Official Applebloom/CMC Thread #2

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sweet

is 'cousin anon' green going to continue? i'm enjoying that little story

>>27509245
i want to sex the sweetie belle

>>27509631
who doesn't

>>27509513
I hope so too

>>27509513
No doubt. He wouldn't just leave us hanging, after all that. He's a Bloom lover, too, now.

>>27509631
soft squishy marshmallow cooch

>>27509722
stop you're turning me on

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>>27509245
>>Post more than just applebloom edition
>I also want to make this more than just applebloom
>just applebloom

Ok, I get it.

>>27509751
those two statements don't go together

>>27509775
dang ya got me

the only real question is what kind of activities they get up to by themselves. probably all manner of practicing

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>>27510015
I really hope those hobbies introduced in On Your Marks weren't meant to be any manner of closure of what they'll be doing from now on. I want to see them do stuff together and explore more topics.

>>27510198
yeah

er i meant, by themselves the three of them together. not on their individual owns.

>>27510198
I hate that artist. The way he makes their eyes is terrible.

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>>27510254
Oh, right. Let's just hope episode 12 is a CMC episode and we don't have to wait half a year to see what they're up to.
Things being left to my imagination never turns out well.

>>27510318
Yeah. I think it's great to have a place for other CMCfags to post, but AB should be the focus. At least, it shouldn't be discouraged to post her too much.

>>27510377
well she is their leader
and she is the most likely to come on to anon. sweetie seems like she's going to be finding colts her own age more easily, and i just can't pair scoots with anyone but rainbow dash

>>27510377
it's too generalised right now + it potentially combines 3 different types of waifufags
this can't end good

>>27510985
write some green about your favorite foali

>>27511039
i'm only good at lewd
and by "good", i don't literally mean good

>>27511094
just imagine the best sleepover ever and imagine it's these 3

>>27511898
>unbeknownst to apple bloom, scootaloo has snuck underneath her and started licking her nipples

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I watch mature television and R-rated movies with my AB plush.

>>27512435
>Ah am too old enough to watch that! Ah've seen all manner'a critters pop out babies, an'a couple ah know how they put em in there to start with!

I have returned from my ancient tomb

>They stand before you, proudly sticking their meagre chests out.
>All three of them hold a little smirk, staring off into the mid-distance while looking like a posing superhero squad.
>You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t cute.
>After a moment, the purple-haired one steps forward, landing squarely inside your personal space bubble.
>She thrusts her chin forward, staring you directly in the eye:
>I’m Scootaloo!”
> she boasts, as if she were presenting a priceless treasure owned by her exclusively.
>“I’m guessing you’re the Anon that Apple Bloom won’t shut up about?”
>You start to nod, before you see Apple Bloom’s cheeks turn as red as her bow.
>Broken, unsuppressed chuckles tumble from your mouth when Bloom looks at the ground,
her arms sticking to her sides, ending in fists.
>”Ah did not talk about him that much!”
> she answers Scootaloo petulantly.
>The white-skinned one tilts her head inquisitively and widens her already large eyes,
> and informs Bloom in the voice of pure innocence:
>”But he’s all you talked about for the past day.”
>Scootaloo snorts, and gives her assent:
> ”You sure were. Really blew up my phones with this guy.”
>She looks you up and down with the eye of an antique dealer.
>You even sure her mouth compress and a small “hmmm” escape during her elongated appraisal.
>Distinctly uncomfortable, you look to the side and see the unnamed third eying you with a similar lack of shame.
>Her eyes are focused on you, her eyes boring into yours before they lower slowly, covering your mouth, chest, and…
>geez, she’s really giving you the eye down there.
>You cough loudly, hoping to interrupt the girls in their tactless staring.
>You fail.

>>27514218
keep it up

>>27514218

>You fail.
>Turning your gaze to your Bloom, you tilt your head and raise your hands in a what-the-hell >stance.
>She returns by throwing her hands up and shaking her head, apologetic and helpless at the same time.
>”Well, let’s go!” comes the tomboyish voice of Scootaloo,
> who promptly turns and heads door-wards.
“Wait a second!”
 you start, halting the three girls.
“You didn’t say who you were.”
You point at the third, wide-eyed girl.
>”Oh!” she stammers, before telling you
“I’m Sweetie Bell. Rarity’s sister.”
>Apple Bloom elbows her, and loudly whispers
>“He don’t know your sister, he just got here.”
>Sweetie looks surprised, then…
> relieved?
>Before you can ask her who her sister is, you’ve got Apple Bloom tugging at your arm and Scootaloo pushing your back,
> both moving you towards the door.
>”Come on, get a move-on,” says the pusher.
>You’d be annoyed if she wasn’t so damn cute.
>You feel a distinct lack of shame in you titling of Scoots,
> happy to find a girl to think cute who doesn’t share your genes.
>Sweetie’s pretty cute too, you demure to yourself.
>By this time, she’s got your other arm, pulling you along with Bloom.
>You feel like you’re being railroaded into something by their insistence on you moving
> without having given any indication of not wanting to go.
>Not that you really wanted to go; these girls were cute and all,
> but they were also freshmen girls.
>Still, you wanted to make sure Bloom didn’t say anything.
>The door arrives, and you find yourself pushed through, into the bright outdoors.

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>>27514696

>As you march along streams and grassy knolls and so forth, Scootaloo begins tell you about the day ahead
>”So, we’re here to figure out what we’re gonna do with our lives,
>she says without a trace of unhappiness at her cluelessness.
>You wished you could join her in that.
> “And so we do everything we can to find that little spark you get you when you do something you know you have to do.
>”Which brings us to today.”
>She stops in her tracks, and turns to face you.
>“There’s three things we can do today: roller-skating, nail-painting, or skateboarding.”
>One of these doesn’t feel like it belongs.
>Confusedly, you ask her if nail-painting is something you do for a living.
>She scoffs,
> “That among other things. Maybe we’re supposed to be manicurists.
> Maybe you are.”
>You don’t try to disguise your horror at the idea of spending an afternoon painting nails
> and getting your own painted goodness knows what color.
“Why don’t we pass on that one,”
> you tell her.
>She breathes out a sigh of relief you didn’t know she was holding.
>”Good,” she breathes, before explaining the other options.
>“Now, I know a really cool place to skateboard, but we can only roller skate at the arena.
>”It’s kids-skate-free day, so there’s gonna be a lot of little kids there.”
>Again, horror graces your face, leading her to assume your choice of skateboarding.
>“Skateboarding it is,”
> she cries triumphantly, pumping her fist in the air.

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>>27514706

>The other girls look at her with suspicion,
> and you do realize there was a hint of deviousness in her explanations.
>As you’re led further, you think on it, and realize that she pretty obviously framed the options so skateboarding would be picked.
>It doesn’t bother you, however:
>she was pretty clearly a tomboy, and neither nail-painting nor spending the day with kids could be expected to lie within her preferences.
>A cute girl wanting to skateboard wasn’t so bad, you think to yourself.
>You leads the troupe, walking directly in front of everyone
> as the lot of you walk off the trail and into a thicker part of the nearby forest.
>Dense leaves brush against you, and the two other girls are clinging to your back,
> keeping safe from the obstructive branches.
>Once the trees and foliage begin to thin out, they move up and in, almost clinging to your sides.
>You can notice their close proximity to you,
> enjoying the grip of delicate hands of pretty girls on the sleeve of your flannel,
>They huddle close to you, like scared girlfriends in haunted houses
>You savor the feeling, then try to cease immediately when you remember that one of these beautiful girls is your cousin
>You would have succeeded, if Bloom hadn’t been whacked by a branch Scoots had accidently pulled forward,
> causing her to bury herself deep in your shirt with a hurt squeak
>Scootaloo draws your attention from the girls by stopping at a ridge.
>She turns back, sporting an impish smirk.
>As you step out next to her, you see the deep incline of the hill beneath you, riddled with trees and rocks.
>Oh no.

>>27514717
Hey, you're not dead!

>>27514717
but anon, cousin is the best one

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>>27509767
Dont worry you little munchkin you're still my favorite

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That filename.

>>27516386
For (You) >>27515543

>>27514717
Hey Golden you going to update your pastebin? I wanted to read the last green you posted in the previous Apple Bloom thread but your pastebin stops after the belly rub scene.

>>27516444

The bellyrub scene just takes place after everything I've written so far (it was just a one-shot that I'm gonna incorporate later). It should all be there, but just before that.

>>27515543
>my 2 favorite pones

>>27514717
>nature walk
this has potential. clothes getting snagged and torn...

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>>27509245

>>27518499
tailchewing is just too cute to imagine.. has anyone drawn it

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>>27518541

>>27519388
well you cant blame her for that can you

>>27514717
but anon cousins are not biologically related to you, so its fine! also "a la prima se le arrima"

>>27520409
would snuggle

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>>27520735
I hear that.

To think that there are people who wouldn't is incomprehensible . To see this sweet, adorable angel in any mood and not want to hold her close.

>>27521131
especially if she's scared or tired or frustrated
or just really has to pee

>>27522322
it's okay bloom. it's okay. everyone uses the word cunt. and it was pretty appropriate in the context of silver spoon

>>27523200
>shading under the shine
i mean that kinda is rubbish yeah..

>>27520550
>>27520735
>>27521131
>>27521746

I predict a good future for you

>>27514717
>Scoots gives you a wicked grin, and points to an area down the slope
>”That’s where we’re gonna go”
>You can do this
>You’re a big cool guy
>Not to mention there’s three cute girls watching
>You look from side to side, both Sweetie and Bloom looking up at you with inquisitive eyes
>Looking to see if you’re manly enough
>The two girls holding onto your arms convinces you to go through with it
>Not that Scoots wasn’t deeply involved in this as well
>Her defiant smile can’t be resisted: you can’t resist the challenge
>But you don’t have be stupid just because you’re stupid
>You step forward, leaving the two girls behind you
>Matching her cocky smirk, you ask her
“Why don’t you show me how it’s done.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a skateboard.”
>A small sliver of fear flashes across her face, breaking the façade for only a moment.
>”Sure,”
> she replies, her show of confidence almost convincing you entirely
>She places the skateboard on the ground, her tiny shoe resting on top of it
>The wind blows softly, rustling her hair as she gazes downwards, planning her descent
>Then, without a word, she kicks the ground and brings that foot onto the board
>The two other girls gasp, and grab onto your arms once more
>You hardly notice the painful squeezing in your own absorption in Scootaloo’s descent

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>>27523782
>She flies down the hill, gaining speed
>She dodges a tree, then another by swiveling her hips to swerve around them
>The hill, grassy as ever, doesn’t serve to accelerate her too quickly
>slowing down as the decline evens out, she skids to a stop, hopping off the board as it lightly bumps into a nearby tree
>The three of you exhale, having held your breath since the start
>You start forward, going down to meet her
>The two girls at your side, remembering your purpose down here, sprint ahead
>But the hill was bumpier than it appeared, and both have respective difficulties
>Sweetie Belle falls, her knee hitting the ground
>She brings herself up afterward, dusting herself off, and whining about the dirt stains
>Apple Bloom may have been fine if she were looking where she was going
>But her eyes were on Sweetie, and she trips on a rock in her path
>Apple Bloom’s tumble is worse, falling into a nearby tree
“Apple Bloom!”
> you shout automatically, your whole body tensing up
>You run after her immediately, terrified for her
>Leaping over rocks and vines, you barely keep yourself up as you make your way to her
>Arriving at her, you collect her into her arms, your scared eyes meeting hers
“Are you ok? Are you ok?”
> you ask more times than you need to
>She looks at you, a small bruise on her face
>”Yeah, Anon, I’m fine,”
> she answers with a small smile
>”I’ve had worse. Regularly.”
>Your eyes move down to her light cloth shirt, which now sported a gaping hole in the center
>Enough to see a frilly bra underneath it

>>27509245
the worst part about that picture is that i don't know who i would molest and rape first

maybe the one on the left as long as she didn't scream for help

>>27523792
>unncessary bra wearing
prolly thinks it makes her COOL. doesnt know this habit is a one-way ticket to atrophy.
either way, best cousin is being best cousin. i like these greens

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>>27523792
>It isn’t clear how long you were looking, but it was definitely longer than you should’ve.
>Following your own eye, she realizes what you’re looking at
>”Eep!”
> she cries, covering her shirt with both hands, a blush filling her cheeks.
>You step back, your own face burning up
>You mumble an apology and excuse yourself while Sweetie Belle arrives on the scene
>Scootaloo had been jogging up the hill, but you flash her a thumbs up, letting her know her friend is okay
>She looks concerned, then keeps on coming
>She arrives to the panicking Apple Bloom insisting that the lot of you go home immediately
>Sweetie Bell agrees, and begins looking around
>”Which way is the fastest way home?”
>Scootaloo looks down the hill, then gives you the impish grin from before
>”Down the hill’s the fastest way.
>”So you can still show us how cool you are”
>Man, what the hell
“Don’t you think that’s a little unnecessary, given the circumstances?”
>”What circumstances? Her shirt got torn, and we have to get home.
>”This doesn’t impede that.”
>At this, she takes a step towards you, her foot landing solidly between your own
>Her face tilts up, inches from yours
>”Unless you’re too much of a wimp”
>There’s something else in her voice, something other than the bitchiness on the outside
>Not that you can fully notice it;
> the girl whose chest is nearly pressed against yours, her minty breath too clear for comfort, is kind of distracting you
>You take a step back, muster your confidence, and try to match her cockiness
“Yeah, sure, I’ll do it.”

>>27524036
>look how far I can slide

>>27524036

>You turn over to the other girls, who had been staring at you
>Bloom’s got her hand clutching her shirt, and has gotten up
>Both pairs of eyes move from you to Scoots and back, mouths barely ajar
>You look back to Scoots, who’s still looking at you with those devilish eyes that you’ve been seeing all night
>With a sigh, you give up on figuring out what exactly these girls are doing, and start down the hill, towards the lone skateboard
>Scoots had made it to a flat clearing, but the hill wasn’t finished yet
>The second portion looked even longer, with more trees and rocks than you appreciated
>But you were Anon, and you were going full man-mode
>The soft feet of your watchers behind you, you step confidently onto the skateboard
>You went skiing a long time ago, and you knew that the longer you looked downhill, the less likely you were to actually go
>And so you scan quickly for the best path, kick off, and start down
>The first thing you notice is that your shoes are not right for this
>They aren’t slipping off, per se, but they do not have the grip you know you need
>But you’re going faster and faster, and jumping off fails to be an option
>You bend down, placing your right hand on the side of the board, trying to keep your center of gravity close to the board
>You hold on tightly, and swerve to miss a tree rocketed towards you
>Another tree looms in the near future, and you tilt slightly, swishing past that
>Rocks and more trees appear, and you safely navigate them all

>>27524139

>At this point, you’re making wide swerves, trying to balance out the vertical motion with some side-to-side motion, in order to prevent a constant acceleration
>It seems to be working so far, with your maximum speed being slightly unimpressive, but probably keeping you from flying out of control
>But one tree comes out where you need it to not, and you’re forced to disrupt your motion, swerving right earlier
>It would have been fine, had you not ran into a rocky outcrop
>The rumbling under your skateboard disrupts your concentrated efforts, and you find the board wobbling violently underneath you
>A thick rock, jutting out at the bottom, touches your front right wheel, and that’s all it takes to send you flying
>Only natural that you would fall too, given how it seems to be the norm for today
>Your body, airborne for almost three beautiful, terrifying seconds, finally returns to its rightful place in a soft crunch
>Sticks break beneath you, a dust cloud arises from your landing area
>Groaning in pain, you try to sit up, only for a shock of abdominal pain to implore your cessation
>You acquiesce, folding into the fetal position while gritting your teeth
>To top it off, the shrieks of high school girls pierce your ears in unison, and grow in size as the footsteps herald their you-ward sprint

>>27524155

There, got you boys five posts instead of four. Probably would have done more if I didn't do that prologue for the >IT HURTS thread. Anyway, finished that and the Minuette, which means I can give my attention to the ones who deserve it: Apple Bloom and all the sweet soldiers in this thread

Good night, sweet soldiers.

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>>27524180
AJs face when Anon and Apple Bloom walk in with messy hair, torn clothes, and grass stains.

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>>27524180
Sweet! You're my hero.

>>27524364
anon impaled on a branch, etc.
>>27526368
the hell is going on here?

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>>27526433
Filly being silly?

>>27526852
well if she's trying to get me to sneak a taste she doesn't have to try so hard

sweet delicious foalita folds

for some reason i need to see her bow being untied and taken away

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>>27529117
She'll give it to you if you just ask.

>>27529316
that's extra cute
i dunno i just wanted to see her being undressed by someone else.

>>27529564
i mean, we all have weird feelings like that sometimes right?

>>27529564
Ill draw this later tonight. It will probably be Sweetie Belle "undressing" her or Applejack, which do you prefer?

>>27530373
AJ made sense in my head. like she was getting her ready for her bath or something
thanks you!

>>27530380
AJ it is, it will be purely cute scene too. I think if i used Sweetie Belle it would have sexual tension, totally different drawing.

>>27531464
or just playful!
i certainly want to see the human versions stripping each other playfully and platonically. That's just what you do when you have a treehouse.
but i was just thinking the cute look of a pone having a ribbon removed. in fact i was probably thinking about my dog.

>>27531523
>Scootaloo, I'm DYING in here. Why's your clubhouse so hot?
>Aw shucksounds Sweetie, you're such a pampered pansy. Leave Scoots alone. There aint no air conditionin' on the farm and we do just fine, workin out in the hot.. sun..
whump
>Great, now Apple Bloom passed out again. Do something!
>Well, it IS just us girls, in our own private place...
>But.. but fashion!
>Is sweating like a pig fashionable?
>I guess you're right..
she starts pulling up her dress gingerly
>Sh-should we strip down to our underwear, or..?
>Under-what?
the already and frequently barefoot Scoots has peeled off her shorts and tanktop, leaving her as uncovered as waffles on a table too poor to buy syrup
>Now help me get Applebloom's overalls off. This is a two-girl job

>>27532402
>No more pah, Granny... Huh? Landsakes, how'd I end up stark buff in the altogether?
>S-Scootaloo said-
>it's too damn hot for clothes today. I only put 'em on because you two were coming over and I didn't want any guff. But now the secret's out, we've all got vaginas. OoOoOoo so scary they're out in the open.
>N-nobody look at mine..
>Gosh, this makes me feel all... breezy. like back when we used to go skinny dippin' in the crickponderin' hole a'fore that family'a alligators claimed it as their own. I miss that.
>Maybe if your clubhouse had plumbing, we could-
>For the last time, Sweetie, I'm not rich! We can't get plumbing or HBO or screens for the wi-
she slaps a rather large bug that was crawling on her nipple, evidently mistaking it for a flower

>>27524155

>The trio of girls arrive at your side, kneeling down.
>They place their hands on you, worried shrieks frenetically questioning your health.
>You suck in your breath, and roll over, your chest facing the sky and your legs half bent.
>Your right arm is trapped underneath your body, unable to be moved.
>You begin to say you’re fine, but a coursing pain compels you to quit.
>Unable to maintain the façade of being cool, you try to avoid being a huge wuss, choking the whines and moans threatening to exit your blood-speckled lips.
>You raise a hand, inviting them to help you up.
>Apple Bloom grips it immediately, the other two fishing out your right arm with a little help from you.
>Arms pointed towards the hills in the distance, the three girls pull with all their might, standing you up on abused legs.
>A pained groaning forces its way out as your arms are positioned on freshman shoulders, heads of purple and pink touching your chest.
>You notice the caress of your left hand, alternatively squeezing it and rubbing it.
>Before you can consider the cause, you gasp as you put your weight on your protesting legs.
>Your weight comes back to the young girls, and you submit yourself to the cute crutches demanding you do so.
>And so it is for the rest of the journey down the hill and to the house: two concerned girls holding you up and glancing worriedly up at you, and the unseen third petting and squeezing your hand.
>Bloom foregoes her attendance of your hand as she leaps ahead to ready the house’s door.
>The previous spurts of agony now blunted, you wonder at the regret you feel at your lonely left hand.
>You’re led in, turned towards a tall stool, and helped onto it.

>>27532818

>The kitchen counter before it provides sweet rest, and your legs dangle in the air, rejoicing at the absence of the Earth’s unkind touch.
>Your head is still somewhat blurry from the pain, but you hear something about treatments, and your escorts fly from you.
>Apple Bloom is the first to return, having only moved to the kitchen cabinet to retrieve some pills and a glass of water.
>You can see the worry in her face as she sits next to you, and turns your cut face towards her.
>She assumes your folded arms aren’t functional, and feeds you the pills, followed by pressing the edge of the glass of water to your lips and turning upwards.
>The water comes too quickly, and more than a little spills out of your mouth and onto your chin and hands.
>Making sure to swallow the pills first, you burst out laughing, followed by your anguished chest demanding that you stop.
>You didn’t think her face could look any more fearful, but she manages to top it when she sees her feeding failure.
>Determined to help, she sets her face tight in determination, telling you and your attempt to push her glass away that no, no, she’s got this.
>Her deep concentration leads her to discover the blood smattered about your lips and jaw, the few open cuts having been ignored in favor of finding medicine.
>Sweetie Belle enters the room with some gauze, and is immediately instructed to get a wet rag.
>She obeys, handing them both to Scootaloo, who had just entered through the same door holding a bottle, presumably peroxide or alcohol
>Apple Bloom grabs the rag out of Scoot’s hands, and begins delicately swabbing your lips
>You look at her in confusion when you notice her staring at them, her movements becoming slower and robotic
>The rag is slowly pushed out of the way, leaving her fingers tenderly brushing your lips
>She licks her lips, and shakes her head, turning away from you, her fingers not stopping

>>27532824
>AB is into lips
i dig it
has she not changed her shirt yet

>>27532824

>Your lips part slightly, unbeknownst to you
>Soft fingers moving about press into the new opening, the inner curve of your lips now being given the same magical treatment.
>You’re caught to in sensations, the caress capturing you completely.
>A small cough interrupts your reverie, and you notice an impatient-looking Scootaloo with another rag.
>Sweetie Belle tugs at her collar in what looks like embarrassment, and Bloom’s hand flees from your lips.
>Taking a deep breath, you purse your lips and look towards Scoots.
>She looks annoyed at you, before stepping forward and taking your right arm without gentleness.
>You cry out in pain, bringing a somber look to her eyes before they grow hard again.
>As she begins cleaning your arm, she informs you that you shouldn’t have been skateboarding so stupidly, you idiot.
>You’d retort, but her scrubbing is less than rough, and you don’t want to incur further wrath.
>Apple Bloom begins washing off the dirt and blood on your other arm, though it is far less present there.
>Her eyes are directed down, the large red bow almost tickling your nose when you lean down to search for her face.
>Apple Bloom and Scootaloo reach your upper arms at the same time, and notice that the source of the blood comes from within the shirt, as well as the presence of dirt within such.
>They look at each other anxiously, then to your shirt, then back at each other.
>With a gentle prodding of Sweetie Belle, demanding that they take the darn shirt off already, they work with Anon to peel the soiled garment off him.

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>>27533568

>Sweetie Belle faints as the red smear gradually reveals itself, a couch thankfully beside her.
>Apple Bloom looks shocked, but stable, as does Scootaloo.
>They set to work, before realizing that their rags are too dirty to keep helping.
>Scoots claims the cleaning procedure to be impossible with the tools at hand, which Bloom reluctantly agrees.
>Scootaloo then perks up, a smile forcing itself across her face, while she fails to look innocent and nonchalant.
>She has an idea, and the two cousins lean forward.
>What if Anon just took a shower?
>Apple Bloom informs her that his legs can’t take the effort, and Anon agrees, adding that he can barely move without fierce pain.
>Scootaloo opens her mouth too wide, carefully enunciating the Oh of her surprise.
>She then offers the next best thing: a bath.
>At the raising of the concern of the boy’s hurt near-paralyzation, she waves it off while trying not to smirk: she and Bloom could take care of that.
>She laughs out loud at the bright red faces of her conscious cohorts, and assures them that boxers stay on of course, and Anon’s legs needed help as well.
>A mock expression of worry is directed at Apple Bloom, with the query of if she wanted Anon’s poor legs to get infected.
>If Bloom didn’t want to, Scoots would be happy to do it herself
>There ain’t no way Scoots was goin to be there, with her half-naked cousin, all alone
>And so, desperately wishing for a towel or something, Apple Bloom nervously agrees to the plan, her face remaining the same color.
>She bites her lip and lifts Anon’s arm over her shoulders as Scoots does the same, forcing him up and out of the stool.
>Wondering why he wasn’t consulted, Anon is led towards the bathroom, when his mind is ripped from the subject.

Humans? Wow. Welcome to the filter bro. You should fuck off from here, seriously.

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>>27530380
Here you go anon, one cute as undressing.

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>>27534809
haha, That's awesome

>>27534809
HNNNGH way cute

>>27533577
cutie mark crusaders spongebath nurses YEAH!

>>27533577
>>27536997
I'm kinda getting vibes of Dan dragging around food-poisoned-Chris, more than anything.

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>>27537650
That whole episode was hilarious. One of my favorites.

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>>27533577

>His right arm hung loosely off his cousin’s shoulder, and the feeling of frills reported to him just where his hand was.
>He’d forgotten her tumble, and what it’d done to her shirt
>He tries to pull it off, but once more the pain forbids him any motion beyond trailing these girls, and Bloom, red-faced as ever, does nothing to shake it off.
>The tossing of his barely functioning arms lands his fingers on soft skin, his mind desperately trying to stave off rude thoughts
>The bouncing walk fails to assist, his hands brushing the tops of her chest with every step
>Finally, the trio arrives at the bathroom door, with two breathless members, not made such by exertion.
>The two girls help Anon down onto the side of the tub, the red-bowed one ducking out from under him as soon as possible.
>Her face turned comically away from Anon through all her motions, she manages to find her way to the faucet, turning it on.
>The purple-haired tomboy had sat down beside him, still under his arm.
>The need for support had become somewhat unnecessary, but she apparently thought otherwise.
>Her hand had come up to grasp his reclining arm, her other wrapped around his waist.
>Anon tried to appreciate the concern, but was far too flustered by the intimate trip, as well as the couple-like position he now found himself in.
>Apple Bloom sat down beside Scootaloo, rather than to his open side.
>Her hands balled up in little fists upon her knees as she bit her lip, looking somewhat shocked.
>After a minute, Scootaloo remembered the next step of the plan, and asked Apple Bloom to come over to Anon’s other side: his pants needed off.
>Anon began to protest, informing them that he could handle this just fine, when Bloom herself shushed him.

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>>27538015

>Getting up and standing before him, she bent over, a stern look inches away from his eyes.
>He was hurt, and he was filthy, and doggone it she was gonna help him and he was not gonna say another word about it.
>The brightness in her eyes surprised him; her determination and confidence not looking perfectly genuine, but neither was it completely fake.
>It almost distracted him from the giant tear in her shirt, flashing him a frilly bra and the top curves of her
>Ahem!
>Thinking back on the order, he sighed, and told them to make sure they said anything if they got uncomfortable: he wasn’t gonna be a burden on anyone.
>Scootaloo grinned wickedly, and assured him that she was fine, and Apple Bloom agreed, though not without a nervous gulp.
>Anon moved forward, unbuttoning his pants, and sliding them out from between his seat and the tub’s edge.
>His lifted his legs with a little help from the girls, and they slid them off.
>Tanned legs, somehow caked with dirt and a little blood, greeted the girls.
>Grimacing, they helped him bring them up and into the water-filled tub.
>Goodness gracious, it was hot; the adrenaline rushing into his legs allow him to pull them up immediately from the lava pit.
>The two girls chuckled, and turned the cold water on.
>After balancing it out, he dropped his legs back in, this time with only a small groan of discomfort.
>The two girls placed their hands under his arms, and gently helped his torso into the water amid grunts of pain from when the water touched his injuries.

>>27532505

Where'd you go, friend?

>>27538015
>>27538021
Is there a reason for the change to third-person?

>>27538111
I think he got confuzzled from writing the Ponybones prologue.

>>27538111
>>27538143

It's a definite possibility that I forgot what I'm doing. Or maybe it's an advanced writing technique that better frames this particular scene. Either way, I'll go back to first person after this scene, and we can all pretend that this never happened.

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>>27538015

>>27534809
Nawwww. This is even cuter when you see the description on Derpiburoo

>>27538032
a) ran out of ideas
b) was just filling space til the other guy got back
c) went to sleep
>>27538111
yeah i noticed that too. also is he havin a bath in underwears? that's not kosher.

>>27539295
see that's just innocent cutery.
i dont know how it works on mipple, but on /co/ spoilering an image just calls a mod's attention to it

>>27539295
It's the itty bitty titty committee.

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>>27538021

>Anon lies down in the tub, his aching body soaked in the hot water
>For just a moment, his embarrassment subsides, mostly due to the searing sensations on his body
>A long groan escapes his throat as he relaxes, the tension slowly leaving his body.
>His arms stretch out, grasping the edges of the tub, and he breathes out long and slow.
>Overwhelmed with sensation, Anon barely notices the girls staring at him with shallow breaths.
>Slowly, Scootaloo reaches out to the groaning boy, touching his arm.
>He doesn’t move, not noticing the light touch.
>Gulping, Scootaloo grabs the nearby soap, and begins pouring it upon the now muddy arm, creating a soapy film.
>Apple Bloom still watches, looking between Scootaloo’s work and the injured cousin, noticing a smile growing on his face at the gentle massage of her friend.
>Suddenly unwilling to continue standing by, she instructs Anon to give her his left arm, to which he lazily lifts the arm and lays it over his chest.
>She picks up the hand, and gently rubs the soap on his hand, her own fingers moving through his own.
>He looks at her with soft, smiling eyes, then shock.
>Scootaloo looks up as he moves his arm, his hand now covering his groin.
>Shrugging at what she assumes is just an adjustment to keep his arm comfortable, she continues working at his upper arm, the skin lightening as the dirt comes off.
>Apple Bloom smiles as she works, firmly pressing his arm as she slowly moves up, then back down.
>Finishing up, she instructs him to sit up, helping him pull his body forward.
>Scoots sets to work immediately on his back, the matted blood quickly washing off, never having been thick in the first place.
>Apple Bloom cleans the dirt off his neck, her rag never having descended that far in the kitchen.

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>>27540214

>He tilts his head up, his breaths deepening as he stares as the concentrating girl, who occasionally meets his eyes before bashfully retreating.
>She starts moving downwards, trying to reach the furthest side of his body, leaving her chest facing downward, the too-loose bra revealing no small amount of skin.
>Anon chokes back a gasp, and adjusts his hand once more, trying to hide himself.
>Scootaloo finishing wiping off the back, and together with Bloom make short work of the dirty chest.
>The thin, scattered grime on his legs starts at the knees, leaving them free to ignore the thighs.
>They wipe down both legs, working together this time, with Scoots cleaning the upper portion and Bloom cleaning the feet.
>They both hold determined expressions, but occasionally lapse into monotonous, almost robotic cycles of the same motion, with dilated eyes taking in his weary form.
>Apple Bloom spies an opportunity for mischief, and whispers a plan to Scoots, who giggles an agreement.
>Anon, noticing a halting and giggling, looks up in suspicion, knowing that these two girls, in charge of him and in cahoots, likely warrants some worry.
>Not a moment longer, and his feet are assaulting by tickling, the little fingers suddenly turned tormenting.
>He laughs through the minor agonies, moving his legs about in a futile attempt to escape their unrelenting assault.
>Laughing, he begs them to stop; they join him in the former, a conquering mirth leading them to stop, their dominance asserted.
>They finish wiping off the last bits of blood and grime, and tell him it’s time to shower off the remnants.
>Bloom pulls the plug, the dirty water beginning to lower, as Scootaloo instructs him to try to stand, her arm wrapping around his body.

>>27540007
>when she catches a whiff of your musk

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>>27540226

>Remembering what he has to hide, Anon seizes in terror, knowing the secret’s life would last only as long as he could remain under the cloudy water.
>With a vocal authority coming from his fear, he demands the two girls leave him alone for that, willing to face the agony of standing on his legs over showing off his embarrassment.
>Unaccustomed to orders from him, especially firm ones like this, they almost accept his proposal, before concern and desire remind him he can barely stand.
>At the retort that he needs to clean the spot where they missed and double snapped finger-guns pointing to the D, they blush and accept his proposal.
>He tells them to get him some new clothes, and their blushing faces disappear.

>You turn the water on, as well as pulling the little thing that turns the shower on
>Wondering what it’s called, you struggle to stand
>More grunts tumble from your mouth, which is pretty much the norm at this point.
>Still, you manage to keep yourself up long enough to pull off your underwear, finally washing yourself properly
>You try to disregard the soldier standing tall between your hips, unable to convince yourself it was solely Scootaloo that caused it
>Geez, why couldn’t it have just been her?
>Now, all the fantasies that had crossed your mind had that taint, resulting from Bloom’s face replacing Scootaloo’s
>Shaking your head, you try to clear your mind as you end the cleaning
>Still diamonds, you slowly step out of the bathroom and reaching for a towel
>A soft eep! reaches your ears as your hand lands on a nearby towel
>Then, “what?”
> followed by the same eep!, but from a different voice

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>>27540298
oh boy

>>27540226
oh god that picture
>>27540298
pfff you girls gave up too easily!
>out of the bathroom
out of the bathTUB i assume you mean

>>27540298

>Braeburn enters
>"Anon, have the cousin-sex"
"But no"
>"No it good I have the cousinsex with appulJ lots of times"
> he replies, while having the cousinsex with appulJ
"Ok"
>You have the cousinsex with Bloomers and it is rad
>"ty"

>>27542947
i mean, it is.

>>27543072
i have... so many questions

>>27539295
ultra-flat sweetie face edition

>>27545746
that's just darlin'

>>27532505
>So we're just gonna sit here naked and sweat?
>Like a spa! Rarity says people in Handinavia like to sit around naked with hot steamy rocks when it's cold outside. I guess it saves them on towel laundry.
>I guess we could dyke out
>What now?
>I dunno what it means, but sometimes when she's drunk, Rainbow Dash says she misses her friends in flight school cuz now she's got nobody who's into 'eating carpet'. She said I was too young. Maybe some kinda submission wrestling or something? Pushing their face into the ground?
>Wrasslin' nekkid like the ancient Romanes? Hoo-wee! That sounds fuun
>I'm scared
>Fine, Scaredy Belle, you can be the referee.

>>27546691
wew

>>27547726
thinking up horse puns for place names is fucking hard. i almost went with 'horse greece' and now i want a panini

>>27546691
Bloom and Scoots roll around and around, limbs entwined in every possible configuration, each pinning the other several times. Sweetie has long since forgotten the score (or what qualifies as a point)
>This is stupid, I'm just gettin' sweatier.
>Yer just whinin onna counta I'm better'n you at wrasslin'
>Must be all that pig-chasin' and crap you get up to. I just need to find a better..
her fingers find purchase where they haven't yet strayed
>HOLD!
Sweetie unconciously feels herself in the same spot, imagining how badly that grip must hurt
>Foul! Foul! Below the belt!
>Who's the sports one here? This is a totally legal move. You left it wide open!
>Fine then, see how YOU like it!
>Joke's on you, you're being so gentle.. I like that.. a lot.. umm..
Several minutes go by in relative silence aside from wet squishing and held-in moans

>>27548946
mixes of human and pone interacting are always weird. yet nice

>>27548946
>>27550374
so like, they traded?

>>27540298

>Surprised, you instantly cover your groin.
>The door slams shut, visions of red and purple disappearing in the loud smash.
>This day is not going well.
>You grab the towel and wipe yourself off quickly and lightly, missing more than a few spots.
>Tying it around your waist, you hop out the bathroom door.
>Nobody there.
>What would you even have said if they had remained?
>Sorry you saw my dick?
>A step forward yields the feel of cloth on your foot; your clothes, dropped in a scattered mess.
>Looking about, then silently listening, you drop a sigh, and step back into the bathroom.
>This day was not going well.
>The incident of this morning, the ridiculous escapades of your first encounter with the cutie mark crusaders, and now this.
>The hard texture of the jeans encapsulate your legs, slightly sticking to you, reminding you that you had done a pretty awful job of drying off.
>Another loud sigh escapes you, as you take them off and repeat the whole process.
>Making your way up to your room, you hear soft chattering outside Bloom’s room.
>As you step towards it, the floorboards squeaking like scared mice, the voices stop at once.
>Probably better just to leave them alone.
>You step back, and enter your own room.
>It’s there you stay for the remaining few hours of the day, until Applejack knocks on your door.
>“Anon, it’s dinner time!”
>Ugh.
>You are, just, not even interested in that right now.
>You answer her with a negative:
“I’m not hungry, can I skip out on this one?”

>>27551143
>bah the way, your cutie mark isn't appley enough. Yer outta the family.

>>27551308
shit, after all that you don't wanna ea-
oh right, they have a bunch of rituals. yeah i guess i'm with anon on this one.
sure wish i knew what went on in bloom's room though. i assume you meant inside, not outside.

this is good shit, staggy.

>>27551308

>She opens your door a bit, and leans her head in.
>“Did you eat already or something?”
>You curse internally.
>You didn’t expect her to prod.
>Quickly, you try to come up with an answer to sate her:
“I’m just feeling kind of sick.”
>She nods, an ambiguous expression crossing her face.
>Then she looks at you with concern, and steps into your room, closing the door behind her.
>Stepping over to the trunk in front of your bed, then sitting down on it, she stares into you.
>“Yeah, I heard you got into a bit of trouble today.”
>A look of horror flashes across your face before you return to a normal expression.
>Did she see?
>How much does she know? You blow air out through the side of your mouth, trying to play it cool:
“Yeah, I took a bit of a dive.”
>She laughs softly at this:
>“I heard it was a bit worse than that.”
“I got a bit cut up here and there, but it wasn’t too bad. Even put –“
>You cut yourself off, realizing that you hadn’t gotten to put any peroxide on your cuts.
>She eyes you patiently, finally asking you “put what?”
“Peroxide. On my cuts,”
> you bluff, looking off to the side, then back to her, hoping she bought it.
>She maintains a neutral expression, not giving anything anyway, except for the fact that she was searching you.
>The only question was, what was she looking for?
>She continuous looking at you, the traces of concern growing more apparent.

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>>27551345
>mfw when nickname is staggy

>>27551361

>You look at her, then away, your focus flying around the room, continually returning to her, then escaping once more.
>Suddenly, she puts her hand on yours, drawing and anchoring your sight onto the touch.
>“Anon, I heard what happened today.”
>Your hand tears itself away from her, your head snapping away, facing the wall opposite her.
>This was it.
>Time to get kicked out of here.
>You were finally starting to relax, so naturally it was gonna be torn away from you.
>Of course, you think angrily to itself.
>Not like it could be any other way!
>Your hand reaches to your forehead, brushing your back, as you hiss:
“Fuck.”
>Another nervous brush, and you turn back to her, mouth pursed tightly, waiting for the executioner’s sentence.
>Instead, she’s looking at you curiously.
>You widen your eyes and open your hands in a “well, go on” gesture.
>She continues to look perplexed, looking off in thought, then returning to you:
>“Anon, do you think I’m mad?”
“Yeah, I do.”
>“What would I be mad about?”
>You can’t help but scoff.
>You’ve been in enough trouble to know not to admit anything.
>Instead, you just look at her, raising your brows.
>She tosses her hands up, still looking confused:
>“What, you think I’m gonna be mad that my sis and her friend helped clean you up?
>”Or that she was dumb enough to walk in on you without knockin?
>”From what I hear, you could barely move, and even though it does make me a tad uncomfortable, there ain’t nothing wrong with that first one.
>”And as for the second thing, that was her own dang fault.”

>>27551382

>Now it’s your turn to look perplexed:
“Wait.”
>You look down, then around the room, trying to understand the lack of rejection.
>Then, back to her:
“So you’re not mad at me?”
>“Of course I’m not mad at you, Anon?
>”Can’t figure out why you’d think I’d be.”
>You fall back onto the bed, still not grasping the situation at hand.
>This is way too positive to be real.
>You hear Applejack sigh, then feel her hand touch your shoulder.
>She says, in a very gentle voice:
>“Look, Anon, I can’t help but notice-“
>“AYYYYYJAAAAAAYY!
>”AAAAANOOOOOON!”
> comes the boom of a heavy, deep voice.
>Was that Big Mac?
>Can he actually speak that loudly?
>The interruption clearly irritates AJ, and she hops off the bed, opening the closed door, and shouts back
>“JUST START WITHOUT US! WE’LL BE DOWN IN A MINUTE!”
>With an exasperated sigh, she sits back down on your bed.
>She looks at you with that tender gaze, and opens her mouth to speak, when
>“OOOKK!”
>AJ stares into for a minute, fuming.
> Then she presses to fingers to her forehead, breathing out deeply.
>Calmed down, she looks back to you.

>>27551361
>that feel when you lie to complete a sentence because there's no other way to end it properly

>>27551390
>what has AppleJack noticed?
>what even is her deal in this story?
>will Anon ever get good at family socializing?
>how much cuz can a cousin fuck?
>find out NEXT TIME staggy posts something
>>27551382
i-i won't call you that if you don't like it

>>27551308
>>What would you even have said if they had remained?
>>Sorry you saw my dick?
How about 'what the fuck were you doing peeping on me you filthy perverts?'

page 10

>>27552567
dawww aerialscoots

>>27551390

>“Anon, I can’t help but notice that you’re distancing yourself from the rest of us.
>”And the more I think about it, the more I think that it ain’t because we just met.”
>You sit up and stare at her with a look of cautious suspicion, not knowing where this is going, but willing to indulge your pessimistic outlook.
>“I see you getting along with Apple Bloom just fine, and you’ve seemed pretty happy a couple of times, before you closed yourself off.
>”I mean, stop me if I’m wrong, but I can’t help but think you’re trying to distance yourself from us.”
>You hold your hand up, stopping her
“Why are you telling me this?”
>She smiles quietly to herself, then responds:
>“I guess we haven’t been around each other much, but one thing you’ll find out as you get to know me better is this:
>”I can’t help but be honest.
>”Anyway, I don’t know how much of all that is true; like I said, we haven’t been aropund each other long.
>”But if it is, I just want you to know that you belong here.”
>Your head, having been staring at the ground, whips up to her in surprise, almost shock.
>She nods her head, answering your unspoken question:
>“You’re kin to us, Anon.
>”And we’d like to be the same to you.”
>You take on an almost helpless look, completely unprepared for this outpouring of care.
>Once more, your hand brushes your hair back, as you struggle for words to say.
>You have none.

>>27557044

>She continues holding your hand, patiently waiting for your reply
>A thought comes into your mind:
“I thought you were mad at me or something?”
>“What? When?”
“I dunno, you seemed kind of pissed when I swore, and when me and Apple Bloom were hanging out yesterday.”
> you add:
“I guess you just seemed kind of cold?”
>Your answers and questions were coming out of your mouth the moment they came into your head.
>It probably wasn’t the most diplomatic approach, but you were kind of out of it right now.
>She scoffs, good-naturedly:
>“In the first place, Anon, Ah’m not a big fan of swearing; most of us here aren’t.
>”And Ah thought you were insulting our family, which is kind of a big deal to me. But Apple Bloom told me that it was all joking later, so it’s fine by me.
>”And in the second place,”
> she turns her head up in thought, before finishing:
>”Ah was just trying to get a feel for you, ah guess. Ah certainly didn’t mean to be unwelcoming or nothing.
>”Sorry if I came across as cold. Ah really didn’t mean to.”
>You think about it for a minute.
>Maybe you were being a little hasty in assuming she didn’t like you.

>>27557055

>Throughout her speeches, she’d been sneaking glances at the door, the turns becoming more frequent as time passed.
>Not enough to convince you she wanted to leave, though naturally the thought entered your mind, but enough to show you her concern for missing dinner.
>You feel a bit guilty about keeping her here, and attempt to make it right.
“Sorry, I made you miss dinner,”
> your timid voice croaks.
>She responds with an odd laugh, combining amusement with exasperation.
>“Anon, why do you keep thinking Ah’m gonna be mad at you or something?
>”Ah chose to be here; it ain’t like you forced me to do nothing.”
>After a moment, you ask
“You really mean that?”
>She turns a jovial smirk towards you,
>”Honey, my friends call me Honest Applejack. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”
>Unsure of how to respond to her outreach, you gratefully squeeze her hand, trusting that to convey your feelings.
>Well, at least one of them. Your chest was filled with excitement, remnants of fear, a weary exhaustion, and gratefulness, the last being the only one you could identify out of the mess of emotions.
>She squeezed back.
>You had no idea what was going on with you, and why you were acting this way.
>You didn’t know if you wanted to know why.
>How could such a stressful two days still be so nice?

>>27557064

>In your confusion, you feel the pulling of your hand.
>“Come on, Anon, let’s go eat.”
>A small part of you rebels at the invitation:
“Uh… is Apple Bloom there?”
>She frowns, then informs you
>“Nah, she should be up in her room by now.”
>Then, after a pause:
>“Are you afraid of seeing her or something?”
>You respond with an apologetic half-smile:
“I’m just worried things are gonna be awkward.”
>“Anon, they’re only gonna be awkward if you make them.”
>She looks to the side, mulling over a question in her head, before returning her steady gaze to you.
>“Ah can tell you this: that hasn’t been the first time that girl’s walked in on somebody without knocking.”
>Turning towards her little sister’s room, she gives the same exasperated chuckle as before:
>“Ah swear, that girl keeps her head in the clouds so much…”
>You feel somewhat better, though not entirely.
>Still, good enough to go downstairs, not overcome with social dread.
>You scoff at yourself, wondering how on earth you got to be such a huge wuss.
>Goodness knows you weren’t like this back at home, or at the various clubs you went to with your friends.

>>27539218
>That deformed shape perfectly in line with the boots.
It shouldn't have to come down to fan art to correct mistakes like that.

>>27557071
I assume this is early/twice in a day, because you won't be here tommorow.

>9

>>27557044
Us Apples are loyal, that's why I'm the element of HONESTY

>>27558208
NEIN!

>>27557387
Yeah, and I got quite a bit more. Gonna try not to let the next four and a half days drag on like this one.

>>27557071

>Together, you and AJ enter the kitchen, occupied by a lone Granny Smith.
>She turns towards the both of you, a chastisement on her face.
>“Now, since you two missed supper, yer gonna be cleaning up afterwards.”
>Eh.
>“Sure, Granny, sounds good,” comes Applejack’s quiet answer, lacking a trace of surprise.
>Didn’t seem too bad to you.
>“Yer plates are still out there, ‘long with the food.”
“Thanks Granny,”
> you say, forcing yourself to speak up.
>At this point, you’re pretty exhausted from everything that happened today.
>You wander into the dining room, taking in all the fresh smells of the food you barely look at.
>Muscle memory drops some food across your plate after you fall into your seat.
>AJ takes her place at the end of the table, diagonal to your seat, as close as can be without sitting at your side.
>You notice her face light up as she looks at the… steak?
>Oh wow, steak, how did you miss that?
>Your attention comes back to your plate, which you had filled with leftover stuffing and some weird pudding thing.
>With you being in AJ’s line of sight, you know you can’t get away with sneaking it back into the trays and replacing it with steak.
>Instead, you go for the audacity.
>You loudly whistle, while looking around you in a mockery of an attempt to look innocent and not suspicious.
>You hold up your plate and scrape the untouched contents back into the bowls, before picking up a big piece of steak and putting it onto your plate.
>Seeing AJ’s incredulous stare in your peripherals, you turn towards her, maintaining the overdone pretense of innocence, and say:
“Oh hey, Applejack. What’s up?”

>>27559524

>She starts to frown, but doesn’t quite make it before she bursts out laughing.
>Apparently, you’re in the clear.
>You can’t help but join her in laughter, if only because hers is so contagious.
>She stops laughing, and assumes a serious face, looking like she’s gonna scold you.
>Her impending word is interrupted by giggling, and this time she gives up.
>“So, tell me about yourself,”
> comes a sudden order, causing you to grunt questioningly.
“Hmm?”
>“Well, you just got here, we’ve only heard a couple stories about you and your side of the family
>”–cept my trip to them all those years ago-
>” and I’ve been too busy to really hang out with you.
>”Be a real shame if you were to go without us ever having a real chance to talk.”
>You think of reminding her that there’s still like, four and a half days before you have to go, but stop yourself.
>Instead, you indulge her, telling stories of your life.
>That one guy who hits on you whenever he gets drunk; that time a hobo brandished a piece of glass, sending you and your girl speeding across town in terror, that time when you changed the homework assignments in the teacher’s notebook when there was a sub, more than halving the work your class had to do.
>She seems almost entranced by your life, the rebellion and danger so much greater than that in hers, which simultaneously scared and intrigued her.
>After you finish a story about some friends of yours stealing your principal’s tire (they didn’t have enough time to get the other three),
> she stops you, waving her hand in the air.
>“Stop, stop.”

>>27559535

“What? I wasn’t even involved in that one. I mean, I was invited…”
>”No, no, it’s not that.
>”Ah mean, these stories are great, and Ah definitely wanna hear more, but I wanna know what your life’s like.”
“Yeah, and I’m telling you. Rough.”
>“No, Ah mean like, what school do you go to? What’s your daily schedule like?”
>Her interest evident in her eyes, you have no problem telling her.
>So you detail the names of the places you frequent, and your schedule:
“I got school til 3, and I usually hang with friends for a couple hours.
”Then it’s home and homework, video games, and bed. Pretty boring, really.”
>“You ever do anything with your parents?” she asks, the question almost feeling rehearsed.
“Uh, not really, why?”
>“Well, Ah stayed with them for about a week, not too many years ago. Think you were off on vacation or something.”
>What?
>You don’t remember hearing about this.
>You tilt your head, and tell her so.
>“Really? Your parents never told you?”
> she picks at her food,
>“Or did you forget? Ah guess it wasn’t that big a deal.”
>Quickly, you cover:
“No, AJ, I definitely would have remembered something like this. I mean, they did mention some visitor while I was gone, but…
“wait, that was you?”
>“Summer, 2012?”
“Yeah! I mean, I think so…”
>You pull for the memory, but all you have is a vague idea of it.
>Her visage grows slightly downcast, and she tells you
>“Ya know, you don’t have to pretend for me. I’m not gonna be hurt if you don’t remember.”

>>27559585

“No, it’s not that! I just…”
> you pause, before deciding to finish the admission,
“my parents and I don’t really talk. Like, ever?”
>Her expression quickly turns to shock and pity:
>“Really?”
“Yeah… like, they’re around, I guess. But they stay in their rooms, I stay in mine.
“They’ve got their own stuff going on, and they don’t really want me… interfering, I guess.
“Not that I don’t feel the same way,”
> you add sharply.
“We just do our own thing, and really only talk when I need a signature, or they need a family picture or whatever.”
>Her hand is drawn over to yours once more, but this time you aren’t really interested in the connection.
>It’s fine.
>There’s not a problem here.
>In fact, since there isn’t a problem, you might as well change the subject.
“Why don’t we talk about something else?”
> you offer, insistence clear in your voice.
>She seems hesitant, still holding that concern you don’t need.
“We’ve been talking about me the whole time, why not you? Tell me about what your life is like,”
> you ask, authentically interested.
>A choked grimace streaks across her face, followed by a moment of disappointment and defeat,
> and then she moves on.
>She tells you all about her life here at the farm, and you listen eagerly, fascinated by a life so alien to you, and happy to get off the subject of your parents.
>She’s got a monstrous amount of chores in addition to school, but somehow finishes both, ending up with a working farm and pretty decent grades.
>You find yourself admiring the girl before you; after all, you doubt you’d be able to do all that.
>There’s a theme, almost a chorus, within her stories: she’s always supporting people.

>>27559620

>Getting her sister out of trouble,
> helping people communicate with the socially stunted Big Mac,
> assisting Granny with her daily life,
> and that’s not counting what she does for her friends.
“Geez,”
> you mutter, unaware of saying it aloud.
>“What?”
> she asks innocently, the mountain on her shoulders apparently beyond her notice.
“Just seems like you do a lot for everybody around you,”
>You hint at the weight, trying to find out exactly how aware she is of it.
>“Ah just give people a hand, now and then,”
> she responds, with the conviction of a drug addict saying he can quit any time, and probably the same reasons.
>You wonder what would happen if she were to face the truth.
>You make a mental note of asking the other Apples what’s going on here, maybe get more perspectives, or get them to help her out more.
>Because, my goodness, the stories keep on coming.
>Long finished with dinner, AJ halts in yet another tale of a friend needing bailing out.
>“Land sakes, it’s already dark out!
>”Come on, Anon, we better start working these dishes.”
>The two of you get up, and set yourself to the work with unparalleled speed.
>AJ naturally works quickly, and you really don’t want to make her shoulder one more load, via a trash helper, so you match her the best you can.
>In just twenty five minutes, the food’s in Tupperware, the dishes cleaned or in the running dishwasher, and your hands dried, right as Bloom hops into the room announcing prayers.

>>27559665

>She glances at you and flushes a bit, but you’re too caught up in your dishwashing mindset to note it or the source.
“Sure thing,”
> you say to her, smiling.
“I’ll be up in a minute.”
>She looks up, noticing your casual demeanor, and smiles hopefully.
>She turns and hops of the stairs, looking back at your distracted face, grinning, then running up the stairs gleefully.
>“Told ya it wouldn’t be weird,”
> comes a AJ’s voice.
“Why would it be we-“
>Memory returns mid-sentence, worry consuming your expression.
>“Come on, relax,”
> the soothing girl instructs you, before reminding you that Bloom would forget about this as soon as you did.
“Yeah, that was pretty awful though.
“Not sure I can just forget about it like that, though.”
>“You know what ah mean. Quit acting like it’s a big deal, and you two’ll be close as peas in a pod,”
>She takes on a thoughtful look and touches her finger to her chin,
>“Wait, was that the expression?”
>You chuckle, not correcting her, and start to head up the stairs.
>No reason not to accept her help here.
>You’ll take her advice, just play it cool.
>“She really likes you, ya know,”
> AJ says as she walks next to you,
> “and ah can tell you like her too.”
>You smile in the dark hallway, and say, right before entering the bedroom:
“Yeah. I guess I do.”

>>27559763

>You join them in their prayers this time, somewhat remembering the words.
>You grin at Bloomers when she looks at you with a question on her face, and she returns the favor, warming your heart.
>After prayers, she leaps onto your back like last night, albeit with much more energy.
>Her bare heels grasp your waist, and she raises her right fist high into the air:
>“Ride, my steed! Ride!”
> comes the squeaky voice above you
>Oh, so that’s the game we’re playing?
>You grip her legs, making sure she’s steady, then leap up, causing her to yelp in surprise.
>You tilt your head back, and quietly shout:
“MEEAUUAAAUGH”,
> realizing halfway through that you have no clue what a horse sounds like.
>The girl bursts out laughing at your goblin-like shriek-grunt, and points to the doorway, bellowing
>“My low was your fall! My high is this ride! Ride, Anon! Riiiiide!”
>And with that, you barrel out of the room, leaving three jaws wide open.
>Sprinting to some unknown place in the house, then another, you look innocently at her, and inform her
“Ok, I think I got lost.”
>She laughs again, her body convulsing upon your upper back.
>She directs you back, and you tell her
“I got the same high-low as yours.”
>She crushes your neck in a mighty hug.
“Ack. Bloom. Neck.”
>“Aw, sorry Anon. Ah forgot how strong I was, bein’ a maghty knight an all.”
>You giggle, before entering her room, and tossing her onto her bed.
>You tuck her in, the biggest smile on her face.
>“Goodnight, my mighty steed,”
> comes the exuberant girl, no trace of sleepiness on her face.
“G’night, my brave knight,”
> you whisper, before silently exiting the room and entering yours, lost in sleep before you can even begin your nightly brooding.


DAY 2: END

Goodnight, sweet soldiers

>>27559665
>socially stunted
i got the impression he was a reg'lar guy, and that's just how they are. he gets across all he needs to with 'the guys' with each eeyup.. while they drink out in the alley
>>27559763
is it really that awful?
wait, that IS the expression

anyway this shit is cute, dude. keep it up

>>27559811

-I'm kinda figuring Big Mac as being able to function around guys, but having trouble with people for whom one word answers aren't enough. Like, he can be doing fine, but that might be because he's in a situation where it doesn't really become a huge issue (and as a result, he doesn't really get better). But that's just an idea I had, and will probably not be explored.

-Anon thinks its awful cause it might fuck up an awesome relationship, not because the experience itself was bad. He's still got pretty big problems with pessimism and general social issues, so he thinks something's bad, when maybe it wasn't so bad.

>>27559789
Also, pastebin is here in case you guys kill the thread:
http://pastebin.com/P7m2cfXX

>>27560075
>i need a tap and die and some dubya d forty. say it. come on big mac, say it. you can do this.
>uhhh... hammers.
>excuse me sir?
>where's.. hammers?

oh i see, i'm getting his pov now. it's like being caught picking your nose and worrying youve destroyed the good cred you built up with someone.

>>27559789
daww

>>27548309
>Scoots and Blewm frig each other furiously while Sweetie watches in awe, clumsily rubbing herself. She has never used her hand before, always grabbing a pillow or a stuffed animal. Rarity hasn't even bee a good enough sister to teach her about that. That bitch.
>"Are.. are we still competin'?"
>"YEEAAhh bitch, whoever gets off the most wins!"
>"Gets what now?" Applebloom manages to stammer out before Scootaloo successfully drives her to a gushing O. Amazingly, her first.
>She falls onto her back, panting, while Scootaloo idly licks her fingers "Couldn't even make it one round? Some wrestler you are. Also you got wet as hell. Isn't that embarrassing? Not trying to get on your case but jeez."

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>in a world with no apples...

pubic bump

>>27564083
what is going on with her eyes?

Goodnight, sweet thread.

>>27562625
just remember, you can't spell nipple without apple

>>27564521
It's morning.

What makes this the official thread huh?

>>27565321
Bow>>>Hat.

>>27567958
>filename
fufufu
>>27568604
hmm what are they watching...

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>>27568784
They're watching us. In their innocence, they believe our feelings of affection and adoration are sweet instead of sick and evil.

>>27569153
they aren't wrong. i dunno about YOUR feelings

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>>27569254
No, I genuinely care about them a lot, too. I'm just letting off some steam with a little self-depreciating sarcasm.

I'm honestly surprised we went this far without any serious shaming. It's really nice.

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>>27559789
>Next day Anon goes swimming with his cousin
http://i.imgur.com/hzrNWEn.png

>>27569433
We're the male equivalent of girls looking at babies and thinking they're cute. This thread is like Adoring Father Simulator. I mean, even if we're pretending to be cousins or husbands, the main thing we're doing is adoring them, not necessarily from a romantic standpoint, which is something kinda unique to these characters. Brings out the nurture in us.

>>27570053
skinnydippins to the max! that's what country cousins is all about

>>27559789
>that feel when you cant even brood because you fell asleep

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>>27570110
Yeah, I get what you mean. I'm not so sure that it's as simple as finding babies cute, though, for me.

My filename with AJ some posts back was only a half-joke. While serious romance isn't the immediate appeal with how they're normally portrayed, at their current age, and adoration fits better, I sometimes feel that I would love absolutely nothing more than to live a full life by Apple Bloom's side as her closest friend and companion. To start over as someone closer to her age, grow up with her, fall in love, and get married. Even if the warmth I feel from seeing her is mostly platonic adoration, I think I might have a huge crush on her, too. I can't get enough of her, and all the things I love about her goes well beyond thinking she's cute. She affects me in a way I wouldn't think a "daughteru" should, but at the same time, it doesn't quite fit what most would consider to be a "waifu", either. I don't know. Does this make sense to you?

>>27570877
you want to be the kid too, then grow up but this time not alone
we're all there

I want to snuggle Blewm and keep her safe and assure her that all those secret things she feels are okay

>>27509245

good thing their mouths are open
makes it easier to force them to suck my dick

>>27573959
that's cute.. but the look on her face when she saw the look on MY face when I saw her terribad cutie mark.. well..

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>>27573992
Seeing as you're the first one to ever see it, it can't be her canon mark. It can be whatever you like. A simple hammer or potion-making mark that ignores the heart of her character, for example.

>>27574042
I would have been happy with an apple flower. signifying that her special talent is opening up her petals

wow those are some crummily drawn hands

>>27574058
Does the fact I initially thought it was cropped from an EQG scene say something about the art, or about EQG's animation?

>>27574610
depends on whether it matters that i still thought it was even after you said that.

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>>27570877

She's uniting those two feelings of love that a man has for a wife and a daughter; it's usually defined by the word beloved. Something incredibly precious, that you almost want to be in charge of it just so you can make sure nothing ever hurts her. But at the same time you're not above her, maybe only a little bit more worldly/wise/jaded, etc. Because she's got that spark that some girls have, that makes you feel alive too. I think all of the CMC have that absolute, incredible kindness and warmth that's always there when you need it. And if you were there from the start, you could give her your protection and complete adoration, and you could have that warmth she gives. And if you had that, you'd be alright; you'd have problems still, alone and with her, but you'd be able to get through them.

I think I understand. I meant the general Bloomlover feels that way, but what you have makes perfect sense. I can't say I'm that far into my Bloomlove; What I'm describing here (which may be entirely projection) is a cross between how I feel for Bloom and how I felt for a girl I used to be with. She was slightly younger and a bit of a ditz, but she was the kindest, warmest girl I've ever met.

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>>27574880
Oh man, you really nailed it. Thanks a lot, anon. I feel better.

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>>27509245
Ugh, I'm so torn! The degenerate in me wants to see this culminate with anon consensually masturbating his cousin in her bed after a late night skinny dip in the lake (props to you sir for that vision >>27570154)

But the slice of life comfy storyfag in me wants to see this continue they way it is FOREVER, satisfied with chased gropes and brushes followed by embarrassment.

>>27575879
embarrassment is tension, tension can't continue forever. it will eventually either snap or experience tensile failure and become flaccid, inelastic, and worn out (or yknow, priapism)
just like real life, there is a whole WORLD of slow gradual buildup this can take. it doesnt have to ramp up too quickly. he hasnt even started rubbing her over her clothes yet, and that needs to happen

>>27576398
>tiny bloom-sized tub
perfect for any living room

>>27575879
There's always the hiding-it-from-AJ aspect

>9

>>27578445
If we go with the beginning of this story it's more like hiding it from Big McIntosh.

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I should have known the amount of attention she got in season 5 was too good to last, but damn. I want to see what happens next and stop thinking about the dance class, already.

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When is writefriend coming back?

>>27580468
cute as fuck
nudist applebloom just needs to be a thing.
>You can't keep a stitch on 'er! ah dunno, when she was a little sprout we thought nothin of it, but now.. maybe it's fer the best we don't have any closeby neighbors.
it fits the farmgirl aesthetic almost as well as it suits scootaloo's poor-ass unconcerned tomboyness

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I feel you anon. Im more leaning to the comfy life side of the story.

>>27581403
Meant for (You) >>27575879

>>27580468
das cute

>>27581254
I'm imagining a nervous and flustered Sweetie wedged between them both as they sit totally in the nude while trying to convince her to lose the clothes too.

>>27580468

I'll be here with some green in a couple hours.

>>27581475
the question is how theyd convince her
maybe wait til she's particularly mad at rarity so she takes it as a rejection of the entire clothing industry
then she's so liberated she just starts running up and down all the streets shouting FRRREEDOM and drawing dicks on every sign and movie poster

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smooch

>>27582701
oh fuck. ponylips. i do want to kiss those.

bunp

>>27559789

>Your morning arrives on the sound of faint voices.
>Two female voices, by the sound of it.
>That’s really about as far as you can identify them for the moment.
>You’re a tad busy luxuriating in the warm apple-covers to fully focus.
>The voices grow in loudness, still garbled, but becoming recognizable.
>The lack of pauses and creaking tell you that the Apple sisters are speaking in the hallway outside your room.
>It actually sounds a bit tense, now that you really listen.
>A low grumble burrows its way through your chest; you’d rather be sleeping.
>The only method of escape is the pillow, and you cover your head in it, just like in the movies.
>Unfortunately, it’s pretty darn uncomfortable, and barely blocking out any sound, so you trash the plan.
>Covering your head in the blankets, you hope curling up in the cozy cocoon will distract you.
>It actually succeeds for a moment, before the door slams open.
>“Fine!”
>“Where are you goin’? That ain’t your room!”
>Your door slams in response, and a particularly audible sighs apparates just behind it.
>Guess Apple Bloom forget where she lived, you think to yourself with a chuckle.
>Your mirthful comfort is then wrenched away by the collapsing of a young girl on your bead.
>Her arms splay outward, the right falling over your stomach.
>She sighs deeply, then does this cute little cry that kinda sounds like “gah!”
>Your bed invaded, you pull the covers down and scoot back to sit up against the bedpost.
>You’re careful to keep her arm off of your critical zone while you do so.
“What’s going on, Bloom?”
> you mutter, honestly having tried not to sound testy, but the interruption to your sleep putting too large a damper on you.

>>27583788

>She throws her head back onto the bed, looking at you through the tops of eyes:
>“’Parently AJ don’t want me goin on no more adventures with you after what happened yesterday.”
>Another anguished harrumph, and she crosses her arms.
>“And after Scootaloo got all those fireworks…”
“Wait, what?”
>Her eyes drift lazily back to you:
>“oh, nothing.
>”Ain’t like it’s gonna happen anymore.”
>You silently thank AJ for saving you from what was certain to be your doom, and bring your hand over to her forehead.
>Softly brushing her hair to the side, you tell her
“it’ll be alright, Bloom. I’m sure we’ll find something else to do.”
>“I think ah’d like that,”
> she moans sleepily, pushing her face into your caressing hand.
>You move down a bit, and turn away from her, the heavy desire for sleep barely overcoming your desire to stroke your cousin’s cheek.
>A pouty hmph begs you to reconsider, but now you’re all curled up on your side;
> sorry, love, but my course is set, you think to yourself.
>But then you find her arms covering you as she sidles up to your back.
>Drawing close, she rests her head on your back, and sighs contentedly.

>>27583804

>You think about moving, or pushing her off or something, but you’re still on the train to sleeptown.
>And when you’re as tired as you are, there just aren’t any stops.
>You drift off to sleep again, comfortable in the embrace of your Apple Bloom.
>Three loud knocks jerk you awake, at some later time.
>“Hey, Anon!”
>Sounds like AJ.
>You answer her groggily,
“sup?”
>“Yuh got Bloom in there?”
>You turn towards the angel snoring softly on your bed.
“Sure looks like it”
>The littlest Apple’s eyes blink awake, and she yawns loudly.
>Her eyes clench tightly, and her hands ball into fists as she raises them above her head, in something similar to a victory pose.
>You notice those teeny tiny little shorts she’s got on, crawling way up her thighs.
>And…
>hold on a minute, where did she get your WSU T-shirt?
>Before you can continue your inquest, half-lidded eyes grab your attention, and the following smile leaves you breathless.
>It’s sweet and small, like her, but most importantly, it’s for you.
>You walk up to your bed and sit beside her, her eyes following you all the way.
>“Tell her to get up soon! We’re going to the pool in a bit!”
>Those precious eyes look towards the door, then back up at you.
>You fall into those great amber pools, and tell her in a quiet voice, almost a whisper:

>>27581403
>>27575879
I thought about it a lot, and I think I'm gonna keep it comfy. Might be some steamy stuff here or there, but the vision I had at the start was Anon meets and is accepted into a family, especially via Bloomers. I'll try to release some of the tension in areas, but this Bloom is not for sexual.


>>27583819

“You gotta get up soon, sweetheart. We’re going to the pool in a bit.”
>Her white teeth shine as she pulls back soft lips in a smile, your subtle mockery of her sister not going unnoticed. “Alright, we’ll be out in a moment!”
>You sidle up closer to her, stroking her hair once more, while her gaze continues to hold onto you.
>You audibly sigh in happiness, a smile finishing it off, her expression meeting yours.
>Remembering your last cuddle-session, you recall the last girl to hold you closely
>You have an idea, remembering a little bit of fun you had during that day
>You lean in close, very close to her face, just enough to make her smile fade into an expression of bated expectation.
>Moving still closer, you veer off to the side of her face, lips almost touching her earlobe.
“Hey, Apple Bloom?”
> your breathy voice comes
>“W-what?”
“Gimme my shirt back.”
>A pause separates your gleeful teasing and being pushed off the bed.
>You laugh as you hit the ground, successfully getting her.
>She sticks out her tongue at you, then thoughtfully looks up.
>You see Scoots’ wicked grin again, this time covering your angel’s face.
>Oh boy.
>“Want your shirt back, huh?”
>Your confidence shows its absence in your hesitant affirmation.
>“Fine then. Here y’go”
>And with one quick motion, she strips off the shirt and tosses it at you.

>>27583788
let this be a lesson to all
as much as it's cute to be all in-someone's-bed, interrupting a guy's sleep puts him in a shitty-ass mood. we are bears.
>>27583918
>not for sexual
oh well i'll just have to pick up the slack.. but i'm not nearly as good at it.
>shirtlessness
hel-lo. not losing interest in this green anytime soon!

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>>27583918
Again, I wholeheartedly think that's the right way to go. I'm very happy with how you've been doing it.

>>27584035
and he can always change his mind later. there's no such thing as a bad time to 'suddenly' take things in that direction. a long slow romantic buildup is best for everything

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>>27583947
Please consider writing man if that guy ain't gonna do it you must be the hero we all need!

>>27584092
i aint much of a greensman. most of the time all i can do is like
>a thing happens
>another thing
>this shit would happen
>theyd be like whaaat
>then mad sex occurs

hot day in the treehouse has hit a dead-end, for now, and writing any of that was like pulling teeth

the only halfway decent green i've ever written was https://yuki.la/co/80878538#p80892378

>>27583819
>You walk up to your bed and sit beside her, her eyes following you all the way.
What? When did he get out of bed?

>>27583918
>>“Want your shirt back, huh?”
>>Your confidence shows its absence in your hesitant affirmation.
>>“Fine then. Here y’go”
>>And with one quick motion, she strips off the shirt and tosses it at you.
WOO BOY

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>>27583918
I am 95% happy with your decision. Seriously. There are plenty of other ways to feed my degeneracy in this fandom whereas unf'y-comfy stories like this are a little less common.

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>>27509245

You guys don't know how bad I want to fuck this little filly. I want to fuck her more than anything in the world right now. I want to feel her warm filly juice engulf my cock while I fuck her slowly. I want to feel that winking vulva rubbing the bottom of my cock while I slowly penetrate her filly pussy. I want her to try and fly while I"m fucking her so I can feel the vibrations while she's flapping her cute little wings.

In case you didn't notice, I want to fuck Scootaloo so bad. She's my fav

>>27522322
looks more like a bruise