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No cute flutter butter threads?
Let's fix that. (Now with 25 percent more green!)
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I think she's more like 75% green.
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>>27614140
No. Only fluttershy allowed.
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Here's a singing flutters for you.... cheers
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>>27614855
i want that mouth wrapped around me, thats a kiss right? ive never known such things :^(
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>>27538499

>Awkward.
>That's about the only word that can properly describe the mood in this hall.
>Maybe boredom too, seeing as that's the expression of everyone who isn't involved.
>But you?
>You were involved, heck you were half the reason.
>And you were neither.
>No, you stood tall, your legs like pillars, your gaze stern but gentle.
>On the inside however, the anticipation was building up so high you threatened to fall.
>The butterflies in your belly ran wild and a tear threatened to escape your eye.
>So long had you waited for this moment, months of planning.
>But here you are, at the altar, burning on the inside with too many worries to count.
>It was only a few more moments until she was to arrive, but it felt like an eternity.
>You hardly looked around, but you already saw her mother and brother in the very front.
>Beyond that you couldn't bring yourself to check.
>Not that you needed to.
>You stiffen further as the bells ring and the music begins.
>Your heart has doubled it's rate.
>The door opens slowly and a few foals drop petals on the ground along the way.
>You turn your eyes to the door and-
>It skips a beat.
>At the door come two.
>You instantly recognize her father.
>Next to him however, you had no doubt it was her, a light but functional veil shielding her from your gaze.
>Even with it, you could do nothing to prevent your insides from exploding.
>There was a frenzy happening in your chest and all you could do was breathe.
>It steadily increases as they approach.
>You swear you're about to have some sort of attack, but finally, they arrive.
>The timid stallion whom you've already met so many times before looks outright terrifying now.
>But you stand strong, adding the fear to the growing list of emotions.
>He gives one single look.
>Despite it lasting less than a moment, it says a hundred words.
>Above all, he demands you treat her right.
>Respect her.
>Protect her.
>Love her.
>You could only give your most respectful nod.
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>>27615940
Jy,writefag
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бyмп
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>>27615940
Thanks, anon. Are you the same writefag from last thread?
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>>27616489
Yes sir.

>>27615940
>It was so pathetic, and yet he smiles slightly before leaving her to you.
>You didn't know what to think.
>So you don't.
>Turning to the mare before you-
>Aw geez...
>Despite your best attempts to keep it together, you just can't help blushing like a child on his first date.
>Behind her cover, you can faintly see the smallest hint of red.
"Woah."
>Her giggle is just as heartwarming as you remember.
>How did you even manage to survive so long without her?
>Soon you find her eyes behind the vain.
>The two glorious cyan orbs that stare right into your core.
>You both get so lost, after several week of seperation due to tradition you were finally reunited.
>Time seemed to completely stop as you two connected after what seemed like an eternity.
>You swear to yourself, if you could freeze a single moment to live forever, it would be this one.
>But of course, you couldn't.
>The mare standing next to you clears her throat as politely as one can.
>While you were obviously disapointed, you filled with the same anticipation from before, seems the little reunion took away any anxiety you may have had.
>You swapped a few more glances before turning to her.
>Her looks between you as you do, smiling.
>"If I have your attention, we may now begin."
>And she does.
>Not that you're paying attention.
>The moment she starts talking you turn back to the linen covered beauty.
>Her smile manages to peirce through.
>Your own only increasing it's size.
>"Anon?"
"Oh. Yes?"
>"Your vows if you please..."
"Oh yes."
>You'd been practicing these for so long, no way were you gonna mess it up.
>After clearing your throat, you quickly remember the beginning.
>There rest on the other hand...
>As you freeze up, your stomach drops as you fill with the feeling of incompotence.
>In shame, you glance at Flutters.
>She has the same smile that has gotten you through the worst of it.
>It triggers something inside you.
>Standing proud, you forget the memory and start speaking.
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she's the prettiest.
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freaking bump
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>"""""Cute flutter butter"""""""
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>>27614096
Looks 'shopped.
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>>27617004
>after weeks of separation due to tradition

Is this actually a thing?
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>>27617004
U alive, фeм?
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So cute.
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shyabetes pony
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>>27617004
Exactly how you felt, it all come from the bottom of your heart.
>You kept until you were out of breath.
>When you stopped to catch it, you heard her.
>Checking, you saw droplets coming from behind the fabric.
>You heard little sniffles, and instantly you filled with dread for just a moment.
>Then just the same, you saw the biggest smile you'd ever seen don her face.
>And the butterflies returned.
>You hated seeing her cry.
>But an exception was made today.
>You could've sworn the crowd behind you make some noise, but you weren't listening to that.
>The mare turned to Fluttershy.
>Similarly, she asked her for her own.
>You genuinly worried.
>You knew Fluttershy, you knew how she was in public.
>How she spoke, how she felt, how ashamed it made her.
>You truly hated seeing her like that, and yet here she was.
>You held your breath as she sniffled just a little longer.
>She went at her own pace, no one was going to rush her, even if it did take a little longer than they would like.
>You watched as she composed herself and opened her mouth.
>As you did, she look at you for comfort.
>You offered your best smile.
>She sniffled once more and took a few deep breaths.
>"O-okay..."
>...
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People need to bump this thread, otherwise it'll die
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Freaking page 9 bump
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>>27624731
Let it die faggot.
This is just gonna drag on for a month with the same fucking pictures being reposted
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>>27624905
but we have green
also i'm always ready to do some simple edits/reaction faces/etc
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>>27625880
Uh, post some cute screencaps then
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>>27625942
actually i'm about to go to sleep
just drop your /r/ and i'll pick them up when i wake up
also good night Flutter bread
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>>27626022
>2:15
But it's real nigga hours
Nite and thanks for the free diabetes
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Hopefully the thread will be alive tomorrow
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I'm writing for another thread, funny enough, the story focuses on the same pone. Having writer's block at the moment though and thought writing something else about the same character for a bit might help me get somewhere. Anything you guys want to see written?
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>>27626022
nobody, huh?
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>>27626022
Just post cute pics of best horse/EqG
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>>27630144
You could continue other work, I want to see where the pony Fluttershy and EqG version sorry goes
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I love her!
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>>27626022
Gimme all the bitchyshy pics from flutter brutter and a side of cute pics from her in Three's Company.
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>>27614855
This is probably one of the cutest gifs I've seen. I do love those ponies in clothes
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>>27630291
Those freckles look more like blood splatters.
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>>27621796
>As you listened, your grin drops.
>Your knees become wobbly
>No matter how hard you try to compose yourself, you can't control it.
>Her angelic voice spoke love filled words, each one reaching a memory in your mind.
>You just barely managed to keep from crying.
>As she went on, you felt something inside click into place.
>Your smile returned and your legs stood strong once more.
>You had to be strong.
>For her.
>Her voice began to get shaky towards the end and tears open fell the floor.
>You had to restrain yourself even harder, resisting the urge to comfort her then and there.
>It rips your heart apart to see her struggling, but thankfully, she finishes.
>Once again, you escape reality and enter the world only you both share.
>You swear you're about to ruin it.
>Can't take another second just standing here like this.
>You force your foot to stop tapping.
>Her voice come through one last time.
>"If there are no objections, you may now kiss."
>No one, and you mean NO ONE, was going to say anything.
>You'd make sure of that.
>Fluttershy was the first to move, slowly.
>You walked half the distance, and met her in the middle.
>Guess you were waiting for some sort of permission as you waited just a moment before moving the veil.
>Behind it, you finally got your first real look at your bride.
>Her breaths matched your.
>Quick, heavy, and hot.
>You swore her eyes had heart in them, her tears exposed some of the make up she wore.
>Besides that, she was the same mare you had fell for all that time ago.
>Can't keep her waiting.
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>>27628172
I don't have any specific requests, but I do have a vague idea that I would love to see written.

I've always wondered what fluttershys hobbies consisted of, besides animals. I would love to see any ideas you have about it, written. Thanks.
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>>27628172
How about that EqG Fluttershy with pony Fluttershy story?
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Ded
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>>27635449
These are really well done
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>page,pagina,seite,sayfa,sivu,side,bladzijde,apród 10
Nah
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>>27639467
add "strona" to that
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>>27639493
Next time, polanbro
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>>27635449
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Don't let the thread die.
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>>27639563
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>>27635449
Took me a minute to figure out what was bugging me about this pic. Her mouth is trying to make a check mark.
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>>27640796
we have pony shy stylized up like EQG shy so we should have EQG shy stylized like pony shy, right?
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>>27641037
Just the hairstyle? Because I don't think we can do a full lewd human Fluttershy
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>>27635503
>How much time had passed?
>Why can't you remember?
>There was a ring on your finger, a larger one around her forelimb.
>The bright green jewel in it triggered the lost time to come back.
>As you both stared into the endlessness of your eyes, she presented the two.
>Your gaze never left hers as you slid it over her hoof.
>She do this same to your ring finger.
>The words you spoke as you did were gone it seem, though you sure they had something to do with "I do".
>But the calling of your name brings you back to reality.
>Your eyes widen as you take in the most beautiful sight you'll ever see.
>She stares at you in concern.
>Her hoof goes to your hand as both of them rest on her cheeks.
>And you smile.
>Whether intentional or not, you slowly close the distance between your lips, giving her time to prepare.
>The instant they touched you felt a bolt of lightning run through your body.
>As your eyes closed, her wings began on their own, bringing her up and as if by some 6th sense you caught her right as they stopped.
>It wasn't too intense or obscene, if it wasn't for the occasion, you'd probably forget about it entirely.
>But.
>There was no way it would ever leave your mind.
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>>27639688
>"ooOOAHAHAHAH MY GOD IT'S STUCK ON ME FACE"
>"HEEEELP !"
>"I CAN'T SEE !"
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>>27642812
sure we can
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listening to anything nice right now?
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>>27648438
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VJxK-pz4imE
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>>27648438
this techno masterpiece
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0A7ipO_gAps
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>>27648438
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oDK-62Kiqt0

This is pretty chill.
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>>27639467
>filename
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>>27620337
ONE OF MINE!!

Yay!

Here, have another.
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>>27650953
>>27620337
and here i can only do vectors
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>>27648438
Don't judge me
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-gt7YWwOmRo
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>>27651623
No judgements here, friend. Only kindness.

https://youtu.be/lDp0VfKKxss
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>>27648438
https://soundcloud.com/officialbenzel/straight-up-mumbai-benzel-remix
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>>27648438
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RdftnURWBs
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>>27648438
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MUNIhUBeuDE

Currently writing a story based on this.
>inb4 wall
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Thinking on continuing an unfinished story here. Might post a link to the pastebin for it if anyone is interested. Should I?
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>>27654748
Go ahead, I did the same in the past.
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>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wabrnt1MVVQ
Two-Headed Boy Pt. 2 makes me think about yellow quiet
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>>27656277
Poke the other eye out too. I want to see how she'd deal with blindness.
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Diabetes bump
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>>27654748
Of course, friend!
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>>27654757
>>27660887
Alright, I'm going to go over it and probably post it tomorrow.
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>>27625880
interesting filename
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>>27625880
>>27663159
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>>27663175
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>>27648438
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7FZ-hvPRx8
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I post green now.

>Ever since you were a young lad, you've always been shy around people.
>Always played by yourself in recess, all caught up in your little world.
>You can't honestly remember if you were bullied because you were shy or if that's what caused it.
>But in simple words you just can't trust anyone around you.
>You realize over time you're just not like all the other kids in school. So you never connected with them.
>Except for one. Fluttershy.
>From kindergarden to high school you were always hung around each other.
>We only made small talk most of the time. We just had that understanding with each other.
>You learned she loved taking care of animals and volunteered at the animal shelter regularly.
>So naturally you started volunteering there as well.
>You're glad you did. She had a way with animals that bordered on the supernatural.
>Sometimes you'd slack off on whatever you were supposed to be doing and silently watch her.
>Whenever she was alone you got to see her be her true self.
>Did it make you jealous that she talked to her animals more than you? Maybe.
>But that was why you loved her.
>You loved animals too. Just for different reasons than Fluttershy does.
>Her love is maternal.
>She nurtured little birds when their wings broke and would climb up trees just to reunite them with their family.
>You loved the power. Playing God if you will.
>You were the one who would break the birds wings so you could watch Fluttershy freak out and shower her love on them.
>The love you always wanted by proxy.
>It was a good system.
>Flutters in her innocence would never dream you would hurt another living creature. You were just clumsy.
>But yet you yearned for her affection. Watching wasn't doing it for you anymore.
>So you had a plan.
>Fluttershy had a pet bunny named Angel.
>Angel was her baby. She carried the little bastard with her everywhere, even though she isn't allowed to have pets in her parents apartment.
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>>27664957
I don't like where this is going
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>>27664957
this is going yandere fast
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>>27664957
dON'T DO IT ANON
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saving throw
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>>27664957
Woah there friend, you might need to slow it down!
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>>27669666
I am ashamed for wasting my trips of the devil. I must now go sin to make up for it.
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>>27661042
Took me a bit longer than expected, but I went over what I had. Forewarning that the story gets its premise from the thread it was originally written for. I've done my best to add extra exposition for those parts so that it makes more sense.


>It’s just another quiet night on the internet.
>Try as you might, you cannot bring your mind out of the haze it’s in. This is the kind of haze brought on from the repetitive activities of everyday life.
>Not really that you mind that, though. It’s peaceful, there isn’t a lot to worry about, and you have fun.
>Doesn’t stop you from nearly falling asleep at the computer, though.
>After spending some time just trying to wake back up, you finally resume your regularly scheduled internet browsing.
>Now what were you doing again..?
>You stare blankly at the monitor, the screen displaying many a picture of colorful cartoon equines.
>Right. /mlp/. The board dedicated to a kids show that’s obsessed over by many grown men.
>One of which you are.
>Emasculation aside, it’s an entertaining way to pass the time.
>Speaking of time, how late is it anyway?
>A quick check of the clock in the corner of your monitor shows it to be a little past midnight.
>Huh, it seemed later than this.
>You’d normally stay up much longer, but you’re pretty beat tonight.
>Might as well check the catalog then hit the hay.
>stealthpun.png
>Yawning, you begin lazily scrolling through the vast array of threads.
>Not too much new tonight. Just the standard generals, CYOA’s, theories, and shitposting.
>One thread in particular catches your eye.
>It has no name.
>It has no fame.
>The thread actually looks pretty lame.
>But you investigate despite the outward appearance.
>You have two options.
>The first is quite simple. You can go to Equestria, but the very concept of sex does not exist. They don’t have genitals, and you’ll get your ass sent back to Earth if you try to get them to do anything sexual.
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>>27669964
>Option two is quite the opposite. You stay on your world. Your favorite pony comes to you and warms up to you fairly fast. Nobody but you can know of their existence or else they disappear never to be seen again. Eventually they fall in love with you.
>Neither of these options would appeal to you in reality.
>You begin to think of it as if you were forced to choose one with no choice to walk away.
>You’d either get torn away from everything you’ve worked for, and only have your hand as a way of release for the rest of your life, or you’ll have a new roommate that couldn’t buy their own food.
>And they would be an alien that would have some pretty awkward feelings towards you later on.
>If you wanted to get rid of them, you could just show them to someone. But where would they disappear to? The post didn’t specify.
>Y’know, You’re overthinking something very simple.
>Something drives you to post a reply. Boredom, maybe?
>You click the reply button and type.
If I couldn’t choose NOT to choose… I’d probably go with option 2.
>A simple sentence. Short, sweet, to the point.
>If something like that were to occur, you’d at least not have to get torn from your realm.
>Even though it would mean tearing someone else from theirs.
>You really are a selfish bastard, aren’t you?
>Whatever, you just do what it takes to stay on top. No need to dwell on fictional possibilities.
>Besides, you’re too tired to think rationally right now.
>You turn off your monitor, walk to your bed, and flop down on it for the night.
>With the satisfaction of knowing that you’ll be getting a bit more sleep than usual, you drift off into darkness.
>It’s one of the more restful ones you’ve had as of late, really.
>Unfortunately for you, this rest is cut short by the sudden sound of what sounds like shattering glass from the next room over.
>Your eyes shoot open, sleep still clouding your mind.
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>>27669970
>Realization strikes you as your head clears up.
>Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit.
>You knew this day would come. You knew and yet you still aren’t prepared.
>Quickly, you slide out of bed, avoiding flopping onto the floor like you usually do.
>First thing’s first, a decent weapon.
>It’s weak, but gramps’s old revolver should do the trick.
>If only you could find the ammo for the damn thing.
>Looking at your open bedroom door, you realize there isn’t any time. You’ll just have to hope they’ll run away when they see you have a gun.
>You quietly sneak your way out, attempting to replicate the stealth tactics you see on TV and vidyagames.
>All seems to go well until you reach the room where the noise came from.
>The sight of the room distracts you from trying to find the possible intruder.
>Or rather, the sight of the room’s wall.
>Once, a large glass window resided here. Now, there was only a square hole and some menacing looking pieces of sharp glass.
>Below it, in the center of the room sits a decently sized crate.
>Not just some small delivery box. A full sized wooden shipping crate.
>Whatever they put in it must be heavy to break the window like this.
>This is all it takes to distract you and make you trip over your feet onto your front end.
>Right into the broken glass shards.
>Dear god, your fucking arms.
>At least they’ve taken the brunt of the damage, not your torso.
>Careful as to not agitate your now injuries, you climb to your feet, gun in hand.
>A cold breeze blows through the now broken window, reminding you what a pain it’s going to be to get it replaced.
>Speaking of entry points, you have to check the rest of the house.
>Cursing yourself for your stupidity, you check your back.
>They could have easily snuck up on you at this point.
>For the next twenty or so minutes, you scout out your property, checking every place that someone could hide.
>No matter where you check, you see don’t see anything suspicious.
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>>27669977
>Returning to the site of the supposed break in, you stare again at the crate.
>Well, before you call the cops, you’d might as well check what’s inside.
>Maybe someone just wanted to hide a body and pin it on you.
>In which case, you probably shouldn’t be handling the evidence.
>You’ll just leave that train of thought to the people in the world who are actually smart and are not currently still partially asleep.
>Throwing caution to the wind, you fling open the lid of the crate, which just so conveniently landed cover side up, and was apparently never sealed.
>The sight inside the crate is enough to make you throw the lid back down.
>Now THAT is something you weren’t expecting.
>No, there wasn’t a cut up mess of body parts in it.
>The contents aren’t even human.
>And surprisingly, not mentally scaring.
>Slowly opening the lid once more, you take in the sight of what lies in the box.
>In the faint natural light, you can just barely make out the appearance.
>Four legs. Pale yellow fur. Butterflies on the ass. A tail made of light pink hair, and a long mane to match.
>It’s a… pony. A pony that you know from a certain TV show.
>You let the reality of the situation sink in.
>No, you aren’t dreaming. You are currently face to face with Fluttershy.
>She’s not even your favorite character, though!
>Will there ever be a day where OP actually delivers?


That's the first part. If anyone's interested in seeing more, please let me know. If not, tell me to fuck off. Or something of the sort.
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>>27670501
>>>/tıraş/
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>>27670652
>>>>/tıraş/
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>>27643868
>tfw you will never drink Flutters' mare juice
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>>27670663
feels bad
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>>27664957
Sorry guys. I was wromgfully accused of crimes I did not commit, so I had to spend the night in jail. I'm on mobile now but once I mozy on back to town I'll keep posting more.
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>>27671026
Oh shit!
Hang in there buddy! We'll get you out of there soon!

#FreeSondaria
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>>27671026
I believe you but can we not go full psychopath anon. What if Fluttershy teaches him how to fish and hunt to focus his bloodlust into a more contructive and healthy activity.
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>>27669990
keep going bruv!
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#Bump4Sondaria
#FreeSondaria
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>>27645850
This writefaggot here.

Sorry for dying, I've been really busy, but I'll try to pump something out later today.

I started like 3 other stories for this thread that I still need to complete.>>27637263
being one of them.


I'll get to it eventually.
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reminder to every writefag here that i also write green which is very meh but i'm proud to finish every single story i started
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>>27672350
Writer of this >>27669964

I feel you, I'm trash at writing, but I try to at least finish every story I make that has at least one reader. This is the only one I've never finished. Despite it being one of my lesser works, my OCD demands I finish it, whether it be publicly or just as a file on my PC.
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>>27648438
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMHOwqhjceQ
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>>27671026
> I was wromgfully accused of crimes I did not commit
Suuuuuure....
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I want to impregnate Fluttershy.
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#FreeSondaria
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I want to put adorable satyr foals inside of Fluttershy.
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>>27614096
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>>27678700
i want Fluttershy to impregnate me so i can bear our child and be the best mommy ever so Shy can be proud of me
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>>27669990
>Poor attempts at humor aside, you aren’t sure what this means.
>The very fact that a fictional character is sitting here in your house and is at the same time looking like a living cartoon defies the laws of physics.
>You start looking around in the cold night air, hoping that the universe isn’t starting to crumble apart.
>Well, you aren’t hurdling up into the sky, and there’s no bright white light emerging from the fabric of reality, so you suppose that everything is holding together for right now.
>Steeling yourself, you look back over to examine the pegasus once more.
>Though it’s dark, you can see that her eyes are closed.
>Is she dead? It’s hard to hear if she’s breathing or not.
>Only one way to find out.
>Slowly you extend your hand, somewhat nervous about actually touching the pony.
>You immediately feel warmth when your hand finally makes contact with her side.
>Before long you also feel the sensation of her chest rising and falling with her breathing.
>Good sign. You won’t have to bury any bodies tomorrow, then.
>Another cold breeze reminds you that you are completely exposed to the outside weather.
>Seriously, spring is almost here, why does it still look and feel like winter?
>Whatever, you’ve got a box to lug back to your room.
>Sure, you may not exactly be pleased with the whole turn of events, but you aren’t going to just leave a living thing out to be exposed to the elements.
>Okay, so you don’t take in every homeless person you pass on the street, but that’s different.
>Crouching down, you slide your hands under the crate, careful to not touch any glass that may lie beneath it.
>It isn’t all that difficult to lift it up, and before too long, you are headed back to your room.
>Despite checking the house, and obvious signs hinting that this wasn’t any ordinary break in, you can’t help but feel nervous.
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>>27682888
>You don’t really have any close neighbors, socially or physically. The nearest police station is in the city, while you live in a more remote area.
>Remote as in, “There’s a big ass stretch of woods beyond my back yard.”
>Your ass could get murdered and it would be days before someone got suspicious enough to consider investigating.
>Oh well, enough of what might have happened, you have to think of how to deal with this situation.
>At this point, you’ve arrived back at your bedroom and set the crate at the foot of your bed. The air from your broken window is still following you in, it seems.
>You shut the door and tuck a stray shirt you found on the floor beneath it.
>It’s going to suck dealing with this for the next day or two.
>With that problem covered up for now, you turn on your desk lamp and return to your unexpected guest.
>Opening the lid once more, you are able to make out Fluttershy’s features a lot easier this time.
>She appears to only have a few minor lacerations on her front hooves and back.
>You aren’t sure about bruises though, due to the fact that she has fur.
>It might be a good idea to at least check some vital spots for them, though.
>First is the head. You reach in and begin to brush back different bits of fur on different parts of her cranium.
>Nothing in particular stands out.
>Next you check on her sides. Nothing there, either.
>As you retract your hand, the crate’s occupant starts to move around a bit, seemly trying to find a more comfortable position in the wooden confinement.
>Guess you should probably get her out of there.
>Doing your best not to alert the unconscious mare, you carefully slide your hands under her midsection and scoop her out.
>She weighs about the same as a mid-sized dog, so most of the weight earlier came more from the crate.
>You softly set her on your bed, somewhat relieved that you wouldn’t have to lift any more stuff for the night.
>Sitting on the bed next to the pony, you begin to get lost in thought.
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>>27682898
>Questions run through your mind.
>The most obvious being how?
>You watch a TV show, and somehow one of the main characters appears in the same place as you.
>This was either one hell of a coincidence, or you entered and won the horsefucker lottery without knowing.
>Wait, didn’t you post on that thread that started almost just like this..?
>That’s going to be something to investigate in the morning.
>In the meantime, you notice the unconscious equine next to you begin to quiver.
>Your arm extends without thinking to start rubbing her back.
>Within seconds, the shaking subsides.
>You find yourself letting out a small chuckle at the sight.
>For what feels like the first time today, you speak.
“This… is gonna be an interesting day.”

Not quite sure if people wanted more, but I decided to post up some more of what I have saved.
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I want to raise adorable foals with Fluttershy.
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>tfw will never move in with Fluttershy and have her bully me out of the NEET life.
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>>27682903
Looks nice, anon.

>>27682944
i-It hurts.
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>>27684444

Four 4s confirm that it hurts.

I love her so much.
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Why is she so perfect?
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>>27684879
she's a gentle sweetheart
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>>27682903
>The past few minutes have been enough to wake you back up.
>Your nightstand clock shows the time to be 2:54 AM.
>Going to sleep at midnight means you’ve gotten a little less than three hours of sleep.
>Fuck it. You’ll just take some time to get things together in your head, and maybe browse the web a bit while you’re at it.
>What kind of preparations should you make for the first encounter?
>Food might be a good start.
>You’re sure you have something decently vegetarian around here somewhere.
>Taking your hand off the pony, you rise from the bed.
>Before leaving to raid the fridge, you take an extra blanket from the closet and drape it over her back.
>Stepping out of the door and back into the rest of the house, you make your way to the kitchen.
>There really isn’t much in here in terms of fruits or vegetables, but that shouldn’t be hard to work around.
>After a few minutes of scouting around, you settle on just getting some peanut butter, some bread, and a banana to make a sandwich.
>You finish the meal making process by filling a glass with water and bringing it all back to your bedroom.
>Finding some open space on your night stand, you set down the plate and glass.
>What else?
>You can’t really think of anything right now.
>For now, you’ll just browse the net again.
>Gotta do something, right?
>Perhaps you’ll check back on the thread from earlier.
>You fall back onto your desk chair and wake your computer back up.
>Maybe this is just the start on an equine invasion and there are others on the same thread having their houses damaged by cartoon horses.
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>>27685755
>Speaking of, you’ll have to check with your insurance to see if alien invasions are covered in your plan.
>Can you even sue otherworldly beings for property damage?
>Eh, there’d be no use, even though this is America and you probably could.
>Time goes by fairly fast as your insane mind wanders.
>You completely forget about looking for the thread and end up on a completely different website than you started out on.
>Soon, your trance is broken when you hear murmurs and the rustling of covers from behind you.
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I want to make tender love to her.
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She's such a pretty pony.
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So this thread already has a writefag, and he's doing a phenomenal job, but are you guys in need of another? It's been a while since I last wrote, but I could give it a shot .
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>>27687221
if you feel like writing, just write
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>>27687221
Go on
>>27648438
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ayY01EhkgI
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i want to tell fluttershy to stop looking so adorable and see her trying all kind of "uncute" poses and grimaces while i get even bigger diabetes
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>>27687221
Do it
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>>27687257
>>27687359
>>27687772
Alright, sweet. What would you guys like to see? Give me some ideas and I'll see what I can do. Might be a bit slow with posting because it's Father's Day, but I'll try my best!
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>>27687221
>>27688075
Do it, I get lonely easily, so having a fellow writer around helps.
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>>27688589
I will, I just need some ideas. Come on, Anons, what do you wanna see?
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>>27689639
how about some weird stuff?
maybe some Fluttershy going full random or about some fetish
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>>27690156
Uhh... I-I'd rather not, i-if that's okay with you. I'd prefer to write something cute and cozy.
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>>27690257
I got something.

How about Kid Anon has a crush on Fluttershy and attempts to a woo her as best a child can.
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>>27690257
meh...we had hundreds of these. why not try something more challenging?
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>>27690289
This seems interesting.

>>27690309
Okay then. KidAnon trying to woo Flutters it is.
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Page 9 bump
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>>27664957
I'm back.

>She loved him more than anything in the world.
>It would be a tragedy if something were to happen to it.
>You were about finished cleaning the dogs kennel when Flutters burst through the shelter door.
>"Anon! Angels been hurt."
>She was cradling the rabbit in her arms. He's been beaten pretty bad and one of its ankles was broken.
>You drop what you were doing and run over to her, feigning surprise.
"Aww, not my little buddy" you remark while stroking his ear.
"What happened?"
>She lowered her head and used her hair to cover her eyes in shame.
>"I- he was getting lonely cooped up in my backpack all the time, s-so I..."
>She started to trail off. You plant your hand on her shoulder to comfort her.
>She didn't object your touch and continued.
>"So I put him in with the other bunnies so he'd have some company."
"Well that doesn't seem so bad." You quip.
>"No I was stupid! It's mating season and the m-male bunnies are so much bigger than him..."
>She trailed off once more. This time you could see tears stream down her face.
>"Oh Angel bunny... I'm so sorry."
>You plant your free hand on her opposite shoulder.
>Fluttershy leans into your chest in an armless hug.
"There, there, it's not your fault."
>She heaved into your chest. You felt warm tears soak through your overalls.
>Finally you get to be close to her.
>Angel spazzing out from being smothered between you broke the embrace.
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Sorry guys. Gonna have to call off the KidAnon story for tonigh and possibly tomorrow, too. My computer is being a bitch. Will try to work on it as much as I can, but I can't guarantee I'll post anything.
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>>27692155
That's all right, familia. You might wanna namefag or something when you make the green, though.
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>>27692229
Absolutely. I've written before, it's just been some time. A few of you might remember me from a certain cuddle thread a few months back.
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wibbledy whop, its the bump cop
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>>27685763
>Turning your seat around, you see Fluttershy’s eyes slightly crack open.
>It begins.
>This might very well be first contact.
>Better make a good impression of humanity, Anon.
>Her head heavily lifts up, looking around groggily.
>You wait for her to get her bearings straight.
>Her large eyes slowly focus, pupils changing to the correct size for the current level of light.
>For a time, the mare just looks around, trying to take in her dim surroundings.
>It isn’t until you raise your arm to scratch the back of your head that she seems to notice you.
>The two of you lock gazes.
>Only now do you realize it’s just a little uncanny having something with such big eyes looking at you.
>You’ve never been one to back down from a staring contest, though.
>Silence fills the room while the two of you just look into each other’s eyes.
>Nobody blinks.
>Your gut rumbles a bit, causing a bubble to rise up into your chest.
>Fluttershy tilts her head slightly, trying to make sense of the situation.
>The gas travels up to your throat, the tense situation not slowing it down in the slightest.
>Unconsciously, you push it out through your mouth.
>Much harder than you need to.
>The sound that comes out can only be described as the roar of a lion with a bad case of gas.
>And with that, you now also know that ponies might be the only living creatures on this planet to break the sound barrier without the use of a machine.
>As your mighty display of gaseous power took place, the pegasus had instantly bolted from your bed to an unknown location, blanket still attached.
>Well, the certainly could have gone better. But hey, at least you won the staring contest, right?
>You should probably look for her. She couldn’t have gotten far with your door closed.
>Standing up, you make your way towards your bed, but it isn’t long before you find out where the frightened pony went.
>You look down and see a long gathering of pink hair sticking out from beneath your bed.
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>>27693942
>Speaking with a calm, soft voice, you attempt to reassure her.
“Uhh...”
>”S-stay away..!”
>You should have known that it wouldn’t be easy.
“Hey, I’m uh… I’m sorry about that. I just had a bad burp, that’s a-“
>A growling sound comes from her position.
>You fall back on your ass against the wall.
>What the hell was that?
>Intrusive thoughts begin to push to the front of your mind.
>Shit… Is she transforming?
>Was this all a clever ruse? Are you going to get eaten and not even have a corpse to leave?
>A yellow blur collides with your torso.
>You try to scream, but can’t.
>It’s too late now. The grip is too tight.
>You squint your eyes, waiting for the inevitable feeling of teeth sinking into your flesh.
>However, that feeling never comes.
>Another growl, and the grip tightens.
>The beast holding onto your body begins to shake and emit what could be mistaken as a whimper.
>Breathing is difficult, and life is slowly turning into suffering.
>You open your eyes, ready to face your demise.
>When you look down, you don’t see the flesh devouring monster you were expecting.
>Instead, you see the familiar form of a quivering pony, holding onto you for dear life.
>Instant relief.
>You hear the same sound from earlier, and with a clearer mind, it’s easy to tell what it is.
>The sound of hunger, and this time, you’re pretty sure it isn’t the hunger for human flesh.
>You attempt to choke out some reassurance.
“H-hey… don’t be af… afraid. It’s just your… stomach.”
>Some seconds pass before this registers to her, and she slowly loosens her grip.
>Then quickly backs up to the middle of the room when she sees just what she was burying her face into.
>You get to your knees, deciding that standing would probably cause some intimidation with your height.
>An idea strikes, and you twist to the nightstand to grab the food you made.
“You must be pretty hungry. I’m not sure what you might like for food, so I just made this.”
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>>27693948
>You set the plate down, doing your best to telegraph each action you are about to take.
“How are you feeling?”
>Fluttershy eyes the sandwich a bit before sniffing it and responding.
>”I’m… Fine.”
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>>27693953
“That’s good, I’m glad to hear it. You must be curious as to where you are. Right now, we’re in my house. In my bedroom, to be exact. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I’m sure you have a lot.”
>You look at her, waiting for a reply.
>The pony shrinks back under your gaze, shaking ever so slightly in fear.
>You aren’t too surprised, she probably isn’t quick to trust.
“It’s okay if you’d like some time to clear your head. I can leave if you want.”
>The part of your mind that’s still quite irrational from the recent events is asking you why you just offered to leave your own damn room, but your calmer side tells you it’s the right thing to do.
>Still now answer. Maybe you should leave her be for now.
“Well, if you need anything, please, don’t be afraid to ask.”
>You can see her body become a bit less tense at your attempt to reassure her that your intensions are good.
>To give her a bit of space, you back off to your desk and sit.
>So… First contact didn’t go as well as you had hoped.
>Can’t say it wasn’t expected, though.
>Now then, what were you doing before she woke up?
>Oh right, the thread.
>This time you’re focused.
>Before you know it, you’re back at the page that may or may not have started all of this.
>Hopefully there’s something in here that will shed some light on the events that have unfolded.
>Starting from the top, you scroll through the posts that are shown, paying closer attention for any underlying hints.
>Sadly, by the time you reach the end of the thread, you are left with a lack of answers.
>With a sigh, you put your arms on your desk and lean forward.
>The pain comes almost instantly.
“Gah..! Damn, what the hell?”
>Your eyes shoot down to your arms as you turn them to your face.
>You can’t decide whether or not it is surprising that you forgot you fell onto broken glass earlier.
>Small trickles of blood stream down your arms, telling you that these aren’t just a few small scratches.
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>>27694048
“Damn, these are some pretty bad cuts… How’d I manage this?”
>An attempt at pulling one out ends in you just agitating the laceration further and causing more bleeding.
Why do injuries only start to hurt when you notice it?
>Speaking of not noticing stuff, a certain yellow pony startles you when her voice emanates from right next to your seat.
>“Excuse me, are you okay..?”
>You’ve definitely been better.
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Jesus, it's been two years since I've had anything to do with any pony shit. I boredly check out /mlp/ see this thread and start crying. Why will I never get a chance to hold best pony in my arms? ;A;
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>>27695329
because life is beautiful
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>>27695337
The only way life can be beautiful is if it has Fluttershy.
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but anons...
we're all dead already and this is hell
we will never get back to the world where she lives
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>>27695437
Huh. Hell isn't half bad, then
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>>27695974
it is, anon
because she's not here
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>>27695437
She would want you to hold onto hope, Anon.
Wouldn't you expect the same?
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im back
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>>27694055
>You turn around to face the source of the unexpected question.
>Fluttershy is standing a few feet away from your chair, trying to get a decent view of what might have caused you this pain.
>She shrinks back slightly, her courage wavering at the eye contact.
>You put on a slight smile and speak.
“It’s nothing too bad, I’ve had worse. I’m just having a bit of trouble getting this glass out.”
>As you speak, you turn one of your arms towards her; her eyes widen as blood quickly runs down your arm to your elbow.
>Well, you certainly did a number on that one.
>”Oh no! How did this happen?”
>You feel bursts of what feels like wind hit you as the pegasus takes to the air, inspecting your arm closer.
>”Oh my… These are in deep…”
>Not one to cause worry to others, you grab ahold of a different shard and try to pull.
“It’s really no big deal, I just gotta… gah..!”
>You pull your hand away and notice a small cut on your index finger.
>Perhaps you should use something other than your hand to pull these out.
>”No, you can’t take them out like that..! Here…”
>She pauses for a moment.
>”L-let me help… Is that okay..?”
>For a moment, you consider just waiting to go to a doctor in the morning, or trying to pluck these out yourself.
>But this would offer a good chance to allow the both of you to communicate a bit more closely.
>A trust exercise of sorts.
>Plus, it beats killing yourself accidentally from blood loss.
“Sure. Anything we should have around?”
>She stutters out a list of items that you luckily have around the house.
>Minutes later you have the supplies laid out neatly on your desk, and a pony working on your wounds.
>You watch in a mix of amazement and horror as the shy pony uses a pair of tweezers with her mouth to extract one of the bigger pieces.
>This process goes on for several minutes, and after a bit of effort from the both of you, your arms are void of glass.
“Hey, you’re pretty good at this, you know?”
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>>27699145
>No vocal response, but you do get a blush and a bashful smile as she begins to bandage up your arms.
>An awkward silence ensues.
>…
>Just now, you realize that Fluttershy more than likely does not know that you know what she is or where she’s from.
“So… What’s your name? And what are you? Can’t say I’ve seen something like you around here.”
>”I’m… I’m Fluttershy. I’m a pony.”
>She stops to think.
>”I’m from Equestria. From the looks of it, I don’t think I’m still there…”
>You nod.
“Probably not, since I’ve never heard of it. This is earth, in the United States.”
>Her eyes widen.
>”And I haven’t ever heard of that…”
>She backs off, her bandaging finished.
“Do you remember what happened before woke up here?”
>The mare shakes her head.
>”I… just went to bed, and when I woke up, I was here.”
>Scratching your chin, you nod once again.
“And the ride here must’ve been pretty rough. You’ve got some pretty nasty cuts yourself. Here, let me return the favor.”
>You get out of your chair and motion for her to sit down in it.
“Don’t worry, I hurt myself all the time. I at least know how to treat a few cuts.”
>”If you say so…”
>After a moment of hesitation, she complies and lands in the spot you were just sitting.
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>>27698341

>Fluttershy sneaks up on the said mare and knocks her up
>Then she ties her up and takes to the shed...basement
>But
>You know about Fluttershy's dark secret
>You know that she's the definition of yandere
>And You knew that it would end up like this
>You simply can't allow this to happen
>Fluttershy prepares all kinds of stuff for a torture session
>But she doesn't know that You've been hiding in the shadows
>She's too busy preparing and too excited to notice
>You sneak up on her and suddenly grab her
>Before she realizes, she's all tied up as well
>You stand above her and smile
>It's time for Your friendship lesson, sweetheart...
>You take the biggest knife in the room
>And You release the mare by cutting her ropes
>...Well, not quite release
>You tell her to eat Fluttershy out first
>You present her the knife again so she won't complain
>The mare digs her muzzle in Fluttershy's crotch
>Fluttershy starts shaking
>The room gets filled with slurping noises
>And Shy's moans
>Fluttershy is completely on her mercy
>Oh, You love this
>Your precum is flowing out already
>But You only observe
>Fluttershy makes such a cute expression
>Even the mare is enjoying it now
>You can see her getting wet
>She makes Fluttershy come quickly
>Shy squirts all over her face
>While moaning loudly and shaking violently
>The mare takes her wet muzzle away
>Fluttershy is winking so lovely
>You grab the mare and give her a kiss
>Which is also an indirect kiss with Shy's marehood
>You thank her nicely, apologise and release her
>Then You untie Fluttershy and cuddle with her
>She always enjoys being Your little spoon
>My cute, little psycho...
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>>27699157
>Now that you think about it, you have no clue why the usually cautious pony would actually let you do this.
>Even more so since you appeared to not know how to even take care of your own body with that glass earlier.
>Maybe she’s starting to trust you already? Or she could be too afraid to say no.
>Either way, you are almost done treating the cuts on her body.
>She sure took the disinfectant a lot better than you did, that’s for sure.
>While you would swear like a sailor every time she touched you with it, she’d just wince and let out a small whine.
“And there… we… go. That all ought to hold for now. Everything feel alright?”
>As Fluttershy shifts around in your chair to test the bandages, you proceed to gather up the various medical items.
>”They’re fine…. And thank you.”
“Not a problem.”
>You head out the door once more towards the bathroom.
>Arriving at your bathroom, you place each item in a spot that’s easy to remember. You never have to use these often, luckily.
>Upon returning to your bedroom, you find your chair rotated around so that the back is to you and the front is facing your computer screen.
>Your steps are muffled by the carpeted floor as you make your approach to your destination.
>Something tells you that this visitor is a bit curious about the big shiny rectangle on your desk, and you aren’t about to pass up the opportunity to observe this phenomenon.
>Plus, your mischievous side is going get a kick out of her reaction when she finds out you’ve been here all this time.
>Soon, you’re standing right behind the seat, waiting to see what she does.
>Turns out, not much, as all she does is look around the various parts of your desktop wallpaper and various icons.
>Eventually, the pony raises a hoof towards the display.
>However, seeing as no one has given the computer any actual input in over ten minutes, the screen goes black just as her hoof makes contact.
>Best. Timing. Ever.
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>>27699952
>A wave of panic seems to overtake her as she frantically falls back and looks around your desk for a solution for the problem.
>She tries tapping the screen with her hoof again to no avail, letting out a whimper of nervousness in response as she falls back into the chair once more.
>You stifle your childish giggles, having more fun than you should watching an alien horse struggle with technology.
>Finally, the panicked mare freezes, gaze slowly drifting up to meet your own.
>A dumb smile spreads over your face and you let your even dumber giggles go free.
“Having fun?”
>In a flurry of yellow feathers, the pegasus jumps from your seat and begins to profusely apologize as tears well in her eyes.
>”I’m sorry! I… I b-b-broke…”
>Okay, you may have let this get a bit too far already. Best to end this now before any further damage is done to her weary mind.
>You wiggle the mouse and the display fades in back to life.
“It does that if you don’t do anything to it for a long time. It conserves energy that way.”
>A smile already on your face, you kneel down to match Fluttershy’s height.
“Do you have computers where you came from?”
>You’re fairly certain they don’t, but you obviously can’t let her know you know that.
>The pony shakes her head, wiping away the tears from earlier.
“Well, hop back up here and I’ll show you what this can do.”
>”Really..?”
>You roll your eyes.
“No, I’m going to keep you locked up in here away from your friends and family. C’mon, the seat’s all yours.”
>That… actually may not be too far from the truth if this is going by the same rules as the thread.
>Which brings to your attention the fact that you’ll have to tell her eventually what’s going on if it’s true.
>Getting back to your feet, you wait for her to get back up where she was so you can commence the show and tell.
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>>27699965
cute
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>>27699910
now that's some way to deal with her
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>>27695437
it isn't that bad

I'm just glad she's graced us in some form, thanks Lauren
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>>27699965
Op here. Nice green, anon. Really interested to see where this goes.

>>27696729
B-but she loves us anyways, r-right?
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>>27700036
>>27701046
Thanks guys. Knowing that people read and enjoy what I write is what keeps me going!
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I was going to upload this photo a year ago but my phone was shit and completely broke. I was traveling to Maine and came across this photo near some art store in Portland. Obviously at first glance it looks like Human Flutters so I just had to get it and share it with you guys.
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>>27703963
>looks like flutts
>no teal eyes
tsk tsk, anon
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>>27703963
> Drawing Flutters as a stinky thumblerina...

I am disgust, comrade.
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why you made her so happy, anon?
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>>27705050
That makes no sense, though.

I can't make anyone happy
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>>27705150
just look at her. she's crying tears of joy
like the fuck, anon? did you made her feel proud of you or something?
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>>27705050

She just found out about human stamina.
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>>27705150
>>27705245
She's looking at the guy behind him.
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>>27705729
>She's looking at the guy behind him
>who's pounding anon in the ass
>she's happy that anon found such a good friend
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>>27706840
But who's pounding anon in the ass?
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>>27707414

Her brother.
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>>27618681
I know, it's like saying a cute cute cute thread.
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>>27699965
>Before beginning the grand tour, you completely close your internet browser so that no evidence of your previous pony adventures on the web are seen.
>You start by showing her the basics. The mouse, keyboard, monitor, and others.
“And this down here is the computer itself.”
>Fluttershy looks back up at the monitor, confused.
>”What about this?”
“Like I said, that just takes what this is doing and displays it in a readable form.”
>You are about to lean over her and start opening a few programs, but get a better idea.
“Go on, grab the mouse and try clicking on a few things.”
>Looking unsure, she speaks.
>”A-are you sure..? I don’t want to break anything…”
>With a roll of your eyes, you reassure her that nothing is going to break.
>Although, the hard drive HAS been getting slower and making more noise lately…
>A look of amazement is plastered on her face as you guide her through the various functions of the PC.
>After a few minutes in the paint program, she finds her way to your pictures folder.
>In it is a group of people in a grassy park; only a few people in it are posing for the camera, the rest are doing their best to do something dumb for when the picture is taken.
>It’s a memory that sticks out to you. This was the day of your graduation.
>You see yourself with your small group of friends. Everyone looks like they’re on top of the world.
>Fluttershy’s amazement breaks and she points a hoof where you are looking.
>”I see you right there. Are those your friends with you?”
>For just a bit longer you go over the picture before responding.
“Yeah. I haven’t seen them for quite a few years now.”
>Those were some pretty good times…
>…But those were in the past now. You’ve got a life to focus on. Two now, if this doesn’t end up being some strange fever dream.
>Now her face seems to convey sadness as she looks down at her hooves.
>”I hope my friends are okay…”
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>>27707414
i can be that guy if you'll be the anon
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>>27707999
>You didn’t think about the status of her friends. Could they have ended up in a similar predicament?
>The look on her face is enough to put a small crack in even your stone heart.
>You rest your hand on her back in an attempt to reassure her.
“I’m sure they’re safe and sound at their homes. They’re probably just as worried about you right now.”
>You’ve never been good at comforting those in need, despite so many people coming to you for it before.
>This time though, it seems to be enough to bring a small smile back to her face.
>”I hope so…”
>Taking your hand off, you continue.
“And I’ll do what I can to get you back. I’m not sure what all I can do, but I’ll try.”
>Fluttershy looks back up at you and her smile widens just a bit.
>You aren’t sure what came over you just now to make you feel like you had to say that, but for now, you’ll just chalk it up to sleep deprivation. You don’t even know where you’d start!
>Before she can say anything, you yawn and look at the clock. Almost 4 AM. So much for getting to bed early tonight.
“Hey, I’m getting kind of tired, how’s about we continue this in the morning?”
>The pony looks just a bit disappointed at having to stop so early, but agrees none the less.
>She gets out of the chair and looks at you.
“You can sleep on this bed tonight. It might be a good idea to stay in here if you don’t like the cold.”
>Realization strikes you as you receive a questioning look from the pegasus below.
>By the time she woke up, you had already taken her out of the box. The sound of the window breaking probably evaded her as well.
>”Um, what’s wrong with the other rooms, if I can ask?”
>Looking down at the crate, you answer in a tone that’s a tad bitterer than you intend.
“See that crate over there? It was thrown through my window with you inside. Now the cold air is seeping in through a huge hole in the wall because of it.”
>The mare grows uneasy, hearing the annoyance in your voice.
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>>27708013
>”O-oh no… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“
>Shit, gotta rectify this.
>Before she can get too far into her apology, you motion for her to stop.
“It’s alright. I’ve got a feeling that you probably didn’t hop in there to go for a joyride. Just an unexpected bump in the road of life is all it is. Anyways, let’s try to get some sleep. We should talk some more in the morning, if you’re up for it.”
>Meekly, she nods her head and walks to the bed.
>You on the other hand lower yourself into your chair.
“Could you get the light while you’re over there, too?”
>Punctuating your request with a yawn, you sink into your chair and close your eyes.
>”Is, um… Is that really where you are sleeping? I don’t want to take your bed away from you…”
>Already drifting off, you answer.
“I fall asleep here four nights out of seven anyways. I’m good. Thanks though.”
>For once in your life, you aren’t lying to make someone feel better. You really need to work on actually using your bed.
>A shuffle of sheets, a click, and the absence of light are the last things that register to your tired mind before your consciousness fades away.
>…
>Your sleep is restless and filled with breaks in its cycle.
>It’s nothing too unusual, this always happens when you fall asleep at your desk.
>You keep telling yourself to get up and stagger to your bed, but you’re too comfortable to do that right now.
>Finally, you get enough clarity to force yourself out of your chair.
>It’s still dark out, so you haven’t been asleep all that long.
>A small chill runs up your body from the temperature of the room.
>Is your heater broken again?
>Whatever, the blankets will solve that.
>Arriving at the head of your bed, you look to your clock.
>6:12 AM
>Not bad. You’ll have plenty of time to get some real sleep.
>Your hair stands up on end as an unexpected noise emanates from behind you.
>It sounds close to a whimper, but you can’t quite place…
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>>27707999
>>27708000
>those digits and timestamps
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>>27708022
>You turn around, and still to your surprise you can see the faint outline of a sleeping equine laying her head on your pillow.
>So that wasn’t a dream…
>Through the darkness you can see that Fluttershy is completely uncovered, and is heavily shivering along with her pathetic whimpers.
>You can’t blame her, it IS pretty cold in here.
>Might as well plug in the space heater while you’re thinking about it.
>Quickly, you take the small heating implement from your closet and plug it in next to your bed.
>With sleep clouding your mind, you sit next to the sleeping pony and begin to absentmindedly stroke her side.
>You’ll have to come up with a plan to get her back home in the morning.
>After a bit, she stops shivering and subconsciously snuggles herself into your hand.
>Removing your hand from the pony, you get up and tuck a blanket around her before going back to your chair.

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I was supposed to be shortening this story while keeping it entertaining, not increasing the word count... Shit.
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>>27708035
But anon, words are good. More words means more story.
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>>27708035
>Sleep comes much easier than before.
>Before you know it, you are awoken by the alarm of your watch on your desk.
>You really have no idea why you use this instead of the perfectly fine desk clock next to your bed, but whatever.
>The light that tries to poke through the window blinds is quite faint, telling you that today is going to be filled with clouds once again.
>Groggily you get up from your chair, a nice soreness in your back greeting you.
>Looking over at your bed, you see that Fluttershy is still asleep and that this is indeed still not a dream.
>It appears to be 10:30 AM on the dot from what your clock says.
>Good enough time to wake up, you suppose.
>You decide to let the bed’s occupant sleep a bit longer, seeing as she’s had a much rougher night than you.
>Removing the makeshift insulator once more from your door, you step out into the wall of cold.
>As soon as you walk into your living room, your mouth drops.
>Snow. A huge pile of it, right under the base of your window. It’s also still coming in, most of the outside world beyond it being obstructed.
>You knew there were going to be snow showers, but not THIS bad!
>For a while, you just stare.
>Fuck it. You’re making breakfast. It’s the floor’s issue now.
>You ponder on what to eat on your way to the kitchen.
>Whatever it is, you’ll have to make double what you normally do.
>It’s been a while since you’ve made breakfast for two.
>As you look down at a box of instant oatmeal packets, you remember the last time you did.
>The woman you had over ended up slipping something in your juice. When you came to, your wallet was gone, your toaster was leaking a mysterious fluid, and all the plates at the table were licked clean.
>It always seems like shit like that happens whenever the girl you have over is great in bed.
>Totally worth it, though.
>Finding some pancake mix in the cupboard, you decide to just make something simple today.
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>>27709978
>Setting out a bowl and some plates, you proceed to pour the powder into the bowl and mix it with some water.
>The counter is already a mess.
>After all of the lumps are crushed out of existence, you set a skillet on the old gas stove, you ignite the burners and pour half of the contents of the bowl on two different parts.
>A while later, you have two very large golden brown pillows of… whatever pancakes are made of.
>You slide one onto each plate.
>Before leaving, you get out some syrup and butter.
>Once back at your room, you quietly open the door and creep back to your bed.
>As she lets out small, near inaudible snores, you see a single strand of her light pink mane blow out with every breath she exhales.
>Out of habit, you end up lightly brushing it back into the rest of her mane with the back of your fingers.
>With a steady hand, you lightly shake the sleeping mare through the covers in an attempt to wake her.
“Hey, it’s morning. You don’t want to sleep the rest of the day away, do you?”
>Slowly she stirs, making small squeaking sounds before stretching and letting out a large yawn.
>Well, large for her.
>Her eyes open up partially, trying to comprehend the space around her now that it actually has daylight filling it.
“Good morning, Fluttershy. Feeling better this morning, I hope?”
>The pony sits up, rubbing her eye with a hoof.
>”Mmmh… Good morning… I’m fine…”
>Turning around, you begin to head back to the room in which your holy bounty of breakfast food awaits.
“I’ve got food waiting in the kitchen if you’re hungry. It’s two rooms to the right as soon as you leave this room.”

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Had a bit more I decided to touch up before bed, thought some of you might like to keep reading.

>>27709220
I'm glad you're enjoying it! (Well, I assume you are.) I just felt that this started dragging on later in and didn't make a whole lot of progress. Trying to keep myself in line to prevent that this time around.
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well done, writefriend
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>>27709989
>You’ve walked out of the bedroom, deciding to give the occupant some time to wake up and get herself together
>The kitchen smells of fresh cooking, something you have always enjoyed, an opposite you draw with some members of your family.
>They’d always insist on venting it out. You’d insisted that they were in need of a psychological evaluation.
>You arrive at the table shortly, and prepare for the meal ahead.
>Opening up the butter, you scrape some off with the knife and smear some on your pancake.
>For yours, you pour some syrup over the top and begin digging in.
>It isn’t long until you hear the strange new sound of hooves clopping on your tiled floor.
>You hope like hell this isn’t going to leave scratches.
>Seeing this cartoon character walk through your kitchen is still one of the most surreal things you’ve experienced so far.
>You smile at her.
“Didn’t have any trouble finding the place, I hope.”
>Fluttershy shakes her head, wearing a soft smile of her own.
>”Oh no, not at all.”
>When she reaches the table, you scoot out a seat for her.
>What? These seats are big, heavy, AND hard to move across the floor, even for you. She’s smaller than them. You aren’t reaching maximum fedora tippidge just yet.
>After fluttering up to the chair, you move her in closer to the table.
“I wasn’t too sure what all you might like on yours. I might have some whipped cream in the fridge, or some strawberries I could still chop up. I’m kind of boring when it comes to food.”
>Well, at least in comparison to some of the stuff you’ve seen in the show. You’d like to at least consider yourself not bland in taste.
>”Oh, that’s okay, I couldn’t ask for more than you’ve already given. Thank you for the food, it smells great!”
>You shrug.
“It was nothing, really.”
>No, really, it was nothing. Just add water to the powder, mix, then cook.
>They probably don’t have the all in one mix in Equestria, though.
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>>27713472
>After putting some butter of her own onto her serving, Fluttershy begins to reach towards the bottle of syrup, only to be stopped by the shortness of her own front arm.
>You kind of just let it happen, chewing on a bite of your food before you realize that she could probably use some help.
>Quickly, you lean over and pass the bottle to her.
>She takes it with a sheepish grin.
>Once her flapjack is covered with syrup, her next action surprises you just a bit.
>She goes headfirst into the plate, then back up, emerging with a piece of the food in her mouth.
>Right. Ponies. Hooves.
>Surprisingly, her face isn’t dirtied in the slightest.
>Minutes pass as the only sound in the room is that of chewing, and the occasional clank of silverware.
>Now is as good a time as any to strike up a conversation.
“So… How’s about we get to know each other a little better?”
>An apprehensive look is cast your way, the food in her mouth swallowed like a large pill with no water.
>Looks like you’ll have to take the initiative here.
“Here, I’ll start. My name is Anonymous. You can just call me Anon for short, though. I like to relax at home on quiet evenings after a long day of work, though I also enjoy the occasional outing with friends whenever we’re in the same place.”
>Gee, sounded like you just sat up a dating profile there, bro.
>Whatever.
>You list off a few more of your interests, along with your job.
“So, that’s about it for me. What about you?”
>Hesitantly swallowing, the butter colored pony speaks.
>”W-well… My name is Fluttershy. I like to interact and take care of… animals…”
>Her sentence trails off at the last word, but you can still hear it.
“Interesting. Do you have any pets?”
>”W-well, I have a bunny. His name is Angel…”
>You faintly remember that white puffball. If you aren’t wrong, that rabbit’s name betrayed its personality.
“Any others?”
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>>27713487
>Almost as if composing a list in her head, she looks down at her plate, only a small bit of the once large pancake remaining.
>Then she lists off what animals she takes care of.
>They range all the way from mice to bears.
>In all your life, you’ve never heard one living being list off as many different creatures as she has just now.
>”But I just take care of them, they’re not really pets. They’re my furry little friends! I feed them and treat them when they’re sick or injured.”
>She’s much more opened up, now.
“That’s good to hear that you care for them like that.”
>The pony nods and points at her rear end.
>”In fact, that’s what my cutie mark symbolizes.”
>Your eyes fall to the three butterflies on her flank.
“Cutie mark, eh? Can’t say I’ve heard of those before. What’s that all about?”
>She goes on to summarize how each pony earns one specific to them whenever they find their special talent.
>Honestly, you kind of zoned out seeing as you already know about all that.
>Then, she goes on to tell you how she got hers.
>Again, something you know about, but it’s still interesting to hear it be told to you first hand.
>You try not to laugh at the fact that she opened her story up the exact same way as she did in that one episode.
>Which also leads to her telling you about the rest of her friends and how they got theirs.
>Though these were much shorter summaries, seeing as they weren’t her own.
>After the discussion, you take the empty plates from the table and over to the sink.
>Returning to the table, you find your guest staring down at her hooves, much more downtrodden than a moment ago.
>Something tells you that you know what’s going on here.

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Running on a few hours of sleep. Glad all I have to do is edit at the moment.

>>27710449
Thanks, pal!
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would be KidAnon writefag here. sorry guys, my computer shit the bed so I'm gonna have to call off the story. feel free to lynch me for my sins.
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>>27715174
It's all cool, bro, shit happens. The computer I'm writing my story on has a hard drive that's going to die any day now, so I'm in the same boat. I have yet to back anything up, so I'll probably end up losing the entirety of what I've written if I don't do something soon.
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>>27715174
Thank you, dear writefags. Without you guys, these threads would be dead.
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>>27713496
GOOD JOB ANON WAY TO REMIND HER OF HOME
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>>27715521
And thank you for thanking me. Writing is a nice way for me to unwind and let my mind wander, and I'm glad people like me to share it with them.
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>>27713496
>Instinctively, you squat down at her side to meet her eyes.
“You’re worried, aren’t you?”
>Sullenly she nods her head.
>”I’m afraid… I might never get back… What if I never…”
>Her words falter a bit as she has trouble choking out the next sentence.
>”…See my friends, or my family again..?”
>Instant guilt.
>You really don’t know what to do or say.
>This is possibly your own doing.
>Jesus Crispy Christ, all you were doing was being an idiot online!
>This is why you hate people that take stuff literally.
>You say something dumb that shouldn’t be taken seriously, then the next thing you know, they’ve managed to travel across dimensions, kidnap one of the inhabitants, and throw them through your window.
>Well, if it even WAS a person…
>Guess you should be thankful this didn’t turn out worse.
>The torrent of self-pity is driven away when you notice a single tear running down the face of the mare in the seat.
>”I hope they at least notice I’m gone…”
>Her comment takes you by surprise.
>For something like that to come out of her mouth, this whole situation must be taking a much bigger toll on her mind than you thought.
>What you’ve seen on the show tells you that with how strong their friendship is, a thought like this should never occur to her.
>It’s something you can’t just let go by unattended.
“Hey now, don’t give up already. You haven’t even been here twenty four hours yet. Your friends surely haven’t forgotten about you. Besides, if what you’ve told me about them is true, they never would. I mean, you have all of the perfect elements to make a great lasting friendship, and that’s hard to break.”
>By some miracle, your weak words of wisdom manage to strike a chord and you see the pony’s eyes light up a bit.
>”Elements… That’s right!”
>What’s she blabbing about..?
>”I can’t believe I forgot… We held the Elements of Harmony for a reason..!”
>Oh right, the magical MacGuffins.
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>>27721846
>You really didn’t mean to remind her of those, but hey, looks like luck was on your side today!
>"I can't believe I was thinking that way... They'd never forget about me..."
>Once again putting your hand on her back, you speak.
"I wouldn't worry about it. This is a stressful situation for you. Judgement is sure to be clouded at first."
>She nods.
>"I guess so..."
“As for getting you back, I see it this way: If there’s a way into this world, there’s gotta be a way out. You got here somehow; most methods of travel have a way to go in reverse. We’ve just got to find it.”
>Much easier said than done, that’s for damn sure.
>She looks back up at you, eyes still glistening with leftover tears.
>Now however, you see something else in them. The signs of renewed hope shine through along with a smile.
>”You really think so..?”
>Scratching the back of your head, you respond.
“I’m not gonna lie. It’s going to be difficult, nearing on impossible. But I’ll do my best to help.”
>Her face doesn’t fall, and you aren’t sure whether to feel happy or guilty because of it.
>”I’m glad that you’re here to help… I-I can’t thank you enough.”
>Once more you see face light up with happiness when she speaks her next sentence.
>”Plus, my friends will be working to find me, too!”
>You didn’t think of that.
>A society that actually understands portals and magic is a lot better than a single man with an average education and day job.
“That’s very true! Heck, by the time you leave, you’ll have been here for so little time that you’ll be able to forget about me in a day or two!”
>Flashing a smile towards Fluttershy, you get a small giggle from her.
>Good, crisis averted for mow.
>Seeing the snow let up outside of your kitchen, you are reminded of the broken porthole in the other room.
>Better put a to-do list together for today.
>Alright, so you have to shop for a few things.
>Groceries, and a window.
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>>27721885
>First should be relatively easy. Though you’ll probably want to cry internally when you witness the cost of it all.
>As for groceries, you know what YOU want, but now you need to get an order from a second person- er… pony.
>Taking a pad of paper from a nearby drawer, you approach the timid pony.
>You speak, breaking her attention away from looking out of the window near the table.
“Hey, Fluttershy.”
>She turns her head towards you, a curious look in her eyes.
>”Hm?”
>You place the pad down on the table.
“I’m gonna go out to the store. I figured you might be able to think of something you’d like from there while I get a few things ready to go out.”
>Realizing you forgot something, you run over to the room that you call an office and grab a pencil.
“You can just write down what you’d like.”
>Once your instructions are clear, you go to get some proper clothes.
>Up to this point, you’ve just been wearing a pair of underwear and a shirt. Definitely not the kind of clothing you’d want to be wearing if your new guest was a human.
>Once you are dressed, you grab your wallet and keys.
>While gathering what you need, you remember something that’s going to be difficult to explain.
>Like most living things, you’re pretty sure the temptation to go outside is going to hit Fluttershy at some point, and you don’t have a plan to tell her to stay out of the front yard.
>Sure, cars don’t drive by all that often, but they still do often enough for it to be a risk.
>Maybe you could tell her the truth…
>Or you could just ask her politely to avoid the living room and front yard for now.
>That might work for now.
>Passing through the living room this time, you get a better view of the damage.
>And the snow.
>Guess you’ll have to take care of this before leaving…
>About ten more uninteresting minutes later, you’ve cleared away the offending mound.
>You return to the kitchen, noticing that Fluttershy is no longer there.
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>>27721893
>On the table, you spot the paper, now with a few scratches of writing on it.
>Taking the notepad, you rip off the top sheet.
>You fold it and stick it in your pocket, deciding to start your search for the wayward interloper.
>However, you don’t have to spend much time searching as you find her in your office, one room over.
>When you step in, you spot her looking at the TV placed next to your work desk.
“That’s a television. We use it to watch all sorts of things.”
>The sudden break of silence is enough to make her jump a bit.
>”O-oh, Anon… You startled me.”
>You respond, a small laugh escaping your throat.
“Sorry about that.”
>”What do you watch on it?”
“You really don’t have a lot of technology back home, do you? Imagine watching a stage show, only it’s all in a little box.”
>Her eyes light up in understanding.
>”So, like a movie?”
>Oh yeah, they have movie theaters in Equestria.
“Yeah, pretty much. Only the screen is solid and isn’t being projected onto a surface.”
>You know, there might be an idea hatching here.
>Grabbing the remote from your desk, you press the power button and activate the device.
>After a bit, the screen pops in, the last channel you were on filling the screen.
“Here,”
>You crouch down and put the remote at her hooves.
“Press this button right here to switch what you are watching. What you are seeing is based on the channel number you are on. The one pointing up increases the channel number, the one going down decreases it. If the pictures stop showing, go to a lower channel number.”
>Pointing at a set of similar buttons, you explain further.
“These control the volume of the television. Up makes it louder, down makes it softer.”
>Some time later, once you’re sure she has the hang of it, you decide to ask her the difficult question.
“I’d like to ask you to stay inside while I’m gone, if that’s okay. I can’t really explain right now, but I hope you can understand this time.”
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>>27721901
>Fluttershy gives you a bit of a confused look, but nods.
>”Okay. I don’t mind, it’s kind of cold out there.”
>You stand back up, watching the pony press a button on the remote with the tip of her wing.
>The TV starts displaying what seems to be a documentary on nature or animals.
>It catches her attention and the remote is forgotten about almost instantly.
>Her predictability lifts your spirits a bit and you walk out of your room.
>Once in the garage, you open the door to the driver’s seat of your car and climb in.
>The engine roars to life with the key inserted and switched on; all that’s left to do is get to town.


Dumped a bit more than I meant to, sorry!
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>>27721905
>apologizing for a dump of more green

Sometime I think we're a bit to much like the ponies we love
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>>27722250
Funny thing about that. Though I like them all, Fluttershy is actually near the bottom. I'm just a lil' bitch.
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Fluttershy is the only thing that makes me happy anymore and she's not even real
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>>27721905
>It’s been about an hour and a half since you left your house.
>At first, you only went out to get a few things, but as always, you have to go to about fifty thousand different fucking stores before you can find what you want.
>You didn’t really expect to be out this long. At this point, Fluttershy probably thinks that you were eaten by a grue or something.
>Cool air hits your face as you climb out of your car into the freshly shoveled parking lot and head for the store.
>This place better have what you need, otherwise you’re gonna…
>Well, you don’t know what you’re going to do; all you know is that whoever’s on the receiving end isn’t going to like it.
>…
>Well, that was some extreme luck.
>By some miracle, not only did you find the window, but it was also on sale.
>At this price, why even bother making an insurance claim?
>That would probably just end up raising your premium anyways.
>The installation team should be at your house in a few hours or so.
>Before starting up the car again, you look in your back seat, trying to remember if you’ve forgotten anything.
>Everything seems to be present and accounted for.
>You even picked up a few flowers before you arrived at this store.
>Only issue with this is that you don’t know if these are edible by alien technicolored equines.
>Well, they don’t look half bad anyway. If she likes flowers for their looks, you could just give them to her as a gift.
>Anyways, time to get the hell back home.
>…
>The sight of your house off in the distance is a welcome one for sure.
>This whole trip was really more difficult than it should’ve been.
>Oh well, such is life.
>Your garage door opens in reaction to you pressing the button on the small remote on your dash.
>The sound of your car echoes in the confined space, announcing your return.
>Grabbing the bags, you shut the door behind you, the thump resonating throughout the room.
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>>27725064
>You struggle to get the door open with your hands full, but after a few seconds of adjustment, you manage to unlock the door and step inside.
>The house is quiet aside from the faint sounds of the TV.
>Your arms are freed of their load, which is now sat upon the kitchen table.
>You decide to go into your office to see how she fared while you were away.
>When you come to the door of the room however, you see that the pegasus in question is completely absent from the room.
>Well, not completely, as there are a couple of feathers that match her coat color in the place she was sitting when you left.
>Questions enter your head as you kneel down to pick up one of the lost feathers for closer inspection.
>Maybe she was somehow discovered and just poofed away?
>Though that would be next to impossible if she was in here the whole time.
>Well, there is a giant hole that a burglar could have hopped through…
>Wouldn’t that be one hell of a coincidence?
>Dropping the light yellow strand of fibers to the floor, you get back to your feet.
>That outcome is likely not the case, but the possibility still uneasily creeps into the back of your head.
>Searching the bathroom yields no results, and neither does the living room.
>The thought of Fluttershy somehow disappearing begins to creep into your mind more and more as you search, your heartbeat rising slightly.
>However, your fears are calmed when you step into your bedroom and see a familiar scene.
>That being the sight of a pale backside ending in a pink tail sticking out from the side of your bed.
>A laugh escapes your mouth despite your curiosity as to why she’d be hiding under there again.
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>>27725070
>You notice her rump begin to quiver at the unexpected sound.
“Fluttershy, it’s me. What are you- Oomph-!”
>An impact knocks the air out of your lungs and knocks you onto your back.
>You’re going to have to start up a pony research journal.
>The first note to go in it would be something like this: Ponies, no matter how slow they may seem, can move at extremely high velocities. Heavy padding should be worn at all time to avoid injury.
>Also, they can somehow tackle you without you being able to see them immediately, despite looking straight at them when they do.
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>>27720216
so cute i am dying
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>>27614096
I want to butter her flutter
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>>27720216
Adorable, more?
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>>27725321
Oh asphyxiationfag, I thought we lost you!
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>>27726691
Could probably record more at some point, not currently though.
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Live, Liiiiive!

>>27720216
A cut above most attempting her, pretty good.

>>27728433
Giant Fluttershy or tiny AJs. You decide.
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>>27725075
Fluttershy is a huggy one ain't she.
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>>27725075
>You may or may not have just heard one of your ribs crack under the force of Fluttershy’s grip on your body.
“H-hey… You’re stronger than you look, you know. It’s… getting kinda hard to breathe…”
>Your words do nothing to reduce Fluttershy’s vice-like grip around your ribcage.
>Pain. Pain is your life. It never isn’t.
>Tilting your head down, all you see is the pale pink mane and yellow ears of the pony hugging you for dear life as she buries her face into your chest.
>Thoughts of a deformed horse-like alien creature that kills it’s victims via constriction begin creeping into your head.
>It’s thoughts like this that cause you to be a bit uneasy.
>No, you know who this is.
>…Well, pretty sure at least. You never know when this could just be a brain sucker that reads your mind and-
>Okay, enough paranoia, you need to focus on the situation.
>For the first time since you got back, the quivering mare speaks.
>”Y-you’re okay! I-I… I thought you got eaten!”
“What gave you…”
>You try to inhale.
“That idea..?”
>”I-I heard that roar from o-outside after you left…”
>Roar? Was there something around here while you were gone?
>”Then you w-were gone for so long, and I heard the… The r-roar again just now…”
>By some unholy act of god, her grip starts tightening again.
>You reassure her and begin patting her on the back.
“It’s okay… I’m sure it was nothing…”
>Your surroundings seem to blur a bit as you try to speak.
>This girl better let go soon. You really don’t fancy the idea of dying from suffocation.
>You don’t know why the thought of you dying has terrified her so much. About twelve hours ago, she didn’t even know that you exist.
>The fact is though, she does. And that hypothetical situation doesn’t set well with her.
>With your hand starting to rub up and down her neck, you adjust yourself on the hard floor.
“I’m still here. There’s nothing to worry about. There’s nothing around here that would be cause for alarm…”
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>>27728706
>Breathing becomes a much easier task as the grip around you loosens.
>Fluttershy raises her head from your chest, her face close enough to feel her breath.
>Seconds tick on in silence as the two of you stare at each other.
>Finally, you are the one to break the silence.
“Feeling better?”
>Suddenly realizing the awkward position, she scuttles off of your torso.
>”Um, yes... I’m so sorry about-“
>You speak, cutting off her apology.
“It’s alright. You just surprised me is all; I’m just happy I didn’t hit my head.”
>A weak smile comes back to her face as you give her mane a quick tussle.
>Before another word is said however, a knock sounds out from your front door.
>Shit, are the window people here already?
>Looking at the clock on your phone, you see it plain as day.
>1:20 PM. Yup, that’s the time they agreed to come out.
“I gotta answer this, gimme a sec.”
>You get up and head for the front door in the other room.
>As you round the corner to the living room, you spot somebody already inspecting where your window was.
>Your hairs stand up on end when you feel the floor vibrate from something behind you.
>Looking over your shoulder, you notice the small pegasus trailing behind.
>Immediately your heart sinks into your stomach.
>Acting purely on instinct, you scoop Fluttershy into your arms and dive back to your bedroom.
>”A-anon..? What’s going on?”
>You sigh as you place her back down on her hooves.
“I…”
>You are left without words. You don’t know how to explain to her that she can’t be seen.
>Another knock.
“I’ll be able to explain here in a bit. I just need to answer this first. Is that okay?”
>She nods wordlessly, curiosity still plastered on her face.
>You smile at her.
“Thanks. I’ll be right back, then I’ll tell you what’s up. Promise.”
>”Okay then…”
>Returning to the front door, you open it up to reveal a slightly heavyset man in work clothing appropriate for the weather.
“Hey.”
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>>27728715
>”Hi, we got an order for a window and installation from Anonymous Uh… C-… M… How do you pronounce this?”
>You chuckle and reply.
“That’s alright, most people can’t pronounce my last name correctly. Anyways, yeah, that’s me.”
>The worker nods and holds out a clipboard.
>”Alright, just gonna need you to sign here and we can get started.”
>Taking the clipboard from him, you use the attached pen to scrawl your name onto the signature line.
>You hand it back and he looks over it.
>”Looks good. Alright guys, let’s get started!”
>And with that, the rest of his team gets to work.
>Now, that only leaves you with your task.
>Time to spill the beans.
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>>27728596
Quite possible. Who knows?
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>>27728715
>>Acting purely on instinct, you scoop Fluttershy into your arms and dive back to your bedroom.
tiny cute little light pegasus
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I'm glad she doesn't actually exist, we'd probably fuck her up...
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a cute pone
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>>27728723
>The walk back to your room is the slowest it has ever felt before.
>Usually when you’re headed there, you’re looking forward to either getting on the computer after a long day of work or really tired and just want to get to your bed.
>This time though, you just want to abandon ship and do anything but go there.
>How the hell are you going to explain this?
>You could be as vague as possible, but that would only lead to more trouble down the line.
>That pretty much leaves telling the whole truth, or most of it, right to her face.
>At least she’s not violent… right?
>Fuck, you really don’t want to know what getting kicked by a horse feels like.
>Just as you begin sorting out a contingency plan, you are greeted by the sight of your closed bedroom door.
>Taking a deep breath, you twist the knob and open it.
>Already the novelty of seeing the otherworldly creature in your bedroom is starting to wear off.
>Perhaps it’s because of the stress in your mind right now.
>Following your usual routine of getting down to eye level, you speak.
“I… may have messed up. Big.”
>The pink maned mare tilts her head, looking at you curiously.
>”That’s not good, how so..?”
>You take in another breath of air, a poor attempt to stall for a way to make this situation end well.
“You remember the computer, right?”
>Her gaze follows your hand when you point it towards your PC.
>She nods.
“Well, I remember telling you about a lot of the stuff it can do. One thing that you can do on there is communicate with others and discuss different topics on what we call a message board.”
>You pause again.
>This is something she deserves to hear, even if it causes a divide between your already nearly nonexistent relationship.
“Well, I have no proof of this as of yet, and there are other factors that go into it, but I participated in a discussion on one. I think it may be the reason you are here. Again, I have no proof that this is the case.”
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>>27731435
>Trying to remember the rules, you recite them, intentionally leaving out any mention of ponies or Equestria.
>You feel bad for keeping such important info from her, but you also don’t want to hurt her in any way.
>It is something you’d like to tell her eventually, though.
“It presented a hypothetical situation. You could either go to another world, or you could bring a being from the other world to you. The catch was that nobody in this world could see them, or they disappear. They weren’t clear on what they meant by it. I…”
>Saying this almost feels like you are confessing to some sort of crime. You sure as hell feel guilty enough for it to have been one.
>You really know you didn’t mean to do this, but it doesn’t help.
“I went set up a hypothetical situation for myself in which I couldn’t choose NOT to choose. With that in mind, I chose the second option. A few hours later, I found you.”
>How the hell were you supposed to know this would happen? It’s almost as if you have to tell a little paraplegic girl that her dreams of becoming a ballerina will never come true.
>…Nope, memes aren’t alleviating your tension.
“All in all, it may or may not be entirely my fault for bringing you here. If it is, I’d just like to say I’m sorry. What I’ve done is unforgivable, so I can understand any negative feelings you may hold. Just know that I harbor no ill will.”
>With your speech over, you look at the pony in front of you. It’s hard to gage her response from her face alone, so you just wait for her to speak.
>When you finally do get a change of facial expression, you aren’t sure whether or not to be surprised.
>Instead of the contemplating look she was wearing earlier, now she was giving you that same soft smile that you’ve seen so much before.
>”That’s alright, Anon, you couldn’t have known. I know that you’re a good person.”
>The comment surprises you greatly.
“How do you know that?”
>Her next statement comes out quickly and confidently.
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>>27731449
>”You’ve helped me so much even though you didn’t have to. With all that you’ve done, you’re very… nice.”
>As sickeningly sweet as that was, you can’t help but feel happy at that.
>She’s really fast to trust. You shudder to imagine what would happen if she started trusting the wrong person in this world.
“Thank you, Fluttershy. I really appreciate that.”
>The feeling diminishes slightly when you realize you haven’t told her the other reason you don’t want her seen.
>That reason being that humans may or may not have an adverse reaction to seeing her.
“I don’t want to kill the mood, but I feel as if I have to tell you one more thing.”
>Still smiling, she speaks.
>”Yes?”
“If it turns out you CAN be seen, I really don’t know if I’d recommend it or not.”
>Her eyes go curious again.
>”Why do you say that..?”
“Well… Some of us aren’t so nice. They could do unspeakable things if they find out about a species unheard of to this point. That brings me to another reason. If any scientists are government officials find out about you, you won’t be getting a moment of privacy for the rest of your days.”
>That didn’t set well with her.
>”I um… I don’t think I’d like that.”
“Yeah…”
>Silence falls between you both as the conversation concludes.
>You look around, hoping to find something that would at least reignite some conversation between you both.
>Right now, you can’t take Fluttershy out of this room without having to pass the one with all the workers.
>Guess you’re trapped here for now.
>Sure, you could just go back out and do something else, but that would mean leaving her all alone in your room with next to nothing to do.
>At this moment you really hope that ponies don’t have to pee too often.
>Just when you think that there isn’t anything interesting you remember that you have an entire computer at your disposal.
>Perfect.
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>>27731454
Well, at least she's informed now. Don't have to worry about her walking out to greet someone.
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>all this green
I feel drunk on it all.
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A few quick questions fording my story. Going forward, what would you like to see, and how long should it be? As I've said before, I had pacing issues the last time I wrote this, and there was tons of filler in between parts of the actual storyline. I know where I want to go with it; but I also have a few entertaining ideas in my head that I feel like including, but at the same time don't advance the story in the slightest.
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>>27731454
>…
>You haven’t noticed until now, but you’ve fallen asleep.
>Once your mind registers this fact, you try to remember what you did leading up to this.
>The faint sound of your computer speakers permeates your ears, and you begin to remember.
>You’d browsed the web for a bit with Fluttershy, trying to find something she would find entertaining.
>Eventually you found some kind of nature documentary; you’d intended to look back at the thread for any updates while she was distracted, but when your ass hit your bed you were overpowered.
>From the sounds of things, it’s still going on, so you must not have been out for too long.
>Blearily, you grab your phone from your pocket, never having taken it out after coming home.
>Still on your back, you hold the phone above your face, being too lazy to get up.
>Gotta find that thread…
>Despite being groggy from sleep, you find it in the catalog quite quickly.
>Nothing seems too different. Just the usual greentext stories, >rape posts, and people actually choosing an option.
>However, one post catches your eye on the way down. It appears to have been posted at eight A.M.
>”Well, OP certainly delivered today…”
>Perhaps it’s just wishful thinking, but this might just be something…
>How would you go about trying to contact somebody about this on here, anyway?
>You slump your head back down to your mattress, the sound of the documentary becoming white noise as you think.
>Looking back at your phone, you see a conversation at the end of the thread that still seems to be ongoing.
>They’re… comparing dick sizes…
>Well, not the strangest thing you’ve seen on this website.
>Somehow this ends up triggering an idea in your head.
>You reply to one of the posts.
>It essentially says that you opened up a group in a certain messaging/voice chat program for people to converse in so the thread can avoid taking up posts.
>Now all you have to do is actually make that group.
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>>27733377
>Shortly after you do, a knock comes at your door.
>Strange, you don’t remember telling them what room you’d be in.
>”Window’s done! Hope you have a good day in there!”
>You lean up on your elbows and reply.
“Alright, you too!”
>Shortly after, you hear the truck start in the driveway.
>As you do, you witness something that is almost akin to a frightened dog.
>Fluttershy leaps out of the computer chair, hooves slipping across the carpet as she tries to run for a hiding place.
>You know exactly where she’s going to go, too.
>To you, there’s no explanation for what you are about to do.
>It might just be a strange desire to break the repetition of this situation; or it could just be a sudden idea you’ve decided to act on.
>Just as she is about to run for her usual spot under the bed, you jump down in front of her.
>Not having any time to stop, she collides into you, almost knocking the wind out of you in the process.
>Fighting through it, you wrap your arms around the miniature equine.
>Surprisingly enough, she doesn’t seem to be fighting against it.
“You don’t have to be afraid.”
>Seriously, why is this horse so jumpy?
>Well, there IS the whole “stuck in another world with someone I don’t know if I can trust” thing going on.
>But still.
>You feel her shake in your grasp as you stroke the back of her neck.
>”But… T-that was the same sound… The same sound as earlier..!”
>The same sound..?
>Oooh… You know now.
“That was only a vehicle. Those make noises all the time; they don’t hurt anyone…”
>Well, they can, but you’ll leave it out for now.
>You lean back, observing her face.
>She’s still quite startled, but appears to be thinking about what you just said.
>”A… ve-hi-cle? What’s that?”
>You take a breath, getting ready to explain.
>Though an idea strikes your brain.
“You know what? Let me show you.”
>Taking your hands from her body, you stand up and walk to the door.
>You open the door and beckon Fluttershy to follow you.
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>>27733381
>In a few minutes, you are at your kitchen door, with your pony pal close behind.
>With a twist of the knob, you open the door leading into your garage.
>The temperature isn’t much different, considering you haven’t turned your heat back on yet.
>Fluttershy takes a tentative step out into the darker unfamiliar area.
>Flipping the switch a few inches away, a couple lights flicker on, dimly lighting the place up.
“This,”
>You point to your car that sits in the middle of the room.
“-Is what I was talking about. They go by quite a few names. Vehicles, cars, et cetera.”
>Stepping away from the door, you approach your car and lay a hand on the hood.
“We use these to travel faster and longer than just using our legs. They come in all shapes and sizes.”
>Pointing at the wheels, you continue.
“Like a wagon, the wheels spin on this to make it move. The difference here is that nothing needs to pull it.”
>Looking over at Fluttershy’s location, you see that she hasn’t moved a whole lot from when she came in.
“Come on over. It doesn’t bite, despite the headlights and grill forming the vague shape of a face.”
>You pat the hood a few times for emphasis.
>”O-okay… If you say so.”
>A hoof cautiously steps forward, making its way in the direction of the car.
>Two more slow steps, then eventually something that could be compared to a normal walking speed.
>Soon enough, she’s at the front wheel of the car.
“See? Perfectly safe.”
>Unless it’s careening towards you at sixty miles an hour, but that can be said for most heavy moving objects.


Huh, I managed to get three updates out today. I think it's because this one didn't seem to need much editing.
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>>27733384
you have a pastebin?
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>>27733384
too cute
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>>27735544
I do, in fact. I've just spent the last 15 minutes tidying it up and updating the paste with the story I'm writing.

http://pastebin.com/u/Nehem
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>>27735644
Thank you friend, I try my hardest.
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>Removing your hand from the vehicle, you step back and look at the palm.
>A dirty residue remains.
>Eugh, maybe she’s got a good reason for not really wanting to come near this thing.
>A mental note is made in your mind as you begin wandering, taking you over to a nearby window.
>The weather seems nice enough out, no more snowfall and the wind isn’t blowing too much.
>Outside isn’t exactly a place you go unless you have to lately. Not so much because you’re a basement dweller, but more because after work, you just get tired.
>Such is settling into a monotonous routine.
>Right now though, something compels you to see what’s happening beyond the walls of your house.
>Now that you think about it…
>Out front of your house may be dangerous for a certain pony to be seen, but you’ve never seen anybody in your back yard or the small woods behind it.
>Maybe Fluttershy won’t have to stay cooped up inside after all, so long as there are no hikers nearby.
>In the meantime however, now would be the perfect time to have an outside escapade.
>You turn around, about to speak, but are startled by the pegasus’s sudden close proximity to you.
“Gah!”
>”Eep!”
>This causes you to rear back into a shelf, knocking a bucket down.
>The target of said bucket ends up being your head.
>Addendum to section five, paragraph two of the Alien Equine Handbook: While they seem harmless enough, ponies are great at causing injuries indirectly. Scientists have yet to determine whether or not this is a form of aggression, or just a major coincidence.
>Alright, so maybe this is the first and possibly only time this will happen, but you’ll keep note of this for future reference.
>As you rub your head, Fluttershy stutters out an apology.
>”Oh no! I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you! Are y-you okay..?”
>The pain subsides, and you reply.
“It’s alright, just didn’t expect you to be so close behind me is all.”
>Guess she thought you were leading her to someplace else.
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>>27737528
>Slightly rolling your eyes, you smirk.
“Anyway, I had an idea. You wanna go out for a bit?”
>She cocks her head in a questioning manner.
>”But I thought you said it would be dangerous to go out there.”
>You lean over and grab the fallen bucket, intending to return it to its former location.
“Usually, yeah, but this is just my back yard and possibly a bit further. There are usually no other humans around, so it shouldn’t be dangerous.”
>Her teal eyes seem to light up at the statement, though her voice remains just as quiet as it was before.
>”That sounds nice.”
>Having put the metal container back where it was, you clap your hands.
“Alright then, let me just ready and we can go.”
>You move to the door, ready to get a light sweater.

>Most of the time you aren’t one to be affected by the temperature, primarily due to being too lazy to grab your winter clothing in your youth.
>Yeah, your parents and teachers weren’t exactly fond of you going out in negative temperatures in a short sleeve shirt.
>Too bad you can’t ignore the low degrees that much now. At least you’re still more resistant than the average person.
>Having put on your single article of winter clothing, you return to the garage to meet up with Fluttershy.
>She turns around, regarding you with a gaze that conveys both familiarity and caution.
>So, pretty much the same kind of look you’ve been getting from her for the past couple of hours.
“Alright, let’s get started, shall we?”
>The mare nods, pink mane bobbing along with her head.
>”Mmhmm.”
>You open the door to the outside world, the cloud obstructed sunlight seeping in through the doorway.
>Once outside, you patiently wait for Fluttershy to emerge.
>A yellow hoof steps out from inside and touches the snow covered ground carefully.
>Pulling back at first, she eventually places it back onto the cold ground only to retreat again.
>Right when you’re going to ask her what’s up, she takes to the air and flies to you.
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>>27737532
“Something wrong?”
>She shakes her head.
>”It’s nothing, really. Although, the snow is cold to my hooves.”
>Oh, that makes sense. There were a few instances on the show of ponies wearing boots now that you think of it.
>Maybe you could give her some kid sized boots sometime. Or maybe you could just nail on some normal horseshoes?
>Nah, she probably wouldn’t like that.
“I understand, sorry about that. I’ll look into getting you some proper foot- er, hoofware if the weather keeps up like this.”
>Yet again she shakes her head.
>”Oh no, I couldn’t bother you with that. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
>Some people are just too passive for their own good.
>Fluttershy is the type of sapient individual that would deny someone’s offer to help her out of a deadly trap just because she wouldn’t want to bother them.
“Don’t worry about it, it’s no big deal. Anyways, we’re wasting daylight. Welcome to my backyard!”
>You gesture your arms towards the plot of land. Sure, there really isn’t much to look at despite the size, but you like it.
“…It looks better in the spring, believe me.”
>”I think it looks nice. Snow can make a pretty scene, too.”
>So, the world being drained of color looks pretty, huh? Kind of an unusual thought process.
>Ah well, to each their own.
“Heh, well thanks.”
>You look around, knowing that there really isn’t much to do out here.
>Further down is the path to the woods, which at this time of day while most people are working, should be empty.
“The woods are down this way further. C’mon, let’s go.”
>She complies without a word, hovering at your side on the way.
“I don’t come out here all that much, but it’s nice if I just need to relax and clear my mind.”
>”I did the same thing occasionally back home. I um… actually live on the edge of a forest.”
>That’s a coincidence you never thought of. Both of you live out in more remote areas near wooded areas.
“That’s interesting. How big is it?”
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>>27737539
>The woods out here are a decent size, but not near the size of a forest, despite you accidentally referring to them as such quite often.
>”Well… they’re quite big. They’re dangerous, too. I don’t like to go in too deep.”
“So, you’ve got bears or wolves in there?”
>Fluttershy puts a hoof to her chin before responding.
>”Well, occasionally, but most of them are really quite friendly, I take care of them quite often actually. The real dangers are the timberwolves, manticores, cockitrices and the like.”
>That’s definitely a forest you wouldn’t want to go into without a hunting rifle and a few boxes of ammo.
>Not just for self-defense, but for the bragging rights as well.
>Seriously, how cool would it be to mount a scorpion lion’s head on your wall?
>Better not tell your nature loving companion about those desires, though.
“Funny, all of those are just myth and legend here.”
>Her eyes expand in surprise.
>”R-really?”
>You nod.
”Yeah, not even a trace of any of them.”
>She looks back ahead.
>”Wow…”
>You both continue down the path in relative silence, enjoying the peacefulness of nature.
>Time seems to fly by with the only sounds being that of Fluttershy’s wings beating, and the crunch of the snow under your feet.
>It seems like only a little while, but when you check the time, it turns out that an hour and fifteen minutes have passed.
“Better start heading back, it’ll be dark by the time we get there and I forgot to bring a flashlight.”
>”That might be for the best...”
>Turning around, you start on the path back home.
>Within a few minutes, you hear a strange noise in the ever dimming light of the woods.
>It sounds like its close by.
>In fact, it sounds like its right next to you!
>You look towards the sound, and you don’t see what you expected.
>Fluttershy is rubbing her front legs together, chattering her teeth.
>You exhale, noticing now that you can see your own breath.
>The temperature has fallen significantly since you first came out.
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>>27737548
>Another thing you didn’t really think of.
>Despite having fur, these creatures still seem to need clothing for the cold occasionally.
“Oh crap… Here, take this.”
>You strip off your sweater and hand it to the shivering pony.
“I think you need this more than me.”
>You want to wrap it around her before she can protest, but her wings are preventing that since she’s in the air.
>”N-n-no, I’m fine...”
“You can’t even speak right now. Just take this, I’d rather not argue with you about it.”
>It makes you feel a bit bad for having to be curt with her, but she’s an adult, she probably won’t take it too hardly.
>With a sigh, she lands on the ground, but immediately flies back up.
>”I… I don’t want to be a b-bother, but… How c-can I wear that and still fly…? The snow is s-still too cold.”
>Shit, that’s right.
>What to do in a situation like this…
>Maybe you could wrap her in the sweater and carry it over your shoulder like a trash bag?
>No, the material is too light and would probably rip…
>Another more sensible idea sneaks into your head.
“Okay, I have a plan. Try landing long enough to put this on, then hop onto my shoulders. I’ll ferry you across the snow and back to the house.”
>”A-are you sure..?”
>You give a thumbs up, despite the species gap.
“It’s no big deal. A little exercise never hurt anyone.”
>After searching your eyes for a bit, the pegasus lands in the snow, wincing from the cold.
>Once again you hand her the sweater, and she puts it on to the best of her ability.
>You roll up the sleeves for her, then turn around and kneel.
“Alright, hop on up and we’ll be on our way.”
>After a bit of hesitation, you feel a weight on your back.
>A pair of hooves grip onto your shoulders, then another pair press into your spine.
>They seem to struggle as they slide back down, unable to gain a foothold.
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>>27737559
>You assist by giving her your hands to steady herself on, eventually placing them under her back legs to put her in a sort of sitting position with her head sticking above your own from behind.
>Brushing some of her long mane out of your face, you speak.
“Everything feel alright?”
>She nods, bringing the strand of hair back to where it was before.
>Moving it once more, you stand.
“Then let’s get a move on!”


Whew, this was a bigger update than expected. I'm getting pretty close to where I left off, so updates may be slower here soon if I don't begin prewriting a bit.
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>>27738570
Topunf.
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>>27737577
>”I can’t believe it… Your species has accomplished so much with no magic..?”
>You look up into the sky, briefly contemplating the stars, planets, and everything beyond their vast expanse.
“Funny the way it is, isn’t it?”
>”You said the earth is spinning right now?”
“Yeah, we’re standing on a rock that’s spinning around at about a thousand miles an hour right now.”
>For the next few minutes, you tell Fluttershy of the workings of gravity to the best of your ability.
>Soon enough, you are both back where you started this little journey.
>Scraping some snow away with your foot, you kneel down to let your passenger off.
“Alright, we’ve reached our destination. All hooves should remain inside the vehicle until we’ve come to a complete stop and all that other stuff.”
>You feel the pony carefully ease herself off of your back and onto the ground.
“I hope you enjoyed it out here tonight. Thought I should help you get at least a little fresh air.”
>Not one to pause to talk in the cold, you open the door and await her to enter.
>”Mmhm, I did. It was really nice.”
>The two of you head back inside to wind down for the night.
>…
>You are in your kitchen, waiting for your microwave to finish heating up some hot chocolate.
>Not for you, but for a certain yellow pony who is still cold.
>Probably because you still had not turned your damn heat back on.
>It’s finally back up and running now.
>A situation like this made you decide that the cliché activity of drinking warm beverages after doing stuff in the snow would be a good idea.
>You stop the microwave at one second left and test the drink.
>Seems hot enough.
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>>27740452
>To top it off, you add a generous amount of whipped cream on top before going back to your living room where Fluttershy is
>You see her on your couch, playing with a handheld game system you had lying around and decided she might like to try.
“Drink’s ready!”
>She looks up and smiles.
>”Thank you…”
>A hoof extends to you, and you place the cup in it as another grips it from a different angle.
>”You aren’t having any?”
>You shake your head.
“I’m not feeling it right now, maybe another time.”
>Truth be told, that was the last of the ingredients. You may have joined in otherwise.
>A vibration goes off in your pocket.
>Withdrawing your phone, you check the now lit up screen to see what happened.
>Your heart skips a beat when you see that it’s a notification from the group you set up.


Shorter update tonight, but I'm half dead. Will probably start writing actual new stuff when I wake up. Got about four to six more posts worth of story before I'm all out.
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םוטפםB
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>>27670652
>tıraş
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>>27742198
>bumping the thread
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>>27742249
>not bumping it
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A bit of a delay on updates today, have been distracted by vidya. I'll try to post some more in the next few hours.
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>>27745344
its ok.
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>>27746202
i want this girl in my life
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>>27740463
“I’ll be right back.”
>You practically dive back into your bedroom, rushing for your computer.
>Sure, you have a phone, but the app for this chat program sucks balls.
>Bringing up the required client, you find the newly sent message.
>It doesn’t seem to be anything too interesting other than a simple greeting from the anonymous newcomer.
>You type in one in response.
>Shortly thereafter, you get a response as well.
>This time, the person on the other end asks you to join in the voice channel of the group.
>Now that’s something you can get behind. You’ve never been big on reading text based messages anyway.
>Clicking on the button to join in the channel, you plug in and put on the headset you keep hooked to your PC for just this sort of occasion.
“Hello?”
>A distinctly male voice comes out of the headset.
>”Hey there.”
“Yo. So, what’s up with you tonight, bro?”
>The typical white noise of a mid-quality microphone is your only response until the person on the other end sighs.
>”More than you could believe. You ever suddenly find a purple alicorn stuffed in a crate in your house before?”
>Did… did he..?
>You really hope this guy isn’t just referencing the thread’s premise, you really fucking do.
>But should you tell him? If the thread’s rules are true, then…
>If you tell this guy about Fluttershy, god knows what will happen.
>God damn it. What the fuck do you say to get your point across without outright saying it?
>You think for a good few seconds before speaking.
“Well no, but I’ve had something similar happen. It had had wings, no horn though. It was also an interesting shade of pale yellow.”
>Hopefully that’s enough of a hint.
>”You’d better not be pulling my leg, dude. I’ve already tried telling two of my closest friends about this shit, and they laughed it off like it was some kind of fucking joke.”
>This… actually seems to be going somewhere.
>Something doesn’t quite sound right about this, though.
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>>27746279
”You’re telling me that you told two people about this? If the rules of the thread are true, then-“
>He cuts you off.
>”Yeah, I thought the same thing. I tried to risk it anyway. Think about it though, how can the rules tell when somebody knows about one of the ponies existence? It’s not like someone tapped my phones and put a virus on my computer. Believe me, I even checked.”
>He has a small point, but he still took a huge risk telling people.
“You’re kind of right, but I still gotta say, when a magical unicorn pegasus hybrid appears in your house out of nowhere, logic’s pretty fucking dead at that point.”
>The person on the other end snorts.
>”Guess you’re right. Anyways from your earlier statement, I’m guessing you’ve got a pony, too?”
>Even though he claims that telling people about what has happened hasn’t made his visitor disappear, you’re still unsure whether or not you can trust him.
>You can’t think of an evasive response for this, either.
>It would be easy to just close this thing and not look back, but it’s your best lead right now.
>”C’mon, don’t worry about it. Here, I’ll even tell you directly so there’s no doubt. Twilight Sparkle is in my house, two rooms away from me. There. I could go back right now and still find her there reading.”
>There’s still no proof, but the time to make a choice is now.
>On the one hand, you could get some form of help with this whole situation.
>On the other though, if no one knows about it, you’ll probably never get anywhere…
“I… can confirm your assumption. She’s in the other room right now.”
>Nervousness hits you as soon as those words leave your mouth.
>That was reckless as hell. You did not think that through enough.
>You should check your living room.
>”There we go. Guess we already have a few things in common, eh? Well, Maybe just one. Might as well drop the act and stop with the whole “Pretending ponies are in my house” thing.”
>Shit.
>Oh fucking shit.
>This son of a bitch was just fooling around?
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>>27746279
>You just told a total fucking stranger about Fluttershy.
>If the rules really are true…
“Yeah, hah… We’ll just drop that. Hold on, I’ve gotta take care of something.”
>You don’t give him a chance to respond.
>In one swift motion, you mute your microphone and throw it to the desk.
>Scrambling out of your chair, you run for the living room, hoping to god nothing has happened.
>When you reach the threshold to the room, you trip over a loose bit of carpet, and end up careening towards the floor.
>Your anger begins rising in addition to the uneasiness in your gut.
>All of that melts away at once as a voice calls out to you.
>”Oh dear..! Anon, are you okay?”
>You raise your head up, getting to your knees in the process.
>Fluttershy is still on your couch, covered up in the same blanket you draped her in earlier.
>A small glob of whipped cream is resting on the tip of her muzzle, providing a humorous scene in contrast to her concerned eyes.
>Relief washes over you at the sight.
>She’s not gone.
>You scoot closer to the pony.
“I’m fine, thanks. I just keep forgetting about the loose parts of carpet.”
>You lean over and grab a napkin from the nearby coffee table.
“Here, you’ve got a little something on your nose.”
>Gently, you rub off the whipped cream from her muzzle, making her giggle.
>Thanks…”
>Noticing that the cup she was drinking from is now empty, you speak.
“I was just coming in to see how you were getting along. Want me to take your cup back?”
>”Um, sure, if you don’t mind it…”
>So, she’s still here. That’s a major relief. Does this mean the thread’s rules don’t apply?
>Now you’re left with more questions than answers.
>Is this all just one big coincidence?
>You really aren’t sure. Between the long walk a short while ago and panicking like that just now, your mind is just too tired to dwell on it.
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>>27746291
>Never thought you’d get worked up so hard over a character from a children’s TV show, huh?
>After the short trip back to the kitchen, you return to your PC.
>You put the headphones back on and unmute your mic.
“Alright, I’m back.”
>The other user speaks with a lighthearted tone.
>”Welcome back. You doing okay? You sounded pretty shaken up there earlier.”
>Well, when you’ve found out that all that you’ve worked for the past few hours might fizzle away before your very eyes, it’s hard not to be.
“Eh, just had to deal with something real fast, had a short time window to do so.”
>You hear a small snicker from his end.
>”You sure you didn’t just fall for a ruse?”
>What’s he talking about?
“What are you getting at here?”
>”Well, I know just how tense you were to spill the beans to me about the pony in your house. I couldn’t help but rile you up a bit.”
>Is he really saying?
>You really fell for..?
>The knowledge that you fell for something so obvious and poorly thought out sinks in.
>The words that come out of your mouth next are seem like they are not your own; it’s almost as if a spirit made of pure anger has possessed you.
“You goddamn cock sucking son of a two bit prostitute!”
>At that point, the man bursts out into booming laughter.
>”And they say my jokes are bad! After what you just said, I guess you could call me a…”
>This bastard better not.
>”WHORE…”
>He’d better shut the fuck up right now.
>”…IBLE PERSON!”
>You let out the loudest groan you’ve ever heard yourself make.
>This is the guy you have to work with.
>At least this has taught you a valuable lesson. You’re going to have to be much more careful going forward.
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>>27746302
thanks for the update
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>>27746302
i like this nigga
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>>27746503
And thank you for reading!

>>27746521
Thanks dude, I hope I can make the others likeable as well, these usually tend to be the less interesting parts of the story.
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>>27746302
>For the next half hour or so, you and the newcomer chat it up, eventually straying off the topic that made you two meet in the first place.
>First impressions aside, he’s not too bad. You can relate to him in a few ways.
>”Yeah, I’m pretty excited for that to come out.”
“Can’t say I’ve ever played it before, but I might try getting into the series before it comes out.”
>The topic had eventually shifted to that of video games.
>”You really should, though I’d recommend-“
>He is suddenly cut off by what sounds like a firecracker, and a loud, annoyed groan.
>”Shit, if she keeps this up, the neighbors are gonna be phoning in bomb reports before too long.”
“What’s going on?”
>Though you can guess the source of the sound from his previous statement, you have no clue just what the ticking purple time bomb is doing.
>”She’s trying to make a portal back to Equestria. Though so far, all four, well, five now, of her attempts have failed. Every time she fails, she gets more and more agitated over it. The last time I saw her, her mane was already worse than it was in Lesson Zero.”
>You hadn’t thought about that. A pony with magical strength that large just might be able to do it, though it’s hard to know with how vague the show is about magic sometimes.
“That actually reminds me of something. Now, I’m not sure if you’d be for this, but I have a plan.”
>He replies curiously.
>”Go on.”
“Well, I’m trying to get Fluttershy back home. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I was hoping maybe you could help with it.”
>The other guy stops to consider for a moment.
>”I don’t see why not. Not quite sure what to do either, but I’ve got a very smart pony to help!”
>Speaking of…
“Are you going to try to help Twilight get home, too? I’m sure that if any of her friends are missing, she wouldn’t rest until they were back home.”
>This time, he speaks almost instantly.
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>>27747963
>”Sure thing. Why do you think I’m letting her try to make a portal back? Here’s an interesting fact, actually. I chose option one.”
>Wait, what?
>But that option takes you into Equestria, not bring a pony to Earth…
>Could this mean that the options have no bearings on what happens when you post?
“You did? Who knows, maybe this thread is just a huge coincidence…”
>Wait, you might know a question that would answer that!
“Were you the one that commented on how OP actually delivered on the thread?”
>”Nope. Thought that might have been you. Sounds too fishy to be a coincidence.”
>He’s right. There’s potentially a third person on the thread with a pony.
>Something from a few minutes back creeps back into your head.
“You think it might be a good idea to check on Twilight? If she’s getting as stressed as you say she is, that’s not good for any living thing’s health.”
>A snicker can be heard from his end.
>”Well aren’t you just a bleeding heart? A bit of a change up from your all business personality earlier, I see.”
>Falling right into his trap, you reply hastily.
“C’mon now, I might want to get shit done, but I’m not a complete bastard!”
>He starts to laugh again.
>”Boy, you just can’t take a joke, can you? Lighten up! Anyways yeah, you’re right. I’m gonna see if there’s anything I can do for her. If I’m not back in a bit, I’ll try to get on tomorrow.”
>Before he leaves, you speak.
“Yeah, might be a good idea to hang out for a bit, too. If you are gonna be sharing the same house for a while, it’s best to know who you’re sharing it with.”
>”True.”
>One last question escapes your lips before he gets up to leave.
“Also, what should I call you? It gets strange just referring to you as ‘that guy’ in my head.”
>He stops to think, before speaking.
>”I hadn’t really thought of that, actually. Tell you what, I’ll think of something and tell you when I come back. You can do the same.”
“Sounds good to me.”
>”Alright, well I’ll see you later then.”
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>>27747968
>Acknowledging his departure, you exit the voice chat and minimize the window.
>You stomach growls, breaking the silence of the room.
>Looking at the clock, you see it is way past the time in which you’d normally eat dinner.
“Hm, wonder if Fluttershy’s hungry yet…”
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>>27750117
tittyshy
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>>27725836
>flutter brutter
but the episode is aired long ago.
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>>27747977
>You go to the kitchen, thinking of what to make to eat tonight.
>This seems to always be the most difficult question for you to answer every day.
>Tonight may be easier seeing as you’ll probably just end up making the same thing for both of you, and there isn’t a lot to choose from that’s vegetarian.
>You’ve just been to the store, too so you can at least work with some fresh ingredients.
>Might as well make something fairly simple.
>In about fifteen minutes, you have two bowls of salad ready to be eaten.
>This might be the healthiest thing you’ve eaten this year, and you’re only eating this because you’re too lazy to make two different meals.
>There’s one way to disprove those health nuts.
>With the table completely set, you stick your head into the room where you spot Fluttershy still playing with the gaming device you gave her.
“I got some food ready if you’re hungry. It’s on the table for when you’re ready.”
>You see her drop a stylus from her mouth, only now remembering the thing has some touch functionality to it.
>”Okay Anon, I’ll be right there!”
>With your announcement done, you go back to your seat.
>Now that you think about it, just how does she manipulate a stylus with her mouth? Or any writing utensil for that matter?
>You ponder this while idly chewing on a piece of lettuce. Curiosity eventually gets the better of you though, and you grab a pencil and notepad from across the table.
>Sticking it in your mouth eraser side first, you attempt to write something on the paper.
>The most you get is some faint scribbles that hardly resemble letters.
>As you contemplate breaking the pencil to make it smaller and easier to use with your mouth, you are taken from your thoughts by Fluttershy’s voice.
>”Anon..? What are you..?”
>You spit the pencil out, letting it fall unceremoniously to the table.
>Before talking, you spit a few times, trying to rid your mouth of eraser shavings.
“Oh, heya Fluttershy, what are you doing here?”
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>>27754421
>She looks at you, confused to your question.
>”You told me you made food. N-no offense intended…”
>Scraping at the floor with a hoof, she tries to focus on a random object in the room.
“I did, yeah, no big deal, I just zoned out is all. Sorry about that. I just made some salad for us both, I hope that’s alright with you. If you’d like something else though, I can get it.”
>With a small shake of her head and a smile, she hops into the seat you set her bowl in front of.
>”No, this is more than enough, thank you. It looks very tasty.”
>In situations like this, you really can’t tell if she’s telling the truth or trying not to make you feel bad.
>For the next few minutes, the two of you eat and talk.
>Somehow though, you don’t think to inform her of your recent discovery until you are both done eating.
>Well, should you tell her? Right now, she might think she’s the only one in this situation. You really don’t want to add another load on her mind.
>You definitely shouldn’t hide it from her though, that’s for sure.
>Taking a deep breath, you start.
“I’ve found out some more about what’s going on here. It’s not exactly good news, but it isn’t too bad, either, depending on how you look at it.”
>You get a concerned look from the small equine.
>”What is it..?”
>You tell her outright.
“One of your friends is here, too. And they were brought here the same way, to a person from the same discussion I told you about.”
>Her pupils noticeably enlarge.
>”Who… Who is it?”
>Sighing, you respond.
“Twilight. She’s with another human. I talked to him for about twenty minutes or so. He seems like a nice guy from what I can tell. Plus, I don’t think he’d mess with her after what she did to him. She shouldn’t be in danger.”
>You chuckle, imagining the scene he described.
>”Oh goodness, what did he do..?”
“Nothing, really. They just had a misunderstanding and she ASSerted her dominance.”
>Oh for the love of…
>New goal added: Find a cure for the Mexican pun virus.
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>>27754434
And that's the last of the stuff I already had written. Luckily I have another part ready for tonight's update. Hopefully this will keep me from disappearing.
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>>27754434
keep the good work
and the thread alive.
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>>27754993
I'll do my best!
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>>27754993
I gotcha on the thread family.
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>>27754434
>The mare looks at you inquisitively, but you shrug it off, not wanting to go into more detail.
>Dinner is finished at about the same time for both of you.
>You take your dish to the sink and rinse it out, leaving it on the counter to be washed more thoroughly later.
>Fluttershy does the same after observing you.
>When she’s done, you notice something overtake her, as if she suddenly had a severe itch crop up.
>She crosses her back legs for a bit before relaxing them a bit.
>”Um… Anon? Where’s the bathroom..?”
>You almost completely forgot about her possibly having biological functions like that.
“Here, follow me, it’s right over here.”
>Shortly after, you’ve given her a full tour of your small bathroom.
>After showing her the shower and seeing herself in the mirror above the sink, she’s decided to clean herself up after relieving herself.
>She closes the door, and you hear the toilet seat lift up; that’s your signal to leave her to her business.
>With nothing else to do, you go back to your computer, deciding to take a break and goof off for a bit.
>You hear the sound of the shower starting after the toilet is flushed.
>About fifteen minutes pass before you hear the bathroom door open once more.
>The floor creaks as the occupant of the bathroom steps out.
>The sound gets closer to your position, causing you a bit of unease.
>It’s been so long since you’ve had another living being in your house that hearing movement is unusual.
>It’s even worse when the movement is approaching you slowly from behind.
>You turn around, catching sight of Fluttershy, who is now sporting a bit of a messy mane and coat.
>”I um… I hate to be a bother but, do you have a hairbrush? I could only find a comb in the bathroom…”
>A brush? It’s been a while since you’ve seen one of those… Though, you know that there’s one around here somewhere.
“Sure thing, give me a bit and I’ll see what I can find.”
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>>27756795
>You start by searching the dresser in the corner of your room. That’s usually where you put stuff like this.
>Old photos, a few CD’s and cassette tapes, and a flashlight are all you find at first.
>Digging deeper has you discovering a lacy, black pair of female underwear.
>You’re pretty certain that Jessica isn’t going to be coming back for these any time soon.
>”What a soft looking cloth…”
>Panic overtakes you as you quickly toss them over into a trash can at the side of your bed.
“Yeah, it was old and dirty though. Best to get rid of it.”
>Eventually you find a brush in the drawer, not too far under the undergarments.
>That must have belonged to your mother or grandmother at some point. You’ve never used one before.
“Okay, I found it! Here you go, hope it works well for what you need it for.”
>Fluttershy takes it from your hand with a hoof, which intrigues you.
>That’s definitely a subject you’ll have to ask her about sometime.
>”Thank you. Is there any place you’d like me to put it when I’m done?”
>You shake your head.
“That’s alright, you can just put it wherever will be the easiest place for you to find it next time.”
>She trots off and you are yet again left alone in your room.
>Getting bored of your surroundings, you go back to the living room in search of something to do.
>Usually you’d be content to just browse the web or do other indoor activities at night like this, but you’ve become restless since the events that have transpired in the last fifteen hours or so.
>You start looking through a few cabinets to see if there’s anything you forgot about in them.
>Anything to kill the time, you know?
>The first one you open up contains a collection of DVD’s you haven’t watched in a long time.
>You take a few out, looking them over.
>Hey, that’s an idea…
>In a matter of minutes, you see the yellow pegasus emerge from the bathroom, looking a lot cleaner and dryer than she did earlier.
>You wave to her, and she canters over.
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>>27754434
>“Nothing, really. They just had a misunderstanding and she ASSerted her dominance.”
i dont get it

did she sit on him
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>>27756810
>Her attention is soon taken from you over to what you are currently holding in your hands.
>No matter how hard she searches, she doesn’t know what purpose the rectangles you hold in your hands serve.
>However, she never asks, so you have to take the lead.
“If you don’t know what something is, feel free to ask. I don’t mind in the slightest; I want to help you while you’re here.”
>”I-I’m sorry, I just thought I was asking too many questions…”
>Patting her head, you speak.
“You can’t ask too many around me. Anyways, these are DVD’s. They’re what we use to store movies so we can play them on our own screens.”
>Opening the case reveals the round disc inside.
“Well, that’s just the case. This little flat donut thing is the actual movie.”
>You remove the disc and turn it over, showing off the shiny side.
>The pony looks on in wonder as you explain how it all works.
“So, you wanna watch one?”
>”Sure, if it isn’t too much trouble for you…”
>You stand up and place it in the DVD player, turning on the TV after.
>The menu for the movie comes up on the screen.
“None at all. We’re ready to roll.”
>For the next two hours, you both sit on the couch and watch the movie that you selected.
>You made sure to select something that not only she would find interesting, but would also be family friendly.
>Most of your vocal strength went towards describing many of the things that she had never seen before.
>Fluttershy seems to have taken what you said to mind and is actually asking you questions when she has them.
>Overall, it’s been a fun time for the both of you.
>The credits roll and you press the stop button on the DVD player remote.
“Well, that was nice. I hope you had as good a time as I did.”
>”I did, your world has so many interesting things in it! Although, I’m not too sure if I like how much of it is covered in cement…”
>You can’t say you disagree, despite not really being a nature lover like her.
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>>27756815
>Looking at the clock shows that the night is fairly young by your standards, but can’t say the same for Fluttershy when you look back and see her yawn.
>You won’t be able to stay up too late tonight, though.
>Work resumes tomorrow, and you haven’t set up bedding arrangements for your guest yet.
>You’re going to have to sleep on the couch.
>That also means no late night computer antics.
>Oh well.
“Sounds like it’s time for bed.”
>She nods, a sleepy look on her face.
“You can just sleep where you did last night until I bring the other bed out of the basement.”
>In return you get a shocked look.
>”B-but that’s your bed..! I couldn’t…”
“No, no. It’s okay, I’ll just sleep on the couch for tonight.”
>The mare shakes her head in defiance.
>”I-I can sleep on the couch….”
>You shake your head back.
“It’s my fault you’re here. I thank you for your consideration, though.”
>She stares at you with her big teal eyes for a moment before finally sighing in defeat and nodding.
>You pat her on the back and smile, attempting to assure her that everything is okay.
>”Okay, well… Goodnight Anon. And thank you.”
>A smile is thrown your way, one which you return.
“Goodnight Fluttershy. Sleep well.”
>She returns to your bedroom, and after a few minutes, the light goes out.
>You stretch and yawn, realizing that you are actually sleepier than you thought.
>After turning off the only light in the room, you pull a blanket out from under your couch.
>Soon enough drift off, the only sound you hear being that of Fluttershy shifting around in bed.
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>>27756819
I can already tell where this is going.
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>>27756819
And here we are, the first actual piece that I've written since posting these. Hope you guys like it!

>>27756814
I'll be honest, I didn't do so well editing this one. I was trying to reference the fact that she shot him in the rear with magic. Originally the line ">You chuckle, imagining the scene he described." was ">You chuckle, imagining a man getting shot in the ass by a purple alicorn."
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>>27756835
Where's that?
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>>27756845
Waking up to an adorable buttery little pegasus cuddling him.
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Bump for more flutter
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What's happens when she finally finds ou the secret?
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>>27762650
She'll probably lock herself away to avoid unintentionally using her newfound power.
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I need smug fluttershy pictures
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>>27648438
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o-NA8Sw795o
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>>27648438
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n2UoRhJO6S8
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>>27648438
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ikq5ZmsBd6s
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>>27756819
>As usual, morning arrives much faster than you want it to.
>Sure, vacations are nice and all, but it sucks on the first day back.
>Oh well, at least it pays well. You could buy a fucking mansion with how much you’ve saved up.
>That’s probably just because of how little you spend, though.
>You roll off the couch, unceremoniously falling to the floor on your face.
>It’s about an hour and a half before you have to leave.
>The first thing you do after staggering to your feet is go fix some food.
>You get to work making your breakfast, which is just a simple piece of toast.
>Once you’ve shoved it down your throat, you head to your room to get your work clothes.
>You tread carefully, trying hard not to wake the pony in your bed.
>The clothes go on quietly, and when your vision is no longer obstructed by your shirt you turn to see if you’ve woken her.
>Just like the night before, she lies completely uncovered, forelegs snug to her chest.
>You grab the top of the blanket and swiftly bring it up under her chin.
>Subconsciously she grabs the cover, which in turn is also where your hands still are.
>Try as you might though, you can’t take your hand out of her unintentional grip.
>Holy hell, you didn’t think she could hold on like this, especially while sleeping!
>It only gets worse as she tucks your hand in closer, treating it as if it is a teddy bear.
>Despite how soft and warm she is, you’re fairly certain your arm is going to fall asleep given time.
>Well, at least you have an hour until you need to leave…
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>>27763391
>…
>Fifteen minutes.
>It took fifteen minutes until you could find an opening to free yourself.
>After that interesting little event, you killed time until it was time to leave.
>It occurs to you though that you never told her you have to work today.
>Before you depart, you scrawl a note telling her where you’ve gone and to feel free to use any food in the kitchen to make what she wants for breakfast.
>…
>The day went by slow, with little to nothing happening.
>It’s one of the few days you just decided to leave early when given the chance.
>You pull into your garage, hoping that you aren’t going to have to coax a butter colored horse from under your bed again.
>When you walk into your house, the first thing you hear is a small, high pitched sneeze.
“I’m home! Also, bless you by the way.”
>”O-oh, wel… welco-com- AH…”
>Oh crap, that sounds like it’s going to be big.
>”…choo!”
>Never mind that.
>”W… Welcome back. Thank you.”
“No problem. So, how was your… mor…ning…?”
>When you see her finally, you already have an answer.
>Her normally smooth and straight mane is messy and disheveled, her nose is noticeably red, and she’s shivering as if it’s in the single digits.
>All of the signs of being sick.
“Oo… How did this happen..?”
>The sick pony speaks with a noticeably stuffiness in her voice.
>”I wasn’t… *sniff* …sure myself until I… I..”
>She releases another tiny sneeze then continues.
>”I remembered what we did last night…”
>You try to think back, and realize what she means a few seconds later.
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>>27763407
“Going outside without proper clothing?”
>She nods, sniffing and shaking.
>Realizing you tucked the blankets you left in here under the couch, you quickly pull one out.
>You flick it and it comes unfolded, ready to be used.
>Before she realizes it, you’ve draped it over her body and are tucking it beneath her.
>She looks at you with appreciation in her eyes.
“Can I get you anything? Tissues? Drinks?”
>As the mare is about to respond, another sneeze interrupts her.
>She sniffs a few times and you speak again.
“Tissues it is then.”
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>>27763417
Apologies for a short update after a long wait. I'll just go find a nice secluded place to take my own life now.
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>>27763433
It's all well and good, do what you must.
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Everything is horrible.
The whole world is doomed.
We're all going to die.
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>>27763417
daww
sick fluttershy is even cuter
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>>27766969

after reading this thread i now feel suicidal. :-(
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>>27768654
hhhnggg

do you have this in a bigger size
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>>27770607
yessss
i thank you friend
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>>27766969
Eat Arby's
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>>27763417
>Shortly after Fluttershy’s last sneeze, you return with a box of tissues in your hand.
>Even though she’s tucked in with a blanket, she still appears to be shivering heavily.
>Funny, you didn’t think that a cold usually gave fevers.
>Maybe it’s the flu? Can you even get that from being in the cold too long?
>Who knows.
>Without really thinking, you sit next to her and put your hand to her forehead.
>Warmth instantly soaks into your palm, confirming your earlier thought.
>And just like this morning, the sick pegasus begins pushing into your hand, seemingly enjoying the gentle touch.
>Her eyes close in contentment, and she murmurs something you can’t quite understand.
>Seeing her like this sends small pangs of guilt into your mind.
>You may have taken her from her home. You took her outside and got her sick. It’s strange. You try to help, but you just make stuff worse, huh?
>Being bad at trying to help others is something you never thought possible, but it’s apparent with what you’ve done.
>While you stew in your own self-deprecation, you move your and so that your fingers are rubbing behind the shivering pony’s ear.
>Her head adjusts its pressure so that she is still snuggling into your palm.
>Time passes as you sit in silence and just pet Fluttershy’s head.
>Eventually you realize what you’re doing and quickly pull your hand away, afraid you may have just tried to pull off some odd stunt she wouldn’t approve of.
>You find it hard to tell if the redness spreading from her nose to her cheeks is a product of her fever or your hands.
>She opens her eyes, noticing the absence of your hand. To your surprise, she looks more disappointed than creeped out.
>The silence of the room is broken by her letting out another one of her sneeze-squeak hybrids.
‘Well,”
>You clear your throat.
“You definitely do seem to have a fever.”
>Silence follows. You really don’t know what to say or do about it. The most you really can do is help her keep comfortable and wait it out.
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>>27771758
>There’s still about an hour or two of daylight left, and you really don’t know how to keep your sick housemate entertained while continuing your investigation and not seeming too distant.
>The sound of her stomach rumbling gives you a good idea where to start.
>What’s something good to eat when you have flu like symptoms?
>An imaginary lightbulb turns on in your head.
“How’s about we get some food in us? Would you like some soup?”
>She nods with a small sniff and a gracious smile.
>”Would you like some help..? I know a good recipe for a nice soup, and we have the ingredients here…”
>You could get sick too if she gets too close to the ingredients…
>Eh, to hell with it. You’ve been close enough to her that you’re probably guaranteed to catch it anyway.
“If you’re up for it. I’d like to advise you to rest first, though.”
>”That’s okay, Anon. I’ve been resting since you left today.”
>You stand.
“Alright, but if you need to stop at any time, just tell me.”
>”Mmhmm!”
>She uncovers herself and follows you to the kitchen.
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>>27771763
Ah hell, I left the name on. Oh well. bigger update tomorrow hopefully.
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>>27771775
BIGGER UPDATE
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>>27771775
Thanks anon.
You're a big guy.
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>>27772616
More like a big GAY, eh? Heh, heh... I'll just uh... go over there now.

UUUU
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>>27771763
>In no time at all, you have a pretty damn good looking pot of soup boiling on the stove.
>Grabbing two bowls, you take them to the stove to be filled.
>Fluttershy handles that part with ease, taking a ladle in her mouth and pouring some into each bowl.
>You make a mental note to disinfect the handle later.
>Dinner is eaten quickly and in silence until you drink down the last of your portion.
“I gotta say, I’ve never been a fan of vegetable soup, but you really have a good recipe here!”
>The pony looks up at you, face reddening slightly.
>”Thank y-you...”
>She speaks with a lot less of a nasally tone this time. The soup must have helped a little.
>When she finishes her own bowl, you pick them both up and wash them out in the sink.
>With dinner eaten and the dishes washed, you return to the living room couch.
>The pegasus jumps back to her spot and you instinctively tuck the blanket around her.
“I’m going to go work on a few things in my room. If you need anything, anything at all, please call for me. I’ll be back to check on your periodically.”
>Getting an affirmative nod in return, you rise to your feet.
>So she’ll have some form of entertainment, you leave a few different things next to her.
>At least two of the objects are things she’s used before, such as the TV remote and handheld gaming device.
>Others are simpler, like magazines or other little things you’d mess with when bored.
>Hoping she can find some way to rest and pass the time, you return to your room and get back on the computer.
>Checking the communication program reveals something kind of exciting.
>Two users are in the voice channel.
>There’s something different though. Instead of being anonymous, the first guy has a name.
>The first name on the list is Twifag.
>Probably the guy from last night.
>The other one is still anonymous.
>You enter the call, putting your headphones on as you do.
>”Like hell I’m calling myself that!”
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>>27774416
>This is certainly something to walk into.
>A familiar voice sounds out.
>”I didn’t say you had to like her, I’m just saying this so we can tell each other apart!”
>”Like I’m going to take up a name made after the cunt who literally crashed my house and refuses to leave!”
“So uh… what’s going on here?”
>The familiar voice speaks again.
>”Oh hey, you’re back! I was just telling Dashfag over here about-“
>The new voice interrupts him.
>”I told you not to call me that!”
>Twifag, as he calls himself, picks up where he left off.
>”I was telling him about my idea for how we can identify each other.”
>”It’s pretty dumb if you ask me…”
>Can’t say you disagree with the new guy. Flutterfag isn’t a name that you find appealing to be identified by.
“Not a bad idea. I think I’ve got my name already, though.”
>They both ask you what it is.
“Well, you’re looking at it right now!”


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A bit of a continuation before I pass out. Hope you guys are still enjoying it!
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Wow, we've almost lasted to 500.
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we should keep the thread alive for this guy >>27774424?
is the only writer we have
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>>27777281
Should we make another thread after this? We're pretty close to 500.
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>>27778095
I'd usually say just make a new threab but we're almost at 500 anyway so why not bump it for one more day.
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>>27778726
Works for me.
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>>27778726
Seconded
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>>27778726
OP here. Sounds good to me.

I'll make another thread at 500.
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waiting for a green update
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Surprised this thread is still alive.
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>>27780500
Hopefully I'll have it out by the end of the hour. I've got two and a half posts worth of words.
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>>27774424
>The three of you had discussed your strange choice of name for a while.
>Your main reason is because you are lazy and don’t feel like picking one.
>Plus, it matches up with what people usually call you.
>Not that you’d tell these guys that.
“So new guy, what’s your story? From the sounds of things, you must be wrapped up in all of this, too.”
>He lets out an agitated sigh, having to explain his situation again.
>”I posted in that thread. I said both options were shit and told the OP to kill himself.”
>Even though this is a real surprise, you can’t help but snicker.
“Off to a great start so far.”
>”Yeah, whatever. I went to bed and was woken up by something rustling around in my kitchen. When I went to check it out, I found the goddamn gay pride horse raiding my fucking fridge.”
>You try to hold back your laughter.
>It takes all of your effort, but you keep it down.
>…Okay, you’re a huge fucking liar.
>You laugh almost as hard as you can, from the bottom of your gut.
“Goddamn, I never knew being a prick online could come back and bite you in the ass like that!”
>He snorts in annoyance.
>”Yeah, you and me both. The worst part is, I can’t even get her out of my house! She’s staying just to spite me, she even told me right to my damn face!”
>That is THE STRANGEST case of Stockholm syndrome you’ve ever heard of.
>”So yeah, that plan you have to get them home? I’m in.”
>You are taken by surprise.
>That was really easy, you didn’t even have to ask!
>Twifag speaks up for the first time in a while.
>“I’m surprised you didn’t just try to get her seen or something to get rid of her.”
>He’s got a valid point, actually.
>”I showed her the rules. She thinks that “disappearing never to be seen again” means that she wouldn’t go back to her world.”
“Oh, well shit. Looks like she was reading between the lines, too.”
>”I think I already know the answer to this, but have you tried just stepping back, taking a deep breath, and trying to get along for a bit?”
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>>27781343
>>”I posted in that thread. I said both options were shit and told the OP to kill himself.”
kek
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>>27781343
>The other mostly silent member of the room just spoke what you wanted to say, but didn’t feel like starting an argument over.
“TF’s got a good point, really. Everything will go over smoother if you try to cooperate with each other.”
>He lets out an irritated grunt.
>”You think I haven’t tried? With the way she acts, it’s hard to keep that up for long.”
“I can’t say it surprises me much. Based on her personality, things are going to be rough, but if you hold out for a while, I’m sure she’ll warm up.”
>TF speaks up.
>”Yeah man, things didn’t exactly go well at first for me and Twilight, but now we can relate to each other, have friendly conversations, and I can avoid getting shot in the ass with magic again!”
>This gets the first genuine laugh you’ve heard from the newcomer.
>”Heh. I guess we’ll see. So, what’s this about ass magic?”
>The banter continues for a good few hours.
>About every quarter of the hour or so, you go to check up to see how your sick houseguest is doing.
>You got mixed reactions to the news that Fluttershy was sick. TF thought it sounded really cute and wished he could see it. Anon #2 on the other hand asked if you planned on being a vet.
>Finally, each of them has to go do something, leaving you as the last man standing.
>Having nothing else to do, you retire to your living room.
>You have a movie in mind that could pass some time if Fluttershy feels like watching it.

Still writing. Expect something more in about thirty minutes to an hour.
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>>27781352
take your time, im sure we arent the only ones in the thread.
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>>27781352
>The movie you chose was a bit shorter than last night, only clocking in at about an hour and ten minutes.
>Just as the last time, she was transfixed on the screen, still amazed by the architecture of earth and all the things it had to offer.
>The prospect of flying transportation, while fascinating to her, was still a scary thought for her to think of.
>Funny, a pegasus who’s afraid of flying.
>Unlike last night, there are still a good few hours before bed.
>Conversation between the two of you dies down after around fifteen minutes, then you just sit in silence.
>Eventually she goes back to playing with the game you gave her.
>Well, at least she’s entertained.
>You should find something to do, yourself.
>Looking around your surroundings has you noticing a bookshelf.
>So many books you never got around to reading…
>Well, no time like the present, right?
>You proceed to the shelf, looking for something that would be interesting to read.
>One of the spines catches your eye, as it looks familiar, yet is something you haven’t seen in a long time.
>Vaguely you remember starting it long ago, but never getting past the first few chapters because you got busy.
>Should be the perfect time to start over.
>You come back to the couch and sit down, opening the book up to the first few pages.
>Silence retakes the room, and the only sounds for a while are those of your separate activities and Fluttershy’s occasional sniffs.
>Abruptly, the sounds of the game stop and you look up.
>Fluttershy has folded the system over and is looking at you.
>Glancing at her curiously causes her to speak.
>”Um… What are you reading..? I don’t mean to be nosy…”
>You wear a gentle expression and shake your head, closing the book.
“It’s alright. Basically, it’s…”
>Trailing off, you think of how to summarize it.
>This isn’t your forte.
“Tell ya what, how’s about we read it together?”
>You hadn’t thought about it before, but this seems to have almost everything that would pique her interests.
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>>27782150
>She hides behind her mane.
>”I-if you’re okay with that… S-su-Ahh…”
>Her head rockets forward as she involuntarily exhales.
>”S-sure…”
>So she doesn’t have to move, you scoot a bit closer.
>Now she’s close enough to see the pages, but not quite making bodily contact.
>Opening back up to the start of the first chapter, you begin to read out loud.
>As the pages are read through, you slowly notice the little pony getting more and more relaxed.
>Chapter one comes to a close, promising an exciting tale for the rest of the book.
“So, do you like it so far?”
>She drowsily acknowledges you.
>”Oh, yes… Can we..?”
>Picking up on her question, you reply.
“Sure! Alright, chapter two…”
>This one is longer than the first, but it’s still calm for the moment.
>As you read, you can hear Fluttershy’s breathing get slower.
>It gets to the point where you soon feel a light impact with your side.
>You stop mid-word, looking over to confirm what you think you felt.
>Sure enough, a sleeping pegasus has fallen into you and is using your arm as a pillow.
>This illness has probably taken more out of her than you thought.
>You fold the page and set the book aside.
>Her warmth fills your body, serving as a good source of heat to go along with the warm room.
>You give her some time, waiting to see if she’ll wake up.
>This however proves futile as she hasn’t woken up even seventeen minutes later.
>With gentle care, you wrap your arms around her midsection and cradle her as best you can in your arms.
>She’s only slightly smaller than you would have expected, head coming up to about groin level.
>Once back in your bedroom, you place her in your bed and cover her up.
>Before turning out the light, you grab your laptop.
>You go back to your office and sit at your desk, opening your computer in the process.
>Looking back to the chatroom, you see two names.
>Twifag and Dashfag.
>You chuckle. TF must be great at convincing people.
>For the rest of the night, you talk with the two strangers.
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>>27782194
Took me a few minutes to get rid of a few characters to make it fit. Hope you guys like it.
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>>27782197
Comfy green text is best green text.
Thanks based anon
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another, im still here bump.
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>>27782197
just read through, good work writefriend
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>>27782197
Can't wait for the rest of this
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>>27783255
>>27786431
>>27787218
Ah hell, sorry guys. Got caught up in unneeded distractions. Writing now.
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So, new thread when?
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>>27790046
We could probably do whenever. We're at thirty posts away, so I don't really see why not at this point.
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>>27790046
OP here. I've never done threads before, so I have no idea when to start them.
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>>27790116
I'd say do it whenever you want. we're close enough anyway, and I don't know if you guys want to be able to post images and such seeing as we're at the file limit, or if you want to just wait for story content.
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I've written so many stories for this thread it's not funny.
I continue to try, but half of them end abruptly.
I feel the need to repay you guy since this is where I began, but I don't know anymore.
I'm not complaining, I have like 3 other threads to attend to, however I'm not sure whether or not to continue trying here.

I guess I'll let you decide whether I should fuck off or not.
I'm not upset or anything, I just wanna know so I can adjust appropriately.
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>>27790362
I'd say most any thread is always welcome to content, this one included. Don't try to over exert yourself though, that's never good.
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>>27790116
Normally made at image limit or bump limit.
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>>27790393
Yeah, but that's not the problem, the problem is that when I write here, I write strictly for this thread and have no other drive, like I said most of them die to not receiving any feedback, which is fine, I don't care how many (You)s I get, but since I only do them for this thread and this thread seems to really care half the time, I don't really have any reason to continue them.

Like I said I already have 3 others on the side, so I'm wondering whether or not to continue trying.
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>>27782194
>As always, work comes and goes without a hitch.
>Like yesterday, Fluttershy is back on the same spot on your couch.
“I’m home!”
>The pegasus turns her head to meet your eyes.
>”Welcome back, Anon. Was your day okay?”
>She speaks in a voice that doesn’t seem as obstructed by mucus as it was yesterday.
>Kicking off your shoes, you sit down beside her.
“It was, thanks. You sound better today. How are you feeling?”
>”I’m feeling a lot better than yesterday. My nose is still pretty stuffy, though…”
>You nod and lean back on the couch.
“I’m glad you are, and I feel you. Stuffed noses are a pain.”
>Leaning over, you place your hand back on her forehead.
>Still warm, but not as bad as yesterday.
>Her eyes close at your touch, and for the slightest moment, you swear you can see her lips curl up in a small smile.
>You retract your appendage, and her eyes open back up.
“Your fever’s definitely dropped. Let’s hope this is the beginning of the end, eh?”
>The pony nods.
>”I hope so…”
>Turning to face the clock, you start making a mental checklist.
>You have just a little bit of work to do for your workplace tomorrow. It really shouldn’t take more than an hour or so.
>If you do it now, you’ll have the rest of the day to yourself.
“I’ve got a bit of work to finish. I won’t be too long. Call if you need anything, alright?”
>Fluttershy nods.
>Quickly you head for your office, intent on finishing before the hour’s end.
>When you get there, you are met with an unfamiliar sight where your desk is.
>Instead of the disorganized piles of various objects strewn about your desk, you see organization.
>Getting closer, you sift through a few papers that are now in neatly organized stacks.
>You can actually find what you need to!
>Your pencils are all neatly placed in a cup, and the few books you used are lined up on a lower shelf.
>They even have bookmarks in the ones you left open.
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>>27791140
>Looking around, you see that the other few pieces of furniture have also been dusted.
>For once, this place doesn’t look like it’s been left to rot for years on end.
>You can’t help but crack a grin.
>Turning on your heels, you go back to the living room.
>The butter colored mare looks at you curiously as you walk in and approach her.
>”Oh, did you forget someth- eep!”
>Her words fail to escape her mouth as you kneel down and wrap your arms around her.
“Thanks. That room really needed to be cleaned.”
>You release her, being sure not to overstay your welcome.
>”Y-you’re… Welcome…”
>Walking away, you speak with your back still turned.
“Really appreciate it!”
>…
>Your work was finished as quick as you expected, and it left you with your usual free time.
>Tonight hasn’t really differed from the last, really.
>You picked up where you left off in the novel last night, and continued to read until it was time for dinner.
>And just like last night, Fluttershy helped you prepare it.
>Unfortunately, there still isn’t any meat. You may be happy with yourself for eating healthier, but you still require certain things a vegetarian diet can’t provide.
>You take the liberty of washing the dishes, wanting to repay her earlier kindness.
>As you do, you look out the window over the sink.
>In the dark, cloudless sky you see a sea of stars.
>Even though you have to look at them through the light reflecting off the window, you are still amazed.
>This is something you haven’t seen in forever.
>You clean faster, and call over your friend.
>Being too short to look over the counter, she hovers up.
>”Oh my, the sky is beautiful tonight…”
“Yeah, it really is. I don’t know how I don’t see it more often.”
>You start to think.
“Hold on, I’ll be right back.”
>Quickly heading downstairs, you begin to search.
>It takes some effort, but you eventually find one of the old coats you’d wear as a child.
>In addition, you find the hat you’d wear with it.
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>>27791149
>Once upstairs, you present your idea to Fluttershy.
“Would you like to go outside and look at the sky with me? I found something that would help keep you warm.”
>You hold out the jacket and hat.
>Her eyes light up.
>”That sounds like a wonderful idea.”
>Kneeling down, you help her into the winter clothing. Due to the small size, she’s able to get it on with ease.
>However, you both notice something.
“Oh, your wings don’t have any room…”
>Thinking quickly, you go to a drawer and grab a permanent marker.
“Could you hold still for a moment, please?”
>She does as asked, and you feel around for her wings under the clothing.
>For each one, you draw a circle around the outer edges.
“Okay, could you take it off for me, please?”
>Again, she does as asked, and you move on to the next step.
>Taking out a pocket knife you keep in your pants, you use it to cut each circle out of the coat, making a spot for her wings.
>A look of surprise adorns her face.
>”Y-you didn’t have to do that for me..!”
>Handing the coat back, you reply.
“I’m not getting any use out of anything that small.”
>Standing up, you wait for her to get it back on.
>Her wings come through and they are just as flexible as they are when she has nothing on.
>Remembering the hat, you grab it and carefully slide it onto her head, over her ears.
“Feel comfortable?”
>”I do.”
“Alright then!”
>You open the door to the outside.
“After you.”
>In a while, you both end up in the middle of your backyard.
>Fluttershy hovers next to you.
>You’ll still need to think of some footwear.
>”It’s even better outside…”
>Looking up, you take in the sight of the night sky.
“It really is…”
>In the wide expanse of sky, you spot something you’ve never witnessed in your lifetime.
>Pointing a finger in the sky, you get Fluttershy’s attention.
“Over there, a shooting star!”
>She looks to where you point.
>”Oh! Quick, make a wish!”
>You shouldn’t be too surprised that that is also a custom shared between the dimensions.
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>>27791161
>What could you even wish for..?
>Normally you aren’t one to do stuff like this, but you do it anyway.
>Before the light goes out of view, you think of something.
>You wish for a happy ending for everyone involved in this mess.
>Turning your head to the pegasus, you ponder if she’s wishing the same thing, too.
>Rational thoughts reenter your brain.
>You look up at the sky with determination.
>The only way to make this wish come true is to work for it.
>And you’ll be damned if that isn’t what you’re gonna do.


---

This damn thing. It was supposed to be about 4k characters and get a point across. Then I got carried away.

>>27790362
Go for what you feel like doing, dude. If it's fun to you and you want to try, do it. I'm sure the participants would like some content.


>>27790046
>>27790116
>>27790430
I've never really been a part of these threads, but I assume that images are a decent portion of them. We're at 481, and the thread will 404 soon anyways, so you could probably start a new one now.
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>>27791190
I don't know how to say this.

I've been here for a while now, going back several threads and several months anon.

I've given content already. In this very thread even.

I've already done this enough times to know.

I enjoy writing here, but only if others are also enjoying it.
However no one seems to care for it now, which is fine.
I just want to know whether or not it to continue trying here since I already have several other threads waiting for me.

Oh and usually the thread just dies after it hits the image limit and we just wait till the next one, usually it comes several weeks later.
But this is the second in a row, so I don't know if this is to become a general or not.
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>>27791301
Nah man, this is the only green that I wait for to be honest. I'm pretty sure others agree.

If anything, we're worried that you aren't spending as much time as you'd like for green in other threads, but you seem to like writing I guess.

I legitimately only made these threads to fill up my fluttershy folder more. But if there's going to be green involved, I'll happily make this into a general.

If I even know how to properly make one.
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>>27791384
Don't sweat it.

I just like seeing people enjoy it, at least that's the case here.

I would absolutely recommend you do not make this a general for various reason.
But if you do I want in.

I'm still down to write for here, so long as the prompt is good enough.

Most of the time they just start with a link to the previous thread along with a list of writers.

http://pastebin.com/u/ChurchClothes
Like I said, I'm definitely not saying you should, but y'know, just in case.
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>>27791149
>no meat
>eating healthier
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>>27791464
You mistake me for someone who makes good choices.

>>27791688
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