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Flutterrape - 28/6/16

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>What is Flutterrape?
Flutterrape is a collection of stories about ponies trying to have sex with Anon, the only human in Equestria. While the title implies that it is Fluttershy trying to rape Anon, others may follow in her hoofsteps and attempt their own versions of >rape. There are different versions of Flutterrape, but most are lighthearted stories about the ponies failing in their comical attempts to get into Anon’s pants. Just because your story has Anon in it, doesn't mean it fits in this thread. Check other threads (Pie, AiE, etc) about story content before posting.

Author List: http://pastebin.com/eG8iY7Wy
Request Bin: http://pastebin.com/rZU1Hbqy
Add for Skype: flutter.priest

Old thread: >>27626406

Thread Archive: https://desustorage.org/mlp/search/subject/Flutterrape/

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>How do I start writing?
Writing these stories is very easy. Write in the second person and preface your lines with ‘>’. This is what turns normal text into greentext.

Writing Guides:
http://pastebin.com/uXvpYYzS
http://pastebin.com/bnMmZ2T3
http://pastebin.com/r6dTpd3j
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>>27755425
For the fantastic amount of work Flutterpriest put in last thread, I say the best way to thank him is through green.
Requests anybody?
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>>27755467
Psychological manipulation on Anons part to stop her, ends up on some other pony like the Bats! episode
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>>27755467
Cadance purposely uses a spell to brainwash herself to love Anon almost unconditionally, purely so she can have full deniability of her actions!
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Yeeeah, work that grill baby.
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>>27755467
Fluttershy tries to guess Anon's Fetish by playing 20 Questions.
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>Day one in Equestria.
>You are known as Anon by day, and something else at night…
>You are THE LAW.
>The only thing putting an end to all evil across Earth.
>Currently, however, you are lost in the woods.
“I just know that there is going to be something sinister at the end of this!”
>That was a lie, there probably is not anything evil-like anywhere near City City Crime City Crime City.
>That place got the hero it did not want, nor deserve.
>You stop walking and look down at your super cool super suit; which totally was not just a stolen SWAT uniform with the patches ripped off and a hood instead of a helmet.
>After a long sigh, you continue your lengthy journey to find crime.
“What’s the point anymore? I’ve punched the evil out of everyone for miles.”
>”Help! Help me!”
>You gasp as you hear the screams of the perfectly timed damsel in this dress.
>I mean distress.
>You take a brief moment of getting your voice into it’s gruff, hero-like tone.
“I am- I-I am THE- I AM-!”
>You cough for a moment.
“I AM THE LAW!”
>Your legs move on instinct as you break into a sprint in the general direction of the call for help.
>After jumping through a large bush, you come into a clearing populated by some retarded looking creatures to say the least.
>You’re eyes lock onto a small yellow horse with it’s back to a tree, surrounded by stereotypical, equine muggers.
>”Yo yo, bitch! Give up da cash-money!”
>The closest criminal yelled in her face before he began to swing his shiv around.
>”Haha! Ahah HA!”

Cont.?
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>>27756067
Give this thread the green it deserves, Anon.
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>In this current situation, most people would have promptly committed suicide, but not you.
>You cracked your manly knuckles and went to work.
“STOP IN THE NAME OF ME!”
>The sudden catchphrase caught the evil-doers off guard, causing them to all yelp in surprise and spin around to face you.
>”Aw shieeet! Drop dat mufugga!”
>The one currently holding the shiv commanded as he backed away whilst his gang of four slowly approached you.
>Not one of them stood up straight like a law-abiding citizen.
“You all are about to learn the true meaning of me!”
>The scumbags took this as a threat, just as you planned.
>As one to your left lunged at you, another one to your right did the same.
>Now, you could have done some super cool, crime fighting moves; but you decided to save your energy and punch them both in the face at the same time.
>Just as the two hit the ground unconscious, another one pounced for your mid-section.
>He would have succeeded in his devious plot to tackle you, but you put an end to it with a quick punch to the throat mid-air.
>The last one put his hooves to the sky with a whimper.
>”Aw damn! I give up, senpai!”
>Your leg swings forward and connects with his balls.
“Use proper english!”
>You lean down close to the crying stallion’s ear.
“Faggot.”
>”Yo yo, piggy!”
>What the fuck did he just fucking say about you?
>You look over to the leader to find him with the cute little yellow pony in one forearm and his weapon in the other.
>”Give up! Or dis lil bitch gon get her’s!”
>He pressed the homemade blade up against the poor girl’s throat… Only for it to snap in half…
>”...”
“...”
>”Shieeeeeeeeeet…”
>You quickly close the distance between you and the criminal and give him a very, VERY HARD bitch slap.
>As the fiend falls to the ground, you turn your attention to the small mare.
>You stare deep into those cute little cyan eyes of her’s and nod.
“Justice… Has been served.”
>”I just came.”
>Oh.

2/?
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>>27756424
>senpai

What the fuck, I didn't write that.
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>>27756451
Seriously, I might complain to someone at google about this. Why the shit did "senpai" become "senpai?"
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>>27756467
>"senpai" become "senpai?"

Oh... It's a 4chan thing, huh?
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>>27756479
You must be new here fąm
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>>27756773
Nah, just never use that word.
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>>27756424

>You look around for a moment before your eyes land on the pony again.
>She is still staring at you like you are a god or something.
“... Uh, as you were.”
>You give her another nod then begin to walk away.
>”W-Wait!”
>What in the name of Justice is it now?
“Yes, citizen?”
>”C-Could you please w-walk me back to my house, Mr…?”
“THE LAW!”
>She flinches at your volume, but smiles and acts like it did not bother her.
“Well, citizen. Assuming these woods are filled with dangerous criminals, it is my duty.”
>You inhale sharply.
“AS THE LAAAWWWWWWWWWW!!!”
>Multiple flocks of birds flee from their trees and fly into the distance.
>The pony mutters something about having to take care of orphans and that monkey dick is better be worth-
“What did you say?”
>”Oh, uh… I’m Fluttershy…”
>She looks up at you again and begins to trot into the thick forest.
>”My house is just a few minutes this way, is that okay?”
“No problem, citizen.”
>”Oh, wonderful! Follow me, please!”
>The anon in you wants to just walk the opposite direction, but he was not in control right now.
>You swore that you would always fight crime at night; even if it cost you your job and friends.
>You jog up to Fluttershy’s side and assume her calm pace.
“So, Fluttershee.”
>”Erm, it’s Fluttershy…”
“Sorry, Futterguy
>”F-Fluttershy…”
“Footerhigh.”
>”Fluttershy!”
“Fuck her pie?”
>”Are you doing this on purpose?”
“... Kinda…”

3/?
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The Lone Cabin - http://pastebin.com/P2r4vZab

>It’s the next morning.
>Fluttershy untied you from the pole, but you still have the rope wrapped around your wrists.
>No chance that you can go for the door; that is, IF you can make it that far before she does something heinous to stop you from escaping.
>You can’t leave, not until the moment is right.
>She’s digging through her backpack, looking for what appears to be the novel that you were reading in English class.
“How did you know?”
>”When you were knocked out, I copied down your schedule so that I could help you with your studies.”
“I don’t need help.”
>You and Fluttershy look at each other before eying your wrists.
>”As long that you’re here, I’m going to help you with your work.”
“So you plan on stopping by my teachers and asking for the assignments that I need?”
>”I don’t need to. They post everything now on the school's website.”
>Fuck you, technology.
>”We can get today’s work done within a few hours and just talk for awhile.”
>She takes out a textbook.
>”Time to study, Anon.”
>Fluttershy hold it out, expecting you to take it.
“Like I said before -- this is degrading.”
>She jams it into the palms of your hands.
>”Just open your book and go to page 43.”
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>>27757275

>The young mare groaned at your poor sense of humor.
>But, like last time, she just began to beam up at you.
>”Mr. Law, could you just talk to me instead?”
“I suppose.”
>”Great! So, uh, what do you look for in a mare?”
>Oh.
>”It’s just that I- uh… I have a friend who really likes you!”
“You and those scumbags back there are the only talking ponies I’ve ever met.”
>”Oh… Uh, well… One of them was my friend?”
“Are you saying that you associate yourself with criminals?”
>”NO! Uh… I really like you mane?”
>You reach up and feel your hooded head.
“Oh… Okay.”
>The rest of the walk was quiet.
>Honestly, the only thing you can focus on is Justice.
>After a few more branches are pushed out of the way, you see the back of a little cottage with animals sleeping literally everywhere.
>You knew what that place probably smelt like.
>”Would you care to join me for snack, Mr. Law?”
>Aw, what the hell; you are hungry.
“Sure, what’re we having?”
>”Me~.”
>Get outta there faggot.
“Sorry, kiddo, but I have to go stop more crime before the sun comes up!”
>You run around to the front of her house and begin sprinting down the dirt trail leading to town.
>”Wait! You can eat my ass if that’s what you like!”
>Oh.
>As you close in on the town, you see the horizon begin to give birth to the sun.
>You can fight more crime tomorrow night, but for now you must rest.

4/4
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I'll continue THE LAW's story later. For now, I must rest.
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>>27755486
>>27755488
>>27755838
I'll get right on these boys.
In like, a couple hours
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>>27755467
The ponies can't figure out Anon's gender (either they're ignorant of human secondary sexual characteristics, or they're dealing with a real Androgynon). Trying to avoid the social faux pas of directly asking "are you a boy or a girl?", the ponies attempt increasingly hilarious ploys to get Anon to give them hints, but they all backfire with ambiguous results.

Meanwhile, Fluttershy just wants to get into Anon's pants, regardless of what she may find in there.
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>>27758008
This. It sounds goddamn hilarious.
>pic unrelated
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I want a green text about that pic you used.
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>>27755486
Coming right up, cutie.

>Day hypnosis in Equestria.
>You are Anon.
>Currently residing in Twilight's grand library.
>Stupid castle and it's seemingly endless corridors.
>Anyways, you're scrounging for a book.
>A book that will finally end the repetitious chore you deal with everyday.
>Her.
>"Looking for a book, Anon?"
>A familiar voice rips you from your monologue.
>Twilight's voice almost makes you jump.
"Uh, I'm looking for a book about..."
>Fuck, this may sound bad.
"I'm looking for a book about hypnosis, you know anything good, er, informative?"
>Twilight's smile didn't dim, though a look of confusion did cross her face.
>"You want a spell book? I thought humans weren't magical, right?"
"That's right. I just need it for..."
>"I-is hypnosis your fetish, Anon?"
>...
>Well, at least now you don't have to answer Twilight's question.
"Hello to you too, Fluttershy, and n-"
>Wait.
>This could work.
"Congratulations Fluttershy. You finally got me. Hypnosis is my fetish."
>Her eyes widen in a mix of shock, surprise, and elation.
>"Twilight, do you have any books on hypnosis?"
>Twilight now looks very confused.
>"Um... did you just ask Anon what his fet-"
"Oh no Flutts, you got me all wrong."
"My fetish is hypnotizing people, or in this case..."
>You lean in to her ear.
>Time to seal the deal.
"You~."
>A fine mist of sexual horse pheromones fill the room.
>AKA: Fluttershy just totally squirted on Twilight's carpeted library floor.
>Twilight's face is hard to read at this point.
>The only thing you're picking up is unbridled rage.
>Huh.
Cont.
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>>27759548
>Twilight quickly magicked the two of you out of her castle, yelling Spike's name.
>Lel.
>Luckily for you, you got your book.
>The old tome is titled 'Hypnosis for Fags.'
>Fits the ticket.
"Alright Flutterbutt, we should head back to my place."
>A squee is your response.
>Today is gonna be a good day.

>Today is a bad day.
>You are Anon.
>The hypnosis...
>"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
>While chanting, a bat flew into the room and tripped up you rhyme, causing you to say "bat" instead of "fuck off forever you crazy rapist."
>"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
>You could leave her like this, but the thought of a bat Fluttershy stalking you is a bad thought.
>She is also flying around the room while screaming, knocking your shit over.
>Your ears may be bleeding at this point too.
>You need to try again.

>Attempt number two has also failed.
>Fluttershy now believes she is a stallion.
>You have been overpowered.
>Luckily, a vase Flutterbat had knocked over was near you.
>Fluttermale is now unconscious.
>And bleeding.
>Trial and error.

>Attempt number five.
>The book suggests reading the original hypnotic phrase backwards to make Fluttershy act opposite of her usual self.
>You see no possible way for this to turn out wrong.

>"A-anon...?"
>Time to see if it worked.
"Yes, Fluttershy?"
>"What the buck am I doing in your house? I bucking hate you!"
>You jump from your chair a do a victory dance, but Fluttershy quickly kicks your shin.
"Hey! What the fuck?!"
>Fluttershy gives a triumphant smile.
>"Whoops, sorry fag."
>"If you'll excuse me, I'm off to report you to the authorities for kidnap, and to beat up some small defenseless animals, enjoy incarceration, dick."
>She walks out of your home with her nose to the sky, purposefully knocking into ponies.
"What a bitch."
>...
>Fuck that's hot.
Fin.
One down, three more to go.
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>>27755488
>Day nefarious in Equestria.
>You are princess Cadence.
>Below the Crystal Empire lies a labyrinthian series of catacombs.
>Among these catacombs is a room.
>You trot briskly through the seemingly maze-like halls of the underground, searching for said room.
>This room's importance to the average citizen: meaningless.
>To the average potion brewing medicine mare: intresting, but outdated.
>To you?
>To you, it is priceless, for it shall bring you to your love.
>Your true love.
>All you have to do is find the room, and brew the potion.
>You must have full deniability, for the security of the Empire.
>It's of grave importance.

>Day ribosomes in Equestria.
>You are Anon.
>Coffee is also done brewing.
>You stare at the stuff slowly drip from your Magic Mocha Maker(tm) with glazed eyes, repeatedly focusing and unfocusing.
>Addiction is a bitch, but damn is that coffee good.
>Imported straight from Canterlot.
>The princesses drink this stu-
>There's a knock at your door.
"Come Fluttershy, you know not to knock until after I've had my-"
>Your door is smashed.
>Princess Cadence walks in.
>Walk is a bad word to describe it.
>It's more like a tackle while flying while running.
>Very graceful, yet deadly.
>Especially deadly, because she barreled in, careening directly into your face.
>You are now on the pinned on the floor, the princess of The Crystal Empire all up in your grill.
>"HI ANON!"
>That phrase instantly gave you a bit of a migraine, and you don't know why.
"H-hello princess, I-I'm not getting arrested, am I?"
>"Why would you be getting arrested silly?"
"Uh, no reason."
>Cadence glows triumphantly.
>"Besides, not like I'd let any copper ever even THINK about arresting MY Anonymous, right love?"
"Uh, run that by me again?"
>"I'll never let a police pony arrest you?"
"Sweet- the other part, I mean."
>"My love for you is eternal and you are my sole purpose in life, for without you, suicide would be my only reasonable option?"
>Oh fuck you're in deep.
Cont.
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>>27759982
"Y-you didn't say that before."
>Her happy smile still radiates joy.
>"Well, I've said is true, Anonymous, I, Princess Mi Amore Cadenza of the Crystal Empire, love you to the moon and back!"
>Where is Fluttershy when you need her?
>Actually, she may be able to make things worse, nevermind.
>"A-anonymous? What happened to your door?"
>Fuck.
>"Also, is inflation your fetish, because I brought this air pump with me if it is."
>Cadence's previous smile is replaced with a look only a Yandere could make.
>"Honey~..."
>That voice is dipped in a lot of honey and a lot of poison.
>No pun intended.
>"Who is this mare~...?"
"That is-"
>"I'm Anon's wife. Who are you... oh! Aren't you miss-"
>Both of these ponies know each other, what the fuck are they doing?
>Fluttershy has also adopted a look on her face only a Yandere could produce.
"She is not my wife."
>Cadence stares into your eyes.
>"I know she isn't dear, I'M your wife, right?"
>You'd rather be diffusing a bomb right now.
>"MRS. Mi Amore Cadenza, that's you name right? I do believe you already have a husband, MR. Shining Armor, correct?"
>Fluttershy sounds like a completely different mare.
>Very vindictive and accusing undertones, wrapped in venously sweet words.
>Why can't humans teleport?
>"Shining Armor? That was just a fling, Anon is my true knight in shining armor, RIGHT dear?"
"Uhhhhhhhhh."
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>>27759996
"And that is why both of my legs are broken and my house got burned down."
>Twilight has a confused look on her face.
>"But Cadence claimed she was put under a love spell in the Crystal Empire by a "tall and handsome monkey in robes," and that sounds awfully similar to you."
"When would I have been able to go to the Empire?"
>"Whatever the case, by Celestia's decree, you've been sentenced to five months house arrest."
"My house was burned down- by Cadence, might I add!"
>"You should be glad, any crime personally involving a princess is almost always death. You got off lucky because you are the only one of your species,"
>"and I know your house was destroyed, which also destroyed potential evidence, so you'll be staying with Fluttershy."
>...
"Fuck that."
>"What are you gonna do? Run?"
>You look down at your crippled lower torso, then back up at Twilight's smug face.
>That stupid fucking face.
"Fuck."
The end.
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>>27760015
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>>27759548
>>27759560
Thank you not what I expected but no less amazing
>>27759982
>>27759996
>>27760015
You are a comedic genius my friend you should start namefagging this shit
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>>27755838
>"A-are door knobs you fetish?"
>Day 20 questions in Equestria.
"No."
>You are Anon.
>Ready to slam the door and continue your day as usual, Fluttershy stops you.
>"W-wait!"
>You slowly open the door once more, groaning.
"What?"
>Fluttershy looks into your eyes and you look back into hers.
>"I-I have to be honest here Anon, this system we've, um, set up, is very bad, if you don't mind me saying."
>You lean against the door, listening.
>Finally, a conversation with her that isn't about your fetish or bunnies.
>Well, this is still technically about your fetish.
"I don't mind you saying that, and I agree, we should just stop it entirely."
>"Yes! Oh, I-I'm so glad you're seeing it my way!"
>Hang on.
>Wat.
"Y-you're serious?"
>"Yes, I am tired of guessing your fetish like this, it wastes both of our time everyday."
>Wow, this is fantastic!
>Maybe you can finally try being happy and smiling again!
>You haven't done that in years!
"I completely agree!"
>"Y-you Pinkie promise?"
"Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye, fuck yeah!"
>"So, I think we should play 20 questions and I'll try to guess your fetish everyday until I get it and we get married and..."
>Fluttershy goes on blabbering about the boundless love and completeness you share.
>So much for that good mood you were just in.
>"N-not as perfect as you, that is..."
>She leans in for a kiss.
>She ends up kissing your knee.
>Thinking this is good, she puts her head into your pantleg, presumably trying to reach your hot monkey dick.
"I thought you wanted to just stop the fetish guessing entirely."
"Also, get out of my pants."
>She does so.
>"W-why would I want to stop the guesses? You won't fall in love with me if I do that, silly."
>You facepalm.
>Walking into another deal without knowing the full story.
Cont.
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>>27760648
>This is just like that time your
long-lost Nigerian prince cousin emailed you asking for your bank account.
>Fucking Kumba, god that guy is an asshole.
"In that case, I take it back, no 20 questions!"
>Pinkie pops from your rose garden, destroying half of them.
"WHAT THE FUCK PINKIE!? MY ROSES!"
>"You can't break a Pinkie promise silly!"
>Her cheerful demeanor melts away, if only for a second.
>"Just try it."
>And with that, she dives back into your rose garden, destroying the other half.
"..."
>"I-I'll be inside when you're ready to start."

>"So... does your fetish involve socks?"
>You sit on your couch, sighing.
"Yes."
>"O-oh okay, do I win?"
"No. I have many fetishes and twenty questions has to have a main thought or idea to be the answer, my fetish is many things."
>Fluttershy looks confused.
>"Well, t-then just think of the fetish that turns you on the most."
"Fine, and you do realize that even if you guess my fetish correctly, I won't fall in love with you."
>"I k-know that mister, but it'll be a huge a-advantage."
>She hovers up towards you ear.
>"I'll do it everyday until you finally come to your senses, and come to momma~."
>You wiggle in your seat ever so slightly
>L-lewd~
>"Alright, is it s-sexual?"
"Of course, that is two questions."
>"Is it... involve big things?"
"... M-maybe."
>Fluttershy gains a little smile.
>Oh fuck.
>"Are giantesses your fetish?"
"Not the main fetish, but... yes."
>"I'll keep that in mind~."
>Twenty questions continued until the end.
>This was an awful idea, not only did she learn about 7 of your fetishes, now she knows how much of a perv you are.
>Not like she is any better than you are, but still.
>So now, you sit on your couch, grumpy.
>Arms folded.
>Occasional grunt of anger.
>Scrunched face.
>Big frown.
>You're fucking grumpy.
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>>27760670
>The next day, Fluttershy came to your door with striped knees socks, a horsecock with a vagina under the balls, lots of rope, scented candles, and a few other of your fetishes you'd rather not mention.
>Oh yeah, and she was also now fifty feet tall.
>Needless to say, you had to play twenty questions outside today.
>You also had to hide your raging erection the whole time.
>Fucking futa giantesses.
>Fucking twenty questions.
>Fucking Fluttershy.
The end.

>>27760625
I'm glad you think so friend.
I have a pastebin, but it is full of my previous oneshots and one unfinished story I'm trying to make huge.
http://pastebin.com/u/Hipparion
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>>27758008
I'll get onto your prompt after I eat friend.
Unless someone is already in the process of making it.
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>>27760687
Kek.

I liked it. Good job Hipparion
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>>27758008
Oh, and I should mention: Anon is male.
The ponies don't know that.
>Day androgyonous in Equestria.
>You are Anon.
>100% grade A pure man!
>You're so manly, all the mares and stallions seem to walk on eggshells when they are talking to you.
>Probably because you intimidate them so much.
>You kick your door open, revealing yourself to the world.
"Hello world! Woooo!"
>You feel so alive today!

>"Hello world~! Wooo~!"
"Ah just don't get it. How can it be so dang hard to find out what Anon's gender is?"
>You are Applejack.
>Currently stationed in a bush just beyond Anon's property.
>Your best friends are with you too.
>Twilight is flipping through one of the five books she brought on the sexes and everything about them.
>Rarity watches Anon through some posh binoculars, mainly just eying it's exquisitely groomed eyebrows and it's impressively knitted kilt, which she designed.
>Anon said he 'always wanted to dress up like a Scott.'
>Pinkie chats with Rainbowdash, neither of them really care.
>Fluttershy is nowhere to be found.
"Hey Rarity, when ya made Anon that skirt-"
>"Ah! It is NOT a 'skirt' Applejack, it is a kilt! No respect for culture, hmph!"
"Ugh, when ya made Anon that kilt, did... did it tell you any history about it? Like, if only a certain gender wore it?"
>Raritt taps the binoculars to her chin in thought.
>"Hm, Anon said both genders wore kilts."
>You facehoof.
>Anon has been here for almost a year now and it seems everyone has avoided addressing Anon's gender in some way or another.
"Twilight? Ya got anything in there?"
>A few strands of her mane stand on edge, bags under her eyes.
>She glares at you for stopping her reading, and you quickly look away.
>This... Anon is an enigma.
"Girls! Anon is on the move!"
>"Can't we figure out Anon's gender someother time? I have stunts to practice!"
"Shut it Rainbow, Anon's our friend and he deserves ta be addressed so!"
>"Fine! Why don't I just go and ask Anon then?"
>And with that, she is off.
Cont.
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>>27761515
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lKXbqsPhWJQ
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>>27761515
>You are Anon.
>Happily strolling through Ponyville, waving and recieving waves.
>Today is a nice day.
>What could make this day even better?
>The thought makes you so giddy with excitement you just have to say it.
"SPA DAY!!!"
>You shout to the nearest mare and you hop from leg to leg giddily.
>"T-that is wonderful, Anon!"
"I know right? They are so delicate there!"
>"Right right, so, do you want some pears, Mist-"
>At that moment, time stood still for the pear selling mare.

>You are the pear selling mare.
>You are so fucked.
>Did you really just begin to utter 'mister?'
>What if Anon was actually a mare this whole time?
>Okay, you can salvage this, think think THINK!
>WHY ARE YOU NOT THINKING?

>"Mist- MIST IS GOOD FOR YOUR SKIN!"
>You are Anon.
"Really? That must be why the suana is so effective mist and steam are kinda the same thing, right?"
>The pear selling mare seems to have broken into a sweat jist by standing here.
>Hot day, you suppose.
>"Oooh... yes, yeah they are the saame thing... probably. Wooh..."
"You alright Miss? You're panting?"
>The mare looks back to you.
>"Oh! U-uh, actually not alright at all! I'm going to die soon! I-I have h-horse... cancer. I have horse cancer and I need to get to the hospital! Bye Anon."
>With that, she quickly packs up her pear stand and gallops away.
>How strange.
>Oh well.

>You are Rainbowdash, fastest thing alive, sex-getter of Ponyville, and soon...
>You'll be the mare you uncovered Anon's gender.
>All you gotta do now is track the... being down and confront... it.
>You're getting tired of having to pause and thing of something neutral whenever you speak about Anon.
>Can't twilight just make a gender-checker spell or something?
>Lazy, gassy pony.
>You take to the clouds, searching for the green creature with a bird's eye view.
>After a few seconds so searching (so fast) you spot it.
>It's heading towards the Spa!
>Aha! Only mares go to the Spa!
>Wait...
>Dang, stallions also go to the Spa.
Cont.
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>>27760015
When I read greens like this one I always imagine anon just hitting fuck it and becoming a villain or something.
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>>27761677
>"Hiya Anon!"
"Hello Applejack and company, are you heading to the Spa too?"
>They all look at eachother.
>"U-uh o'course! Ya wanna tag along?"
"Sure thing!"
>"Yo Anon! Wait up, I gotta ask you something!"
>Applejack looks shocked and flustered.
>"D-dontcha worry nun about Rainbow, she probably just wants to show ya a new trick or somthing-"
"That sounds fun-"
>"O-oh no darling, Spa first, right girls?"
>"HEY ANON! ARE YOU A B-"
>Rainbowdash's mouth suddenly disappears.
>"Oh no! Sudden mouth disappearance disorder! Happens to the best of us."
"Her mouth will come back, r-right Twilight?"
>Twilight steps infront of Rainbowdash's attempt at cherades and continues speaking.
>"Oh yeah, it is nothing deadly, it'll poof back in about... maybe three hours?"
>"MMMMFFFPHHHHT?"
>"Shush now Rainbow, the more you try to talk, the longer it takes your mouth to come back."
>An odd silence fills the group.
"So... Spa?"
>"Spa." They all say in unison.

>You are Fluttershy.
>You watch your friends from a bush.
>Hot damn, that Anonymous sure is a sexy monkey.
>Time for rape.

>You are Twilight.
>You stealthly signal to your fellow pony mares to let Anon take the lead.
>You stealthlty whisper.
"I have a plan."
>"Oh yeah? What is it sugarcube?"
"We take Anon to the sauna and see how it puts the towel on."
"If Anon puts the towel around it's waist, Anon must be a stallion, right?"
"If Anon puts the towel where it said human breasts are, Anon must be a mare, it's foolproof."
>Amongst your whispering, Pinkie decides she must throw her two cents in.
>"That is a good plan Twilight! Anon will never expect it!"
>Fucking Pinkie.
"Never expect what?"
>"Twilight is gonna surprise you by taking you to the sauna!"
>"Oh! How lovely!"
>...
>Well, okay then.
"Sauna it is then!"

>You are Twilight still.
>"Hey Twi."
"Yes."
>"Do you know what human breasts look like?"
"No."
>"Shoot."
>Anon has fallen asleep in the sauna with you all.
Cont.
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>>27761793
Villians can't do much with broken legs, but I see where you're coming from.
>>27761162
Thanks Flutterfriend.

>>27761852
>The oppertunity you have dawns on you.
"Rarity, you're very light on your hooves, right?"
>Rarity gives you a queer look.
>"I suppose so, may I ask why you ask?"
"I want you.."
>You give yourself a moment you let the throught run through your head one more time.
"I want you to very slowly, very quietly, crawl on the floor and look up Anon's towel."
>...
>The only sound that can be heard are the hot coals still sizzling from the cool water.
"Rarit-"
>"I'll do it, just..."
>"Just give me a second please dear."
>You and Applejack exchange brief glances of worry.
>"Okay..." Rarity quietly mumbles to hearself.
>She slowly lowers herself to the wooden floor of the sauna.
>The tension is more palpable then the steam at this point, and the bullets of sweat dripping from everyone's face are most certainly not from the heat.
>Inch by inch, Rarity maneuvers across the small room.
>It feels like an eternity, and she isn't even half way yet.
>This room cannot be wider than 20 feet, yet it feels like an endless labyrinth.
>You feel guitly for making Rarity do this, but it is for the ponies of Equestria.
>If we don't do this, who wi-
>Holy fuck Anon just moved.
>Rarity shakes uncontrollably on the floor, as if she was getting hypothermia.
>Despite the heat, you know she feels well below freezing.
>You do too.
>Applejack shivers in her bathroom.
>As quietly as you can, you slowly whisper.
"It is okay, you're so close Rarity."
>You sounded as small as a mouse, but it still made both Applejack and Rarity jump a bit.
>Speaking of Applejack, she hides her eyes behind her hooves.
>Rarity has now reached Anonymous' feet.
>She gets inbetween the two, and slowly,
>ever so slowly.
>She looks up.
>Her eyes widen.
>The sauna door opens.
>Rarity teleports out of the sauna.
"CELESTIA DAMN IT!"
>Applejack looks pissed too.
>"What's the big ide- Fluttershy?"
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>>27761985
>Applejack shivers in her bathroom.
>shivers in her bathroom.
>in her bathroom.
>her bathroom.
>bathroom.
Don't stop, anon.
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>>27761985
>Fluttershy opened the door?
>Where has she been this whole time?!
>Unbelievable.
>She's one of you best friends, but still.
>You're peeved beyond belief.
>Anon wakes up with a very feminine snore.
>"Uggh, hello?"
>"H-hi Anonymous."
>Fluttershy wastes no time in-
>Uh.
>Woah.
>Okay.
>Applejack has just walked out.
>It's about time you do so too.
>Well, at least now you know Anon is a stallion.
>Though, he screams for help like a filly.
The end.
And that is that boys and girls. I thought I did really bad with the beginning of this one, but I really like the ending. This has probably been one of my favorite stories to write, thank you Anon for suggesting it, I love you cutie.
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>>27762016
Listen and listen well Anon, if any writer tells you to proofread your work befors haphazardly posting it, tell them to go fuck themselves.
That is my tip of the day.
I really need to start proofreading, hope you enjoyed.
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>>27761793
That gives me an idea...
>Anon goes rogue, becomes a supervillain.
>Fluttershy becomes an archnemesis superhero
>Their fights always end up with massive collateral damage.
>The citizens just want the two to fuck and get it over with.
>As a result, some of them become Fluttershy's right hand ponies in superheroism.
>Each has a different genre of fetish, and together they form the R.A.P.E Team.
R.A.P.E. Team, roll out!
It'd be interesting to see various oneshots of this, maybe even a longer story or two.
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>>27762187
Writefags, roll out!
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>>27762187
I... I kinda want to read that.
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>>27757346
need more
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>>27762187
I would say sidekicks include:
Lyra, because human fetish.
Trixie for domination in which she acts like the dom, but wants nothing more than to be a sub, but doesn't want to say that and just for once wants someone to realise she wants someone to over-dom her dom and just fucking take her.
And of course... Braeburn. For gay.
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>>27762187
>>27762545
This actually sounds more like the series premiere except with the elements of fetish or some shit
>pic related being the end after "reformation"
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Bymp
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>>27761985
>Villians can't do much with broken legs

;_;
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>>27761793
One of the old guard wrote a story about a mad scientist Anon (with Fluttershy as his lovely assistant). I think they ended up nuking Ponyville or some such.
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Whoa, way too close to the end of page 10 there.
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Scratchy bump
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Is the pastebin anon still alive?
Because I want into the secret club.
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>>27765792
Those pastebins haven't been updated since 2013.
That said, if whoever is owning the general's pastebin is in the threas, please update the requests bin too.
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>>27765839
You mean the pastebin full of writers?
Im pretty sure it was updated like, last year or so. I mean I was added semi-recently...

... Did I time travel?...
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>>27765792
>>27765839
>>27766296
Are we all talking anout the same thing?
I don't think we are.
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>>27763896
THEY CALLED ME MR. GLASS


ALSO NEBULUS IS STILL A FAG AND A CATAMITE WITH A PENIS SMALLER THAN BONBON'S GLORIOUS WINKING CLIT.
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>>27766470
>And that is why Nebulus decided to track down everyone in the Flutterrape thread and kill them all.
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>>27766470
JC, why don't you write Bon Bon shorts like you usually do?
Also, when the fuck is the next part of your derpy story?
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What a cute face, hope you don't mind if I bump all over it.
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BEING A QUICK PRAYER FOR THE UNBUMPED THREAD

>HAIL BONBON, MAKER OF SWEETS AND TRIBBER OF JEWNICORNS
>BLESSED IS SHE AMONG PONIES
>THY THIGHS BE STRONG
>THY THREAD BE BUMPED
>ON EARTH AS IT IS IN PONYVILLE
>GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY RAPE
>AND BID IS LIE DOWN BESIDE THE BOUND HUMAN
>WITH HOT MONKEY DICK AND BALL GAGS FOR ALL
>AMEN
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>>27766810
This
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>>27761793
Evil Anon:

>Day you don’t even care anymore in Equestria.
>You are Anon.
>You are currently in the process of waking up.
>As you begin to slide out of bed, you realize something.
>Today is another day.
>Today is another day where the yellow menace will knock on your door and try to guess your fetish.
>Today is another day where it will be something horrible.
>You remember when it was so simple.
>She knocked on your door during breakfast.
>You answered said door.
>She would have socks on, or panties, or maybe some kind of costume.
>You would slam the door shut and eat your soggy bowl of cereal.
“Those were the days.”
>You get back into a sleeping position, wondering if you should just do nothing today.
>But that will not stop her.
>As her guesses got more extreme, so did she.
>The last time you did not answer the door, she set your house on fire and came in dressed like a firepony.
>”Is being rescued from a burning building your fetish?”
>The words stuck in your head.
“And even then, nobody believed me.”
>Why would they?
>Fluttershy only acted the way she did in the mornings… Well, in the mornings.
>When it was just you and her.
>Everywhere else she acted like she had a small crush on you.
>Making all the ponies in town think you were a liar, and she was just cute…

1/?
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>>27768283

>You wait a little while longer before you feel that horrible feeling inside you get when you do not complete the triple S in time.
>With a groan, you get out of bed and begin your routine.
>After everything is done and you begin to make your usual meal of cereal and coffee, you hear the three soft knocks.
>Of course lying in bed longer would put you behind schedule
>Now you have to deal with this WITHOUT half a cup of coffee in you.
>You practically drag yourself to the door as another three knocks come.
>As you reach for the doorknob, you hesitate.
>Seriously, you fucking take a few steps back.
>”Is castration your fetish?”
>You remembered yesterday’s guess and how you narrowly avoided losing your fun sack.
>”Anon! Are you there!?”
>Her voice seemed a little worried, which caused you to panic.
>You cannot afford another window being broken.
>You pull your door open and look down at the small mare.
>Regret fills you instantly.
>”Good morning, Anon!”
>She raises a wooden baseball bat in the air.
>”Are concussions your fetish?”
“FUCK!”
>You do not even bother with the door as you spin around and take off for your backdoor.
>”Anon! Wait! Don’t KNOCK it ‘till you’ve tried it!”
>Her puns are worse than the pain you felt as the bat connected with the back of your head.
>You almost immediately lose consciousness as the darkness takes you away.

2/?
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>>27757346
It is, but I prefer to have her happy.

>>27762289
You'll get it. So sorry for leaving it there.
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>>27767846
>>27769134
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>>27768804
Hello darkness my old friend, is it rape time again...
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I don't exactly know how to word this.
Out of boredom I wrote a story and it's thread died.
http://pastebin.com/X2xEVrxp
Read it or don't, I'm finishing this.
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>>27769361
Finish it friend, you have our blessing.
It has been a while since I've seen a young Anon story.
In fact... I think Stumbleine was the first and last time I saw a young Anon.
Go forth and write, writefriend.
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>>27769446
Did you ever read "Then and Now"? That was some quality young Anon for a while.
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>>27769574
Slipped the mind, but indeed I did read that.
Great story, he even made an extra chapter just for shits and giggles.
Thesus is a good man.
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>>27769821
There was also Cog's Young Love, though the quality was dubious at best.
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>>27769843
>tfw you completely forgot about Cog.
Oh man.
Cleverdick too...
Why must they die?
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>>27770151
Let's be real, in Cog's case it was for the best.
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>>27769361
Please do.

It reminds me of the Nightlight story.
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>>27769134
can't wait
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any spitfire stories?
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>>27772534
You know what? I don't think I've ever seen one.
I do know a good Fleetfoot one is out there, forget who wrote it though.
I'll check around.
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>>27772534
Nnnnnot to my knowledge, though there's a Fleetfoot one.
Can't say for certain, but I think that's the only Wonderbolt story we have.
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>>27772860
>I do know a good Fleetfoot one is out there, forget who wrote it though.
I here.

http://pastebin.com/aiLRJ9GQ
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>>27772860
>>27772534
Found it, one of Brownee's best.
It is Fleetfoot though, sorry if you didn't want that.
http://pastebin.com/aiLRJ9GQ
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>>27772860
>>27772873
>>27772885
>>27772890
Kek, good hivemind
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>>27772885
I just remembered I started colouring this image and got about 3/4 of the way done.
I might finish that right now...
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>>27772885
>>27772921
And I completely forgot how to use that program...
Fuck it, I don't care, I was colouring a sketch of sorts anyway.
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>>27773431
Little rough around the edges, I'm guessing because you coloured the outlines of it. No shading either.
Still good though. I like the sky background. And I think her cutie mark is the wrong design.
It's nice. Good pic for that story.
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>>27762031
I don't know... in my opinion, this prompt feels like one you could have kept rolling... like Anon wearing some sort of undergarment, and thus furthering their frustration.

I don't like being critical, but it felt like you rushed the end there.
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>>27773997
>I'm guessing because you coloured the outlines of it.
Yeah, not sure why I bothered doing that for a sketch, especially if I wasn't gonna do it properly (cause I forgot how).
Looks better with black anyway, so whatever.
Im not artist or colourist... I'm a lousy writer!
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>>27775133
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>>27774987
I see what you're saying, but wearing clothes into a sauna would be kinda odd.
If may come back to this story eventually and make it longer, I want to do that with all my stories.
Thanks for the criticism friend.
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>>27775133
But a great writer.
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>>27772860
>>27772873
>>27772885
>>27772890
Admittedly I was slightly disappointed upon hearing of no Spitfire, but Fleetfoot is actually a good substitute.
And that story was better than I would've hoped to, so I'm happy. Thanks all.
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How are we supposed to get the get without a thread?
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GOT THE GET FOR FLUTTERRAPE
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>>27777771
Everybody point and laugh.
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>>27777771
>>27777777
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>>27777771
Will we ever get a get? Fuck
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>>27780911
Hey, you got doubles!
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>>27780927
Her hair looks like pudding.
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>>27780927
I don't even want doubles though
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>tfw dead inside and regret ever writing oh god it's so bad
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>>27781593
Write more
Post pastebin
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>>27781660
>imblying i can write
If you insist my dude
http://pastebin.com/u/Domino_anon
pic unrelated
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>Day...you've lost count in Equestria
>You've been here so long
>It's been years, you think
>The time is different here
>Days are shorter, calendars are unreadable
>It had been so long since you'd had any contact with another living being
>The ponies had lived in fear, afraid of your alien appearance
>Not even the gryphons would accept you
>For the safety of the ponies, you had exiled yourself into the Everfree
>It was for their own good
>You stare at your door, arguing with yourself whether to open it or stay inside another day
>No
>No more hiding
>It was time to return to the world and revive your presence
>The ponies would have to accept you, there was no changing that!
>You put on your best outfit and start toward the door, confidence in your step
>With a deep breath, you push it open and step outside into the sunlight
>It was more colorful than you remember
>The birds chirping, the flowers blooming
"What a beautiful day!"
>A handful of an unknown brown substance splatters against your face
>"Go back inside, faggot!"
>
>
>
>It's been so long since you left your house
>You had sent yourself into an exile, the ponies fearing your very presence as an alien creature
>They weren't ready
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Boop.
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>>27781748
You've certainly written a lot, which is promising.
I'll check back with you tomorrow when I've read them all
I will read them all.
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Bamp
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Bemp
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Bimp
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>>27782553
Anon pls you don't understand the literal cancer you're getting into
Half of what's on my pastebin is shitposts
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Bomp
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my mother is such a savage
i sent her [pic related] , and before she saw it went downstairs and told her "i sent you a picture of a tshirt i think yo ucan relate to"
and she just says "whats it say ? biatch ?"
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>>27785422
Why?
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>>27785422
I don't even know what I should be thinking about this.
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>>27785422
Yes.
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>>27785422
The older generation can't appreciate memes Anon, you should know that by now.
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>>27785422
Remember kids, this was the only thing posted of Flutterrape today!
HOW DOES DEATH CHEAT US EVERYTIME?
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>>27790260
Because I was somehow vigilent enough to wake up in the middle of the night, bump, then roll over back asleep.
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>>27790394
Literal hero.
>yfw Flutterrape fucks up your schedule so much you become accustom to it.
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>>27790590
>Not posting directly from the 4th dimension
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>>27790605
s h i t p o s t i n g
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>>27790605
Where the fuck is your pastebin?
You better have one.
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>>27784566
Okay, uh...
Sorry Dommy, you'll need to give me another day on that "read every story in your pastebin" thing.
I'm almost done, I promise.
I've wasted my whole day shitposting on Ponytown.
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>>27790647
I don't know what that is
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>>27790605
>>27791404
I'm comin' for that booty
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how do i bump
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>>27792110
First you have to drop your pants, get erect, find a certain yellow and pink pegasus pony and push your mid section against her backside.
When you feel something wet enveloping your dong, just push against it more and more as much and as hard as you can. That's bumping.
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>>27792121
Fluttershy, get off the internet.
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bumnp
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Hipstershi when
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>>27793061
>Other ponys catches on the fetish guessing
>More and more mares try to guess anons fetish
>Duplicate tries everywhere
>Too mainstream for fluttershy
>Goes back to be shy and grow an ironic beard
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>>27793086

I would ironically fuck the shit out of that Fluttershy.
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>>27793086
>I liked the hmd before it was cool
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>>27793104
Kek, I can actually see this.

>Hipster Anon ironically fucks Hipster Fluttershy, who ironically tries to escape
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Haven't posted for like 8 somethin months
Has anything important happened since then?
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>>27793221
>Expecting something to have happened
I can tell you haven't been here for a while.
No, you haven't missed much.
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Im about to go out and get a desk for my new room. Also going to look into getting a surface pro tablet thing, for more portable arting!
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>>27793934
Godspeed, based drawfag.
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>>27793934
That line from Fluttershy makes no sense...
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>>27794391
It is a little joke from previous threads.
An Anon pointed out whenever you check the thread for new posts, you're checking out Flutterrape's bottom.
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>>27794438
Out of context it just looks like bad engrish.
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>>27794529
Thats how running jokes are made.

Right Mr. Butt?
Love ya
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>>27794938
>Mr. Butt
If you're implying I'm Nebby, you have failed sir.
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>>27795134
I wasnt, it was just an example
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Alright. This thread has gone too long without green. I got a shit ton of stories to dump in here. 9 posts according to my count. SO. Let's get started with some fr shorts.

as always they're all here: http://www.fimfiction.net/story/307540/fluttershy-wants-in-your-pants

I got two pastebin links where I dump my small one-shits to conserve space, go here: http://pastebin.com/u/FlutterPriest

Also, I got new stories on fimfic, check these out:

http://www.fimfiction.net/story/336002/from-human-in-equestria-to-horse-on-earth

http://www.fimfiction.net/story/335416/the-no-real-reason-party

http://www.fimfiction.net/story/335128/perspective

Now then, on with some green.

>You wake up, as if from some wondrous, impossible dream.
>Sitting up in bed, you look back to your pillow, wondering if it would be nicer to go back to sleep and enjoy that sweet feeling once more.
>But the other side of your bed is cold and empty.
>A dream is just a dream.
>It's probably better to let the rest of the book remain unread, rather than spoil a great thing.
>Rising to your feet, you head to the bathroom and take a shower, a smile on your face and humming a happy tune.
>After performing your normal, age-old, time-tested ritual of using the bathroom, showering, and THEN shaving, you feel clean and refreshed for anything that could come your way.
>Throwing on some pants and a shirt, you head downstairs.
>'Oatmeal sounds like a fantastic meal for today,' you think to yourself, putting oats and some water in a bowl.
>Tossing your bowl of oats into the microwave, because the writer is getting lazy and is putting even MORE electronics in Equestria that probably shouldn't be there, you get your breakfast started and sort through your mail from yesterday.
>Let's see... junk mail, junk mail, notification of eviction, overdue bills.
>You toss the mail aside, smiling to yourself and pretending your problems do not exist.
"I wonder what I should do today?" you wonder to yourself.
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>>27796170
>Stretching your arms out wide, you crack your neck.
>"In fact, I wonder what Fluttershy is up to?"
>Then, as if on command, there are three knocks on the door.
>Turning on the spot you head to the door feeling bright eyed and happy.
>Fluttershy looks up at you, bright eyed and happy, without a single care in the world, her velvet hair shyly cast over one eye.
>Her body stands proud and tall, her stance resolute, her neck caught in the center of a guillotine and-
>Wait fucking what?
>"Hi Anon! Is guro and gore your fetish?" she asks happily, holding a pull string.
"Wait. What? WHAT? FLUTTERSHY NO"
>She rips the cord.
>You slam the door.
>Silence.
>You feel bile rise from the center of your stomach and up your throat.
>You cannot stop it.
>Falling to your knees, you vomit all over the floor of your home.
>Oh god.
>Oh fucking god.
>Fluttershy just decapitated herself on your doorstep
>Oh god.
>...
>Except, there wasn't the sound of the blade falling.
>No whimper of pain.
>Where's the earth shattering scream of pain?
>Rising to your feet, you turn to the door in apprehension.
>Nervously, you open the door and peek outside.
>Fluttershy's packing away the pieces of the guillotine into a cart she used to bring the contraption here.
>She turns to you, curious.
>"Anon?"
"Y-you're alive?"
>She smiles
>"Of course I'm alive, silly! What else would you think?"
>You open your mouth then close it.
>Closing the door to your home, you turn around and move to your kitchen table.
>You pull out a chair and sit down, placing your head in your hands.
>Welp, we're back to this bullshit again.
>You take a deep breath to steady your mini-heart attack in your chest.
>It's just another day in Equestria.
>Another day, just like all the other days.
>When Fluttershy avidly tries to guess your fetish.
>Fucking Fantastic.
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>You sit on your couch, perusing one of your favorite books.

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>>27796184
>You've always been a fan of darker literature, and this book was certainly no exception.
>In fact, in certain parts of Equestria, it's banned.
>It told the story of a young pony that kidnaps a younger foal and Stockholm Syndromes them into loving their kidnapper.
>Except, you can't help but smile, because the story did something rather ingenious.
>It told the story from the kidnapper's perspective, in addition to the kidnapped child.
>So, overtime, the actions that the kidnapper performs seems rational.
>Or, heck, even justified.
>Every chapter sent shivers up your spine, and you notice new pieces of foreshadowing with every re-read.
>Sure, the story was dark and depressing, but you can't help but feel drawn to the characters.
>It was like a video of a train wreck that you can't help but rewatch, even as people flew off the train, in flames.
>A knock at the door grabs your attention.
>Oh! That must be Fluttershy, here for today's guess.
>Welp, it's that time to re-integrate yourself into normalcy again.
>There's no way dark things like in your book could happen in the real world.
>Placing your bookmark in your novel, you set your book aside and rise to your feet, stretching out wide.
>Taking a few careful strides to your door, you take a deep breath.
>Then, placing your hand on the door knob, you open the door wide.
>Sitting on the door is Fluttershy with-
>What's that in her mout-
>Before you even have the chance to think, you fall backward, squealing in pain.
>You fall to the fetal position, red-hot screaming pain radiating from your pelvis.
>Your eyes close, watering as your mouth hangs open, silently screaming in agony.
>Fluttershy looms over you with a wide smile, holding a hammer in her mouth.
>She spits it on to the floor and moves her mouth by your ear.
>"Is genital abuse your fetish, Anon?" she says.
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>>27796193
>You attempt to wiggle your body across the floor to escape your assailant, but you barely manage to budge as it feels like your nuts are bleeding internally.
>"D-did I do too much?" she asks. "I-i'm sorry, Anon! H-here. Let Mama make Mr. Penis feel all better."
>You wave an arm at her in a futile attempt to shoo her away, like an annoying fly.
>Opening your mouth to curse at her, you find bile rise through your stomach and you vomit on the floor.
>That's it.
>It's official.
>You are now infertile.
>Rapisthorse FINALLY fucked you up so much with her fetish guesses that you can't have kids.
>Spitting the extra acid out of your mouth, you roll over to her, glaring laser beams of pure hatred at her entire being.
"If you don't leave," you squeak, as if you downed helium. "I will shit red-hot fury down your throat, and shove your eyeballs in your fucking vagina."
>She stares at you, taken aback.
>Then Fluttershy kicks a hoof at the ground and blushes intensely.
>"U-um. I-is shitting red-hot fury down my throat and shoving-"
"I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!" you shout at the horse.
>Fluttershy leaps two feet into the air as the stench of the vomit begins to permeate through the house.
>She flutters out of the doorway as you lay broken and vulnerable on the ground.
>The door hangs open as tears leak out of your eyes, holding on to your precious, cracked family jewels.
>What the actual shit?!
>Fucking Fluttershy.
>Who the fuck would even REMOTELY get off to someone like this.
>On second thought, never mind.
>You don't want to know.
>All that matters right now is making sure your boys are safe... and maybe a trip to the hospital.


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Pet play - Flutter Hairball

>Honestly, life in Equestria isn't terrible.
>Not all the time anyway.
>You get your typical three-square meals.
>You have a nice house, with air conditioning, your own bed, a toilet.
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>>27796203
>Which, in all honesty kinda sounds like a prison, but you get to go outside whenever you want, and you won't be shanked.
>Except, just like prison, there's one thing you have to constantly worry about.
>Good ol' Flutterrape.
>You sit on your couch, flipping through the channels, sighing to yourself.
>Honestly, what you probably miss most from Earth?
>The animals.
>Not, like, the fish, tigers, bears, or things that can kill you silently in the night without you even knowing.
>More the household pets like cats and dogs.
>They sort of exist here, but there's a huge asterisk around what is technically allowed to talk and what can't in this world.
>For example: Cows? Talk.
>Cats? Don't Talk.
>Donkeys? Talk.
>Dogs? Fuckin. It depends.
>Man's Best Friend alternates from being a completely sentient race that's obsessed with gems or a household pet that is just like a normal dog.
>Like, what the hell are the implications on that?
>Did these ponies take these Diamond Dogs into an internment camp or some fucked up shit and then regress them into dogs? Or-
>A knock at the door distracts you from a perfectly logical line of questioning that probably has no business in a world of colorful, happy, pastel horses.
>Great, it must be Fluttershy.
>Time to go through this shit again.
>You head to the door, pause, take a deep breath, and then open it wide.
>Fluttershy stands on the other side, her pink mane shyly covering one eye, but she's altered her appearance today.
>She wears a set of yellow cat-ears that cap her horse ears and has drawn a set of whiskers on her face.
>She has a little green collar around her neck that goes into one long red leash that she holds out with a hoof.
>"U-uhm. Is pet play your fetish, Anon?" she asks quietly.
>You pause staring at her.
>You fold your arms.
"Fluttershy, this isn't pet play," you correct her.
>She tilts her head nervously, quivering in place.
>"I-It isn't?"
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>>27796218
"No. Pet play isn't just putting on some kitty ears and saying 'Nya!' or 'Mewing' everywhere. Pet play is a serious state of mind where someone-"
>"Somepony..."
"Shut up. They actually begin to have the personality and acting characteristics of the animal they identify as. It's a whole state of mind. Otherwise, it's basically just yiffing."
>"I-is Yiffing your fetish?"
"Fuckin. NO!"
>"T-then is actual pet play your fetish?" she asks.
>She sits on the ground, dropping the leash.
>She holds up one of her hooves and begins to lick it like a kitty cat.
>You cant help but look down with a smile at the little yellow pony, acting all cute in shit.
'Ain't that cute. But it's wrong...' you think to yourself.
>Then, she pauses, staring straight forward at your pant leg.
"Uh," you say to her. "You okay Fluttershy?"
>Then she makes a low gurgling noise from the center of her throat.
>Her body shakes and shudders with each gurgle.
>The motion slowly builds up speed and intensity as she seems to vibrate in place, hunched over.
"Are... are you okay-"
>But the words no more than exit your mouth as her mouth opens and a huge bile-y wad of pink/yellow hair, mixed with brown stomach acid projects from her lips onto your pants, floor and welcome mat.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!"
>"I-is pet play your-"
"FUCKING NO!"
>You slam the door in her face and look down at your ruined pants.
>Jesus Christ.
>See, this shit is why you hate cats.
>You might as well go adopt a fuckin... weird... dog... sex slave thing.
>Whatever it is.
>...
>On second thought, maybe you can live without pets.


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>Dragon Abuse

>Aww yeah.
>It's that day again.
>The one day a week you get to say 'Fuck it, I don't even care.'
>It's Friday.
>Which means...
>Wait, what does that mean in Equestria?
>Probably nothing.
>It's not like 9-5 desk jobs are a normal thing in this world.
6/9 KEK
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>>27796228
>Hell, farmers or ponies who sell goods in the market probably have to work or sell everyday in order to make a living.
>So, with that in mind, is there the concept of a weekend in Equestria?
>Well, there has to be days that the colts and fillies aren't in school, at least.
>That would make sense.
>Anyway, that doesn't matter much to you.
>Fridays are the day you cook up something special for breakfast.
>Two pieces of toast, two eggs, and two of those strips of black market bacon you ordered from the griffon kingdom.
>It tastes great because it's illegal.
>Well, illegal isn't necessarily accurate, more really... socially unacceptable.
>The last thing you need is for ponies to know you eat meat.
>Especially Fluttershy, who you'd suspect would take it one of two ways.
>Either she'd be repulsed, and would end the fetish guesses for forever, or there would be a dozen dead animal carcasses on your doorstep.
>Both... actually have their advantages, when you think about it, but that's not a hump for today.
>Maybe on a hump day.
>And now you really don't want Fluttershy to know that Wednesdays are considered hump days.
>With a sigh, you pull your breakfast materials out of the fridge and prep your pans for cooking.
>At the sound of three knocks at the door, you groan and toss everything right back in the fridge.
>Fluttershy's timing is fucking impeccable as always.
>Grabbing your coffee, you mosey your way to the door and throw it open.
"Mornin' Fluttershy, how are you?"
>Fluttershy stands on the porch beside a familiar baby dragon.
"And hey to you too, Spike."
>"Good Morning, Anon! Today I'm going to-"
>"Hey, Anon," Spike says quietly.
>Silence falls between the three of you.
>Fluttershy slowly turns to Spike as the baby dragon shivers silently.
>"What did I say about making a word?" Fluttershy said.
>"S-sorry, Fluttershy. I-it won't happen again," Spike mumbles.
>You raise an eyebrow and sip your coffee.
"Harsh," you say.
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>>27796239
>"As I was saying, Anon," Fluttershy continues, back to her normal cheery self. "I was wondering if dragon abuse is your fetish."
>You open your mouth to reply, but then you reconsider for a second.
>This little dragon has kinda been a little shit to you.
>He always makes little jeering comments, like a narrator of your failures.
>The dragon seems to do nothing, and gets away with living with Twilight, who's weird, but that's a different story.
>This might be the chance to get a little payback.
"Hell, you never know unless you try," you say, sipping your coffee.
>Fluttershy lights up happily, and then turns to Spike.
>"A-are you sure, Anon?" Spike says. "I-I mean, w-we don't have to do this."
"Oh! Wait! You're right," you say.
>Stepping away from the door, you grab a chair from the kitchen table.
>Setting it in the doorway, you sit down, sipping your coffee.
"Alright. Now we're ready do to this. Go for it, Fluttershy."
>Fluttershy takes a hoof and immediately backhands Spike.
>The dragon falls to the ground, cracking his head on the doorstep.
>"O-ow," he groans as he tries to rise to his feet.
>Fluttershy turns to you, smiling wide.
>"A-anything?" Fluttershy asks.
"You know, I thought I felt a boner coming on, but it mighta just been gas. Carry on."
>Fluttershy kicks Spike back down, and the dragon falls to his back.
>The pegasus flutters to his side and repeatedly kicks him in the stomach.
>"Ow! Ow! OWWW!" the dragon cries. "F-fluttershy! Y-you didn't say-"
>"YOU AGREED!" Fluttershy screams. "IT DOES NOT TALK WHILE IT IS BEING BEATEN!"
>"T-this isn't worth lunch with Ember!"
>You rise from your feet and plant a hard foot in Spike's back.
>He yelps in pain, and Fluttershy looks up with a smile.
"Nah, nothing yet, keep going."
>You sit back down in your chair, sipping your coffee again.
>Spike writhes on the ground, moaning and groaning in pain.
>Fluttershy moves down to the baby dragon and lines one hard kick in-between the legs.
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>Spike cries out, tears falling freely onto the ground.
>His voice breaks the sound barrier as he whines in pain.
>He holds his tender jewels with his eyes closed as he curls into the fetal position.
>Rolling onto the side, you hear him dry heave.
>You rise from your seat, cheering on.
"OH BOY! HE BOUT TO DO IT!"
>Spike's cheeks puff out, then he releases a torrent of green-brown flaming liquid onto the grass on your lawn.
"YEEEAAAHHH!!!!!" you scream out. "This time it wasn't me!"
>Fluttershy smiles, content with herself then trots over to you.
>"Well, was any of that your fetish?" she asks.
>You place a hand to your lip, pretending to consider it.
"Nah, but I think I might know someone who is."
>The pegasus sighs, frowning.
>"Oh well! I'll just have to try something different tomorrow."
>Fluttershy walks by the dragon, reaches for her saddlebag and pulls out a bag of bits.
>Taking two small coins out of her purse, she tosses them on the baby dragon.
>"Clean yourself up. You look pathetic," she says.
>Then she trots away, leaving the dragon stewing in his own vomit.
>He looks to you, a pleading look in his eye.
>With a smile, you close the door and happily stroll to your stove.
"Man, what another wacky day of fetish guesses," you laugh to yourself.
9/9

Yeah. So there. Have that.

...

How are you guys doing?
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>>27796262
Wonderful as always, Priest.
Again, thanks for your seemingly endless contributions.
Speaking of which, are you in college, or do you just have a lot of off time?
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Well, for old times sake.

>Anon
>Be in Navy
>"REVEILLE REVEILLE, ALL HOOVES HEAVE OUT AND TRICE UP"
>You wake up out of your bunk, you pull the sheets and remake it.
>Hear over the speakers "Anon, quarterdeck. Anon, quarterdeck."
>You run over to the quarterdeck on the other side of the ship
>Reach the POOW desk [Pony Officer Of the Watch]
"What's up"
>"You have a new division chief, I'll be transferring out here shortly to head to Canterlot. This was just short notice; I gave them your info, told them to keep an eye out for your and your good performance so far."
"Thanks, Chief."
>"Here she is, Anon; meet Chief Fluttershy. She'll be your new chief petty officer."
>Face breaks
>"I'll leave you both to get acquainted."
>A very long moment of silence follows
>"You may as well grab your ankles now Anon, I'm going to fuck you in every way possible."

>Go UA for 29 days
>Get discharged
>Land in prison
>Worth it
Chief stop fucking me please
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>>27796517
None of the above.

I've got a 9-5 full time job. I just try to write 500 words a day minimum. I just try to do this in the form of fetish guesses.
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>>27796696
>Forcefeeding

>With a yawn, you slowly open your eyes from a wonderful night's rest.
>Man, that was a great dream.
>You were at this wonderful feast, full of meats, puddings, pies, and anything you could possibly imagine.
>It was the sort of happy, bittersweet dream, because here in Equestria, meat is so hard to come by.
>Things could certainly be worse, but here you are.
>Reaching your arms out to stretch your waking muscles, you meet a strange resistance.
>Your eyes open wide, and you look up to your wrists, which are bound to your bedposts with weird, pink fuzzy handcuffs.
"What?" you say aloud, instantly confused.
>You didn't -THINK- you drank last night.
>And it's not like you have some in-depth, well-characterized, emotion-filled relationship you're in.
>So, that rationally only means one thing.
>You gradually move your head down to your chest, where a yellow pegasus, sits happily, perched on top of you.
>"Good Morning, Anon!" she says with a smile.
>You try to kick your legs, but you meet the same resistence.
>"S-sorry about all the binding, it would have been hard to do today's guesses without them.
>You glare at the yellow horse.
"Fluttershy, one of these days, I'm just going to fucking go to the police," you say.
>Fluttershy tilts her head innocently.
>"R-really? I-I thought you already have?"
>You grit your teeth.
>She isn't wrong.
>The officers pretty much laughed at you.
>'A mare that is begging to have sex with you?' one of the officers laughed. 'Boy, we have way bigger problems to deal with than that.'
>But, she shouldn't know that.
>"Yeah, I doubt Celestia would be happy that an Element of Harmony is acting in such a way."
>Celestia's reply letter to you pretty much said the same thing as the cop's reply.
>She thought to herself for a moment, then shrugged happily.
>"I'll take the punches as they come," she says happily. "E-even yours... if that's your-"
"Stop. Shut up," you say, ready for this to be over with. "Just get on with it."
1/3
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>>27796943
>"O-oh," she says. "U-uhm, right. W-well. First of all, is bondage your fetish, Anon?" she asks.
>You look up at your matching pair of fuzzy cuffs.
>You look back down to the mare.
"No," you say, not attempting to mask your irritation.
>Fluttershy looks down at your chest, crestfallen.
>"O-oh. W-well. Then... since I have you here, d-do you mind if I try another fetish guess?"
>You look back up at the cuffs, then back to the pony sitting on your chest.
"I don't think I have a choice," you reply.
>"Y-yay!" she says gently, expanding her wings. "T-then, I wanted to see if Forcefeeding is your fetish!"
"Wait, what?" you say as she flutters off your chest and onto the floor.
>You move your head to the side and see your entire floor filled with different foods.
>Eggs, Salads, Sandwiches, Pasta dishes, Toast, Oatmeal. Weeks upon months of food that probably could have feed starving families for weeks.
"No! NOPE! This is not my fetish?" you reply.
>Fluttershy looks back to the bed.
>Prominently rising from your bedcovers, is your prominent betrayer.
>Wood.
>Morning, wood.
>"The only way to know is to find out!" Says Fluttershy happily.

[hr]

>Two hours later, and you have now eaten enough food to make Matt Stonie shy in nervousness.
>Five boxes of cereal, ten eggs, five boxes of pasta and sauce, a dozen doughnuts, two cups of peanut butter oatmeal, a gallon of milk, three daisy sandwiches and a side salad with ranch.
>And a fucking diet cola.
>Fluttershy holds the last bite of salad on a fork as she stands beside the bed.
>Your face is a flat green, your stomach bulging as you turn your head.
"No... no more. Please," you beg.
>"Awww. Here comes the Choo-Choo train!" she says with a smile.
>She makes little chugging noises as the fork pokes your cheek.
>You turn your head back to her.
"I'll take this last bite if you concede it's not my fetish."
>Fluttershy looks back down to the lower half of your covers.
>Thank the lord, there's no boner.
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>>27796622
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>>27796956
>Fluttershy sighs.
>"Fine," she says, holding the fork up to you.
>You take the bite, and swallow it forcefully.
>The lettuce forces it's way down your throat and flips a lever in your head.
"Oh god," you mutter under your breath.
>"Alright, Anon. You win."
"Fluttershy, undo me right now."
>Fluttershy goes down to the end of the bed and begins to undo the ropes that tie you down.
>You feel the lurching sensation in your stomach.
"Oh god. Now please," you mutter. "Now. Now. Now."
>"Where did I put that key?" she wonders to herself, looking around the floor.
"Fluttershy?!"
>But it's too late.
>As Fluttershy grabs the keys to the cuffs on your dresser, you feel the food bubbling in your stomach.
>With a force that could put Pinkie's Party Cannon to shame, the food decides that it wants out.
>You turn your head to the side, realizing there's no escaping it now.
>The food bursts up your stomach, out your throat and all over your bedsheets and pillow, putting the familiar putrid, acid taste in your mouth as you taste a mixture of Marinara Sauce and Peanut Butter/Cinnemon on your lips.
"Why?" you say, throwing up again, pushing it out of your stomach. "For the love of God, Why-"
>But your words are cut off by another stream covering your covers.
>Fluttershy undoes your cuffs and then flutters away, leaving the dishes on the floor and taking her bondage equipment with her.
>You roll to the non-vomit side of the bed and curl into the fetal position, tears forming in your eyes.
>If you see another piece of food again, it'll be too soon.
>Then again, at least you be seeing the corn on the floor, instead of the toilet.
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>>27796966
You have a rough week, Priest?
Experiencing vomit inducing rage, or other emotions alike?
I love your work, but i am concerned for your health.
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>>27798179
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>fluttershy is there
>she have rape you
>u have cums but ur dixk stuck in here
>she fly away embarrass cus ur dic stuck
>rippd of ur dick! Ow!
>you bleed to deaf
>she puts u in her hous and pretend ur not ded
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>>27799600
uh, k
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>>27799744
Feedback woyld be pleased?
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Bump
Brownee hurt himself again.
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>>27800371
God damn it, the amount of times he's been injured is uncanny for anyone in a lifetime.

Is there a nurse working daily 12+ hour shifts that he's dating and is just using these injuries as a way to spend quality time? It's romantic as shit, but this is getting ridiculous.
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>>27800383
No, but I did go out with a nurse that did my x-rays once.
Though the other nurses love me. They're more older, sassy, large women. Great banter comes from them. One threatened to give me a concussion when I wouldn't stay in bed.
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>>27800403
OOOh, I gotcha, so you have a hospital harem deal going on.

Game recognized. Respect.
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>>27800419
Lovely as those women are, god I hope not.
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>>27800403
>Even the nurses are violent toward him
I was going to post Twilight, but I think this one is more appropriate.
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So it looks like my Starlight story is shaping up to be a actual AU fan sequel of sorts... Are you okay with that, Brownee?
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>>27800536
Yeah, go nuts.
Might wanna make mention of that in the pastebin.
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>>27800383
Now that would make a good story.
>Anon accidentally injures himself
>Nurse Redheart/Fluttershy/whoever is in charge of caring for him.
>Becomes attached to Anon.
>Begins "accidentally" hurting Anon more to keep him under her care.
Has this been done before?
If not, I'd like to see it.
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>>27800636
Yes, Anonpencil wrote one like that. Was pretty hot.

>>http://www.fimfiction.net/story/275335/falling-for-you
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>>27800670
I like it.
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>>27800371
>>27800403
Oh boy, here we go.
What did you do this time to make Death look up from his newspaper again?
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>Your sperm will never bump her unfertilized eggs
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>>27802047
>"Anon... When I said I needed your seed this um, this isn't what I meant."
"What do you mean?"
>"Y-you um, ejaculated all over the eggs my chickens have just laid."
"So? I'm fertilising them."
>"But chicken eggs are already fertilised once they've been laid, see it's how--"
"I don't care about your biology crap, Fluttershy, I came here to breed a new race of chickenmen and I'll be damned before I let some kind of freaky pidgeonhorse stop me."
>Fluttershy watches sadly as you continue to beat off over a basket of eggs.
>The chickens nearby are not amused.
>"What if... you came in me and we made a race of pidgeonhorsemen?"
"That's the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard you say."
>...


>"ABSOLUTE CHAOS DOWNTOWN, PONIES ARE SCREAMING-- THERE'S JUST TOTAL ANARCHY! NO ONE KNOWS WHERE THESE THINGS ARE COMING FROM, THERE'S JUST AN ENDLESS NUMBER OF HYBRID PEGASUS-APE CREATURES RAMPAGING THROUGH PONYVILLE--"

Oh Anon.
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>>27802105
>"That's the stupid fucking thing I've ever heard you say."
Lol, nice Anon.
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>Fluttershy lies in your bed next to someone she was just having hot and steamy sex with
>What do you do?
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>>27802634
"Flutte-- What the fuck?"
>With a squeak, Fluttershy's eyes snap open, the pony instinctively pulling the sheets to cover her adorably fluffy chest.
>"A-Anon?!"
"What the hell are you doing in my bed?"
>"Nothi--"
"Who's that next to you?"
>You jab a finger at the large bulge under the blanket next to Fluttershy.
>Her eyes dart over to it, then back to you.
>"It's um, Angel."
"Angel."
>"Yes."
"Angel Bunny."
>"...Yes."
"The same Angel Bunny sat downstairs nursing the mother of all hangovers."
>"..."
"Don't say--"
>"Yes."
"Covers off. I want to see who you've just fucked in MY BED."
>As you shout the last words, the bulge stirs.
>"Keep it down will ya', ah'm tryin' to sleep..."
>An orange hoof pulls the covers away, and a frazzled looking Applejack gazes groggily at you.
>You can hardly believe your eyes.
"Apple... Jack?"
>She takes a moment to get her bearings, before stating the obvious.
>"This ain't mah bed."
"No, no it's not."
>Fluttershy covers her face with her hooves, bright red and on the verge of tears.
>Applejack looks over at her bedmate, confused.
>"You ain't Big Mac neither."
"No, n--... oh."
>Applejack frowns.
>"This is one-a them bad dreams, ain't it?"
"..."
>She wriggles uncomfortably, as if something is hurting her.
>"Hold on, bear with me--"
>She reaches under the covers and yanks something out from under the them.
>A bright pink face greets the room.
>"Hi girls! Wow, was last night great or WHAT?!"
>Fluttershy is now quietly crying to herself.
>Applejack stares, dumbfounded, at Pinkie Pie.
>Pinkie, on her part, seems thrilled at the current state of things.
>"I thought it was awesome! It was like a party but BETTER!"
>You can only regard the scene with silent disbelief.
>' ooooh... '
>That didn't come from the bed.

1/?
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>>27803003
>Turning slowly towards the wardrobe next to you, you extend a hand and gently open it.
>Rainbow Dash falls out, her face connecting with the wooden floor with a satisfying smack.
>Rarity follows.
>As does... Opal?
>The cat stretches, shakes herself, gives you the usual look of disdain, and stumbles out the bedroom door.
>No doubt to join Angel Bunny at the kitchen table.
>You flex your fingers and exhale, puffing out your cheeks.
"Anyone else?"
>...
>Twilight Sparkle materialises above the bed and drops onto the covers.
>She's covered in oil.
>"Wow, that uhh, that was nuts."
>"Hiya Twilight!!"
>"Hey Pinkie, how long was I gone?"
>"Dunno! I only just got up! Why are you all greased up, Greasy?"
>Twilight hesitates.
>"From what I remember I was so horny I sent myself to a dimension populated only by tentacles and lube."
>"Cooool!"
>"Uh, yeah, 'cool'."
>Rarity staggers to her feet, the crumpled pegasus beside her completely out cold.
>She gives you a single look that conveys everything it needs to.
"Bathroom's on the landing, you can use the shower."
>With a single nod the normally delicate fashionista drags herself out the room with all the grace of a paraplegic buffalo.
>You survey the room, thinking about what to do.
"Pinkie."
>The mare stops babbling to a Fluttershy who likely wishes she was dead, and regards you with a huge smile.
>"Morning Non Non!"
"Mornin'. Could you do me a favour?"
>"Sure!"
"Fuck off back to Sugarcube Corner."
>"Okay!"
>She fucks off straight out the door, hopefully back to Sugarcube Corner.
"Applejack."
>"Wuzzat?"
"Go back to the farm."
>"Thass a good plan..."
"Take Rainbow Dash with you."
>She shrugs.
>"Won't be the first time I'm draggin' her back to my place unconscious..."
>Mumbling to herself, the farmpony grabs her friend's tail between her teeth and plods towards the exit.
>You lock eyes with Twilight.
>She gives you a weak smile.

2/?
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>>27803009
>Knit your eyebrows together in a resolute scowl.
>With a flash of her horn she transports herself back to whatever dimension she warped out of.
>Which leaves...
>Marching over to the side of your bed, you swiftly remove the covers in a single motion.
>The yellow mare beneath them squeaks, trembling as she often does.
>Taking a second to look over the terrified pony, you sigh.
>Carefully sliding your hands under her, you gently lift her off the bed, holding her in an intimate, sheltering embrace.
>She instantly calms down, relaxing against your chest as you carry her towards the other side of the room.
>Her eyes peer up at you, her face scrunching for a second as she sniffs.
>A damp hoof wipes her reddened features, and a small, demure smile works its way onto her lips.
>You regard her with an almost paternal gaze, your own eyes carefully checking her for imperfections.
>For a moment, the pair of you have genuine warmth between you, a sort of unspoken bond formed through a rare, treasured moment.
>She sniffs a final time, her smile fully realised.
>"Ano--"
>Then you throw her out the window.
>Stomp back downstairs before you even hear her hit the ground.
>Sit at your kitchen table.
>Grab the glass of water Angel Bunny was sipping from.
>Toss the water out.
>Replace it with your strongest alcohol.
>Faceplant the chequered tablecloth.
>Try not to cry.
>Start sobbing.
>Life is hard in Ponyville.

3/3
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>>27803022
You think Anon HANGed himself OVER that?
Eh? Tough crowd.
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>>27801301
Fell off the roof and broke two ribs after landing on a bin.
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>Tfw you want to drawfag for flutterrape but you're not a good enough artist
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>>27804273
Trust me, the bar for art in FR is set pretty low. Mostly by me. Entirely by me.

Draw what you want, people here appreciate content no matter what form it takes.
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>>27804304

I might post a sketch or two, although I have problems with having any fucking idea of what do draw in the first place, and my neverending battle with procrastination.
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>>27804330
Could always start with just picking a story you like and draw something from it.
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>>27804273
>>27804304
>>27804330
>>27804356
This whole conversation is giving me some serious deja'vu.

Like, I swear we've had this exact same statement with the exact same replies in the thread before.
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>>27804417
Oh yeah?
YOU'RE A FUCKING FAGGOT.
You remember that?
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>>27805109
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Bamp
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>>27806911
This is what EqG should've been... Sunset isn't even my waifu but holy fuck she looks hot with that grin.
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>>27805153
Niggerfaggot
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Wump
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>You know what you're getting fucking tired of?
>Vomit.
>Like, for real.
>The last few days or so have been a fucking nightmare for you.
>Fluttershy's fetish guesses seem to just continually include some sort of vomiting.
>But, you know what?
>Not today.
>You aren't gonna deal with her sorta bullshit.
>That why you find yourself in Sugarcube Corner today, sipping coffee, because you can't get a good night's sleep to save your life.
>Pinkie Pie strolls past your seat and makes idle conversation in the otherwise empty bakery.
>"So, what's up, Anon?" she says. "I didn't get the chance to see you yesterday. Did something stop you from your normal daily visit?" she asks.
>You sigh to yourself, stirring coffee.
"Oh, you know. This and that. I was Over Watching somepony's house for the day, and I guess time just got away from me. I should be back on track. I think," you say.
>Pinkie Pie stares at you blankly.
>"You know, you can just be blunt and tell them that you were playing-"
"Video games don't exist here, Pinkie Pie."
>Pinkie furrows her brow at you.
>"Uh, Yeah huh they do. The other day I was watching Button-"
"Button doesn't exist, Pinkie Pie."
>"Of course he exists," she says, becoming frustrated. "I just saw him yesterday."
>You wave a hand in front of the mare's face.
"Button Mash doesn't exist."
>Pinkie Pie looks at you blankly.
>"Has anypony ever told you that you're off you're rocker, Anon?"
>You smile and lean back in your booth.
"Coming from you, Pinkie Pie. That's a compliment."
>Pinkie smiles, waving a hoof.
>"Sure thing, Anon. Just lemme know if we go back to your marefriend or something. That was a way better arc."
>Pinkie Pie trots away as you turn towards her.
"Wait. Marefriend? What? I don't have a-"
>"Hi, Anon!" Fluttershy says happily.
>Marefriend.
>Fucking great.
"Hi, Fluttershy, you say, turning to her.
1/3
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>>27809383
>Then, you immediately scoot your chair back.
>This pony is about to blow!
>Her entire body seems to be engorged, especially her stomach.
>Little streams of white begin to run down her nose and from the corners of her eyes.
>"I-Is..." she chokes out, clearly trying to keep her muscles tightened. "Cum inflation your fetish?"
"JESUS CHRIST!" you yell, running from your seat to behind the bakery counter. "PINKIE! TAKE COVER!"
>Pinkie leaps from behind the kitchen, wearing a WW2-esque Military helmet and war paint.
>"DUCK AND COVER," Pinkie yells. "ANON! DETONATE THAT BOMB!"
>You peek your head over the counter to Fluttershy, who's staring at the two of you, completely baffled.
>"U-uhm..." Fluttershy stutters to yourself as you scream.
"NO! IT'S NOT MY FETISH!"
>"O-oh. O-okay," Fluttershy replies, then relaxes.
>You duck behind the counter as you hear a quiet ringing.
>Then, all hell breaks loose.
>Cum shoots out from almost every free orifice that Fluttershy has and projects itself all over Sugarcube Corner, giving all of the cakes, muffins and cookies and extra dose of stallion icing.
>"IT'S GOING EVERYWHERE?!" Pinkie Pie screams.
>You hear the ring of the welcome bell.
>A lime green mare with a rock cutie mark happily hops into the store but is pushed back outside from the torrent of cum.
>After a few minutes, Fluttershy collapses on the ground, her throat sore and cum vomit spree ended.
>You rise from your battlements to view the carnage of war.
>An old, cranky stallion sits in the corner, still eating his cum covered eggs.
>Fertilized eggs?
>Nah, bad joke.
>Cut that. Cut this paragraph from your memory.
>You tiptoe through the solid inch of cum on the ground and make your way to the front door.
2/3
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>>27809400
>Pinkie Pie rises to her hooves and looks between you and Fluttershy.
>"Oh, come on! Isn't somepony gonna help clean this up?
>You look back to the pink mare as you shrug.
"I dunno. You're Pinkie Pie. Can't you do a montage or something and just... immediately clean this up?"
>The pink mare goes blank in surprise.
>"Huh, why don't I think of things like that more often."
>With a shrug, you open the front door and step out of the bakery, leaving your cum covered stalker behind.

3/3
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>You awake to the sound of an eagle's caw.
>It's time.
>Dislodging yourself from your M16 cuddle buddy, you hear her whine slightly.
"Don't worry baby, there are no gun-grabbers in Equestria."
>You grab your aviators from your desk and head to the bathroom.
>Shit, shower, and shave, all without taking your freedom glasses off.
>It's your right to do so, after all.
>Back in your closet, you use your freedom to choose to don your grandpa's WW2 old bomber jacket in lieu of the regular suit.
>Levi jeans protect your freedom of movement, as is your constitutional right.
>For your feet?
>Steel-toed leather work boots.
>Again, it is your constitutional right to have had these things travel with you to Equestria.
>Lady Liberty demanded it.
>Now fully dressed, you descend the stairs of your home into the kitchen.
>You serve yourself up some pancakes, bacon, eggs, freedom fries(not chips,) potatoes, and a burger.
>How can the eagle fly without nutrition?
>Due to your healthy and balanced breakfast, you are ready to take on the day.
>Speaking of which...
>You check the calendar.
>You already knew the date, but you had to do this.
>Grabbing the red marker, you scratch out today's date.
"July 4th."
>You smile to yourself.
>Freedom flies another year.
>With your hygiene and hunger dealt with, you freedom over to your gun rack.
>Well...
>Gun rack implies the guns are all stored there.
>You almost freedom'd over your Javelin while walking down the stairs.
>Anyways, at your gun rack, you survey all your choices.
>Desert Eagle has the word eagle in it...
>M1 is pretty good...
>You eye your Moist Nugget for a bit, before moving on.
>Finally, your eyes rest on your choice.
>An old refurbished French musket, shipped to the States to aid the Rebels in '78.
>Of course it was your pick.
>Open carry that freedom dispenser onto your porch to shine it.
>You grab your green beret before heading outside to stare at the flag.
>A horse stops you.
>Oh right.
>Natives.
Cont.
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>>27809641
>"M-my Anon, you certainly look... patriotic."
>Not bothering to give your enemy the time of day, you boycott looking at her.
"Of course Fluttershy, today is a very special day."
>"Oh I know mister, I read all about America place you wrote about, how they, um, 'raped the faggy Marxists' in the space race."
>You feel yourself smile, staring at that beautiful flag.
"Yep, that's America alright."
>Fluttershy rubs the side of her head against your leg.
>Technically, you could act on your Stand Your Ground laws and legally shoot her, but...
>"I also read about that 'Statue of Liberty' structure you wrote about, a-and I just wanted to know."
>"Do I look patriotic too?"
>Now hovering in front of you is a seemingly oxidized Fluttershy, holding an equally oxidized tabula ansata, and a torch.
>You pull your aviators down a bit, revealing your eyes.
>Damn.
>The Fluttershy of Liberty must see you gawking, as she smiles.
>"Is patriotism your fetish?"
>You pull her into a hug.
"No Fluttershy."
>You look into her eyes.
"America is my fetish."
>With that, you take the beautiful horse into your freedom abode.
>You rail Freedomshy to the tune of the Star Spangled Banner, Hail Columbia, Born in America, and Yankee Doodle.
>Celestia, who watched the act from your window, was so moved by the patriotism she named herself President, made Luna her V.P., formed Equestria into a democracy, and renamed Equestria to Amareica.
>And while beastiality may be illegal in America, you are not in America anymore.
>Oh, and oral sex with animals is legal in Florida.
>Thank God for America.
>Thank God for Florida.
>And finally...
>Thank God for fucking Fluttershy.
Happy fourth boys.
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>>27809650
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>>27809650
Happy America Day!
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Only one freedom green?
This will not due.
Requests boys.
If I manage to not fuck them up enough they'll go on my pastebin
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>>27811962
Guess only Brownee is the only one dedicated enough to doing greens for the day his country decided to be awesome, or whatever that's about.

Only thought I have in mind is if you take the plot of Independance Day, change aliens to changelings and change global destruction to global rape.
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>>27812009
Yeah, we saw how far that went this year. I'll have to try for two next Australia day...

>>27811962
Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnudge.

Applejack, being the most 'Murican... or 'Questrian of the mane 6, overhears Anon talking about his glory days back home, with the 4th of July and the shit that entails. Only she gets a bit of a misunderstanding of the day.
Sure, the fireworks and the food and the freedom and the general Murica aspects of it sound fine and dandy, but she didn't quite hear the name properly. Either way, she invites Anon to the farm for some '4th of July' fun.

It pretty much goes as expected. Fireworks, food... Proper good holiday celebration and whatnot. Though what confused him was it was just him and her.
Then things take a weird turn when she starts hitting on him, and getting all up in his personal space, and attempting to do some sort of weird dance on him, specifically somehow on his crotch. Like a lap dance, except a little odder. Questioning what the fuck, she gets confused and wonders if she's doing 'In-da-pants-dance Day' wrong.
When he corrects her, she feels embarrassed and stupid... but then decides to go for the attitude of 'force freedom on Anon'. Her idea of Freedom being tie him down, let him face the sky with the red, white and blue fireworks, and fuck him 'til he can't walk a day.
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>>27812009
>>27812114
The best thing about taking requests is that you get your whole story planned out by other people.
I'll get right on them friends.
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>>27812009
Never seen either of the Independence Day movies by the way, but the plot seems pretty straight forward...

>"... and that is why we need you Anon!"
>You sit with your feet kicked up inside Celestia's big war room, slurping on some chocolate milk through a very elaborate bendy straw, making an obnoxious noise.
>"Where you even listening Anon?"
"Y-yeah."
>lolno.
>You try to suppress a smile.
>Celestia slams her hooves onto the grand table.
>"For my sake Anonymous! We have solid info that a changeling attack is imminent on Equestria and we need your input!"
"Uh, why?"
>Celestia facehoofs.
>"... Due to my lack of foresight, I mistakenly made you ambassador of your entire race."
>You mumble "idiot" under your breath.
>"You know I can have you legally executed, right?"
>She's bluffing, so you still stay cool.
>Gotta keep that aura of nonchalantness.
"Well Cellypoo, have no fear, because I know how we are gonna save horseland!"
>The other ambassadors have either put their heads in their hooves or walked out, much to the disdain of their princess.
"I'm serious Cell, listen up."
>The princess looks up, a shimmer of hope in her eyes.
>Upon seeing that, you bust up laughing, doubling over.
>Celestia is not pleased.
"O-okay, hooo, for realsies, I have a plan."
"You see, back on my world, my country, America, made a device called the nuclear bomb, and-"
>Celestia silences you with a hoof.
>"Anonymous, you've told me about said bomb a hundred times, and I've told you a hundred times that I will never allow my subjects to create such potential destruction."
"Fine! I have another idea."
>"Really? Is it better than your previous?"
>You glare at the princess, before stealthily leaning to the ambassador of Germaneigh.
"Psst... What did you propose?"
>The Aryan pony gives you a queer look.
>"Are jew kidding mich?"
>Celestia looks unimpressed.
"Well, you rejected my previous statement, and I don't know how to ambassador, so..."
Alright, gotta go party boys, be back later.
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>>27812427
Back from the firework display and listening to garbage country music.
Seriously, am I the only one who thinks we should listen to the national anthem and marches on Independence Day?
Anyways...

"so... I stand by whatever proposal you may or may not have said earlier."
>Celestia bows her head, depression and disappointment plastered across her face.
>"Alright Anonymous, you may go."
"Sweet. See ya toots."
>You slap Celestia's ass on the way out.
>You are escorted by the guards outside.
>"Escorted" being savagely beaten and thrown outside the castle door.
>Luna laughed, so it was worth it.
>With a broken leg and a smile, you limp your way towards the train station, where Twilight and her pals wait.
>Oh great, they'll probably be concerned when they see you.
>What sissies...

>Day triumph in Equestria.
>Approximately two weeks after the meeting with sunbutt, you awake to a Ponyville under siege.
>...
>Turns out, the changeling hordes did not want a land grab this time.
>"OPEN UP PONIES! WE ARE HUNGRY!"
>They want sex.
>Checking out your window, you see the town a blaze.
>Innocent stallions mercilessly ridden by the savage bug pones.
>Mares brutally rubbed against by the changelings and their weird bug horse vaginas.
>Turns out, all changelings are mares.
>Huh.
>Shit, but don't flush, as water has been cut off.
>Showe- wait. Fuck.
>Don't even bother shaving, you just slap on your suit and slide down your stair railing.
>Now in the kitchen, you produce some- oh wait, the changelings have broken down your door.
>...
>Scratch that, the changelings are dying.
>You watch as Fluttershy smashes the defenseless changelings into the ground.
"... You're getting blood all over my floor you know."
>The now bloody "shy" pony temporarily stops her rampage.
>"S-sorry Anon, I just need to make sure these WHORES learn y-you're MY man..."
>A wounded solider tries to limp away.
>The yellow menace breaks her leg.
>She seems to have passed out.
>Or died.
Cont.
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>>27813060
>Fluttershy turns to you, her blood lust seemingly quelled.
>"S-so... are, um, robots your fetish?"
>Your gaze makes her shift uncomfortably.
>Wow, you feel powerful right now!
>"I, um, I would've made myself into a robot if it is your fetish, b-but I just wanted to be sure-"
"It's not my fetish."
>"O-oh! Good. I-I didn't want to be a big robot, but I would be f-for you."
"Cyborg."
>"W-what?"
"You'd be a cyborg, not a- you what, never mind. You wanna know what my fetish is?"
>Flutterbutt flies up to your face.
>"Oh course mister! A-are you gonna tell me? Oh! I'm so excited!"
>You point to the gore behind her.
"What you just did. That right there was my fetish."
>Honestly, it kinda was your fetish.
>A yandere?
>Blood?
>Yes please.
>...
>Wow, you are a deranged human.
>Fluttershy has this blank look on her face, before her pupils dilate rapidly.
>"Of course! I should've known!"
>Fluttershy tackles you to the floor, smearing you in the gore of her fallen enemies.
>Fucking brutal.
>"O-oh mister, just y-you wait! I'm gonna make you s-so, um, w-wet you'll just have to m-marry me!"
>It's cute when she gets like this.
"Alright, well, wanna start now?"
>"A-anon? Are you...?"
>Her voice is barely audible.
>"Are you proposing...?"
>You know what?
>You can save Equestria if you play this right.
"Nope."
>You can't do anything right.
"Uh- I-I mean, no, I'll marry you after you fend off the changeling army."
>Smooth Anon, you're a goddamn genius.
>"O-oh. Okay then."
>You walk with Fluttershy outside, into the awaiting hell of war.
>Sex war.
"well Fluttershy. Godspeed. I'll be waiting here."
>With her mission clear, the sleeping yellow giant awoke.
>The butter wehrmacht descended across Equestria.
>Soon, news rolled in on how a single "yellow savior" bounced from town to town, helping liberate changeling-controlled areas.
>The changeling army was pushed out of Equestrian territory and back to their hive.
Cont.
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>>27813267
>The "yellow savior" was not done, even though the Equestrian theater had technically finished, Princess Celestia declared actual war on the changelings, and launched an offensive with both Solar and Lunar guards, and the cloaked savior leading the charge.
>The hives of the already decimated changelings were now almost completely destroyed.
>When the troops came home, they were met with an Equestria free of changeling rape and probable communism.
>At a grand ceremony in Canterlot palace, the yellow savior made her appearance, and was decloaked.
>The masses, the ambassadors, her close friends, and even the princesses were shocked.
>Did she not tell them she was gonna be gone fighting?
>Oh shoot.
>That was probably why they came to your house crying those couple dozen times.
>Whoops.
>After the obvious hugging and emotional outbursts, you withheld your side of the deal.
>You got down on one knee and proposed.
>You winked at Celestia after the inevitable hug and Fluttershy's screams of joy.
>That wink told sunbutt everything she needed to know.
>Her face was priceless.
>All in all, you indirectly saved the nation of Equestria and got a horse wife.
>Not too bad for an Anon.
>When you got to speak in front of the nation, you made sure to milk it.
"... Uh... this is our Independence Day!"
>The crowds whistled and hollered with joy.
"Yeah! Yeah fuck changelings!"
>You even got the Canterlot crowds to cheer "FUCK CHANGELINGS!" and "E-QUES-TRIA! E-QUES-TRIA! E-QUES-TRIA!"
>It was a good day.
The end.
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>>27812114
"Now, ah hope ah don't bring up any bad memories, but ya don't really ever talk about your home or ya kinfolk Anon, what was it like?"
"My home?"
>You sit with Applejack on a hill overlooking both the farm and acres upon acres of apple trees.
>"Yeah, was it at all like Ponyville?"
>You close close your eyes in reminiscence.
"Ahhh... my home was sorta like Ponyville, in some ways."
>The sun slowly sets in the west, orange and purple hues dancing together with the fading blue, which forever follows the sun down below the horizon.
>Fucking poetic and stuff.
"My home is called America, a very big country, comprised of states."
>The orange pony cuddled up to your side, listening.
>"States? Waddaya mean?"
"Well... There were fifty states last time I was home."
"The states worked together with the main central government to keep everything running smoothly and such. the main government kinda took over though."
"I'm not a big fan of civics though, I'm no judge or lawyer."
>"Ya said there was fifty states?"
"Mhmm, I could name them if you gave me enough time."
>Applejack curled her head up to look you in the eyes.
>"Which state did you live in?"
"I lived in Florida, land of flowers, the sunshine state, as it were."
>She must be able to hear the nostalgia in your voice.
>"That sounds mighty nice Ahnon, do ya miss it?"
"Oh, I miss some aspects of it. You know what I don't miss?"
"The humidity. Some days, you walk outside and your dripping with sweat. We also had things called sunshowers..."
>You continue to relay all this information to Applejack, eventually getting into your nation's history.
"How was America formed? Well..."
>You speak of the discourse between England and her colonies in the new world.
"Their king needed to pay for their war against another country called France, and put tariffs onto the colonies..."
>As time goes by, the two of you fail to notice the sky turn from a deep orange, to a dark blue.
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>>27813822
"... which leads up to the Second Continental Congress, where we declare our independence from England''s monarchy."
>You see Applejack's head rotate ever so slightly.
"While the official document was probably signed a couple days before, we celebrate our Independence Day on the fourth of July."
>"Fourth of July?"
>Right. Now Georgian calendar in horseland.
>Arabic numerals though, because l o g i c.
"Uh, I guess it'd be on the fourth of Cel for your calendar."
>"Ahnon! That is comin' up in a couple days! We gotta celebrate that!"
>You try to spare her the trouble.
"No worries, really Apples, the celebration is usually just fireworks, food, and patriotic music."
"Oh, and beer. Cider in your case."
>Applejack just nodded her head.
>Unbeknownst to you, she was absorbing all this information into her applehorse brain.
>With this information, she was going to give you the best In-da-pants-dance day ever.
>As you continued to blabber on about Floridian oranges and George Washington, Applejack was planning.
>Grannysmith eventually came out to take Applejack to bed and gave you your pay for the day.
>With that, you left for home.

Alright guys, I have to finish this tomorrow morning, it is late over here in freedomland and my mate is trying to sleep. Continue soon.
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Bamp
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>>27815975
I wanna see a draw friend make a comic of twilight talking rarity to squirt in the glass.
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>>27814109
Hello everyone, continuing on...

>A couple days later.
>Day fourth of Cel in Equestria.
>You awake with a kink in your back.
>Fug.
>Making your way to the bathroom, you come to the shocking realization that you almost never brush your teeth.
>Oh well.
>No room in the Triple S.
>Speaking of the Triple S...
>Halfway through your shave, you can hear Derpy come by with today's mail.
"Taxes..." you mumble to yourself.
>With shaving done and toothbrush in mouth, you groove your way down to your mailbox.
>Junk...
>Taxes...
>Oh? What is this?
>A rather drab-looking envelope at the bottom of your daily stack.
>Upon further inspection, you see it is from Applejack.
>How wonderful!
>She could've just came over if she wanted to ask you something though.
>Making your way back inside, you start cooking pancakes while you finish brushing your teeth.
>You leave the letter on the top of the stack and head back upstairs to finish your routine.

>With your morning thoroughly wrapped up, you sit in your kitchen with Applejack's letter and pancakes.
"Hmm... a party?"
>Aj's letter is an invitation to a party.
>A party for what?
>The letter doesn't tell.
>You shrug and continue your day as normal.
>It may be Independence Day, you still have work.

>"Howdy Ahnon! Ya ready for yur party?!"
>An over excited Applebloom bounces along side you on the path to the applefarm.
"Of course. What is it for though? The letter didn't mention-"
>Applebloom bounces high enough to get in your face.
>"It's for yur... uh, how'd ya pranounce it?"
"Independence Day?"
>"Yeah! Your In-da-pants-dance Day!"
>Adorable.
"In that case, happy Independence Day Applebloom." you say with a chuckle.
>She catches sight of Granny Smith a few moments later, and with a single look, sends Applebloom back to her chores.
>Fucking authority figures.
>So, this party is for Independence Day?
>How lovely.
>You continue on to the barn with a patriotic tune on your lips.
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>>27817294
>You knock on the barn door with your signature rap.
>"C'mon in Anon!"
>The smooth southern drawl beckoned you inside, which you complied.
>Once in, you were met with a sensory overload.
>Pies and apple products lined a single table.
>Red, white, and blue streamers hung from the roof.
>Balloons both floated lazily at near the ceiling and rested on the floor.
>A flag even adorned the back of the barn, it had a few errors though, which is to be expected.
>You kinda explained things in layman's terms.
"I-I'm shocked Apples. This is wonderful!"
>You give her a great hug and twirl her about in the air.
>"Whoo-wee Anon! Ah had no idea you'd be so excited, but I'm mighty glad ya are."
>You let her down and she moves towards the barn door.
>"We'll have this little hoedown after we're done working."
>Fug, so much for getting out of work.
>Oh well, duty calls.

>You finish wheeling in your last set of apples for the day.
>Aj meets up with you shortly after.
>"So, ya ready ta party?"
"I certainly am, that food looked stellar."
>Following the orange pony into the barn, you can't help but notice how quick and wide her tail moves from side to side, almost like a windshield wiper.

>You are now Applejack.
>Are you doing this right?
>Your purposefully shake your tail rapidly, wafting your... scent about.
>If granny saw you now...

>You are Anon once more.
>Applejack sits you down at the now candlelit table, blushing.
>"W-well. Eat up!"
>She takes her pick of the apple fritter and you take a slice of apple pie.
>It's good, but it seems both your mind and Applejack's is elsewhere.
>She looks your way every couple of seconds, then points her gaze back down to her food.
>The room is awkward, to say the least.
"The food is g-"
>"Alright Ahnon, jus tell me how ta do it, ah give up."
"W-what?"
>Apples looks up at your with her big emerald eyes.
>"I dunno how this In-de-pants-dance day works. Do I feed you and then I go in yer pants, or-"
"Uh..."
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>>27817694
>"Ah fooey! I knew I shoulda asked more about the celebration itself. Time ta improvise..."
>Applejack flips the table, the food falling to the floor.
>What a waste of good foo-
>The orange pony has grappled onto you now, her vagina in your face as she tries to get past your belt and into your trousers.
>"I-is it supposed to be this hard to get past Ahnon!?" She says, struggling with the belt buckle in her mouth.
"What are you talking about? I thought we were celebrating Independence Day, not Valentines!"
>Ba dum tish.
>Applejack's legs flail dangerously close to your neck and face while she gets her head past your waist line.
>You've seen those teeth devour too many innocent apples, and they are too close to your manhood.
>"St-sthap strugglin' Anon! How am I supposed ta dance when your moving so much? Or is that the point?"
"N-no! Get out of my pants! This has nothing to do with Independence Day!"
>Applejack has manages to get her entire head into your pants, which, while admirable, is not good.
>"Consarnet! What is this thing that keeps touchin' mah face? Is this apart of the celebration Anon?"
>Oh god.
"Do NOT touch that, I repeat-"
>"Ah'm gonna bite it!"
"DO NOT-"
>Life is pain.

>You are Applejack.
>Anon seems to have passed out, probably due to your intense celebration.
>Due to your wit and quick thinking, you were able to salvage what was shaping out to be an awkward night.
>Well done Applejack!
>And they say you're a silly pony!
>You showed them!
>Only problem now is that you're stuck in Anon's pants.
>Maybe you're supposed to be this way until the night is over?
>You'll do it for Anon.
>You sit your flank down, which happens to be on...
>Ohhh...
>Anon's face.
>How lewd.
>You absent-mindlessly grind yourself against his face.
>Maybe this wait won't be so bad after all.
>There's also this thing in Anon's pants to play with.
>The fireworks go off in the night, displaying the red white and blue.
>Thanks Applebloom.
The end.
What a fucking mess.
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>>27817815
>horse raep

A-anon... How did you know that was my fetish senpai?
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>>27818141
I knew because you're in this thread.
The grand paradox of Flutterrape is that, while we write stories of Anon abhoring and avoiding rape, we all want him to be raped.
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Any news on the Glimglam story Anon?
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>You sit at your desk, the page in front of you, pencil in hand.
>With a sigh, you begin to trace each word a single letter at a time.
>Memories of a forgotten day.
>Dreams of a forgotten world.
>A world of dreams that you only visit in the evenings, with closed eyes and open mind.
>She had long, black hair, a gentle smile, a love of books.
>The grass was soft, the sun was shining brightly.
>There was a breeze that lifted her hair in the breeze.
>She said her eyes were brown, but you could have sworn they had an amber color to them, reminiscent of resin gems that held ancient relics of a past long forgotten.
>A past that you can't reach, no matter how hard you cling to it.
>A world you cannot rejoin.
>You remember the softness of the blankets, the wine, her laugh, her skin.
>The gentle heat of her breath as you held her in your arms.
>You sigh, setting the pencil aside.
>What's the point?
>Earth is miles away.
>Everything in your dreams is just a dream.
>She has no name, no voice.
>Just an imaginary construction, a flowing white dress, and a gentle touch.
>It was a way your mind tries to cope with the loneliness in Equestria, you are almost sure of it.
>But, when you wake up, you can't help but wish and stay in that dream, to go back to the place of the mysterious woman.
>Instead, this world has nothing to offer you.
>No future partner. No family.
>Only a handful of creature comforts, and a few measly bits for your day-to-day troubles.
>Is this all there is?
>Is this all there is to your life?
>Scooting away from the desk, your dream, you pace the floor in a melancholy.
>What is left?
>What is left for you?
>There's a knock at the door.
>You know who it is instantly.
>Who else could it be?
>Fluttershy.
>Moving to the door, you place your hand on the doorknob, but stop.
>You rest your forehead against the door, and close your eyes.
>A swell of emotion lifts in your chest.
>You know, today might just be a good day to just... talk to her.
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>>27820471
>Fluttershy probably isn't that bad of a pony once she gets her head out of the gutter.
>Everypony else seems to like her, at least.
>Yeah.
>That's it.
>Today, you're gonna talk to her.
>Maybe make a fresh start.
>You open the door wide, smiling to yourself.
"Hey, Fluttershy, What's-"
>You freeze, seeing a flying horse ass directly in front of your eyes.
>Then, without warning, Fluttershy lets loose a large expulsion of gas directly in your face.
>The putrid smell pushes through your nostrils, down your throat, into your taste buds, into your stomach.
>You feel the warmth on your skin. You see the puckering of her horse anus. You hear the rip through the air.
>This mare, in less than 3 seconds, has disgusted you on all five of your senses.
>You back away, choking, your hands on your throat.
>The bile rises in your stomach.
>The pony turns in air, smiling to you.
>"Is farting your fetish, Anon?" she says happily.
>You fall to your knees, coughing, trying to get air, but you can taste the fecal pungency on your tongue.
>The smell of rotten eggs pushes through your house as you feel the acid in your stomach push to the surface.
>The boiling sensation pushes forward and boils over into the real world.
>Vomit splatters onto the floor.
>Fluttershy stares at you in silence, as you stare at the soiled floor of your home.
>"S-should I take your silence as a yes?" she asks innocently.
"Get the FUCK out!" you scream at her.
>"Meep!" she squeeks loudly, then flies off your front porch, leaving you alone.
>Tears form in your eyes as you try to rise back to your feet.
>You look back to the piece of paper sitting on your desk.
>You look down to the puddle in front of you.
>You look down within yourself, wondering who you really are.
>Wondering if this is really all there is.
>With a sigh, you move into your kitchen, taking a roll of paper towels from above the toaster.
>You pause, staring at the device, then move back to clean up your mess.
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>>27820481
You've been writing a lot about vomit recently Priest.
Should we be concerned?
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>>27821137
Naw. Nothin worth throwing up on the internet.
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>>27821790
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Bamp
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Good morning bump
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Bamp
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Bumparum.
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Bump simulator boys, we're back in buisness!
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>>27820471

For a greentext, this is some quality scribbling. Well done FP.
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Zump
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>You bump your tongue around the inside of Fluttershy's delicious horse anus
>And you dont throw up because you are not a silly billy who likes a pretty pink pony princess
>This actions taken has saved you from page 9 and you will happily do it again.
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>>27821704
>Pinkie Pie insists on coming to your house every morning pretending she's drunk.
>Ponyville is part of a dry county.
>Fucking slut.
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>>27770151
>Why must they die?
Because propellers need to eat too. It is simply Nature's way anon.

Also, haven't been here in a while. Anyone got a "must read" list of completed flutterrape green?
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>>27828612
http://pastebin.com/3L5DMZHi
Go to the bottom of the pastebin for the best.
Many great stories out there though.
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>>27828688
Thx anon. That was an interesting read since I didn't know any of the political details ITT.

I think i know most of those stories already but I'll sift thru them for fresh gold.
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>>27829363
Well if you want a good writefag, I recommend Picklehead42
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>>27829363
Shame that the claim of completed in that list isn't true, like Corruption which I've wanted clever to finish forever. I see he's actually written recently but I'm not gonna get up hopes of him finishing old stuff.
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Goodnight bump
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Wake up u slut
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>>27828688
It's spelled Stumbleine
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WTF
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Not again
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>>27835508
>"Anon, kill me."
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>Its time for the daily fetish guess, so you stand and wait at the door
>PLAP PLAP PLAP
>Three strange noises at the door instead of knocks, alright.
>Hoping for the best you open it to reveal
> https://derpibooru.org/998641?scope=scpe019ea71d384d1087b41564ab9778c21bd7b7a688
>Fluttershy's anthropomorphic ass looks you straight in the eyes.
>You are actually about to throw up, but before anything leaves your mouth something presses to your lips
> https://derpibooru.org/947430?scope=scpe019ea71d384d1087b41564ab9778c21bd7b7a688
>There is a momentary blackness before you can struggle enough to open your eyes.
>This is probably the worse one yet.
>And that's topping hand holding.
>You shutter underneath her.
>She quivers atop you.
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Dfhhk
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Nuuuuuuudge?

Discord (somehow) loses a bet with Anon and is now his personal manservant for a week. Anon does the obvious things... have him clean up around his house. Discord wears a maid outfit in doing so... not cause he was told, it's just the way he is. You clean stuff, you wear a maid outfit. It's funny!

So through general conversation while Anon is relaxing and Discord is cleaning shit, they talk about Anon's relationship status. Not being much into ponies and all that, although he does admit he has looked twice at *insert pony here* and has a little bit of interest... Enough that he would probably ask out if he had the balls to. Discord says that if he wants something to do with his week of manservantude, he could be Anon's wingman in attempting to court this pone. He's spent enough time with the mane 6 to know whats what, and even spied on them plenty, so Discord could probably tell Anon plenty of what they'd like in a guy.
Unfortunately, what Discord wasn't aware of was that while he was bent over to wipe a table or whatever in front of Anon, Anon's dong had been standing at attention. He's not sure whether it's natural for Discord, or an extra effect that comes about from the maid outfit, but Discord's butt when bent over is damn fine! Like a proper good 'dat ass' under that skirt!
Hours and possibly days keep passing and Anon is requesting Discord do some tasks that would get him to bend over so he can see that glorious chaos butt. Eventually he can't take it anymore... With Discord bent over something, Anon is going to take the indecent opportunity to stick his dick in it.
Sticking his dick in Chaos.

Discord eventually gets super uncomfortable and overwhelmed with sexual harassment, he has to get help from the mane 6, or more specifically, the pony Anon mentioned he fancied... or (if she wasn't that pone) Fluttershy, since she'll nut up for confrontations regarding animals or a friend like Discord.
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>>27837848
I don't think I've ever seen a story where Anon did the raping.
Huh.
Another thing I've never seen: Discord rape, anyone got stories?
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>"Why hello, Anon..."
"Oh hey, Discord. What's up?"
>"Oh, you know. Just calling in some favors from some old -friends-."
"Wait, uh"
>Rape
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Bamp
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>>27838319
>"Greetings Anonymous."
"Princess Luna? I had no idea you were coming over, I apologise for the mess."
>"I too, apologise."
"Oh?"
>"Indeed. For my erect penis has been within your rectum this entire time."
>Look down at your cumstained clothes and carpet.
"Damn."
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Story time, everyone. I really hope you enjoy this one.
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>Twilight Sparkle is dead.
>Whilst one might think this would be cause for great alarm, it's actually not that big of a deal.
>So said the residents of Equestria upon rising one morning to find that the newly appointed Princess of Friendship had kicked the royal bucket.
>'She fell heroically in a battle against the dark forces at work against Equestria' is what Celestia told the public.
>What actually happened was that she got a wicked nasty paper-cut and lacerated a major artery during a marathon study-session, and rather than calling for help, tried to finish the chapter she was on.
>To her credit, she had smashed the previous record of 28 hours and was rapidly approaching 40 before her life was cut brutally short by the only thing she'd ever loved.
>But when all was said and done, the funeral delivered, the body buried, and the tears dried, the citizens of Equestria went back to their normal lives.
>Truthfully, everyone was over it about 4 hours after the funeral.
>In the words of one mare: "We never really liked her all that much anyway. Too preachy."
>But it left one pressing question on the lips of the now concerned and worryingly vulnerable masses.
>Who would protect them?
>With Sparkle gone, the remaining Elements of Harmony went back to their day-jobs, unable to fight the enemies of Equestria without their magical powers.

1/?
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>>27840583
>Princess Celestia reasoned that perhaps this was a golden opportunity to move past the shackles of the past.
>To stride forward with a renewed sense of purpose, and to rely on pony ingenuity, cunning, and diplomacy to tackle the many threats Equestria faced, rather than constantly falling back on ancient powers beyond comprehension.
>This idea was quickly swept aside in light of Princess Luna's objectively superior idea to defend Equestria from the spectres that lurk in the night...

"Hi, welcome to the Hero Help Desk. What can I do you for?"
>"Uhh, hi, uhh, I'm uhh, a hero...?"
"Hello A Hero, what can I help you with?"
>"Umm. I need uh, a uh, quest?"
"One quest coming right up!"
>You look at the 'in' tray behind your counter.
>A single battered sheet of paper lies in it.
>Pinch it between your fingers and lift it out carefully.
>Squint at it for a second, then look at the stallion facing you.
>He's short, skinny, can barely hold the axe he's carrying, and has a serious sweat going on just from talking to you.
"A Hero, how do you feel about killing giant spiders?"
>"Uhh, Spi- spiders...?"
"Yes. Big, black, hairy, extremely venomous. You up for it? There's a hundred bits in it for you."
>He chews his lip.
>"H-how big are they?"
"Eh, the slip says they're huge, but that's just to scare newcomers. They're tiny, really."
>Four feet tall is tiny, right?
>"Where um, are they?"
"West of the Everfree Forest, past the Bloodied Gulch, on the other side of the Netherwastes, just short of Discord's Blight. There are a... 'few' dozen of them that need taking care of. How about it? Honour and glory await!"
>"W-well okay! Sign me up, s-sir!"
"Faaantastic! Well I'll just need your signature here, address here, and next of kin here along with their contact details."
>A Hero fills out the form in shaky writing.

2/?
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>>27840589
"You're all set, kiddo. Knock 'em dead."
>He nods nervously and stumbles down the road, struggling to balance his axe on his back.
>You watch him go with a smile.
>Then put his slip in the 'deceased' tray.

>Princess Luna's master plan to save Equestria was, in short, genius.
>At length, it was a massive propaganda campaign to galvanise Equestria's youth into going on dangerous adventures for the good of the nation, and profit.
>All the perks of a military, without the excessive costs that go into training, routines, discipline, weapons and armour, pensions, research and development, or any sort of severe financial burdens that would otherwise create an effective fighting force.
>Instead, unemployed, disillusioned youths and the elderly were eagerly signing up to fight the good fight for a quick buck.
>'As long as it gets them out the house' seems to be the broad public opinion.

>"So I just... take this across town?"
"Yes. The quest clearly states that you are to take this box of goods across town to Sugarcube Corner and deliver it to Mrs Cake."
>"But that sucks! I wanna fight monsters!"
"Sorry kid, not had any monster alerts in today."
>You glance at your frighteningly large pile of monster alerts, a few of which have [URGENT] written along the headers.
>Glance back at the 10 year old before you.
>"My mom said I could be a hero!"
"You are being a hero. If these goods don't get to Sugarcube Corner in time, the whole business could crumble, leading to a food shortage and ultimately starvation, and in the aftermath Ponyville will become divided into warring factions of cannibal tribes vying for dominance over this region and it'll all be your fault."
>The colt tenses up.
>"R-right! Yeah! I got this!"
>He grabs the small box with his teeth off the counter before you and gallops away.
>You watch him go with a neutral expression.
>It's just taking a box to the other side of town.
>He won't die, right...?

3/?
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>>27840592
>You purse your lips.
>Then slowly place his form in the 'deceased' tray.
>With a sigh, you let yourself relax.
>The standard Equestrian weather of beaming sunlight and a cerulean sky hang over you, warming your face as you give out a little yawn.
>Your stand, which is little more than a wooden box with a front desk instead of a door, rarely sees much activity at midday.
>Most adventurers show up on the weekends.
>That's when you have a good shot at selling a dangerous monster hunt to a group of drunken teenagers looking to 'party hard'.
>Sometimes you wonder if all this is worth it.
>If sending disillusioned youths off to die is really the best choice.
>Surely a better state-funded education, a curriculum centred around critical thinking, rationale, and emotional control combined with a stronger emphasis on encouraging the creation of small businesses to boost the job market, and to inspire the pursuit of science and technological discovery could solve Equestria's problems.
>...
>Nah, because then you wouldn't get paid.
>You look left at the poster of Luna on the wall.
>She's spread over a large beach ball giving you a huge cheeky wink.
>The caption "Work harder - or else." is sprawled along the bottom in playful cursive.
>You give it a little mock-salute and look back out over Ponyville.
>Your stand is on a dirt road leading out of the town.
>The view over it is always pleasant.
>It's nice here. It's quiet, and gives you a lot of time to think to yourself.
>There's also the increased chance of snagging a few dimwitted adventurers into doing your jobs.
>Oh, just your luck.
>Here comes one now.
>You put on your winning smile and straighten your back.
>The adventurer hovers over to you, her wings lazily carrying her.
>"Sup. This the help desk?"
"...Rainbow Dash...?"
>"Yeah, hi."
"What are you doing?"
>"Got fired. Need money."
"Wow, I didn't think you could get fired. Doesn't your dad run the weather patrol?"

4/?
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>>27840595
>"Uh huh, but I got caught napping so... you know. Need money."
"So rather than get a job you decided to become a hero."
>"Yup."
"Even though you're likely going to die."
>"Yup."
"...Well today's your lucky day, young lady! I have -just- the job for you!"
>"Awesome! Anything cool enough for me?"
"Damn right there is!"
>You give her a form.
>"...Watchmare?"
"That's right! All you have to do is watch over a VIPs goods for a few hours each night and prevent anything from tampering with them."
>"So I'll just, like, be stood still and waiting?"
"Yup."
>"That sounds boring."
"Oh it'll be terribly boring."
>"Haven't you got anything... cooler?"
"Ehhh, I dunno, I might have -one- more alert."
>You pluck one of your [URGENT] alerts from your frighteningly large pile.
"This is the only other one; you'll just have to like, go west, past Ghastly Gorge, and take care of a few monsters in that general area."
>"Oh cool, so I'll get to beat some stuff up?"
"Yeah...! Beat 'em up... So uh, you up for it?"
>"Sure! Where do I sign?"
>You let Rainbow Dash write out her details whilst you subtly cover the job's details with a strategically placed pair of hands smothering all of the text.
>"Okay okay, so I'm just flying west and beating up whatever monsters I see there, right?"
"Well, there's some old ruins and I think someone maybe saw a few ghouls lurking around, you'll be fine."
>"Sweeeeet, thanks Anon! Catch you later!"
>You beam and wave as she goes.
"Good luck!"
>...
>You look down at the form.
>' ANCIENT HATEFUL LICH-GOD ESCAPED FROM TARTARUS -- IS CURRENTLY RAISING NECROTIC LEGION OF UNDEAD BEAR-WARLOCKS, FUCKDEMONS, AND BLACK MAGI TO END ALL LIFE IN EQUESTRIA -- NEED LEGENDARY HEROES IMMEDIATELY! '
>...
>She'll be fine.
>Pop her slip in the 'completed' tray and sigh contentedly.
>Business is booming.
>Fold your arms on the counter and rest your head on it, closing your eyes and enjoying the sun on your face.

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>>27840602
>Maybe you can enjoy a quick nap before some other poor sap comes along.
>With that, you drift off into the most tranquil of sleeps.
>...
>"Hey mister!"
"Buh?"
>Quickly raise your head, pretending to inspect the polished wooden counter.
"What's up kid? Wanna fight some dragons?"
>The blurry youngster scrunches up his face as everything comes into focus.
>"N-no, I'm here with a quest!"
>Rub your eyes and stretch, trying not to yawn.
"...Come again?"
>"I've come to complete a quest here!"
>That's not right. You didn't give him a quest, and you're the only help desk in this region.
"Let me see that--"
>You swipe for the paper the colt was gingerly offering you.
>' give the cutie at the help stand my best regards '
"Uhh. Sorry kid, I'm not into... seven year olds."
>The colt scowls at you.
>"Have you had her best regards?"
"You have no idea what you're doing, do you?"
>"Um, no? Yes?"
"No."
>"No..."
"Who did you even get this from?"
>"The dagger lady!"
"What dagger lady...?"
>"Her!"
>The kid points a hoof down the road further out of Ponyville.
>Another stand is there.
>That wasn't there before.
>This vexes you greatly.
>A minty green face peers out, sending a sly wink your way.
>...
>Only bad things can come of this.
>"She said she'd give me three whole bits if I gave that to you!"
"Uh, great, well hurry on back and tell her to stay off my turf, I have an agreement with the agency that mine is the only branch in this area."
>"Okay!"
>The colt hurries off back to the other stand.
>You watch him go with vague interest.
>He hurries back, red in the face.
>Though that might just be his coat colour.
>"She says she's not with the agency and that she's there to support heroes!"
"Alright then, tell her to fuck off."
>The kid nods excitedly.
>...
>"She told me to watch my language!"
"Anything else?"
>"Also she has a permit from the Mayor!"
>Dammit.
"Alright, fine. Thanks for letting me know, kid."
>"Bye mister!"

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>>27840608
>The colt runs away down the dirt road.
>You watch the other stand with suspicion.
>After a thought, you pop an 'out to lunch' sign on the desk and leave via the back door.
>March over to the other stand, ready to argue.
>Standing in front of her display, it's almost identical to yours.
>Slap the bell on the desk, whilst noting that you need to get a bell for your desk.
>A mint coloured pony appears instantly from under the counter.
>"Hi the-- oh, it's you~"
"Oh it is, -Lyra-."
>You say, spitting her name out.
>Lyra Heartstrings grins at you.
>"Guess who's helping you ooout?"
"Not you, I hope."
>"Don't be so mean. I'm here to give the heroes you recruit weapons and armour!"
"Why?" you ask with suspicion.
>A distant look of determination crosses her face.
>She gazes past you and into the trees, her eyes misty and reflecting the seriousness of her task.
>"When I see those brave heroes, rushing off into unseen danger to combat the forces that threaten our fair land, I'm just filled with the urge to assist them as best I can. So here I stand, a humble servant of the realm. My work might not seem like much, but I'll sleep better knowing that I made a difference in this cruel and uncertain world."
>She holds a hoof over her heart and tries not to cry.
>You give her your flattest look.
"...Alright, so why are you -actually- here?"
>"I reckon I can scam a few idiots into buying a dagger or two."
"There it is. Well as long as you don't interfere with my business you and I will get along fine."
>"Oh I -know- we'll get along fine~"
"We're not going down this road again, Lyra. I've told you enough times."
>"Come ooon, we made a cute couple!"
"I jus-- look, there's someone coming, and they look like they've just dropped out of college, I need to get back to work."
>You hurry back to the stand and snatch the lunch sign off the counter just as a pony with dreadlocks and a funny smell about him lumbers up to the stand.

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>>27840610
"Welcome to the Hero Help Desk, how may I assist you?"
>"So like, is this the desk where heroes get help, and stuff?"
"Why yes! Yes it is!"
>You fumble around for a high-chance-of-fatality monster form under the counter.
>"Khool, so like, can I just sign up, and stuff?"
>Glance at the form in your hand.
>' Wereponies sighted in the Everfree. *MUST POSESS SILVER* '
>Yes. This will do.
"Indeed, might I ask, do you have any silver on you, buddy?"
>"Silver? Nah bro, I'm broke, you know?"
>He starts laughing at his own comment.
>"Like, no money at all, dawg! Hahaaaaaaa..."
>...
"Excellent! Well I have a nice, easy mission here for you with a handsome reward."
>"Radical, what do I need to do?"
"Just walk into the Everfree Forest and wait until tonight. You'll know what the mission is once it starts."
>"Sounds khool, sounds so khool..."
>Your eye twitches.
"Just ah, sign here and you'll be well on your way to fame and fortune my friend!"
>He slowly accepts the pencil you give him and starts to fill out his details.
>It takes you a moment to realise he's drawing a flower as his signature.
>"What's like, 'next of kin' supposed to mean? Because I identify as a cat, bro, you feel me?"
"Oooh, that's not important, just leave it at your name."
>"Sweet, alright I'm like, gonna go now, peace and love, bro, peace and love."
>He shuffles off.
>Lyra leans out of her stall as he walks away (in the wrong direction: back to town), shouting after him.
>"Hey there! Wanna buy a dagger?"
>"I don't believe in daggers, dude, they keep the working classes down."
>With that, he disappears.
>Lyra glares after him.
>Then looks at you.
>Then at her stand.

>"I just think this is a better arrangement. It's more efficient."
"Moving your stand next to mine is a gross violation of my personal space."
>"Hey Anon, our stands are touching."
"I'd feel disgust but after our second date I think my disgust already reached its peak."

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>>27840614
>"Aww come on, it was just a salad!"
"It was not -just- a salad you fucking--"
>"Excuse me?"
>You both stop bickering.
>A mare has stopped before your stand.
>She smiles, and adjusts her helmet.
>"Hello! My name is Yearning Sunrise! I would like to see your list of quests, please!"
>You blink and stare at her.
"Uhh."
>Yearning Sunrise doesn't lose her smile.
>"Is everything alright?"
"It's just... you're an adult."
>"Aha, well, yes, I am, is that a problem?"
"Not really, I'm just more used to seeing kids and the unemployed come here, not..."
>You look her over.
>Shaped armour, sharpened blades neatly arranged at easily reachable locations on her body, a firm looking helmet sat on her light yellow mane, a sturdy spear strapped to her lilac coated side.
"...Actual heroes."
>Yearning smiles even wider.
>"Well today's your lucky day!"
>Aww man, she stole your line...
"Just a sec, lemmie see what I've got..."
>As you sift through your pile, Lyra leans across her desk.
>"Hey there friend, need a dagger?"
>"Oh my, I was looking for a replacement, yes!"
>"Hows about this beauty? Yours for just a hundred bits."
>"This is a butter knife. And I'm not paying a hundred bits for it, are you trying to scam me?"
>Lyra glances at the knife quickly.
>"...Whatever gave you that impression?"
"Ok, here we are."
>You slide a pile of jobs over the counter.
>Yearning Sunrise happily starts sifting her way through them.
>"I just came here from Stalliongrad, you know."
"Yeah? How are things over there?"
>"Well the merchant district got taken over by a death-cult before I left, but otherwise they're doing quite well!"
"You from there?"
>"Nope, I'm actually from Canterlot."
"Ah, thought so, the accent was a clue."
>"Aha, that obvious?"
"'Fraid so, darling. You been to Ponyville before?"
>"I haven't actually! It's lovely over here, do you get a lot of trouble?"
>You think back to Rainbow Dash.

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>>27840618
"...The odd monster alert now and then."
>"Must be nice, Canterlot's a bit hectic these days."
>She wets her lips and a pauses, looking at a slip.
>"Nothing's really grabbing me here, I'm afraid, I'm a skilled warrior if that helps at all."
"You sure you want to go fighting? I can hook you up with something simple like uh, watchmare duties?"
>"Oh my, that sounds terribly boring."
"It really is. Alright look, I have something here that I can't seem to get rid of."
>You pretend to search for a form under your desk.
>After a moment you take the top form off your frighteningly large pile.
>Casually slide it over the counter to her.
>She takes a second to skim-read it.
>"Trolls?"
"Yes, actual trolls. Not seen them in a while, but a family of them has moved into the area and is ransacking outlying farms."
>Yearning Sunrise develops a confident look.
>"I'll see to it that they never harm another pony!"
>She pulls out her own pencil, signs the form, and takes it with her as she gallops off down the road.
>You watch her go with surprise.
"...Wait, I'm supposed to -give- them the form...?"
>"Wow, she was a bitch."
>You remember your neighbour.
>Lyra sneers after Yearning Sunrise.
>You let out an exasperated sigh.
"Here we go, every other female is a bitch, you know what your problem is Lyra? You just can't handle other people giving me attention."
>"I meant she wouldn't buy my dagger, stop making this about you."
"Lyra that -is- actually a butter knife."
>"You just can't appreciate craftsponyship."
"More like crapsponyship."
>"Top-tier joke. Look, you can talk to other mares all you want, I'm not jealous or anything."
"Lyra you go red when you're lying."
>"So?"
"You're bright red. Come to think of it, that might be why you can't sell anything, she knew you were conning her."
>"Well, I'm new at this so I get to make mistakes."
"Funnily enough you're really good at making them."

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>>27840622
>"Whatever, Anon, you just couldn't handle me in the bedroom."
"Whatthefuck-- who's talking about sex? I was just saying you're a bad liar and always fuck things up."
>"Be honest, I fucked -you- up pretty good."
>She winks at you.
"This is why we got divorced."
>"What? I'm just making a joke, stop being so anti-fun."
"Now lemmie get one thing clear, I'm fun as hell, you're the one that stabbed the mailpony."
>"She was making passes at you! I had to assert myself!"
"She was giving me a hug! Derpy's a saint, you psychopath!"
>"She recovered well enough!"
"Three months in hospital is not 'well enough', Lyra, you stabbed her in the fucking ribs."
>You look at her counter.
>...
"That's the fucking butter knife you stabbed her with!"
>"It's an effective piece of field-tested military hardware!"
"Don't even think about making a dick joke."
>She splutters.
>"BUH!"
"I can read you like a book, Lyra Heartstrings. I know what you're thinking and I know how you operate."
>She scowls at you.
>Then smiles.
>"See, I missed this~"
"Oh don't fucking start."

>"Morning, partner!"
"Since when were we partners, Lyra? Also good morning."
>"Since two years six months and three weeks ago."
>Stare at her.
>"I'm over it. Honest."
>Stare at her harder.
>"...Well, I figured we have a pretty good thing going here; you trick suckers into getting themselves killed, I trick suckers into buying my crap, then I track the suckers down and repossess my goods once they're dead!"
"Alright, that took a really dark turn there and I don't like where you were going with that, but as long as you don't drag me into anything illegal I suppose we can do this."
>"I knew you'd see it my way~"
"Your way is the worst way. Of all the ideas you've ever had, about four of them were good. One of them was letting me break up with you."
>"And another was getting you this."
>She slides a brown paper bag over to you.
"Oh come on..."
>Open the bag up and look inside.

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>>27840626
>Try not to smile.
"You seriously still remember?"
>"Duh. I remember everything about my snugglebuggywubbyhubs."
"I'll forget you said that. Thanks, by the way."
>You reach into the bag and fish out the applesauce pastry.
>They're a weakness, and Lyra knows it.
>"You're quite welcome, paaartner~"
"Why do I get the feeling you don't just mean business partner?"
>"Because I still love you, numbskull."
"Knock it off, horse, we have a customer coming."
>"Knock 'em dead, dear."
"Shut the f-- Hello! Welcome to the Hero Help Desk."
>The stallion shifts nervously before you and Lyra.
>"U-Um, can I have an adventure?"
>Lyra pipes up.
>"Sure can! Carrots, vaseline, make sure no one else is at home. Trust me."
>She winks at him.
>He gives her a nervous look.
>You do as well.
>She huffs.
>"Just making a joke..."
"Uh, yes, we-- I can get you a quest, if that's what you want, friend."
>He nods sharply.
>"Y-yeah..."
"So what's your preferred method of adventuring? Combat? Exploration? Deliveries?"
>The stallion smiles.
>"W-well delivery sounds nice!"
"Excellent!"
>You reach behind the counter and place a large black fragment of obsidian before him.
"This is a piece of a Saddle-Arabian war golem. Back in the day the Arabians made these things by the thousands for their little disputes, but the problem was that every golem they made had a small chance of being completely unhinged."
>He gulps.
"Even though the risks of creating these golems was often touted in the royal courts, the Arabian king decided to keep going. Eventually they made a golem that was to be the ultimate weapon of war, a huge marvel of arcano-engineering that was to finally end the constant bloody conflicts."
>You lock eyes with the stallion.

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>>27840627
"Unfortunately it ended up being one of the one percent of golems that went a bit mad. The golem they created was so evil and full of hate that it nearly wiped out the Saddle-Arabian empire before they destroyed it. It is said that the golem was so gripped with unfathomable anger that merely touching a piece of it would drive ponies mad."
>The stallion, now white with terror tears his eyes from yours and fixates on the fragment.
>"A-a-and th-that...?!"
"Oh. This is just from a regular golem."
>He blinks.
"Yup. Nothing wrong with this."
>You pick it up and wave it around for effect.
"You just need to take it to the royal museum in Canterlot."
>Smile to reassure him.
"Everything alright?"
>His eyes jump between the fragment and your smiling, rosy face.
>"Y-yeah, f-fine. Where do I sign?"
"Here, here, and here, fill out these details, next of kin, blah blah blah..."
>As you instruct him, Lyra gets out her 'stock'.
"There we are! Now you take that form with you, you'll need it once you get to the museum."
>Something you didn't know until you read the employee handbook for the first time last night.
>Turns out you actually get paid based on how many ponies -come back-, not on how many you send out.
>Before the stallion can leave, Lyra speaks up.
>"COUGH COUGH HI HELLO COUGH."
>He jumps.
>You cover your face with a palm.
>"Say, friend, travelling all that way to Canterlot might be dangerous for your health!"
>"Oh um, I was just gonna take the train." he says with a shrug.
>Lyra puts on her best salespony smile.
>"Even so, trains are prone to breaking down and being filled with dangerous vagabonds! You'll need a weapon to defend yourself in these trying times."
>"Okay?"
>"Come, look at my extensive collection of artisan weaponry."
>"These are all butter knives."
>"Ah, to the simple-minded they are! But these are inconspicuous weapons used by master assassins the world over!"
>"...Are you okay? You've gone bright red."

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>>27840630
>"I-It's the heat. Buy a knife please."
>"...Okay."
>You sit bolt upright and bewildered.
>Lyra's jaw drops.
>"Wuh-- excellent! That'll be fifteen bits."
>He winces.
>"And you're sure that these are good weapons...?"
>Lyra reaches over the counter and places a hoof on his shoulder.
>"My friend, I would never lie to you."
>"...You are -really- red right now."
>"It's menopause. Or flu. Fifteen bits."
>Lo and behold, the stallion gives Lyra 15 bits.
>He takes one of the many butter knives and slides it into his saddlebag along with his form.
>With that, he sucks in some air and gives you a nod.
>"Th-thankyou sir, I won't let you down!"
>And with that, he's gone.
>...
>...
>You slowly contort your face into a grimace and turn to face Lyra.
>She's staring straight at you, a look of unfiltered joy stretched across her features.
"Don't say a word--"
>"I SOLD ONE!"
"God dammit."
>"YOU SAID I COULDN'T DO IT BUT I DID!"
"I never actually said that."
>"I MADE MONEY!"
"Yup."
>"ACTUAL MONEY!"
"You did."
>"ARE YOU PROUD OF ME?!"
>You give your 'partner' a good hard stare.
>She can barely contain herself.
>Sigh and rest your head on a hand.
"Yes, Lyra, I'm proud of you."
>She bursts into tears.
>You spend the next 20 minutes or so listening to her wail about how she knew she had it in herself and that she just had to believe in capitalism.
"Are you going to do this every time some poor dumbass buys a knife?"
>"I-I don't think I've ever been this happy!"
"You said that about me saying yes to dating you."
>"This is better than you!"
"Gee whizz, outdone by a knife."
>"EEEEEEEE!"

>"Moooorniiiing~!"
"Mornin'."
>You sit down on your chair behind your counter.
>Lyra was already in her seat, inspecting her inventory.
>"So how are yooou?"
"I'm alright. What's with the cloth?"
>"I'm giving my goods a clean! I bought some silver polish with the hard-earned money I acquired yesterday~"
>She develops a smug look.

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>>27840633
>"Despite some people saying I couldn't do it."
"I never said you couldn't. I think. By the way you're doing it wrong."
>"What?"
"The polishing, you do it like-- look, just give it here."
>Quick a flash, you swipe the cloth and knife from her.
>You work your way around the metal with the cloth, the silver gleaming in the morning sun.
>As you do so, Lyra watches in silence.
>You finish up and give her the knife back.
"There. All cleaned."
>"...That took you like twenty seconds."
"Yeah?"
>"I-I've been here for an hour."
"Jesus, Lyra."
>"I don't have hands! I only have magic!"
"Magic's more precise than hands, isn't it?"
>"No! It's not! It's not even-- polish my knives!"
"Whuh?"
>Lyra scrambles over her counter, along to yours, and dumps all her knives and polish before you.
>"Cleeeean iiiit!"
"What's in it for me?"
>"...Quick blowjob?"
"No."
>"You sure?"
"Quite sure. It's unprofessional to offer your business partner sex in exchange for services."
>"Anon please I need this."
>You push her away with a hand, her soft pony body sliding across the polished surface of the counter.
"Fine, but only if you leave me alo-- ah fuck who am I kidding."
>You grumble as you get to work on the knives.
>As you polish away, Lyra babbles on about how she's thinking opening a school for business since she's clearly a prodigy.
>She always did like to over-exaggerate.
>By several orders of magnitude.
>Still, it's nice to have someone to talk to, you suppose.
>Also she's clearly going to start bribing you with pastries, as evidenced by the pastry you're currently eating, courtesy of your ex-wife.
>You glance at your poster of Luna.
>Her face has been scratched out and shoddily replaced with an old photo of Lyra back when she wasn't crazy.
>You pause mid-polish.
>She was never not crazy.
>...
>You realise now that you've got a terrible taste in women.

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>>27840638
>Dismayed by this, you vent your woes by making the butter-knife between your fingers gleam like a diamond in the sun.
>You're so engrossed in your task, you fail to notice the mare trying to get your attention.
>Mercifully, it isn't Lyra.
>...
>Wait hang on--
>You look up.
>"Hello again!"
"Yearning Sunrise?"
>"Oh good, you remembered my name!"
>She gives you a cheeky wink.
>You can't help but develop a dumb grin.
>Out of the corner of your eye, Lyra is scrunching her face up.
>"Well, I cleared out the trolls. It was quite the scrap, I'll tell you that much!"
>She passes her form to you.
>It's got specks of black blood on it now.
>You think back as hard as you can to the employee handbook.
>Then slowly tick the 'Completed' box.
>Yearning gives you a weary smile.
>"Another job done. Being a hero is rather hard, you know?"
"Yeah I can imagine, just a sec I'll get your reward."
>You fumble around looking for the safe key.
>Having never actually used it, it proves quite a challenge.
>You find it stuffed at the back of a pigeonhole next to your head, covered in cobwebs and dead spiders.
>Opening the safe, you see sacks upon sacks of gold bits.
>Holy Christ.
>No wonder people do this hero stuff for a living.
>Checking the form again, you pull out three sizable sacks of gold and give it to Yearning Sunrise.
>Her eyes bulge.
>"All this?!"
"Well it was a dangerous job, and due to its severity you're given an increased reward."
>She beams at you.
>"Ohh happy days!~ Well, not the for trolls, mind you."
>With a cute giggle, she gratefully accepts the gold.
>You smile and watch as she puts it away in her bags.
"So what will you do now?"
>"Well, I suppose I'll find a hotel or somewhere to sleep, then I'll..."
>She gives you a lopsided, toothy grin.
>"Come back for more."
>Oh dear.
>You might have to put in a request for more safe money.
>"I'll see you later then... sorry, what do I call you?"
"Anonymous."

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>>27840640
>"Anonymous! Strange name, I like it!"
"Thanks."
>Your name's not really Anonymous.
>It's Gayelord Hasselhoff.
>But no one has to know that.
>After lingering for a bit too long, Yearning nods and starts moving.
>"Yes! Well, goodbye Anonymous!"
"Catch you later."
>And with that, she's gone.
>Out of the corner of your eye, Lyra is still scrunching hard.
>Turn to her, and gesture at her with an open hand.
"Proceed."
>"God she's a bitch, coming in here and acting like she owns the place, who does she think she is?! 'oh i'll come back for more!' haha, yeah right I'll give her more of my hoof up her ass if she comes here again stupid helmet-wearing sack of--"
>Lyra can come off as overbearing at times.
>But having lived with her - hell, married her - you've come to learn that she's actually -extremely overbearing- at -all times-.
>You smile and nod as your partner rants on about what she's going to do to Yearning Sunrise when she stops on by next time.
>Lyra won't do really anything, you know her that well.
>She wouldn't make a move on a mare like Yearning. She'd probably die.
>Thinking about this, you really hope Lyra makes a move.
>You have to spend the rest of the day listening to her rave, so you instead just zone out and think about ducks.
>Funny creatures, ducks.
>They have spiral shaped dicks, you know.

"Mornin' Lyra."
>"Uuugh..."
"Hell's up with you?"
>"I ate something weird last night I think..."
>Your intrepid business partner is slumped over her counter, looking green in the face.
>Hard to tell, since she's actually green.
"Oh dear. Maybe you should go home?"
>"No... I need to be here to support you..."
"Mm, nope, I'm good, you go home."
>"No..."
"Lyra go home."
>"Nnn..."
"GO HOME LY--"
>"Hello? Is this the Hero Help Desk?"
>You turn and raise an eyebrow.
>A young stallion wearing a basic copper breastplate and sporting a notched shortsword regards you with curiosity.
>"Are... are you a monster?"

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>>27840642
"No no, I'm the guy working the help desk, what do you need?"
>"Oh, um, I'm looking for a quest? Something uh..."
>He blushes.
>"Maybe a bit easier than hunting demons or anything..."
"Hey now, I can respect that, everyone's gotta start somewhere kiddo."
>You look under your desk for something easy.
>' EVERFREE WEREPONY RANKS SWELLING DUE TO LOW-QUALITY HEROES FAILING - NEEDS URGENT HELP FROM EXPERIENCED HEROES! '
>Nah.
>' KRAKEN IN PONYVILLE LAKE - HAS TASTE FOR ORPHAN BLOOD '
>Eh.
>' ADORABLE KITTEN THAT DOESN'T PRESENT ANY SORT OF THREAT ESCAPED PLAY-PEN, NEEDS BRINGING HOME! '
>Sheesh, these are just brutal today.
>' ESCAPED CONVICT LURKING COUNTRYSIDE - NEEDS BRINGING TO JUSTICE DEAD OR ALIVE. '
>Ah, that'll do.
"Try this on for size."
>You slap the form before him.
>He reads through it and gulps.
>"What uh, what's the convict... you know, done?"
>You look at the additional information provided by the agency that only you are allowed to see.
>' Homicidal maniac; dabbled in cannibalism. '
"...Identity theft. You'll be fine. Just stab him in the kidney and drag him back to the police station here in Ponyville."
>"O-oh, okay!"
>You stare at the young adventurer.
>Then remember that if you want to get paid, he needs to come back alive.
>Gotta start kicking these habits if you want to eat.
>The stallion rereads the form before him, and gulps.
>You puff out your cheeks and scratch your stubble.
"Tell you what, kid... I uh, I think I saw something a bit better suited for you."
>Reaching under the counter, you fish out a non-urgent form.
"It's a delivery job, you gotta take uh... -this- package to Trottingham. Bit of a journey, yes, but the reward is pretty good. Waddya say?"
>He brightens up immediately.
>"That sounds perfect! Oh that's wonderful, thank you!"
>The kid laughs nervously.
>"I-I was pretty worried about having to fight a criminal... I'm not too good at fighting."
"Me neither kiddo, me neither."

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>>27840646
>You get him to fill out the details he needs to, then hand him the form neatly folded up.
>He places it in his saddlebags and smiles at you, the package - a simple brown parcel - on his back.
>"Off I go--"
>"HOOOOLD UP."
>He almost leaps out of his skin.
>Lyra leans over her desk, looking like she's about to do something shady.
>That is, looking completely normal.
>"You travelling to Trottingham? I hear there are demons that way."
>He goes white.
>You roll you eyes and ignore what's about to happen.
>Instead you read through you guidebook again on how to actually do your job properly.
>Oh wow, you get 20 days holiday a year.
>Recruiter told you you only get 1.
>Bastard.
>Glance over at Lyra and her customer.
>He's wearing a pan on his head and his copper breastplate is now covered in tin-foil.
>She's in the process of convincing him that the very same knife she threatened your old neighbours with is in fact the legendary sabre of Sombra.
>Judging by his face, he's totally buying it.
>Literally.
>He leaves, wearing the contents of Lyra's apartment kitchen on his body.
>She gazes happily at the small pile of bits on her desk.
>"Hm? What's that Anon? How am I doing? Oooh you know, just making bank, what about you?"
"I'm trying to figure out how I can kill you and make it look like an accident."
>"Oh shush, these bits go towards your pastries."
>Fuck.
>"Saaaay... I always seem to be buying nice things for you, why don't you do something nice for me for once?"
"Didn't I polish all your stuff the other day?"
>"Yeah, yeah, but other than that."
"I don't like where this is going."
>"Well I'm just saying, we're both pretty alone out here... And I don't know about you, but I've been pretty 'pent up' lately..."
"Lyra..."
>You glare at her.
"I'm not rubbing your fucking belly."
>"OH COME ON!"
"Nah pal, not happening."
>"It's been forever!"
"You only loved me because of my hands."

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>>27840648
>"That's only half-true!"
"Are we really going to bicker about this? I have work to do."
>You quickly check to see if anyone's coming up the road.
>No one.
>Not helping your case, really.
>Lyra scrambles over to your stand.
"Hey- HEY! Off the counter, I just cleaned it."
>Lyra lies flat on her back, staring up at you, her hooves clasped together and pleading.
>"Rub me! I'll give you anything!"
"You're a god damn mess, Lyra, pull yourself together."
>"Just do it! I promise I'll..."
>She trails off.
"What, you forget your own promise now? Gee, that's a new one, NEVER HEARD THAT ONE BEFORE."
>Lyra squints at the sky from her place on her back, peering towards the clouds.
>"Um, sweetie?"
"Don't call me that."
>She sits up, a look of concern on her face.
>"I think a pegasus is about to land on us."
>You look up.
"Oh balls."
>A pegasus slams into your stand at near terminal velocity.
>Because the structure was built by superior human techniques, it takes the hit like a champ.
>The pony bounces off the wood like a sack full of spanners, crumpling onto the dirt road and staying motionless.
>Lyra uses a very large stick to poke its body from where she's sat on your desk.
>You swipe the stick from her and chastise the mare.
"Hooves off, that's -my- investigation rod."
>...
>You also poke at the pony.
"Hey, you alright? Are you alive?"
>What was the protocol for dead bodies?
>With a series of dull cracks, the pony moves.
>You take note of its features.
>A grey-blue coat, and a curious rainbow mane, the coloured streaks almost appearing desaturated.
>You realise that the pegasus is a mare, and as she stirs, you get a good look at her face.
>Her black, soulless eyes, like bottomless pits, regard you with an unnerving intensity.
>Cracked lips peel back to reveal dull yellowed teeth, and her expression warps into a parody of recognition.
>"Hello Anon."
>Slowly, you turn your head to look at Lyra.

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>>27840650
>She carefully takes the poking stick from you again, without any resistance from your part, and steadily pokes it right into the mare's eye.
>She doesn't seem to mind as the stick passes straight through and back out again.
>After a bit of hesitation, your companion pokes the other eye.
>Then the face a few times.
>Then delicately plays with the mare's lower lip with the tip of the stick, causing an involuntary "blib-blib-blib" noise from the decrepit horror before you.
>Lyra gulps.
>"I don't think she's dead, Anon."
"Um, welcome to the hero help desk?"
>The mare before you is silent for a while.
>Then steps forward.
>"Hello. Anon."
"Yes, hi."
>...
>"...Do you really not recognise me?"
"Uh, no?"
>The pony frowns, her decomposing and thoroughly prodded face reflecting her annoyance.
>"Blue coat, rainbow mane, can fly, knows who you are...?"
"Mmm, nope, nothing. Lyra?"
>"Not a clue, sorry, are you related to Roseluck?"
>The pony grits her teeth together.
>"It's Rainbow Dash."
"Oooh!"
>You smile.
"Hiya Rainbow! Love the new look, how'd the quest go?"
>Hell yeah, another one came back, your payday is going to be legendary.
>"Oh it went very well. I guess you could say the experience was TO DIE FOR!"
>You maintain a polite smile.
"Excellent! Well, if you just want to sign this form here to say you've completed your quest, I'll just tick it off and that's a job well done!"
>You pull her job from out of the "deceased" tray and read it again.
>Slowly, the smile drops off your face.
>Slowly, the realisation sets in.
>You look again at the sunken, decaying face of the mare formerly know as Rainbow Dash.
"Oh."
>Rainbow grins.
"Oh dear."
>"The Lich-God rises, Anon. I have seen what power he has, and he has such gifts to share with the world! Join us, and find peace through death."
"Yeah, nah, that sounds a bit shit."

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>>27840655
>You grab a bottle of holy water from your emergency supplies and hurl it at Rainbow Dash.
>It explodes over her, the tonic instantly burning her flesh.
>She screams an unnatural, blood-curdling scream.
>Then begins to melt onto the road.
>The mare curses your name as she shakes her hoof at you before joining the rest of the gore-sludge now occupying the road.
>And then, silence.
>...
>Lyra coughs.
>"Sooo uh, that was..."
"Uh huh."
>You look at Rainbow Dash's form.
>Then at the gore-pile formerly known as Rainbow Dash.
>...
>' Completed [] '
>Filing it away, you turn back to Lyra.
"Anyway, I'm not rubbing your fucking belly!"
>"Pleeeease?"

>"What do you think is gonna happen at the end of all this?"
>You look up from your magazine.
"Whuh?"
>Lyra is, against your wishes, laid on your counter again.
>Her hooves behind her head, she casually watches a lazy cloud moving across the sky.
>"You know, this help desk thing."
"Oh, I dunno, might get a job in a post office maybe?"
>"No you idiot, I mean in general, do you think this whole initiative works?"
"I dunno, maybe? Why do you care?"
>She shrugs.
>"I don't, just making conversation."
"Well Luna and Celestia will think of something. Can't keep doing this forever."
>You look at 'Rainbow Dash', still on the road and now attracting flies.
"Gonna run out of ponies at this rate."
>"Yup."
>Lyra smiles.
>"I totally made that kid wear a pan as a helmet the other day."
"I saw. Same pan as the one from Bon Bon's birthday?"
>"Oooh yeah."
"Shame, lot of memories with that pan."
>"It's in good hooves now. Also convinced him that tin-foil reflects magic."
"Doesn't it?"
>"Pfft, no."
>She smirks, still staring at the clear blue sky.
>"Yes, I was lying about it that one time."
"Mother fucker, I thought you were serious."
>"Heh."
>You listen to the birds twittering away nearby, and a gentle breeze keeps you from overheating.
>Lyra just keeps watching the sky.

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>>27840658
>"So when do you wanna move back in together?"
"I think... never?"
>The mare chortles.
>"You can't deny we had something special."
"'Something special' doesn't necessarily mean 'something good'."
>"That's a matter of opinion."
"Derpy will tell you it's a matter of fact."
>"I didn't even stab her anywhere bad!"
"In the fucking ribs, Lyra."
>"Whatever, she didn't die."
"You have issues, Lyra."
>"My only issue at the moment is having no loving monkey husband to cuddle me at night."
>She looks you dead in the eye.
>"My right hoof is stronger than it's ever been, Anon."
"I really didn't need to know that."
>"Just take me home and fuck me raw, like you did on our third date! No wait, even better, just screw me here on the counter! Yearning Sunrise can watch!"
>"O-oh, my..."
>You blink a few times and crane your head past Lyra.
>She realises what she just said and twists her own head to look.
>Yearning Sunrise stands watching the pair of you, a huge blush on her face.
>"I ah, had no idea you two were an item."
"We're not."
>Lyra gives you a coy look.
>"We could be~"
"Get the hell outta here, I got a job to do."
>You push her off your counter and straighten up.
>Lyra drags herself back to her own stand as Yearning steps forward.
>"Well, I'm back!... what's with the uh, gore-pile?"
"Former element of harmony. Not important. You all rested up?"
>She blinks a few times, but decides not to pursue it, instead putting on her usual warm smile.
>"Quite rested, thank you, and ready for more adventure!"
"Great, let me check what I have."
>Pick up a few forms and sift through them.
"How do you feel about dragons?"
>"I'm not -that- good."
"Minotaurs?"
>"I'm allergic."
"Kraken in Ponyville lake?"
>"Oh, drat, I already killed that when I first came to town."
>You screw up the form and throw it in the bin.
"Cultists?"
>"What sort?"
"End-of-days sort. Real blood rituals and everything. Lots of child murder, it'll be right up your alley."

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>>27840660
>"What kind of mare do you take me for?!"
"Uhh, the righteous kind?"
>She purses her lips.
>"Oh alright, where are they?"
"According to this..."
>You squint at the form.
>Then at Ponyville just down the road.
>Then back at the form.
>Then at Yearning.
"See that house over there?"
>She turns around to look at a normal looking house on the edge of a row of thatched roofed cottages.
>"Yes?"
"That one."
>She blinks.
>"I... really?"
"Yup. That's the place. Seventy one Sunny Brook Avenue."
>"That has a..."
"Death-cult hell-bent on raising their dark master from the depths of the umbral plane, yes. As I said, lotta child murder."
>You scratch your chin.
"That'll explain why they set up shop next to a school..."
>Yearning Sunrise shrugs.
>"Well, at least it's local."
>She takes the form off you and readjusts her helmet.
>It only gets more skewed.
"Here--"
>You reach over the counter and carefully adjust it, tightening the faux-leather chinstrap.
"Much better, go get 'em, hotshot."
>She blushes fiercely.
>"Well well well, look who's being forward. I'll be back in an hour, cutie~"
>She turns and leaves, flicking her tail about as she struts away from you.
>You wipe your forehead.
>Then look left to see Lyra's face almost pressed against yours.
>She looks...
>Well...
>"OH. WELL WASN'T THAT CUTE."
"Personal space, partner."
>"DON'T 'PARTNER' ME, YOU TREACHEROUS BASTARD."
"Volume as well, you're literally shouting at my face."
>Your ex-wife leans back a bit, clearly frustrated.
>"I can't believe you, we've only just broken up and you're making moves on other mares? Are you kidding me?"
"Lyra we've been split up for two and a half years."
>"I KNOW WE HAVE. I SAID I'M OVER IT!"
>You glance at your Luna poster.
>It's now just a framed photo of Lyra smiling innocently and wearing a festive sweater.
>This is getting a bit worrying.

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>>27840663
"Look, I was just fixing her helmet so she doesn't die, it's my job, I work at a Hero Help Desk, Lyra."
>"More like a brothel."
"Oh grow up, haven't you met any nice guys since we broke up?"
>She tries to calm down, attempting to stay cool and collected.
>"I've been around the block a few times, yes."
"Your hoof doesn't count."
>"...I've met a few guys."
"Define 'met'."
>"...Stalked a few guys."
"A few?"
>"...One."
"One?"
>"You."
"Oh so it was you stealing my washing."
>"We were perfect together! I just don't see why we had to break up!"
>A dark cloud forms over the house you just sent Yearning Sunrise to.
"For the last time, we broke up because you can't control yourself, you're destructive and reckless and a danger to yourself and everyone around you!"
>"Ooooh that's rich, let me guess, it's about the mailmare again isn't it?"
"Lyra you literally fucking stabbed her! Then sold the same knife to some stallion a few days ago!"
>"It was field-tested hardware! What was I gonna do, turn down potential profit?!"
"See this is it, you're completely devoid of moral standards! You'll do anything to get ahead, remember the racketeering you pulled?"
>Ominous lights begin glowing in the house's windows.
>"Racketeering my tail dock, I was providing a public service!"
"You threatened that poor old stallion with violence and arson if he didn't pay you to protect him from Ufflesnouts!"
>"A perfectly valid threat, might I say!"
"Ufflesnouts don't even exist, they're a made up creature to scare kids!"
>"Said like someone who's never seen an Ufflesnout!"
"You're so full of shit it's unreal, I'm amazed I didn't divorce you sooner."
>Distant, otherworldly screams can be heard on the breeze.
>"Oh you know what, Anon? I'm sick of this. I'm sick of putting an effort into making you happy, all you ever do is throw my hard work back in my face. Well I did it for you, Anon! I did it all for you!"
"You stabbed the fucking mailpony for me?!"

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>>27840667
>"Love blinds us, Anon!"
"Your total failure to grasp reality blinds you."
>"Right! That's it! I'm taking my shop and I'm leaving! Consider this partnership over!"
"Good!"
>"Y-yeah!"
"Leave then!"
>"...Well I mean can't we at least talk this out a bit more?"
"OH COME ON."
>Before you can tear into Lyra, the roof of the thatched cottage containing the aforementioned cult explodes with an abrupt roar.
>Charred wood and cinders rush into the sky followed by a daunting black shape.
>Great leathery wings unfurl from the being, and a scream shatters the relative silence of the morning air.
>You watch in dumbfounded horror as a terrible beast from beyond the veil circles the skies of Ponyville, its entire form covered in salivating mouths, each one letting loose shrieks that chill you to the core.
>A creature indescribable in its form, a shifting mass of flesh and ever screaming mouths, teeth gnashing, tasting the air of the world it now finds itself in.
>Your very soul shakes at the mere sight of the creature, a deep primal fear and unshakable feeling that what you are witnessing is not supposed to exist in this realm.
>Lyra nudges you.
>"I think your new girlfriend screwed up."
"Neither time nor place, Lyra."
>The horror lands on the Town Hall, its many appendages gripping the wooden structure for balance, its barbed tail lashing around in excitement and anticipation for the imminent culling of Ponyville.
>You quickly start sifting through the employee handbook for tips.
>Lyra dons a pan-helmet.
>"So if we die, can we bang in the afterlife?"
"We need to deal with this before it starts destroying everything, also no we can't."
>You slide a large sword out from your emergency supply kit, as well as a baseball cap that reads "Help Desk".
>Pull on the cap and slide over the counter.
>Lyra seems shocked.
>"Where are you going?!"

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>>27840670
"Says in the handbook that I may have to battle elder-gods from time to time. Plus I get paid a commission for each one I kill."
>Lyra blinks.
>"...If I help do I get a cut?"
"Sure, why not."
>She leaps off the desk and starts running into town.
>You follow suit, trying to figure out which end of the sword to grip.
>As you approach town, you study the creature.
>It looks almost like a dragon.
>A black dragon covered in mouths and tentacles.
>You're gonna be -rich- after this.
>Citizens of Ponyville are running around doing what citizens do in a crisis.
>Looting and screaming.
>You duck and weave around panicked mares and stallions, pausing to dodge the odd flying brick heading for a shop window.
>The beast at Town Hall screeches again.
>Your eardrums pop, and you feel funny, but continue anyway.
>Lyra is keeping pace with you, hastily wrapping herself in tin-foil as she runs.
>Finally, you both stand at the foot of the hall, the great black beast above slowly crushing the thing just by sitting on it.
>You rub your chin and sigh.
"Well uh, where are we supposed to start? Do we just start stabbing its tail?"
>Lyra shrugs.
>"I dunno, doesn't your book tell you how to fight things like this?"
"Uh..."
>You take a moment to consult the handbook.
>As you're fixated on it, the beast opens its main jaws and releases a beam of terrible black energy.
>The beam thunders through the air and obliterates an entire block of houses.
>You ignore it.
>Lyra finishes wrapping herself in foil.
>She looks like a silver mummy wearing a pan on her head.
"Says here we should remove the eyes to blind the creature."
>Lyra looks up.
>"This thing doesn't have eyes, sweetie."
"Then we have to remove the heart."
>"How are we supposed to do that?"
"I guess... get up onto the roof first?"
>She shrugs.
>"Sounds good, I guess."
>You stroll up the steps towards the front door.

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>>27840672
>Hold it open for Lyra as she briskly trots past you, her tail stroking your leg as she does so.
>The pair of you begin to ascend to the top of the hall, not really paying much attention to the wanton carnage happening outside.
>Another scream and explosion signifies a second block of houses being erased from existence.
>You pass a window and glance outside as you pass.
>Ponyville is burning.
>This is gonna look terrible on your yearly report.
>A pair of ladders and a trapdoor leads you and your ex-wife onto the roof of the building.
"Woah, watch your step, the whole thing's shaking."
>"Mm, carry me?"
>Roll your eyes.
>Lyra squeals with joy as you place her on your shoulders.
>She grips your head and giggles like a schoolfilly, unaware of the world-ending bedlam taking place around her.
>You reach a massive black spined claw belonging to the beast.
>Passing your sword up to Lyra, she holds it as you start to climb up the creature's leg.
>She watches curiously.
>"Are you like, related to a monkey or something?"
"Shut up. We evolved from monkeys millions of years ago."
>Lyra stares into space.
>"...I had sex with a monkey...?"
>You stop and wince as the horror you're climbing lets loose yet another eldritch shriek.
>Your head is ringing from the constant cacophony.
>Lyra doesn't seem to mind, instead content to wave your Standard Issue Employee Self Defense Sword around.
>You almost put a hand into one of the beast's many body-mouths, but move it at the last second.
>The mouths are gnashing angrily, as if they know you're climbing over them.
>Eventually, you reach the creature's back.
>How it hasn't noticed you yet is a miracle.
>Lyra admires the view.
>"Hey! We can see our stands from here!"
>She sighs happily.
>"You know, I really feel like we've bonded here, Anon."
"Shut up, lemmie think."
>You scratch the back of your head.
"Dragon hearts are located on their backs, right...?"
>She gives you a deadpan look.

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>>27840676
"Well shit, the only thing I can think of is to get eaten by this thing and figure out where the heart is from the inside."
>"Or we could just, you know, stab that bit."
>She jabs a hoof at something.
>You follow where she's pointing.
>A huge red pulsating area can be seen on the back of the beast's head.
"The hell is that?"
>"Looks like a weak point. Try stabbing it for massive damage."
>You shrug and walk up to it.
>Then poke it with your sword.
>The beast freezes.
>Lets out a squwark like a startled chicken.
>And slumps over, dead.
>...
>...
"Oh."
>Lyra hugs your leg, her tin foil armour crinkling as she does so.
>"Anon you did it! You saved Ponyville!"
"I guess, yeah."
>You peer over the edge from your place on the creature's back.
"Um, how are we gonna get down?"

>"Sure does suck that Yearning Sunrise died."
"You don't think that at all."
>"Heh, I don't."
"You're awful."
>"I can afford to be now, I'm rich."
"Thanks to me."
>"I told you where to stab."
"I climbed the dragon."
>Lyra, once again relaxing on your counter as you count your money, flutters her eyelids at you.
>"See? We make a great team~"
"Nyugh..."
>You look again at your letter from the agency.
>' To Employee #442 '
>' The Agency is thankful for your handling of the Ponyville incident. Please find enclosed 400 bits and a coupon for 20% off at Rarity For You - the hottest new fashion outlet in Manehattan! '
>' Regards, Princess Luna - CEO of HeroCorp. '
>You fold it up again and look happily at your massive pile of gold.
>Lyra rubs a hoof on your cheek as you do so.
>"I looove you Aaaanoooon~"
"I don't care. I really really don't."
>She giggles.
>"Come on, lets celebrate."
"We already had victory sex on top of the dragon. Something I already regret immensely."
>"No you don't, you missed this~"
>She starts rubbing her flank and giving you a seductive look.

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>>27840680
"You're intolerable."
>"Come on baby, gimmie some sugar, afterwards we could go out and kill another dragon~"
"Kill another dragon."
>"Oh yeah, then we can try anal again."
"Kill another dragon..."
>"Uh, yes."
>You look around at your stand.
>Your framed picture of Lyra.
>Your dusty pigeonholes full of documents and forms.
>Your ever-growing pile of jobs.
>As you look, you think back to Yearning Sunrise.
>She seemed like she was having a good time.
>Meanwhile you just sort of sit here all day.
>You lose yourself to your thoughts, completely ignoring Lyra as she babbles on about inane topics.
>Maybe it's time for a change of pace?
>Perhaps this is a good opportunity to try something new.
>You look at your Standard Issue Employee Self Defense Sword.
>And smile.

>"Hey there, friend! Welcome to the Stalliongrad Hero Help Desk, how may I help you?"
"Hi there. Heard there were problems with a death cult?"
>"Oh yes, terrible business, I'm afraid it was all cleared up a few days ago though."
"Oh, damn, you got anything else for us?"
>The stallion purses his lips.
>"Hm, I might have something..."
>He ducks behind the counter and returns with a form.
>"One... or two ghouls and maybe a bear-warlock were sighted in the catacombs under the city, only stragglers, nothing, uh, major. They need clearing out. Shouldn't be too much trouble. Nothing to worry about. Promise."
>He glances nervously at his form.
"Well that sounds perfect, I'll take it."
>The stallion at the stand gives you a broad smile.
>"Wonderful! Are you..."
>He gestures towards you.
>"...Both questing together?"
>You look down at your companion.
>Lyra winks at you.
>Roll your eyes.
"Regrettably, yes."
>He beams.
>"Great! Sign here, here, and here, and I'll need your next of kin."
>You fill out the details as Lyra adjusts her pan-helmet.
>"Fabulous, so you'll need this copy of the form, I'll keep this other one. Happy hunting!"

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>>27840685
>The pair of you turn to leave, an argument starting within seconds about how best to approach the situation.
>As you go, the stallion watches you with a smile.
>He nods to himself.
>"They'll be fine."
>...
>"Theeey'll be fine."
>...
>He puts your form in the 'deceased' tray.

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The End.

Whew. Been a long time since I wrote something that big.

I hope you guys got a kick out of it. I'd originally started it months ago, but abandoned it to play Overwatch and masturbate to Mrs Cake porn.

So I'm sorry for the delays in my writings.

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>>27840691
ur still a butt
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>>27840691
Not sure what to think of this story, was pretty random aside from the Yearning Sunrise parts.
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second time on the starting page i see this thread today

begging you all to lose weight and habe sex please
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I miss the Flutterrape news
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>>27841181
If I lost anymore weight I'd die of anorexia.
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>>27841181
I did one of those things, yet I am still addicted to the drug that is Flutterrape
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>>27840691
Fantastic Nebulus, you truly are a national treasure.
This is easily one of the best stories you've ever written for the thread, no hyperbole.
Seriously, well done.
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>>27840691
This story was wonderful, I loved it.
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>>27840691
G O L D

Poor Yearning, I really liked her.
Sequel when?
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>>27842485
>mfw Yearning actually lived and became the leader of the death cult, trapping Anon with her occult powers for rape.
>Lyra must save her man.
It writes itself!
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>>27755425
If anyone is interested in watching Se7en followed by V for Vendetta, please join us at cytu be/r/mlpstreams (replace the space with a .) in 30 minutes.
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>>27844105
That gave me a severe case of the cozies
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>>27844105
Comfy as fuck.
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>The spinny thing spins and is probably against her horsey vagina
>Stimulating it
>Your clothes once being cleaned of their equine funk is not being soaked with even more equine funk
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>>27844899
Now that's funky.
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bub
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>>27847780
I don't support censorship
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>>27840691
Wtf was that?
And how was it so long?
And where was the >rape?
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>>27841103
Fuck.

>>27841148
Sorry you thought so, I just hope you got a few chuckles out of it.

>>27842073
>>27842144
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'm glad to finally be done with it!

>>27842485
No Sequels™.

>>27849226
That was a story about Anonymous working at a Hero Help Desk.

It was long because I wrote for a long time and didn't see any reason to trim it down.

Rape did not happen. Not that it necessarily needs to in these threads.
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>>27849426
I think a lot of it could've been trimmed down, the randos that showed up felt like filler.
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>>27841190
You know what, now that you bring it up, I do too.
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>>27850300
It was fun, but the guy who did it couldn't keep up with the thread's story output.
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>>27848515
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>>27850349
Heh. Probably not much of an issue these days.
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>>27854956
Heh...
That hurts more than it should.
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>>27855896
Dash you piece of shit, stop being hot.
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>>27851004
Aside from Slasher Science, technicolor shortie and wuten. Does anyone know who wrote more using this premise?
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>>27857206
And of course Handmade
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why is Twirape my fetish
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>>27857935
Because you're an open book.
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>>27857935
DAG GUMMIT, WHAT TWILIGHT GOT THAT I AINT GOT
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>>27858175
Fucking zing!
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PAGE TEN WARNING
PLEASE MIND THE GAP INTO THE ABYSS
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>>27859841
To hell with the Abyss.
The Abyss is a bitch.
...
It has ass for days though. And some killer hips.

I want to cum inside the Abyss.
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Rump
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>>27860927
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>>27844105
I thought that was a buttplug in the last panel but it was just his foot
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FLUTTERPRIEST YOU NIGGER.

STOP PUTTING OFFICE LOVE OFF.
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>>27861184
I agree, cease mimicking african americans and commence production on the latest chapter of Workplace Romance post-haste.
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>>27861205
End this facade of urban youths and commence the finalization of niche amore
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>>27859866
Be careful anon, you're delving into uncharted territory here...
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>>27861858
Join us Anon. Its ok just to watch.
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Are all the /mlp/ archives gone?
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Fuck man. I got lazy with posting the daily stories ive been writing. I've got an 11 post dump coming soon.
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>>27863347
Seems to be working for me.
They went down for a while due to CP, but the guy running it temporarily went with another host name of cuckchan, but now that re-directs back to desustorage, so I guess he got his shit in order.
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>>27863527
I just figured out what you mean, the OP link needs to be changed to desuarchive instead of desustorage though.
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>>27863613
Oh. I didn't realise it was desuarchive now. I just saw desu in the name again and assumed storage followed.
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Derp
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>>27867019
I'm genuinely curious to know what Anon had in mind.
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>>27867071
Violent kissing.
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Taking requests.
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>>27867205
Trixie crashes her cart into Anon's home. She claims it's his fault and demands he provide her with a place to stay until repairs can be done; hijinks ensue.
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>>27867237
Seconding this.
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>>27867237
Fund it
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>>27867237
I love it.
I LOVE IT.
---
>What kind of store sells ropes shaped like nooses?
>You scrutinise the page in the newspaper you're reading.
>25% off ropes, small stools, pens, and paper.
>Huh.
>If you were a suspicious man, you might think the newspaper was trying to tell you something.
>Instead, you just turn the page and keep on reading.
>Friday nights are always the most intense.
>You will sit down and sometimes read the newspaper for -hours-.
>The record so far is 6 hours of hardcore newspaper action.
>As you think of your past accomplishments, you come to the realisation that you might need to get out more.
>Unfortunately, you don't have the money to go out drinking with the girls, and Twilight said she's done paying for you.
>As have the others.
>Not Fluttershy though.
>She's far too enthusiastic to be trusted with buying you drinks.
>All of them so far have arrived with little fizzy pills in the bottom of them.
>If you were a suspicious man, you might think she was trying to take advantage of you.
>Whilst you lament your lack of money and friends, you check the clock.
>11:25pm
>You sigh, stretch, and run a hand through your hair.
>Might as well head to bed.
>A long weekend of reading the newspaper is instore for you.
>Those around you have often said that perhaps you need to get a job.
>It's not like you haven't tried, you have.
>Roseluck was a joy to work for until you found out she had been taking pictures of you on the toilet through a secret hole in the wall.
>Mayor Mare was firm, but fair, as well as a genuinely kind-hearted boss, until you found out she had been taking pictures of you on the toilet through a hole in the ceiling.
>Applejack was great. She worked you hard, but always had a meal and a good day's pay ready for you at the end. You'd have loved to have stayed working for her, until you found out she had been taking pictures of you on the toilet.

1/?
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>>27868239
>She wasn't even subtle like your last two employers.
>The mare just casually kicked open the door and started taking snapshots when your pants were down.
>The seventh time it happened you'd decided that you'd had enough.
>So here you are, jobless, peniless, and friendless.
>The man that said money couldn't buy happiness had clearly never been stranded on an alien world surrounded by shrunken talking horses.
>You fold the paper and cast it onto your favourite chair.
>Bed sounds great right about now.
>Turning to go upstairs, you place a foot on the bottom step.
>An almighty crash rocks the entire house.
>The sound of shattering wood, glass, and crumbling stone-work raise a cacophony about you.
>A myraid of harsh, worrying sounds breaks the silence that previously held the air.
>...
>You take your foot off the step.
>Then turn yourself back to your living room.
>A sizable wooden carriage is parked in the middle of it.
>On its side.
>One of the wheels is still spinning, and you can see the moon through the now gaping hole in the wall of your house.
>Glass and splinters coat the rug, and your sofa was annihilated during the carriage's dynamic entry.
>Cold air rushes into the room, rendering what little central heating you could affort completely null and wasted.
>You blink a few times.
>If you were a suspicious man, you might think that there was something wrong with what you were seeing.
>'Well,' you think to yourself.
>'At least my newspaper is okay.'
>Right as you think that, a rogue breeze rushes in, picks up the paper, and carries it out into the night sky.
>You watch it head for the clouds with sadness.
>Lowering your eyes back to the carriage, you step over a bit of broken glass and approach the door on the front.
>It's still quite a small thing, you are human, afterall.
>Crouch down, then rap your knuckles on the door.
>After a few seconds, the top part of the door opens.
>"Hello? Yes? What is it?"

2/?
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>>27868252
"Excuse me, miss, you've seemed to have taken a wrong turn. You're parked in my house."
>The mare looks around at the carnage she's wrought.
>She goes bright red.
>The glowers at you, adjusting the large wizard's hat she's wearing.
>"Trixie has not 'taken a wrong turn'. YOU simply put your house in the way of my cart!"
"I uh, I-I don't--"
>"Don't you dare question Trixie! She knows when she is right and I don't see you apologising for damaging her cart!"
"Who is... Trixie again?"
>Despite everything, the mare somehow manages to appear even more furious with you.
>Her cheeks flustered, her eye twitching, she starts shouting.
>All this happens whilst she's lying on her side inside her cart, looking up at you through the door.
>An accusing hoof nearly jabs you in the nose.
>"TRIXIE IS THE MARE YOU ARE SPEAKING TO!"
"Oh, sorry."
>"NOT GOOD ENOUGH! NOT EVEN REMOTELY!"
"I'm -very- sorry?"
>The tiny blue horse snorts.
>She then climbs gracefully out of the cart.
>As gracefully as a disoriented and severely agitated pony can.
>Watch with bemusement as she trips over her cape and faceplants the floor.
>She staggers to her feet, cursing the cape under her breath.
>Then resumes glaring at you.
>"The Great and Powerful Trixie demands compensation!"
"I uh, don't have any money."
>She laughs.
>"Ha! Don't make Trixie laugh, a house such as this could only belong to someone with money! Now cough up, or Trixie shall make you rue the day!"
"No really, I don't have -any- money. I've been reading the same newspaper for three weeks now."
>She narrows her eyes.
>"Then how are you to compensate Trixie?"
"I can't, I'm sorry."
>You nervously pick at your fingers.
>For such a small pony, she's got a look that could kill a man a mile away.
>Trixie watches your hand carefully.
>"You have hands... Can you use tools?"
"I used to work on a farm so... sure?"
>Trixie smirks.

3/?
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>>27868258
>"Then you shall repair Trixie's cart!"
"Bu- wha...?"
>She 'hmphs' and struts past you.
>"Trixie shall not hear anything on the contrary. You broke her cart with your stupid house, how you shall fix her cart with your stupid fingers."
"But that could take hours! Maybe even days!"
>The mare pauses for a moment.
>You see her shiver.
>With further hesitation, she jumps onto your favourite armchair and makes herself comfortable.
>It's just the right size for her to sink in nice and snugly.
>She wraps her cape around herself like a blanket.
>Then takes her hat off and uses it as a pillow.
>"In that case, Trixie shall stay here whilst you work."
"Oh come on..."
>"Get to work! Trixie doesn't like to be kept waiting."
"Trixie can suck it, I'm going to bed."
>You stomp past her.
"Also, get out of my house."
>Continue marching towards the--
>Lean your head back into the living room to look at Trixie.
"P-please?"
>Continue marching towards the stairs.
>Ascend them and reach your bedroom.
>At least the cold air can't reach you here.
>Though you fully expect to be freezing by the time you wake up.
>Luna has a thing for nights so cold they turn your blood into ice.
>That's why she's the worst princess by a longshot.
>You curl up under your covers, enjoying the silence and the warmth.
>Tomorrow, you can sort it all out.
>Tomorrow...
>...
>The door slams open.
>Angry hoofsteps storm towards your bed.
>An angrier horse throws back the covers.
>Then gets into bed with you.
>Then angrily wraps them back around the pair of you.
>"How DARE you not invite Trixie to bed! She is -freezing- down there and you have the AUDACITY to deny her warmth and comfort?! Trixie should throw you out!"
"This is -my- house! You can't kick me out of my own house!"
>"Hm. Very well, you are spared Trixie's wrath, but she expects her cart fully repaired tomorrow, or you shall rue the day!"
>You grumble as you shut your eyes.
"Whatever... fucking horse..."

4/?
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>>27868270
>Trixie grumbles in return.
>"Stupid human..."
>...
>...
>You nudge Trixie.
>She grunts in response.
"Um, what does 'rue the day' mean, anyway?"
>"Go to sleep. Trixie is bored of your shenanigans."
"O-oh okay..."

>The next morning, your eyes flutter open.
>Sitting up and stretching, you yawn loudly.
>You take a moment to blink and get your bearings.
>The dream you just had was nuts.
>Some blue horse broke into your house and demanded to sleep with her then repair her cart.
>You look down at your bedmate.
>She's slack-jawed and openly drooling all over your pillow, her tongue hanging out in a comical fashion.
>...Oh shit that actually happened.
>You carefully slide out of bed and try to creep towards the door.
>Slowly grasp the door handle and turn--
>"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING."
>"ALSO GOOD MORNING."
>You sigh.
"I'm going to get breakfast, Trixie."
>"And are you going to invite Trixie?"
"...No?"
>"Wrong answer."
>She leaps out of bed, her stubby, angry legs carrying her towards you.
>"Absolutely disgraceful behaviour, you're incredibly rude! How could you deny Trixie breakfast, for shame!"
>You follow her out the door, stomach groaning loudly and mind groaning louder.
>The unicorn enters your kitchen and sits at the table, shuffling the seat up and sitting straight.
>Then, she stares at you expectantly when you eventually enter after her.
>The two of you lock eyes for a moment.
>You check yourself, then look around.
>Then back at Trixie.
"...What?"
>"Trixie is waiting for her breakfast."
"Are you incapable of looking after yourself or something?"
>"Trixie is completely capable. Trixie is a master of self-preservation, she merely expects you to make her breakfast as penance for destroying her cart."
>You give her a flat look.
>"Trixie would like pancakes, by the way."
>...
>"With syrup."
>You reach into your cupboard and grab the only thing in it, a box of cereal.

5/?
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>>27868239
i want more sir
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>>27868279
>Pour two bowls, then coat it with the last of your milk.
>Slam the bowl in front of Trixie and take the seat across from her.
"Bon appetit."
>"Wha-- Trixie's bowl isn't nearly as full as yours!"
"I'm the host. I get more cereal."
>"OUTRAGEOUS!"
>With a quick flick of her horn, she swaps the bowls before you.
>Then, after a second, steals your spoon as well.
>You visibly deflate.
"I just wanted an easy weekend..."
>"As did Trixie. But now you have stolen it from her. Trixie hopes you're happy."
"I'm positively trilled."
>Trixie smacks her spoon on your exposed knuckles.
>"No sarcasm in front of Trixie!"
"Did you train to be a bitch or does it come naturally?"
>She splutters, getting milk and half-chewed cereal everywhere.
>"Buh-- how DARE you! Trixie s--"
>She wipes her mouth.
>Angrily.
>"Trixie should destroy you where you stand! You shall rue th-- you shall regret this!"
"Then who'll fix your cart?"
>"Trixie shall find another!"
"Well I'm not taking shit from you anymore, Trixie, I'm putting my foot dow--"
>She smacks your knuckles with her spoon again.
>You yelp and withdraw your hand, nursing it.
"Alright! I'll fix it!"
>She smirks.
>"Good. Trixie knew you'd see sense. Now get to work, you can leave your cereal."
"Blow it out your--"
>She levitates her spoon menacingly.
>You sprint out the kitchen.

>"Work faster."
"It takes time to do this, you know."
>"..."
>You continue to tinker with the spokes on one of the wheels.
>They'll need to be completely replaced.
>Preferably before Applejack realises that you've stolen her toolbox.
>Trixie sits on your favourite chair, helping herself to one of your precious apple-juice boxes.
>"This apple-juice is warm."
"That's because the fridge doesn't work."
>"Fix the fridge once you're done fixing the cart."
"Why don't you just let me work? That sound good to you?"
>"Why doesn't Trixie get the spoon."

6/?
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>>27868288
>Your knuckles shiver at the mere mention.
>"In fact, after you've fixed the cart and fridge, take Trixie shopping. She needs someone to help her buy supplies for her shows."
"We're not a couple, you know, you can't just treat me like your beta-boyfriend."
>"Trixie n-never said we were a couple!"
"I know, but the way you're nagging me right now gives off a different impression."
>"Trixie would never date a creature like you!"
"Glad to know."
>You turn your attention back to the spokes.
>Maybe if you destroyed the wheel and replaced it with a giant rubber ball...?
>"Trixie has far higher standards than that!"
"Ya-huh..." you say, absently nodding along with her.
>"She is far too attractive to be seen with such a monster!"
Yyyup..."
>When she realises that you're essentially ignoring her, she scowls and goes back to her juice box.

>"Trixie fails to see what you've done."
>Your smile drops off your face.
"You're kidding, right? Your wheels are fixed!"
>Trixie inspects them closely.
>Her eyes dart to each spoke, checking them for flaws.
>"Hm. You have done a passable job. Trixie will accept it."
"Great, well now we just need to get the cart upright and you'll be ready to go!"
>Trixie ponders this.
>"That is... excellent. We shall have to hurry to the market then to get supplies before it is too late."
"What?"
>"Are you deaf? Trixie said that she wanted taking to market."
"And I said I'm not your damn boyfriend. Do it yourself, you've got legs, haven't you? Walk."
>Trixie watches your face carefully.
>Then slowly levitates a spoon.

>"Trixie requires fireworks for her stage performance, come come, this way."
>The little blue demon leads you through the throngs of ponies milling about in the central plaza in Ponyville.
>A lot of heads turn to see the peculiar sight of the infamous Trixie Lulamoon leading around the local human like a servant.

7/?
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>>27868296
>You try to keep your head down and stay unnoticed.
>Which is difficult when you're the tallest thing in the village.
>"Trixie demands confetti."
>"Trixie requires refreshments."
>"Trixie wants more fireworks."
>"Trixie desires to drop her cape and hat off at the cleaners."
>"Trixie wants to be carried."
>The request pile up over the day.
>You are reaching your breaking point.
>By the time you get back to your house, you're carrying all of her shopping, as well as the mare herself.
>She makes herself comfortable lounging in your arms, making sure to occasionally kick your hands with a stray hoof to make your job that much harder.
>Your eye twitches slightly.
>Stagger through the massive hole in the side of your house.
>Slump against the side of the cart, setting some of the shopping down on it.
>Trixie huffs.
>"Trixie does not approve of her cart being used as a table."
"Trixie needs to shut the hell up."
>"The nerve! Why is that spoon?! Get Trixie her spoon!"
"No."
>She goes red.
>Again.
>Like a spoilt child that doesn't like it when things don't go her way.
>"Trixie shall--"
"Why do you keep saying your name like that? It makes you sound weird."
>"TRIXIE SHALL MAKE YOU RUE--"
"--The day."
>"--THE DA-- AAAAAAAUUUGH!"
>She begins hitting you with her hooves.
>Dump the rest of the shopping on the cart and carry Trixie into the kitchen, the mare pathetically smacking you the whole time.
>You open up the fridge, since fixed at the behest of Her Highness, and pull out the last juicebox.
>Wordlessly give it to Trixie.
>She accepts it with a great many words, many of them negative and aimed at you, and quietens down to suck on the straw.
>Like a god damn child.
>You walk back into the living room and fall into your chair.
>Trixie, still in your arms, snuggles up against you.
>"Tell Trixie she's pretty."
"Who's pretty?"
>"Trixie."
"What about her?"

8/?
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>>27868304
>"Tell her she's pretty."
"Tell who she's pretty?"
>You don't bother looking at her, but you don't hide your shit-eating grin as she fumes in your lap.
>"When are we going to eat?"
"When I magically conjure up a load of money to spend on food."
>Trixie laughs.
>"Typical peasant, not even two bits to rub together."
>Her horn lights up, and the sideways door on her cart opens.
>After a short moment, a small sack hovers out and levitates before your face.
>"Accept this as a gift from the Generous and Merciful Trixie."
>You tenderly accept it, treating the sack like it's going to turn to dust at the slightest bit of force.
>The mare in your lap fixes her mane, a haughty look taunting you.
>"Well? Thank Trixie for her kindness and compassion."
>...
"You had money this whole fucking time?!"
>"Of course! How else do you think Trixie can afford such lavish goods from the stores of Ponyville?"
"You made me pay for it! I'm in debt to every single shop in Ponyville now!"
>You glare at her.
"Do you have any idea what sorts of 'special favours' the mares in this town as for?!"
>Trixie covers her mouth with a hoof and giggles.
>"Trixie can guess. Perhaps she should request a special favour as well."
>The mare bats her eyelids at you and giggles again.
>You notice that she's repositioned herself to a more compromising place in your lap.
>Her hips slowly start moving against yours.
>"Perhaps Trixie likes the idea of a male doing all her work for her."
>She pushes moves her head uncomfortably close to yours.
>"Perhaps she's impressed by your strong hands and capable arms that can carry her wherever she wishes to go~"
"...I want paying for your shopping."
>...
>She stops lightly rubbing herself against you and summons another bag of bits.
>"Fine. Take it, leech."
>She jumps off you and storms over to her cart.
>"Trixie shall sleep in her cart, away from your stench."
>With that, she clambers inside her cart.

9/?
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>>27868310
>It shakes for a while as the pony inside adjusts herself to suddenly being sideways.
>"Trixie is enjoying herself in here! It's so spacious and comfortable!"
>You ignore her and count your money.
>"And no smelly humans are here to embarrass and HUMILIATE Trixie!"
>You could buy -actual food- with this much cash!
>In fact, you might actually go and get yourself some right now!
>With an excited, childlike laugh, you launch yourself from your chair and bound out the hole in the wall towards Ponyville to get some long-sought-after food.
>...
>"Trixie is so happy in here! She's so glad there are no humans in here with her trying to annoy her!"
>...
>"...Hello...?"
>...
>"...Don't ignore Trixie!"

>When you return, bulging shopping bags in hand, Trixie is waiting for you.
>"Oh. There you are. Where have you been?"
"Getting food for the first time in weeks."
>You stroll past the mare, who was sat in your chair, and set the shopping on the kitchen table.
>Once that's done, you crack your knuckles and flex.
"Right. Time to finish this."
>Trixie, watching you, cocks her head slightly.
>"Finish what?"
>You march towards the cart and crouch down, digging your fingers into the rug and under the wooden frame.
>With an intense groan, your legs shaking and back complaining, you tip the cart up off the floor.
>Trixie stares, shocked.
>After a few more grunts, cursewords, and pathetic noises, you manage to set the cart upright.
>You wipe your forehead and suck in air, exhausted from the effort.
"Man, wanted to do that since I fixed those god damn wheels."
>Let out a short, breathless laugh, and lean against the cart.
>Trixie is visibly stunned.
"Well, Trixie. Your cart is fixed and can move again, you have your supplies, I have my money and food, and while I was out I managed to snag another job."
>You nod triumphantly, pleased with how this has all played out.
"So ends out little adventure. Need help getting your cart out?"

10/?
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>>27868319
>Trixie stares at you.
>Then at the cart.
>Then at the food on the kitchen table.
>Then at you again.
>...
>"Trixie... is thankful."
"Oh good. Now get out."
>"She wishes to stay with you."
"Come again?"
>Trixie plays with her tail nervously.
>"Trixie wishes to stay here, with you."
"Uh, no. Cart fixed, money paid, pony leave."
>The little blue mare shrinks slightly, your armchair suddenly appearing too big for her.
>"Ah, very... very well."
"What's the big deal? We've known each other for like two days."
>She nods nervously.
>"Trixie is aware, but, she just felt like we had something going between us."
"Nah, not really. You can go now."
>All of the fight seems to have been sucked out of her.
>She offers none of the hot-headed temperament that had characterised her before as she, without a word, slides off your chair and walks towards her cart.
>The unicorn climbs inside and stands in the doorway.
>From where she is, she's almost eye-level with you.
>"Are you sure?"
"Yup. Quite sure. Plus I need you gone anyway, I'm gonna aim to have builders here in a week or so to fix up this hole that you created."
>Trixie goes red again.
>Her eyebrows knit together as you see a temper rising in her.
>"W-well fine! Trixie didn't need you! She didn't need any of this! She didn't need a warm bed, or a partner, or food on the table, or someone to talk to! She didn't need any of it!"
>You blink, surprised.
>"I-I-- Trixie will just go! GOODBYE!"
>Her horn flares up, and the wooden doors slam.
>The wheels on the cart churn to life with a latent magical energy, and the cart reverses back out the hole it created.
>You watch it go with a frown.
>The cart rolls across the grass, retracing the deep gouges it formed in the soil when it originally careened off the road and slammed into your house.
>It gets about 15 feet away from the hole, then stops.
>You watch and wait.
>Then the door swings open on the cart, and Trixie marches out.
>Uh oh.

11/?
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>>27868330
>She trots across the grass.
>Through the hole.
>Stands at your feet.
>And glares up at you.
>"If Trixie is not your housemate, then she is your neighbour."
"What."
>"As a traveller, Trixie can set up wherever she pleases, and she is not on your property, so there is nothing you can do about it."
"Oh Christ."
>"So. -Neighbour-."
>She glowers at you.
>"TAKE TRIXIE TO THE MOVIES AT ONCE."

12/12
The End.

I didn't proof-read -any- of that.
But I hope you liked it as a quick bit of goofiness.

Been a while since I asked for a request. Was pretty fun to go back and do one.

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Cross-posting...

>Knock, knock, knock.
>Yep, right on schedule.
>Outside, you hear the sound of machinery starting up, which catches your interest.
>Drying your hands on your kitchen towel, you leave your dishes in the sink and go to the front door.
"What's your guess this time..."
>Your voice trails off.
>Fluttershy is in your front yard.
>She weighs 300 pounds if she weighs an ounce.
>Quite a feat for such a diminutive pony.
>She is sitting next to a huge pile of U.S. Federal Reserve notes.
>There is also a wood chipper there, which accounts for the machinery sounds you are hearing.
>And the fat yellow bitch was pitching stacks of cash into the shredder.
>Thousands in legal tender go in...
>Clouds of green confetti come out.
>Fatso Fluttershy grins at you.
>"Are fat people destroying the economy your your fetish, Anon?"
>You get a good run-up and punt her for all you're worth.
>She rolls about eight feet, and your toe is broken.
>You gather up as much cash as you can carry and retreat to your abode, locking the door shut behind you.
>Ameriburger money is worthless in Equestria.
>But if you ever manage to make it home, you'll be set for life.
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>>27868360
exceptional.
Many funs had been induced.
You may always come back and ask for requests if you like, you're quite welcome!
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>"Page ten darling?"
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>>27868572
My fucking sides why!
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>>27870219
maybe
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>>27758008
KEK i could imagine Twilight being Charles Rocket
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lKXbqsPhWJQ
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>>27868360
It's everything I hoped it would be, well done.
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>>27874714
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Wake up Flutterrape stop being so dead holy shit
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>>27877170
You ain't the boss of me, I'll lie down in this grave if I want!
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>>27877362
GET UP AND DO SOMETHING CREATIVE YOU SACK OF SHIT. I DON'T WATCH THE THREAD TICK BY FOR HOURS ON END FOR NOTHING.
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>>27877170
write something then
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>>27876424
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>>27840691
This was very funny and I enjoyed it immensely.
Wonderful work.
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>>27837971
There's one where Anon raped Twilight. And another where Anon raped Octavia. And another where Anon raped Twilight with Discord's help. And one where Anon raped Lyra. All by the same [WRITEFAG] too.
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So what about those random exciting things that give guys boners that aren't necessarily sexual, they just happen to get you excited in a different way that gets your dick up.
If Fluttershy drew the conclusion that whatever you got a boner to was your fetish, what would happen?
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>>27881054
>"Hey Anon~"
"Fluttershy."
>"I've figured out your fetish."
>Shit. She knows about your fling with that Changeling you met a month ago.
"R-really? Oh dear."
>"Mm, I thought it was a bit... odd, but I can see why you like it so much."
"Well, good work, now you don't have to bother me ever again."
>"Oh no no no, now that I know we have to try it out!"
>She grins at you.
>"I've seen what gets you hard..."
>Fluttershy takes a few steps towards you, shaking her rear as she does so.
>"Every morning you wake up hard as a rock."
"...Uh, yeah?"
>"So now I know! After all this time!"
>Her grin becomes less confident and more maniacal.
>"I-I finally know!"
>...
>"SLEEP IS YOUR FETISH!"
"What."
>Before you can respond properly, she chugs down an entire bottle of bull-elephant tranquillisers.
>"MAKE LOVE TO ME A--"
>And she drops to the floor like a stone, white froth dribbling from her open mouth.
>You tap your fingers together nervously.
>Look around.
>And shut the front door, leaving her on your porch.
>"Who was that, dear?"
>You smile and look at your changeling partner, who's giving you a concerned look.
"Oh, no one. Let's get back to it."
>The changeling gives you a devious smile as she holds up lube and sleeping pills.
>Unf.

Yeah, that would be pretty weird.

>>27868589
>>27872609
>>27880300
Ever so glad you liked them.
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>>27881141
I want Neb to cum inside me.
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>>27881054
My boner fuel is crossover stuff. Usually officially. Half the time doesn't matter what it is.
Fluttershit can't do anything without that without ripping holes in reality and potentially ending several universes.
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>>27881054
>Be human in pony school.
>Doing pony math.
>Man, horse algebra sucks.
>Start eyeing that variable.
>Your pupils shrink to pinpoints.
>Damn.
>Erection forming.
>Stealth masturbate in your seat.
>Drip semen onto the floor.
>Hear a cough.
>Look over to your neighboring student.
>A young Fluttershy with braces, huge perscription glasses, and a blush, stares at your penis.
>Then she stares at you.
>...
>She is gonna ask to see it at lunch, isn't she?

>At lunch.
>Eating silently with Fluttershy, because no friends.
>"C-can I see your p-pee pee again?"
>Fuck.
"Yes."
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>>27882780
I don't think I've ever seen Tracer not smile.
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>>27883044
CONTINUE FAGGOT
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>>27882155
Well okay then.
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Bump-a-rum.
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>>27886169
Heh heh, Sixty-Nine.
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>>27883756
jus 4 u bud

>Day Teus in Eqestria.
>You are Freshman Anon.
>"Wake up son~!"
>Your lovely pony mother, despite always being able to wake at such an ungodly hour every morning, seems to get you up out of bed every morning.
>Mumbling a curse for being roused from slumber, you shuffle to the shower.
>Taking your daily penance, you singe your sickly, pale skin with literal fire water.
>While rubbing mane shampoo into your bald green head, you think of what tests you have coming up today.
>None of which you've studied for.
>Ayy.
>Finishing your daily S's, you saunter over to your uniform, already layed out.
>Thanks mommy.
>With clothes and hygene accounted for, you sit at the table and await your eggs.
>"Sorry Nonny, no eggies today, you woke up late~!"
>Mother's singsong voice rings true, despite the dire news it spells.
>"Get going honey~!"
>Fuck.
>Bag on back and toast in mouth, you're off, sprinting towards Pony school.

"Uguu! I hope I'm not late, Sensei-san!"
>"...Shut up Anon."
>Cheerilee, the only teacher in ponyschool, has become jaded, constantly depressed, and agitated, due to her shitty position in life.
>No teacher's unions in Equestria, lel.
>You listen to your teacher's wisdom and take your seat.
>"H-hello Anonymous..."
>Your cheery disposition is now ruined.
>Fellow freshman Fluttershy has made her existance known.
"Domo arigato, Flutter-chan..."
>Flutter-sama seems confused.
>"W-wha-"
"Hello, Fluttershy, jeez..."
>The recently held-back Rainbowdash throws a paper ball at the back of your head, and calls you a faggot.
>What a bitch.
>"Alright... class. Ten minutes left of homeroom, no touching eachother, you hear me, Rainbow?"
>Rainbow sniggers and throws another paperball, this time hitting Rarity, who sits to your left.
>Rarity is now wailing on the floor, crying her eyes out and screaming about the destruction of the pegasai.
>Fluttershy passes you a note.
>'Do you like me? Yes or no.'
>You circle no and pass it back to her.
Cont.
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>>27886879
Just as quickly, Fluttershy passes you another note.
>'Ever since the first time I saw your face, I knew we were meant to be together. This is my first love letter to you, though I've written many. I don't know if you know this, but I have a penis, and I've-'
>You look up from the note and at Fluttershy.
>She gives you a shy smile and rotates her hooves, as if to say ''keep reading."
>You look over to Cheerilee.
>Face deep in a magazine.
>Homeroom ended ten minutes ago.
>You continue reading the note.
>-I've always wanted to feel the insides of you. How your virgin anus would feel grasping at my cock sounds truly divine, and not a day goes by where I can't help but think about that for hours. I don't just live you for your impressive simian body, which is just fantastic by the way, I also love your personality. How you handle things just drives me wild. You makeme feel so hot that I sometimes masturbate in class, then rub my semen onto your clothes or your work-'
>Your eyes snap up back to Fluttershy.
>She spots a demure smile and a deep blush.
>She licks her fingers, which drip a white-
>Oh god.
>Oh god why.
>You check your papers in body for semen, and while you seem clean, you notice yellowing spots on some of your work.
>You feel the need to vomit.
>Another crumpled note reaches it's way onto your desk.
>'Don't stop reading my love~'
>Shivering, you return to the original note.
>'-work, I wonder if your mother has noticed? Oh, the thought just turns me on! Gosh, I just want you so so so badly!'
>When does this end?
>'So, I've devised a plan to make you mine forever, isn't that great? We can run away together to Las Pegasus and get married! But first, we'll have to fake our deaths-'
>You flip the page over.
>'-deaths. It will be really easy, I'll come to your house, I already know where you live (I've watched you sleep many times, so don't worry,) we'll draw some of your blood and make a trail to the window, then, we'll-'
Cont.
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>>27887022
>That's enough.
>You quickly crumple up the paper and hand it back to Fluttershy.
>"Anonymous! Are you passing notes?"
>"Give that to me right now!"
>Oh fuck.
"H-here, but you gotta understand-"
>"Shush Anon, I shall read this to the whole class!"
>Cheerilee has really adopted a shitty attitude, she should become a kindergarden teacher.
>She begins to read off Fluttershy's letter, much to Applejack's, Rainbow's, and Rarity's delight.
>Fluttershy is as red as a raspberry.
>As Cheerilee's face quickly distorts to disgust, you lean over to Fluttershy and whisper,
"You are in so much trubs, you weird-"
>"ANONYMOUS! THIS IS SOME OF THE MOST VILE, PREVERTED, DISPICIBLE WRITING I'VE EVER READ!"
>Cheerilee rattles off how 'your' writings are going straight to the pony principal, and that she is calling the pony police.
>Then, it dawns on you.
>Fluttershy never wrote her name on that paper.
>Cheerilee hasn't graded our work in months, so she doesn't know what our handwriting looks like.
>And you passed the note to Fluttershy.
>"GO STRAIGHT TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE, ANONYMOUS!"
>Knowing better then to argue with a hysterical teacher, you begin your walk of shame.
>Rainbowdash throws another paperball at your head, still giggling at the letter.
>Applejack throws an apple at you.
>Rarity gives you that look only Stacys can pull off, the worst kind of smug.
>Fluttershy makes a heart gesture with her hooves, and mouths 'I'll see you tonight.'
>You exit the classroom and trek to the principal.
>This place really blows.
>Your pony mom is also totally gonna take away your xbox and spank you with the wooden spoon.
>Fuck Equestria.
The end
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b u m p
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>>27887910
u lil shit, I oughtta gob smack you with my tally whacker.

fuk u nd you image.jpg what even is that. Be bet with 9 gogo rockers you ziggo
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>>27888010
m o b i l e r i s e s
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>>27883145
Well she is about to get fucked up by Gul'dan, after already having her shit slapped by Arthas, so...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-8g_qxJvT7g
Either way, the implications of plot stuff (as in story, not butt) gives me a wicked boner of joy...

Don't even think I'd care if Fluttershy would jump on at that point, it would transcend.
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bunb
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>>27888759
>Fluttershy joins the Nexus
>Rapes absolutely everything and everyone.
>Diablo.
>Azmodan.
>Artanis.
>Morales
>Tyrande.
>Illidan.
>All 3 Lost Vikings
>Even Harrison Jones in the middle of Sky Temple.

No one is safe.
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Managed to write... one sentence for my story this week.

Progress always seems to slow down to a halt.

I already promised a story for the Sunset Shimmer thread too... Technically it can go in the Twilight and Starlight threads too.
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>>27889824
>Managed to write... one sentence for my story this week.
Ohhhh, preach it.

I'm distracted so easily these days that I feel like if im gonna do it, I'll need to turn off the internet and go sit in the bathtub with the laptop (without water, obviously).
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>>27890133
My stort is far from done. At least your story is halfway there.

Although it seems like the universe doesn't want you to finish yours...
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>>27868360
You know how to bring me out of hiding, Nebulus. Loved it.

Have a shitty drawing.
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>>27893848
Now I wanna see Anon fawning over some pone ass like that one moment in gangnam style
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