[>IT HURTS] #14 Bitches Get Stitches edition

https://www.dropbox.com/s/2i0or7f3whxrqdy/Cadence%20x%20Rainbow%20Dash%202.mp4?dl=0

>>27839539
What is this thread about?
Maybe you should add a short description to the OP.

>>27839717
>What is this thread about?
>IT HURTS

>>27839717
Fuck off newfag

>>27839717
Read newfag, just read.

>>27839767
>>27839804
>>27840047
He has a point. We get this question every thread.

>>27840402
Then he can take his point, and repeatedly and forcefully insert inside you until both of you fuck off

>>27840402
But we have a bunch of different stories. And the most I remember from the original prompt is Pinkie walking up to Anon telling him what Rarity wanted him to do as she insulted him about it, Pinkie having a quick panic attack about saying it, then Anon going off to hang out with Sweetie. Maybe get hit on by Scoots and Bloom while their at it.

>>27840402
Being so new that you don't know why the description got removed

>>27840413
A short summary of each story would be good enough. At least link directly to each story and not the author's general pastebin.

>>27840428
>Being so new you don't know the difference between a description and a prompt.
>Being so new you can still get salty about the second coming.

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J-just let Spoon be happy, damnit.

>>27834519
>You nearly flick it off of your desk.
>The only thing stopping you is that it doesn't matter.
>Read it. Don't read it. Doesn't matter.
>The square unfolds into a torn scrap of notebook paper.
>"I'M TRYING TO HELP!"
>You glance over at Diamond and sigh.
>A few minutes later, she slides another note in front of you.
>"I MADE SURE NO ONE FOUND OUT ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED IN THE LIBRARY, DIDN'T I?"
>If only she hadn't.
>Then the rumors had been about you, not some other girl.
>You could live with that.
>It would have ruined your life, but it's ruined anyway.
>There's no point to living.
>Another note.

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>>27841200
>Another note
>You unfold and read it
>"Silver Spoon, M.A.D Agents have taken over CHS, Dr. Claw must be stopped at any cost."
>"This message will self destruct."

>>27840402
Nigga, >IT HURTS, in itself is an inside joke, literally. We don't need newfags fucking our shit up. If you don't already know how to navigate our threads, then you should probably lurk more.

>>27841537
This.
Three greens lasting more than 13 threads, you can't just walk in and expect to be familiar with what's going on. Nor should you be such a massive cunt that you expect to be spoonfed everything

>>27841200
That's it?

We can't let it die. I refuse

>>27842457
Seconded bump

>>27839109
>Once the next thread rolls in, I'll commit myself to finishing up Sweetie's story and get to work on Scootaloo's.
What a liar. I know he's here reading too, he's always here.

>IT HURTS

>IT HURTS

11 hours since the last segment? Yeah, the thread is officially dead. Ponybones fell into crippling depression. mediocre just doesn't care anymore, and TGN... Fuck that asshole. Guess it's time to close up shop.

Y'all fold faster than a card table...* digs in and sets up tent*

.LOG-331PGL
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12:23 AM 7/9/2016
As of writing this, it's been 13 hours, 46 minutes, and 23 seconds since the last update to a story. A few of us banded together to start this new thread in hopes for more content to arrive, and while our first shipment looked hopeful, we soon learned it was a dead end. I fear that the thread will run out of bumps, or as we call them:">IT HURTS." Our rations are low, and writefags are scarce. I'm logging down our current situation in hopes that someone will find this and continue the legacy of our once dear thread.

Please, send help.

~Anonymous

>>27847744
Distress signal received. Aid has been allocated and is currently in transit.

>>27756414
“Peachbottom?”
>”Yes, Hon?”
“Exactly how much money are we talking about in this contract?”
>Peachbottom puts a finger to her chin as she looks to the floor.
>”You know, I can't really remember how much they're offering you on the advance.”
“Do you have a rough estimate?”
>”I know it was more than 250 grand.”
>...
>Yeah, you've cracked.
>There's just not a single way in hell this is happening for real.
>”You know, I could just show you all the relevant bits if I had my coat. Where might that be?”
>Still trying to process the information, you point out the direction and stare into the distance.
>It feels like an eternity passes before she slides a pile of papers under you.
>You look down.
>Then you feel your heart skip a beat.
>An advance of that much money?
>What?
>Is this real life, or is this just fantasy?
>”Guess I was a bit more off than I thought. Still, it seems very generous, right?”
>You stammer in a mixture of confusion, joy, and pure wumbo.
>”How about you see how much you're being offered in royalties?”
>Peachbottom flips the page and underscores the location with her finger.
>When you see it you're about to pass out.
>”The best part of all of this, though, is that you'll only need to be with us for a little over a year.”
>Even if you cracked, would that be such a bad thing?
>”So, what do you say? Will you join up with us and see where this leads you?”
>You pick up your jaw from the table and slowly grab hold of the contract.
“I...sign...money...”
>”Oh, poor dear, you're overwhelmed right now. I should have known that this might have been a bit much for someone so young.”
>Peachbottom places her hand on your shoulder and offers you a warm smile.
>"Trust me, you're not the first person I've seen with that look on their face, and you won't be the last."

>>27847782
The lord has answered our prayers! Praise be!

>>27847782
"Just...so much..."
>”Don't worry about signing just yet, Hon. I'll still be here for a while, so you don't need to make a decision today. I can just leave it with you here, I've got another few copies laying around at the moment anyhow.”
>Her look of empathy does nothing to calm the torrent of thought in your mind.
>Soon, something pierces the storm in your head.
>Behind you, you hear a small yawn.
>"Anon, why did you go? I want to cuddle some more~"
>Sweetie Belle steps out from behind a corner and freezes when she sees you at the table with Peachbottom looming over you.
>You begin to sweat profusely.
>The situation went from dream to nightmare in seconds.
>Looking back to Peachbottom, you see she's stunned.
>You try to find the words to speak, but silence is all that comes.
>Then she gasps.
>”Oh my stars, you're the little girl from the video!”
>Peachbottom covers her mouth with her hand and as she tries to support herself on the table.
>Sweetie Belle has begun to sweat as well.
>You open your mouth and try to force something out.
“I swear, this isn't what it looks like!”
>”You're even more darling in person!”
>Peachbottom almost sprints to Sweetie Belle and wraps her in another hug.
>Affectionate woman.
>”Goodness, you're just so sweet!”
>Did you miss something?
“P-Peachbottom?”
>She breaks off of her adoration towards a confused and uncomfortable Sweetie and looks back to you.
>”Yes, Hon?”
“Aren't you gonna scream and call the cops?”
>”Heavens no, that would be awful! I couldn't sign you on if you got arrested!”
>...
>What?
>”This isn't something worth letting the police know about.”
”B-but she's so much younger than I am! Doesn't that make you feel like dragging me behind a horse and lynching me?”
>”Oh, it's not that bad. After some of the stuff I've seen in the entertainment industry, this is nothing.”
>You're not sure you want to know what could be worse seeing this.

>>27847958
holy shit, I knew you were my favorite writefriend for a reason.

>>27847958
>”Don't worry, this won't affect the signing at all on our end. Well, provided you keep quiet about it, of course.”
>You nod in affirmation meekly.
>It's not like you want to let everyone know.
>”Well, it's all good if that's the case. At any rate, I'm going to grab my coat and head back to my hotel room. I don't want to get in the way of you two lovebirds.”
>Head back?
>In that major storm
>And did she just call you and Sweetie Belle lovebirds?
>She makes it sound far more innocent than someone would ever think to.
>Even Sweetie Belle blinks incredulously at the statement.
>”But that storm made a tree fall on you! You were unconscious for hours after we found you and who knows how long before then?”
>”Don't worry about that any! I've been in worse storms than this one before. It's not even the first time this week I've had to put my arm back in place.”
>What the hell does this woman do with her life?
>Peachbottom walks from Sweetie and dons her coat again.
>As she reaches the door, she turns back and waves to the both of you.
>”I'll be eagerly awaiting your call!”
>With that, she shuts the door.
>You slowly lower your head on the table.
>Feeling the paper against your skin, you wonder about what just happened.
>Sweetie comes up from behind you and checks to see if you're still awake.
>Then you feel her hug onto you.
>”Well, that was a close one. I'm sorry about that, Anon, I should have been more careful.”
>You make no response to Sweetie.
>Concerned, she breaks off from the hug and gently pokes around on your face to elicit some reaction.
>”Anon? Are you okay?”
>With everything that has gone on, you can only manage to make yourself say five words.
“I have a job now.”
>Seven seconds later, you pass out.

>>27848247
holy shit, he's still going.

>>27848247
Sadly this is true, and all things considered Elvis fucked a girl even younger then Anon dating Sweetie young. Let alone what Michal Jackson did.

>>27849676
Lol really? Elvis is a god.

>>27850377
let me rephrase that, married a girl younger than Anon and Sweetie.

>>27850565
I wanna be famous so I can pull shit like this

>>27850598
Get a platinum record, and then you can snort crack off a hookers ass, in front of a orphanage, making them watch and saying their next. Of course you have to say its for charity, but its pretty cheap to bribe officials and news anchors.

>>27849676
>>27850565
So she was like 12 or something?

Shit dude, there are some 12 yr olds that look 16, and 16 yr olds that look 21, therefore 12 is 21, and in my book, 21 is legal.

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>>27846331

Ponybones started writing this story in a crippling depression, it's not like he'll just stop.

>>27850377

Thou shalt not put musicians and recording artists on ridiculous pedestals no matter how great they are or were.

>>27850619

In my country, 16 is legal.

https://youtu.be/ES9vRfs2rbA

>You and Rainbow Dash start off with some more Divekick to warm up.
>You move on to Skullgirls next.
>It's close enough to Them's Fighting Herds for Dash to be familiar with it but different enough to let her not crutch on bad habits.
>You don't really play so much as try to explain concepts like positioning, pressure, punishing opponents mistakes.
>Dash gets bored quickly and tries to sneak attack you when she thinks you're too busy explaining something to defend yourself.
>You block, counterattack and chain combos together until she dies.
>You glance over your shoulder and see she's clearly frustrated.
>You decide it's time for a break from video games and stand up, retrieving a couple of Yomi decks.
>You take Onimaru's deck again and hand Rainbow Dash Setsuki's
>Since she's so impatient it should be a natural fit.
>It is.
>Even though she only listens to half the rules she loves trying to burn through her hand every turn.
>So much so that it makes her incredibly predictable.
>Even Rarity was better at this.
>You throw a few plays just to keep her from getting discouraged but you beat her handily each match.
>You aren't sure if your yawn is brought on by fatigue or boredom but you use it as an excuse for the two of you to sleep.
>You have all day to practice tomorrow.
>Dash grabs her bag and heads into the bathroom to brush her teeth and change into her pajamas.
>You idly glance at the date on your screen as you shut down your gaming station.
>You calculate how much time you have left to teach Rainbow, and how much progress she's made.
>You're a good teacher, but you're not a miracle worker.
>There's no way in hell she's beating that Gauntlet.

>>27850943
I have never heard of any of games that you are writing about. Not a single one.

Have you wrote about street fighter? If so, then one.

>>27851002
>doesn't know about Skullgirls or Not-MLP

How you manage that?

>>27851487
I don't play fighting games. I try to keep up with gaming as much as I can, and the only mainstream fighting games would be Tekken, Mortal combat, and Street Fighter. Killer instinct isn't mainstream enough.

>>27851604
Filthy casual detected.

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>>27851002

The fact that Divekick isn't universally known is an actual tragedy. It should be presented in schools as an example of incredible game design, fantastic satire and legitimate self defense.

TFH is a game that Faust wrote the lore for which uses the Skullgirls Engine you normie, reeeee.

>>27850943

>The next morning you roll out of bed, throw some clothes on and go into the kitchen to make breakfast.
>While cooking you mull over last night's conundrum
>You decide to switch your approach.
>Less explanation, more experimentation.
>Since you and Dash have no idea what games Button's crew will be playing you're going to have to give her at least a basic education in as wide a variety of games as possible in a very limited amount of time.
>Maybe seeing and experiencing some common elements of gameplay throughout the genre will help her understand why "always attack" might be fun, but isn't typically the best course of action.
>You walk over to the guest room door and knock.
"Rainbow, wake up. Breakfast's almost ready."
>A muffled groan is her only response.
"Daylight's burning, Dash, and if you don't get up your eggs will be too."
>You walk back to the stove and finish cooking and plating your breakfasts.
>Sausage and eggs.
>Breakfast of champions.
>You taste a bite of the eggs and listen for movement from within the guest room.
>You don't hear anything.
>You knock on the door again.
"Okay lazybones, time to wake up and carpe that diem."
>Still nothing.
>You roll your eyes and open the door, looking inside.
"C'mon Dash, it's already past noo- oh woah, ohmygod, sorry!"
>Dash's PJs are in a crumpled pile on the floor.
>Her blankets are pushed aside, only covering her feet.
>The only thing she's wearing is a pink thong.
>She has one hand laying above her head.
>The other rests just down the front of her panties.
>You can't help but stare for a moment before you immediately slam the door shut and step back.
>You hear her stirring around now.
"Hrm. Anonymous?"

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>>27851846
DO IT FAGGOT! DASH IS LITERALY IN A THONG, GO FOR IT FUCK FACE!

>>27851893
lol, did you not know that anonymous is based off of Ponybones? He'll want to make an approach, but feels more comfortable letting RD approach, and will wait for the right moment. Going by their relationship, this is the most probably course of action if you assume they have to fuck. There is a, I'd say, 68.50% chance that they move on and go back to training.

Would love to get a steamy sex scene between the two though.

>>27851846
>>The other rests just down the front of her panties.
She fell asleep diddling herself? Dash is one lazy ass girl.

>>27841738
Yeah, that's it for now. The story is already depressing enough and it gets worse so the >reeee newfags negativity in the thread got me down and I decided to go write happier stuff somewhere else for a bit.

Might be more on Monday. Might not be. We'll see.

bump from 9

>>27852523

I hope you come back soon man! I love your stuff!
I'm going to follow the shit out of your pastebin

>>27852523
Hey bud as long as theirs a happy ending I feel like a can brace for impact and power through it man. So gear up and let's do it!

>>27852523
>the >reeee newfags negativity in the thread got me down
Fuck the newfags. Regardless on whether or not the person asking was most likely a member from thread #7+ and most likely samefagging on these posts:
>>27839717
>>27840402
>>27840719
who gives a shit?

We're all a family here and the unironic newfag should've asked politely instead of being a jackass.
>Might be more on Monday. Might not be. We'll see.
you don't know how much that fucking hurts

>>27852523
>Might be more on Monday. Might not be. We'll see.
>IT HURTS

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>>27852523
>Might not be

>>27852523
>Might be more on Monday. Might not be
What the literal fuck? Are you seriously becoming a pussy as of now? A new thread starts with barely any content and you want to run along and quit? Fuuuuck you. Either you write some more or >IT HURTS.

>massive circle jerk
>shitty "inside jokes"
>fuck the newfags
>cater to me writefags

>GEE GAIZ WHY ISN'T THERE ANY CONTENT I WONDER WHY

>>27854905
>'newfag' wasn't even a newfag, he was a member just posting for shits and gigs
>is the thread not named after a rape scene?
>if there were actual newfags, we would've helped. Everyone calling out the newfag knew it wasn't a newfag because we've gotten the same post before.
>after all the ironic praising we do, we could be rewarded with a little something

There's no content because:
>mediocre isn't enthusiastic about writing the same way TGN is. In fact, mediocre and PB are only writing because PB's story isn't finished. Once PB stops, mediocre will probably lose complete interest after maybe a day or so.
>Ponybones works all day and has his depression and shitty life to deal with. He's posted about it before, he usually has to find time to write for us, and he does, which is still influenced by the fact that TGN mediocre want to see it, we are the minimal percentage.
>TGN is probably the most active, but even now, after that newfag thing, he's acting like a pussy.

To be quite honest, I wouldn't be surprised if all of >>27839717
>>27840402
>>27840719
>>27852523
>>27854905
were samefags or half of them were 2 people.

We also have barely any followers, less than 45 people.
Don't get me wrong, I respect our writefriends greatly, they make shit bearable and interesting, but they care about the story a lot less than we do, and it's bullshit if they try and say they don't. After shit like this >>27852523 you can tell they don't really care.

>>27854983
Just for you, anon, I'm bumping it back to Tuesday at the earliest.
If the whole point of my story is to make the reader suffer and this is what hurts you the most... well...

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>>27854983
>no content
>no enthusiasm

Let's see you say that after tonight's update.

>>27855512
>Oh no look at what you did!
>You want to act like a faggot, get treated like one!
>Now I won't wrote you a story for 3 more days!
>HAHAHA! Now you and your buddies will be less excited because you realized that I'm a pussy!
>This way less people come by, less people take interest in me, and I become a more disliked writefag because I'm betraying some of my very loyal followers!
>HAHA! That'll show them!

Don't be a faggot.

>If the whole point of my story is to make the reader suffer and this is what hurts you the most... well...
Was this supposed to be some slick remark? Who the fuck brought up your story's purpose was to make us suffer? I'll admit it, you can write an interesting story that I've wasted decent time to backing, but as of this thread, you're acting like a bitch. Seriously, no one would defend a newfag like that, it's pretty obvious you were one of those posters and felt disrespected, but you gotta let go. It was a fucking joke, and now your acting like a bitch.

Seriously bro, do you know how much of a faggot you made yourself out to be after the fake newfag negativity comment? newfags don't even matter at this point, our shit is locked down. The thread title is--all jokes aside--an inside joke, we barely have any people even posting in this shit. I know I've made up for about 20 of the unique IPs in the last thread, and we capped out at less than 60. Our shit has been a private little series of threads since you joined in, and it's most likely going to stay that way unless someone completely revamps #15 and adds a prompt and other shit.


Take notes from this asshole >>27855621 he's a fucking trooper. About to go out of his way to prove assholes like me wrong, even though everyone who's been here for a while knows he doesn't care as much as he used to.

Fuck you and your story. You better continue that shit asap, faggot.

>>27855685
Since we're very unlikely to get scruffed at this point, maybe we should actually put some information up. Random people wander in here and wonder what the hell is going on, so it might be better for the thread. Not the original prompt, but a synopsis of the content and current status.

>>27855747
Shit, at this point, we should just start over. This thread is a huge mess with anons arguing and calling out writefriends.

I'll put it up to a vote. To get rid of all this negativity and put it behind us. http://www.strawpoll.me/10710438
What do you guys think?

>>27855685
You speak a lot of sense my friend. It's good to see someone with a brain, backbone and balls for once on 4chan

*peeks out of tent* I have been camped here since Jan. I think a few days are not going to shake me. MWF has definitely been delivering I'll be at slow but I will keep holding

>>27848247
>Very slowly, your eyes flutter open.
>You push yourself up with your arms.
>The material below them registers as your couch's upholstery.
>Looking around, you see Sweetie Belle sitting in your previous spot, pawing through your contract.
>”...I don't believe it...”
>Rubbing your eyes lightly, you stand up from the couch and walk towards Sweetie.
>She turns to meet you as you come up from behind her.
>”You're getting a contract. A contract from a real record company.”
>Her eyes veer back to the paper for a moment.
>”Rarity wouldn't be able to say anything else to you.”
>You move in closer and put an arm around Sweetie Belle.
“Great news, isn't it?”
>”It is.”
“Guess this situation turned out happy for the both of us.”
>”No.”
>Your head crooks in to look at Sweetie Belle's face.
>She's...frowning.
“Wait, what's wrong about that? I've got a job now! Rarity won't-”
>”This isn't about Rarity.”
“...It's not?”
>”No.”
“Then what is it about?”
>Sweetie Belle locks her arms together and puts her head to the table.
>”For such a long time, the girls and I have tried to get famous online. Now something that actually involves me happens, and I'm not even the star.”
>...
“Oh, Sweetie.”
>”Anon, you can't understand my pain.”
“You know what's good for pain?”
>Sweetie Belle picks her head up and looks at you with her sad face.
>”Aspirin?”
“No, this.”
>You take a moment to plant a small kiss on her forehead.
>Sweetie Belle takes a moment to understand what you've done.
>A new blush comes as she laughs and playfully pushes at you.
>”What won't you do that's lovey-dovey to cheer me up?”
“I'll let you know when I think about it.”
>Sweetie Belle hugs you as you laugh at your own bad joke.
>”We're both too sappy, aren't we?”
“At least we're being sappy together.”
>You give a light chuckle in unison.
>Moments like this make you glad that you accepted Rarity's request.

>>27856646
Now take her to bed and fuck her brains out anon

>>27856646
>A rapid knocking at the door knocks you right out of your idyllic tenderness.
>Guess Peachbottom finally came to her senses and wants back in.
>You break off from Sweetie to head to the door.
>As the door swings open, you notice something strange about Peachbottom.
>She's no longer wearing her coat.
>And she's shorter.
>”It took me nearly eighty minutes to get here in this weather.”
>Oh fuck.
>”Anonymous.”
>”Rarity!?”
>The bone-white hand of Rarity's grips onto your shoulder, as if Death himself were about to take your soul.
>All the muscles in your throat tense up reflexively.
>Mere seconds later, her grip goes from one of intimidation to one of necessity.
>Rarity nearly collapses onto the floor as she uses you for support.
>You grapple with the rainwear on her body as you try to find a proper way to hold her.
>Boy, is that a trial and a half.
>Eventually, you manage to grab enough of a dry spot to ferry her to your couch.
>You can't believe that she actually came out in the rain to get to you.
>This is something you expect from Pinkie Pie, the town kook.
>Not from the school's fashionista.
>You waste no time in digging Rarity out of her gear and putting it to the rack.
>As you do, you make fleeting contact with Rarity's skin.
>She's as cold as ice.
>Putting your hands back on her, you check again.
>Holy shit.
>You immediately move to the closet and pull out the heaviest blanket you have.
>Rarity's not dying on your watch.
“Sweetie, she's almost frozen! Come keep her warm while I head into the kitchen!”
>Your instructions are heeded as she runs to her sister and holds her close.
>Blanket in hand, you cover the both of them and hope that Sweetie will be enough to start warming her up.
>After setting up your impromptu heater, you make for the kitchen.
>You hope that old kettle still works.

>>27856738
>No time is spared in your mad dash for hot water.
>Digging through the cupboards is a pain, but you grab hold of it.
>You're not sure how old this is, but it has been in this house longer than you have.
>Taking it to the sink, you fill up the kettle a quarter way and then set about for your stove.
>Cranking up the heat to max, you watch as the propane does its magic.
>You watch the kettle and agonizingly anticipate the eventual whistle.
>That old adage only applies to pots boiling, right?
>Moaning comes from the living room as you hear Rarity try to cling to consciousness.
>Dammit, kettle, go!
>Your prayers are soon answered.
>The beautiful sound of the boiling water forcing the steam through the spout fills you with relief.
>Before you take it off of your stove, you take a moment to appreciate the majesty of propane.
>Hank Hill would be proud.
>A moment spent observing, you resume your duty and pull out a mug.
>You put in enough to fill the mug halfway.
>Hopefully this will be able to suffice.
>Slowly, you shuffle back to the living room and see Rarity shivering.
>Rarity's teeth are even chattering.
>Without any second thought, you take one of Rarity's hands and pass over the mug to her.
>You guide in her quaking palms to her mouth.
>She almost drops it, but you make sure that she keeps hold of it until the water is going into her throat.
>Near instantly, you see her shaking subside.
“Sorry that I don't have any tea in the house at the moment. But this will help you not get turned into a popsicle.”
>Rarity doesn't even pay attention to you.
>Her only thoughts are of consuming as much of the water as she can.
>Sweetie Belle slowly backs off of Rarity.
>Guess the heat is actually returning to her now.

>>27855512
Tgn, your story is great and all, but >>27855685 is so fucking accurate >IT HURTS.

>>27856822
None of this would have happened if we'd fucked the Blossomforth

>>27856819
>The next fifteen minutes are spent going back and forth for the rest of the water.
>Rarity seems to have almost returned to normal with the amount water you've forced her to ingest.
>You put another hand on Rarity's exposed skin.
>She rebuffs you as soon as she recognizes that it's yours.
>Ha, that's the usual Rarity alright.
>”I would appreciate it greatly if you refrained from putting your hands on me any more than is necessary.”
“Sorry, Rare, I just had to make sure that you were fully thawed.”
>”While I appreciate your concern, I can tell you without a doubt that I am not in any danger of freezing right now.”
>Rarity fumbles with the blanket as she struggles to stand up.
>It almost looks like she's going to beef it a couple of times.
>To her credit, she actually manages to get on both legs.
>For all of three seconds.
>She falls back down to the couch as she tries to refocus her gaze on you.
>”Anonymous, may I ask what you think you were doing?”
“You mean unfreezing you?”
>”I mean taking Sweetie Belle into your home without even bothering to consult me on the matter.”
“Oh, that.”
>”Don't you act so casual about this. You know that what you did was not right.”
“If I asked you, would you have said yes?”
>”Of course not.”
“Well, it's a good thing that I didn't ask you, then.”
>Rarity is completely unamused with your attempt at a joke.
>She puts her hands up to her temples and rubs them.
>Looks like there's one part of her that's still frozen.
>”Back to the original point I was making, this is completely unacceptable on your part, not to mention the irresponsible nature of this act.”
>Rarity tries to get up from the couch again by using her legs as a launch point.
>Again she fails.
>That walk must have been hell.

Oi. Cunts. Quit being cunts in my story thread.

That girl I like literally just told me she wants me to write erotica about her, so I could just fuck off and do that forever if I wanted to, like the degenerate cuck that I am.

I won't, because I want to finish this monster I've poured weeks into creating, but if you guys just want to post complaints about the lack of updates and how none of the authors care about your feelings and yell about how this weird ass in-jokey OP keeps showing up and people get curious and you are too emotionally broken to handle their curiosity I can just type it up and post it to my pastebin and let these threads die completely.

Instead of just bumping and fucking the corpse of the >IT HURTS meme post some pictures or something. Jesus. Make some shitty fanart. Write your own spinoff. Or post literally anything concerning the stories that aren't just screamed demands at the only three people actually contributing anymore.

Just because you're a worthless degenerate in real life doesn't mean you have to be one here, too. Make something. Fuck.

>>27857003
Bones, have you been drinking?

>>27853978
>>27854983
I'm the Anon who wrote the first post, and the first post only.
I really didn't mean to be rude, but not adding a description to the OP is in my opinion just nonsensical.
With the amount of stories produced on /mlp/ at least I don't plan on starting to blindly read stories.

>>27857027

No, but I might be a bending unit.

I just get really annoyed whenever this thread is nothing but bumps and decided to vent that now because life is hard enough without this one little happy place being just as dicks as everywhere else.

>>27857114
You really like her don't you?

>>27857117

So fucking much. I can't even stop.

>>27857129
Well shit man, much as I love your green, if you feel that your time would be better seeing where this thing leads you then I'd support that decision. Go get the girl Bones.

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>>27857141

I don't know how you extracted that I was leaving this thread in order to somehow achieve being with a woman from anything I wrote, or any possible permutation of reality, but I'm not. Whatever I write isn't going to make her fuck me, her words, and I can write two stories at once.

I'm just tired of this place consisting of nothing but updates and cries for more. My other story threads had people posting fanart and gifs and actually carrying on discussions, and I was the only writefriend there. You guys have 3 fucking authors and most of what has been posted in these threads has been either "bump" or ">It Hurts" used as a bump or an obnoxious link to such a post or an even more obnoxious chain of links to such a post.

I write green instead of just writing stories and linking them here or on fimfiction or wherever because I like the instant feedback and the communities of strangers interacting around them as they go on. I don't know a single fucking one of you and we will likely never meet, but we share this weird as fuck experience of existing in a thread about underage high school romances and a high school heartbreak intertwined with fighting games and an arcade and video game tournaments all based off a single prompt where Pinkie Pie parroted Rarity making fun of Anon's stupid hair. That's fucking amazing to me. I love that.

And I hate when I check this thread after a day or two and the only things posted are 2 update posts from t/tg/n and 5 posts lamenting the death of the thread and the lack of content and 20 bumps. I've had multiple times where I sat down at my computer ready to blast out an update and reading the utter lack of enthusiasm just killed my inspiration completely. I wouldn't be surprised if the same was true of the other guys as well.

Pic related, it's shitty fanart of a shitty scene from my last shitty story and I fucking love it. Someone made it because they liked what I made and posted it instead of just yelling to write more.

>>27857221
Not to undermine this at all but:
>a thread about underage high school romances and a high school heartbreak intertwined with fighting games and an arcade and video game tournaments all based off a single prompt where Pinkie Pie parroted Rarity making fun of Anon's stupid hair.

There's our thread description, war over; now let's all become happy again and encourage our writefriends to bring more content.

For what it's worth, I enjoy your greens a lot, including MWF and TGN; easier said than done but please try to ignore the loud minority.

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>>27851846

>Her morning voice is husky.
>Your brain can't help but imagine making her say your name like that for reasons other than confusion.
>You're going to die.
>Dash kicked your ass before you when you had two good arms and hadn't just seen her tits.
>Two slight, sky blue mounds with dark, perky nipples.
>You wondered if they tasted like blueberries.
>You try to shake the image from your head as you hear Rainbow Dash shuffle around inside the guest room.
>The doorknob turns.
>You've wasted your chance for escape.
>You can't even hide what happened.
>Your heart is pounding, forcing blood to warm up your face.
>And other regions of your body.
>The door swings open.
>This is it.
>This is how you die.
>Murdered by a psychotic amazon for peeking at her nipples.
>You recoil from the door, hitting your hips on the kitchen table that's gone unused since the last night your Aunt stayed.
>Dash stands in the doorway, wearing her pajama top and rubbing sleep from her eyes.
>Your eyes can't help but be drawn to her nude, athletic thighs or the pink undergarment she wears just above them.
"Hot."
>You blink as Rainbow Dash stretches and then elaborates on her thought.
"It's too hot today. Too hot last night. Blegh."
>She reaches up underneath her shirt to scratch her chest, the pajama top following her wrist nearly the whole way, exposing her flat tummy.
"Where's breakfast?"
>You blink and wordlessly nod over to the counter where the two plates of food are sitting.
>Dash turns and walks over, casually tugging at the back of her shirt so it uncrumples and actually covers her butt.
"Heh. This looks awesome."
>She picks up her plate and smiles at you.
"So. Did you enjoy the show?"

>>27857461
>"So. Did you enjoy the show?"
You might as well say yes, either you die in a blaze of glory, or you get a better show

>>27857461
Loving the setup, Rainbow Dash is in character and reacts exactly like I would imagine she would

And it's hawt

>>27856944
Oh this is gonna be good.

>>27857461
Well, go for broke. Got nothing left to lose but breakfast.

>>27857476
True blaze of glory would be to ask for more.
>"Not really. It was too short."

>>27858027
Nahh, true blaze of glory would be claiming to have taken photos, and offering her a 2% cut of any sales at school

bump from 10

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>>27857221
Fanart time!

i tried my best, not even inside joking with you

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>>27859175
This was my reference picture. Took me like 20 minutes, but I think I did 'okay'.

>>27859175
If Soarin has the ark of the covenant in his house then you did well. Nothin personal, just cant resist the joke.

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>>27859175
Liking the Rainbomination styling

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fanart sugarlump bump

>>27859175

This 100% has to be the new thread thumbnail whenever that happens.

>>27860328
You're not the real Ponybones.

If you're going to impersonate him, at least try and continue the story, if not, gtfo; to which you have some options:
>Write a story/spinoff
>Draw some art
>talk about the story
>recommend an idea to the thread while not impersonating a writefriend.

pick 4.

On an unrelated note, >>27859175 should be our new picture for the OP in thread #15.

>>27860432
I kinda like the first two options. Though I suck at the 2nd one, maybe I'll try the first!

Watch out world, we have a new writefag in town! Will update later today after work.

>>27841200
>As you stare at the folded piece of paper...
>You keep coming back to the conversation from earlier.
>All the thoughts that are a plague to your mind.
>'A plague to *my* mind'....
>"Who was that?" You manage to say, though, no sound escapes from your mouth.
>'You are me...'
>You are not me, you are confused and sad.
>'Silly Silver, I am you...'
>You aren't following, instead you ignore the voice--or at least, you wish you did, but the memories of the conversation from earlier block it out... Or so you think.
>Soarin cheated on you.
>He did, didn't he?
>He couldn't, could he?
>'Why wouldn't he?' Again, the voice pierces your ears, this time from the inside.
>He's your boyfriend, he can't do something like that. Maybe if it was with Di, she's your friend, but not Blossomforth...
>Blossomforth...
>You wished it wasn't like this... How do you deal with this? 'How do *I* deal with this?'
>You can't even finish your thoughts as you are interrupted with a curiosity of the new note. It didn't register to you that it was a note at first... It just seemed like another obstacle.
>You feel another rush of emotions as you reach for the note...

>>27860328
>>27860895
What is it with cunts impersonating people today?

>>27860913
It's probably to draw attention from us. I know both of those guys have written things before. that fake PB guy types normal comments to bump to hit the bump limit, and that TGn guy writes filler for TGN's story when it starts to die out.

fuckin assholes

>>27861067
Had another thread earlier, where either two guys had an argument with each other over who was real, or one schizophrenic had an argument with himself

>>27861082
Thank god our thread doesn't have crazy people. We already have enough >IT HURTS, we don't need anything else.

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reposting my "master piece"

So I was minding my business just checking out the catalog. Scrolling past the CYOA, generals, IWTCIRD, HI ANON!, and other threads, you know, like a normal person would. Then I come across a picture of humanized Pinkie Pie, you know, from Equestria Girls. So I decide "Hey, let me go check this out." I check in and see a green script, a prompt if you will. So obviously I go along and read it. Something about Rarity not thinking Anon is up to par with her tastes, and that Sweetie Belle shouldn't really be associating with her.

Where does that lead me? Well, I continue to scroll down, and see some poster going by the name "Ponybones." Okay, interesting name, but that's not all. I notice he's using greentext, and for those who didn't just catch on, he was writing a story based on the prompt. So I reposition my chair a bit and get ready for the story. That was a ride in itself. Nice story, decent characterization, okay setting, pacing was alright, nothing too spectacular, but it drew me in for some reason. I believe it was the drive that the story had, ya'know, like the reason for it being there. Something just called to me. So I continue to read more and more, and I continue this for days and days, and even weeks. I get up to date, maybe post something about the story once or twice, then just check back to the thread every now and again.

As things happen, my ride kinda slowed down, thinking that it had ended I moved on for a bit. Then out of nowhere the ride speeds back up. Mr. Bones apparently never takes breaks. This lead me to continue on my stroll of the boards, looking around, trying to find something to ease the boredom. That's when I see a familiar Pinkie flavored girl as a thumbnail and remember the feeling and story that once was. As you can conclude, I clicked her image and traveled into a new thread. I ask for a link or so, and some nice Anons reply back directing me to where I can get my hands on the previously missed segments of the story.

>>27861624
I noticed though, that another writer has joined in and had been shooting out updates rapidly. I, back then, didn't really care. most of his updates were just basic greentext, whereas Ponybones had nice pictures which drew my attention, so I skip out on him and continue reading the story I'm following. Later after I'm done catching up for the day, I think to myself "This is going to take a while, not much else to do, might as well check out that other guy's story." I figured that because he put out so much content and so frequently, it probably was decent, or at least, mediocre.

See, this guy's user handle was "mediocrewritefag," an interesting name to say the least, yet not very promising. I go and check out his paste bin, wasn't much there, but the name "Sweetie Belle" caught my eye, so I clicked on and assumed this was the story. I continue to read and I am just amazed. Such intricate writing techniques, profound vocabulary, great characterization... Just a huge compilation of amazing things. Needless to say, I completely fall in love with the story. Read the entire thing, time spanning over 2 hours, 2 hours of greatness. Then I just felt like I couldn't get enough. It's been so long since I had originally joined, unnoticed by me, there was a third writer. So obviously I took this chance as well. Hoping to maybe get blessed once again by extreme talent, and there it was, something I was once again pleased with.

This writer had a different style as his own, and with a unique style, comes a unique story--well, mostly. The thing about this man was that his story was a spin-off, so to speak, on mediocre's story. It contained elements, plot, setting, and characters from his story, and expanded on them all his own. To which they continue to intertwine the story in a beautifully crafted way and impress me in more ways than one.

>>27861624
>>27861635
Touching story. Makes me think back and remember how I first got on this ride.

Pretty much the same. I saw a Pinkie pic and thought this'll be amusing. Read the prompt. Kept reading. Ponybones' story struck a chord with me. It's one of the only greens on the board that legitimately provokes some major emotional reactions in me. So I kept reading it. Caught up. Started on the other stories.

>page 10
>IT HURTS

>>27862385
I genuinely thought that >>27861624 was speaking on behalf of everyone, because I found these the same way. Honestly, I still come here mostly for Bones' story. I like that things aren't easy for Anon and I like that he's trying to redeem himself a little, despite that he likely won't be able to work the arcade or get Sweetie at this point. Also, the lack of lewd is nice. Not that lewd is bad, just I don't come to this board for it.
These threads are the only thing keeping me on /mlp/. I get too excited whenever I see an update for a story.

>>27863650
That's enough of that.

>>27861624
>>27861635
I started with Ponybones too. Got me into a Sweetie Belle shipping phase, but it was good shit. Read to end and waited for updates. Good times. Actually read the rest of his stories. Top notch memes good fellow.

But then I became bored. Updates were slow and I was following on pastebin mostly (faggotry, I know). Then I noticed another. Mediocrewritefag had a bunch of green too, so fuck it, I needed more Sweetie Belle. Turned out to be some f the best green I'd read. Grammar and punctuation on my level of nazism and killer story to boot. Then, though reading that, I found Twiligh\tg\ame_night's green.

At first I thought nothing of it. Ignored it for awhile because
>no Sweetie Belle
but I got bored. Said "Fuck it" again and, like and behold, a good green appears, this time with updates. Read through it all and got hooked, even though it was a slow start. Caught up to >IT HURTS and understood the meme. Updated with everyone now.

And now where are we? A bunch of faggots spamming >IT HURTS, bumps, and begging writefriends to come back. Now there's a whole bunch of drama with Ponybones' girl and MWF's return. Let these people do whatever the fuck they want. Let's have a wholesome thread again.

And thus begins the rant-storm

Y'all want me to cook up anything as I keep camping here?

>>27863767
Same. My story is similar, though I come here mostly for TGN's story.

Truth be told, bones' story got repetitive for me during the tournament arc, it just didn't grab me as much. Gaming is cool, but the entire setting could've been handled a bit better. I also feel like bones' writing is very different compared to the others. His writing is more simplistic, a basic story, a basic desire, where mediocre has mind blowing vocabulary, and TGN has such amazing pacing.

There's a contrast, which is not to say either one is better than the other. Without either of them, the threads wouldn't be the same, and I'm glad for all, as I too am really only on /mlp/ for these stories, and for that matter, even 4chan itself.

>>27863842
>And now where are we? A bunch of faggots spamming >IT HURTS, bumps, and begging writefriends to come back. Now there's a whole bunch of drama with Ponybones' girl and MWF's return. Let these people do whatever the fuck they want. Let's have a wholesome thread again.
>Spam, where?
>Bumps are needed, unless you expect us all to write a little mini story every time we need to bump.
>Fuck all if we had anything else to do. What do you recommend?
>That drama is irrelevant
>They can and should.
>Back to pre #7 it seems.

I personally think that Spitfire is the best character.

>>27864834
That's only because she has had the least amount of development while not wasting any screen time being a cunt.

>>27865676
I do like her personality a lot though. She's one of those characters that has no negatives, and a lot of positives. But it is a direct result from not having much screen time.

>>27864834
Spitfire is pretty cool, but I think Flash Fucking Sentry is the best.

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>>27865848
So you can go ahead a leave with Flash's dick in your mouth, we don't need your kind here.

>>27865859
You're just jealous that Flash gets more bitches than you.

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>>27866008
Hows it feel being his personal cuckboy? Also nice bait.

>>27866011
Someone's salty he doesn't get bitches like Flash Fucking Sentry. It's okay, none of us do. ;_;

>>27865848
It's okay to be wrong, Anon.

>>27865676
>punches Soarin all the time
>not a cunt
what

>>27866239
You never had a tomboy for a friend?

Spitfire is chill as fuck. I can tell you one thing, she's the type of person that will always be there for you.

>>27866264
fair enough
she doesn't seem to mind when he punches her back

It's been 28 hours since the last story update, holy shit.

Though there was that beautiful tale of remembrance not too long ago.

We really need another writer.

It is looking like I am going to have to start writing then...

>>27866485
no

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>>27860432

Yes I was. I was in bed and posting from my phone.

>>27857461

>Your face feels like it's on fire.
>She could not have just said what you thought she said.
"E-Excuse me?"
>Dash turns around and groggily raises an eyebrow.
"From last night?"
>Wat
"If not we could watch something else, I don't care."
>What in the fu-
>Oh
"Oh. Uh, yeah, it was fine. I just like background noise while I eat."
>Dash nods, still bleary eyed as she walks into your bedroom with her breakfast.
>Your eyes can't help but follow her ass as she walks away from you, setting her plate on your bed before crawling up after it.
>Rainbow Dash might be impatient, arrogant and downright insufferable at times, but by God she has a nice butt.
>You start to follow her into your room when your brain reminds you to grab your breakfast first.
>You bring the plate in and deposit yourself in your bean bag chair.
>You focus towards the screen as Rainbow Dash navigates her way through YouTube.
>You try not to think about her ass.
>You try to ignore the fact she's sitting half naked on your bed right now.
>You try to forget the sight of her perky blue nipples.
>You try not to imagine how they're brushing up against her pajama top.
>You try to keep yourself from daydreaming about capturing one between your lips, wondering what lewd sounds you could illicit from her.
>You try not to think about turning around, grabbing her ankles, spreading her legs and burying your face between her thighs.
"Hungry, Anonymous?"
>You nearly break your neck with how quickly your head snaps around.
"Huhwhut?!"
>Rainbow Dash blinks in confusion.
"I said, aren't you hungry? You haven't touched your food."
>You glance down and realize she's right.
>You also realize you didn't even remember to bring a fork.
>Your face is nearly boiling with a potent mixture of embarrassment and lust.
"Oh. Uh. Right. I was just... lost in thought."
>Rainbow Dash grins, dangling one leg over the edge of your bed.
"Thinking about me, weren't ya?"

>>27866549
Yes. Ponybones needs a spin-off. Either that or Big Mac x Cheerilee.

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>>27866955
YESSSS!

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>>27867075
Fuck me, wrong one. Found it!

>>27866964
Either of those would be good, start now, good job so far, please continue.

>>27866955
>"Thinking about me, weren't ya?"
I'm wondering how you are going to play this off.

>>27867260
>>"Thinking about me, weren't ya?"
Something along the lines of
>" Yeah, I was ju-
>"I know, I'm not very good Anonymous, but I promise I'll try my best for the tournament."

Everyone knows ponybones is a world renown cockblocker in his stories.

>IT HURTS

>>27867437
Exactly what I was thinking, but I also suspect Dash is doing it on purpose to tease Anon before finally fucking him.

>>27869003
Silly anon, Anon won't fuck dash until Ponybones fucks his wannabe gf. Until then he is teasing us.

>>27866485
*ring*
When the fuck are you going to start writing. You are like the best writefriend ever, I've read nearly all your stories, and now you bring up writing and don't do it.

Don't listen to the faggot that said no, he meant to say yes. Fucking write, ur amazing.

>>27869054
shit

>>27869955
>shit
shit is right my friend. Now, me and you are close, and I respect you completely, but dude, you gotta get out there and write a story. Trust, me man, it's fun, just start typing. If you need, I'll even post the prompt. Just get in there and start a story.

Don't be a faggot bumper, be a writefriend!

>"HI Nonny! I have a message for you from Rarity!"
>Pinkie sticks out her chest, puts on a spiteful face and adopts a familiar yet certainly made-up accent
>"I've had it up to here with Sweetie Belle spending her evenings at the arcade, playing... "video games". When I said she needed a male role model, well, Anon isn't what I had in mind. He's so carefree. And lazy. And boyish, and reckless. Not to mention he thinks he's SO good with kids. I can make Sweetie laugh."
>Pinkie crosses her arms and huffs
>"I could make her laugh until she cried. I'm just busy. There's no time in my schedule for telling childish jokes to my sister."
>She huffs even louder
>"And what is WITH his hair? Frankly, it's embarrassing. Spending time with someone of his... standards... is undoubtedly bad for Sweetie."
>...
>"Anyway, he's waiting to pick her up at her piano lessons. Be a dear and relay this to him?"
>Pinkie spins around and walks five feet before tensing up
>"Oh, but take out all those mean things I said. We wouldn't want to hurt his feelings."
>Pinkie nods her head and beams in satisfaction with her accurate retelling
>Then her eyes bulge
"Wow, dude. Jus-just fucking wow."
>"OHMYGOSH, NONNY I-I DIDN'T ME-
"Yeeaah, whatever."
>You turn around and walk away.
>"NONNY I'M SORRY!" Pinkie Pie yells at the top of her voice.
>You can hear her footsteps gaining speed and getting louder as she approaches you yet again.
"Ugh."
>"Nonny I'm reeeeeally sorry, I didn't mean to- oh please forgive me!"
>You think about it for a few seconds...
"Ahhh, it's alright.. I guess. You didn't mean it."
>"Oh thank you, Nonny!"
>"So tell me, where are we going?"
"Hell if I know."
>"Don't you know where we are supposed to be going?"
"We're not ~supposed~ to be going anywhere. I'm just walking around, and you came along."
>"But aren't we supposed to go pick Sweetie Belle up?"
"If you haven't noticed, today's Friday.... She doesn't have practice today."
>"Wai-
"Yeah so you kinda fucked up on that message."

>>27870399
Oh a Pinkie focused story, oddly enough we haven't had one yet. Continue good sir.

>>27870399
>"Aww man. I honestly tho-
"Yeah, hold that thought; I need to ask you something."
>"Whut is it?"
"What the fuck are you doing?"
>"What's wro-
"Look, I'll spare you a few words, your literally digging into my arm with your nails, and it fucking hurts."
>"Oh, sorry, Nonny.. Ya'know, you don't have to always swear at me."
"Right... My bad. My bad for you ripping into my skin."
>"If you want I can just leave."
"No no, it's fine. I just got a bit.. mad is all. Now relax and tell me what you want to do. I'm not going to waste time walking all day, let's do something."
>"You wanna get something to eat?"
"Are you gonna pay for it?"
>"Well, I don't have that much money on me..."
"Guess food's out of the question; god knows I'm not wasting money on you after last time."
>"And I said I was sorry!"
"And I know you are, but damn, that was fucked up."
"Anyways, we can do anything else. It's really early, we have all day."
>"Let's go for a walk in the park."
>Did I not just sa-- Fuck it... I'll do it for her.
"*sigh* alright..."

>>27870417
I would like to point out, if it isn't already obvious, that Anon isn't going to be the respectable intelligent manipulator like in the other stories. He's an average dude, and kind of an ass at times. Don't know why yet, we may find out.

>>27870477
Ok, so long as we have something other than it hurts for Pinkie.

>>27870489
Pinkie's a buttslut and we all know it.

>>27866955
ONLY SWEETIE BELLE IS FOR THE SEX

DASHFUCKERS GET OUT REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

>>27870454
~Trees, leaves, grass, wood, grass... more grass.
>!
~Oh shit, she has a nice ass. Who was that?...
~Damnit, I forgot her name.
~Damn dude, I could've been doing something dope right now, but I'm stuck with this chick.
"*sigh*"
~Why does she even want to walk to the park anyways?
"*sighh*"
~And why do they call them parks? You have to pay for the fu-
>"Is something wrong, Nonny?"
~Nonny?
"chh, oh, nah, nothing. I'm just looking at the-- beautiful trees and wonderful creations of nature. You know, normal things."
>"Nonny, I know when you're being sarcastic."
"Oh really?"
>"Yes, and it's annoying sometimes."
"Oh, well by all means go fu-
>"But it's what makes you- you! And that's why you're my friend."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. So, what exactly are we doing? Just walking? Or is there like a thing or something, somewhere?"
>"Just walking, for now." Pinkie says as she giggles.
"Mmhmmm.."
>You gracefully check the time
~9:40
>!
~Wait, what the fuck was I even doing outside at 9 o'clock.?


the squiggly thing "~" is to represent Anon's thoughts. I couldn't find any other way

>>27870562
I meant in general. Fill her up like a custard pie. >>27870648
Nah, we going to cum inside Rainbow Dash and cuddle on the bed.

>>27870683
~Honestly bro, I'm just trying to make sense of it all...
~~What do you mean?
~Like, is there a true goal for us? Are we put here for a reason?
~~You mean like God and whatnot?
~Yeah, that shit.
~~"Shit."
~Not like that bro, I mean like in general, don't get pissy with me.
~~Don't get pissy with yourself.
~Stop fucking around
~~You know what else is fucking uh-round?
~
~~A black hole. You think there's a reason for those too?
~Holy shit, you're an asshole.
~~Well fuck you to, because I am you.
~~Which begs the question....
~Mmm?
~~Why are you having a fake conversation in your head as if it's purposeful?
~Why does it matter?
~~You spawn up a hypothetical scenario as if you are talking to someone else who just so happens to be exactly like you, correct?
~I guess.
~~And the not-ironic fact of the matter is you are essentially explaining your own self conscious to yourself- subconsciously.
~Soo I'm talking to myself?
"Bingo."
>"Bingo?"
"Bingo?"
>"Yeah, you just sad 'bingo.'"
"So I did."
>"Yes Nonny, you did."

>>27870790
I have had this happen so many times to me its not even funny.

>>27870790
"Yo, when was the last time you played 'bingo?'"
>"Not tooo long ago, maybe a couple of months.:
"Did you have fun?"
>"Yeah, I had a great time!"
"That's good."
>"Why are you so obsessed with 'bingo' now, Nonny?"
"t'sa Cool game, man."
>"haha, yeah, it's fun, but so are many other board games! Really Nonny, you should play with me and the girls sometime!"
"Yeah, I'll play with you sometime, sure."
>Pinkie giggles again.

>>27870929
"Yo."
>"Mmm?"
"Do you ever wonder why we're here?"
>"Because we are going for a walk through the park, silly."
"Oh... right. Yeah."
"Say, Pinkie Pie... Do you want to maybe, i-dont-know, do something other than walk in the park?"
"I mean, it's fun and all, but we've been here for like 3 hours and we've barely done anything."
>"Nonny, it's been 20 minutes..."
"Yeah but still, I can only talk to you for so long without getting bored."
>"
>"Okay then, let's change that!"
"You know what, on second thought, I actually like you when you're boring, it's a beautiful sight, please don-
>"C'mon Nonny! You're right, we have no time to waste!"


What do they do? Give me some ideas

>>27871136
Have an surprisingly good night together and end with promise to do it again: only to have Anon not deliver and thus break Ponk's heart.

>>27871136
SKEEBALL MOTHERFUCKER.

>>27871603
>>27871329
To build on that, ponka is only a few tickets from getting whatever prize she wants. Anon says they'll meet the next night to get the rest, but he flakes. Ponka is so bummed out, she goes through all her cash without getting a single ticket, but won't leave or stop because she keeps hoping he'll show up.

>>27871136
>"Uuuugh!"
"What's the matter?"
>"Well at first I thought we should go to the arcade, but then I thought you would be bored, so I figured we should go see a movie, then I realized that you probably seen all those movies in the theaters and would rather go bowling... AAH! I can't decide!"
"Holy shit, calm down."
"Look, let's take this nice and easy, breath in...
>"mmmphmm mmmh!!"
>Her face turning a brighter shade of red fills you with laughter.
>Let it sit for a while...
>
>"MMMM! MMMPH!"
"Haha, okay, now breath o-
>"AAAAAAAAHHHHH!... O-Oh jeez, Nuh-Nonny, don't-- don't do that to me again...."
"Haha, my bad. Anyways, lets do something that doesn't require a lot of work."
>"What do you have in mind?"
"Shit, I thought you were going to decide."
>"Nonny, no one likes a potty-mouth."
"You could just go fu-
>"Haaay. Seriously Nonny, it's rude and uncivilized."
"'uncivilized?' Okay, Pinks, whatever. How about we go play some video games?"
>"Good idea! To the arcade it is! C'mon!"
"No."
>"Huh, 'no?'"
"Yeah, no."
>"But you just said th-
"Yeah but I'm not really feeling the arcade. We could just go to my hou- on second thought, let's not do that."
>"Ohh, yeah, right.... Well, we could go to my house and relax for a bit. We do still have a long time before night falls, and today is Friday, so we can stay up all night without worry!"
"Fantastic, now how about we worry about the future in 20 minutes and not the future in 12 hours..."
~Damn, the arcade does sound kinda nice now.
~~Do it.
~no fuck u

>>27871329
>>27871603
>>27871626
Glad to see suggestions, the story should always be an effort from both the readers and the writers. Speaking on such, I'll work this in for sure, good thing we have all day, right?

>>27871739
Can we have a good end, >IT HURTS is very strong in this one.

>>27871779
>good end
Meaning what exactly? Like the opposite of what TGN is planning on doing? I wasn't planing on killing my female lead, I'm not heartless.

my last bump for the night

>>27872009
Silver Spoon can't die. If she dies, her suffering ends.

>>27872009
You could shoot to be completely unlike tgn and make your green interesting. That would be neat

>>27873951
Holy shit, double shots fired!

Damn, savage.

>>27871779
This is only the next step. Then comes Anon's redemption or something when he realizes he a friendless loser without Pinks. Or maybe the rest of his friends aren't great or whatever. The point is, Ponk is cool and Anon should come to terms with that.Whatever Templar decides.

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>>27866955

>You blink, your jaw dropping a little as you hurriedly try to piece words together in your head.
>Rainbow Dash shrugs, swinging her leg back and forth playfully.
"I mean, it's not surprising. I am pretty awesome, after all."
>Dash leans back on her arms, her pajama top lifting up a little bit to expose her bellybutton.
"So. What did you have planned?"
>Your eyes scan her face for any sign that this was some joke, but it's not long before they wander down to her thighs.
"Uh. Planned?"
"Oh come on, Anonymous. I know what you're like. You've probably had everything scheduled out since before you even called to invite me over."
>Dash leans forward and taps you teasingly on the forehead.
"I bet that brilliant brain of yours has every single thing we're going to do together planned out down to the minute."
>Rainbow sits back up and grins.
"So let's hear it. You're in charge, and I'm going to do my absolute best to follow your every instruction."
>You can feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears as your blood rushes through your extremities.
"I'm going to be the best student you've ever taken on. We're going to absolutely flatten Button Mash and his goon squad."
>Rainbow Dash emphasizes her point by slamming a fist into her palm, the noise snapping you out of your reverie.
>Right
>Of course
>She meant a lesson plan
>You're helping her get good at fighting games
>She's not interested in you, she's just too lazy and warm to bother dressing properly.
>You turn back around, your face red hot with embarrassment as you sink into your beanbag chair.
"Oh. Well. Um. I actually don't. Have everything planned out, I mean. I wanted to get a better sense of your play, so I was just going to wing it today."
>Suddenly you feel Rainbow Dash rest her heel on your shoulder, brushing her big toe across your cheek.
>You feel her warm breath down the back of your neck as she whispers into your ear.
"Winging it, huh? Is that what you call it when you make out with your students?"

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>>27873611
>if she dies, her suffering ends
>kills her and says 'atleast she isn't suffering anymore'
NO, I WANT HER TO BE HAPPY GODDAMNIT
THAT'S ALL I WANT FOR HER

>>27875026
Oh shit, did Sunset squeal?

>>27875057
this bump.

>>27875026
Damn she's got some good ass flexibility to do all that. Anon's about to have some wicked ass sex.

>>27875903
>ass sex
I don't think any of us want any more of that.

>>27876379
Am good for more.

>>27876494
same, everyone knows Dash is a slut, so we won't even get any more >IT HURTS for you faggots that crap on it so much.

>>27875026
I don't remember who did he make out with?

>>27877014
Tiara

>>27877029
Now if only Soarin would do the same...

>>27873951
Taking shots already? Damn. I'll see if I can make it interesting without changing the dynamic.

>>27871726
>"Oh Nonny, we're going to have so much fun today!"
"You figure?"
>"Once we get home I'll open my planner and we can pick out all sorts of fun stuff!"
"Fun stuff?"
>"The MOST funnest stuff!."
"Like what?"
>"You're going to have to wait and find out!" She giggles once again.
"Yeah, whatever."
"Look, I don't know about you but I didn't even eat breakfast this morning. How about we go get something to eat?"
>"You can just eat at my place, silly. You know I'm a good baker!"
"See, I meant like, actual, food. Not cake, brownies, and ice cream."
>"Are you saying you don't like eating my cake?"
"No, I'm saying that I don't ~want~ to eat your cake."
>"Never again, ever?"
"No, I mean right now. I'm pretty sure eating sweets for breakfast isn't good for you or something."
"It'll probably speed up my diabetes."
>"Don't joke like that Nonny. You know what happened to-
"*cough* yeah, yeah, my bad..."

>>27877159
SADNESS! DONT YOU FUCKING DARE DO WHAT I THINK YOUR ABOUT TO DO!

>>27877159
>>27877216

Please let Silver Spoon be dead from diabeetus in this universe, her sugar lump rump forever free from pain.

Ok Boils and Ghouls. Here I go.

>"HI Nonny! I have a message for you from Rarity!"
>Pinkie sticks out her chest, puts on a spiteful face and adopts a familiar yet certainly made-up accent
>"I've had it up to here with Sweetie Belle spending her evenings at the arcade, playing... "video games". When I said she needed a male role model, well, Anon isn't what I had in mind. He's so carefree. And lazy. And boyish, and reckless. Not to mention he thinks he's SO good with kids. I can make Sweetie laugh."
>Pinkie crosses her arms and huffs
>"I could make her laugh until she cried. I'm just busy. There's no time in my schedule for telling childish jokes to my sister."
>She huffs even louder
>"And what is WITH his hair? Frankly, it's embarrassing. Spending time with someone of his... standards... is undoubtedly bad for Sweetie."
>...
>"Anyway, he's waiting to pick her up at her piano lessons. Be a dear and relay this to him?"
>Pinkie spins around and walks five feet before tensing up
>"Oh, but take out all those mean things I said. We wouldn't want to hurt his feelings."
>Pinkie nods her head and beams in satisfaction with her accurate retelling
>Then her eyes bulge
“Are you alright Pinky? Take a breath for a min and let me process this…”
>Pinky takes a deep breath and almost falls over onto Anon’s truck as he brain catches up to her outburst of a message.
>” Sorry if that all hurt your feelings…” Pinkie says as her hair deflates slightly at the rude things she retold. “ I know I should have cut some of that out but I wanted to make sure you knew the whole thing she was saying and …”
“It’s fine. I knew she was getting annoyed at me for seeing Sweetie so much. Especially since I technically am an upperclassman even though she tested into higher classes. I guess it finally is catching up to her that she misses her baby sister.”

>>27878024
writefag overload.

2 new stories
>2
>new
what the fuck.

>>27878048 room for another?
>"HI Nonny! I have a message for you from Rarity!"
>Pinkie sticks out her chest, puts on a spiteful face and adopts a familiar yet certainly made-up accent
>"I've had it up to here with Sweetie Belle spending her evenings at the arcade, playing... "video games". When I said she needed a male role model, well, Anon isn't what I had in mind. He's so carefree. And lazy. And boyish, and reckless. Not to mention he thinks he's SO good with kids. I can make Sweetie laugh."
>Pinkie crosses her arms and huffs
>"I could make her laugh until she cried. I'm just busy. There's no time in my schedule for telling childish jokes to my sister."
>She huffs even louder
>"And what is WITH his hair? Frankly, it's embarrassing. Spending time with someone of his... standards... is undoubtedly bad for Sweetie."
>...
>"Anyway, he's waiting to pick her up at her piano lessons. Be a dear and relay this to him?"
>Pinkie spins around and walks five feet before tensing up
>"Oh, but take out all those mean things I said. We wouldn't want to hurt his feelings."
>Pinkie nods her head and beams in satisfaction with her accurate retelling
>Then her eyes bulge
>"Did my sister really say all of that?" The cute marsh mellow asks is a disheartening way.
"Wow. She must really hate me."
>"But why, anon? I think you're fine."
>You think for a moment and come to the conlusion that Rarity would prefer someone more like her to watch over her Sister.
>"Hahhahehhe... Uhhm, s-sorry, Anonymous, I uh, it kinda just slipped out."
>"Yeah, I'm sorry too Anon, sorry for my sister being such a jerk"
>This brings comfort to you, but you know something needs to be done.
"Don't worry, it's alright. Maybe she was just mad or something. How about we go and ask her what's wrong, together, the 3 of us?"

>>27878024
I was actually looking forward to you writing a crossover with PBs story.

Maybe you should write two stories at once?

>>27878048
Told you I was going to go for it.

>>27878217
You are the best writefag I have ever read, so you best live up to your title. If this story isn't better than the first 3 multiplied by each other than I give up on you.

>>27878119
I want more.
>>27878024
>>27878024
MOAR!

I like that there is definitely new life flowing into here. Just not been able to get the writing juices flowing till lately.Not written fan fiction since 2001...

>Pinky regains her balance with a hand on the bed as her hair returns to the super poof it normally is.
> “I am glad you are not bothered by it. I just get concerned when something negative starts up between my friends and we have all, well almost all, known each other since middle school. Infact the last time she had such venom for someone was back then. Come to think of it, it was toward you then too when you and Fluttershy were a couple…”
“Yeah and before I met her officially. Flutters never did want to go out much and I did not get to meet any of her friends but you and Apple Jack. Now, are you ok enough to stand freely or do I need to drop the back for you to be able to sit?”
>” I will be fine, Nonny. After all, looks like your passenger and a couple of her friends are coming this way,” Pinkie bursts out as she fires up straight as a post pointing up to a trio of girls coming from Chorus practice. One pale skinned young lady catches the majority of your focus as a couple girls seem to be calling out to her from behind and she is picking up pace as their calls get louder.

>“Good note you hit there, Squeeky Belle!” fires off Diamond Tiara.
>”Where did you get that dress? The discard design bin of your sister’s?” Silver Spoon as she continues the verbal assault.

“Uh Pinks… Those are not her friends,” Anon quickly states as he passes he his keys. “Could you please start up the truck’s AC and if you have a couple cupcakes left from today’s bake sale, please get them. I think Sweetie is going to need a pick me up. I will pay you when I get back.”
>”okie dokie loki!”

>The girls keep following Sweetie as they reach the street to cross to the parking lot, unrelenting in their prodding for chinks in her mental armor. They all stop by a line of trees shading the crosswalk and the sidewalk from the August sun of this new school year. The Torment of these little harpies forcing a light line of tears to flow from the soft green orbs of Sweetie’s eyes like a rain clouds before the windows of her bright soul.
>”You both stop this…” Sweetie squeeks out as she tries to control her voice, causing a wicked smile to expand on Diamonds face.
>”Why should we when you sound like a dog toy with those pips you are letting out?”
“Because it is unbecoming of a young lady such as you both supposedly are,” Anon says as he looks down at the two girls from behind. “Or should I say bitches for your knowledge of dog toys?”
>The two girls cringe and quickly turn around to see Anon looming over them on the first branch above them. He jumps down and walks closer to them adjusting his ballcap with crossed wrenches and a geared skull and a red sliver of the afternoon sunlight glinting off his glasses accenting the glare he fields in their direction.

>>27878714>>27878705
What is with your posting? Are you doing two different stories?

>>27878745
nope. I am only posting the one story I began today. I have more that I am writing into Word now and posting here. Believe me it flows but I am a bit rusty since as I said earlier, I have not done fan fics since 2001

>>27878843
Okay then, well just a reminder to post on the same post so its linked together.

>>27878866
text limits prevented that

>>27878942
ah.

>>27878942
Could you link the posts, though?
Makes things easier to follow, particularly if multiple writers dump in a short period.

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>”Ugh. Here comes the cavalry,” Diamond hisses out as she works on recovering her composure.
“Cavalry? That is the best retort you have? No wonder you are scoring toward the middle of your class.”

>Sweetie smirks softly as Anon gets closer and the barrage lightens. One advantage of his being her ride these last six months was definitely his attention to surroundings. He knew who her friends were really and who was putting up a show. Rarity would just wait in her custom Mini-Cooper with blue and purple pinstripes & “FABULOS” tag listening to David Bowe, sketching a new design, noticing nothing till her small hand wrapped on the window to get her to unlock the door.

>Silver is beginning to look nervous as he approaches, apparently drawing her courage from Diamond and the absence of anyone who could form an actual threat. She was definitely a follower as of late and IT HURTS to see the leader of the Canterlot High School Academic Team and Book Club being a shadow of her true self.

"I thought you two had quit the chorus because it was cutting into your afterschool time? Silver, I thought you were tutoring Diamond since you both wanted to make it to the same ivy college after you finished here?”
>”you talked to this oaf, Silver?”
“I overheard her talking to one of y’all’s teachers for advice as I walked to the library for another of the Dune novels,” Anon quips as he walks between the two girls to Sweetie, placing a hand on her shoulder and shielding her face from the view of her classmates. “Come on now. I am sure Pinkie has a couple cupcakes waiting on us at the Ranger and I owe her a favor on top of cash payment. I swear I made a mistake when I built that ‘Party Cannon’ prop and the remote control & pintle mount for it to fit on the ‘Party Wagon’ van she drives.”
>”He…HEY! You cannot just walk away from me…er us! I will…”

>>27879009
“Waste your father’s time since I put a camera into the eye of the skull on my cap. Good bye,” Anon says over his shoulder as he and Sweetie cross the road, leaving Silver and Diamond with gaping jaws.
>” You did not actually put a camera into your hat, did you?” Sweetie asks after you cross the road and half the lot. “That is a bit creepy if you did…”Sweetie softy murmurs as she dots the tears and slightly mussed mascara.
“No no. I was bluffing but do you think they would try to call me on it given the props I built for that space opera your sister was insisting the school put on so she could use the chiffon she got on sale at the Hancock’s going out of business sale? That production took so much time to prep for that I almost had to miss the track meet and had AJ mad at me for not being able to patch the fences between our family farms.” Seeing Pinkie waving wildly from her van beside his truck, Anon adds “ Well looks like we have a welcoming party complete with snacks as well as Pinkie remembering how to use my parking brake and clutch…”
> “Yeah. She was just obsessed with getting those right and that play is how this arrangement started with you picking me up. I was so surprised to see your truck alone in the parking lot, piled down with lumber, wire, and tubes as I just got the text she had sent a surrogate. I was not sure what to make of it or you in those overalls.”
“Well I have no defense for what I was wearing. At least you took it with a laugh once we got riding, unlike your sister who called me the most unstylish and filthy thing she had seen while rushing you into the house before the neighbors would see me there. She may call me uncouth but…”

>>27879009
Oh shit. You mentioned a van mounted party cannon. IT NEEDS TO BE USED!

>>27879030
>Sweetie was about to interject about bad mouthing Rarity who is, beyond all her snootiness, still her beloved sister when Pinkie hops out of her van with 2 oversized cupcakes layered with sprinkles, icing, and cherries on top. She rushes over, beaming and bouncing with jiggles at her chest you are not quite sure should be possible for someone around your age.
>She leans over to Sweetie, holding out the cupcake like a dish for a queen, tray and all, awaiting Sweetie’s acquisition of it before she holds out yours on another tray she hid who knows where. Looking over your sweets, you are amazed that these survived the football team swarming her and AJ’s popup booth after their workout before practice. Those two girls are by far the best bakers in 7 counties…
>”Wow Pinkie… This looks amazing! I..I don’t know what to say or where to start.”
>“Well start from the top, silly. The cherry is always a great place to begin and you should be thanking Nonny for the idea. He thought you were going to be in a bad mood from those two and asked me to grab you both something special!”
>Sweetie quickly turns to Anon with a surprised but widening smile.
>”This was your idea?”
“To a point though Pinkie has overdone the proportions of the pastries again. I thought she only had a couple smaller ones left…”
>“Well I did have a few of those left but I remembered you were going to pick up Sweetie and had these hidden away,” Pinkie quickly states. “and I do have a teensy weensy favor to ask of you, Nonny…”
“Party Cannon problems?”
>”Party Cannon problems”
“ok… Bring it out to my house later and I will troubleshoot it.”
>”Thank you! Thank you!”

>>27879040
Oh sweet Christ my erection for the party cannon is immense, and I don't even know why I am focusing on it.

>>27878843
If I could recommend something, use more contractions. Non contracted terms only sound good in certain pitches, and the pitch you write the story in isn't always the pitch we read it.

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>>27870399
>>27878024
>>27878119
>tfw you wanted to start a story as well, but all of these instantly look so much better than what you had.

>>27879040
>tfw newest writefag is already the best and you can't compete.

>>27879034
Of course it will be. Vehicle mounted cannons are a special area of expertise I have...
>>27879040
“Any time Pinkie,” Anon states as he looks over to Sweetie who is still trying to get started on the oversized cupcake. Seeing her trouble, he pops the latch on the truck tongue and motions for her to put it down on the impromptu table now available.
“We had better finish these quickly given both the space in the truck and the way I drive.”
>A nod of acknowledgment comes from the little marshmallow skinned girl and them both beginning on their pastries as Pinkie gets in in her van, waving as she drives off in the direction of the grocery store, no doubt to get more supplies for her culinary passion.
>It takes the two of them about 5-10 minutes eating those monstrous cupcakes. Sweetie, in her passion for digging deeper into the cupcake after tasting the strawberry accents to the icing, ends up with a dollop of the icing on her nose. Anon, seeing this, chuckles hard leading to her tilting her head questioning then blushing after he points to his nose, musing the issue. The lowering sun burns red as the late evening begins to take hold, cuing them, along with the vacant cupcake papers, to begin on the drive from the school.
“So given the time, and the fact that the school has given an extra day off for Labor Day weekend this year, shall I take you home….”
>Sweetie winces subtlety at the suggestion at a quick end to the evening
“or shall we find something else to do? I am open for suggestions though visiting the lake or going for sodas to wash down the last of the cupcake are high on my list at the moment.”
>Sweetie ponders for a moment as she looks out the window while they pass the center of Canterlot, and after a minute pipes up with her idea.
>” I am for getting a soda, “she mutters while straightening out her light blue skirt and white blouse where the seatbelt pulls at her, crossing her small frame.

>>27857088
>With the amount of stories produced on /mlp/ at least I don't plan on starting to blindly read stories.
This, desu senpai

>>27879115
eh. I used to write to clear my mind in HS and early college. unny that an engineer has gift with the written word but it beats being face to face and having to keep a bridle on my snark for bosses younger than me without the machining knowledge of even my boots.

>>27879980
holy shit

>>27880049
well I am a 34yr old so yeah. At least this writing lets me relive HS with a couple minor changes. 1. I did not move into town. 2. I remained friendly with the Fluttershy like person I did have in my life. I broke that poor girls heart and I have never forgotten. As an aside, I am using Ponyville's name to stand in for the community I grew up in 10 miles outside our county seat, I did really grow up on 70 acres of land as I will refer to soon,
>>27879537
>“…but I would like to suggest a different destination.”
“Oh? Where’d my little friend like to go?”
>” You often have mentioned the video game collection at your house… I was wondering if we could go there and play those. I would also like to see your workshop since it sounds like you have created a wonderland in there. At least that is how it seemed to me given how you described it and the look in your eyes,” Sweetie trailed off saying as she looked over to Anon, staring down slightly.
Raising an eyebrow, Anon quips, “I’m not sure Rarity would be fond of me taking you to my home but if it is what you would like, sure. I had wanted to take you to see the shop if it were earlier in the day and ask first or have others like Pinkie there to keep Rarity from having sinister thoughts about my intentions. “
>Sweetie cringes at the ruckus portended of how her sister would react but a determined look surges into her expression.
>”Let’s go on and see it. I have wondered whatever could be in your workshop plus we could always try a couple games. It will be like going to the arcade for the first time all over again.”
“Alright, Sweetie but before we got there,” Anon says as they pull into the truckstop before the mall on the edge of town. “I need to talk to you about what Rarity had passed along to me through Pinkie before you finished Chorus practice…”

>>27880478
>“What was she saying this time.” Sweetie groans. “She is not fond of us spending so much time together and something about your ‘style’.”
As Anon shuts off the engine and they get out he replies, “Something like that and how I am too carefree, boyish, and reckless. Also a bit about how I am a bad role model as well as make you laugh too easily with a quip of how she could do it if she wanted to. Pinkie even told me all this as she did an impression of your sister to make sure she did not miss a note even though she was to leave out parts of that.”
>Sweetie has a mild look of shock as they round the front of his truck, heading for the soda bar inside.
>” I know she wants the best for me and to keep me safe but what the hell… oh pardon me. That was crude of me,” Sweetie says as she covers her mouth and a world weary young mother covers her toddler’s ears. “I mean why is she passing this along?” she queries as she frees her hand to reach for one of the XL cups just slightly out of her reach causing her to tiptoe and the skirt and shirt to slip up, baring her lower back and upper thigh.
>”She gripes about my time with you all the time then dives back into her next project, leaving me to order food for us or microwave something given I am not allowed to use the stove. Nor is our mom for that fact…”

last bump

I'm surprised we haven't had a one-shot where anon goes SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST on the school.

>>27882188
bump for awareness

lol, page 10

>>27883635

boomp, will post bad fanart later

>>27880491
“Sweetie, I figured she would be griping about all the time I spend with you given our indirect travels from your practice. I am just shocked myself at how… intense… it is. I mean she asked me if I knew someone to help her out and I volunteered. She has progressively gotten weirder since then when we are both at the drama club’s meetings to find out what will be needed for their next show or to fix something. Frankly,” Anon fires off as he caps his PowerAde, “it would not be surprised if she was a bit jealous of you having the freedoms she doesn’t, though that is her own fault.”
>Sweetie blushes at this revelation and sighs.
>”She is a bit too focused on her work lately and there are those new clients in Manehattan that have been running her ragged even though she is a high schooler. ‘But your styles are so original! I am sure you can make a few more dresses for our displays.’ She has…”
“Sweetie… It is okay. That all is not here or now. Rarity has always been rough towards me. I remember the glares she gave me in middle school after Fluttershy and I saw each other for a bit.”
>”You never mentioned you dated Fluttershy…” Sweetie murmured as Anon paid for their drinks and they walked back to his small truck.
“It was a middle school thing. She loved my family’s farm and I her animals. She had me even eating pesctarian for a while…We diverted ways and it ended early in high school though we are still friendly. She really liked the horses we have at my house and the 70 acres the house is in the middle of.”
>”Wait… you have horses at your house? In the middle of 70 acres of land?”

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>>27885324
I did it, am I cool now senpai?
IT HURTS

>>27886709

>>27885918
palms are sweaty, knees weak mom's spaghetti, there's mom's spaghetti on his sweater already. mom's spaghetti, he's nervous but on the surface he's mom's spaghetti.

probably my favorite spaghettinem song, desu familia.

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Um, I need spoon pls

>>27888653
No one is currently writing Spoon. You could start a new story like some others did and make it about Spoon.

Been thinking about y'all all day. keep plotting too much. writing... IT WAKES MY MIND SO!!! ok I will calm down again now...

As a setting note, Here is where Anon lives: 33.0419039, -84.9054745 It has changed a bit due to clear cutting much of the pines but it is mostly intact.
>>27885741
“Well yeah. It is the only way I could have enough space for my fab shop and I learned to walk in a tack barn. Experience with all this is why I spend so much time helping the Apples on weekends as well as our families being friends since the War Between the States. I am sorry I never told you. Speaking of never telling, why are you not allowed at the stove?”
>Flatly Sweetie quips with a sign, “For the exact reason you could imagine but mostly for thermally liquefying toast somehow…” She blushes slightly at sharing this and blushes deeper as Anon rubs her head playfully as they reenter the road for the next 7 miles of travel to their destination. Along the way the sky grows redder and purple hues fill the lower edge of the horizon ahead as they pass pine & horse farms, an ‘all you can find under the sun’ emporium, an old Victorian styled home and see a sign welcoming them to the community just outside town, Ponyville.
>As they turn on to the road leading to his drive way Anon looks over with a smirk.
“Hey Sweetie… wanna take the direct route? It would be a bit rougher but more fun,” Anon asks as he slows down at a clearing along the power line posts.
>”um how much rougher?”
“Finish your drink now rougher…”
>“Maybe…next time?”
“Oh fine but I will hold you to it,” Anon sighs as he accelerates the Ranger.

>>27889077
>After taking the lone curve on the road and making a turn at a mailbox another quarter mile up the road, the gravely dirt path ahead is framed with pines thickening in density as distance from the driveway expands. Shortly, the path opens to the power lines’ cleansed swath and a small creek passing parallel to it before another hammock of trees framing one edge of a hardwood fenced horse field. To their left is another less driven dirt path leads back to a small building with a roll up door and a large dog pen. Anon now slows their ride as they pass the fenced field as a couple dogs start running up to the driveway from the middle of the pasture followed by a pale Arabian horse and a Hickory quarter horse with a black mane & a blaze in the middle of her forehead. Sweetie’s eyes grow wide at the sight before her and a chuckle as the Boston Terrier and German Shepard/Rottweiler cross bark as they cross the drive to the front of the two story house then dive between the shrubberies to beat the truck to the carport.
“So what do you think so far?” Anon asks as they turn onto the lone bit of asphalt that runs along the near side of the house.
>” I’m not sure what to think. I never imagined that you lived in such a diverse pocket. Did that other path go to your workshop?” Sweetie asks as Anon parks his truck short of the carport.
“Well it is now since my bother moved away. He and my dad used to use it for keeping their bird dogs and random junk not fitting to take inside. Before we go and check it out, we need to go inside and check in since it is close to dinner time and my mom is back.”
>Sweetie hesitates on getting out as Anon gets swarmed by the two dogs, looking to him to see if it is safe. He waves her out causing the dogs to shift their attention back to the truck. The smaller of the two runs off as Sweetie opens her door while the larger one trots softly over to her as she crosses in front of the truck hesitantly.

>>27889092
He licks her hand and wags his tail heavily as she looks down to him.
“He knows you are with me so Aro here will only lick you to death. He knows good people…” Anon says as Aro flops down for scritches on the warm pavement.
>“Awww… He is a sweet one, “ she says as she kneels down and rubs the gentle beast’s belly causing a dazed expression to cross Aro’s muzzle in enjoyment.
>” Anon… There is a call for you from Vice Principal Luna! Something about you harassing some girls after school,” a voice rings out from the edge of the carport.
“I will be there in a second, Memaw!” Anon yells out as Sweetie has a concerned and confused expression. “We had better get inside quickly. I can guess why she called as I am sure you can too…”
>Sweetie stands up and rushes after Anon as they try to hurry in, thinking to herself if this is common since Anon in the 6 months of giving her rides nor in the few months before sharing an couple honors classes did he say that much about family or what they do.

>>27889077
The way you write is different, very different compared to all the others. With some extreme differences between some.

>>27856944
>Before she can try again, you sweep her arms out from under her.
>Rarity attempts to balk, but you lay her back onto the couch.
>She sighs as she gives up the fight, realizing that she's in no condition to try again.
>”While I may not be in the proper condition to leave at the moment, I will make every effort to leave as soon as I am able.”
>You raise an eyebrow at Rarity.
”In this weather?”
>”I'm completely serious. Sweetie Belle and I will not stay in this place any longer than we have to.”
>”Wait, why do I have to leave?”
>Sweetie Belle nearly cracks her voice from her statement of surprise.
>”Because I am your elder sister. As such, I am in charge of you while our parents are away.”
>”I came here to be with Anon!”
>”Irrelevant. Why you came has no bearing on why we are leaving.”
>Sweetie hangs her head low.
>Then you hear her say something under her breath.
>”Sweetie Belle, did you have something to say?”
>”...no.”
>”I heard you muttering.”
>”No.”
>”Don't try to-”
>”What I said was 'no'.”
>Rarity stares at her sister in confusion, until she realizes what she just heard.
>”Excuse me?”
>”I'm not going home with you.”
>Rarity's mouth gapes open as she gasps in shock.
>”Sweetie Belle, I don't know where you got the notion of telling me that, but-”
>”I mean it, Rarity.”
>Your girlfriend's head rises in defiance.
>The sudden change of mood from Sweetie renders you dumbstruck.
>”You...you're not that much older than I am, and you act like you know everything that's good for me.”
>Rarity puts a hand over her mouth as Sweetie continues.
>”I really am grateful for everything you've done, Rarity, but I'm not going to let you make every decision for me. I want to make start making my own choices, and I'm choosing to stay at Anon's house.”

>>27889467
>Sweat rolls down your face as you watch Sweetie Belle mouth off to her sister.
>All of this is not new, she's told you that stuff before.
>But she's never defied Rarity like this to her face.
>”I love Anon, and he loves me, and we're going to cuddle and sleep in the same bed here!”
>Rarity's look has gone from shock to frustration.
>”N-no! I refuse to let you sleep anywhere near a man!”
>”Well, that's tough! I'm gonna sleep with Anon, and feel his warmth and....and walk around naked!”
>...That's not the escalation you expected.
>”A-absolutely not! We had an understanding about this; only at our house!”
>Defiance takes hold of Sweetie's face, and you watch her reach for the hem of her shirt.
>”What do you think you are doing?!”
>”Undressing.”
>The sass is real.
>As a matter of fact, so is the disrobing.
>Sweetie's down to her underwear as soon as she tosses off your shirt.
>Rarity tries to get up again at the sight of her sister being two steps from nude.
>”Put that back on immediately!”
>In response to Rarity's command, Sweetie removes her training bra.
>Rarity lunges off of the couch to grab it and put it back on her.
>She doesn't manage to be two seconds on her legs, and fares only slightly better on her fatigued arms.
>”I swear to God, Sweetie Belle, if you don't put your clothes back on THIS INSTANT, I am going to punish you like never before!”
>As Rarity fumes beneath her, you watch Sweetie dig her thumbs into her panties.
>They slide down her thighs slowly, until they reach the floor.
>Rarity yelps as she sees her sister's panties sitting atop the carpet.
>For emphasis, Sweetie picks up her panties and holds them up to her navel.
>You're not sure, but you think Rarity might be having an aneurysm right now.

>>27889475
>”I-you...how dare you! Do you think you can just disobey me and not expect any consequences!?”
>Sweetie Belle casually drops the undergarments onto Rarity's face as she walks off in a huff towards your room.
>Your eyes trail her as she saunters past you.
>What the hell is going on?
>As soon as you hear your door shut, you turn your eyes back to Rarity.
>She hasn't said a word nor moved since Sweetie's undergarments fluttered onto her face.
>You peel them off of her, and see that she has gone comatose.
>What is it with people turning into statues in this town?
>Carefully, you put Rarity back onto the couch.
>Once she's settled in, you grab the remainder of Sweetie's clothes from the floor and move after Sweetie Belle.
>When you reach the door, you slowly open it and see Sweetie Belle lying on her side.
>Setting down her clothes, you walk over to the foot of the bed and sit at her feet.
“Uh, Sweetie?”
>”Yes?”
“What...what was all of that?”
>”I finally told Rarity to go f-find someone else to boss around.”
“Yeah, I saw that; but to her face?”
>Sweetie shifts on your bed until she's staring at the ceiling.
>”For once, I told her how I really felt. I didn't bottle any of my emotions up.”
“And how are you feeling right now?”
>Sweetie scrunches up and grabs hold of her knees, placing her chin above them.
>”I...I thought that telling her off would feel good, but for some reason...I feel a little bad about what I did.”
>You scoot back a bit onto your bed until you come parallel to Sweetie.
>She looks over to you with a troubled expression.
>”Do you think I...maybe went a bit far?”
“I couldn't tell you; I don't know what normal is anymore.”

>>27889480
>Sweetie Belle plops onto your lap again, and stares at you with her emerald peepers.
>”I love Rarity, she's my sister after all, but when she started barking orders at me and wanted to take me home...I didn't want to go.”
“Understandable, what with the storm.”
>”No, I mean...she still doesn't want to stop trying to control my life.”
“You're her kid sister. She's just looking out for you, albeit in her own psychotic way.”
>”That's the problem, Anon. It's like all Rarity wants is for me to live the perfect life she planned out for me instead of letting me live my own life.”
“I'm not denying that, but you know she's only doing what she is because she cares about you. One might even go so far as to say that she cares about you more than I do.”
>Sweetie Belle sticks her tongue out as she lightly shoves you.
>”Let's not go too far there.”
“Come on, you can't deny that she's at least as concerned for you as I am.”
>”You put up with Applebloom and Scootaloo for me. You're signing a recording contract just so you can marry me.”
“She was so scared for you that she tried to kill me twice.”
>”...Was that supposed to be a good thing?”
“It wasn't good, but it was her way of trying to show she cares.
>”Some care.”
“Had she succeeded, she could have gone to jail. She would have thrown away her entire future just for you. Think about that for a moment.”
>Those gems of Sweetie's roll around the room as she ponders the case you've presented to her.
>What little remains of her sassy disposition fades into true remorse.
>“You're right. She does care about my well-being. But she still smothers me.”

>>27889494
“Just be glad it's not Applebloom smothering you.”
>Sweetie can't help but snicker slightly as she remembers that Applebloom has indeed smothered someone with those honkers of hers.
>”Fine, I get it; things could always be worse.”
“Indeed, they could. So, no more antagonizing Rarity, okay?”
>”Okay.”
>Sweetie uses your shoulders to pick herself up and put herself in a position to hug you.
>You eagerly return her affections.
>Then you realize that you're hugging a nude Sweetie Belle.
>Slowly, you remove your arms and break off the hug.
“Uh, Sweetie, maybe you should put your clothes back on.”
>Her eyes shoot open and she seems quite baffled at you.
>”Anon, what are you saying?”
“I just, you know, think you should put your clothes back on.”
>”But why?!”
“Rarity's already having a hard enough time without me being alone with a naked sister.”
>”Are you saying you don't want to see me naked?”
“...That's not a fair question to ask a man, Sweetie Belle.”
.>”I'm already comfortable, though~”
>Sweetie collapses onto your bed and stretches out...all her...
>Yeah, you need to get out before your boner assumes direct control.
>Moving off of the bed, you make a dash for the door.
“We probably shouldn't leave Rarity out there alone, so I'm just gonna go check on her and make sure she's not dying, okay? Alright, be back in a bit.”
>You slip out of the room and try to calm down.
>Really, this is getting out of hand.
>You're gonna be having gray hair by the time this storm is over.
>How much longer shall your fortitude be tested?

>>27889497
>Thinking about as many unappealing thoughts as you can, you walk down the hall and see Rarity is still where you left her.
>You walk cautiously to the side of the couch and keep mind of where her arms are.
“Rare?”
>Watching her, you don't see a single movement.
>Until she blinks.
>As her eyes open, her entire head shifts to look at you.
>”Does this please you, Anonymous?”
“Please?”
>”There's no need for you to play the fool. All this time, you've been poisoning Sweetie's mind behind my back. I had no idea you could be so nefarious.”
>Wow; what a way to start the conversation.
“Now come on, Rarity, you know that's not true.”
>”Is that so?”
“What would I have to gain from that?”
>”Since this is your plan, why don't you tell me?”
>You don't like this look she's giving you.
>Having seen it before, you know what that means.
>Instinctively, you back away out of any possible reach.
“Rarity, I swear that I haven't been putting any thoughts of any sort into Sweetie Belle's head about you!”
>”Please forgive me if I find that hard to believe.”
“It's the tru-”
>”Never before has she spoken to me like that. Not once in her entire life. We may have had a spat or two when it came to something innocuous, like which kind of pasta to have for dinner, but that...that was not something the child I know would ever say to me.”
“Rare, you need to just calm down a bit. It's not that bad.”
>”Anonymous, I've been seeing to Sweetie Belle's needs since I was ten years old. For six long years I have practically raised her, on my own. She is the closest thing in my life at this moment to a daughter. So, no, Anonymous, you've got no legitimacy in telling me that the most important person to me in the world speaking to me like that is anything but bad.”

>>27889506
>...
>As melodramatic as she can be, this isn't one of those times.
>You weren't prepared for this, but it's too late to retreat now.
“I understand how you feel, Rarity, but she's not going to try and cut you out of her life. I've already spoken with her about the whole thing, and she actually feels bad that she exploded at you.”
>”That's why she's currently waiting for you in your bedroom, as naked as the day she was born, for whatever manner of horrible thing you plan to do to her and eliminate any remaining shred of chastity and innocence she possesses?”
>Must every word out of her mouth paint you as a villain?
“I already told her to put on some clothes, Rarity. I don't plan on doing anything to her or with her in my bed.”
>Rarity locks eyes with you, as if she were watching an errant rat she was about to pounce on.
>Were it not for her weakened constitution, you'd have already grabbed the dictionary from the bookshelf below the television.
>She slowly turns her gaze upward as she realigns her head, ending your staring contest.
>”Nearly every day that she comes home, the first thing she does is take off her clothes and neatly fold them into a pile to be sent to the laundry hamper. Do you know why she does that?”
>...You gathered there was a story behind it since the kitchen incident, but you never gave it much thought after that.
>”Back during my earlier days as a designer, I would create smaller versions of my clothing lines and put them onto Sweetie Belle, to see how they would look when actually in motion. Needless to say, a child doesn't like to be turned into a dress-up doll.”
>It's subtle, but you can tell that there's a tinge of sadness to her words now.

>>27889512
>“Sweetie Belle already fussed about with her clothing beforehand, and I decided to propose something that would work out for the both of us: For agreeing to allow me the right to study my clothing on her, I would allow Sweetie Belle the freedom of complete and unending nudity within our household. The reason that I did that wasn't because I really felt she would stop if I didn't, but because I wanted to show her I was willing to give and take in this agreement. To show that I would allow her to a choice.”
>Rarity drapes arm over her face, obscuring her eyes.
>”What she did today not only discarded her clothing, but that small gesture which we had bonded over. Do you know what it feels like to see someone you care for break your heart in such a way?”
>No, you don't.
>Your family doesn't endorse nudism.
“Rarity, Sweetie Belle still loves you. She's just been going through a lot of emotional consideration today. Marriage, love, friendship; all of those things have been going through her mind today.”
>”Marriage?”
“Yes, I told her I was going to marry her.”
>”You did what.”
“...Did you not think I was going to?”
>Rarity's hand slips from her face as she glares at you again.
>”Irrespective of my...proposition, you've got some nerve to put such a notion in her head, especially when you're without employ.”
>As she continues to stare you down, you feel a conflicting batch of emotions.
>You've really got no idea what to say.
>Instead, you go to grab the stack of papers from the table and gather them in your hands.
>Risking the attack of opportunity, you place them squarely on Rarity's stomach.
>Unsure of what you've just given her, she reaches out for them and looks them over.
>When she sees exactly what you've procured she drops them to the floor in utter disbelief.

>>27889530
>”No. This isn't real. Whatever you thought you could do with that fake contract is not going to work.”
>Rarity has taken both of her temples into her hands.
>This day has been one big trip of deja vu, so far.
>”J-just stop! Whatever game you're trying to play here, I'm not going along with it!”
“Rare, this isn't a game. I got a job.”
>”I refuse to believe that a high-school student has gotten a two-million dollar contract and seventeen percent on royalties!”
>You thought that this might be a harder sell than everything else.
>Hell, you barely believe it.
>But, you have one more thing for Rarity.
>From the pocket of your shorts, you produce Peachbottom's card and hand it to her.
>Rarity trembles as she looks it over.
>”N-no. There's no possibility that you're telling the truth. This has to be a trick. There's no way, there's no way, there's no way.”
>She's turned into a broken record.
>You can't stomach seeing her like this.
>Reaching out slowly, you grab her arm within reach.
>She slowly starts to come back to her senses as you set her arm down.
>Her eyes stare at you, not with malice, but confusion.
>Akin to a lost puppy.
>You take a moment to center yourself and figure out what to finally say.
“Give that number a call, and you'll see this is real.”
>There's no shortage of hesitation on her part.
>Deep down, she knows that this is real.
>But she can't accept it.
>She really doesn't want to.
>You put your hands in your pockets and wait expectantly for her to produce her phone.
>Without a second thought, she unlocks her phone and begins the call.
>Every tone produced is like nails on a chalkboard to her.
>It almost pains you to see her go through this.

>>27889562
After a few days of Internet outages, computer issues, and being dragged on an all-day Pokemon Go safari, I have updated. I hope this doing it for you guys.

>>27889573
Yesssssssss { insert intellectual response here}

>>27889467
>>27889475
>>27889480
>>27889494
>>27889497
>>27889506
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>>27889562
Mah nigga.

>>27889562
Rarara isn't going to go full siscon yandere, is she?

no pg 9

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You do not yet have my permission to die.

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>>27879115

Nobody ever got good by not trying.

>>27885918

Truly magnificent.

>>27875026

>You stiffen up and half turn around, half pull yourself away, resulting in losing your balance and falling off your beanbag chair onto your back.
>Rainbow Dash lets out a yell as she loses her balance, slipping from the edge of your bed and falling onto her hands and knees.
>You maneuver yourself into a sitting position with the beanbag chair between the two of you.
"Wh-what? What are you talking about?"
>Dash looks annoyed.
"Oh drop it, Anonymous. It's not like everyone doesn't already know about your little game."
>What?
"What are you talking about?"
>She rolls her eyes.
"Come on, Anonymous. Did you really think Rarity wasn't going to tell everyone about how you two stayed after hours in the arcade so you could give her a 'private lesson?' I mean, we're friends and all, but you can't trust her to keep something like that a secret."
>You feel your skin crawl.
>Dash grins and leans back on her knees.
"And it's not like everybody doesn't already know you were banging her sister. Word around the arcade is your gaming skills must be sexually transmitted, she's so good now."
>Your eye twitches and you unconsciously clench your fists against the ground.
"Still, I can't believe you had the balls to actually charge people for your 'lessons.' How much did Diamond Tiara pay for that make out session the day of the tournament? It seemed like a pretty hands on lesson from what I hear."
>She leans forward, smirking deviously.
"You must really like 'em young, eh Anonymous? That's okay, I'm flat enough that you can pretend whatever you like."
>You push yourself to your feet and glare down at Rainbow Dash.
"Get out."
>She looks up at you, confused.
"What?"
"I want you to get dressed, get your things together and go home."
>She raises an eyebrow.
"You're kidding, right?"
"No. I don't know what you thought I invited you over for, but it wasn't that. Not anything close to that."

>>27892488
New drawfag approves

>>27892488
So wait. She is coming on to him or not? Am I imagining things that aren't there or is it exactly what I think?

>>27892905
I think anon is just being a bigger faggot than even our worst predictions suggested

>>27892488
>Word around the arcade is your gaming skills must be sexually transmitted
>How much did Diamond Tiara pay for that make out session
> That's okay, I'm flat enough that you can pretend whatever you like
I'm crying. This is not a ylyl thread, PB, please get serious again.

>"I want you to get dressed, get your things together and go home."
I'm convinced that Anon is either gay or a fag.

>>27893746
>Reminding him of sweetie belle and rarity
>Saying he's a pedophile
>She wants to be a loli
Mhmm, because that's not extremely rude and creepy

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>>27888653
Tablet went wonky. Lit incense. Should work now.
Spoon tomorrow. Green + other stuff.

Post your author/story rankings base on skill or whatever criteria and judge others:
>mediocrewritefag
>Ponybones
>twiligh\tg\ame_nite
>TemplarWrittenLog
>twiligh/tg/ame_night
>Shade of Dusk
>The new writer

For these threads alone, not for any other projects.

Have to be away from PC tonight so reduced updates my friends
>>27889106
>She follows him into the kitchen from the porch door seeing his mom sitting in an antique chair at a similar table beside the kitchen phone and stools at the breakfast nook. His mother is surprised he has a guest but nods to them quickly, handing Anon the phone while offering a seat to Sweetie.
“Hello Vice Principal Luna. What is the occasion for the call may I ask?”
“Mister Anonymous, I am calling you about an encounter you had this afternoon with Miss Diamond Tiara and Miss Silver Spoon. Their parents have called me this evening after they got home telling me that you verbally assaulted them after school today. Would you care to elaborate?”
>As Anon goes into his explanation of the incident, offering both Sweetie as a witness and a vocal recording from his phone, his mother mouths to Sweetie if she would like a soda or fruit while Anon finishes his call. After a few minutes the call wraps up and Anon exhales exasperatedly.
“Well looks like I have to show up to V.P. Luna’s office first thing tomorrow to share my recording of this afternoon. She also wants to see you too for your side…” Anon sighs as he turns to his mom. “I’m glad you are in the school system’s administration otherwise I was likely to be suspended or so the VP suggested.”
>”Well looks like you have an early start tomorrow even without classes. Now would you please introduce me to your cute lady friend? You two arrived just in time for dinner though I might need some help with it.
“Sure mom. This is my friend Sweetie Belle and she is a grade lower than me but has had a few classes with me…”

>>27894273
Based on enthusiasm/effort as a writer:
>mediocre
>Shade of Dusk
>Ponybones
>Templar
>The new writer
>TGN's filler
>TGN

>>27889562
even for a crazy person I feel sorry for her. though the idea of a naked sweetie bell waiting for us is too much for me to ignore.

>>27892488
HOOOOOOOOOOOLY shit. Once a-fucking-gain, anon manages to act like a total fucking faggot. Fucking fagtimus prime over here always fucking shit up and acting like a total fucking bitch.

Damnit. How can one Anon have 3 girls constantly trying to fuck him, be a total know-it-all and fucking savvy ass vocabulary and shit with a nice set of skills, while the other Anon is apparently a fucking mini-genius or some shit, able to manipulate fucking anyone into doing whatever the fuck he wants, yet he fucks up 2 of his chances at a relationship, tries to make out with random women for fuck all reasons, fucks up and gets decked in the nose, then turns down a bitch half naked and ready to fuck him.

Need I add that the savvy Anon is getting a 2 million dollar contract for a record company, and is getting married to the love of his life, while the other is trying to kill himself because he's a bitch that can't make proper life choices?

Jesus Christ. Kill him off and make the story focus on Button Mash, he's a fucking rotten little kid yet still gets more pussy than Anon will ever dream of. Shit, he's practically the Flash Fucking Sentry of this story.

On topic, fuck anon.

>>27895732

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Gaming was canceled so MORE FOR YOU ALL!!!
>>27894378
>”Oh the one you were helping out a friend in taking home after her practice?” Anon’s mom blurts out as she turns to Sweetie sitting on a stool. Sweetie is sitting tensely trying to be as proper as she can as Anon’s mom continues. “Her sister was the one you were helping out? The clothes nut?”
>Sweetie snickers as the description.
>”Rarity prefers to be called a Fashionista though there are times… It is a pleasure to meet you ma’am. I love your house and the drive in. I never imagined Anon lived in such an idyllic place but then again he never really opens up about his home life, “Sweetie quips as she playfully glances over to him.
>”Oh really? I guess he finally started to listen to me about giving too much information, “ Anon’s mom stealthily jabs at her son. “He used to just share too much information, causing me and his father no end of grief.” Anon shrinks in his chair before his mother continues with a request of him.
>“Son, could you please go get a half gallon of whole milk? I forgot it when getting this week’s groceries and I need it for the smashed red potatoes. It should not take you long and it would give me some time to get to know your friend here.”
>Sweetie has a look of concern till she sees Anon’s reassuring smile and a calming wave.
“Uh sure mom. I’ll do it… Sweetie, I will hurry so she doesn’t ask so much that she knows your whole family history,” Anon softly says as he rubs his shoulder while he goes toward the door.
>She turns toward him as he rushes out the door and his mom walks over to her with a piece of American cheese as the smaller dog skitters in. Anon’s mom opens up a piece she has and offers it to the dog causing the dog so stand on her hind legs.
>”Why don’t you try it? Rascal here LOVES cheese. It is her favorite treat and she generally avoids new people till she sees the cheese.”

>>27897050
>“Sounds like traditional conditioning. Pavlovian I think it was called…” Sweetie states as she touches her chin.
>“Good Job! Anon told me you were a smart girl,” the matriarch retorts. “He was also not exaggerating when he said you were a cute one.”
>Sweetie blushes as red a fresh tomato picked in its prime as she is suddenly as a loss for words only to be disrupted from the sudden self-awareness by the pawing of the black and white creature thinking with its stomach. She quickly unwraps the cheese, though a bit clumsily from her mental state. The dog looks up at her with the wall-eye look of a 4 legged catfish, huffing expectantly.
>Sweetie tears off a sliver and holds it out as the dog dances trying to reach it, catching the piece as Sweetie drops it.
>” I did not mean to fluster you, dear,” Anon’s mom states as she reaches across to her across the nook. “I mean that is part of why he told me he volunteered to take you home as often as he had. Oops… I guess he got his verbal skills from me,” she states with a hard laugh.
>”Anyways, could you help me with finishing the rest of this? Anon should be only a few more minutes with his run to the store unless he gets ‘lost’ again in the tools like usual.”

>“I would like to but I am not too handy in a kitchen nor is my mom…” Sweetie trails off.
>“This time you have me to guide you and it is not much. Mostly getting things out as I warm up the last bit of all this. The only real cooking is the potatoes and we need Anon for that.”
>Anon’s mom refills her glass of chardonnay then guides Sweetie to the serving dishes and as to which ones she wants each of the dishes in: venison pot roast, baked squash, green bean, and a spare one for potatoes when they are done.

>>27897050
u legit bro

>>27893993
You have the magos's approval for your meme. Looking forward to the Spooning

>>27897182
Thank you

After extensive scientific research, I can confirm the following:

1. Soarin and Silver works (http://en.inkei.net/vagina/a/Soarin!Silver_Spoon!20160714)
2. Silver's first time must have been interesting (http://en.inkei.net/vagina/a/Soarin!Silver_Spoon+Hymen!20160715)
3. Diamond Tiara would be a cock milking slut (http://en.inkei.net/vagina/a/Soarin!Diamond_Tiara!20160715)
4. Spitfire should try climbing aboard Soarin's dick at least once in her life (http://en.inkei.net/vagina/a/Soarin!Spitfire!20160715)

This research paid for by the autism foundation

>>27897294
I love you and want yer baboos in my butt

>>27897401
Thing that sucks is you can't make custom sex scenes. You can only make custom genitalia. So we can't recreate >IT HURTS.

>>27897590
Can't do M/F anal either

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>>27897401
>Forget that this thing existed
>Check it out and have a lark
>Out of curiosity, check out future stuff
>Make the mistake of seeing how Anon and Applebloom pair up
>http://en.inkei.net/vagina/a/Anon!Applebloom+Hymen!20160715
>Instantly mortified

I don't think I'm gonna be able to write tonight with that on my mind.

>>27897887
damnit

>>27897401
That certainly explains Silver Spoon's obsession with Soarin.

>>27893993
>Tablet went wonky.
Nigga, you use a tablet?

>>27895732
>fucking waaaah, the only important thing to me is reading about a fictional person getting laid, screw having actual character. He should drop everything to get some pussy over everything else in his life, because that's all life is for.

This whole post just makes me laugh, please continue; your autism is amusing.

>>27895732
You know you just mashed different stories together in that shitpost right? Ponybones anon doesnt have the goddamn 2mil contract thats Mediocres anon shows how much effort you put into reading the stories

>>27898194
>screw having actual character.
>get some pussy over everything else in his life, because that's all life is for
>all life is for
>life
The same shit he was about to end because his lolicon lover doesn't like him. Anon doesn't have a fucking character.

This pathetic excuse for a main character has:
>Failed to attract his crush
>Failed to keep his lover
>Failed to keep his secondary crush
>Attempted to kill himself
>Failed to kill himself
>Got cucked by his rival(really fucking sad)
>Spiraled into depression for like 2 weeks
>No control over his emotions

Tell me how he raged at Rainbow Dash while she was trying to fuck him. The bitch was waiting outside his house for a week leading up to the point where she can fuck him, and he doesn't fuck her. He actually gets mad that she wanted to, because he's such a pussy that he got triggered once she brought up the fact that everyone he knew and 'liked' betrayed him because he was so fucking useless that no one cared to have respect for his privacy.

>You feel your skin crawl.
>Your eye twitches and you unconsciously clench your fists against the ground.
>You push yourself to your feet and glare down at Rainbow Dash.

Haha, nigga should've went Super saiyan on her ass and called it a story, a lot better than him solidifying the fact that he's a mortal pussy.

>>27898230
>attack my post
>no reading comprehension
>>How can one Anon have 3 girls constantly trying to fuck him, be a total know-it-all and fucking *savvy* ass vocabulary
>>Need I add that the *savvy* Anon is getting a 2 million dollar contract for a record company
If you had any comprehension skills you would've pieced together the fact that mediocre anon is the savvy one. Really shows how much effort you put into english during the 3rd grade.

>>27895732
>>27898285
This. Anon is written poorly. He isn't even being written in a way where the world is against him like Silver Spoon in TGN's story, he's written in a way where he has everything but fucks everything up himself.

If he had any sort of balls none of the events after him kissing Rarity would've happened. He's just written to act like a pussy. The story is still good, but Anon is the worst part.

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>>27895732
>>27898285

"This pathetic excuse for a main character has:
>Failed to attract his crush
>Failed to keep his lover
>Failed to keep his secondary crush
>Attempted to kill himself
>Failed to kill himself
>Got cucked by his rival(really fucking sad)
>Spiraled into depression for like 2 weeks
>No control over his emotions"

You're right, all that should IMMEDIATELY BE IGNORED just so he can put his peebis inside Rainbow Dash's fajiji, because he's been all about trying to get blue pussy thus far. Nevermind that he finds Rainbow Dash fucking annoying, and only wanted to try to get rid of/take revenge on Button Mash. Nevermind that he was just called a whore and a pedophile, and found out that rumours have been circulating about him which could help explain why Sweetie Belle fucking detests him. Nevermind that he hasn't been remotely competent or emotionally stable while doing literally anything besides hanging out with Sweetie Belle and playing video games up to this point in the entire fucking story.

You've just made two entire posts dedicated to explaining exactly why his behaviour isn't remotely out of the ordinary, and yet you're acting like this somehow upsets you. It's fine to not like the character, lots of us don't, myself included. But don't say shit like "Anon doesn't have a fucking character" and go on a tirade just because you're mad he's not having sex with Rainbow Dash for no reason other than you want to see a RD sex scene because Mr. Skeleton Horse is such a talented writer he makes your downstairs feel funny.

>>27898230

Devil's advocate, he didn't attribute the 2 million contract to my Anon. If you're going to criticize for reading comprehension, you have to actually have it.

>>27898612
This post made my downstairs feel funny

>>27898000
I do when I'm at work. Laptop is too big to bring in, writing on a phone is silly, and a fun combo of 10-12 hour shifts and 4 AM shifts has left me too tired to write when I get home, but praise the Omnissiah, the motherfucking tablet is charging again!