Anon in Pony Prison #42:Get Back in the Corner Edition

>>27840272
Is thread kill?

>>27840272
Holy shit what happened to this thread?

>>27840778
Didn't get bumped and it was down for over a day I think.

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>>27840781
This is quite worrisome.
Please don't die again.

>>27840827
I'll try not to. Actually wrote some 49k words the few days my shoulder was healing so I should have plenty to update once I get to editing some more.

I may as well bump. Sorry guys. I just started getting back into my comic again

>Page 9
Bump

>>27841408
Drawing, writing, or both? Post wip.

>>27842382

I draw a comic. I kinda nuked the old one, and made a new one. It's shit. I can't draw. Like, at all. I'm decent with backgrounds sometimes at least. Just not drawing actual things. Like pones or people.

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Keep in mind. I'm using a mouse. On GIMP. On a bed cause I don't have a decent surface to use.

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Panel 2. Please kill me.

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And this is he last I have so far. I'm at work using the clover app right now, so I can't do mucb

>>27842445
>making excuses
That's a shitty looking Earth with a giant vagina in the center.

10/10

>>27842445
>>27842454
>>27842461
Neat. Try using a piece of cardboard under the mouse. Works wonders.

>>27842561
Huh. Never thought of that!

>>27842561
>The trip is mostly quiet.
>Anonymous doesn’t seem too keen on talking for once, as he looks around enjoying the reddening of the leaves.
>Maybe it’s because he can’t use any of that vulgar language outside his home.
>You want to break the silence, but what do you say?
>The two of you have nothing in common.
>Not to mention you think he’s always had some sick pleasure in teasing you solely.
>“Anonymous, nice day isn’t it?” you mumble.
>”It is,” he says, looking down to smile at you.
>You feel like you’ve unleashed the beast.
>"I never got to say it before I left, but thanks Cookies."
>"W-what for?"
>"Most of my friends left prison after a few days to a week, but you were always around keeping me company."
>"Save it, Anonymous. That buttering up won't work on me."
>"Ahh darn," he grins.
>After a few hours of idle small talk every now and then with no teasing, which you never thought Anonymous was capable of, the both of you agree to stop for a quick break.
>You have an apple to snack on, but have lost your appetite as Anonymous starts munching on his dry meat reserves.
>You should be trying to get to know Anonymous a little better, or at least, start to figure out how he thinks now that he seems a little more tame.
>"You know Anonymous, You never really did seem bothered being in prison. Why the change of heart?"
>Not seeming bothered doesn’t really do it justice.
>He thrived.
>”Hmm. I guess... I got tired of the routine. Same repetitive meals three times a day, same curfew, same clubs, same antics from you," he says, before visibly straining to take a bite out of a strip of meat.

>>27842661
>Your antics?
>He drove you mad in your vain attempts to expose him, but for some reason he’d slip up and get caught in the end anyways.
>Crime really does never pay.
>"I guess I just wanted to expand my horizons. Easier said than done when you’re on all the lists, terrible rumors have spread to outside gang leaders, and everyone knows everyone’s criminal record," he chuckles.
>By expand his horizons, does he mean taking over Equestria?
>You don’t think he’s that evil, but you wouldn’t put it past him either.
>”To be honest, I was planning on coming back next week because of it anyways.”
>”I’m sorry, Anonymous.”
>You had no idea he’s had it so hard outside of prison.
>No wonder he keeps returning.
>”I think I’ll be alright, even though, I-” he pauses and sniffs, making you look to him in worry. “I had a great sock heist planned and everything. It would have been really funny and now I probably won’t get to see it come to light anytime soon.”
>You sigh and get back up, earning a chuckle out of him.
>By late afternoon you make it to Ponyville.
>The trip was definitely a lot shorter since you’re not actively looking for somepony.
>Stalls start to hide more fragile or valuable items under the shelf. Some ponies seem to smile, probably thinking that you’re here to lock Anonymous away.
>Others just stare.
>Fur on your withers start to stand upright, the unwanted attention making you uncomfortable
>You know for a fact the locals didn’t treat him this way before, it has to be because of his criminal record.
>Looking up at him, he seems to be unphased but you know as much of a tough guy Anonymous is, it still has to bother him.

>>27842672
>“Have you been alone in the woods without any friends the whole two weeks you’ve been out of prison, Anonymous?”
>”Nahh, every weekend I head out to the Everfree to talk to some Zebra. She buys me things in town for me in exchange for some money and help with gathering alchemical reagents in the forest.”
>The same Everfree where ponies never come out of?
>”I-isn’t it dangerous?”
>”Not really, I even made friends with a manticore. He’s just a big ol’ fluffy kitty underneath those sharp teeth,” he explains raising his own claws up giving a playful snarl of his own. ”The most aggressive thing I can think of are timberwolves when they get overzealous. But they shatter pretty easily if you push them over.”
>You wince.
>You and Anonymous have been at odds ever since you laid eyes on each other so you’re glad he’s never gotten that violent with you.
>”They get back up after a few minutes,” he reassures you.
>”Well, a whole week is still a long time to be alone, A-Anonymous,” you croak.
>You start to choke back tears.
>Nopony deserves that, not even Anonymous.
>Justice means everypony has a happy ending.
>That’s the first thing they taught you in the guard’s academy.
>”Hey, enough of that.” He kneels and nests your muzzle in his hands, wiping the tears running down with his opposable thumbs, his eyes darting around at some of the ponies that have taken notice.
>”The peace and quiet was relaxing, honest.”
>You’ve been skeptical about him but maybe he really has changed his tune.
>Letting your mind venture, you start to wonder if Anonymous is only being polite… mostly polite because he’s been lonely.
>What happens when he reunites with his gang?
>For all you know, he’ll turn on you during the fieldtrip.
>You steal another glance at him.

>>27842686
>He peers back down at you.
>Suddenly the pebbles on the ground become more interesting.
>You don’t think he’d ever go that far.
>Right?
>The both of you doze off in the train, tired from the long walk.
>Nopony else is going to your stop so it’s relatively quiet, save for the hum of the engine and the clacking of metal rolling over the tracks.
>Before long you and Anonymous are standing outside one of Equestria’s most notorious of prisons, Fetlock Penitentiary.
>You both agree to go to your dorm, take a hot bath, and sleep the evening off so you can get a nice fresh start in the morning.
>Several guards on duty salute you as you pass.
>At one point you have to pry Anonymous off the K-9 unit’s puppies. Whom all wag their tails and pile on him as he rolls around on the ground giggling like a mad pony.
>After a brief apology, you finally make it inside the building.
>Guards unfamiliar with Anonymous shoot you odd glances as you take him to your room.
>A few worried ones for those that are.
>You’re going to have to explain later.

That's it for now, got some work to catch up on. Tomorrow we go Anon pov.

Pastebin has been updated with all my recent bullshittery yo

>>27842696
dude wheres your pastebin

>>27842696

So R, are you that Rat guy? The one who was doing that green about anon not clueing in that he was in kinderprison, and not human type prison? Thought everyone was gonna rape him?

>>27843797
I think he is?

>>27843797
I am. Kind of put that in hiatus for now in favor of this.
http://pastebin.com/9j3DS4Vt Should probably post link to this story since it's a new thread.
>>27843656
http://pastebin.com/u/Rat_Chieftain

>>27842696
This is cute.

>>27844194
Thanks, friend.

>>27844194
very cute

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>>27840781
How could we let this happen?

P9

>>27848311
a bump before bed

>>27847396
Not sure, friend.

>>27842696
>Be lean and green.
>You get up bright and early.
>Checking the bedroom, Cookies still seems to be out cold.
>You’d have figured her for an early bird.
>Searching for you must have taken a lot more out of her than she let on.
>Resisting the urge to cuddle the cute little horse awake, you decide to let her sleep in while you get ready and prepare breakfast.
>For all you know it’s a crime to skip the most important meal of the day in horseland.
>Oats and berries are an easy enough find, seeing as how she keeps everything neat and in order.
>You throw a small pot of water and kettle on the stove while you get acquainted with her kitchen a bit more.
>Flipping open one of the cupboards in search for tea, you find some coffee instead.
>You’re not sure how she likes coffee prepared, though you can probably guess with a lot of sugar.
>You leave the cream and sugar on the table anyways for good measure.
>While that’s going, you take the time to get dressed and ready to tackle the day.
>Soon enough you hear the kettle go off, casually walking towards it to pour it in two mugs, before stirring the oats and pouring some into two bowls.
>Setting two bowls on the table, you creep back over to her room and gently nudge her awake.
>She groans and rolls over in response.
>Smirking, you crawl onto the bed.
>”Come on, Sunshine,” you coo in her ear. ”We have a lot of prep to do today.”
>She stirs, turning to look at you, her groggy eyes slowly focusing on your grin.
>Panicking, she whinnies loudly and pushes you hard enough for you to fall backwards from her undersized bed, making a loud thump as you hit the floor.
>That could have been a lot worse if pony hooves didn’t feel like marshmallows.
>She rushes to the edge of the bed, worry evident on her face.

>>27850275
>“A-Anonymous. I’m so sorry, I-”
>You can’t help but laugh loudly.
>Her face goes through a series of changes, from concern, to confused, to angry.
>If you go to jail for this, that cute pouty face you’ve missed so much makes this all worth it.
>”What were you doing on my bed?”
>You put on the most unconvincing frown. ”I was just waking you up for breakfast. Then you assaulted me so savagely.”
>”B-breakfast?”
>”T-tell my kids...”
>She starts to tremble and tear up.
>”Tell my kids... I’m sorry I never had them.” You play dead.
>You stay like that for a few seconds, waiting for the scolding that never comes.
>Sitting back up, you see her in a near paralytic state, staring at you with glazed over eyes.
>Maybe you pushed too far this time.
>Well, she’s awake.
>”I’m fine, Cookies.”
>”T-that doesn’t change the fact that I-”
>You press a finger to her lips.
>Being just a few mere millimeters from optimal booping position, you cause her to jump with a quiet eep.
>”Hush now, and go eat your breakfast so you can get to work on time.”
>She scrunches her nose and pulls away, babbling like mad.
>Grinning, you walk back over to the kitchen.
>”Look, to make it up to me,” you yell. “You’re going to pretend you don’t hear me stealing cookies out of this Jar.” You reach in for them, piling a few in a paper napkin on her counter.
>”That’s a crime in ponyland, right? Stealing cookies out of jars?”
>She sighs and ignores you, sitting down on the table.
>”What? I’m genuinely curious.”
>”Stealing cookies, or anything for that matter is a crime, Anon,” she deadpans.
>”A shame I can’t steal you all up for myself then.”

>>27850279
>You can almost hear her cringe, as you wrap the cookies up and shove them into your pocket.
>You regret nothing.
>Turning around with two mugs in hand, you find Cookies giving you a very stern look.
>”Should I be keeping my eye on you today, Anon?”
>You stare at her blankly for a moment.
>”How can I say no to a face like that?” you shrug. “But if I have to use level three swear words or get a little rough, you have to promise not to get in the way.”
>”Anonymous, I have a reputation to maintain.”
>”Cookies, I’m appalled. You know I’d never do anything to tarnish your reputation.”
>Setting the cups down, you take a sip and start guzzling the oats.
>Cookies winces as you down your coffee, but won’t bring up why.
>”Try carrying a logbook or something so you can pretend overlook some things,” you suggest.
>She mulls it over while chewing. ”Fine.”
>Before long the both of you finish.
>You take care of the dishes while Cookies gets ready, being sure to grab her cap before she can and put it on.
>”Wow, I’m rocking this,” you say, looking at a mirror stationed near near door.
>”Anonymous!” she snaps.
>You make a mad dash to the prison proper, with her a few feet behind.
>She must really like this hat.

being ded is a crime
into the jail you go

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>>27850775
ok

>>27850283
>you will never tease cookies

>>27852224
Why live.

>>27852162

jailbreak

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Sorry guys. I'm trying to write. But I'm just so down lately. Just can't get my happiness up enough to actually write.

>>27855684
It's okay. Don't force yourself, just have a pudding cup and calm down.

>>27855763
what kind of pudding do they even serve in pony prison?
I love tapioca and rice pudding
mmmmm pudding

>>27856549
They serve every kind of pudding. Pudding is the most important meal of the day!

Only 17 different posters and one story being posted after 2 days. We've had a good run but it's time to give it up guys come on, it's not going to pick back up.

>>27857548
Send help ;_;

>>27857855
just keep postan in the aie general, they'll accept you there

>>27857876
I don't think I've posted there since 2012 or early 2013, kek. Not counting the collab picture and shitposting some of the older writers and I did during thread 1000. I couldn't miss out on all that assmad. I'll go back if there's still no word from other writers in the next few days. Board's slow from the mini hiatus anyways.

Eh.
I really hate the idea of moving to a general.

Especially where all of our stories will be lost in the pile of crap none of us would care about.
>inb4 cntrl f

I don't use my pc for browsing the internet. It's strictly games and art.

>>27858530
To be honest, I kind of hated the idea of not having one general at first in favor of several bump generals. I see what you mean though.

It won't be as bad though. From what I hear AiE isn't active at all. At least compared to pre thread 200 in where there was a new thread or two every day.

>>27859239

I know what you mean. But still. It sucks for phone users

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If you niggers move to AiE I'm NEVER finishing Saddle Arabia's prison and if I do I'll give it a bad end.

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>>27860682
oh shit!

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>>27860682
Please don't, we'll be good.

>>27860682
Shit, I got caught by WoI trying to jailbreak.
Please don't senpai.

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>>27860682
Do it you bitch

>>27860682
It's already full of buttfuckers, how much worse could it get OOOOOOOH!

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>>27862384
Nah m8, i'm just trying to get fresh ideas for the next chapters.
And i'm waiting for my drawfriend to deliver a few stuff with Nightly Veil's new look he was really busy and needed some support in his studies.
Also i'm not being lazy as I stay in my tiny hiatus:
https://i.gyazo.com/14e9ff46771535e1338caf1735a4d35d.png

And thanks for the replies, I guess is most than the ones I got when I posted an update.

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>>27862573
Sounds good, bud. I'll try to keep updating regularly myself. Sunday's just a terrible day for me and I'm always pushing myself trying to get better at art 6+ hours a day while doing art commissions and spending 4 hours on the side. I think I'll go ahead and take breaks every now and then to write more. It's been fun doing something else for a change.

Sorry again for never responding, I started as a lurker for years and still have lurking tendencies. Forgot myself how motivating they can feel since I kind of hide in my corner and rarely ever post art anymore unless it's something for /tg/'s drawthread.

Hope bump.

>>27863773

>>27862484
shiieeeett

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As it turns out, ponice in Equestria also have a problem with profiling tribes from the Dark Continent for reasons nobody has managed to figure out.

>>27863773
Don't get them too high. They are sure to be dashed against cruelty of life

>>27864919
Well, zebras in real world africa are known to be far bigger assholes than their domesticated cousins. They're kind of like a far less cooperative version of camels.

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>>27866238

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>>27850283
Im loving this story.
Its cute. Like real fucking cute.
PLs moar.

Sure thing Anon, Just going to finish up lunch at 6am and I'll get back to editing.

>>27862573
>traps

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>>27868808
Get to work fucker.

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>>27869912
How motivational

>>27842661
It occurs to me, living in a cabin at the edge of the woods and rarely going into town would practically seem like Ruby Ridge to the marshmallow ponies.

>>27871186
>pony ATF try to siege you're house

>>27871859
After escaping from Alponetraz you hole up in your old wooden cabin with some hostages
Pony spetznaz places device that shoots multiple cream grenades on your window, triggering it
You and the hostages are all incapacitated from the explosive cream

MISSION COMPLETE

This horrifies her team, and her ruthlessness is one of the reasons why she's always shunned
You get sent back to prison, riding in the wagon with spetznaz pony and her team
You complement her on her ruthlessness
spetznaz pony now has a crush on you
her team is even more horrified

>>27872492
>spetznaz
Anon in pony Gulag green when?

>>27872844

I keep writing that kind of thing. Have been for a while. Just haven't tapped into enough creativity for that though to continue

>>27873002
Be continuing. We will be of wait.

>>27850283
Cute green in dying thread? My cup of tea. I will settle in, proper. Which of these pastebins should i start on?

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>>27862573
When you see it...

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>>27874216
>traps
¿?

>>27869912
tfw I fell asleep. Hold on guys, green coming in 20 minutes or so.

>>27871186
You're probably right.

>>27874200
http://pastebin.com/N3Vk1MaZ

>>27871186
That said, that's pretty much what Ruby Ridge was to begin with.

>>27850283
>The cafeteria room hasn’t changed at all, still having the same nostalgic feel of of a typical grade school canteen.
>One notable difference is how there seems to be other mythical creatures here now.
>Spending most of your time in prison, you don’t know what most these other creatures even are, more the less how to interact with them.
>Still, ponies seem to dominate in terms of numbers.
>You definitely don’t go unnoticed by some of these other races as you scan the crowd, trying to spot anyone you actually know.
>An orange unicorn sporting a pencil behind his ear notices the commotion and waves you over.
>Sighing in relief you make a confident stride over to him.
>”B-boss! Ohh, A-and hello Ms. Officer Cookies and Cream, Ma’am.”
>”I’m glad you’re still here, Jotter.”
>”I’ve been keeping things in order since you left, boss,” he salutes.
>His curious eyes dart between you and Cookies before he takes note of your casual clothing.
>”V-visiting?” he frowns. “It’s been really hard leading the crew on my own.”
>”Chaperoning for that field trip, actually. But don’t worry, I’ll take full responsibility of the gang while I’m around.”
>Cookies glances worriedly at you.
>“Who’s this weird creature hanging out with the cop, Jotter?” One orange suit speaks up, “He’s not even a grey suit!”
>Jotter jumps in his seat, “Please excuse him, Boss, he’s a newbie-”
>You hold up your hand signalling him to stop before extending it to the stallion, “Anonymous the human, at your service.” You give a warm smile, “Or rather, you’ll be in mine.”
>He grimaces and snorts.
>”Rude. Is this the kind of behavior you encourage now, Cookies?” You pull your hand back.
>The mare, casually turns a page in her logbook.
>”What?”

>>27874958
>You never thought you’d see her wear such a smug smile.
>”Pleasantries later, I guess. Let’s walk and talk, Jotter.”
>He glares at the stallion before getting up to follow you and Cookies out the door.
>“Don’t worry boss, I’ll bring them up to speed on how they should act around you.”
>”Sure, whatever. So who and what the fuck are all those other guys.”
>The stallion’s ears perk up at your swearing and he immediately distances himself from Cookies.
>Peering over to her, you see her still walking with that logbook in hoof.
>”Th-th-the other races?” Jotter mumbles, wary of Cookies.
> You nod, taking a sip from a juice box you snatched right under that orange suit’s nose.
>”W-well, after you came in and uhh... showed such promise, the warden started letting other races in too.”
>”More like, you guys always covered his tracks or took the blame for him.” Cookies grumbles.
>”H-how’d you-”
>”Technicalities,” You interrupt.
>“W-well, There’s the minotaurs, gryphons, diamond dogs, breezies, crystal ponies, and we even have two teenage dragons now. At one point we even had some buffalo, and donkeys but they’ve done their time.”
>A few pages flip over.
>”They all have their respective gangs, but don’t worry about it boss,” he says with great enthusiasm. “We’re under a sort of unofficial treaty. And since you’ll always be our boss, they won’t go out of their way to mess with you unless they want every other gang down their throat.”
>”The question is, will they jump when I tell them to jump, Jotter. I heard they’ve been causing problems for the guards we’ve befriended.”
>You turn to your guard companion who gives a nod. “And I want them to stop. Especially during the evaluation.”

>>27874966
>”Uhh well.” Jotter gulps, his legs trembling. ”S-somewhere along the line the other gang leaders decided they don’t need some spoilsports as friends and started picking on the guards. I-I didn’t want to have anything to do with it but I didn’t want to be called a goody two-shoes.”
>Horses.
>”Well, I guess it’s time I run everything again. Give me some intell, you say, tossing the now empty juice box into a nearby trash bin.
>Jotter purses his lips as he glances at Cookies again.
>”She’s cool.“
>He clears his throat, pulling out a notebook from who knows where.
>“Cornelian is a noble, really old timey being pretty much frozen for one thousand years. Has lots of wealth, but not especially up there in terms or brains or brawn. Practically got the dragons wrapped around her hooves.
>The two dragons, Pyre and Scorch… they do whatever they want. Not to question your toughness boss, but unless you’re fire resistant, I suggest you do too.”
>Cookies seems to have taken some interest in the notebook he’s holding.
>You look down at her and shake your head, mouthing the word “Off limits,” earning another cute frown.
>Maximilian has been managing the underground figh- knitting club and makes sure to regulate fair trade in the… errm” he glances at Cookies. “Market.” In for stealing gems from a caravan.”
>”Noted.”
>”Roughwind is probably the most ruthless pony I’ve ever met. A-aside from you of course, boss. You’ll know him when you meet him. I can see you guys being very close friends. He’s in for assault and battery on a pegasus.“
>“Steel Nerves is a brave warrior himself. Old and not very smart but extremely wise. No one knows why he’s in prison.
>Then there’s Grell, a real bad apple and only in the alliance because everypony else is. Here for illegal immigration and bullying locals.”

>>27874976
>”Lastly, there’s myself, the information broker and gang leader for the ponies since they thought of me as pretty hard core for being your freind. O-of course I was just looking after them in your steed boss.”
>”And you’ve been doing a great job it seems. I’m impressed.”
>You chew on your lip a bit in thought.
>”Colorful bunch. I want to speak with them personally. Set up a meeting with them this lunch period and brief them as to why I’m here.”
>Jotter stops, and lifts the pencil behind his ear with his magic, noting it down.
>”Can do, Boss.”
>”Ohh,” you stop. “And be sure to get the garden club to send a bouquet to the warden. From me.”
>”Consider it done.”
>”And...” you turn to look at him. “Great to see you again, buddy.”
>He beams at you. “You too, boss!”
>”Cookies, you should probably go make your rounds. I’ll catch up with you after the meeting.
>”Can’t I-”
>”No. It would be dangerous for the both of us.” More for her than you. “I promise you can join whatever it is I need to do afterwards. In the meantime, I have a date with the spa and jacuzzi.” >You wave her off and turn around.
>You’ve earned it too. Being the “boss” is a lot of effort after spending some time doing jackshit alone in the woods.
>”I’m putting a lot of trust in you, Anonymous.” You stop and turn towards her.
>”Have I ever done you wrong?”
>She looks as though she’s about to give you a mouthful but you interrupt.
>”Also, please I think we’re acquainted enough, just call me Anon... Are those puppies?”
>The K-9 unit quickly notices you, and panics, scrambling into each other before quickly changing their course into another corridor.
>You’ll be sure to make sure to make a quick detour.
>She frowns at you for a moment before nodding. “Later, Anon.”

>>27874983
>Are those puppies?

Some pupper is about to get pet.

aww yiss

its R

>>27874983
Having a hell of a time trying to match dialogue to characters

>>27875641
Yeah. It shouldn't all be green.

>>27874983
>>The K-9 unit quickly notices you, and panics, scrambling into each other before quickly changing their course into another corridor.
kek

>>27875641
>>27875668
Noted. Thanks, Anon's. I'll fix it up in the future.

>>27875601
>>27875676
>publicly cuddling puppies
They're just children you sick fuck!

>Today on Tartarus' Kitchen: Prison Edition with Chef Anon
>Level 3 naughty words spill from his mouth as the prisoners cower and cry
>No cupcakes are going out to the cafeteria
>And that's just terrible
>Also a bit racist
>What does Anon have against donkeys?

Are the rest of the writers kill?

>>27876655
Inferno was in the thread earlier.

>>27876655
Yes.

>>27875676
I thought the puppies liked Anon.

>>27878300

Zew plz come back

>>27840272
I remember when this thread was about cute ponies and cute cuddles. That's just cruel.

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its a pone

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also one thats good

>be anon in bump prison
>bumping is illegal in bump prison
>bump

>>27881574
>yeehaw

>>27882611
what a rebel

What would be illegal in ponyland?
Would puns be okay or horsing around is a crime?

>>27875678
Good stuff otherwise. Waiting on dem updates, baby

How would a pony Gulag even be?

>>27883784
puns would be very illegal

>>27884971
A place where you break the law by cracking a joke is a very sad place. Someone might just snap one day and pop a few puns regardless.

>>27884971
>"Anon, you are on trial today for several hundred counts of pun-maki-"
"YOUR WHOLE COUNTRY IS PUN!"
>"You are out of order."
"NO, YOU'RE OUT OF ORDER! AND YOU'RE OUT OF ORDER! EVERYBODY IN THIS COURTROOM IS OUT OF ORDER!"
>"Mister Anonymous!"
>"Actually, he's right. We were supposed to have have seats alphabetized and somepony lost the roll sheet!"
>The courtroom spirals into chaos as the judge bangs her squeaky gavel, the ponies start playing musical chairs, the lawyers are crying and the bailiff takes a nap
>Fucking ponies man
>They're so unSTABLE

>>27883939
Thanks, friend.

>>27885226
tfw puns are my weakness. It hurts to laugh anymore.

>>27880939

>>27887395

>>27888417

What I want to know, what the heck is in the pudding? There's gotta be something in there to make the inmates compliant and happy

I'm not eating that pudding, you can't make me!

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>>27889757
A bit of Joy.

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>>27889885
Can't wait for that fucking game

Paranoid anon in prison assuming the mandatory pudding is drugs when?

This only makes the prison guard mares want to cuddle and protect him since he has to be an abused colt

>>27890897

>>27890115
this sould be bioshock infinite
not that failure of a game they made

>>27891574
>failure

Pardon, but a myriad of numbers beg to differ

>>27891585
>myriad of flies can't be wrong
i fail to see where am i wrong

>>27840272

Vicious cuddling? Please, provide examples.

>>27875934
Would that be considered bestiality in Equestria?

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>>27884971
>puns
>illegal

>>27892877

>>27893666

This thread disgusts me right now.
100% bump, all the writefags left, thread is kill please

>>27894831
I hate to admit but he's right. For all the writefags that have a habit of making big updates every once in a while should probably start updating at least 1-2 posts every now and then just to keep the thread alive.

If they want the thread to stay alive, that is

>>27891975
Well?

>>27896492
So close to dying and u bump

>>27840756
Is this mare a guard or an inmate?

>>27896531
The Guard, Cookies and Cream I think

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Hey guys. I'm back for the night. I screwed up my leg at work today. Now it's all wrapped up in bandage because I can barely walk! Hooray!

>>27896878
good job

>>27896878
Fug, mate. Hope it gets better soon. Are you going to update? I'll be scared if you do. I updated again when I fucked my shoulder while working. If we make this a pattern people will hunt us down and beat the crap out of us so we update more.

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I'm slowly working on some green for this thread
But my recent injury is slowing that process down
Thread not ded yet

some life advice for you guys
NEVER do anything with a lawnmower unless you're wearing thick heavy gloves

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>>27897082
>>27897130
>>27897139

Come to think of it, I once sliced my finger open during a sword fight on new years eve up here in Canada, eh.

It was the morning after that I started writing some green and started on my comic

>>27897159
Kind of the same. Only I wasn't injured. Had a terrible third world Goblin flu or some shit that gave me a super high fever for like 3 days straight and gave me full body muscle cramps. I didn't go to the hospital but I drank a lot of water, took pain meds, and got well enough to sit up and write in bed.

>>27897139
Sure. The lawnmower.
It's already happening guys.

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>>27897352

I'm being serious when I say it was in a sword fight by the way. Like, I had a machete. A big one. Almost the length of my arm. Maybe just over half. It's big.

He had a scimitar. We were going at it in his back yard. In a ring of snow.

Sparklers burning around us, a roll of weed in each of our mouths, a bellyfull of liquor to each of us.

Fireworks exploding over head, the dawn of a new year encroaching.

We were swinging our blades about, dancing and parrying under the star lit sky.

And then with one failed block, my finger was cut.

I sprayed a good deal of blood about the snow until we went "Oh shit"

The we went into the house, blasted it with cold tap water, put a couple bandaids on it.

Then we went downstairs with the group, got back to drinking and watching japonies.

That animated Japanese horse racing bullshit.

This is a 100% true story. It was a hell of a night.

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I'm tired of the replacement Green thing. So yea.


>you are Iron Tarkington
>Posh, British, and distant cousin to Iron Tarkus.
>mmmmmm yeassss, quite.
>You are currently in the prison of pones.
>because your name lied about you.
>you were named Black Iron Tarkington
>after the family tradition of Black
>but you weren't black at all!
>you were green!
>you were greening to green past the green limit in a black priority zone
>think of the children Tarkington!
"You vile fiend! I hope you regret this!"
>"aye guv, really I do! Pish Tosh, big Ben and all"

>just another day in Pre Brit equestistan

>>27897352
lawnmowers are to Prison threads as boat propellers are to rgre threads

>>27897431
Brutal. Over here we just fire rockets at each other and at the neighbors of foreigners. Also play hot potato with some good size firecrackers.

To be honest I'm surprised and glad have all my fingers still. because it isn't uncommon for people to lose a few during that time of the year here. One gobbo even blew half his fucking head off one year. Was pretty metal.

>>27897534
I-Is that you Rat?
It's me, Caribou Bill :^)

>>27896511
Bumping for "vicious cuddling"...

>>27897810
PLEASE NO BULLY.

I'm so sore from work

Oh lord

>>27900095
Next time use lube anon.

>>27900095
>>27900152
What this guy said; you can at least make your prostitution as least painful as possible. Letting them go in dry must be pretty bad.

>>27900095
Rip. Update coming in a bit. Been busy these last 2 days learning how to animate and stuff.

>>27892877

>>27900551
prostitute anon in prison when?

>>27901339
Not Anon but prostitute
http://pastebin.com/tjAUkeFQ

>>27900634
If you guys can sit tight a little longer while I edit, I can update a lot more than usual.

>>27896572
I wanna cuddle her violently. She looks soft and comfy.

>>27902378
What does a violent cuddle look like?

>>27902615
Lightly scratching their bellies instead of petting, making their legs kick against their will as they writhe in pleasure.

>Head just above the waterline, you make yourself comfortable in the jacuzzi.
>You swear the tub got bigger since you were last here.
>Just when you start to doze off Jotter bucks the door open, ever eager to get you where you need to go.
>If only you could enjoy these facilities in peace and quiet.
>Sighing, you get up to towel off.
>At this point you feel culturally enriched enough to be naked around the horses.
>As you throw your pants on, the door bursts open again.
>”Anonymous! Cookies and Cream said I might find you here.” You turn to see the source of a new voice, a bit irate from the sudden loud noises.
>Relaxing, you salute Lucent Law, who seems to be cradling her flowers.
>”These are wonderful, Anonymous. And I can’t thank you enough for volunteering to help.”
”It’s the least I can do, Lucy. After you spent all that time and effort helping me turn my life around,” you whimper, wiping a fake tear with the towel. “I really appreciate you never giving up on me, ma’am.”
>She starts to choke back tears.
>”Cases like you make it all worth it, Anonymous,” she replies, wiping down tears of her own.
>She says that everytime you leave.
>Jotter nips and tugs on your pants leg.
”Ohh, uhh. Listen. I’d love to catch up but I’m supposed to meet with some friends.”
>”O-okay, Anonymous,” she says, breaking down, the tears now pooling out of her eyes. ”You take care now.”
>You sigh in relief, thankful Jotter was there to pull you out of that mess.
>He leads you back to the cafeteria, in a far secluded corner, where it seems a red curtain is hung on a series of hooks on the ceiling for privacy.
>Stepping inside, you gather stares from other other gang leaders.
>”About time you showed up,” A female diamond dog grunts. You can’t really pin down who she is.

>>27902767
Brutal

>>27902776
>Jotter should have been more specific, but you can work with it.
”Yeah, sorry about that,” you say, making your way to the end of the table across from the Minotaur.
>Roughwind, maybe.
>As you sit, you glance to the extraordinarily shiny horse, whom has two dragons on either side of her.
>By extraordinarily, you mean she’s a lot more shiny than the other ones you saw around.
>The specular lights coming off of her almost blind you.
>The dragons themselves don’t seem as feral and hostile as you thought they’d be.
>Figures.
>A red suit pony slides a tray with baked chicken and tuna casserole with peas right in front of you, before backing off without a word.
>You nod to him in thanks.
>They must have meals catered to carnivores now because of those dogs, winged lizards, and catbirds.
>The tiny insect horse seems to be screaming obscenities at you in some other language, pulling your attention back.
”Fellas. I know you’ve been excited to meet me, but we have more pressing matters.”
>”Yes, Sir Jotter mentioned you aim to reunite the inmates under one banner,” the crystal pony at the table replies.
Judging from her proper accent and formality, she must be Cornelian.
”Yes. Under me. Did he mention that part?”
>It causes some angry glances to be thrown your way.
”That doesn’t mean I’m going to strip you of power. You’ll still have your gangs. You’ll just answer to me for the next two days.”
>“Jotter still may be loyal to you Anonymous, but you can’t just walk in here and expect everything to be as it was before.” The minotaur lectures.
>He’s had a calculating look about him, this whole time so far.
>“We’re going to need something to go off of, Monkey boy. Excuse the language, Max, but from the rumors I’ve heard. He seems to enjoy being the guard’s lapdog.” Grell adds in a thick Slav accent.
>They love you already.

>>27902798
”For good reason, my feathered comrade. I assure you it puts all of our best interests at heart, if you’d let me explain the-”
>The loud little bug horse flies over to you and points a threatening hoof at your chest.
>The Stallion next to you gasps in horror.
>Whatever that little bug is saying makes the others wince as well.
>You look to Jotter questioningly.
>”H-h-he says, “Spare me the lecture, if you want to order me around, you need to have the guts to back it up. Beat me in hoof to hoof combat or go crawl back where you came from, f-f-””
>He hesitates, “Ffffff.”
>”F-f-f-f.”
>”Faggot.”
>After translating he quickly covers his own mouth and looks away from you in shame.
>That’s Roughwind? Then the Minotaur must be Steel Nerves.
>Seems easy enough, though he has quite a mouth on him.
>You’ve never heard anyone in Equestria talk shit like that.
>You didn’t think it was possible.
”Sure, I’ll take anyone at this table on. You want to go right now, little guy?”
>”Very bold,” Grell comments, cracking an amused smile.
>”If you’re still standing after Roughwind’s beating, Anonymous. What say you take me on as well?” Steel Nerves says.
>”Tartarus. Count me in too then,” Grell smirks.
>The four of you stand, sizing each other up.
>Jotter and the two girls visibly panic.
>”Hold on guys, Cool it,” she barks.
>The two ponies sigh in relief.
>”If you’re going to fight, do it in the arena so I-” She clears her throat. “We can make some currency off it.”
>The Diamond dog jumps up on the table, trying to pry Roughwind off of you.
>”Really, Maximilian?” Cornelian starts.
>”This is exactly our problem,” she huffs, “I don’t mind when you gentlemen get a bit rough, but until you brutes grow up and stop throwing yourselves at the hoofs of anypony who can make you kiss the floor. Let me know.”
>She gets up and leaves, snout pointed high.
>A problem? You’ll have to ask about that later.

>>27883784
>>27902809
”Think about what I said, at least.” you call out. ”Ohh, and be sure to come watch me win! I’ll get you a front row seat.”
>No reply.
>”Sorry the meeting didn’t go to well, boss,” Jotter mumbles, still looking downtrotten.
”Don’t worry about it. Go fetch Cookies and wait for me by the cafeteria door,” you whisper as you lean over to Jotter.
>He nods and leaves.
>”Geez, that crystal pony really needs to learn how to loosen up,” Grell grumbles. “She’s been a real stick in the mud lately.”
>Maximilian hops down onto her chair. “Who cares, we have planning to do.”
>“Overconfident civilian versus current blacksuit champion.” She says with a glint in her eye.
>Ouch.
>”How about, “ Returning Champion versus Reigning Champion.” to build the hype a little more. Besides, overconfidence implies I don’t have the expertise to back it up.”
>“Hmm, I’ll think about it,” She leans back in her chair, chuckling in amusement.
>Roughwind mentions something, making Grell chuckle.
>Steel Nerves sighs and starts to head out, making you reel back a bit in surprise. “I’m going to go warm up.”
>This guy looks a lot more intimidating at full height.
>Hopefully he “fights” like a pony.
>“We should all get a move on. We do this during nap time, boys.”
>”I’ll do that. Later, Maxie.”
>She nods making no remark against your little nickname.

>>27902809
>Stepping out, you can hear Cookies and Jotter silently arguing about something, while three random ponies you don’t know sit and observe.
>”But- B-boss! There’s no way we can bring Cookies to the knitting club.”
>You turn the the guard, smiling at her, making her visibly tense up.
“We need to disguise her.”
>”What?” she asks, with a bemused face.
”I made a promise, didn’t I?” You remind her. “I always keep my promises to cute mares.”
>She frowns at you. “I can’t be out of my uniform during my shift, Anon.”
”Sure you can. Jotter, Get the fashion club into your room. Also, if someone asks about Cookies missing get some cannon fodder to cause some kind of distraction.”
>He nods, writing it down, before huddling up with his lackeys.
>”I hope you’re not bullying those ponies into doing stuff for you, Anon.”
”Of course not. What kind of savage do you take me for?” you defend. “They like doing things for me. Right boys?”
>One stallion pops his head up, “Sure, Anon!”
>They group then breaks off hastily scattering in different directions.
>”Hey, no running in-”
“See? Taken care of. Now let’s go,” you interrupt.
>She groans.
>”Unbelievable...”
>Soon enough you meet the fashion club who are in the middle of setting things up.
>They aren’t really in your gang, but they are under your gang’s protection in return for fashion related favors.
>Literal protection. From bugs and stuff.
>”Ladies.” You smile.

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>>27902849
>A mare in a red suit walks up to you. “Anon, do you need a quick haircut?”
>Before you stands the only mare in the entirety of Equestria who can style human hair right.
>”Sure, Razor. I want to look good for my fight.”
>”With looks like that, you have nothing to worry about, Anon,” she flirts. “I just wish you wouldn’t get into so much trouble.”
>”So do I,” Cookies quietly comments.
>Smiling at the mare, you sit down in a tiny cushion while you watch the other girls play dress up with the guard.
>After putting her in a black suit, they tie Cookie’s mane back, before throwing on black beanie and pink hoodie on.
>They toss her uniform into Jotter’s closet, then start applying make-up over her cutie mark.
>They try to ask her what she likes, leaving her in a stumbling mess.
>”Make it a giant lizard stomping through a city,” you chuckle.
>”Okay, Anon!”
>Cookies doesn’t even retort this time, too overwhelmed with the situation.
>”I hope you ladies don’t go around gossiping about this.”
>Cookies looks to the mares in worry.
>”Our lips are sealed,” Razor reassures.
>Before long, Your haircut and the new metal as fuck cutie mark are done.
>”You girls have done a wonderful job. Thank you all.”
>They all come up to hug you before packing their stuff and leaving as quickly as they came.
>You turn to Cookies, who shifts uncomfortably in her hoodie, frowning up a storm.
>Resisting the urge to snuggle her right then and there you pull out your sunglasses.
”Just needs one last touch,” you say, placing them on her face.
>”You’ll fit in great.”
>”A-are you sure?”
>You nod and pick her up under your arm, making your way to the knitting club.

Picture very related.

>>27902860
>Opening the door, before you is an actual knitting club.
>Middle aged mares, sewing machines, yarn balls, the whole shebang.
You drop your smile. ”Where’s the cool fighting ring we built, Jotter?”
>He trembles at the tone of your voice. ”I-it’s gone. But we have a replacement, o-over there, boss!”
>He walks over to the corner of the room and raps the floor in a very rhythmic pattern.
>Seconds later, a diamond dog’s head pops out of a hidden hatch.
>Looks like the underground fighting ring is literally underground now.
>You have to hand it to the diamond dogs, that’s pretty badass.
>”’Ey Jotta.” He turns to you and Cookies snarling. “Who‘r deze two gits?”
>”Anonymous. He’s the competitor.”
>”What about ‘er.” He points to Cookies. Causing her and Jotter, alike to panic, looking pleadingly up to you.
>You look back over to her new cutie mark again.
”Gojira, my master. Highly skilled in the art of snugglefu.”
>You press fist against palm and bow deeply to Cookies.
>Cookies stares dumbfoundedly at you, a tint of pink hitting her cheeks in embarrassment.
>”Hmm. Somefin oddly familiar ‘bout ‘er smell,” he sniffs.
>Cookies takes a step back.
”How many brands of shampoo does Equestria have?” You shrug.
>”Dats not what I-”
”Ahh the cookie smell. You see, we use it to make our calorie quota during the off season. I had to eat a whole bunch of them earlier so I could qualify for the weigh in.” you say, taking the cookies you were saving out of your pocket, tossing them to him. “You can have the rest.”
>He smiles and pockets them himself.
>”Thanks, but ain’t you foitin’ a breezy?”
>Fuck.
>He pauses for a second. ” Bahh, neva mind.”
>vanishing back down the hole, he makes way for your trio to pass.
”Master Gojira, your most loyal and handsome pupil awaits you.”
>”A-Anon, w-whyyy.”

'S all for now.

>>27902867

Fucksake, good thing I stayed up later today to edit. One of my soon to be roosters that were brought in from egg form got out and I had to chase him down the street before cats or goblins got to him first.

Third world goblin town problems.

>>27903103
> One of my soon to be roosters that were brought in from egg form got out and I had to chase him down the street before cats or goblins

Do you live on a farm or something? Where do you live where you commonly buy chicken eggs?

>>27903116
Fug, really tired. I mean, the eggs are from abroad, Guam to be specific. I live in Phils. Not currently on a farm but I do own one. I'm just raising these guys until they're big enough to fend for themselves out there.

>>27840272
FUCK YEAH, ITS BACK!

>>27902867
I love it and you for posting it!
Although it may have done the thread better if it had been posted over a longer time period.
Thank you for the green R

>>27903466
Aye. Thanks, Anon. Was just making up for the last few days and since I'll be busy as ever this weekend.

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To let die, or not to let die...
That is the question...

>>27904542
I want it to live. These stories are too snug to let die.

>>27905436
Plz no

>>27902867
I LOVE IT
so which one is going to fight like an actual human would

>>27905942
Fuck Glimmerposters

>>27906597
daww, that's cute!
Also is page 7 but shitposters are damaging threads in general, so have a bamp

Is this thread alive again?

>>27908598
Nope.
At this point it shouldn't even be a general. It's literally 90% bumps, 5% green, and 5% of people complimenting/asking for more said green.

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>>27908798
You twat nugget are the corpse of full force diarrhea in the glorious country or Aristotzka.

I banish ye to glorious moon orbit of Port foryada

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bump

>>27897431
So, how long until you do it again?

Hoping for zew to come back

>>27902798
I was expecting some Ponesera, Ponersera, what have I ever done to make you treat me with such disrespect.

>>27862573
Where you at?

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>>27906597
Kek

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>>27912847
As a babysitter
SEND HELP

>>27912941
Maybe the warden can help you out. He's great with small things!

Not children, though. Never children.

>>27913998
*cuddled.

>>27913998
False.
If I'm screaming still, it's either fucking far away from the end, or you have a fucking pharmacy-stock of stimulants. In which case I would be breaking my own bones to get me free.

And in either case you would get bored rather quickly. Hacksaws suck for anything larger than a small dog.

Plus, I has to be capitalized.

Post a bump
Good things will come one day

>>27915235
One day. But not today.

>>27913987
Are you done yet?

<Previously, on ‘Anon in Saddle Arabia’s prison’!

>“Codename Wing and Codename Rock, nice to meet you”
“So you are the spy The Boss told us about, Yarn Feather?”
>“Call me by my Codename. Musul Mare”

>”Tactic, what happened? Tell me now” Short Fuse asks directly to Tactic Star, not wanting to look at the sad little filly crying with the look down
>”Is… Lima’s brother.” Tactic took a pause, looking at Crystal Blossom, then at Short Fuse. “He… Nightly Veil… is…”
>”GWONE! T-THEY TOOK HIM AWAY! NIGHTLY IS LWOST! WAAAAA!” Crystal finished Tactic’s sentence

“M-My sister will find you! A-And she will give you a long day in confinement solitary!”
>Your threats were no use; the doctor was preparing everything to start experimenting with you

>From the shadows a pair of green eyes starts to come close
>And finally, the body of him appears as it starts materializing
“Your Majesty, is mein honor to present you… Project Night”

Be Doctor Karma
>Emperor Sombra was examining the colt from every aspect, through his mane and eyes to the length of his front and back hooves
>”Please tell me this is a midget stallion and not a kid…” His voice had a lack of astonishment, it had more… disappoint in it… oh no
“Oh… ehem. Vell… yes. Project Night /is/ a kid. But a strong colt if I can remark! My two lackeys captured him and… well”
>Emperor Sombra in an erupt of anger transforms into a cloud of smoke that goes directly in front of you, his green eyes could tell that he was angry about the kid
>”A KID. YOU FOOLS BROUGHT ME A KID”
>His suddenly wrath send shivers to your back as you feel a little of fright

>>27917428

>Your hind hoof started to feel consumed by the darkness of the place
>D-Don’t show fear Karma, th-this is what he wants…
>Just calm down… be steady… and talk to him like any other pony
>Just forget the fact that he is a powerful sorcerer from another dimension with the ability of dark magic on his hooves that could destroy their enemies in a split second aaaaand this isn’t helping
“E-Emperor Sombra. Remember, our vorlds are different. In yours kids are just kids, but in ours… kids are machines of destruction fed with sugar! You know how this vorld is… veaker than yours!”
>Emperor Sombra’s body came back in physical; his expression didn’t change in the slightest
>You take a gulp and hope for the best
>”This is what I get for finding a weak world… not worth my time, but already made that lady her promise… “ He looked to the kid, Project Night, who was sitting in a chair looking with the same grin to us. “You, kid, come here. Now”
>In a blink of an eye, Project Night was already in front of Emperor Sombra
>It takes you by surprise that he was this fast
>”Impressive…”
>Well, this is a good change. Maybe the Emperor will approve Project Night after all!
“See? Sugar and foals are a great combination! In my vorld at least”
>”Do not sing victory yet, Doctor. I’m going to test this kid, if he does pass the test… I’ll give him a reward”
“…And if he doesn’t?”
>Emperor Sombra just chuckled evilly as anwer… okay, you got it and maybe he got it too
>Project Night in the other hoof wasn’t saying anything; he was just waiting for orders
>Emperor Sombra’s horn starts to fill with a strong gleam of magic, it was so powerful that you can feel the dark power within it… it was so scary, but you needed to show no fear, this was a test both for Project Night and you… you need to prove him that you are more than a single scientific pony

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>>27917530

>After all, this is why you used those terrorists as a bait to summon him
>You don’t need a boss… you don’t need her! You and your Project is everything you need!
>To tartarus with The Corporation! Haha!
>In a flash the place now had buildings around the place, they looked real… was this an illusion?
>”Listen here kid. Right in front of you, you have what part of my world looks like. Buildings only the biggest of minotaurs can build! This is your first test, in the area there is a bomb. You /need/ to locate the bomb and disarm it, otherwise it’ll blow up and you’ll lost the test. …and probably your life”
>Was he… was he serious?
>Project Night was just staring at Emperor Sombra while he started to breathe slowly and his eyes were wide looking at him, nodding to each thing he pointed out
>Hopefully he won’t need more sugar than he has already in his system
>”You have 5 minutes starting… now. Go”
>”As you wish”
>Project Night finally spoke, disappearing and leaving a track of smoke behind him. You could see in the distance a figure jumping across the buildings… probably was him. If only you could see him closer and not be afraid of the bomb exploding…
>…Hope the bomb doesn’t have the range to explode here
>Maybe the bomb was a fake one, is just a test after all…
>Maybe Emperor Sombra has confidence in the kid
>Where did he go anyway?
“Eh… Emperor Sombra?”
>”Over here”
>You look to the left and… Emperor Sombra was behind some walls of black crystal; his face was all that was showing from him
>He doesn’t have confidence, not at all with him!
“Eh…”
>He only stares at you as he drinks something purplish from a glass
“Can I… enter vith you?”
>”No. Make your own fort”
>Ugh…

>>27917775

>…
>Is getting bored in here as you two wait for Project Night
>Maybe you should chat with Emperor Sombra for a while
“Ehmm… remember that song of…”
>”No, I’m not singing that /stupid/ song about hate. I don’t know your language anyway, in my Equestria we speak what my language is, and that is Equestrian”
>Maybe you shouldn’t chat with him…
>So rude… uhh… whatever, is not like you wanted to hear his voice singing
>Ok maybe just a little
>Some time pass and you are hoping for the best, you have no clock but it has been some time after Project Night went to his first test
>Emperor Sombra was looking at you, staring with an emotionless expression
>So cold… maybe he needs a hug from somepony, but knowing his character a Hydra would be the perfect individual to give him affection…
>”Special delivery”
>A voice came from behind you. It was Project Night that had the bomb in his hooves! He did it! He actually found the bomb!
>” Marvelous.” Emperor Sombra proudly says. “Although you didn’t disarm the bomb.” You swear he was hiding deeper in his fort
>Wait a minute…
>He… didn’t!?
>You look at the bomb that was in his hooves, the clock was… still ticking! It has 30 seconds left! BY THE FAUST! WHY!?
>Project Night throws the bomb next to the floor and processes to stomp on it. A part behind the bomb opens, showing three wires, 1 green, 1 red and 1 yellow
>15 seconds until the bomb goes boom!
>Project Night decides to cut with his teeth the red wire
>N-Not the red wire! That’s the bad one for every situation!
>5 seconds!
>We’re doomed!

>>27918187

>You kneel down and close your eyes. IS OVER! OVER!
>…
>”There you go.” Project Night says as he throws the bomb directly to Emperor Sombra’s hooves
>The clock stopped in the exact 2 seconds…
>”Impressive, for a kid”
>Emperor Sombra removes his crystal fort and steps in front of Project Sombra
>”For your second test… fight me. If you touch my cape, you pass this test”
>A fight? He wants to fight a kid? That’s so unfair!
“A-A fight!? Are you sure, your highness? It isn’t a bit… exaggerated?”
>Emperor Sombra completely ignores you and stares to Project Night
>”Evade, attack, do as you want, but you need to survive my attacks”
>Emperor Sombra stayed still as Project Night takes his distance from him
>This is madness… you read before that Emperor Sombra, or as in your world is called, King Sombra, is a powerful sorcerer with his dark magic, even capable of turning ponies into crystal! W-Well, that’s what the history says
>”You better show me a good time…” Project Night says, as he prepares for the battle ready to run towards him. He really was excited to fight him…
>You created a monster, didn’t you?
>This kid had too much sugar! You really shouldn’t have given him that much!
>You need to move away from here and-
“Agh!”
>…Your hind hoof is stuck in something…
>You look at your hoof and almost yelp at the sight of some darkness taking control of it. Your entire hind hoof was covered in black!
>T-This isn’t good
>Emperor Sombra is preparing everything he has! If he hits you, you’ll be done!
>M-Maybe if you are smart enough and create a magic shield… come on Doctor, do it!

>>27918214

>With what little you had left of energy, you created a visible yellow field around your stuck body. This wasn’t much but maybe it would make any projectile to redirect to somewhere else…
>Emperor Sombra started to attack Project Night; black crystals that looked very sharp flew directly to Project Night’s spot
>But the kid is clever, he doesn’t stay in the same place, he keeps moving, closer and closer to Emperor Sombra
>The battle gets intense as Emperor Sombra conjured a white stream of magic which hits Project Night, sending him flying meters away from Emperor Sombra. He groaned and spits saliva to the floor and kept trying to come near Emperor Sombra
>More failed attempts; Emperor Sombra wasn’t showing mercy at all. He could clearly see Project Night movements
>Time goes on and Project Night doesn’t stop trying to grab Emperor Sombra’s cape… until finally!
>Project Night grabs his cape!
>He was heavily breathing but didn’t look a bit exhausted… although he got too much damage
>”Not bad, not bad. For a kid”
>You need to remember to heal every bruise that your Project has now. You don’t want to take over The Corporation with a dirty toy, don’t you?
>”Congratulations, Night. You passed”
>Yes! He did it!
>Your Project did it!
>…
“Now vat?”
>At this point Emperor Sombra was ignoring most of what you are saying, is so rude for someone who summoned him…
>”Now… as your reward, choose.” Emperor Sombra uses his horn and two crystal cabinets appear in front of Project Night, showing two sets of armors. “Choose one armor to wear. The left one will extend your earth powers to the limit, unlimited stamina will be at your disposal, meanwhile the right one will provide you with magnetic power, the power of nature itself. You’ll be as quick as the wind”
>In the right cabinet, there was a black armor with red lines near the hooves part along with a red helmet

>>27918288

>In the left cabinet, there was a light white armor with not much details as the black armor
>Maybe you can take the armor that Project Night doesn’t want. Sure, as if Emperor Sombra would give it to you…
>Project Night points to the cabinet in the right, choosing the black and red armor
>Maybe he was in that phase of his live where he wants that kind of colors
>”Ah… good election” Emperor Sombra’s horn makes his horn shine and the red and black armor levitates with his magic, in a flash Project Night was wearing the armor. “It suits you well apparently...”
>Yeah, must be a magic suit. Some clothes in Equestria work depending on the pony’s size
>Although Project Night was having problems with the helmet, was it bigger than his head? Too bad you can go there and help him because… YOU ARE STUCK IN SOME DARK STUFF!
>”And the armor comes with a pair of weapons…”
>His horn levitates two… knives!?
“Vait a second, your majesty! Remember that he is a colt and… our vorld don’t allov those kinds of pointy veapons… someone could get hurt badly!”
>Good thing Project Night was having issues with his helmet and he couldn’t see the knives, otherwise he would pick them up… nope! Too dangerous!
>Emperor Sombra groans annoyed
>”Right… kids… and your weak world.” He makes the two knives disappear with his magic. “This is everything I can think of”
>Emperor Sombra makes appear two drafting triangles with his magic
>Made of plastic, pointy in each edge, very easy to carry on and could probably cut somepony if is used with strong…
>Is dangerous!
>It looked more dangerous than the knives!
>It shall do the work!
“Nov that’s better”
>Emperor Sombra throws the drafting triangles to Project Night, who accidently catches them as he places correctly the helmet. How can he see anything in that thing? Maybe it gives… night vision?

>>27918347

>”Now Night, that helmet has the power to make anything levitate. You just need to focus and you’ll make anything fly near you”
>”Got it”
>So we are done! Now… if only you knew how to go back to your normal world
>You should give him the thanks for everything and… go
“Ehm… so… it vas good to talk vith somepony as poverful as you. But ve are busy and have a long schedule for today… so!”
>You just want to get out of here and feel again your hooves…
>”Not so fast, Doctor. There is one last test”
“A…Another one?”
>Emperor Sombra walks behind Project Night menacingly
>”Teach Doctor Karma a lesson about loyalty… destroy him”
>W-WHAT? H-how dare him give your Project orders! He’s your project! Not his!
>And lesson about loyalty? What?
“I created him! No you! You just gave him an armor, one vich vill make me-“
>”Step over the group of ponies that your boss is in, right? Oh Doctor… you should know better. I’m helping the lady, not you” He gives a few taps to the helmet of Project Night. “Night, contact the lady and tell her about Doctor’s betrayal. She will know what to do to him. For now, teach him how to be loyal”
>”It’ll be a pleasure… somehow; part of me wants to have fun with Doctor Karma… yes… I can feel my anger raise”
>His grin… that grin… it was giving you shivers… this creation went over control! You shouldn’t have used more sugar than you needed!
“Y-You need me! You can’t do anything by yourself! I created you!”
>”Words… Doctor, you wouldn’t survive a second in my world with that attitude. The lady in the other hoof, could survive long enough to be leader of… maybe a tiny town in my Equestria”
>You try to struggle and run away, but your hooves are stuck in darkness… mostly of your body was covered in darkness!

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>>27918347

“NEIN, THIS ISN’T GOING AS PLANNED! I HELPED CREATING THAT PORTAL! YOU VHERE THERE! I EVEN HAVE THE SECRET OF THE ZWEI BROTHERS LOST IN IT! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! FREE ME! FREE ME!!”
>Sombra was just laughing at you… that… pony…! He has no soul! No mercy and no soul!
>Hmmph! You can’t escape! Is not use! Not even with your horn!
>”And Night… remember to always look up to the lady, for she is your leader now”
>”Understood” Project Night’s helmet closed hiding the evil grin he had on it and the helmet started to emit some purplish aura, his drafting triangles starting to levitate near him
>Sombra walked away without looking back, giving an evil laugh
>”Farewell, Doctor”
>No, no! No, no, no! Not like this! Not… like… this…!
“NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIN”
Lights out.
…
<No Doctor was harmed in the making of this chapter!
<Well… maybe just a bit.
“Aaahhhhhh!”
>”Does it hurt?”
<…Okay, probably more than a little.

_
And that's it.
Now, why is the thread slow with 62 posters? Weird.

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Whoops, quote my wrong post.
Nah as if matters.

Pastebin chapter: http://pastebin.com/udXxGwpn

Reasons I'll probably will be slow, but still deliver the story:
First, I waited my drawfriend to finish that pic of Nightly Veil
Third. No... Second, I have other stories whichI'm going to finish like trap rumble and The miners and the snow lady (Slave thread)
Third, IRL stuff
Fourth, I have no reason for this to be here but I like the number four.

Any feedback, comments, image reactions, shitposting, regular posting, anything is welcome.

ALSO, my pastebin is 1 year old, which means i'm a writefag 1 year old... this is why I wanted to post today this, but wanted to do 5k, I only could deliver 2.8k because I have a massive stomach ache (MEXICAN FOOD)
So that's it.
I'll see you guys later

>>27918540
So anyhow I'm just waiting for some actual prison content. You're just shitposting at this point.

>>27919316
How rude.

>>27918540
Hot damn a year old.
Im so glad this is back, its fine if irl things keep you busy but remeber to check in every once in a while. It gives hope knowing the writefags are around.

>>27918540
You made me look back at mine. 4 years. Although I haven't been writing as consistent as you to make it worth anything.

In any case, good to have you around again, WoI.

>>27920829
I was always here
I'll be always here

>>27913987
Ultimate cuties.

>>27919736
>>27920003
>>27920829
>>27921166
I concur

Anypony ever attempted to escape prison by digging a tunnel with straws and tiny plastic spoons?

>>27921363
I'm just here for the traps, desu.

>>27923055
No, but your use if the word anypony has me frightened

>>27924790
very frightening

Bumps in prison are not friendly bumps.
Except in pony prisons.
Those are accidental.
Or are they?

GREEN TIME
>Be anon
>In prison
>Turns out jaywalking is against the law
>Who would've thunk
>So now you're here, putting on black Minotaur prison garb
>Apparently, petting ponies on the head is also a crime
>Classed under public indecency.
>It was definitely worth petting all those officers though.
>Your dad would be proud.

>>27926060
Samefag
This would be the equivalent of a violent criminal shooting at a whole bunch of police officers in attempt to resist arrest, yes?

>>27926118
Yeah basically, let's go with that.

>>27924790
I'm pretty sure there's a drawing for it. Anon in horse prison drawing archive when? I know R and one other artist did a lot but never posted them anywhere save for these threads.

>>27927001

pony gulag green when

>>27927654
soon anon, soon
wait until the fingers have healed

Whats with the bumps? lets talk about things, things like fluffy pony belly

>>27932231
Bump

>Be Anon in pony jail
>You don't understand horse
>So you have no idea what any of these ponies are saying to you
>It's just a bunch of horse noises to you
>But you can tell this is a jail by the bars
>There was a full sized horse earlier with both wings and a horn
>It just looked into the cell and neighed at you for a while
>You tried talking to it, but that didn't do much
>You hope they figure out you can't eat hay soon

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>>27933864
>Anon-doesn't-know-horse green is ded
When will the suffering end?

>>27932231
fluffy pony bellys are pretty great

>>27935171
Link to it pls?

>>27936308
Just want to bury your face in them

Never done green before, but whatever, fuck it. I love this thread too much to not at least to try and add something to it. No idea if or how I will continue it, since I'm in exam phase and it took me almost a week to come up with what I have so far.
So here goes nothing:

>Day whatever
>You're tall, green and handsom (at least that's what your momma always said) so you must be Anon.
>And you're currently in what appears to be a not too shabby hotel room, on a not too shabby king size bed.
>All in all you would concider this a pleasurable situation, if you wouldn't have no fucking clue how you got here.
>While you sit up, you hear a soft knocking at the door.
>Before you can respond, a pony with a light blue coat, blonde mane and an adorable officer hat or something like that sticks it's head through the now slightly open door.
>"Hey there! Are you alright? It took three unicorns to simultaniously cast a stun spell in order to take you down, so I can /totally/ understand if you still have a headache and want some more rest, you tough cookie!"
"Uhhhmm... thanks, I guess?"
>"Poor you, you must still be dazed. And where are my manners? Let me intoduce myself."
>With these words, the mare, as you guess by her voice, enters the room completely.
>"My Name is Open Wings and I am the warden of the Penal Executive of National Interest and Security facility, or in short..."
>You wait for it with a smirk on your face.
>"... the Facility! And I warmly welcome you, new inmate!"
>That last word made your childish grin disappear.
"Inmate? As in prisoner? Wait a second, is this a jail?"
>You look around and realize that there are no windows in this room, and the only other door is marked with a tastefull stencil of a toilet, making it probably lading to a bathroom or so.
>Open Wings looks at you with care and concern in her eyes.

(1/2)

>>27937376

>"Poor little inmate is still confused from the stun spell. I know what will cheer you up, come here."
>With that, Open Wings opened her wings which you just now noticed and stretches her front hooves towards you.
>You just sit there for a second, overwhelmed with this situation, not sure what to make out of this all.
>But you still raise your arms, more out of reflex than of active thought, which makes the little mare in front of you beam in delight.
>She closes the short distance between you two and gives you a long hug.
>Her front hooves don't manage to go full circle around your torso, but her wings... by god her wings!
>They softly wrap around your shoulders and upper body, and they're heavenly cozy.
>She smells pleasently like fabric softener and freshly cleaned clothes.
>Before you know it, you completely relax in this godly embrace.
>"Everythings gonna' be all right. We'll settle you in, I'll show you around, and you'll make a few new friends."
>Absorbed by softness and fluff, you don't respond.
>"You know, even though I offer a hug to all of our inmates when they join our little family, you're actually the first one who accepted it right away. You poor thing must have really had a bad past."
>Well... This is your life now, you guess.
>And at the moment you're a-okay with it.

>>27840272
ayo who dis ho on op's mufuggin pic?

>>27937398
Cookies and Cream.

>>27937376
Penis lol, I don't know why but that made me genuinely chuckle
>>27937392
This warden is so adorable. Why an inmate wouldnt accept a hug I do not know

>>27840272

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>>27937392
Holy shit, winghugs! My one weakness.

>>27937376
>>27937392
dis was good green, I like it so far

>>27937376
>>27937392
Ineffable

>>27940392
Previously on whatever the fuck I was doing: Stuff happened.

>”Are we bad ponies?”
>Gale drifts over to your ear
“Nay lass, t’was the game, it’s evil, ah very much regret taking it from behind the wall.”
>Puddy walks up
“Don’t say that Gale, it must have just been fate, the universe ordained you were to find it so it could finally be destroyed.”
“Aye, ah like that idea.”
>”I can’t believe we have to clean this all up, and here I thought I was done with mess after dealing with Maple Glaze.”
>Silver gazes inquisitively
“What happened with Maple Glaze?”
>”I’ll tell you later.”
>Leaning in closer you whisper “It’s not a proud moment.”
“This wasn’t exactly either.”
>Celestia it was not
>The clean-up didn’t take as long as you’d thought, all the water had either magically drain or evaporated, most of everything was already dry
>After all the stress of the game it was decided to split the Skittles equally between each other and call it a day
>That one game, as terrible as it was, had lasted a long time
>Probably adding to its terribleness
>Games Club had to be one of your strange experiences, but it certainly was a good one, you’d made two more friends!
>After disbanding, Silver and yourself travel back to your room, she wanted to tell you something important about anon, and show you a dress he gave her
>She’d also said something about a bunch of books with your name beside them in Anon’s draw so that meant another gift for you, so you were happy going back to rummage through Anon’s belongings
>The two of you slowly stalk the halls towards your room

>>27940880
>”So Silver, how’d you meet Anon?”
>She considers the question a moment
“Guard duty. He blew smoke in my face and made me take my clothes off.”
>”...huh.”
>Clearly there was a lot you miss out on during the night
>Well tonight you were staying up late, mainly due to the dance recital, but you’re determine to stay awake as long as Anon
>”Silver, you were going to the dance recital tonight with Anon weren’t you?”
“I can’t imagine why I wouldn’t be.”
>”That’s nice.”
>Part of you wholeheartedly disagreed with that
>It would mean what was essentially your first official date with Anon would be spent competing for affection with both Silver and Soft Cotton
>Reaching your room Silver pushes through first
>”So what exactly did you want to tell me that was so important?”
>Silver turns on you, excitement evident on her face
“It’s about Nonny.”
>”Nonny?”
“Anonymous.” she answers
>“Oh. Continue.”
>Your calm response hid the twinge of jealousy settling over your mind
>Anon let her give him a pet name?! It should have been you giving the pet names
>Silver seems unable to contain herself any longer
“NONNY’S AN ALIEN!”
>You let the news roll over you like a wave, taking it as best you could
>You didn’t quite share Silver’s credible excitement
>Certainly there was an element of exhilaration and joy associated with the news, after all, you had managed to use your wily ways to seduce a Celestia damned alien!
>Apprehensive, and a little worried, would best describe how you currently felt

>>27940884
>”Like the Stars that released Nightmare Moon? Silver they’re pure evil! D-does that mean Anon... Anon is…”
>Silver’s hooves rush to your shoulders, comfortingly, and she begins shaking her head vehemently
“Don’t think such rubbish Shear, you know nonny isn’t evil!”
>”But you’re a member of Luna’s royal guard. You of all of us should know how bad the Stars were.”
>Yet her head continues shaking, flooding you with relief before she even speaks
“Princess Luna certainly holds the Stars in very poor regard, understandably she tries not to even think of them.”
>”Then they’re evil.”
“No, her view is… biased, against them. Honestly, we consider them to be neutral creatures, if not benevolent. They were attempting to help Luna, not understanding why she was imprisoned in the first place.”
>”So the Stars are nice, but kinda stupid and somehow smart.”
>She nods
>”Sounds like Anon… Heh.”
“Are you alright now?”
>”Yep! I can see why you’re so excited.”
>A grin forms over her features
“That’s a relief. Come on, check out this dress!”
>It was like nothing you’d seen before, absolutely amazing, but it was hard to pay attention while digging through Anon’s draws
>You find a stack of old books and scrolls, on top of which is a strange looking Zebra necklace
>Neat!
>There was one really old and book, bound with and odd material, set way off to the side
>That one is not for you
>It was someponies old diary? Anon’s?
>Strange, Anon didn’t seem the type

>>27940889
>You crack open the first book
>’Gem enchanting, 3rd edition’
>It was old, very old. Half the enchantment required ingredients that either were no longer present or legal in Equestria
>The other half you’d never heard of, or had one specific function relevant to the time enchantment was designed.
>Such as the enchantment used to open a special kind of lock, long since forgotten to history
>It was going to be an interesting read, but you doubt there’ll be anything overly amazing
>Medieval ponies were a savage and stupid lot, not much development of magic theory over that time
>Well there were still several more books and scrolls to go

<| 0_0 |>

>Be Gran
>You were sitting comfortably in your large cushioned chair, resting your old and, only recently, arthritic bones
>Eyes squeezed shut, preparing for your post lunch nap. You were just drifting off when your sensitive ears pick up the distinct sounds of somepony trying to sneak into your room
>Silently you listen as the pony scuffles around the floor, loud as anything, slowly moving towards you
>So when you finally draw the effort to once again pry your eyelids apart there wasn’t a hint of surprise upon your sagged and wrinkled features when doing so reveals a pale yellow unicorn standing before you
>Yet something has you taken aback


It's fine if you don't know what's going on because neither do I

>>27940904
I'll do more when I wake up

>>27940907
Sweet God Emperor Trump you're back!

>>27937392
I like it, more when?
>>27940904
>Evil aliens therefore Anon the alien is evil
Is fun.
Gran needs to find new bones, maybe there are some in the yellow pony?

>>27941070
Stealing bones is against the law. I think

>>27940907
It was a long and hard famine without you. Welcome back, my nigga.

In pony gulag you work 8 hours straight and only have one dessert in the whole day

Appleacrest is one big gulag

>>27940904
><| 0_0 |>
the fuck is this

>>27874216
Is it the untitled png that secretly documents the exact position of 6 kilos of cocaine, 8 kilos of meth, and 24 metric tons of marijuana?

>>27943562
Yeah

>>27940904
>This was no unicorn and that was cause for surprise
>A single eyebrow raises itself incredulously
>Something about her just had your hair standing on end
>”So then, what are you? No pony certainly.”
>The mare steps back. You’d obviously shaken her and hit the mark with that comment
“Aw, are you joking! How can everypony in this damn prison see through my disguise?!”
>”Calm down dear, illusionary magic is the hardest to master I’m told. But that’s beside the point and I suppose what you are doesn’t matter, it’s /why/ you are here that does.”
>The creature, mare, looks relieved that you’d quickly dropped the topic of her true identity and had come in with an open hoof
>”Go on spit it out, I haven’t got all day, once the hour strikes I’ll be out like a light, nothin’ gets in the way of me beauty sleep.”
>The mare begins with some trepidation
“I wish to make a proposition. I am planning something and I need your help. I’ve been watching you for some time and I believe you have the knowledge and drive that I need to succeed.”
>Interesting. But what were you getting out of this?
>”And why would I help you? I’ve got everything I need. I’m quite content right here.”
>The mare considers this a moment before answering
“The same reason I got the changeling sisters to join me. I can help you with your ultimate goal.”, She smiles, “Because it’s what we both want.”
>”I don’t have any goals youngling.”
>The fake-mare looks at you slyly
“Don’t you? Does the great, and indomitable, Grandma Pie have no aspirations left in life? Then why are you in prison? Correct me if I’m wrong, but typically grannies with no will in life move to retirement villages, not here.”
>The not-mare continues
“Like I said, I’ve been watching you Gran, and I know what you want, I know what /we/ want”
>Your smile widens

>>27944773

>You liked this mystery mare thing
>The years you’d spend on this world were beyond counting (or so you’d prefer to say) and during your long life, even as just a simple earth pony, you’d picked up an impressive number of tricks and experienced just about all the world had to offer
>You should have died decades ago, but the drive and will to experience everything you could kept you alive
>And there was just one last thing one your bucket list
>Could this mystery mare truly aid you with such a thing? Attempting it was what got you in prison in the first place
>According to her she’d already recruited those changelings, not an easy feat
>She could always be lying. But to you a mare is only as good as her word, so you’ll believe her
>A yawn escapes your muzzle
>”For now consider me on your side, but I’ll need a name, your real name”
>The mare says nothing for the longest time. So long in fact you were moments from fading into blissful rest when she finally does
“Yacko”
>A final yawn passes your lips as you fade to sleep
>”That’s… nice… dear”

<| 0_0 |>

>Be Anon
>You’d been doing yoga for fucking ever now
>So long Platinum Strike had arrived
>But no one had started the fighting yet
>Just yoga
>More than likely the lack of enthusiasm for such things was due to the medical researchers who had arrived
>Their authoritarian positions unnerved everyone just enough to prevent any real action from occurring
>It was quite surprising, as Soft Cotton had pointed out, maybe no one would get hurt today?

>>27944799

>The medical ponies were more than happy to let you spend time at the gym, taking the opportunity to test out your body’s limits and capabilities
>It would also seem Ember had joined, forgoing her extended break to help with the medical team
>She gave some vague reason about getting information for her mythical and magical creatures research as to why she chose to help. Thankfully she did manage calm your previous premonitions when she told you that, everything considered, the fact you crushed that bee was perfectly normal for a human
>It was just the shock of the moment that got them
>Most of her helping thus far involved looking at the ‘Blood Rose’ you’d given her and quickly glancing at you
>It seemed to have put off Soft Cotton, who would occasionally give her curious stares
>Nothing else came from it so you left that curiosity untouched
>The researchers, whom were actually attempting to study you, had an odd fascination with your morphology and leg joints
>It was quite easy to help them understand what was going on when you pointed out the similarities between your leg bones and joints, how your ankle was crazy low relative to their own
>The yoga comes to an end when Blaze falls asleep so you move over to a squat rack while everyone else spreads out to their own activities
>Soft Cotton and Platinum follow you over. The researchers were satisfied watching from the sides
>After a brief warm up with just the bar you start to load up the weights
>”So Platinum why aren’t we.. you know?”
“Why do you think? Look who’s not ten meters away, an entire horde of them!”
>She points to the researchers

>>27944826
“We can’t do such things with those kind of ponies here, we’ll be shut down for sure. Canterlot ponies are too hoity toity for our hobbies.”
>From what you could tell about 90% of ponies didn’t approve of the fight club
>So she had a reasonable point
>”Yeah, I’m sorry about them. I suppose we’ll just have to stick with weights today.”
>You load up the last of your weights and fasten it together
>In total 110Kg (~243lb). You were aiming for 130kg (~287lb), but you couldn’t actually see any other weight plates in the gym
>Looks like you’re stuck with 110kg then
“Heh, what are you doing Anon” Platinum inquires
>”What do you think? Barbell back squats baby”
>Platinum chortles at you, Soft Cotton smirks
“Yeah Anon, sure you are. Go ahead lift it, but if you think you’re lifting that, you’ll find you’ve got another thing coming”
“Yeah a broken back.” Soft Cotton adds, “You haven’t used the wrong units have you Anon? Don’t humans use the Mare-tric system?”
>”You girls are crazy. I know what I’m doing.”
>Platinum continues laughing as you position the bar above yourself and grasp it
“Hah, good luck Anon.”

>>27942741
It's what I've been using for a paragraph separator in my word .doc

>>27918478
>>27937392
>>27902867
>>27897469
More when?

>>27945190
In a sec. Got a really complex commission going on and I'm learning to animate so I can make some depraved bottom feeder neetbux. ;_;
Sorry for the wait guys.

>>27945311

Oh right. Writing. I do that. Right. I write. Right. Sorry about that. I've been drinking myself into a stupor the past month.

>>27945190
zew, don't you do this to us, don't leave us on such a drastic cliffhanger

>>27946086
Is this sarcasm?

>>27946100
no, we just want more of your delicious green

>>27946140
Then it shouldnt really be a cliffhanger. This is the trope-iest trope of AiE stories.

>>27902867
>The tunnel itself is very shallow, rows of dangling lanterns lining the ceiling.
>A minotaur would have a hell of a time getting through.
>It’s a bit of a crouch and squeeze, even for you.
>At the end of the tunnel, you’re greeted with a massive underground cavern with a gladiatorial fighting pit as the centerpiece.
>Off on the sides there are a few adobe-like structures jutting out from the walls.
>In the pit there’s a low elevated section that protrudes into the arena itself, the ideal seat for those who want to feel like they’re there with the fighters.
>You notice a golden encrusted throne seated near the edge, an impressive bell one might find in a church right behind.
>You smile at the sight before you.
>It couldn’t have been easy digging this place out and getting it up and running it in the span of two weeks.
>”How?”
>Looking down to Cookies, you can see she’s completely stunned at the sight before her.
>You didn’t think it was that cool.
>”H-how could I let this slip right past me?”
”Right? It’s fantastic. Maxie damn near turned my secret club into an empire!”
>”Maximillian? She’s behind this?” Cookies sneers, raising her voice.
“Now, now, Master. You’d hate to blow both our covers before things got fun, right?”
>She sighs, ears splaying back.
>”You’re right. Let’s just… get this over with.”
”Good pony. Jotter, care for a quick tour?”
>He blinks at you for a moment.
>”... Yeah, sure boss. Over there to the right, there’s a small clinic to patch up minor ouchies.”
>You snicker.

>>27946375
>As immature as it is, you can’t take anyone seriously when they use words like ouchie and boo-boo.
>”...Any bigger and we bring them up and chalk it down to a falling related accident.”
>”Over there” He points to the left of the Arena. ”The cooking club comes down to make a few bits. One building sells, drinks and the other sells food. They’ll come down with trays during fights too.”
>”And the last one to the far corner is a souvenir shop, ran by a partnership between Maximilian’s pack and the knitting club upstairs.”
”Why didn’t I ever think of that? I want a scarf with my face on it.”
>”They’ll be making them soon once you win, boss,” he grins.
>Jotter then stomps his hoof. “Below us is hollowed out. The locker rooms are connected to the fighting pit. We should head dow-”
>“Anonymous, You’re here!”
>You turn to see Maximilian waving you over.
”I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Maxie. And please, Anon will do.”
>”You’d be surprised how many convicts talk a big game before dropping out once the jitters get to them” she chuckles. “Nevermind that, almost all bets on Roughwind so far so I came personally to encourage you.”
>You feel absolutely insulted.
”I’m flattered.”
>”You’re going to be a rich… whatever you are if you win. But if you don’t, at least keep on your paws as long as you can to keep the crowd excited. Good for business.”
>You’re going to need to teach her the lovely art of rigged fights one of these days.
“I don’t plan on losing.”

>>27946408
Wow even bigger typo, kek. Going to take this down for a sec.

>>27946383
>>27946417

>She gives you a curt nod, before making her way to her seat.
>You envy this dog.
>You’d also really like to give her tummy rubs.
>For another time, maybe.
>You nudge jotter with your knee.
”Be sure to have everyone in the gang pool together bits, gems, and pudding to bet on me. No reason we can’t all have a little extra spending cash after this to keep the morale going.”
>”Very thoughtful of you, Boss. Come on, let’s get you backstage.”
>Jotter guides you down to the locker room, where he and another unicorn pull off your shirt and wrap your hands in bandages.
>”Alright, boss. Same rules as before, three rounds, anything goes until one of you taps out, says uncle, cries, or when the time’s up.”
”Got any info on the breezy?”
>”Yeah, boss. Roughwind was separated from his kind and couldn’t return. Had to fend for himself out in the wilds to survive. He’s a vicious one and will probably fight dirty.”
>You nod.
>It’s hard to formulate what fighting dirty means in pony land.
>”He has a lot of endurance and is very good at dodging, often winning fights on tougher opponents solely on that. Take him out quick before he gets to make use of it.”
>He stops and thinks. “Ohh yeah, don’t let him make you lose your cool, either boss. He’s got a real potty mouth.”
>You groan as the other unicorn starts to digs her marshmallow hooves into your traps.
”No worries, I can’t even understan-”

Alright gone for sure for now. I'm having trouble juggling different things.

>>27946426
Nice update

>>27946903
Y-you too.

>>27947400
No I'm terrible. Your writing is way more creative and complex with its wording

aww yiss

r update

>>27947400
>>27947822
Please just fuck already and get the tension over with

>>27947400
>>27947822
>>27947855
Don't forget to post pics.

>>27946426
>”No worries, I can’t even understan-”
WHAT HAPPENED

>>27947890
lesbians happened.

>>27947890
>>27947917
And so they did.
And all was well.

>>27947822
thanks bud. I think you're selling yourself short though. I've been having a lot of trouble writing about cute things. You have it down to a science.

>>27947855
>>27947864
L-lood, Anons.

>>27947855
Aussies don't fuck, we mate.
Which is when two people fight in a ring made of snakes with boomerangs as weapons, all the while trying to negotiate peace and only being able to yell out 'mate' to do so.
Just a cultural tidbit for ya'