Fingerbang: The Equestria Girls and Humanized Thread #208 - Sisterly

thank god we got someone competent

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I need this with a bigger beard connecting to her hair

>>27878387
Based Killryde.

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>>27878621
>>27878654
Wait no more.
>>27879372
Okay.

"Listen" update.
>…
>Spend the rest of the school day worrying about your job more than ever before.
>You had to say yes to Sweet wanting to stay after school for ‘just a lesson’. How on earth were you supposed to prove that she could have meant something else based on what little evidence you had to go on?
>It’s a good thing you are able to retain the concern within your thoughts and not let it show on the outside.
>School is over, the bell rings, and you’re only reminded of the fact that Zest is absent when she doesn’t walk through the door this time.
>After the hallways empty out, your ears are left with only one pair of footsteps menacingly pacing back and forth out there. The echoes of the footfalls grow louder and softer every few seconds… until they approach the closed door and stop.
>You try to slow your breathing as much as you can, almost experiencing a heart attack as you hear the doorknob being turned.
>Come up with a last second plan and spring to your feet. You already had your stuff packed up and ready to take with you in your bag.
>”Hey there.” Sour Sweet speaks to you before the door is out of the way and she can actually see you.
“Oh! Miss Sweet!” You act surprised. “I was just on my way out.”
>She pauses at the doorway. “You… what?”
“Heh, sorry. Have an online meeting to attend. Gotta head on down to the faculty room.” You’re playing it pretty cool so far.
>Sweet starts to get a sour look on her face. She crosses her arms as she watches you waltz right past her and out the door. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” She suddenly and quietly says.
“Again, sorry. I gotta get to this meeting.” You tell her, seeing how many days she’s willing to let you stall her. “I’ll see you… maybe tomorrow.” You’ll need to come up with an entirely new plan by then.
>You’re out the door and down the hall by the time Sweet calls to you again, in a lower and more aggressive voice. “Mr. Mous?”

>>27879451
>Turn back to look at her, but only to wave. You notice her peering up at the corners between the walls and the ceiling right as she starts to follow you down the hallway. It’s no doubt that she’s looking for security cameras, which does nothing less than concern you even more.
>You retreat to the faculty conference room with the door shutting behind you. It’s already a given that Sweet can’t follow you into the room with the hallway cameras watching her.
>”There’s something you should know.” The girl looks around for anyone who might be listening.
“I can’t leave this room now, Miss Sweet. The meeting starts in a couple of minutes.
>The girl knows for a fact that it’s in her best interest not to enter the room. There was a time in the past when Sunny Flare had tried to sneak into the room in order to cheat on one of her tests. The girl had made sure that none of the teachers were around to see her.
>But there are always security cameras installed by Cinch herself that are pointed directly to all of the entrances to the conference room. The principal is more than strict about academic integrity.
>Not only was she suspended for a week, but her grade for the class she was trying to cheat in was automatically set to a value where in she got perfect 100%’s for the rest of the year, she would be exactly 1% short of passing the class. It’s a good thing the girl was taking an extra class that year, or else she would have been expelled for not passing enough classes for the year.
>No one is held back at Crystal Prep. You either get it right the first time, or you’re dropped.
>Cinch later said that she thought up a more… “creative” way to punish a student who dared enter the faculty conference room.
>It’s deliciously sinister, but proved to be effective. Sunny Flare learned her lesson, and did not dare to go near the doors to that conference room again.
>Sweet has a whole history class hanging on that line, and isn’t the type to go and try taking extra classes.

>>27879461
>You sit down at the computer with a little headset of your own on. You internally thank Lemon Zest for giving you this idea of ignoring a certain someone who can still see you through the slim window along the length of the door.
>Pretend that you can’t hear the girl knocking and begging for you to come out. She has turned back to her softer voice after she realizes that you’re in territory where she cannot cross into.
>Log on to your account with the girl still out there.
>It’s a good thing these screens are reflective enough for you to see her silhouette. She appears to be using her phone to do something… possibly texting someone.
>You do what Lemon Zest would have done and nod your head to imaginary music, until you open up a makeshift online meeting. It’s actually a recording of a previous Skype call that you and other teachers had before.
>Cinch just keeps track of everything that goes on, doesn’t she? It makes you wonder once again about the emails.
>It’s a good idea to just play this for the next hour or so… or at least until you see Sweet get bored and leave in the computer screen’s reflection.
>Start to pretend to talk to the other teachers in the “call” until something makes your heart sink.
>The screen switches to blackness, the whirring of the surrounding computers ceases, the light in the room shuts off.
>The power went out.

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DUN DUN DUUUUN

>>27879472
Congrats.

What do each the Dazzlings smell like?

>>27879472
She cut the fucking power off didn't she?

>>27879472
the birth was unsuccessful and the baby died after a few moments of birth due to the umbilical cord being wrapped around It's neck

>>27879756
Adagio smells of ambition and a far off sea.

Aria smells of rage and nerd semen.

Sonata smells of bacon.

>>27879884
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=usxrnYRZf_g

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>>27879826

>>27879884
>Aria smells of rage and nerd semen.
FIFY

>>27879884
Well if I'm thinking of sweet things, I think Adagio would smell like fresh laundry and have a slight cinnamon-like scent.

Aria seems like she'd smell like lavender and mint.

Sonata would smell fruity/sugary. Probably like strawberries or another super sweet fruit.

>>27879472
Oshit

>>27878571
>Killryde
>ponut joe

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How is she coping with Brexit not changing anything except that now the UK is in for Thatcher: The Sequel?

I want the photographer to get hit by a bus.

>>27880905
The artist is already confirmed,even the sameface.

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Reposting what I have so far.

>This looks like a good place to rest for a while.
>You are scoping out a farm with your hunting rifle.
>There hasn't been any undead activity yet.
>You are currently settled in at the edge of a tree-line about half a mile away from the farm.
>It looks like there is nobody there, so you stand up, sling your rifle onto your back to begin, and making your way across the fields.
>You don't like being out in the open
>Too exposed
>If anyone sees you they will probably try to kill you.
>And if someone can see you, then undead can too.
>You keep a quick pace through the fields
>There is a wooden fence coming up ahead of you.
>You prepare yourself to vault over it.
>20 feet
>10 feet
>5 feet
>You grab the fence and jump,swinging your feet to the side to clear it.
>You land back on your feet and keep moving.
>The farm is about 800 feet away now.
>You make a quick assessment of your surroundings.
>No movement
>Good
>Once you make it to the outer buildings of the farm, you slow down and walk
>You draw your pistol
>Just in case.
>You cautiously begin making your way towards the house, moving to and from cover to conceal your approach.
>You reach one of the house doors.
>Opening the door, you ready yourself for something to come bursting out at you.
>Luckily nothing comes out at you.
>Before you enter it, you grab one of you hatchets with your left hand, so you are prepared if you are unable to use your pistol.
>It's a pretty big house, which usually means there are many rooms in it to clear.
>You begin the process of clearing the house of any possible threats.
>It takes you about 10 minutes to confirm the house is safe.
>Since it is about midday, you still have some daylight to check the other buildings
>There are four total buildings.
>A barn, a garage, sawmill, and tool shed
>You head towards the sawmill first.
>You kick open the door and see a zombie.
>It turns toward you and rushes at you.

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>>27884339
>As it gets into arms reach you swing your hatchet.
>It makes a satisfying crunch noise as it splits the zombie's head in half.
>It no longer moves.
>You yank the hatchet out of it's head
>Just in time to see another one come out of a room and charge at you.
>You run towards it and swing the hatchet horizontally.
>It connects with the zombie's neck
>Fully decapitating it.
>You ready yourself for another encounter as you move towards the other room
>Nothing attacks you when you enter.
>Thats a relief.
>You holster your pistol, but keep your hatchet out.
>The room is full of parts and saw blades.
>You make a mental note of what's in the room cause they might come in handy later.
>The building is clear now, so you head over to the tool shed.
>It's a lean to off the end of the barn.
>You enter it
>There are some toolboxes and a welder next to some sheet metal.
>Since you're next to barn you enter it next.
>You find nothing but some haystacks and pitchforks.
>Time to check the garage.
>You hope there's a functioning car or truck
>Or at the very least a working tractor.
>You see a fuel tank outside the garage.
>It looks like it hold about 500 gallons at least.
>It has a sign on it saying it contains diesel fuel.
>You open the hatch on it
>It is almost full.
>You close the hatch and head towards the garage doors.

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>>27884345
>You know for sure the two big doors are locked from the inside.
>You go to the small door.
>The door is locked.
>Since you are a master at opening locked doors, you use you greatest technique.
>Smashing the window with your hatchet.
>You reach in and unlock the door.
>Oh hell yes
>Inside the garage is an F-350 and a large John Deere tractor
>You practically run towards the truck.
>It's in very good condition by the looks of it.
>You open the door and get in the truck.
>You check the back seat for anything.
>To your surprise, you find a Remington 870 shotgun with a few boxes of shells.
>Nice
>You grab it and pull it out of the truck.
>You quickly check over it.
>It's got a folding stock and was already loaded.
>You put it back in the truck.
>Before you close the door you put your rifle
>You hop into the driver's seat, and check for keys.
>You notice there is a CB radio.
>If it works you might be able to communicate with other survivors out there.
>But if you want to use it you gotta find the truck keys first.
>It takes you a few moments, but you find the keys in the console.
>You put them into the ignition and turn the key
>The truck roars to life.

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>>27884354
>You turn on the CB radio
>The truck has a large ass antenna on it so you can probably reach someone from about 10 miles away.
>Since you are in a building, you won't have jack shit for signal
>That gives you a reason to take the truck on a test drive.
>You get out of the truck and open the garage door.
>You get back in, head down the driveway, and pull out onto the dirt road.
>It's time to try out the CB.
>You grab the microphone and push the button to transmit your message.
"Hello is there anybody still alive out here?"
>No response
>You cycle through the channels repeating your message and waiting a few moments for someone to respond.
>Absolutely nothing
>Well, it was worth a shot
>You've traveled down the road for long enough and decide to head back to the farm for the night.
>You make a U-turn and begin heading back.
>"Please if anyone is out there we need your help"

Reposting done

>>27879472
Run out one of the other doors. Really book it since there are no security cameras. Any other plan that's not this one is shit.

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>>27884368
>The sound of a female voice abruptly causes you to stop the truck, and grab the microphone.
>You hesitate from responding
>Should you help?
>It could just be a trap to lure you in to take your shit.
>But at the same time they could be in dire need of your help
>In the end you decide that the latter is more likely scenario.
>You push the button and respond
"I hear you loud and clear. What is wrong?"
>"My group got trapped in the Canterlot high school by the zombies. Please help us we're running low on supplies and can't fight our way out."
"How many people are with you?"
>You have to take into consideration the total space you have in the truck.
>If you help them you'll probably have to drive them out of there.
>"There are ten of us"
>There should be enough room in the truck if some of them get in the back.
>This also poses another problem
>A whole group would not go scavenging all at the same time.
>That probably means they are wanderers.
>You could possibly bring them to the farm.
>They are strangers to you though
"How long do you think you can hold out for?"
>You can worry about it later because you have the process of getting them out first.
>"I don't think we can hold out for any longer than a day."
"Where are you in the building?"
>"We are barricaded in the gym. Do you know how to get there?"
"I should know if the building hasn't been rearranged in the past 7 years."
>You had gone to that high school, so navigating through it should be easy.
>You check your watch
>4:00 pm
>That gives you about 3 hours before sundown.
"Listen I want your group ready to mobilize in an hour. I'll be coming in quick. I'm not guaranteeing anything so It might take a while to get you out of there."
>"Okay just don't keeps us waiting too long please."
"I'll try not to. By the way my name's Anon"
>"I'm Sunset"
"Well Sunset, I'll talk to you again soon enough."
>You put the mic back in it's holder and head back to the farm to, prepare for your rescue mission.

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>>27885317
>You are now Sunset
>You just got of of the radio with a man named Anon.
"Alright everyone we need to get ready, someone is coming to get us out of here."
>Everyone finishes barricading the gym and begins packing there gear.
>Your group consists of your 6 friends, Shining Armor, Cadence, and Flash.
>You all have been together since the beginning of this.
>Shining Armor is the leader of the group.
>He had you call for help why everyone else barricaded the gym.
>"It should hold for now as long as there aren't many more of them. Sunset how many people are coming to get us?"
"I don't know it may be just one guy. His name was Anon"
>"That name, I've head before"
>Shining stops and thinks for a minute.
>"Now I remember. He was the baseball captain my junior year in high school. He was one helluva nice guy, always helping out everybody on the team, whether they needed to borrow a few bucks or needed a ride somewhere. The last I heard of him, he went into the service. I forget which branch though."
>Well that is reassuring.
>"Do you know when he is coming?"
"He told me that we need to get ready by 5:00 pm, so he's coming soon."
>"Alright, go get packed Sunset."

>Your watch reads 4:45
>Its show time.
>You put your truck into gear, heading for Canterlot.
>You're going to have to be extra cautious when you get there.
>It's always risky heading into any place that was once heavily populated.
>That's the main reason you have stuck to the countryside since shit hit the fan.
>Less people equals less undead.
>Unless there is a large herd of them
>But those are rare
>You pull onto the highway.
>The tall buildings of the city loom off in the distance.
>You pass a sign reading: Canterlot 3 miles
>The school is on the edge of the city, so you won't have to head deep inside the metropolis.
>You pull off of the highway,going down a backroad.
>Your map says this road will take you to into the area that the school is in.

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>>27885336
>There is an increase of undead presence the farther you go down the road.
>There are several times you have to swerve around some zombies that were in the middle of the road.
>You turn down another road to finally see the school down the road a little ways.
>You pull into the school's driveway and park in front of the entrance.
>You shut the truck off and get out of it grabbing your shotgun.
>It will be a lot more effective in tight corridors than your rifle will be.
>Plus you have more ammo for it.
>Well, it's time to do this.
>You walk up the familiar steps and open the door.
>The main hallway is littered with dead corpses and streaks of blood.
>Your nose is immediately overwhelmed with the smell of the decaying bodies.
>You fight back the urge to vomit.
>It's hard to do so, but you manage to by pulling you shirt over your nose and quickly heading down the hallway.
>https://youtu.be/HtPZoWka8eU
>You go down the left hallway due it being the quickest way to get to the gym.
>The only sounds you hear are your boots hitting the floor and some things in your backpack moving around.
>The hallway bends to the right.
>You stop and quickly peak down the corner
>There are five zombies about midway down the hall.
>Luckily they aren't looking this way.
>You sling your shotgun onto your back and unlatch the two hatchets off your legs.
>You begin slowly creeping down the hallway.
>There is little to no sound coming from you as you close the gap between you and the group of zombies.
>At about 10 feet one of the zombies notices you followed by the other four.
>They move in almost a single-file line.
>This will be easy.
>The first one gets within swinging distance
>You swing sideways with your right hand.
>The hatchet gets buried in the side of the first zombies head.
>As you pull your right hatchet out of the zombie's head, you swing your left hatchet into the second zombie.
>You pull out the left hatchet and the cycle begins anew.

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>>27885366
>It takes only about 20 seconds to finish the last three zombies off.
>You keep heading down the hall
>The hallway you are in connects with the hallway that has the gym in it.
>You stop and and look around the right corner first
>About 20 zombies block the path.
>You look left to see 10 more zombies
>Well, shit
>Looks like it's time to break out the fun toys.
>You put your hatchets back into their holsters.
>You back away from the corner and take off your backpack.
>Opening it up, you take out two Molotov cocktails.
>You grab your lighter and light the first Molotov
>You step around the corner and chuck the bottle into larger group.
>It hits about in the middle of the group.
>You light the other Molotov and throw it at the small group.
>It hits the zombies in the front of the group, but the liquid splays out onto the rest of the group.
"Burn you motherfuckers!"
>You run back to your backpack, close it up, and put it back on while you ready your shotgun.
>You have six shots before you have to reload.
>Gotta make em count
>You shoulder the 870 and head right
>The burning zombies turn towards to you.
>In response you fire into the center of them
>Three of them drop as you pump another shell into the chamber.
>You aim for the head of one of the zombies and pull the trigger.
>The steel pellets spray out, taking out four more zombies.
>Flames from the Molotov start to take their toll on the zombies as many of them start to fall.
>Some of the zombies don't fall from their corpses burning though you solve that blowing their heads off with your shotgun.

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>>27885387
>Whats left of the 20 zombies that blocked your path is now a pile of corpses.
>You turn around to see the 10 zombies on the left aren't doing as hot.
>Only three of them remain.
>You fire at the zombie in the center, taking out two of them.
>The last one still makes its way towards you.
>You walk up to it, using your shotgun, you push it over and stomp on it's skull.
>You head towards the end of the hallway the 20 zombies once were.
>The gym doors are just around another corner now.
>You peak around the corner.
>Nothing but the gym doors are there.
>You sling the 870 onto you shoulder
>You walk up to the doors and knock.
"Sunset, it's me Anon. Is you group ready?"
>"Yeah we are, just need to clear our barricades in front of the door."
>The sound of heavy objects can be heard from the other side of the doors.
>"You can enter now."
>You pull open the doors
>You are met with a group of mostly teenage girls and two guys
>You immediately recognize the man in a sheriff's uniform.
>https://youtu.be/MWNoQ4xRyNU
"Shining Armor"
>"Anon Y. Mous, You crazy son of a bitch."
>You both walk towards each other and engage in bro hug.
"I haven't seen you in years mate. How have ya been?'
>"Well besides the fact that we are in an apocalypse and was trapped in our old high school, I've been pretty alright. Everyone meet Anon the guy I told you all about."

>>27885398
>Multiple hellos are heard.
>"Anon meet Applejack, Rarity, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Sunset Shimmer, Flash Sentry, and my fiancée Cadence. You've already met Twilight before, so there is no need for me to introduce her."
"Hello everyone. Anyways we should get going. It's going to be dark soon before too long, and it's a lot more dangerous at night."
>"About that. We have no place to go."
"I figured that as much. I've found a farm that should be able to handle all of us for a while."
>"Thank you Anon, we owe you one."
"Well let's not piss around here. Follow me."

End of chapter 1

>>27885414
good shit mang

>>27879472
fuck. we gonna get raped aint we.

>>27885414
fuck yeah zombies. Flash is alive but the important ones are alive.

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Shamwow is objectively best pone and gril

Tiem Atfer Tiem Update

>You have decided to stay home for today.
>Yesterday was quite the hassle, knocking you off of your feet and far from your comfort zone.
>There is no telling what those guys would have done to you.
>The first thing you need to think to yourself is run.
>...
>Stay in your bed with your eyes glued to your bedroom window.
>The other students from school don't know where you live, right?
>You don't remember telling any of them.
>With that, you should be safe.
>But the doubt still always lingers in your mind.
>And so you sit in bed, mentally counting the number of days there are left of school.
>The seniors graduate on Wednesday.
>Which means that the underclassmen should have their last day of classes within the very next week.
>You honestly can't wait until you can stay home without needing a valid reason.
>All day long, you check Facebook and Twitter.
>On the pages of your peers, you start to notice your name on a lot of the posts.
It horrifies you to see what these posts have on them.
>These people are looking for you.
>Basically trying to track you down so they can hunt you.
>It's a damn good thing you decided to pretend to be sick today; you would have been up against the entire Junior class had you gone back to school.
>How on earth did the all become so compelled to try and hunt you down?
>It just doesn't make sense.
>All you did was reject Sunset shimmer.
>Nothing invalid about that.
>Right?
>...
>Go downstairs at dinnertime.
>Mom and dad are doing the usual monitoring where you are in the house.
>It's so fucking annoying how they do that.
>People like these two are the reason why you want to run away.
>You just so happen to go outside for a quick few seconds to walk your pet lizard.
>Yes, it's a pet lizard, fuck you.
>Outside in your backyard, you feel like your pet lizard doesn't have enough freedom space for waking and more freedom and stuff.
>So naturally, you take it out front.

>>27887983
>look around at the dark and empty streets with the leash around your wrist.
>All is quiet... for now.
>But you can't help but feel that... something's different.
>You take a look at your watch...
>MIDNIGHT
>OH NO
>dun dun duuuuhhnn
>Humvees come swirling out of the le bushes as the et light shine onto your you.
>You see a helicopter cope town towards you
>It feels the Anon near it, it cansmell you
>"AAAANOOOOONN"
>Shit.
>They are trying to cat you at house.
>They somehow found out where you live.
>"Get back here and say yes to Sunset shimber!"
"NONONONONONONONONON"
>"YEYEYEYEYEYA"
>You run.
>And run fast.
>Gotta go fast like the super sanic 64
>Make it back into yor house where you hode behind a lettuce
>"ANON!" Twilight's voice yells at you.
"WAT WAT U WANT"
>"say yes to sunset like she's brexit!"
"But that's a bad thing!"
>"No it's not!"
(Let's just avoid arguing about that)
>She swoops down with her wings into the air and looks at you with racoon night vision
>Ypu realize that she is a raccoon, and knows how to use money to her influence.
>"Anon! This is your last chance!" Twilight sharpens her alicorn racoon princess claws.
"Fuck you!"
>"No, do Sunset instead!"
"Never say never!"
>Shit.
>You see patroon logos flying at you from outside windows
>Ypu panic.
"HIDE THE WALLETS! HIDE THE PURSES!" You said. "HIDE YO KIDS HIDE YO OLD MEMES!"
>The memes are old, yes.
>Twilight the raccoon springs through the window's window and looks at the windowception
>You stare at the girl with wide eyes, wondering what she's going to do next. Twilight the raccoon growls at you with a few more patroon logos between her cute lil fingers.
>"I'll give you part of my share of you say yes to Sunsat."
"Fuck off you little rodent twat."
>Run away.

>>27888031
>Twiliot gives up and goes home to porridge time.
>...
>NEXT DAY
>It's taco tuesday
>You're in school this time because your parents told you that you have to go in this time. And you're realld mad about this shit bro yo bro
>yo yo yo
>Maybe the others can not run after you this time at school around because of all of the tears on the floor.
>Symbolic tears.
>Well shit, tat means they have no physical objects to slip on anyway.
>Fuck.
>Now what are you going to do.
>Take your pancil.
>Wave it around like a magic wand.
>Maybe if you reverse the spell that Twilight cast on you that you don't know is being cast yet, then you could not have to date Sunset Shimmshimm
>Macaroni.
>Look back paranoia at your desk behind you.
>shit, there are people staring at you from the behind and you twist your head around exercist style to make the run away in fear.
>BUT NOW THEY'RE WITCHHUNTING YOU
>Fuark.
>You pitter pater out of the classroom like a little babby with toilet paper around your ankles and run away from the classes.
>They follow you through the hallway and yo're not sure if you're going to make it tot he little boy's room in time.
>UH OH
>Flash is hiding in the lil boys room peeing into the sink
>What the fuckingshit
>You run out of the bothroom with NOWHERE TO RUUUUN NOWHERE TO HIIIDE
>Other students chase you down the hallway in jeeps because fuck it the doorways were big as fuck anyway.
>HAVE YOU SEEN CELESTIA'S LEGS FOR CHRIST'S SAKE?
>SHE'S LIKE A GOD DAMN MUTANT
>You run all the way over to art class where the teacher lets you in as long as you circlejerk with her that indie rock is the best genre because of originality and intellectual value.
>memes
>Put on your thick framed glasses and start to get triggered.
>Trigger yourself up more and more to train yourself for Flash and co's arrival.

>>27888045
>They are coming, Anon.
>Here they are.
>HEEEEERE'S JHONNY!
>Fuck.
>You pause in your training as you spot them at the door with Trixie behind them.
>she does a magic trick to unlock the door.
>But it was only a magic trick, and therefore only gave the guys the illusion that the door was unlocked.
>They are all knocked unconsious as they repetitivelt try to walk through the closed locked door.
>You're saved for now... until Twilight magicall comes throug hthe door using REAL MAGIC OMFG
>She turns into a raccoon and looks at the art teacher.
>She had never praised indie rock before, and the art teacher does not support Twilight's cause.
>The art teacher defends you, holding up a painbrush like a sword and stabbing Twiliot with it.
>Twilight goes down, but only for a second as she pulls out a url to a patroon website.
>OSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT
>The art teacher is hypnotized, and reached into her wallet and gives Twilight her money.
>Twilight turns into a raccoon again.
>You use yout triggeredness to start doing martial arts training on the spot.
>You punch and kick the plastic human shaped model in the center of the room to use as apunching bag, and you become really really good at karate.
>WITH KARATE ILL KICK YOUR ASS
>Twilight looks at you with a smug frown on her furry lil face DAWWW HOW CUTE
>She pouts
>And it makes your heart melt.
>Your heart stops beating and this turns out to be the best karate move there is under the move where the shaloin monk rips his opponent's heart out.
>C-C-C-CRAAAAAWLING IN MY SKIIIINN
>These wounds they will not heal.
>But you are too triggered to die and you wake up still just as triggered as ever.
>"SAY YES TO SUNSET!" Twilight demainds with her paw pointed at you. "I'm still stronger than you!"
"Oh really?"
>You grab a nearby paper and pencil, start drawing onto it.
>You draw a dumbell, and you grab onto the paper and start to do bicep curls.
>Get really buff and Twilight's jaw drops.
"NOW I'M STRONGER THAN YOU!"

>>27888056
>"But i'm still stronger because my voice actress's name is Tara Strong."
>...
>Shit.
>What do you do now?
>Pick up a huge piece of paper and start to draw on it.
>You draw a barbell.... with a LOT OF DETAIL
>You draw a hyperrealistic drawing of an entire workout room with the equipment and mirrors and everything.
>Start lifting the paper up and down.
>You become extremely ripped.
>Shake your fist at Twilight.
>she's intimidated now.
>"F-f-f-fuck you I'll fucking throw a potato at you."
>Her eyes turn into patroon logos.
>VAT IS ZIS?
>Twilight turns into a raccoon again, and.... and...
>SHE DOES THE RACCOON DANCE
>Throwing her arms side to side, Twilight starts to shimmy back and forth with her little legs wobbling and wiggling along with raccoon music playing in the background.
>She sways her arms straight out from side to side.
>Starting to do a dance that looks like the thriller dance.
>Twiliot does the raccoon dance more and more as the patroon logos in the watermarks in her eyes attract dollar bills.
>But you were broke anyway, so you're able to run away.
>...
>NEXT DAY
>The seniors graduate.
>You're forced to go to the graduation ceremony because the teachers told you that you have to eat your meat before you eat your pudding.
>You sit in the stands doing the raccoon dance the best you can remember it so you can start to get people to give you enough money to run away to brothens.
>It doesn't work, you don't get a single cent.
>Next you you, Rarity is being a prostitute and getting money for her favors and all that shit.
>God damn it, Rarity.
>Time t put her out of business.
>Go back to the art room and find Twilight still in there doing the raccoon dance since the day before because fuck it she has nothing else going on in her life anyway.
>Reach up her skirt and pull out the partoon url.

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>>27888068
>Take it back to the gym and show it to everyone.
>Every last cent in the room is magnetized towards you.
>It's gonna take a lot of dollars to get a flight to the BESTEST PLACE IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD.
>Even Rarity gives you all of the money she sucked weiners for.
>Fucking slut.
>She even asks you out in the bathroom after she offers to suck your weiner to get all the money you have.
>You SAY NO TO RARITY GOD DAMN IT ANON YOU HEARTBREAKER
>The synthesizer from Pyrocynical's video plays again.
>”[synthesizer]Wrrhhherrr whrrerr whhreeerr wheeeereer… [chorus all together now!] She something something something boardwalk! She keeps her SUNSET right in something something something… she knows she gets away with murder….”
>"I've gotta admit, Anon. You've completely screwed yourself over now. But hey, if you like doing that then that's fine more power to ya. But you literally just started up more Yout- uh, I mean high school drama. And that's just fucked up, man."
>Pyrocynical gives you a long speech that must not be a second under 10 minutes or else he won't get enough money to feed his family of foxes.
>Whip out the patroon url and start doing the raccoon dance on Pyro's channel.
>Pyrocynical becomes a septillionaire in three minutes.
>"Yo guys, come check out this guy's channel, he literally does the best raccoon dance ever. He makes really good content and everyone should like his channel and patroon. I'd do the raccoon dance too, but I can't because I'm a fox." Pyro said.
>You taake your money and buy a plane ticket from a train conductor.
>Twilight can't chase you because she's tired from doing the raccoon dance for over 24 hours straight.
>She can't follow you to brothens... but Sunset wasn't doing the raccoon dance for even half that time and has enough energy to follow you and catch your dick and balls like they are pokemon.
>But he's have to go outside for that.

TO BE CONTINUED

>>27888099
Well I was going to give a shot at writing, but how do you compete with this?

>>27888099
D A N K

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>>27888195
It's simple, you don't

>>27888099
Mocking your own story isn't going to get your any closer to the part you wanted to write, Alex.

Been inactive for about 2 years, what's the progress on that /mlp/ VN? You know the one with Live/Deadsmutanon?

>>27889054
Nice b8 m8

>>27889063
Why was I expecting anything different, seriously though, is it dead?

>>27888238
more like DARK

>>27887203
>>27884395
>>27880153
>>27879778
>>27879472
>An imagined imbalance almost makes you fall off the chair as you struggle to comprehend what just happened. There’s a door in front of you, but you don’t run to it; you’ve been too set on staying put on the chair and not moving an inch.
>Finally get yourself to turn your head around, only finding that Sour Sweet has disappeared from the window. You stand up anyway.
>”Mr. Mouse.” Her voice is still right there around the corner. “You might want to come back to the classroom.”
>The computer won’t turn on.
>You can’t think of an excuse that coincides with the whole lie about the online meeting. You can tell from how trapped you feel that Sweet just might be enjoying the feeling of having cornered you.
>The click of the door opening fills the room, and you stand facing the source of the sound. Sour Sweet still cautiously steps into the room, but smiles while your eyes meet hers.
>”You wanna know a secret?” She chimes, holding the door still so it doesn’t automatically shut.
>Reach for the doorknob of the adjacent door out of the room you’re backing up towards. “Stop.” Sweet lets out a confident order. “Or I’ll tell Cinch something you wouldn’t want her to hear.”
>The headphones re-enter your mind, but with a hunch that Sweet may be referring to something far more damning.
>How right that hunch is.
>”Remember me roughing myself up before we walked out into the hallway from your classroom?” She reminds you. “Guess what that would look like if Cinch has a reason to look over the security footage?”
>A crushing blow of defeat slams your lungs and hitches your breathing.
>”And don’t worry about the cameras seeing me stepping in here. They went off with the power.” She insidiously steps back and lets the door close again, continuing to speak through the window. “You have about one minute to make up your mind. Because that’s when the emergency generators kick in.”

>>27890233
in the time honored tradition.
>Go fuck yourself. I am out.

>>27890505
Also I may add.
>you have nothing but your word against mine, and no proof of anything to boot. If I can prove you tampered with school property you will be punished severely. Shove past her to the power grid.

Is this thread still cancer?

>>27892434
Do you really need to ask?

>>27892434
>>27892460
No and no.

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>>27862417
>You told them each and every person so far.
>Applejack tried to get her revenge with her big brother, but that
>Sunset is still upset over on how you not only tugged her heartstrings, but basically ripped them out by now.
>No question on the fact that Dash is still pissed over the fact that you test her intelligence.
>Rarity does what little she can to impose as a threat, even though the worse has already happened a long time ago.
>Bulk must be clueless about what you lured him into. You do hope that he has a set of weights at his home, only to keep him busy and away from school for his suspension.
>Lightning is a mystery - she did say that ‘you’ll pay for it’ even though she damn well knows that she can kiss her ticket into a university goodbye.
>If Norman’s smart enough, he should be out of the game by now. At least for the next few days to weeks. You might pay him a friendly visit, just to see on how he’s dealing with the painkillers.
>As for the rest of the school, you haven’t done anything bad to them directly, excluding the few guys back in football, but they shouldn’t matter.
>”Quite a list you have there, Anon.” Twilight says as she writes in her notebook.
>’I can’t believe that you were able to bother so many in such a short time.”
“I tell ya, I’m making more friends each day.”
>”You always knew how to rile them up, Anon.” Twilight smirks. “With this extra information, and today’s commotion at lunch, I should start knocking down some names.”
“What was that? You and your friends made some sort of show back there.”

>>27892505
>Yes and no.
FTFYF

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>>27892755
>After some explaining, it’s all clear to you.
“I’m betting 50 big ones on Rainbow.”
>”Now hold on! Don’t jump into conclusions just yet. It still could be anyone.” Twilight still follows through her strategy.
>”I’m not sure, you know how easy it is to set Rainbow off.” Fluttershy reminds Twilight.
>”Did you forget on how Sunset reacted to Anon after he mentions about Flash?” Twilight compares Sunset’s temper problem with Rainbow Dash’s.
>”I haven’t, but we know how Rainbow can be.” Fluttershy holds on to Rainbow for being the hot headed one.
>”And there’s Rarity.” Twilight moves on the list. “How she acted was more than the usual melodramatic way.”
“What did she say?”
>”Something along the lines of ‘I'll show all of you! It will be more than that!‘ after Rainbow Dash mocked Rarity’s plan.“
“What was it? Something about me wearing some clothes, wasn’t it?”
>”It was nothing but you and a bra.”
“That’s it?”
>”It may as well be just that and nothing else on you.” Twilight goes into her own ideas of what Rarity might do.
>”There’s no way it could be Rarity, could it?”
>”I don’t know, she was awfully passionate about her animosity for it all.”
“We can’t rule out anyone that might have done it. Even by the slightest threat, they count.”
>Twilight nods as she continues writing down some notes in her notebook before closing it. ”That’ll be it for the day, I should go.”
“But it’s only five o'clock.”
>”I know, but I need to leave you and Fluttershy doing… whatever you guys did before I arrived.”
>She tosses her notebook inside her backpack before getting up.
>”We were having a private conversation.”
>”Now you can resume whatever it may be. If it was that important, you should pick up on where you left it.” Twilight leaves Fluttershy with an obvious insult before waving to you.
>”I--” Fluttershy stops when she sees you waving back.
“What?”

>>27892777
Oh shit. the Lucky 7s says Rainbitch is responsible.

>>27892434
Yes, thanks to Stomedy the Patreon shitposter.

> https://derpicdn.net/img/2016/7/15/1201547/large.gif

How can ponies even compete?

>>27890233
“I…I…” You’re at a loss for words at the hands of the grasp Sweet has on your whole reputation.
>”One minute, Mr. Mous.” Sweet reminds you.
>Race through your mind for anything that might convince her that whatever it is she has planned isn’t going to work.
>The girl smiles through the window beside the door once again, holding her hands up against the glass on the side of her face to see you more clearly. That smile she has… the type that grows wider with each little movement to escape you make.
>And the longer you look at her, the more you want to escape.
“Y-you have nothing but your word against mine, and no proof of anything to boot.” Look to see if she’s listening. “If I can prove you tampered with school property you will be punished severely.”
>Throw together a plan to push past her to the generator room, despite having no idea where it is. You’re a history teacher, for pete’s sake.
>”Oh, I didn’t do anything. All the cameras will show is me standing here the whole time before everything going black.”
“Who did you text?” You grit your teeth.
>”No important. Don’t worry your pretty little head about that.” She pauses and takes another look at her phone. “And it’s been one minute, Mr. Mous.”
>You’re not going down. Not like this.
>”Yo Sweet.” A familiar voice sounds from the direction of the entrance of your classroom. “Have you seen Mr. Mous anywhere around here?”
>”Huh?” Sour Sweet’s smile fades really quickly as she turns her head and speaks to her friend.
>That’s unmistakably Lemon Zest’s voice. “He didn’t leave yet, did he? I just got here and wanted to at least do one of those lessons since I wasn’t here today.”
>A pause.
>”Oh, and did the power go out?” She adds.
“I’m here!” You would have never spoken so loudly in this room otherwise.
>”Mr. Mous?”
>The door swings open to a smile on Zest’s face and a frown on Sour Sweet’s face.

>>27904420
BASED ZEST! BEST GIRL COMING IN! She has earned the D ticket for this save.

>>27904519
>he likes shit named from a "fruit"

>>27904596
the shit you are referring to just saved Anon's ass, show some respect and stop hating on top waifu.

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>>27904629
>top waifu.
I believe that you are wrong, faggot.

>>27904629
Still shit, doesn't make a difference.

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>>27904519

>>27905529
Barb when?

so much glimmer

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>>27906310
>tfw writing a small green to make a point.
>Thread suddenly kill in twenty minutes after last bump because of the glimmer embargo pushing everything down to page 10 in no time at all.
I'll just post it here I guess, since this is the only other place for it.

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>>27906607

>Alone, hidden away in an unused school room, you and Rarity have your "study" sessions.
>She sits on a desk in front of you, a leg over the other, a history book in her hand, and an unbuttoned blouse showing just a glimmer of cleavage.
>"Norman invasion of England." she dips her glasses slightly on the tip of her dainty nose, waiting for your answer.
>You frown in concentration.
"Ten sixty... six?"
>She smiles coyly, a hand undoing the last button as she pulls it over her head.
>Her pristine with skin now fully displayed to you.
>With a quick once over of her hair, she puts her glasses back on.
>You bite your lip as you spy the last article of clothing that prevents you from seeing her fully.
>That goddamn frilly bosom catcher just fucking taunting you!
>Rarity picks the book back up after neatly putting aside her clothes on a small growing pile.
>She uncrosses her legs teasingly before standing up with a ruler pointing at you
>she levels another question.
>"Magna Carta."
>You pull out a hanky to swipe away some moisture gathering on your forehead.
>You know this!
"Twelve fifteen"
>"Right again, darling~" she says, closing the book with the ruler as a page marker, using her, now free, hand to trace her body as she moves lower and begins working on her skirt
>You unconsciously lean forward and she smiles a sultry smile, enjoying the attention
>She stops just shy of her thighs, while she slightly bends over forward, her hair framing her lovely cleavage.
>"Spanish Armada."
>Oh fuck oh fuck
"Fifteen... eighty... fiv-?"
>Her previous coy expression shifts to one of displeasure.
"six?"
>She straightens herself back
>"Anonymous, please, surely you know this." she makes for her blouse
>Your dick panics
"Fifteen seventy-eight, no, fifteen fourty-three!"
>Rarity just shoots it all down
"Nineteen eighty-five?" you're just shooting the wind as you slump into your chair, Rarity already bottoning up.
>"Shall we review our notes?"
>You scream internally

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>>27904519
Zest IS best.

>>27905224
That's not rushing, this is:
>>27904420
>Had the latter girl got her way, Zest would have most likely stepped in before anything… wrong… happened anyway. You really hope she isn’t too confused when you thank her out of nowhere.
>”You’re not leaving or anything, are you?” Zest looks back at your classroom.
“Oh, uh, nah. I was just trying to see what went wrong with the power and everything.” You gesture back into the darkened conference room. “Teachers can access the backup generators from here, apparently.”
>The lights come back on as you say this. The timing could not be more perfect, even thought it’s been an entire second minute after Sweet said that the backup generators would kick in.
>Whatever, it’s not like it matters.
>”Awesome! Can’t wait.” Lemon Zest heads in the direction of the room. “So you ready?”
>”I have to ask him about the packet we had to fill out today first.” Sour Sweet tells her friends then gives you a look promising bad things happening if you don’t go along.
>Feeling rather saved anyway, you decide to let Zest go into the room and tell Sweet to take a hike and give her the scolding that would make her regret every action she’s done since whenever she first got the idea to try and do this.
“We’ll join you in a sec.” You wave Zest off, letting her go into the room and leaving you alone to talk to Sour Sweet.
>You’ll have to keep your voice low for what you’re going to say to this girl; the door is still open. It’s a good thing you heard that the security cameras don’t have audio.
>Sour’s face grows angrier by the second as you cross your arms. “You got lucky this time, boy-toy.”
“I’ll remember that when I grade your next test.” You give her a smug grin.
>She starts to smile again, and you honestly can’t think of a reason for her to do so, reassuring yourself that you’re in the clear.
>”You better not.”

>>27907610
“Or what?” You continue before she can answer your question. “You know… what you’re trying to do is a disgusting thing. It’s absolutely degenerate and wrong.”
>”You do know that my word is all I need, right? Like, have you ever even seen the news? All I need to do is make a scene out of this and show Cinch the video tapes, and let the public’s dirty minds put the pieces together themselves.”
>Scoff at her, actually offended by this.
“You… you’re a psychopath! And a stupid one at that.” You’re trying as hard as you can not to angrily scream at her.
>Gotta stay quiet so Zest can’t hear you two from inside the room.
>”Your reputation is toast if you don’t do what I want you to do! Even if you get off the hook, no one will look at you the same way again! You’re doomed if you back out of this now!”
“That’s. Not true!” A sharp rage makes your hand movements quick and agitated. “How dare you even…”
>”It’s your move, big boy.” Sweet starts to smirk once again. “You can go ahead and have your little lesson with Zest, but I’ll just tell Cinch that you did things with her too and that she never said a word because she liked it!”
>Why are you not slapping this girl across the face right now? Why aren’t yo-
>No, keep your composure, Anon.
>”And there’s nothing you can do to stop be from going to her maybe even tomorrow… and giving her a little hint that you were doing things to both of us… that I eventually had enough of.”
>Don’t let any tears come to your eyes, Anon.
>You try to come up with a comeback, but no words come out. You were gullible and inattentive, and now you’re paying the price for it. Sour Sweet still pretty much has you in a metaphorical gridlock. And the feeling is pissing you off more than anything ever has before.
>Sweet continues with a wider smile after your silence proves that you have to defense left.
>”Like I said. It’s your move.”
“Th-“
>”Yes?”
“The hell do you…” You break free of your stuttering. “Like… what the hell do you want?”

>>27907613
>”I’m looking right at what I want.” Her eyes wander down from your face. “And when I want something enough, I get it one way or another.”
“You’re sick. And what you’re doing is sick.” You start to become salty.
>”Oh, you’re right about that first part. I’ve been sick in the head for years and years. But you have to admit, there’s nothing wrong with a little bit of student-teacher… relationships.”
>Shake your head, turning the corners of your mouth down. You hands begin to shake.
>lemon Zest was able to save you for the moment, but not for the long run. She only postponed what will soon become your inevitable fate.
>”Don’t pretend that you don’t like the idea if this. That’s just society talking. Besides, I’m 18, aren’t I? There’s nothing wrong with this and you know it.”
“That doesn’t matter! There is nothing right about this! Teachers and students are NOT SUPPOSED to do that!”
>”Your mouth says that, but your eyes say something different.”
“You’re delusional.”
>”Well you’re the delusional one if you think there’s a way to squirm your way out of this. Now again… it’s your move. Pick me up somewhere right outside school grounds and save your reputation… or let me go in to Cinch’s office tomorrow morning?” She’s probably throwing this together as she goes along.
>And she really can afford to do so at this point, because you’re not seeing any easy way out of this.
>You were wrong, this girl is a sociopath, not a psychopath. She’s too impulsive to be a psychopath, despite having evidently planned this whole thing out like one.
>”It’s your move, Mr. Mous.”
“Wh…” It’s humiliating to bring the words out. “Where do you want me t-to pick you up?”
>The girl’s bitter glare disappears in seconds. “Oh, how delightful of you! Behind the bleachers to the baseball field would be great!” Her smile turns warm and she cutely shuts her eyes with her fingers locking together.
>You nod to her.

>>27907617
>”Thank you so much!” Sweet’s eyes light up. “You have no idea how much this means to me! I really needed this so badly.” She puts a suggestive strain in her voice that makes you question your stance on this.
>She skips off without another word, and you drag yourself into your classroom where Lemon Zest awaits. You’re more than certain that she heard you raise your voice a little bit in that hallway, until you see her with her headphones on and hear the music blasting though.
>It’s already clear that she didn’t hear a damn thing.
>You resume the lesson for the day, mostly thinking back to the security cameras in the hallways only catching you talking to Sour Sweet for a couple of minutes. Your flustered gestures could have really meant anything regarding to behavior in class or something; you one could really tell what you were upset about.
>Except Lemon Zest can’t even tell that you’re upset at all. You go about the lesson with a smile in substitute to how you actually feel. There’s no reason why you should drag this girl into this, which serves as another reason to just suffice Sweet’s… needs and put this whole thing behind you.
>Keep your spirits up all throughout the after school session with Zest catching up on all of the notes she missed out on today, not that she would have written anything down during class time anyway.
>Your mind traces back to the fact that Sweet lied about there being packets that were filled out during today’s class so she could talk to you in the hallway. It’s scary how quick of a planner that girl is… and you can’t stop wondering what she might be thinking about right now.
>Perhaps adding more to her plan.
>This is not good.
>The lesson ends and Zest thanks you again for helping her out.
>A frown doesn’t return to your face until you step into your car and turn the motor on. Grip hard on the steering wheel and furiously pull out of your parking space.

>>27907621
>You can already see Sour Sweet standing right next to the bleachers of the baseball field.
>She’s leaning against the side of one of the metal beams as you pull up to her.
>Those eyes that notice your car approaching don’t lock onto a target like a predator above its helpless prey. They’re more… humble?
>You stop your vehicle and wait for the girl to open the door on the passenger side and get in. She did hear you unlock the doors, but doesn’t approach the car.
>The girl only looks at you in the car for a split second with those same humble eyes, then turns away and starts walking towards the front of the bleachers with her head hanging low. You… didn’t expect this.
>Of course, the overpowering feeling of being obligated to pick her up to save your reputation prompts you to step out of the car and follow Sour Sweet to where she now sits on the lowest row of the bleachers with her face in her hands.
>Her shoulders jolting up and down give you the hint that she’s feeling a lot different than forty five minutes ago.
“Hey…” You approach the girl with mixed feelings about what you should say next. “What’s wrong?”
>The girl sniffles and looks over to you behind her shoulder. A tear runs down her cheek as she scoots to the side for you to sit next to her.
>You sit yourself down next to the girl.
“Why are you crying?”
>”I…” She croaks. “I’m so sorry.”
“What?”
>Sweet takes a deep breath and wipes her eyes. “You were right. This… this feels too wrong.”
>A little confusing this change of heart is, but then again, this type of indecisiveness is something you’d expect from Sour Sweet.
>”After seeing how happy Zesty was when you were teaching her history through the music she listens to… I’ve… I’ve never seen such a beautiful way to teach someone before.” Sweet tells you in between sniffles. “And then here I come butting my way in making you feel like shit because I’m too horny to control myself…”

>>27907626
“How… did you see us in the room?” You remember not seeing the girl even walk by in the hallway during the session.
>”I was watching through the window.” Sweet half laughs with another tear in her eye.
“…”
>”But that’s not the important part.” She continues. “I don’t want to make you do all of this… risky stuff if it gets in the way of your fun.”
“Alright, listen.” You start. “You have… problems.”
>”I KNOW!” She slams her fists down onto the bleachers. “Please… don’t remind me.”
>You’re hardly fazed at this point.
“To be fair… you’re sort of reminding yourself by doing what you just did back in there.” You point out. “And you gave me that impression too.”
>Evidently, you’re still too pissed off to show any mercy.
>Sour Sweet hides her sobs into her hands once more, shaking her head.
“You really shouldn’t have done that. That was wrong, what you did. It puts MY job, MY reputation, and to an extent, MY life in jeopardy. It is WRONG. Do you understand?” You look up towards the supply shack and notice a security camera… facing away from the bleachers and towards the door instead.
>At least you can tell she’s not trying to ruse you into getting some dirt on yourself on camera.
>Sour Sweet eventually nods in agreement to what you just told her. “I… well, look. It’s not like I don’t still want to do this.”
>You jolt up.
“Wh-what?”
>”I was waiting here for you to come over and pick me up. But I… I don’t know. I’m starting to feel bad about all this. I still want to do this, but I don’t wanna make you do it if it screws your life up. I’m so sorry!”
“Well… this is a thing we really SHOULDN’T do. Had our ages been a bit closer together and we weren’t student and teacher, then that’s a whole different ball game.”
>She gets a hopeful look in her eyes. “That’s it? That’s the only thing making you not want to do this?”

>>27907629
“…Well, I… it’s probably better to be honest with you about this instead of lying.” You’re just trying to make her feel better and not sperg out enough to lie to Cinch tomorrow. “Listen, you’re a great girl. But there are better guys to chase after then one of your teachers.”
>”Can I ask you something?” Her voice grows quieter.
“Go ahead.”
>”Why not?”
“…”
>”Like, you’re really young for being a teacher at Crystal Prep. You’re like… 28, right? 10 years older than me?”
“I’m 26 years old.”
>There’s a short pause between the two of you. You look at the girl as she starts to twiddle her thumbs. But you’re still not yet sure if you’re going to trust her not to go and lie to Principal Cinch tomorrow. This job you have right now means everything to you.
“Just to be clear… you REALLY should just move on. I don’t know what it is that’s making you want to do this, but it’s not worth it. You have got to stop.”
>”Listen… I don’t want to fib here, okay?”
“This is not negotiable.” You then picture her waltzing into Cinch’s office. “Alright, look. This ever even having happened is a bad move. If you’re starting to feel guilty, then that just goes to show that you shouldn’t have done it in the first place.”
>The look she gives you pulls at your heartstrings a little bit.
“I’m serious, Miss Sweet. I love my job. And I’m one of the only teachers who can honestly say that.”
>”Wh… what if it didn’t have any effect on your job?”
“But it does.”
>”Hypothetically!”
“No… no, no, no. I shouldn’t even be talking about this.” You turn away from her and get ready to stand up. “Not even hypothetically. It’s wrong and you know it. Plain and simple.”
>”But I don’t think it’s wrong! Like, if you don’t find me attractive, you could have just said so.”
>You are so not willing to have this conversation with Sour Sweet. You’d leave if you had gotten her to confirm that you weren’t going to lose your job tomorrow.

>>27907634
“It’s not a matter of that. It’s that I’m your teacher! And I’m 10 years older than you!”
>”8 years.”
“…”
>”And that’s not even that much, to be honest. At least not in my opinion. Hell, some of my friend’s parents are 7 years apart. So what difference does one year make? It’s still in the single digits, at least.”
“Still pretty far for me. And I’m still your teacher.”
>”Not outside of school.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
>”Why doesn’t it matter?”
“…It just doesn’t! And we’re on school grounds right now.” Without knowledge of facts to back up your side of the argument, you start to grasp at straws.
>”Look, if you don’t find me attractive, you can just say so. It’s weird how you haven’t just answered that yet.” She goes back to the thing you’d rather not answer.
>Her eyes have stopped tearing up and her voice is coming back together.
“It’s just too awkward to talk about this when I’m going to see you in class the next day. Okay? It’s too awkward!”
>”We’re already talking about it now, aren’t we? I’m not going to hold it against you or anything! I just want to know if you really want to do this so I don’t feel like shit about everything.” Sweet raises her tone a little bit. “Don’t answer me as my teacher. Answer me as a guy I know. It’s not that hard!”
>You pause, stuttering silently until you force an answer out.
“I just… I can’t make a good judgement on that because I’ve never thought about it.” You try to keep yourself from thinking about it. “I don’t know, okay? Please… just don’t do the thing with going into Principal Cinch’s office tomorrow. It’s not right, that’s what it all boils down to.”
>…
“Promise me you won’t do that! I’ll even curve your grade if that’s what it takes.”
>She knows that she hardly has one turn to talk left before you both say your obligatory “okay”’s and go on your way.

>>27907640
>”Mr. Mous. I hope you don’t let this get to you very much when we see eachother again. But… I think you’re so fucking cute. Like, really cute. And I’m interested in you and it’s just… I can’t control myself sometimes, okay?” She’s not having any trouble getting this out.
“Well, I’m a teacher. And you’re a student.” You repeat your same old argument.
>”I can’t help it. I’m sorry.” Her voice cracks back up. “I’m so sorry I put you through that…”
“But you promise not to drag it out anymore, right?”
>”Y-yes, but…” She clears her throat. “Can you just hear me out for like two seconds?”
“Fine.”
>”I just want to see where this goes. And I thought Zesty was going to get you before I had a chance. And I… I thought I had to move quick and seal the deal.”
“That’s… not how this works. That’s not how any of this works.”
>”I g-guess… but… I still really, really wanna see where it goes. So…”
“I’m sorry, but this is too-”
>”I’m going to come back here tomorrow. Same time.” Sweet declares. “So you can think about it so you figure out that thing you don’t know. And if it’s okay with this… I guess just meet me here?”
“That’s…” You trail off. “This whole this is just… bananas…”
>”I know. I’m sorry.” She stands up all of a sudden and walks forward. “Just come back to here same time tomorrow if you want to. If not, then whatever. Fuck it.”
“Miss Sweet!” You don’t get an answer out of her.
>She just keeps walking away.
>You pick up the vibe and head back to your car. As you get behind the wheel and take off, there’s only one fact on your mind that you slightly evaded before.
>You’re 24.

>>27907644
You sure have one hell of a drive dude

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I don't want to sound like a dick, but deleting NaOH's pastebin we kinda killed ourselves.

GG, my beloved thread, stay idiotic
never change

>>27906650
Nice. More?

>>27907644
Continue glorious green

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>>27907644
That's some good green ya got there, son.

>>27913120
Oshit, he`s here

>>27909373
Naoh's bin was deleted? Anyone know why?

>>27907644
With the Time after Time thread gone, what's the plan?

>>27909373
http://pastebin.com/Z46PNg8S

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>>27913663

>>27878387
>Your childhood friend Applejack invited you to a campsite where she and her friends are staying for a few days.
>You are talking to her a lot more since your family moved back to Canterlot.
>It's been awhile since you seen her and you are excited to catch up with AJ and meet the friends she talks about all the time.
>When you get there you meet her friends and you are happy that that she found great people.
>You wish you could say the same.
>After exploring the woods all day, the group decides to set up their tents.
>Your tent is full of holes it is old but still usable.
>"There is no way Ah am allowing you to stay in that tent sugarcube."
"It's fine I'll survive."
>"Ah'm not going let you catch a death over in a old tent end of discussion."
"Well Jackie, where am I going to sleep?"
>"In mine."
>You grab your stuff and go into her tent.
>It can barely fit both of you but it's better than nothing.
>You and Applejack have small talk and she talks about the crazy things that happened at CHS during her Junior year.
>Then she hits you with a bombshell of a question.
>"Do ya like me Sugarcube?"
"Of course I do Jackie, you're my best friend."
>"Not like that ya knucklehead and you know it."
"Yes I do. I wanted to tell you before I left but I was too afraid that it might of ruined our friendship."
>AJ suddenly got close to you and pressed her lips against yours.
>"I felt the same way Sugar."
>She suddenly gets up and you see her panties fall down.
>You feel heat swell up in your groin as AJ pushes up her shirt and unstraps her bra and put it next to her panties.
>You are in full mast as you see Applejack's ample breast with her shirt wrinkled above and see her dripping honeypot below her skirt being hugged by her healthy hips.
>"Like what ya see?"
"B-But what about your friends Jackie?"
>"At this point Ah don't care."
>AJ lies down near your lap and lowers your pants and boxers.
>Your member slaps her abdomen.
>"Boy howdy someone is a bit excited"

>>27914030
>Applejack straddles your hips and grabs your member pushing the head against her entrance.
>"Ready to give this cowgirl a wild ride?"
>She slams her hips against yours.
>Meanwhile in two tents ahead.
>Rainbow Dash is holding a microphone to the south with a pair of earpieces
>"Woah, this is getting juicy"
>"Come on Dashie gimme it I want to listen."
>"Pinkie you don't need a mic for what's coming next."

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>>27914046
nice.

>>27914191
What did you think of it? It was my first green. Any thing I should fix?

>>27914253
Keep going.

>>27914282
That was actually the end of it.
I wanted to make a story about that gif.

>>27914295
You did good for a short, but am about to pass out.

>>27914030
>>27914046
this is the literal definition of shit

>>27916094
>>27907644
>>27907665
>At home, you’re sitting on your couch once more, contemplating life and trying to decide what you want to do about this.
>That whole conversation you had with Sour Sweet got you thinking about al lot of things. And you honestly have to admit that there are a few things you didn’t remember to look over in all of this. And your point of view is starting to shift.
>And that scares you.
>You don’t want to do anything other than teach history to your students and enjoy doing the things you’ve loved doing from the start of this entire career.
>Had you lacked a soft side, you would have dropped the case, but there are two things that keep you from doing so. First off, you know for a fact that sour Sweet can change her mind about things REALLY quickly. If there’s anything you’ve learned about that girl is that she’s unstable as fuck.
>But the other reason… one that you’re both surprised and disgusted at yourself that you have, is that you’re not entirely opposed to becoming… that kind of closer to the girl.
>It makes you shiver every time you think about it, and you’re not even sure what it is you’re shivering form. It feels so wrong, yet appealing. Which gives it a dangerous vibe in your mind.
>She brought up a few really good points, and you wish she hadn’t.
>And now, you need to decide which one is more important: the side of you that wants to keep things safe the way they are, or the side of you that years for a different kind of adventure.
>You remember Zest.
>The thing you and her have going on is already perfect as it is. And it’s also unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before, that can pretty much be sorted out right now.
>Why would you want to ruin it just because you’re starting to feel sympathy for a girl who may or may not have a chokehold on your career or reputation? You’re Anon Y. Mous, god damn it. Some mentally unstable high schooler should not hold the strings to what you do and don’t do.

>>27916101
>But then your mind goes back to the desire.
>You’re 24, and she’s 18. There’s nothing too too bad about this possibility. And she’s clearly displayed that she wants it.
>Maybe it would be smart to reconsider your actions and give this a try. At least for one time. Though, you’d have to make sure that it happens outside of Crystal Prep’s jurisdiction so she can’t snap, turn around and try to throw you under the bus with the whole thing walking into Cinch’s office one day.
>That’s the last thing you want happening; your job is everything to you.
>It’s not entirely clear to you why you do this, but you go upstairs to your personal study, turn on the computer, open YouTube and start listening to music.
>You listen to the songs that Zest had been listening to during the study sessions. Final Countdown, Livin on a Prayer, Straight up, Toy Soldiers, etc. And the music, now flowing directly into your ears, strikes some form of fortitude into you.
>In past years, you had heard people say that music is special in a way where it gives people motivation and drive to do things. You were never too sure about this sort of thing until you started to listen to music alone right now.
>It’s just the sounds, the rhythms and everything that comes with it. It… speaks to you. Something to take you away from the dull, quiet world that is filled with people who would take advantage of you the first change they get. It takes you away from that lazy, backwards school system that has had you feeling at the end of your rope with your patience.
>No wonder the girl has her headphones on all the time. They’re the only thing that give her access to a world she wants to listen to, and not the one she has to listen to.
>It’s the element of enjoyment… that element that has lingered in your mind ever since you started wanting to become a history teacher.
>The same thing made Lemon Zest power through her note taking, and it’s the same thing that makes you power through your situation now.

>>27916108
>You send an email to Lemon Zest stating that there’s a quiz coming up soon, and that you hope she’s going to do just as well on it as the last time.
>End your day with a large dinner… microwaved. You’re honestly not the cook of the year, but that’s besides the point. You’re not going to have any of this unnecessary bullshit anymore. Things were going just fine until Sour Sweet showed up.
>Cinch stopped riding your ass about everything, Zest got her headphones back, and it should have all ended right then and there. You can’t let her get into your mind with what goes on in her crazy little head.
>The girl is not messing this up for you.
>You fall asleep with an internal smile remaining within you.
~
>”You what?” Indigo Zap drills her friend Sour Sweet from the other side of the room.
>The salmon-haired girl looks down at her sleeping bag with a forlorn frown. “It’s just that… I was right there. I could have gotten into his pants right there.”
>”Well why the fuck did you pussy out?” Indigo spreads her arms out and raises her shoulders. “Like… what could have possibly went wrong? You were RIGHT THERE!”
>”He just looked so… helpless…”
>Indigo Zap groans in disdain.
>She falls back onto the bed and lets her head hit against the wall behind her, not even acknowledging the pain form the impact. “What the hell is up with you, Sweet? Did you really have to soften up at the literal… Mos. Inconvenient. Time?”
>”You know how I am, Indie!”
>”But you let him get away! You were supposed to snatch her away from Zesty so we could have him! I even skipped track practice for this! What the hell?” Indigo Zap’s cheeks flush with aggravation.
>Sour Sweet hides her head in her pillow and screams quietly.
>”He would have been right here with us right now if you didn’t chicken out, Sweet.” Indigo continues with an increasingly annoyed tone. “And you’re mouth would be blabbing about how much you suddenly care about him because his cock would be there instead!”
>”Shut up!”

>>27916117
>”Well this is what we’re stuck with! We’re not getting a piece of him right now and it’s all your fault!”
>”It’s not like I didn’t want to get a piece of him.” Sour Sweet feels a know in her throat, frowning even more sharply. “I just can’t help myself this time.”
>Indigo Zap facepalms. “Ugh. Whatever, just… it was an…” she grits her teeth as she forces the words out. “Honest… mistake…” She clenches her fish with a ball of cloth from her blanket in her fingers.
>Sour Sweet stares down at the floor, rubbing her hand across the carpet in her room. “I wish I could at least control how I feel sometimes.”
>”I said whatever! Just forget about it!” indigo repeats. “Just… forget about it.”
>She stares up at the ceiling, thinking about that hot young teacher she wanted inside of her at this exact moment on this very night. She thinks about how she made the mistake of trying to let someone else do the lesser dirty work for her instead of just handling it herself.
>Sour Sweet huffs again in acceptance of her failure.
>”Welp, guess it’s my turn now.” Announces the blue haired girl.
>”I fucking guess.” Sweet stands up and then silently storms out of the room.
>Indigo Zap can hear the girl cursing to herself in the bathroom. She lies on her side of the bed and thinks about what Mr. Mous might be doing right now. as in, at this very moment. What if he’s masturbating to the thought of her and her friends because of the advances?
>Could this have been made easier for Indigo to swoop in and take what she wants.
>The girls wants nothing more than to pick up where Sweet left off and to succeed where she failed.
~
>You get up a little bit earlier the next morning, taking a quick shower and eating a well balanced breakfast to keep yourself extra focused throughout the day.
>Drive to work with the sun rising beside your car, windows open and morning wind blowing through your hair.

>>27916121
>Make it to the school and head over to your classroom. There, you organize the notes that will be given today, and you get ready for whenever Cinch arrives at the school.
>Today would have been a better day for her to call you on your cell phone at five thirty in the morning.
>The light in the office lets you know that she’s there. You approach the office with nothing in your hands, ready to simple talk your way through this. You’re going to tell the Principal about what Sour Sweet said she was going to try to do with you, and what she was going to say to her once she felt up to it and stepped into the office.
>”Mr. Mous?” Cinch’s voice calls to you before you even appear in the doorway.
>You’d normally be a little uncomfortable with this, but it only puts you a little bit closer to talking with the principal and nipping this thing in the bud before Sour Sweet even has the slightest chance to turn it around on you.
“Principal Cinch?” You prepare yourself.
>”No need to worry, I already saw you coming over here.”
>You walk up to her desk.
“Oh. Heh, I didn’t know you could see what the cameras saw from your desk.”
>”It’s important to monitor all activity that goes on in the public areas of the school Just in case there are any cheaters. Or people who like… conference rooms a little too much.” She hints with a smug grin only appearing in her eyes.
>You pause.
“Wh-what?”
>”Before you say anything else, I should let you know that I have taken the liberty of reviewing the tapes of the security footage from yesterday, as I do every morning to see who I need to punish each day.”
“Um… okay.” You go along with it, already feeling more and more confident about where this encounter is going.
>”Follow me, Mr. Mous.” She stands up from her desk and beckons for you to come with her to the back room.
>A few steps alter and you find yourself in a small room filled with TV monitors containing multiple different shots of the school hallways… and classrooms.

>>27916128
>You’re not sure which happens first… the widening of your eyes or the smile the grows on your face.
>”This certainly is reassuring, isn’t it, Mr. Mous?” Cinch turns to you. “But before we continue, there is something you need to know.”
>You eagerly nod.
>”I saw you hiding the fact that you kept giving the headphones back to Miss Zest.” She steps closer to you. “And I know you’ve been trying to keep it happening behind my back.”
>The good feeling you has dwindles for a second, but fights to stay alive in hopes of hearing something a little bit better.
>”I knew your drawer was capable of being unlocked the entire time, and that you hid the keys behind the waste basket and thought there was no way of me seeing.”
“I… didn’t know you put cameras in the classrooms too.”
>”I like to keep that a secret from the students, so they fall under the impression that the classrooms are places where they can do the things they don’t know I see. Like cheating on tests and so on.” Her glare becomes more sinister. “And might I let you know right now that revealing any information about the secret cameras in the classroom would constitute for an automatic loss of one’s job if the situation came to it.”
>You nod not as eagerly this time, rolling along with what Cinch is reciting to you.
>”But… I feel as thought it’s also fair that I let you know that instead of addressing your evasive actions right away, I decided to prepare ahead of time. That’s where the next thing I’m going to explain comes in.
>Stare at the lady apologetically, looking away towards the floor once you realize that the raise of her eyebrow is not going to show any sympathy for you.
>”I was going to implement maximum legal punishment on you for disloyalty towards the school board’s code of conduct. I had been intensively reading up on everything I possibly could have, until I cam across a few things that wouldn’t have exactly supported my case.”
>You listen, waiting for your superior to continue.

>>27916133
>”As it turns out, faculty and staff are not allowed to withhold a student’s possessions for a sustained period of time. And my constant pushing for doing so would have been a good argument for your side of the deal had you decided to read up on the same rules I had. So my hands were tied.”
>This is giving you mixed feelings.
“So… what does this mean?”
>”Were you not paying attention?”
“Uhhh…”
>”I was about to use your attempts to save Zest’s possession of her headphones against you, but it turns out that I cannot do such a thing. Furthermore, I would like to apologize for plotting such a thing.” Cinch says something you thought would never escape her mouth. “Had it been something that coincided with the rules a little bit more, well, you wouldn’t had been so lucky. Consider this a privilege, Mr. Mous.”
>Just nod again, since your mind can’t really think fo anything else.
>”However… I have noticed something else the day before yesterday.” Cinch brings up, walking over to one of the monitors and pressing a button.
>What the screen shows rewinds to what you can assume is a few hours before. Cinch stops it at a certain point and gestures for you to watch the screen. From there, you can make out two familiar people standing in YOUR classroom.
>It’s you and Sour Sweet, and judging by the fact that she’s cornering you at your desk, you can tell exactly when this happened.
>”Miss Sweet emailed me a couple of hours ago stating that you did something inappropriate with her in your classroom, and that the only way to prove it was through the fact that she still had her clothes messed up while she was walking out of your room.”
>You blink several times, almost as though you hadn’t believed it until now. The girl actually went through with it anyway! You knew you couldn’t trust her to make up her mind with a set decision.

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>>27916142
>The footage shows Sweet messing up her shirt and hair before leaving the room, and not doing with you any of the things she apparently told Cinch in the alleged email. You begin to smile again.
“So what do we do about this?” You’re starting to become a little bit more smug.
>Cinch sits down in her chair, for the sole purpose of swiveling herself around to face you. You’re pretty sure that the dramatic effect is the only reason why she did that. “I have… a plan, Mr. Mous.”
“Oh?”
>”You should consider yourself lucky to be my ally. Same for Miss Zest.” She brings up. “When I see this level of… academic dishonestly on tape, I tend to play with my prey before killing it.” Cinch herself begins to smile.
>A rush of excitement enters you.
>”Could you tell Miss Zest that I’m going to be checking up on the two of you today after school during your session?”
>Sharply nod.
>”Excellent. Dismissed.”
>Without another word, you exit the room, remembering what Cinch told you about not uttering a peep about the secret cameras in the classrooms. You’d rather not do so anyway, not with what you think Cinch is about to do.

That's it for now. Gonna make a new Time After Time thread too pretty soon.

>>27915143
How can I fix it? I want to be a better writer.

>>27916301
>>27916307
>>27915143
>Look at how contrary I am. Please give me attention.

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>>27914046
I like it.

Not enough fingerbang stories featuring Applejack

I'd say don't rush it too fast. Maybe characterize anon and applejack s childhood a little more, although I do like occasional shameless lewd

>>27917076
I just saw the gif and I wanted to write a short story about it.

>>27916165
Aw shit this is getting good.

>>27916165
As much of a sociopathic bitch Cinch is, she is going to make this feel SOOOO good.

>>27916165
This is taking a based turn
I can't believe you're still managing to go this strong after all this time.

>>27920599
Dudes a Savant for a reason.

There haven't been that many summer stories, have there?

>>27923151
no not many.

>>27923151
>>27923633

I've been kicking around a few ideas, but it's hard to get into the vibe when it's Winter in Kangarooland.

>>27924951
Does winter even do anything there?>>27925402
Ah, that explains it.
>>27925298
Can someone tell those fucking idiots to get back her and stop roleplaying?

>>27925780
Here*
E doesn't work sometimes.

Missed the last I don't know how many threads, but is FriENDship done?
Just got around to catching up in the paste, did Green get tired of it and basically say "Napalm falls, everyone dies. The End"?

>>27926616
Yep.

>>27926668
Well, fuck.

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>>27926616
>>27926668
>>27926692
I'm considering starting it up again once some art related stuff is out of the way. Not enough time today, though. For the zombie story or the one where Anon's a teacher. But that won't stop me from getting something out to you guys before it strikes midnight.
>>27926038
>>27926115
Funnily enough, I did write the entire ending to that thing. That's where the story got REALLY autistic.
>>27923151
I can write a quick one right now, since I'm too busy trying to draw something and find a way to scan and fax it before tomorrow.
I'll start off with a summer related premise and you guys throw in suggestions of how you want it to turn out. The best option will become the outcome for the story.

>>27904648
Loosely basing it off of this image.

>>27926692
The ending was rushed, because the writefag didn't want to do it any longer. It is a sad thing but he moved on to a new story.

>>27926709
>"Come on, Anon! You gotta find something fun around here!" Pinkie Pie gestures to every resort activity scattered across the perimeter of the lake.
>Huff and cross your arms, looking down at the dirt below.
"I told you... I don't wanna do anything. Okay?" You try to look away from the girl so your eyes aren’t drawn to her nipples poking through her thin T-shirt.
>"But that's the whole point of summer camp!" Pinkie tells you. "It's to have fun with your friends."
>You look over to the other side of the lake where Applejack and Rainbow Dash compete against eachother in a volleyball match.
>Their competitive laughter in relation to your silence somewhat makes you upset.
>"What do you like to do for fun, Anon?"
>Look back in the direction of your cabin, wanting to stand up and walk back over to there without another word.
>Why did you even come here? You just want to play video games all night until the sun comes up.
>"Do you... like staying inside?" Pinkie gives you a confused look. "At summer camp?"
"Well... yeah. I'm not the outdoors-y type." You honestly answer.
>Pinkie looks at you with a blank face. "Well... what do you do indoors that's fun?" She looks at the same cabin you're looking at.
>You get ready to stand up.
>"No, really. I'd love to help you have fun hereat camp." The girl looks at all of her friends.
>She thinks back to earlier in the day when no one could think of anything to do. And when she had sent them on treasure hunts and hiking races to keep them occupied while she rearranged a lot of the things in camp.
>You remember watching the girl setting up the party decorations. She was... so quick and professional.

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>>27926616
Basically?
Rumors abound that he might 'It was all a dream!' that part and continue it at some point, though
He never actually says they die, anyway
And yes, most of these abounding rumors stem from me.
Fucking Anon, mucking around again
>>27926709
Oh, well, I guess, uh... Straight from the horses mouth, then >.>

>>27926780
Yea. Great seeing you again, by the way.
>>27926777
>All of those activities that she and her friends did. Applejack and Rainbow Dash starting up their still everlasting challenge to see who can win the most volleyball games. Fluttershy feeding all of the forest animals from the spare food that Pinkie Pie spilled right outside the camp. Twilight and Sunset staying on the treasure hunt to find an ancient book of spells.
>You don't know where Rarity went, last you saw her she was with the camp counselor.
>”Come ooooooon! What do you like to do for fun?” Pinkie jumps around, giving you another reason to look away lest you a hard on right in front of her.
>Keep looking away, but only find Pinkie jumping back into your line of sight. “Come oooon!” She repeats. “Look at me, Nonny! There’s gotta be something!”
>She looms over you, finally trapping your eyes into a position where they have to look directly at her.
>This is where she can tell right away what kind of thoughts you’re having; your wandering eyes have betrayed you.
“I j-just wanna go inside. Okay?” You’re too embarrassed not to stand up and try to walk away.
>But as you have your back turned, you feel Pinkie’s hand resting on your shoulder, pulling you back towards her direction.
>”But there’s no air conditioning in the cabins, Anon. You should wait until it’s nighttime before going back inside so it’s cooler.”
>Her sudden change of pace in her words shows you just how much she saw your eyes do. It’s too late to turn back.
>You’d rather run from this fate than face it. Turn away again and start walking.
“I’m tired!”
>”Aww, don’t be tired yet! We can do something fun!”
“Nah, I gotta sleep.” You continue in the same direction, awkwardly speeding up.
>But right before you’re out of earshot of Pinkie Pie, you hear her offer something quite unexpected.
>”Hey, Nonny!” She rushes over to catch up to you. “Have you ever had a tickle fight before? Maybe that will cheer you up.”

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>>27926792
This is where you guys decide what grumpy Anon does next. This story's basically a one-shot created for the sole purpose of there being more summer related stories, so don't expect an in-depth plot or anything right off the bat. Let your imaginations run wild. Practically anything counts. Yes, really.

>>27926823
>secret lake
Take pinkie to a secret lake and have an increasingly lewd tickle fight with her in the water

going through the pastebin, some of these entries are over 3 years old...

I'm honestly impressed this survived for so long

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>>27916301
>mfw I wanted to be rude to you because I think I don't like you
>mfw I actually, unironically agree with you message thus I can't be mad at you
Feels... confused, man, but somewhat content
Have a pony

>>27926817
>I actually had a lengthy conversation with NaOH and he told me he left because of disagreements between him and Disco. He told all his fans on the Discord that he was leaving for a while and he would be back later this year.
Pics, or didn't happen.

>NaOH left because he got peeved about disco accidentally deleting his paste on the fingerbang bin.
>accidentally
Accidentally one can impregnate a girl, not delete one's pastebin.

>>27927000
>I'm honestly impressed this survived for so long
>this survived
Pro tip: it didn't. I died long ago with Disco's brain and good humour.

>>27927410
well, if its dead, maybe next thread someone should do a nostalgia thread and repost stuff from the golden days.

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>All this petty shitposting over stupid shit.

>>27929096
>The discord chat has devolved into a pit of bots, traps in the porn chat, roleplaying + shitposting when others are trying to talk, and other foul shit
I said from day one the chat was a mistake, but nobody wanted to listen to me.

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>>27929457
Aye, and here is you fucking called it award.
No one but the writefags wanted it, and its clear they cant be trusted with it if everyone can join in on the bullshit.

>>27926905
Seconding

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>>27927747
That's actually a good idea.

>>27931670
>meme generator
>nothing to go against the facts

>>27927747
>>27931672
>missing the good days
Keep on worshipping those fags and their shit. It still won't bring them back.

>>27929311
One step ahead of ya. Been wondering since yesterday if you guys would be okay with me posting the whole story.
http://pastebin.com/Q3zrUUw1
Here's the whole story I had put up on pastebin last Wednesday. I'd tell you which parts I wrote, but I'm gonna be lazy and let Nameless King !!R5R8IZv17+h show you guys for me since he's most likely going to post more super duper secret logs from the anon chat lmao.
>>27931652
I'm actually the only one in the entire chat who archives this type of stuff, by the way. With the exception of you this one time, apparently.
>>27931587
>>27926905
>She’s already pulling you by the arm by the time you think to answer.
“What do you mean?”
>”Oh hush. We’re just going for a little stroll, that’s all.” She cheerfully pulls you down a path along the outskirts of the camp.
>You walk with her, trying not to be any more rude than you already are.
“Where are we going?”
>”Somewhere where you haven’t been yet, of course! We don’t have to be in the camp to have fun with things. Look at Twilight and Sunset. They just texted me that they found a huuuuuge mountain where their map led them.”
“Is that what they’re doing? Following a map?”
>”Adventure is fun, Anon!”
>Pinkie leads you past a few clusters on trees into a large grassy clearing. The sounds from the nearby camp grow quieter the further away from it you walk with the bubbly pink haired girl.
>She literally won’t let you go during the entire walk to… wherever she wants to take you. You two cross a stream and head over a couple of hills, soon reaching somewhere where you hear rushing water in the distance.
>Approach it, and you discover that you’re at a fairly large sized lake beside a cliff where a couple of streams pour into it through tall waterfalls.
“Where are we?”
>”Shh…” Pinkie pulls you in the direction of the side of the water. “It’s okay, you can have the fun you want to have now.”
“What do you mean?”

>>27932256
>The girl stops right in front of the water, and sits down right next to where you stand with her. She tells you to sit down as well, still holding on to your arm.
>She practically pulls you towards the ground.
>”Hey… listen…” Pinkie pulls you closer to herself. “It’s okay if you don’t want to do any of the things in camp. You and I can have fun outside of camp like Twilight and Sunset are.”
“But I wanted to go inside. Can we please go back now?” You’re not so sure about saying this after hearing the word about the apparent tickle fight.
>”It’s too hot to go inside. And besides, it’s really nice out here! I just want you to have the best time you can possibly have here!” Pinkie tells you, pulling you even closer to the point where you’re leaning on each other.
“But what can I even do here?”
>”Didn’t you hear me before, silly? We can have a tickle fight!”
“But… isn’t that something little kids do? Like… we’re not little kids. We’re like, 19!”
>She starts to lightly jab her fingers into your sides, forcing you to jolt up. “You’re never too old to have a tickle fight, Nonny!”
“What the…” Your brain can’t figure out a way how to remember the way back from here. “Pinkie, what’s up with you.”
>”Come on, sit back down! It’s just a tickle fight!” She somehow managed to grab onto your hand as you were standing. “It’s fun!”
“But I…”
>”Just one? Please? I just want you to do one fun thing with me before we go back, promise.”
>You look in the direction you were about to walk. Starting from just beyond those trees, you would have no idea which direction to turn in to avoid getting lost.
“Uhh…”
>”Just sit down, silly. It’s just a tickle fight. It ain’t gonna hurt or anything. I don’t bite It’s not gonna-”
“Okay… okay…” You force yourself to chuckle.
>Pinkie’s hands jab you once again, somehow managing to make you uncontrollably jolt away again. “Heh, you’re a jumpy one!”

>>27932262
“Why are you doing this?” You can’t break free anymore with Pinkie’s arms suddenly wrapping around you.
>”Nonny, I know what kind of fun you like. It’s okay!” she presses herself into so her tits mash against your arm.
“Wh… wha?” You’re undeniably awkward now.
>”I saw you looking at me, but it’s okay. Lots of guys like to have that kind of fun, there’s nothing unusual about it.”
>You fold your arms as she continues to tickle you with worryingly eager fingers. She keeps going, laughing a bit and telling you to do it back.
“This is… really weird.” You can’t think of anything else to say.
>”Don’t be scared, just tickle me back.”
“But you still didn’t…” You get your mind back on track. “Why are you doing this?”
>”Everyone having fun while we’re here is my top priority.” She answers you. “So we’re doing something that we both like. I like tickle fights, and you like fooling around with girls. It’s perfect!”
>It’s like she didn’t even want to wait to “solve” you not having fun like everybody else.
“But… this is so sudden!”
>”Nah, not really.” She wraps her arms around you. “I mean, you were kind of looking at me a lot today. I even noticed it a couple of hours ago.”
“You… what?”
>”Daw, it’s okay! I don’t mind it as long as you’re honest about it.”
>She slips her hands under your shirt.
“Whoa, what the fu-” You try to sound annoyed to convince yourself that you’re not getting aroused by this.
>”It’s a tickle fight! Come on, do it back!”
>You blush heavily from Pinkie suggesting that you do the same to her. You’ve never really had the idea in your head before about a girl actually offering to let you do this type of stuff to you.
>”Aren’t ya gonna try, Anon? I’m winning!” Pinkie swivels her fingers across your bare skin now.
“Agh!” You start to play along, crossing your legs so your boner is less awkwardly visible. “You know what? You asked for it.”

>>27932267
>Grab the sides of Pinkie’s body and start tickling the girl. She automatically lets out a loud laugh that damn near takes out your hearing.
>”See?” Pinkie’s giggling voice goes back to a human-level volume. “Now you’re getting it.”
>She intensifies her attack, striking your shoulder blades with something that makes you jerk back and push your chest forward. You can’t help but laugh, encouraging Pinkie that she’s really getting to you now.
>She grins widely with a grin that says ‘I told you so’ with those sudden bedroom eyes.
“Pinkie…” You interject her next attack.
>”Gotcha!” She goes for your thigh, taking you be surprise. Her hand enthusiastically squeezes you and sends involuntary spasms through your leg.
>You should have known that Pinkie Pie would be good at tickling people.
“Y-you sure this is what you-”
>”Oh hush! You should know I love tickle fights. And you should know I love making you smile no mater what.” Pinkie reassures you. “This is no problem for me, promise! As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.”
“…”
>”You don’t have to thank me.” She reaches under your arms, and gives a few soft jabs that force you to let out a stifled giggle. “You having fun is enough for me.”
>She hugs you with her arms still under your shirt and pulls you closer. Surprisingly enough, you let out another more awkward laugh before the turn back into giggles from Pinkie’s hands making you twist and turn right up against her.
>Is this some sort of fetish for her? To make someone else laugh and have fun whether they agreed to or not?
>She’s getting even more determined and ticking you everywhere on your torso to force you to smile. And… she’s really succeeding. The pleased look on her face as you feel the corners of your mouth turn up actually makes you start to shake.
>You become jumpy and aroused enough to start getting more brave and reach for her chest. Your arms are still free, and you begin to knead around on her body through her shirt.

>>27932273
>Pinkie yelps happily and pushes further up against you, almost making you fall over from the sudden force. She then pulls you towards her and falls over on her own not-so-accidentally, taking you with her.
>You land on top of the girl, soon losing all grip on caution and gaining all grip on her bulging breasts. The slight creases of a swimsuit can be felt under your fingers as you move them around Pinkie’s body. She twitches as you do this, starting to blush half as heavily as you are.
>The girl starts hollering. “Anon! You gotta go all in there, silly!” She pulls her hands out of your shirt and grabs onto your wrists. “You know you want to.”
>She directs your hands under the bottom rim of her tight T-shirt, soon getting your fingers to slip under. You laugh along with her, now nowhere else other than in the mood.
>Pinkie Pie twists under you as your grab-happy hands work their way up the soft skin on her torso. The flesh gives way under your fingers as you press harder into her sides, half sliding your hands in a way where you’re just feeling her skin.
>You double over to your side with Pinkie returning fire onto you to one up everything you’re doing. The grass below brushes against your face while you feel the girl climb on top of you and push you onto your back.
>When the grass is out of your eyes, Pinkie rests on top of you. But that doesn’t stop your hands from snaking their way up far enough to feel the strap of her swimsuit under her shirt.
>”No… keep going.” She tells you after you pause a moment to feel around.
>The girl scrunches your shirt all the way up to your shoulders and starts strategically poking your body to the point where you’re afraid of where her fingers might go each time they touch down.
>She pins you to the ground using your hold on her and makes you start to squeal in a high pitched voice. You shut your mouth in a slight rush of embarrassment, hoping that the girl didn’t hear your voice go that high.

>>27932276
>All she does is continue to tickle your sides and bring out the squeals once again on purpose this time. She… wants to hear you do this.
>You’re feeling just as uncomfortable as you are thirsty for more when your hands grapple onto Pinkie’s tits with only the thin bikini top separating your palms from her nipples.
>Get even more eager and push her to the same side as before, soon ending up reclaiming your position of being on top. Pinkie laughs encouragingly, squeaking when you flip her shirt up and fold it upwards until her entire torso is discovered.
>Repeat the same jobs at her sides as were inflicted on you, now becoming determined to win this… if you both weren’t going to win in the end anyway.
>Lock Pinkie’s legs between your thighs and shins, and start to squeeze your hands onto her hips. This makes the girl cry out again, just as loud as the first time you made her laugh.
>You feel her form moving around under your excited hands, following her swinging hips as she lies on the grass with her hands reaching back up to tickle you back. Watch her breasts sway as she moves around. The light blue bikini top desperately tries to hold them still and under its skimpy little shape.
>Take your hands and squeeze onto those tits with wiggling fingers, making Pinkie’s breathing escalate to a higher intensity.
>Get ready to pull that bikini top away, but your view is suddenly blocked out by your shirt being lifted over your face.
>Pinkie pulls you to the side again, in the same direction as before. She lifts one of her legs up to throw you off balance, and this eventually works after a couple of seconds of your confusion.You land on the sandy ground with a surprising splash.
>You didn’t know how close you were to the water until now.
>Pull your shirt all the way off and throw it back onto the dry land. You would have continued what you were doing to Pinkie had the girl not been on top now.

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>>27932281
>She lets go of you for a brief moment and pulls her own shirt all the way off of her body.
>You strike while her hands are occupied, assaulting Pinkie right in the belly with your fingers and tickle her as much as you can before she counterattacks.
>She does so almost immediately, making you flail your arms around in reflex as she strikes under your arms once more. This girl knows exactly what makes someone start squirming around, and she uses it wherever you can’t block her.
>This is starting to seem “un-winnable” to you, especially when you’re subject to the full extent of the girl’s efforts to keep you cackling and pulling your arms away to block her own hands from making contact with the sides of your body.
>The struggle turns one sided as Pinkie traps you in a tight hold with her legs and shows no letting up. The tingles overcome you and make you tense up far too much to think straight.
>But she lets up, and lovingly puts her arms around you to pul you up close enough to eye level.
>”Told ya.” She listens to your mix between labored panting and giggling.
>The girl undoes the front of her denim shorts and unveils the bottom half of her bikini underneath. That top half hugging her heaving breasts is more than ready to fall off and away from the nipples trying to poke through.
>”You wanna swim for a bit?” She suggestively asks you as the shorts are pulled down past her thighs. “Maybe you’re better at ticking under water.”
>The girl even prowls forward on top of your a little bit until that blue fabric on the bottom is being pushed into by the solid bulge in your pants.
>Oh yes, she’s doing this on purpose.

Sexy times in the water coming up. I'll also resume Listen and possibly FriENDship after I'm done with my god damn midterm due today.

I love the mods.

page 9 bump

>>27933436
for not deleting the thread

>>27932288
Bump for pinkie fun times

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Can anyone tell me what happened to the story about anon being in love with Sunset but is best buds with Dash. He took photo's of girls underwear and was from Detroit. Old pastebin was here but now its gone?- http://pastebin.com/SNy2W3Cm

>>27935278
Drama shit happened, now move along and find some new green to obsess over.

>>27935307
Damn, I liked that green.

what kind of drama?

>>27935278
Read >>27913755

>>27935307
Go fuck yourself

>>27934484
Yeah.

>>27935322
Like I said, find some new green, you'll be surprised to what's out there.

The wetback and Disco had a falling out over an error in the pastebin, then it lead to the wetback going into hiding. Really, that's it in a summarized version.

>>27935342
>butthurt
No.

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>>27935342
Thanks mate

>>27935361
This tells me nothing since I know nothing about the anons who write this shit.

Hard to find good Canterlot based green, let alone RD green nowadays.

>>27935416
NaOH's taking a small vacation break. Work is pretty stressful and time-consuming according to him.

>>27935416
That's where you need to look around. Looking into one place certainly won't help you in any way whatsoever.

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>>27892777
>She glares at you for some time before walking off.
“I was just waving to her.”
>You catch up and walk with her.
>Fluttershy stays silent until she snaps.
>”Why did you!?”
“It was a wave! What’s rattling your cage?”
>”It’s Twilight.”
“You keep on saying it’s her but what’s so bad about it?”
>She stops.
>”I’ve told you everything that’s wrong about her, do I need to say it again?”
“Sort of, you know how stupid I am already.”
>’Argh, I hate repeating over the same stuff. I’m just ready to put up with my brother’s shit now.”
“Wait, you have a brother?”
>”Yes!”
“How come you’ve never mentioned him, like at all?”
>You cross the street and follow Fluttershy.
>”He’s been staying over ever since he dropped out of college. He just watches TV and leaves his junk all over the place.”
>She sits by the curb and rests her head in her hands.
“Need some help?”
>Fluttershy drops her hands and raises her head.
>”There’s no reasoning with him, Anon. We’ve talked to him for days and tried to subtly nudge him up.”
“Thank goodness subtly and talking isn’t my strongest suit.”
>She sighs. “Please, for the sake of my parents, don’t hurt him.”
“Not unless it’s necessary, right?”
>”This is a bad idea.”
“When have I ever let you down?”
>Fluttershy ignores you, and continues to walk away.
>You follow her, leading up to her house a few streets over.

>There is a women of age that is no question her mother just by the looks of her early 40’s that is pulling out weeds in her garden.
>She stops when Fluttershy pulls out her keys that is clumped up with plastic animals dangling on the ring.
>”Fluttershy!” She joyfully says when standing up, brushing off the dirt on her jeans.
>”Darnit,” Fluttershy grumbles as she is still looking for the right key. “Hey mom.”

>>27935460
Thats good to know. He/She's got a fan waiting if they decide to return.

>>27935461
I've been looking, it's more waiting for new ones to be made.

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>>27935464
>”My, my. Aren’t you going to introduce me to your handsome friend?”
>You almost want to blush by her comment.
>”This is Anon, and he’s here to help us with our problem.”
>”Really? I do wish you the best of luck. We’ve been trying to help him up and he’s doing nothing about it. We give him options, but he just shoves it off and continues watching those foreign cartoons with subtitles on.”
>Fluttershy grabs the right key and unlocks the door.
>”Your father is still out for another hour, so you might want to hurry. Sorry Anon, but my husband acts up when there is a guy right beside Fluttershy.”
“Understood, I won’t be here for long.”
>She nods and goes back to her garden.
“How should we do this?”
>”I don’t know yet. We’ll have to improvise.”
>She turns the key and opens the door.
>What awaits you and Fluttershy is a dark living room with the only light emitting is from the TV.
>You and Fluttershy follow the light to see a guy with messy hair and stubble, wearing shorts and a single stripe on his T-shirt.
>He lays on the couch, still focused on the television.
>”Hey sis.”
>”Come on, Zephyr, we need to talk.”
>”Can we do it on the break? I’m in the middle of my show.”
>Fluttershy grabs the remote from the table and turns the TV off.
>”Hey!”
>He pushes the bag of chips aside to stand up.
>From the looks of it, Zephyr is the same height as you.
>Fluttershy waives the remote around before giving it to you.
>”It can’t wait. We need to talk about your living arrangements.”
>”I’m still in a bit of a slump, it will take some time. And who’s this? You know how dad is when you’re around with guys.”
“I’m just a third party trying to help out, that’s all.”
>”That's funny,” He scoffs. “What are you, her boyfriend?”
>As the moment that you were about to deny his implication, Fluttershy steps up.
>”Yes, he is.”

>>27935520
>”Ohh, that explains it all. ‘Third party’ my ass.” He rubs in. “You do know how dad is going to react, right?”
>”I can already imagine it, why else did I keep this a secret?”
“I can only wonder.”
>Fluttershy gives you a brief glare. “Understand that if you don’t try on finding something to do with your life, we’ll do something that you won’t like.”
>”Really? From the looks of things, you don’t have any sort of an advantage.” He taunts.
>”What?”
>”With this, dad will be focused on you like crazy.”
>”So? You should be more afraid of what Anon will do to you, rather than me being afraid of dad.” You can hear her frightened voice at the end of her sentence.
>”As if, what can he do?”
>That tears it.
>You get in front of him and give him a well coordinated headbutt.
>”My nose!” When you look up, you see him holding it. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
”A couch potato that won’t get off his ass and make everyone happy by getting a job or going back to school.”
>He rubs his nose.
>”Argh, fine! I’ll do it.”
>Fluttershy gets in front of him and points a finger on his chest.
>”Mom and I went out to find some applications for you, how could you not send one of them in?!”
>Zephyr looks at a trash can.
>You walk over to find an empty bag of ramen noodles, old photos of himself, and a stack of applications hidden beneath it all.
>”How could you give up that easily!?” She pushes him away.
>”A guy needs to relax! Do you think he wants to keep on studying for the rest of his life?” He moves his hands aside to point at his bleeding nose. “And how am I going to explain this?!”
>”First off, you won’t be in school forever.”
“Second, just say you rolled off the couch and landed on the remote.”
>”My nose better be okay after this!” He whines.
>”It will be fine, if you can get a job.”
>You dig out the applications and hand it over to him.

>>27935383
i thought you already knew not to respond

>>27935801
Clearly you didn't.

>>27935520
>Jonfawkes

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>>27935460
NEVER EVER

Hey, I'm an old writefag.

I noticed that some guys wanted to repost some older stuff. So if you guys want I could dump one of my old stories.

Rarity's Delivery
http://pastebin.com/Lns9Dwb7
Link for Anyone interested.

I rewrote it a bit so its slightly different, in a good way, from the one saved in the giant pastebin

>>27937739
do it m8

>>27941462

>>27942246
Nice low quality bump!

>>27942720
thank you

>>27942720
Nice low quality meme.

I really like Humanized content. Does anyone here know if there are any good threads or generals with Humanized content?

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Why do people like Gauntlet of Fire

>>27943280
Not this one that's for sure

>>27941462
>>27942246
samefag

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>>27916165
>>27919739
>>27920599
>>27918970
>…
>Indigo Zap trots through the hallway with eyes seeking out a certain history teacher. She keeps her books close in steady hands during the course of her hunt.
>She must have walked by the classroom ten times so far today, and it’s not even lunch time yet. And Sour Sweet must have texted her at least twice as many times as that, with increasingly concerned messages regarding Mr. Mous’s whereabouts.
>It turns out that the only way to meet up with the teacher is right before or right after class; after school might be off the table with Lemon Zest always being there to get in the way.
>On the other end of the text messaging, Sour Sweet sits on the same bottom row of bleachers from yesterday with her own phone in hand. She remains at a position behind the small building from the school so the teachers can’t see her.
>Skipping school has some severe punishments of its own.
>But it’s not like Sweet didn’t dodge a bullet with what Principal Cinch is slowly planning for her.
>It isn’t long before History class begins, and Indigo stares you down as you walk back into the room from a quick coffee break in the conference room. She’s never been this early in the classroom before.
>The grin on her face reminds you of a certain Sour Sweet whom turns out to be absent by the time the desks fill up and the class period begins.
>Zest has her headphones on as usual; her presence and Sweet’s absence makes for a good mood bubbling within you.
>You assume that Sour Sweet is in Cinch’s office, most likely being subject to the full blast of the principal’s scolding at this very moment you stand before your class. You smugly grin as the lights are turned off and you switch on the overhead projector.
>The music from Zest’s headphones is just quiet enough to not be distracting.
>Indigo keeps herself focused, thinking about all of the possible ways to get herself into detention after school.

What does she do to get detention?

>>27943894
Cheating when the Teacher isn't looking.

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Make Fingerbang Dead Again!

>>27946544
NO!

>>27946544
Make? Anon this place has been dead for so long it isn't even funny

>>27944781
>>27945685
Again?

Only two more months until we see what Stoker has in store for us.

>>27932288
>Nod your head.
“Let’s go.” You encourage the girl.
>The two of you wade through the ever-deepening water towards the center of the lake. Stop once the water reaches around chest level.
>Pinkie attacks immediately, making you jolt once more and breaking you out of your state of having your guard let down.
>The two of you repetitively and playfully convulsing your hands on each other’s bodies with your fingers. You find yourself heightening your laughter in response to Pinkie Pie wanting to do whatever she can to keep the smile on your face.
>It isn’t hard to notice this after a few increasingly suggestive clashes between the two of you.
>After another minute, Pinkie leads you to the shallow end of the water once more, where it’s easier for you to grab on to her and move your fingers around on the surface of her bare skin enough to force her to squeal and twist herself around.
>She does start to jolt away after a little bit, starting to become out of breath and not strike you as fast enough. Your skyrocketing arousal is only strengthening your drive, slowly earning you a dominant stance over the girl.
>You work your war around her arms and hands and grab on to her body with squirming fingers, making the girl twist around ever more… and pull you closer if she wants to feel more. Cradle her into a bear hug every time she does this, soon getting her to fall with you onto her knees.
>Now you’re holding her close to you as you tickle her; she can’t even turn away from it this time. You subject her to having to accept you slowly working your fingers under the fabric of her ever-loosening bikini.
>She playfully screams a couple of times, then breaks down into sustained fits of laughter as you invade her soft body with adventurous hands.

>>27949689
>Let your erection under your pants spoon Pinkie Pie from behind with your arms wrapping around to the front. Pinkie’s hands can’t keep up with yours, unable to stop you from sliding the tips of your fingers across the surface of her belly.
>Her squeaks become more high pitched as you move your hands from her hips slightly downward and towards the front of her. You feel her involuntarily twist her waist to turn away from your hands on both sides, but you dig under the rim of her bikini anyway.
>You’re convinced that she’s secretly just letting you do this at this point.
>Take your fingers and slide them just below her pelvic region, kneading around on the soft, slippery skin under them. Pinkie Pie loses her mind, instinctively lurching forward away from you with boisterous laughter escaping her lungs.
>She’s really out of breath right now, not even making the slightest attempt to tickle you back. Though, she doesn’t really have to with her mission being accomplished and all.
>The solidness jutting into her lower back proves that you’re enjoying yourself, or rather enjoying her.
>Pinkie can’t get away for a breather for even a second. You’re not exactly in the mood for letting up, ready to excite this girl beyond anything she could have expected for you.
>You reach further again, now feeling your fingers slip past a flap of skin.
>”Anon!” Pinkie can’t help but thrusts her hips forward. “Please… I’m super ticklish there!” The water splashes a lot more with her moving around so much so suddenly.
>Barely listening, you go in again.
>Pinkie Pie raises her bottom up, making the grinding force against the front of your pants ride the back of her bikini down. Something possesses you to take the opportunity to squeeze her asscheeks as they’re slowly revealed.
>She grunts loudly with each loving squeeze from your stern fingers, shivering as the bottom part of her bikini loosens even more and begins to fall away.

>>27949696
>Your fingers are revealed from under the fabric with the softness they clamp onto.
>Glide your hands around her soft hips towards her front again, realizing that the gaps between your fingers keep her bikini in place more than her waist itself.
>Pinkie jolts herself around a little more, a lot more excitedly this time. She’s shaking up a storm right in front of you… right up against you.
>She squeaks with strained laughter more intensively as your hands enter somewhere you certainly know is going to make the girl go crazy. The fit becomes tighter the further you reach.

I remember there being a dazzling related story around here a few threads back, some lewd stuff and talks of if it was consensual.

>>27950075
It may not have been consensual, but there were a lot more anons who liked it than anons who didn't like it.
Sadly the writefag is probably gone.

>>27950283
I agree.

Waiting for Waid to return.

>>27878387
Ponut joe is a pretty decent artist, but those goofy samefaces kinda ruin it a bit.

>>27883959
Is it actually the same guy? Killryde used to have much better and more varied faces.

>>27951262

>>27952032
>>27951262
>>27949591
stop samefagging

>>27952090
Make me.

>>27952032
Nice low quality bump

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Please make us aesthic again.

>>27953575
Make Fingerbang Gay Again!

>>27953838
you fags have your own thread, piss off.

>>27953908
What are you even talking about?

>>27954258
Gay thread is still up I think, its not this thread.

>>27954269
But everyone knows that Flash makes a good cumdumpster.

My god, what have I spawned.

>>27954782
You brought it upon yourself.

>>27954782
Don't you worry, they are doing this to themselves.