Reversed Gender Roles Equestria

>>27915546
Repost is repost.
The king will show you his sign
>>27915543
>>27915444
>Be Princess Cadence, collector of glass ponies.
>You have the world record for them, in fact.
>"Princess cadence, winner of an award."
>You like the sound of that.
>You feel pride well up within you.
>You feel like a mare.
>Today is the day of the big festival where your glass ponies celebrate not being enslaved under Sombra.
>Now they've got you instead.
>Isn't that happy?
>Yes, yes it is.
>So they're doing al manner of celebratey things all through the city.
>You're on the way to the throne room to see a play by some of them.
>It's a new one they found deep in the palace library called "That there yeller feller with the fancy hat".
>You reach your throne and sit down, letting your ponies bring you some popcorn.
>The actors start to act, the drummers begin to drum, and the pipers play a tune that makes the bottoms of your teeth sort of tingle.
>You happily watch the play, entranced by the story.
>Then a stage light catches the set on fire.
>By the time it's noticed it's too late to stop the blaze from consuming the entire stage.
>You valiantly brave the heat and clear a path to the door to ensure the safety of your subjects.
>Then amidst the scattered seating you see him.
>Your husband is lying limp on the ground!
>You rush to save him from this calamity.
>Your magic slides off of him when you try to pick him up.
>With all your strength you manage to pull him to safety using your mouth, thanks to some quick thinking.
>The crystal ponies are all panicking and trying to put out the fire, paramedic ponies tending to the injured.
>They are clearly in a state of shock as they act confused when they see your husband, as if they don't know who he is.
>He is loaded onto a stretcher and you accompany him as he is rushed to the hospital.
>They have to put several beds together to hit him when he arrives, he always was a tall fellow.
>Now all you can do is wait and hope.

>>27915546
How could you give your own anon the spicy dong ring?

new fag here, can i get a quick and accurate explanation on the main idea of this thread?

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Holy shit, thanks for the warm welcome and the great response, I missed all of you too!
Also looks like a majority is voting for Charr directly followed by the bad end :^) but Dennis would be a ridiculous turn of events I confess
I also haven't even seen the Ember episode yet

But what I'd love to know is why exactly you'd pick Charr over the others. Did I fuck up with characterizing Sandy and Sapphire? Or weren't they interesting enough? Not enough 'screen time'?
I don't know anything about proper writing so I'd love to get some input about this.

>>27915560
Beautiful

>>27915640
Basically Anon arrives in a version of Equestria that is a gender swapped sexist version of Earth. Meaning females are the 'strong' gender, drinking beer and being the 'guys', and males are the 'weak' gender, tending for the kids, gossipping, shopping, yada yada.

>>27915651
Charr is moe.
She's got the right combination of cuteness and pathetic desperation that makes you want to see everything work out in her favor.

>>27915651
Sandy feels similar to Fluttershy, and while that isn't a bad thing, she's too passive to be the romancer. Sapphire is too narcisistic for my taste. Charr feels like things will actually happen, and lewdly.

>>27915651
I'd like to see it be Sapph, since she's one to talk a big game but doesn't really have the experience to back it up. So she'd start off strong, for about two seconds before spaghetti happens.

>"Anonymous, darling, we need to get past the guardsmare if we want to speak with Princess Luna in private. Do you think you could...?"
>Rarity makes a bunch of vague hoof-gestures, moving them in circles and bumping them together.
>...is she implying what you THINK she's implying?
>You're so sick of her shit.
"Do you think I could... what, Rarity?"
>You put on your best "unimpressed" face and quirk an eyebrow.
>Caramel would be so proud of you.
>Rarity begins to look nervous.
>"You know! Just... use your masculine wiles on her."
>Your what?
>"Maybe... maybe swing your flanks a bit when you walk. Scratch her behind the ears; nothing gets a mare wetter than that."
>Wait, what?!
>But you that to ponies all the time!
>God dammit, Rarity.
>Why didn't anybody TELL you your as was so big you've been bad-touching your little friends?!

>>27916187
your ass was so big**
All I wanted was a Spaceballs reference.

>>27915560
>>They have to put several beds together to hit him when he arrives

Go to bed.

Anon ends up in rgrequestria
The he decides he needs a job
The girls set him up as house father at an orphanich
Adventure happens as he helps and protects "his" kids
Mares see a loving stallion reaching out for a family of his own
RGR ensues

>>27917025
Would like tô see a story of this

I watched an episode of Escaping Polygamy and it gave me ideas

>Anon accidentally joins a monogamous cult, much to the horror of his friends
>This cult is notorious for kidnapping young colts from their families and raising them in their ways.
>Anon's new fillyfriend was raised in the cult, and was happily surprised she's found a colt who is already fine with monogamy.
>Shenanigans ensue as Anon's friends try to save him before it's too late.

>>27917111
Sounds entertaining.

>>27917111
>Mares from the cult all get a bad reputation
>Everyone sees them as greedy for wanting a stallion all to themselves even with the low stallion birthrate
>Twilight comes in trying to lecture Anon's waifu about friendship and sharing

>>27917309

While I get the sharing thing, wouldn't it be more important to take down the cult given they literally kidnap and brainwash little colts?

>>27917309
But Twilights' parents are monos and so is her her brother

>>27917025
Featuring Cuteaboo Daughteru

>>27917111
>The mares from the cult slowly fall in love with anon
>Thay all want him but cant get into a herd Because of their beliefs
>Anon just want a somewhat normal relationship like back home
Shit happens

>>27917367
That's why she never talked about her brother and claimed that she didn't have any friends growing up. She's ashamed that her brother was a mono.

>>27917025
>Because of her conservative parents, Pinkie wants a family oriented, gentle and caring stallion
> Due her " party " lifestyle she has a bad fame with these colts and only attracts the Stallionsluts or bitchy stalions
> One day she goes to visit Anon on his job just to say hi
> When she sees the way Anonymous treat the kids she falls in love with him and decide he will be her Horsebando
>she is afraid of courting him Because of her previous tries with this type of colt so she decides to be a full gentlemare (inviting him to fancy dinners and etc )
> Meanwhile the kids at the opharnage dont want a mare like Ponks playing with their " Daddy " heart.
> Anon is just confused by everyone antics

>>27917431
Anon is then given the rank of cult buster, and sent to monogamous cults across equestria.

>>27917695
Oh god I want this.

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>>27917695
Do it!

>>27917907
Sorry,Im not a good writer.
If anyone wants to make a story of this, just DO IT

>>27918035
Oh you're just lazy.

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>>27918035
Is English not your first language or are you just incredibly underage?

>just DO IT
Re-enforces my opinion that you're underage as well.

>>27918078
I am from the Repúblic of bananas (Brazil) so yeah.
Can still give it a try, just dont expect a good job

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>>27917695
Fund it.

>>27918078
Also, Im 19

>>27918199
Dont worry about it, just try your hand at it and get better over time, we got a lot of foreign writers here.
Even if it won't be that great, you get better by practicing.

>>27918234
Thanks man

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If you and your mare do not have a herd, she will simply make one.

>>27918403
>Twilight desperately pretends to her friends that she and Anon are part of a herd and aren't just a couple
>She leaves to go to the bathroom and "Brilight" walks into the room to introduce herself
>It's very clearly Twilight with a sunhat and sunglasses
>She leaves and Crilight comes out
>Her friends may or may not be fooled

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>>27918403
I like the way she thinks.

>>27918501
>Anon is the only pony she trusts, outside of Vinyl, to see her without her bow-tie and collar

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>>27918531
Sounds kind of cute.

>>27918263
>you are kinda hitting it off with Twilight
>she brings you over to Canterlot to meet your potential future in-laws
>there are eight of them - and that's just her parents

So, I'm making good progress on this hunter story.
May have an update in a day or two.

>>27919339
Every mare wants you and every colt wants to be you, dad.

>>27916187
>>"You know! Just... use your masculine wiles on her."
"You sure about that? I wouldn't wanna hurt her or anything."
>"Oh she'll be fine. She's a grown up mare , she can handle a little heartbreak."
"Okay? But-"
>"No buts! Just go out there and do your thing." she says, shoving you with one of her hooves.
"Jesus alright im going."
>You round the corner of the corridor and walk towards Lunas private chamber doors.
>Hands in pockets, whistling inconspicously like a real secret agent.
>"Halt! Who goes there?"
"Hey there big girl. It's just me, your friendly neighbourhood Anon."
>"I don't know about any anons. Are you lost colt? The tourist shop is down on the first floor, if you need help finding it i can call-"
>CLONK!
>Thats all she manages before you use both your fists to knock her over the helmet as hard as you can.
>She goes face first into the floor, and stays there with her butt still up in the air.
>You turn around and give Rarity the thumbs up to show her that the coast is clear.
>She just stands there staring though with her mouth hanging open.
>Honestly, it's like she's never seen anyone perform a double axe before.
>You really need to introduce these little marshmellow horses to wrestling one of these days.

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>>27919617
did she died?

>>27919617
Yes, please. That is a good green.

>>27919617
>Anon is told to use his masculine wiles
>Cold-cocks a guard
I like it.

>>27919617
Moar?

>>27918430
>it turns out they actually are different ponies that just look the same and have similar names.

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RGRE with real pony-sized ponies.

>>27919875
What, like Anon in Horsequestria, where ponies look like IRL horses? Or are we talking about regular cartoon horses that are just taller than Anon instead of being knee/waist height?

>>27919901
Cartoon horses big enough to physically overpower and dominate Anon.

>>27919855
>"It took me three weeks of traveling all across Equestria and inexcusable abuse of my access to the Royal Coffers, but I finally found them, Anon. Several mares who just happen to look exactly like me."

>>27919906
>Mare wants Anon
>Uses her teeth to pick Anon up by the scruff of his shirt
>Occasionally gives him tongue baths

>>27919918
Crilight: "Can I go home yet? My colt is making spaghetti."
Blilight: "So, when you promised me 'ultimate pleasure', were you referring to a rimjob? Cause I could really go for a nice sloppy rimjob right now."

>>27919932
Hot.

>>27919962
Drilight: "...is that some kind of monkey? Mare, that isn't me any more. I promised myself that that chapter of my life was over."

"This is it Anon."
>Your clothes are starting to soak through.
>It’s water from the shitty leaking faucet of your shitty tub in the shitty bathroom of your shitty one bedroom apartment.
>And in your hands is the escape from all of this.
>You hold the stark white bottle in your shaking hands.
>The odor is strong, it burns your eyes.
>You shut them tightly and hold the bottle to your lips.
>In one swift motion you upend the bottle.
>Your clothes soak through even more.
>And everything goes dark.

>A faint light shines through your eyelids.
>You open them on reaction and hiss as the bright lights blind you.
>You try to raise a hand to shield your eyes but find them immobile.
“Wh-what the-?!”
>You can’t move at all.
>And you can’t see anything being the bright lights that still shine in your eyes.
>”Hello? Can you hear me?” a voice calls out to you, feminine, from somewhere beyond the light.
“Hello!? Yes! I can hear you.”
>Son of a bitch, there is a heaven!
>…Fuck, you hope they don’t take browser history into account.
>”Hearing appears to be functional, despite the tiny looking ears… Tell me cutie, what’s your name?”
>Cutie?
“Uh… A-Anonymous. Ma’am. Angel Ma’am.”
>The voice hums, “Anon-ee-mussss. Got it, that’s a very handsome name.”
>Handsome? Well shit, that’s good news right?
>A hum you didn’t notice before dims, and you can feel your full weight again.
>And you can move!
>”Okay Anonymous, can you move your head for me? Just left to right is okay.”
>You turn your head side to side as the voice asks.
>”And now just those handsome green eyes of yours please.”
>So she can see you?
>Are angels omnipresent too or something? You were barely able to make out some details of things past the light, but the voice still seems to be coming from all around.
>You comply and make small circles, go left to right, up and down, and even finish with crossed eyes.

>>27920431
>You receive a giggle in response, “You’re funny, I think that’ll be a great trait to have.”
>Alright, Things are coming up Milhouse now!
>The voice hums a jaunty tune and mumbles what sounds like a list to herself, ”Let’s see here… basic command language… cranial synchrony, check… now on to…”
>Command language?
>”Repeat after me, “What is the color of Princess Celestia’s favorite blue chariot?”
>You begin to speak but your nerves get the better of you and you need to stop and clear your throat.
“What is the color of Princess Celestia’s favorite blue chariot.”
>”And could you answer that question for me please?”
>What is this?
>You shield your eyes and try to get a better look around.
>”Oh, please don’t skip ahead in the protocol. I just need you to answer the question you just repeated.”
“Blue.”
>You hear her hum, “Little hiccup there, but that’s probably just summoning jitters… memorization and simple logic are good.”
>She returns to humming her tune for a moment, “Let’s see, well I already know you can use one of your hands there, mind moving them both for me sweetheart?”
>This… this doesn’t seem like heaven.
>You slowly raise your arms, turning them over and back slowly.
>”Soul synchrony to the upper body is good, torso seems to have a little mix up, dunno how those nipples got through QA but I’m letting this fall on them if the mare has a problem with it. You’ve got the best soul synchrony I’ve ever seen so far.”
>Or maybe… this is heaven?
>Somewhere in the pit of your stomach you get the feeling that something is off.
>”So, let’s get on with it. Step forward for me would you Anonymous? Give me a little spin so I can get a clear look at the back of you.”
>You take one step forward, the light moves to remain in about the same spot.
>The ground is cold and hard.

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>Each step lands with a soft slap.
>You look around to try and get a better sense of where you are but the damned light keeps obscuring everything.
>As you turn you can hear the voice make a noise, “Not bad… really not bad. Tartarus, I’d probably take you even with that defect.”
>The light brightens, you shield your eyes but it just get’s brighter forcing you to step back.
>”Lower body looks good, VERY good… probably the best damn soul synchrony I’ve ever seen. Our R and D gals are really kicking flank.”
>R&D?
>Flank?
>”Okay sweetie, I think you’re ready to go.”
“Go? Go where?”
>”Hmm? Oh uh… Ponyville, the order sheet says.”
>Ponyville?
>Admittedly that does sound more “heaven-ish” than "hell-ish" but still.
“A-and what happens to me there? Do I get to meet everyone?”
>”Of course” the voice responds cheerfully, “You’ll be delivered to the mare that ordered you, and I’m sure that she will-“
“Wait, ordered me?!” you repeat.
>“Well of course cutie, she went for an older model but it seems like she got damn lucky to have a guy as synched as you-“
“Wait wait, model? Synchronized?! This doesn’t sound like what I pictured heaven to be like. I’m being sent along to like an angel who ordered me out of some kind of afterlife catalogue?! I-I thought-“
>”You thought?” the voice cuts you off, shock clear in her voice.
>Your breathing is heavy, you feel sick to your stomach as you stand there staring into a blinding light, surrounded only by the sound of your own panicked breaths.
>”What did you think?”
“I thought… you know, I’m a person, maybe I didn’t live a great life or anything but I did live-“
>”Live?! Oh… damn it, what is this horseapples?”
>The light brightens, it becomes completely blinding.
>You shut your eyes and shield the majority of the light with an outstretched arm.

>>27920458
>”I knew there had to be some kind of mistake. An older model with soul synchrony as good as yours?” she sighs, “Shame too, you’re really handsome. Okay, termination protocol active-“
>The light begins to feel hot against your skin.
“Wait! Termination?! What the hell are you talking about termination?!”
>”I’m sorry cutie, but you’ve got something wrong. You’re not supposed to think like that, you’re not supposed to think anything at all. I dunno what caused it, but I’m sure glad I found it before sending you along.”
>You try to run but find your body immobile, through the thrum of blood rushing through your ears, and between your struggling grunts you can hear that hum again.
>Meanwhile the light changes color, it becomes a sickening red color.
>”Okay, don’t worry cutie, just going to extract the soul out of you and send it and the body back to the eggheads upstairs to investigate."
“H-HEY! Stop! Y-you can’t do this to me!”
>”I’m sorry Anonymous, you’re defective.”
“I’m not defective damn it! I-I did everything you said!”
>”You did, and you did really well too cutie, but... your behavior isn’t up to standard. It’s my job to send the ones like you back for inspection.”
>You can feel a fire roaring in your chest.
>It takes all of you just to keep from passing out.
“Please! S-stop this! Don’t… don’t do this!”
>”Sorry cutie, it’s my job. If one of our customers files a complaint on you then that gets traced back to me and then I’m in trouble.”
“I-I won’t cause any trouble!”
>The pain is almost unbearable, you can’t stop yourself from screaming at this point.
“I promise! Please! I-I’m a person, you can’t do this to me! I’ve only just arrived you can’t rip me apart, you can’t kill me yet! Stop it! Please STOP!”
>You scream and grit your teeth through the pain.
>The voice has remained silent through all this.
>You can’t even think straight anymore.

>>27920471
“I’M SORRY! I’M SCARED! PLEASE!”
>The lights cut off.
>Your pain goes away with it.
>You fall to the ground in a sweaty trembling mess of gasps and light sobs.
“Please…I-I’m sorry I wasted my chance the first time, I won’t do it again, I swear… I-I’m begging you” you whimper.
>You can hear the hum return.
>You are pulled up by something you can’t only feel, back onto shaky legs.
>Beside you, some lights brighten along the floor, illuminating a small square pad.
>”Go and join the others.”
>You look around in the dimly light room but still find no source for the voice.
>You walk slowly, step by shaky step, along the path illuminated on the floor until you stand on the pad.
>”And I don’t want any trouble okay? Y-you promised.”
>You nod for whatever good that does.
“Okay… thank you” you respond with a sore voice.
>Beside you you can just barely make out a form.
>It’s almost as tall as you, standing completely still, like a mannequin.
>From the little you can see, it’s humanoid, but… there are little quirks.
>Differences that send a chill down your spine.
>They’re the others.
>Are you supposed to be like them?
>The lights on your platform blink, and a set of walls rise up from the floor around you on all sides.
>At the same time a pair of really small shorts appear around your waist in a flash of light and sparkles.
>In the time it took you to recover from the sudden shorts, you find that the walls have gotten too high to climb over.
>And also that before you, is a stain on the glass.
>No, not a stain… it’s like a glass sign.
>[.cnI meloG
>You turn the letters around after a second.
“Golem Inc.”

>You are as giddy as can be!
>For years you scrimped and saved.
>Played your hooves raw at every performance that would have you.
>And while those normies are out trying to get laid with slutty stations and their inferior horsecocks...
>You will have the perfect pure husbando!

>>27920480
>And all the glorious human cock you could ever want.
>Yup, it took forever but you went above buying those bastardmade MLH dildos from Naughty Dinosaur.
>You got yourself a human-like golum.
>And it’s coming today!
>And you’ll be cumming tonight!
>This is so damn awesome that you could squeal like one of those bat colts.
>You glance around the living room.
>Bon Bon’s not home…
“SKREEEEEEEE!”
>The doorbell rings.
>”Delivery for Lyra Heartstrings” Derpy calls to you from the other side of the door.
>Perfect timing!

>>27920493
Damn but that took a turn. I'm interested to see what happens next, especially if they're expecting some sorta sex doll.

Also, are you done? I've got something loaded and ready.

>>27920565
Its been long enough, I'd say you're clear.

>>27920493
>>27920565
>30 mins ago
So, I'mma take that as a yes.

>>27920700
Yuh

This is the next section for the First Impression Prologue, found here. http://pastebin.com/grFxJqKR

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>You’re standing in a field of bright colors with a line of tall trees lining the horizon on all sides.
>Grass and flowers dance in the non-existent breeze, and small items dot the remote landscape; a red ball, a printing press, a rusty old cannon, and a multitude of others that you can’t quite identify.
>Your sister Luna stands beside you, and she’s telling you something, but no matter how hard you focus you can’t hear what she’s saying.
>She flaps her wings, gestures and nods her head, but no words reach your ears.
>You’re sure it’s something important, you KNOW it is.
>You squint and turn your ears forward to try and collect any further clues to her intention, but the more you focus on her the more distant her form becomes, drifting away into the horizon.
>You move to follow her, but the world around you twists, becomes vague and blurry.
“Luna,” you whisper, moving forward, “wait.”
>But she’s gone.
>Your stride has taken you to a cramped room.
>Your back is to the wall but you can feel something behind you, something watching you through the plaster and paint.
>It’s alright though, because Twilight and her little friends are reminding you how to make a cake in vivid detail, their eyes bright and jovial as they demonstrate.
“Is that all?” you say with wonder as they work, pouring a mix of eggy flour and chocolate back and forth between mixing bowls.
>They’re making very little progress, but you’re amazed all the same.
>”Yes, ma’am.” Eggnog replies, suddenly present, scribbling away on a scroll in the corner of the room, completely detached from everything else that is going on.
“But… but what about the—“ you begin with anxiety.
>”Yes, ma’am.” She repeats, halting your train of thought.
“And the—?”

>>27920710

>”Yes, ma’am” she says again, carving more words into her mile-long wheel scroll.
>Scratch scratch scratch.
>She doesn’t stop writing, not even as the walls melt away to reveal a dingy cellar lit by firelight.
>No, not a cellar.
>It’s a dungeon.
>There’s a line of cells dividing the room, and a row of toy solider ponies gaze into them with their drawn-on eyes.
>”What could they be guarding?” you wonder aloud, noticing that all the cell doors have been thrown wide open leaving any previously occupied cage barren.
>None of them turn their heads to acknowledge your voice, each crayon face looking ahead with empty determination, staring at nothing.
>There’s still something behind you, but when you turn there’s nothing but stairs leading to the surface, up and out.
>The back of your neck prickles, and you realize that whatever’s behind you is getting closer.
>The uneasy feeling tightening your chest shepherds you forward to climb the long, endless stair, the sound of your own breathing being your one and only companion for minutes, hours, days.
>You’ve been climbing for a long time.
>Too long.
>The candles in the long corridor are starting to burn down to their buds and go out one by one, slowly but surely bathing you in complete darkness.
>You start running, even with the knowledge that you cannot see what’s ahead of you.
>You worry that you might trip on the steps, fall to the cold stone and start a long, painful descent back down, but you never do.
>The hooffalls echoing in your ears suddenly change in tone as your bare hooves pad against fresh grass, and a cool scent of moist foliage fills your nose.
>You’re in the field that you were in before with Luna but your sister is still gone.
>It’s also very dark.
>The moon hangs high overhead and it’s absolutely massive, nearly taking up a fourth of the sky.
>Its light blots out the stars leaving it floating in an ocean of blackness with no other discernable sky marks.

>>27920718

>You stare into the starless void forever, searching for any sign of the missing beacons, any faint glimmer of light, but you find nothing.
>Whatever is behind you is starting to get close.
>It’s getting so close, and you’re afraid.
>You don’t bother to turn around , you just start running.
>You pass the rusty cannon as you rush toward the trees in the distance, breaking through the tree line.
>The thick branches of the firs whip your face and sides as you pace, stinging your eyes and disorienting you.
>You can hear something.
>It’s the sound of it breathing, whatever is behind you.
>Panting.
>Running.
>Chasing.
>Chasing you.
>Your heart is pounding.
>It’s getting closer but you can’t run any faster, you’re pushing yourself as hard as you can.
>Your body is starting to weaken, and your gait is becoming uneven
>You feel it’s hot breath disturbing the fur on your lower back, right on your tail bone.
>It’s right on top of you.
>It’s right there but it’s not attacking you.
>The hot breath warming your vertebrae is slowly traveling higher.
>You swear you can feel it’s ghoulish lips tracing your spine as you flee.
>You want to cast a spell, fly away, do something, anything, but you’ve forgotten how to use magic, and you’ve forgotten how to take flight.
>You’re starting to forget how to run, too.
>It’s breath is tussling your mane and you’re barely even trotting anymore, but the impact never comes, the pain of it sinking it’s dastardly teeth into you never arrives.
>You feel something touch your barrel and you know immediately what it is.
>Claws, sharp and stiff.
>With just a bit more pressure they could dig into you, tear you to pieces.
>Instead they gently trail your side, displacing your coat at they go, dividing your cutie mark in three.
>You’re so tired.
>You need a rest but you can’t stop moving.
>You SHOULDN’T stop moving.
>But…

>>27920722

>A steamy breath fills the shell of your ear, and the claws are traveling around the back of your thigh, turning upwards to slide across the round of your right buttock.
>You finally collapse, chest heaving against the ground from the strain of your useless resistance.
>You shiver as the tip of its tongue touches the tip of your ear, just barely, just enough for you to identify it was tasting you.
>You feel the heat from its body all around you, inches from wrapping you up but not quite touching you physically.
>You dare to turn, knowing it might be the last thing you do.
>A shroud of smoke and unformed mass looms over your downed back end.
>You can make out a mouth full of razors and limbs full of taught, sinuous muscle in the swirling unknown.
>It’s eyes are an abyss, frightening, alluring, and the same dark crimson color the moon has turned over its broad shoulder.
>They shine frighteningly in the darkness, and the longer you look into them the more light-headed you become.
>It makes an indecipherable noise and nuzzles into your neck, both of its hooked fingertips grazing your sides and sliding low, giving you a dangerous massage from your ribs to your flanks.
>It’s breathing has slowed to a composed hiss.
>You tremble slightly as you feel something hot and lengthy widen the cleft of your bottom, cradling itself between your soft cheeks.
>A low whine fills your ears as the creature shifts forward, desperately trying to create more friction as the searing flesh slides against your rear.
>A throaty sigh escapes you as its thick vein runs along the rim of your pucker, twitching against you with need.
>The world around you is shifting again, your vision tinting pinkish red with the moon following suit.
>Gone are it’s needle-like teeth.
>It’s sharp maw has morphed into pillowed, whispering lips, it’s claws dulling to form fleshy, rounded points that cling to you harder than before.

>>27920731

>It pulls back and then pushes forward, attempting to deliver to the both of you what you now so desperately need.
>You’re so wet.
>You know because the ridge of his tip glides unchallenged through the valley of your labia, bumping your clit on the way to your lower abdomen after his failed entry.
>He throbs against the small nubs of your teats, his member burning your stiff, sensitive nipples.
>Another needy whine escapes him as he pulls back and tries again to the same result, framing his now slick member in your meaty flanks for the second time.
>You become aware of his testes as they press up against your marehood, resting against the spot he narrowly missed.
>He’s panting again, and hard.
>He needs this.
>He needs this so badly, and you do to.
>He pulls back again, but this time you arch your back a little a pop out your hips, moving your tail aside as you silently invite him inside you.
>He moves in slower this time, and as his wide flair kisses your opening evenly you know that this thrust will be the one.
>You feel his rounded digits turn to fearsome claws again, holding you still.
>A rough growl escapes his suddenly toothy jaws as he rushes forward and splits your lower lips apart, filling you and knocking your cervix with his tip in one smooth motion.
>You groan and push back into him, your growing need finally being met.
>You say things as he begins his work.
>Dirty, vulgar things that only encourage him to ram into you harder.
>You can feel his swollen orbs tap against your winking bud as he bucks his hips, jerking your body forward slightly with each charge.
>Your front legs have completely given out but your back legs are splayed rigidly like boards, lifting your back end into his assault.
>Your long, useless wings are extended, and they twitch whenever he hits your spot, drives into you juuust right and causes the world to ripple out of focus.

>>27920739

>A line of your thick arousal trickles across your clit and travels down your belly on the same path his member took when he failed to enter you the first time, swaying right on the end of one of your nipples before being shaken loose by a particularly hard thrust.
>He holds that hard thrust, using it to grind deep into you, groaning low into his chest as you lean back into him and relish in the sensation of him testing your last wall with his head.
>You’re so close, and you know he is, too.
>His thrusts are starting turn shallow, and his hands – endlessly sharpening and rounding out as they dig into you – lift your hips slightly so that he can thrust downwards, his animal instincts shifting into overdrive; he knows that he needs to finish deep and angle your womb to collect all of his seed if he’s going to impregnate you.
>Soft, coltish grunts unbecoming of such a toothy maw intermingle with his low growl as he nears his limit.
>You can feel his thick flair swelling and twitching frantically, preparing to pump load after load of his bestial satisfaction deep inside you.
>You’re so, so ready.
>You bite down on your lower lip as the rhythmic sound of his hips slapping against your ass increase dramatically in tempo.
>He whines your name, and his voice comes out as an amalgam of many.
>You absently wrap your tail around his side as the hot coil in the base of your abdomen winds tighter and tighter, your dreamscape turning white as you weakly try to work your hips back into his force and increase the intensity of your approaching release.
>”Celestia.”
>You throw your head back and rub it against your sweat-moistened pillow, your stuffy sheets constricting your shifting… legs…
>Oh no, oh please no.
>”Princess Celestia?” a voice calls from outside your door, prompting you to whip your upper body up from your bed and twist around, trying desperately to both come back to reality and escape back into your fantasy at once.

>>27920743

“A-Anony—?” you stumble drowsily, whipping your head around quickly to clear it, “Who’s – Who’s there? What’s going on?” you manage, trying to stand and nearly falling as you scramble from your bed.
>”U-Uh, It’s me ma’am…” Eggnog’s voice replies from the other side, anxious.
>You can feel the air chill the wet mane clinging to your neck as you get to your hooves.
>You have to fight back first harsh, knee-jerk instinct in your dazed and aggressive mind.
>That is, telling her to get lost, yelling that you were ‘busy’ and deserved some privacy in as impolite a manner as you could imagine.
>Thankfully you succeed, especially considering the import of what she was about to tell you.
>”I don’t mean to wake you Princess, but it’s nearly seven, and ponies are starting to get worried.”
“W-What!?” your exclaim in confusion, whipping around to face your window.
>The sky beyond is inky black but, unlike in your bedtime vision, quite populated with twinkling lights and a normally colored moon.
>You…
>You never oversleep.
>”Princes Luna attempted to move it herself, but…” Your aid begins, trailing off to the obvious.
“I’m-I’m comi—“ you start, stopping yourself short as the cruel reality of what you DIDN’T get to do in your dream came back to burn in your face.
“…I’ll be outside in a moment.” you amend, frowning slightly as you try to push the haze in your head far enough away to light your horn and gather your things.
>The soft light your golden aura creates gives you a clear view of your bedding.
>In the center of your sheets beyond your tossed up comforter you can just about make out a large, dark spot , yet another trophy for yet another wash you’d be completing yourself.
>Ponies DID have noses, so you’d probably have to clean up the similar mess on your thighs before going out as well.

>>27920753

>These nighttime visions were starting to become worryingly frequent, and always with similar content.
>After so much experience analyzing the same mental ques you were starting to get a nice picture as to their meaning, but you didn’t much want to think about them today, at least not right now.
>You had a long day of the usual followed by a long night of goodbyes ahead of you; you didn’t need to start scheming or wracking your brain over ‘what if’s on the eve of an event you’d spent two weeks in your right mind preparing for, especially when you were feeling so drained.
>You overslept, but your restless night of disappointment had left you preemptively fatigued, and you knew you were going to be cranky the rest of the day.
>Hopefully you could salvage enough of yourself for the end, probably through a mixture of sugar and caffeine.
>Some coffee sounds great right about now.
>Sweet stars, where’s the coffee?

>Luna looks up from her breakfast as you enter the dining room, adorned in her royal regalia but sporting an un-energized, ash-blue mane.
>You say ‘breakfast’, but considering how long she’d been up already it was a little more complicated than that.
>The table space in front of her hosted an odd combination of haybacon, orange juice, a dinner roll, and a small vegetable pot pie, all barely sampled from.
>You were usually up long before now, so this strange ritual of intermingling foods was quite normal to you.
>What was a bit less routine was the smarmy smile on her face.
>”Rising so early, sister?” she says mockingly, rising her brow at you in false surprise.
>You reply with a fake, grumpy titter, stealing a piece of her delicious honey-fried hay with your magic as you take a seat in the chair diagonally right to hers, it’s sweet and savory flavor rousing your tastebuds.
>Unfazed, she lifts her glass of orange juice and takes a sip, her smile widening when the kitchen door behind her pops open.

>>27920761

>From the opening strolls the buscolt Sun Spot, whom between cleaning the dishes also waited on you and any company you might have during important social events, freeing up Butterbean to focus on the food.
>This morning it was just you and family, and thank goodness for that.
>The last thing you needed to do was insult another touchy ambassador to Alpha-Taur Roundrock or the like by being late to a meeting scheduled in the morning as the Alicorn who’s job it was to literally create it every day.
>”Oh, I thought it was you! Good morning, princess.” The slim stallion says in a tone far too chipper for how early it felt to you, his dark yellow coat and vibrant blue mane testing your weary eyes.
>As much as his bright mood was clashing with yours, the entrance of an energetic young male never failed to straighten out your back and summon a face of readiness.
>It was probably why Butterbean hired him in the first place.
>”Did you want anything to eat this morning?” he asks, sitting, his icy teal eyes darting left a moment before returning to yours, notepad and pen at the ready.
“Hm, something to eat…” you think aloud, pondering the question as he waits patiently.
>As a change a pace, you were actually feeling a little hungry, probably because you didn’t have time to eat dinner yesterday.
>“Well, coffee to start, with a little — you know how I like it.” you begin, furrowing your brow as you mentally list all of your options for breakfast.
>You watch as he quickly takes down your usual coffee mixture, taking note of how he cuts his eyes left again.
“How about… an omelet? With a little haybacon, tomatoes, onions and potatoes?” you say, following his wandering eyes to your sister.
>She’s blatantly staring at him, eyes lidded as she nibbles on the tip of her pie spoon, a curl of her dark blue hair shading half of her face.

>>27920784

>”U-Um…” your waiter starts, flustered, “I’m sorry princess, but your sister got the last of the haybacon. D-Did you maybe want some, uh… something else?” he goes on, clearly distracted.
>A small, knowing smirk blossoms on your sister’s mouth as she pulls the levitating spoon away, biting just a little at the corner of her lower lip.
>You frown at her, and Sun Spot turns his attention solely to you, even though you’re sure he can see her in his peripheral.
“… Just the potatoes and vegetables are fine.”
>”Right – okay.” He replies quickly, holstering his pad and getting to his hooves, “I’ll just… I’ll go get that for you.”
>He sets back off for the kitchen without further word, but you notice him stray a little closer to your sister’s chair as he goes.
>Luna has set her head forward but still watches him out of the corner of her eye, brushing the end her ethereal tail against his legs as he passes.
>He makes sure she sees him lick at his lips and whispers something to her, something just out of earshot, before breaking away.
>Luna watches him leave, paying special attention to the new sway in his hips as he vanishes behind the kitchen door to instruct the cook to your desires.
>After the two of you are left alone again Luna turns back around in her seat and gazes casually at her food, the only evidence remaining of their interaction being the gratified look lingering on her face.
>You, however, are far from satisfied from the display, especially considering what happened not five days prior with her guards.
>That, and the poor start to you morning had put you in a sour mood.
“Luna?” you begin, not able to hide the restrained edge in your voice as your golden aura drags the copy of the Daily Sun from the other end of the table in closer for you to inspect.
>”Yes, dear sister?” she replies innocently before taking a bite out of her warm pot pie.

>>27920796

“Is there anything you’d like to tell me?” you continue, keeping you face a blank mask as you scan the front page; you’re not even reading it, “Maybe about any staff members working the kitchen?”
>”Mmm…” Luna hums through her mouthful quizzically before swallowing, “Oh yes, they’re quite hard working, are they not?” she replies kindly, closing her eyes.
>”We wonder where we might be if not for their diligent hooves tending to our stomach at all hours.”
>You’re not buying her act for a moment.
“Luna, I KNOW I’ve sai—“
>”Have thou had any interesting dreams lately?” she interrupts curiously, stopping you cold in your tracks as she suddenly changes the subject.
>You can feel the color draining from your face as she casually separates a large chunk of broccoli from what she intends to be her next spoonful, the edges of her mouth twitching slightly.
>The question hangs between you unanswered, snuffing out all conversation for a good six seconds.
>You can tell she enjoys the noticeable pause.
>”We only ask because we ourselves had a very interesting dream yesterday about-mm, what is his name again…Anonymous, isn’t it?”
>She’s smiling again, and you KNOW that she wouldn’t forget his name, not for a second.
>You want to rebut with something but your mouth has become so dry that you’re afraid any words you try will come out in a rasping choke.
>She never… you weren’t expecting this sort of power play.
>How careless of you.
>Just because she never interacted with you directly didn’t mean she might not come to ward away dream that usually started as chest-pounding nightmares, only to see… to see…
>”If we remember correctly, the dream was about…”
>You hold your breath as she pretends to ponder something, your magic crumpling the paper in its grasp slightly.
>“… Mm, well, nevermind, we suppose it’s not important.” She continues with mild interest, sipping from her glass.

>>27920808

>“We only bring it up because of the date. He is departing today, isn’t he?”
>She’s offering you a way out because she knows you’ll take it.
>You don’t want to admit she’s won but you aren’t a fool.
>A smart ruler knows when they’ve been beaten.
>Even when it’s by their big dumb sister and her equally-sized, equally intelligent face.
>You clear your throat and open your mouth to speak, close it, then try again, this time successfully forming words.
“Nn… yes. Twilight Sparkle is going to meet him at the train station tonight…” you reply with some distaste, your head dipping in shame as you flip open the newspaper and skim the unimportant articles within.
>Your kin seems satisfied with the successful change of pace, and bites into her roll as you continue.
“I’ve made preparations with your private Grey Gables and the conductor; they’ll ride to ponyville alone and come in late. She’ll give him the keys and show him to his new home.“
>”And that’s it, then?” your sister replies, sounding a touch surprised, “You’re going to simply send him off? With but a smile and a trinket?”
>You already know where this conversation is headed, but the bit at the end is somewhat unexpected.
>Your expression tips her off, her brow hopping in realization before she hovers a box previously hiding behind her carton of juice over to you, dropping it gently in the center of your paper.
>It was a small thing made out of paper-board and deep brown felt.
>A single thin gold ribbon wrapped around it twice, holding it shut and garnishing the gift with a splash of eye-catching color.
>You had no illusions about how unrealistic your timing was, but you were secretly hoping you could give this to him personally instead of through the mail, if only to see the look on his face.
>You had to give him something, and this was the best thing that came to your mind.

>>27920820

>It came a tad earlier than you were expecting, but you know that Furnace Gleam wouldn’t send out a shoddy product if it wasn’t up to her standards.
>She’d been hoof-making things like this for years; opening the box to check its quality would be an unnecessary insult.
>All the better.
>You’d hate to crease the perfectly tied bow by sliding it off, or indent the box by trying to pop it open.
>If her craft was good enough to appease touchy ambassadors after missed dates, then hopefully it would be enough to impress him.
>O-Or, rather…
>To show him how much attention and personal involvement was paid to individual citizens, all of whom mattered greatly to the royal family.
>Half of which was now eyeing you from across the table with mild disappointment.
>”So, thy time WILL truly end with but a hoofshake and a nod before he’s spirited away to some far-off town?” she says, floating her hoof in the air before pointing it south, to ponyville.
>You quickly collect the box in your hooves and set it to the side, being sure to put it far away and towards the center of the table to avoid any embarrassing mishaps.
“Yes.” You answer simply, setting your meagre attention back on the local news.
>You can feel her looking at you, unblinking and unspeaking, waiting for you to crack under the pressure of her gaze.
>Unfortunately that look only worked one way in this relationship and you remain unmoved.
>After a short while she begins eating again, this time quick and with the sole purpose of finishing her meal.
>When her plate had been all but cleaned and pulls back her chair, gets to her hooves, and approaches you.
>You see a tingle of blue in the corner of your vision, and look up from the paper to find the small box hovering in front of you face in the grip of your sister’s magic.

>>27920565
It's an "Anon drinks delicious bleach" variant of this tech demo from several years back, though it'll be on its own from this point.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G0KTUysrwgQ

>>27920828

>”We are not bedding the buscolt.” She says simply, and before you can reply she pushes the box into your chest, silently instructing you to take it in your hooves.
>”Speak to him, sister.” She says, and then nothing more, turning on her heel and trotting with mild energy to the exit, leaving you alone with his gift and your thoughts.
>The silent room she leaves you in cradles her last words long after her departure.
>As much as you don’t like it, her words resonate quite honestly with what you yourself truly want, and you can already feel the gears turning in your head,
>Cancelling appointments.
>Moving back meetings.
>Closing day court early.
>All for a few extra minutes with him and your fond farewell.
>You wonder for only a moment what the two of you might do to pass the time as your fiddle with the box in your hooves, the ornate glass within shifting subtly inside.


Welp, that's that for this section. My next post or two will probably be the last ones for the prologue, so stay tuned. My updated pastebin is here.
http://pastebin.com/u/tANDghouls

>>27920835
Oh wow, I've never seen that before. Neat, and good look with the rest of your story. Also, do you have a name/bin? Throw that shit up, yo.

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>>27918263
>>27919315

How many half-siblings would Twilight have in RGRE?

What if that's the reason Moondancer looks like a recolor of Twilight aside from the thicker eyebrows?

>>27920875
Wrong anon, I'm not the writer, only pointing out the vid.

>>27920976
Oop, sorry. All of you people look the same to me. Thanks for the info all the same though, I haven't really payed much attention to heavy rain up to now and that was a pretty well done scene.

>>27920431
I literally just started reading. I really, REALLY, like this. Whoever you are, I eagerly welcome you to RGRE.

>>27915651
>>27915651
Sandy is a fainting goat and can barely stand up let alone bed anything. Sapphire seems like too much of a schemer and not enough of a doer to actually get anything done. Charr had immaturity issues obviously but at least she got some shit done. And it's obvious Anon as the manly man he is will need a strong independent mate who don't need no man but sho'nuff knows to keep a good one when she finds one.

>>27920493
>Soul-transferred golem!Anon coming to terms with what he is
>Trying to convince his "owner" that he's alive without freaking her out and spelling his own doom
>Lyra falling in love with what she thinks is a complex sex toy
I'd read that

>>27921768
I'm pretty sure the context implies that Anon is still Anon, not a golem, and even if he is, golems are complete replicas of humans.

>>27920875
Not a bad update. It was a little bit disorienting and it felt like you were just describing a series of events. There wasn't much emotion behind your words and there wasn't much explanation for what was going on. It was like I was reading about a robot.

>>Your long, useless wings are extended, and they twitch whenever he hits your spot, drives into you juuust right and causes the world to ripple out of focus.
Why were they useless? Was it because it was a dream and things don't work the way you expect them to? Was it because of the sex was overwhelming her? Was it because he holding her down? Never assume something is self-evident.

I enjoyed the chapter and I like your story but the writing isn't the best.

>>27920918
That would explain why a lot of antagonist mares seem have very strong feelings about Twilight on a very personal level. I choose to believe that Twilight's parents are a part of an enormous unseen herd.

>>27915651
Sandy seems like the type to come with the group, or endlessly hesitate outside. That said, she would also be the most aggressive if she felt like Anon had accepted her advances.

Sapphire might actually be the one who would show up first, but she's also selfish enough that as a reader, you don't want her to have the first attempt at Anon.

Charr is a good mix of bashful and brash. Foolish/brave enough to do something risky, like stealing clothes. She's also more respectful than Sapphire.

All in all, it feels like Charr will be the best received, because she is sorta in the daughterzone. Anon will probably be oblivious to the lewd nuances of Sapphire's advances, more confused than anything. Sandy could be the key to clarifying the intentions of the three.

At least, that's the sense I am getting.

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>>27921912

>Trixie, Sunset, Moondancer, and Starlight are all half sisters.

Magical talent must run in the family. I wonder who they inherited it from?

>>27921921
You sure? Anon doesn't seem too oblivious in this story. I don't think he's one of those
>Anon is autistic enough that he doesn't recognize obvious non-verbal bodily cues from horny women, up to and including her sitting naked on his lap
Anons. If anything, I'm willing to bet that he just isn't comfortable with an underage dragon lady wanting to get in his human pants, and pretends not to be aware of her advances so that things don't get awkward.

>>27921945
>Trixie Lulamoon
>Sunset Shimmer
>Moondancer
>Starlight Shimmer
Notice how two of them are variations of "Twilight Sparkle" while the other two reference night-time celestial bodies. They all fit the common naming theme. Also I'm pretty sure Trixie and Sunset both attending Celestia's school (Faust said so about Trixie off the record, I think), which is another nice connection.

>>27919617
I was reading this while eating some food I got on the way back from a quick trip to the store.

I need to go get more food now, I spit up what I had in my mouth from laughing at this.

Thank you Anon, this was a fun read.

>>27921983

Their immense magical talent is probably the result of generations of selective breeding by unicorns. Twilight, Sunset, and Starlight are all noticeably outliers when it comes to unicorns.Them being related explains this.

Even Shining Armor was able to keep that magic bubble around Canterlot for days before the Royal Wedding.

This all results in flat out demigods like Flurry Heart.

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>>27920753
>Celestia had a wet dream
Haha, oh my.

>>27922017
I'm not sure how I feel about selective breeding. That's a bit darker than where I felt this was going.

>>27922073

Where were you going then? What if you play it Marshmallow Equestria style where it isn't nearly as bad is it sounds?

>>27921888
I wanted the beginning to feel disorienting and detached from reality since it was a dream sequence. I felt like the less I straight up explained and the more I 'showed' would accomplish that without me up and saying 'This is a dream, you're dreaming. It's possible I went overboard with it, though. I figured the vagueness of-
>>You want to cast a spell, fly away, do something, anything, but you’ve forgotten how to use magic, and you’ve forgotten how to take flight.
-would suffice if I wanted to communicate the helplessness she felt in what was spiraling into a nightmare, even if it took a hard left turn by the end.

>>27922018
This is what happens when you don't take proper care of your hornbird horse princesses.

Anyone else have any feedback? Questions, concerns, blah blah? Too much? Too little?

>>27922105
I mean, I enjoyed it. I feel like the other guy almost doesn't understand it was a dream sequence, they're not supposed to make much sense.

>>27922095
Selective breeding sounds dark no matter what setting. I'd be satisfied with unicorns in Canterlot having social classes that didn't interbreed b/c they're uppity assholes, and the upper class (or whatever class Twilight comes from) tends to pop out more powerful unicorns.

>>27922105
It didn't feel disorienting, in fact the different parts of the dream meshed together smoothly. I guess that's where my criticism came from. Whatever, it was a good read regardless of whatever minor problems I have with it.

>>27922155

Fine. So what is the story aside from "Twilight's rivals are also her half-sisters"? Does Anon herd all of them or something?

>>27922275
idk bro. I was just saying that I wasn't personally down with selective breeding.

>>27921962
I don't remember any of the girls actually being unmistakable in showing interest, though. Staring, maybe, but Anon us unusual enough both as a parent and as a human, that he could mistake that as curiosity.
There may be things dragons do that don't translate into human body language. Something like wing boners, where they are only interpreted as a sign of arousal when you know dragon physiological responses better.
Ear scratches have been used to this effect with Anons of varying intelligence and genre savviness.

All that said, I wouldn't mind if Anon is completely aware of the lady dragons lusting after him.

>>27922361
there are too many stories where a pony is practically grinding against anon or moaning sexually and anon is just "oh hey this cute pony is making weird noises lol how random"

there's oblivious and then there's literal autism

>>27922264
Well, I can't really presume my own skill here and rattle on with 'No, it's a dream, it's not supposed to be written well' if >>27921888 legit thought that I didn't write it well enough. I'm no professional, and even pros can make mistakes.

>>27922264
Thanks for the feedback man, honestly. I'm still pretty surprised people are paying so much attention to my stuff. I'm trying to improve, but sometimes it can be hard to glean the greater meaning from criticism. If this is indeed what you meant, I'll try and be a little more literal with what's going on in the future if I can help it.

>>27917695
Yes please

>>27917695
>Rainbow gifts Anon a shirt with "JUICY DILF" printed on it as a joke
>Anon doesn't get it and wears it anyways
>Pinkie has a breakdown in the streets after seeing Anon, who is still wearing the shirt, leading a small group of children around town

>>27922859
She asks about the shirt and finds that it's not an invite and Rainbow gave it to him.
Her Horsebando is still perfect and Dash is in deep trouble.

>>27920431
>>27920835
>>27921028
>>27921499

so basically the guy just took literally 99% of the words from the tech demo and just added a bit of pony to them? without saying that's where he got it from?

that's kinda douchy imo

Ponies act like cats or dogs depending on how you stimulate them.
They can not help it.

>>27920918
Phobosprancer looks like a recolor of Twilight because they both ask for the medium-reg cut at the hairdresser's

>>27917695
>>27917695
>you are a very pink pony and usualy happy
>but today you are sad
>so you must be Pinkamena Diane Pie
>the reason you're sad ? Well, you just got tô ponyvile after visiting your parents
>everything was Nice until your father asked about future foals and your "coltfriend"
>your family oriented, gentle, caring and strong Coltfriend
> you dont have one, but you cant tell your father this ( He would crie for hours in his room) Só you just keeping lying

>>27923802
>ô
Is there something wrong with your keyboard?

>>27923802
>It's not like you can't get them, you have a stallion in your bed almost everyday
>but they aren't the ones you could bring to your parents proudly
>you tried to date respectable colts, even "normal" colts
>but it seems that your party life left you with quite the name
> every time you asked them to go out with you, they would narrow their eyes and tell you No
>it always left you sad but you never showed it, like Maud sai "if you show people you are sad it will be easyer for them to hurt you"
> after so much tries you gave up, but what dad said today left you feeling that you will marry a slut like Doctor Hooves
>that colt was incredible he could last 1 minute and 30 seconds , but he was Also the town byke
>sigh, Maybe you should visit Anon, he always had something Nice to say for you
>Like " at least you're not a mexican"
>You don’t know what a "mexican" is but you laughted anyway

>>27923915
>you're Anon
>Also know as the Child Tamer
>today was a good day
>None of the kids broke any things or got killed
>don't look at me like that, try taking care of 20 horse kids at the same time
>yeah, life is hard for you.
>When you asked the girls for a job you expected a job like Police after all you're the bigest guy around (no puns intended), instead they gaveta you this
>It's not like you hate the job, or the kids
>hell, you loved the kids
>they were like rpg characters, you could mold them like you wanted
>take Fast Ball for example, she is just 4 and already hate the things you hate
>Argentina
>but it was a very tiring job, you had to cook, clean, and play with 20 kids all day
>thank heavens they were so cute, Otherwise it woud not be worth it

>>27924017
>As you Cook for the kids you think of women, or the lack of them
>being in ponyvile for a year made your want for sex so big that you would fuck one of these ponies Without problem
>however you could not simple fuck one of them
>it would make you a slut in this rgre land, and you don't want the kids to have a bad example
>you thought of dating one of your friends but this would be hard
>Rarity annoyed you with her sexist talk, Rainbow was the same, Twilight just wanted to "study" the human body and Fluttershy was so afraid and shy that when you tried to ask her out she fainted
>Ponka would be the best problaby
>you and her always laughed together about everything and she was the sort of crazy that you would stick your dick into
>but she always dated these prisão stallion so you dont think she would be interessed in you

>>27924145
This is it for now guys, please forgive the "gaveta" and "prisão", they were supposed to be gave and Prissy but the orthographic corrector fucked up (if you see any ô this is Also the corrector fault)
Im Also new to this shit, when do I fill the name tag ?

>>27924179
Name goes in the top slot, middle should be empty, text is in the third(Which you have succeeded at)

>>27924197
Thanks

>>27922440
No man don't take what I said too seriously, I'm just this faggot who reads pony fanfiction.

>>27920493
Anon must live by the laws of golems.
>A golem may not injure a pone or, through inaction, allow a pone to come to harm from the pain of estrus. A golem must obey orders given it by pone except where such orders would conflict with the First Law. A golem must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law.

Here's something that you guys never asked for.

"Greetings, colts and gentlemares! I, Anonymous, humbly welcome you all to the annual Equestrian Gentlemare games!"
>You are Anonymous, host of today's glorious event.
"Here we see our top three specimens of a proper gentlemare compete tooth-and-nail for the title of Equestria's Gentlemare of the Year, and maybe something else, hoho!"
>You wink at the camera.
>Fleur De Lis pipes up.
>"Anon? May I leave now--"
"Quiet you! Now, to introduce our wonderful mares!"
>You walk in front of the lined up mares.
"Our first gentlemare, hailing from the fine, classy line of Canterlot nobles, here is..."
>You pose and wave your hand to Fleur De Lis
"Fleur De Lis!"
>The glitter bombs explode, coating everyone in pink glitter.
>"I want to go home now..."
"Up, up! Gentlemares speak on their turn. Now, our next contestant, originally from Canterlot, now residing in Ponyville, your current Princess of Friendship, Twilight Spergle!"
>"It's 'Sparkle'!"
>You shoot her a glare and she shuts up.
"But that's not all, folks! Our last, but not the least, coming from Ponyville, she is the cutest, most beautiful pony I've ever laid my eyes on, Ponewaifu!"
>You motion for the crowd to applause.
>"I-I thought we were cuddling on the couch? H-How'd we get here?"
"Uh-uh, my beautiful pone! All questions will be answered soon."
>Twilight speaks up.
>"Can you please explain what's going to happen here? I have...i-important things to attend to."
>You wave off Twilight and immediately motion to the large screen behind you.
"If you three mares would look here, we have an obstacle course made to test the finest defining characteristics of a well-trained gentlemare."
>You point to the start of the obstacle course to zoom in.
"As you can see, we have a very simple start to our obstacle course. Of course, every gentlemare must have proper poise and posture. As such, we will have you mares walk on a slippery beam with snakes while you balance glasses."

>>27924611
>You motion again and the test simulation plays.
"If any of you mares break the glasses, not only will you pay for the fine chalices, but you must also start from the beginning of the beam. Clear?"
>All three mares shrink and nod their heads.
---
>You watch the mares attempt the course.
>Twilight goes first, placing a cup on her horn, preventing it from falling off.
>You shout through the speakers.
"Innovative strategy from the Princess of Friendship! She might be able to clear this in record time!"
>The blaring of the speakers catches her off guard and causes her to slip off of the beam and break the cup.
"Ooh! Maybe I was too quick to say that!"
>Grabbing another cup, she places it on her horn again.
>She walks through the course again, not at all flinching at the snakes.
>She reaches the end of the course safely and quickly, breathing a sigh of relief.
>"Well that was a scary one."
>You speak through the microphone once more.
"Absolutely astonishing! Despite the setback, Princess Twalot passed the course in just under 4 minutes!"
>Fleur De Lis takes her turn on the beam.
>She takes a cup and places it on her withers.
>The snakes hiss and Fleur immediately closes her eyes.
>She steps up to the beam and takes a firm placing on it.
>Slowly, she inches her way across the beam.
>"If I close my eyes...I won't notice the snakes...Yes, no snakes here."
>As she makes her way through half of the beam, a snake coils around behind her.
"U-Uh, Fleur?"
>She opens her eyes to look behind her but quickly falls and breaks the cup.
"Eugh...That's not gonna look good in the doctor's report."
>There was a bruise on Fleur's side from taking most of the impact.
>She takes a cup and places it on her horn, just like how Twilight had done.
>She runs across the beam with eyes snapped shut, clearing it within roughly 4 minutes.
"Even with the immense pain of a bruise, she still manages the course! Such dedication! Determination!"
>Up next was Ponewaifu.

>>27924619
>She sticks her hoof into a cup.
>She latches onto the slippery beam, holding the cup upwards.
>Briskly, she moves across the beam as if she was climbing a very slippery horizontal rope.
>She finishes the obstacle with flying colors, clearing it in 2 minutes.
"What an unorthodox performance! It looks like we're going to move on to the second course! This time, it's going to be a test of wits and perse--"
>One of the producers taps you on the shoulder.
>"What the heck, Anon!? I thought your show was going to be safe!? We have a mare bruised here! Bruised, I say!"
>You look at Fleur obviously feigning a limp.
>"We're getting cut! Stop the cameras!"
>You frown and look at the camera.
"Well that's it, folks. Anon's first and last episode of Extreme Gentlemares."
>You wince at the sound of Twilight slipping and crashing into the box of chalices.
"U-Unfortunately, due to some inconveniences, we're going to be cut from the television. Sorry to you all!"
>You wave to the camera with your poutiest frown.
>"By the Sun, we're going to be sued."
>The producer buried her face in her hooves.
>"Well, at least I could eat the rest of what's on the snack table."


Well that's all of that shitty oneshot I made.

>>27924145
http://pastebin.com/Uhjd15wH
Made a pastebin for it, also changed some things and corrected the text
Any criticism is wellcome

>>27920875
I'm sending you the invoice for the cleaner I had to hire from all the cum that update made me produce. Fantastic work, and I can't wait for more.

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>>27920875
Where will this lead to.

>>27925096
Scary alien sex.
>>27924627
I don't get it.
What show is this supposed to be a spoof of?
>>27924145
Keep going.
>>27923332
Purest of the pure.
Humans don't even know that ear scratches are lewd.
You can see them holding hooves with each other without the slightest hint of arousal if you look at the recordings in Anon's magic mirrors.
>>27922321
>>27922155
>>27922073
>>27922095
>>27922017
>>27921983
I don't get how selective breeding is dark.
>Be Princess Celestia.
>You love you little ponies dearly.
>But their magic just isn't anywhere as strong as yours.
>Maybe you could breed some of them to try to fix that.
>With more magic around, you and the ponies would be able to do so much more.
>Every pony could manage your immortality spells.
>It takes a lot of magic to reach beyond the mortal world and knee the grim reaper in her bony teats.
>There's a long way to go, but you'll do what it takes to help your ponies, even if it takes a thousand years.
>Then you wouldn't have to go through the heartbreak of so many of them dying.

>>27920875
Kirklestia confirmed.

>>27920493
Wow that's pretty fucken horrifying right there.
Not badly written though.
I'd read more if you continued it though.

>>27920835
Nice to know.
>>27923462
I see nothing wrong with someone taking inspiration from somewhere else.

>>27920189
>>27919962
>>27919918
Fund it.

>>27919617
More when?

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>>27925212
>grim reaper in her bony teats.

>Rebandaging Pestilence or applying ointment on her sore
>Sparring with War using foam swords on hours at end
>Taking Famine out to an all-you-can-eat buffet and watch her eat up the place
>Playing chess with Death and hear her talk about her works for days

>>27925429
Bretty gay

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>>27925551
Nuhuh.

>>27925551
But who is the prettiest gay?

>No RGRE sads
The hell is this shit?

>>27925701
I think at least Frosty did a few, dunno if he pasted them though

>>27925706
Do tell

>>27924145
you forgot applejack

>>27925785
Who?

>>27925755
I remember at least one thing about prostitution, just look if you can see anything on his pastebin account

>>27925617
You are, Durnk.
Congrats.

>>27925785
Shucks man, sorry for it

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>>27925792

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>>27925785
>>27925792

>>27925785
He didn't though, Anon's just never met AJ. She's always too busy at the farm.

>>27925899
That's what ponks greatest rival will be. Anon will take one look at "ultimate child birthing hips" AJ and know.

>>27925927
But is she fertile?

>>27925939
Fertile as a rock. The excess muscle down there has crushed her ovaries and uterus into uselessness.

>Fleur and Cadence stalk Anonymous.
>Neither knows about the other.
>Encounter each other during their routines.
>Rivalry begins.
>Anon is cheerfully oblivious.

What about pseudo-sads?

>Ponies are not at all interested in Anon, and their body language reflects this
>They keep their tails lowered so hard that they're practically dragging against the ground
>Almost never rub up against him

>During estrus, they tell him to stock up on food and batten down the hatches
>Nopony goes to his door and instead the hunt around town for stallions to nab

>No flirting with the mares, some small talk with the stallions
>Stallions don't tell him about the single mares and try to hook them up
>Mares don't offer to lower their prices a bit if he's willing to show them a bit of sheath
>All in all, Anon's interactions with ponies are polite and brief


>Anon however doesn't notice any of this
>Anon doesn't understand pony body language and doesn't even notice the tail thing
>Humans don't casually rub up against humans, so horses keeping their distance is lost on him

>Anon doesn't like the idea of getting raped by barnyard animals and is thankful for the advice to hide during estrus

>Anon has no desire to flirt with the mares and finds the stallions too irritating to talk to for very long
>Anon is used to shopping at store chains where the prices are fixed, so the idea of haggling doesn't occur to him
>Anon is pleased with his progress of integrating with the community

>>27925948
sheeiiiiit

>>27925865
>"Wh-who's a s-s-silly p-pony?"

>>27925986
>>During estrus, they tell him to stock up on food and batten down the hatches
>>Nopony goes to his door and instead the hunt around town for stallions to nab
Sounds like a pro instead of a con, you can freely go about your day while all the stallions are locked inside.

>Anonpone goes about his day
>Always gets looks from the stallions because he's as feminine as any mare
>Mares are jealous of thism think that he'll steal away even the straightest stallion
>Concoct a plan to get AJ involved
>The muscular cowgirl that works up on that farm outside town
>She has a thing for mares, but a bigger thing for stallions that look like mares
>Shenannigans ensue

>>27926011
Anonpone is shit.

>>27925994
>Twilight warned you to say inside, but it's been three days and exactly zero mares have tried to break and enter into your house.
>She's such a fucking liar.
>You feel like something appley, but you've eaten all your apples.
>You decide to head out to buy some groceries.
>You spot Applejack on your way to the market.
>She's away from her stall and she looks kind of distressed.
>Kind of sweaty, too.
>You're a bit nervous. Maybe Twilight wasn't bullshitting you?
"Hey, Applejack."
>"Hmm? Oh, hi there Anon."
"What's new?"
>"Nothing much. Y'all?"
>Huh. Guess you had nothing to worry about after all.
"Nothing much. Are you busy? I want to buy a few apples."
>"Just leave the bits on the counter and take what you want."
" 'Kay."
>And then you went home.

>>27926016
You're shit!

>>27926011
>Anonpone
>he's as feminine as any mare

Get out.

>>27926049
Just go to Anonfilly thread.

>>27926059
No u.

>>27925986
>Over time, ponies begin to realise that Anon has no real sexual or romantic interest in them, either.
>Most are relived; some offended because he has no interest in them.
>While active in the community as a friend/acquaintance, Anon likes to do shit on his own instead of communally, like ponies.
>Often heads into the Everfree to 'walk with nature', like he were on a vacation at Center Parks.
>Often goes camping in places like the Gorge outside Ponyville.
>Ponies become genuinely confused by Anon as a whole, not just because he's acting unlike a stallion.
>Human body language is alien to the ponies as theirs is to him.

>>27926043
You could totally take advantage of mares sexual frustration to weasel discounts out of stall keepers.

>>27925927 You gave me a Wonderfull idea
>>27925948 you're just cruel

>>27926076
>>Most are relived; some offended because he has no interest in them.
>Some are both

>>27926107
>Be Anon
>"That'll be 6 bits, sugarcube."
>You're prepared for this.
>You've seen stallions do it a thousand times.
>You turn around and wriggle your ass a bit an-
>"Hey! Y'all stop that now! Land-sake, Anon, ain't nopony want to see that!"
>You turn around and try not to look a disgusted Applejack in the eye.
>"That'll be 8 bits now."
>Ouch.

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>>27926076
>>Often heads into the Everfree to 'walk with nature', like he were on a vacation at Center Parks.
The Everfree would call to me too. I wouldn't be able to stay out.

>>27925948
Barren like your creativity.

>>27926131
I meant take advantage of the distraction their sexual frustration is causing, not try to be sexual for them.

>>27926076
>>Over time, ponies begin to realise that Anon has no real sexual or romantic interest in them, either.
>>While active in the community as a friend/acquaintance, Anon likes to do shit on his own instead of communally, like ponies.
>>Often goes camping in places like the Gorge outside Ponyville.

>Ponies start to think that Anon feels unwelcome or resents them
>Some of them have a "well fuck you too" attitude while others are more "what did I do?"

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>>27926134
you absolute madman, dropping hella bantz

>>27926157
>we didn't know he was sad.txt

>>27926164
Fuck no, not that again.
You want to see me go to the boat propeller?

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>>27926157
>>Ponies start to think that Anon feels unwelcome or resents them
>>Some of them have a "well fuck you too" attitude while others are more "what did I do?"

Now I'm sad.

>>27926076
>Be Twilight
>Be having a panic attack
>Anon is always going off on his own
>Going camping, chopping his own wood
>By now, any other stallion would be completely unable to function
>Who teaches a stallion to chop his own firewood when his mares are supposed to do that?!
>But he's completely independant
>He doesn't try to coerce mares to do work for him, and you NEVER see him gossip with the other colts.
>You've even heard rumours that he sleeps all by himself in a big empty bed at night.
>Why doesn't he trust anypony?
>Why did he have to learn how to do everything on his own?

>Who hurt you, Anon?

>>27926188
>Some ponies are rude to Anon
>Others just ignore him now
>Anon doesn't know why ponies are being assholes now

>>27926224
This is starting to get a little close to home for me.
Keep going.

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>>27926197
That's just the basic RGRE fic.
What he said which made it unique was
>Ponies become genuinely confused by Anon as a whole, not just because he's acting unlike a stallion.
>Human body language is alien to the ponies as theirs is to him.

>>27926258
And thus the basic prologue to every RGRE fic was born
>"What the fuck is up with Anon?"

>>27926243
>Ponies get mad at Anon for things he isn't doing
It's just like real life.

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>>27926281
There's a difference between RGRE Anon being misunderstood, and you not getting off your lazy ass and doing anything other then sleeping, masturbating and browsing 4chan.

>>27926341
Is that what you actually do in real life, or are you just memeing?

>>27926483
I'm insulting >>27926281 you stupid piece of Anon.

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>>27926507
But what for?
Did you have a bad day at work?

>>27926543
Did you end your day of work?
The boss yelled at your again?
Sorry to hear that, i know it's hard.
Just keep up man, it's just monday and the week it's just begining.
Maybe because is Monday.
Nobody likes mondays., just give it a rest, eat something light, take a shower and go to sleep.
You earn it.

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>>27926543
No, work was fine. It was actually pretty good in comparison to the usual.

Just >>27926281 had the gall to exist in the first place.

>>27926577
Learn English please.

>>27926598
Okey, good day!

>>27926281
Poster here

What the fuck is your problem ,>>27926598? If you could read as marvelously as you bitched and moaned, you'd know that the ponies were assholes to Anon because they thought he resented them. My post straight up said that they were angry at him for something he never actually did, and that something he never did was resent them or feel unwelcomed. Real life is full of fucks who make assumptions and judge other people all the time because of things they perceive or things they think are true, which was why I said it was just like real life. Did I explain that well enough for you or do you need me to use smaller words?

Time to back off now. Come back when anon doesn't have his panties in a bunch.

>>27926711
Now now, let the angry anon spaz out on his own.
Don't respond to anger with more anger
Even if that anon is a faggot.

>>27926711
Hey dude that was pretty mean.
Also smaller words would be nice.

>>27926736
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

REEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

yum, (You)'s

>>27926736
All of them (You)s

>>27926769
Challenge: retype >>27926711's post only using words that are 4 letters long or less

>>27926858
Not >>27926769 but challenge accepted

>>27926858
Not >>27926925.
Am >>27926769
>Wha is pain, >>27926598?! If you read as well as you be poop, you'd know that pone were ass to Anon cuz they take Anon to be mean to them when he is not. My post said that they were angry at him for item he never did, and that thing he never did made pone not like him or make them feel sad. Real life is full of fucks who say stuff bout' human all the time cuz of stuff they thinks. i said it was just like real life. Did I say that good to understand, or do you need me to use tiny words?

Hey guys, would it be ok to repost my story ? I've changed it a little and got the words right .

>>27926950
Yes.

>>27926940
>angry
>never x2
>thing
>fucks
>human
>stuff
>thinks
>understand
You failed 9 times.

>>27926968
Corrections:
>mean
>not
>item
>fuck
>body
idk
>feel
>read

>>27926858
Simple English looks like a more good choice

What was hard ,>>27926598? If you read as good as you tell how things are hard, you know that ponies were bad to Anon because they thought he did not like them. I said it clear: they were angry at Anon for not liking them and feeling not liked, but he did not do it. There are many people who think bad about other people before they know them. They do it because they feel right. This is why I say the story is like normal life.
Was this easy for you to read, or do I need to make it more easy?

>>27927045
Still to complicated, but >>27926940 was pretty good: I understood most of it.

Maybe because I typed it.

>>27927098
Not creative enough:

What the fuck is your mess, >>27926598?! If you read as well as you moan and make a fuss, you'd know that many a pony was mean to Anon as they took Anon to be mean to them when he was not. My post said that they were mad at him for what did not do, and that what he did not do made many a pony not like him, made them feel sad. Real life is full of ones who size you up and put you down due to how they feel and what they see as true. That is why I said that the tale was just like real life. Was this easy for you to read, or do I need to use tiny words?

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It's bedtime for Lunas.
and for shitposters

>>27927132
>words
You tried
Any rgre related requests? Stuck with an illustration for a friend translation, might as well do something easy at a side

And after that - go to bed, Anons

>>27927191
But it's only 4:40!
I dun wanna!

"So what you're telling me is that all these ponies are upset with me because I go camping and don't try to fuck them."
>Twilight and the other Elements cringe slightly, unused to a colt using such forward language with a mare.
>"That's a crude way of putting it, but I guess you aren't wrong."
>You roll your eyes.
"Is there anything else you want to tell me? Like, what else am I unknowingly doing that's going to piss you little bastards off?"
>Rarity gasps at "little bastards" and takes an aggressive step forward, but Applejack sticks a hoof out in front of her and holds her back.
>The applehorse speaks up.
>"Well there's your language for one, Anon. Ah like hoopin' and hollerin' as much as the next mare, but that don't fly none when it comes to the fairer sex."
>You point a finger at her aggressively.
"I will swear if I god damn want to. What else?"
>Rainbow Dash hovers over, looking bored.
>"You like doing a bunch of mare stuff. You're always in the stands when there's a hoofball game, but everypony just thinks you're there for the attention."
"What do you mean, the attention?"
>"Well, what more does a mare want after a hard game of tackle hoofball? A nice cold cider and a delicious snack put together by a pretty colt who can rut them later."
>She flips onto her back mid-air and lazily smirks at you.
>"Come on, Anon. You're not even trying to hide it. You're there, cheering as loud as you can so that all the players will hear you and pay attention to you."
>You take a swipe at Rainbow Dash for being such a cunt, but she skillfully darts away.
>"That's not very nice, Anon. Are you mad that I'm right?"
>You're going to find where she lives and you're going to shit on her doorstep.
"Fucking whatever. Anything else?"
>Everyone's silent for a few moments before Twilight steps forward.
>"Well, there is one thing."
"What is it?"
>"It's the way you just... do things without letting a mare help you."

>>27927223
"That's because most of the things I do are piss-easy, Twilight."
>She grimaces.
>"Well, maybe, but you don't even give us a chance. How are we supposed to build up any kind of trust if you just ignore us all and do things yourself?"
>Applejack speaks up before you can yell at Twilight for being dumb.
>"She ain't wrong, Anon. It's a bit like you're spittin' in our faces, like you're better than us. Y'all are saying that you don't need a mare for nothing."
"Well, I don't."
>Rarity tries to walk up to you again, and once more Applejack holds her back.
>You stare her right in the eye, though.
>That's right.
>Fuck you too, Rarity.
"No, really. Things like chopping wood is a one-man job."
>Applejack shakes her head, nearly dislodging her hat.
>"Not things like that, Anon! 'Member when you were fixing your roof last month?"
>You nod; you were there.
>"Well, why the hay didn't y'all get a mare with a carpentry cutie mark to help you?"
"I don't have a lot of money, Applejack. How would I pay her?"
>"Heck, Anon! If the mare was any kind of decent, she'd help you out of the goodness of her heart."
>Rainbow Dash floats by and, with a sly wink, throws in her two cents.
>"A little reach-around wouldn't hurt either. Just invite her inside for a nice cold drink once she's done and give her a nice, firm rubbing."
>You swing at her again but miss.
>"Aww, are you worried about your reputation? Don't worry, kitten, she wouldn't tell anypony."
>You fucking hate Rainbow Dash.
>You don't change any of your behaviour just to spite her.

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>>27927223
>>27927236
Yes, this amuses me.

>>27927223
>>27927236
Two posts in and you made me hate Dash already.
More pls

>>27924998
I'm glad you liked it man. More's on they way, and I'll prob be the end of the prologue. I'll try to make it well written and satisfying.

>>27925096
_____________________it's a secrut________________
But considering the main FI story it'll probably be a little open ended. Also, thanks for keeping up so far, more's comin'.

>>27925212
"Luna! You need to... Prepare the toops the... gryphons are on... the horizon! Quickly!" You bellow whilst hooffighting a large green lizard creature and thinking about banging Anon.

>Anon is a genuine introvert.
>Being around others too long just wears him out, so he just avoids contact in the first place.
>Being pulled away from his home and have no other humans around intensified it.
>No haggling at the market, no small talk, non verbal or one word answers to questions, going out of his way to avoid ponies, etc.
>Ponies, being herd creatures, don't have an equivalent.
>Even ponies who dislike crowds like Fluttershy still strive for contact at least a few times a day.
>Anon can go days without talking to someone.
>Ponies assume he thinks like them and begin to worry.
>Is he ill? Depressed? What's going on?
>It can happen to mares every great once in awhile, but an antisocial stallion? Unheard-of.
>They try to meddle in his life and get him to open up to them.
>All it does is build resentment in Anon as his requests to be alone are ignored.
>It all slowly reaches a boiling point.

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>You are a very pink and usualy happy pony
>But today you are sad
>So you must be Pinkamena Diane Pie, or Pinkie, or Ponka
>The reason you 're sad ? Well, you just got home after visiting your parents
>Everything was nice until your father asked about future foals and your "coltfriend"
>Your family oriented, gentle, caring and strong Coltfriend
>You dont have one, but you cant tell your father this ( He would cry for hours in his room) So you just keeping lying
>It's not like you have a problem with stallions,
>hell, you have one in your bed almost every party
>but they aren't the ones you could bring to meet your parents proudly
>you tried to date respectable colts, even "normal" colts
>but it seems that your party life left you with a very bad fame
>every time you asked them to go out with you, they would glare at you and tell no
>it always left you sad but you never showed it, like mom said once for you and the girls "if you show people your true emotions it will be easier for them to hurt you"
>it was a very good advice but you think Maud took it to the heart
>After so long trying you gave up and managed to get over it, but what dad said today left you feeling that you will marry a slut like Doctor Hooves or no one at all
>sigh,you need to get these things out of your head,
>Maybe you should visit Anon, he always made you laught and didn't mind your craziness at all
>He also always has something nice to say for you
>Like "at least you're not mexican"
>You don’t know what a "mexican" is but you laughted anyway

>>27926043
> Anon checks on the few stallion friends he has
> Ends up doing errands they didn't have the chance to do before estrus season hit
> Visits other stallions, bringing them the food or soak they had run out of
> After estrus season, stallions have a much more favorable impression of him
> Invite Anon out for drinks every once in a while
> Anon keeps the mares at bay, and is a good designated carrier
> His drunk friends feel a lot of pity for the guy
> "We gotta find you a good mare, Anon. Not one of those buckfillies."

>>27927295
Has this been done before?
I hardly read any stories around here where Anon is an introvert and doesn't get all the pussy or instant friends

>>27927236
I like thing.

>>27927296
>you're Anon
>Also know as the Child Tamer
>today was a good day
>None of the kids break anything or got killed
>Hey! don't look at me like that, try taking care of 20 horse kids at the same time everyday
>yeah, life is hard for you.
>When you asked the girls for a job you expected a job like Police after all you're the bigest guy around (no puns intended), instead they gaveta you this
>It's not like you hate the job, or the kids
>hell, you loved the kids and the kids loved you
>they were like rpg characters, you could mold them like you wanted
>take Fast Ball for example, she is just 4 and already hate the things you hate
>Argentina
>but it is a very tiring job, you had to cook, clean, and play with 20 kids all day
>thank heavens they were so cute Otherwise it woud not be worth it
>As you Cook for the kids today you think of women, or the lack of them
>Being in ponyland for a year, you would fuck one of these ponies Without problem
>however you could not simple fuck one of them
>it would make you a slut in this rgre land, and you don't want the kids to have a bad example
>You thought of dating one of your friends but this would be hard
>Rarity annoyed you with her sexist talk, Rainbow was the same but she was more like the jocks back home, Twilight just wanted to "study" the human body and Fluttershy is so afraid and shy that when you tried to ask her out she got all red and fainted, they told you about Applejack but you haven't met her yet
>Ponka would be the best problaby
>you and her always laughed together about everything and she was the sort of crazy that you would stick your dick into
>but she always dated the "slut" stallions so you don't think she would want relationship with a man like you
>sigh, maybe you will end up alone just like cousin Icognito told you after all

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>>27927191
Shit, right at the end.
Also, mares at work. Crystal miners on a break? Tired, ragged, their coats stained with crystal dust.

>>27927295
this

>You heft your rucksack over your shoulder with one hand while closing your door with the other.
>Just as you're fiddling with the lock...
>"Hello, Anonymous!"
>You turn, smiling lightly as your fingers deftly engage the lock.
"Afternoon, Roseluck."
>She eyes the lock curiously for a moment, but then looks up at you with a bright smile.
>But her brow furrows in confusion when she spots your rucksack.
>"Are you going somewhere?"
>Strange.
"Yeah. I'm heading for a weekend of roughing it in the hills."
>You grin widely at her.
"I love how fresh and beautiful the countryside is here! Just me, mother nature, and the unobstructed stars at night."
>"Oh."
>Huh.
>She sounds a little disgruntled?
>Eh,
>Probably having her horse-period.
>...Do ponies menstruate?
>Shaking your head and dismissing the thought, you say your goodbyes to her and walk up the path.
>She's still looking at your retreating back with that odd look on her face.

>>27927337
Good! Now the hard part is to continui

>>27927383
>>Probably having her horse-period.
I laughed.

>>27927313
I would read that. So many possibilities (and thread is lacking of anon - rgre stallions interaction in term of talking and everything, mares mostly for the last N threads. Waiting for LaP updates)
>>27927295
And would read that. And others too

>>27927348
I'll try. Crystal pones or normal ones?

>>27927383

>ponies think Anon is too antisocial by their standards
>Twilight decides that this cannot stand! As the Princess of Friendship she needs to fix this!
>She tries to make Anon into her faithful student, complete with friendship reports
>Anon doesn't know what he did wrong and is confused

>>27927295
Would read a full story.

>>27927236
>It's the next day and you're walking back home from the market with a bag full of long, thick nails.
>It's about time you build a fence, and you're so tired of ponies snacking on your garden.
>You nearly jump out of your skin and drop your supplies when you feel a firm slap on your ass.
>"Hey there, sweet cheeks. What's in the bag?
>Rainbow Dash floats along beside you, deliberately matching your pace even though she can go much faster.
"My cock and balls. What do you want?"
>Rainbow Dash snickers and moves in front of you and starts flying backwards.
>"No need to get all moody with me, kitten. Is it that time of the month already?"
>If your arms weren't full of carpentry you'd swat her out of the air.
"I'm building a fence, you horse's ass. You little bastards keep getting into my garden and you eat all my plants!"
>"Geez, Anon. First you say you aren't into mares and then you surround your house with our favourite snacks. Everyone knows you're a slut, Anon."
>Oh fuck right off.
"Prove it, Rainbow Dash. Find me one mare I've stuck my dick into."
>"Whatever, Anon. I don't need to prove it, everything you do just screams "I'm a dirty tramp"."
>You finally reach your house where you have boards of wood leaning up against the walls.
>"Oooh, so you took our advice and found a worker mare, eh?"
>She elbows you and you shove her away.
>"I don't see her around. Is she inside or something?"
"Fuck off with that, Rainbow Dash."
>She just laughs and watches you set everything up.
>"She's not here huh? Is she bringing her friends to help out? Did you offer snack and cider, or are you going to help'em all relax by licking their clits?"
>You fucking hate Rainbow Dash.

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>>27927223
>>27927236
>>27927470
If you're trying to make me hate RD more than I already do, it's working.

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>>27927448
Crystal ponies are just normal earth-ponies. The characteristic crystalline shine of their coats is just a symptom of enduring magical pollution for too long.

Crystal 'Empire' is actually pony Norilsk.
The soil is so polluted with magic, anything grown in it (in greenhouses of course) has a small chance of spontaneously turning into frogs.
It would be a second Everfree if anything could grow there naturally. It can't because it's built in the most inhospitable land imaginable.
Only the mareliest of mares live there.

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>>27927470
Your Anon is pretty cool. Your ponies too.

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>>27927470
>"My cock and balls. What do you want?"
Anon I think you answered your own question
>pic aimed at RD not this glorious Anon

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>>27927448

>>27927470
I can't help but think that Rainbow Dash seems more than a tad tsundere to the resident Amazon stallion Anon.
She's practically pulling his hair and saying he has cooties.

>>27927499
Part of me is starting to think this is Dash's way of trying to say she's interested in Anon.
Still annoying as fuck.

>>27927516
>>27927577
Siberian miner mares?

>>27927470
That flying brat is failing too much at "cool 'flirting' with an independent and strong one"

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>>27927594
>>27927585
You don't say

>>27927499
>>27927470
>You're about 3 posts in when Twilight and her band of merry assholes comes marching over.
>"Anon, we just talked about this!"
>You ignore her and swing your mallet again to drive the post into the ground.
>"Rainbow Dash told me you had 6 or 7 mares helping you but I don't see any."
>Fucking Rainbow Dash.
>If these "Anon is a slut" rumours take off, you're going to mount her on your roof and use her to figure out which way the wind is blowing.
>Applejack speaks up with her heavy "20 minutes out of town" accent.
>"Ah think he's ignoring us, Twilight."
>You go for another swing but feel the mallet wrenched out of your grip.
>You spin around and find Rarity looking at you smugly with your hammer in her magic.
>"Anonymous darling, as cute as it is to watch you try to build a fence it's time you found a mare to do it properly."
>You reach out to take your mallet back but Rarity swings it out of your reach.
>"In fact, I-"
>SMASH
>The both of you stop and stare at the window that Rarity just shattered.
>Rarity drops the mallet and takes a few steps backward.
>"...as I was saying, dear, I think I will go to town and pay or somepony to build you that fence."
>You take a step towards her and she skitters back towards her friends.
>"And repairs your window! All free of charge! I'll pay for it!"
>She and her friends decide that it's time to leave.
>Rainbow cannot help but get the last word in.
>"Good luck getting him to rut you now Rarity. Too bad too, I'll bet he'd do anal too."
>You hear the faint sounds of Rarity groaning in disappointment.
>You fucking hate Rainbow Dash.

>>27927637
Diggy Hole 2.0

>>27927637
Good god.
Keep going, please.

>>27927652
The vastly improved version.

>>27927637
One of them really needs to let Dash know she is an insufferable cunt.

>>27927637
I didn't know it was possible to be any more pissed at ponies after the first 2 posts

>>27924017
Br detected

>>27927637
Surely Equestria has something similar to a restraining order Anon can get filed against RD.

>>27927637
Moar pls

>>27927774
>>against RD
>an element of harmony
>friend of all princesses
>national hero
>and one of the most important pones in an Equestria history because of Rainboom (proved by Starlight)

Try it. Oh, and >>27927637 moar, sleep can wait for that

>>27927637
Whether we're going further into ragetown or building up the intensity of the hate sex, the reply is all the same.

MOAR

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>"Fuck it. Let's do it ladies."
>You watched as Anon's hands teased Twilight's back by kneading the sensitive muscles around her wings
>For a few moments you just marveled at his hands
>There were so wonderfully adaptive you've noticed
>One moment they had the strength to rip signs out of the ground and bend metal we if it were clay and the next they could tease the most sensitive parts of a mare with no trouble at all
>"O-Oh my goodness," Twilight murmured, her wings twitching
>Anonymous was rubbing the small of her back with his thumbs now
>As he was doing that his pointer and middle fingers were lightly tracing where Twilight's wings met her back
>You couldn't help but feel a pang of pity as poor mare's hips bucks
>Anonymous was really going to drive the poor dear insane, as he had with you
>But unlike you, who had... experience in the art of lovemaking, you feared that Twilight was an unabashed novice in the act of intimacy
>That and those wings of her's were new additions, so even if she was somewhat versed in sex there was no way that she had ever felt what Anonymous was doing to her...
>You continued to watch as your friend's wings opened to full extension with each light touch and tickle
>These were not the wings of a pegasus, you realized, giving both appendages a once over
>The bone that ran up the both wings looked thicker than that of a pegasus, the feathers were wider and longer
>Though Twilight wasn't much of a flyer-- being a unicorn for nearly all of her life had made her prefer walking to flying-- there was very real definition in her back
>Her flight muscles were thick, corded muscle, and the only pony that you knew who's back could rival hers was Rainbow Dash and maybe a few of the Wonderbolts
>They were powerful wings, commanding wings
>They were the wings of an alicorn
>And Anonymous was using them to turn your dear, dear friend into a blubbering, red-faced mess
>The poor dear wasn't ready for something like this
>...

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>>27927652
>>27927656
>>27927671
>>27927683
>>27927774
>>27927811
It's me Austin! It was me all along!
Sorry friends, I've blown my creative load. I've been trying to write Rainbow Dash bugging Anon to give her a wing job ("Just the tip") for the last half hour and it's going nowhere fast.

>>27927904
ITS TIME

>>27927904
Dad's home!

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>>27927920
APA? Sis? Since when are you straight up god-tier??
Also pls pls pls
>Anon gets fucking mad and tries to sic other horses on the diggyholers.
>Tells them how Rarity came in and berated him and broke his window, pleads them for help
>But one of the horses that he is trying to provoke is a misohippic sociopath and sees his ploy for what he is.
>But also sees that he is a fellow brooding misohippic sociopath!
>Plays along and helps Anon with the diggyholers, spreads a rumor or two
>Lands a solid hit when Rainbow gets too friendly Anon 'calls for help' and she is 'conveniently nearby'
>All in public so the government can't just pretend nothing happened and RD gets community service

>"Oh what am I going to do, I've failed, I set out to help him socialize and everything went wrong!"
>"Not to mention that some of us have been rather 'invested' in your plans panning out"
>"You're lucky, Rares. You had to spill bits and I have to slave away here because of that slut!"
All three: >"Fucking Bon-Bon!"

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>>27927904
>Then again, though you could boast having relations with a number of stallions, you had never had anypony suckle on your horn as Anonymous just had...
>And after that was all said and done you had ended up in perfect condition
>...Mostly
"Anonymous?"
>The human, who was looking down at Twilight to judge her reaction to his ministrations, looked over at you
>There was strength in those bright green eyes
>Strength that went far beyond his gigantic frame and otherworldly strength
>It felt as though you were looking up at some grand monument, or even a mountain
>It was a quiet strength
>Quiet but undeniable
>You felt small underneath it
>Small yet not at all insignificant
"Though I'm sure that Twilight very much appreciates you concentrating your efforts solely on her back--"
>Twilight let out a groan, her legs twitching as he touched a particularly sensitive area
"--I have heard that a pegasus also enjoys when another touches the wings themselves. Just food for thought, dear."
>Anonymous raised an eyebrow thoughtfully
>You watched as one of his fingers traced up the joint on Twilight's wing, and up the series of bones that held the wing together
>Though even his arm wasn't quite long enough to reach the wingtip you could clearly see that Twilight was beginning to shake
>"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh," she whispered over and over and over again. "Oh sweet Celestia, oh sweet Celestia, oh sweet Celestia..."
>Her tail flicked out of the way, allowing you to see the treasure underneath
>Twilight's marehood was glistening in the sunlight, and each time she rose and lowered her hips you could see her lips twitch and spasm
>Your nostrils flared, taking in not only yours and Anonymous's scent but now Twilight's as well
>The alicorn groaned again as Anonymous ran his fingers through her feathers
>Her hips bucked again with greater force, giving you a view of her erect teats

>>27927920
>It's me Austin! It was me all along!

WHAT A TWIST

>>27927904

>>27927932
>>27927932
>>27927932

>>27927986
>It was, you'll admit, an alluring sight
>Possibly even a sight to salivate over
>You might have even continued to sit there for many more minutes, watching one of your best friends be pleasured by this bull of a stallion, when a whimper from your right made you turn your head
>"U-Um, Rarity?"
>You had never seen Pinkie Pie in such a state
>The party pony's mane, which was unruly on a good day, looked positively atrocious, sticking out every which way
>A thin sheen of sweat also covered the mare from the tips of her ears to the bottoms of her hooves
>There was also a hunger in Pinkie's eyes
>No, not a hunger; A need
>A desperate, burning need that had her body tense and her expression wild
>A need that you also found yourself feeling
"Did you need something, Pinkie dear?" you asked, trying to bite back a smile
>A whine escaped the earth pony's throat, her tail slapping against the dirt
>Her eyes darted to Anonymous's cock before snapping back to your face
>"C-Can we..."
>You smiled
"Of course dear, if you want we can--"
>Before you could finish your sentence Pinkie sprang forward, grabbing the ball bra that Anonymous still wore and ripping it off with her teeth
>The human's orbs, no longer supported, flopped down onto Pinkie's muzzle, much to her delight
>Anon twitched, muscles tensing, as Pinkie let out a happy groan
>You found yourself smiling at the sight, before your eyes wandered toward Anonymous's cock
>The sleeve looked even tighter now that you were as close as you were
>No doubt it felt uncomfortable; why, it could be even cutting off Anonymous's blood flow!
>Something like that wouldn't do!
>It wouldn't do at all!
>In fact you wouldn't allow it!
>As Pinkie busied herself with Anonymous's balls, lapping and sucking the orbs into her mouth as her nostrils flared, you gently pushed the pony party away a bit so that you could too reach your prize
>Your horn glowed as you leaned down and nuzzled the human's length
>Your musk was most powerful here

>>27927973
Since I decided to stop sucking so much shit. Come on, let's shut our whore mouths while Daddy tells his stories.

>>27928035
>Your juices had stained the sleeve, soaking Anon's cock
>Long after this whole mess was finished your stink would still be on him
>Every mare would know that you had taken him if the wind so much as picked up
>Your stench was so powerful that even if he hid himself underneath those clothes of his they would still know...
"Hmm~"
>You tugged on the sleeve as gently as you could, trying to slip it off
>But the fabric would not budge
>Your tail flicked in frustration as you began to tug a little more firmly, not wishing to destroy what you had spent so much time working on
>It would be a waste, and this sleeve was a thing of beauty
>Anonymous grunted as you tugged on it just a little bit harder
"Come on now... Stop being so difficult," you murmured. "If you would just... move at least a little... buck it."
>With a burst of magic you tore the sleeve apart, and with a flick of your horn the fabric was tossed away
>...
>To be perfectly frank you did not care all that much for that sleeve
>You could whip up another one just like it in the span of twenty minutes
>And since you had so uncouthly RUINED Anonymous's sleeve you would make him another one of course
>Though you were going to make sure to get proper measurements the next time~
>But that would have to be set aside for another day
>At that moment you had other engagements...
"There we are~" you cooed, drinking in the sight of Anon's naked, half-erect manhood
>The human was, slowly but surely, getting hard , what with Twilight groaning and grinding in his lap and Pinkie pleasuring below
>But not fast enough
>Not nearly fast enough
>You licked your lips, looking up at Anon's face
>The human's eyes were closed as he pressed Twilight against his chest
>You could see that he was running both of his hands along the alicorn's left wing
>His fingers grazed each feather, tugging and shifting and pressing
>Your eyes snapped to Twilight's right wing
>It looked immaculate, you realized

>>27927904
Oh, this is still get cutter get butter. Sorry I keep forgetting to say that at the beginning.

>>27928070
>There wasn't a single feather out of place, and not a single of of them were loose or broken
>There was a pile of feathers sitting next to him you noticed
>"A-Anon," Twilight whispered, rubbing his sides with her hooves. "A-AnON!"
>She tensed as Anonymous pulled a feather free and let it fall into the pile
>Her hips bucked as she let out a whimper, rubbing her cheek against the human's neck
>Anonymous's body shifted as he leaned down slightly to nuzzle the alicorn back
>Twilight's breathing hitched as he then tugged at another cluster of feathers
>"H-Holy horse apples..."
>Your friend looked up at the big human
>She reached up, shaking like a leaf, and wrapped her hooves around his neck
>A whimper escaped her throat as she tried to pull Anonymous downward
>Anonymous, twitching again as Pinkie let out a moan underneath you, allowed her to pull him downward until their foreheads were touching
>Aw...
>They were looking in each other's eyes
>And were they?...
>A different sort of warmth filled your chest as Twilight pressed her lips against Anon's
>From what you could tell there was no tongue in play; it was simply a heavy yet chastised kiss
>But even so you were prouder than the spoken word could describe
>...
>Your nostrils flared once more as Twilight moaned into Anonymous's mouth
>That moment, that delicate, lovely, wonderful thing was broken in an instant
>Now it was time to make an altogether different moment...
>You began to tease the head of Anonymous's stallionhood with precise, loving licks
>You took your time, savoring the taste of both him and you until his cockhead glistened with your spit
>Not giving the human time to get acclimated, you then ran your tongue from his tip down to his base
>Lapping at the area where his stiffening member met his groin for a few moments you then began to pull back, letting your tongue do it's work

>>27928161
>Your wet muscle traced every vein, every curve, wettening every inch of him
>Halfway up his length you started to kiss and suckle at him, pairing your lips with your tongue
"Hmm~"
>On either side of you the muscles on Anonymous's legs rippled as he tensed, letting out a groan that you could feel in your chest
>His cock twitched, wetly slapping you on the chin
"Easy now, darling," you murmured, taking another deep, deep breath as you planted a kiss on a particularly bulging vein. "We're almost there. Just a little longer~"
>Anonymous's musk was nearly drowning you now, making it very hard to keep your slow, methodical pace
>It was making your thoughts hazy and the heat between your legs unbearable
>Your heart fluttered as you felt his length hit the side of your jaw
>He was very nearly there
>Just a little more work and you'd be able to see him in all of his stunning glory
>Pace yourself, Rarity old girl
>You were positive that you'll be happy with the end result
>VERY happy
>With that thought in mind you continued to pull back, making sure that every inch of Anonymous was well taken care of and looked after
>As you neared his tip it felt as though his stallionhood was getting hotter and hotter
>Each needy throb became more powerful and each twitch became more pulsating
>Your chin and jaw were wet with a mixture of your spit and Anonymous's cum, and the smell was threatening to overwhelm you
>Just a little longer...
>Surely there was only an inch or two left...
>Anonymous twitched again, and you couldn't help but jump as his cockhead reared up and slapped you on the nose
"Oh! Hello there," you said with a giggle, looking down at the weeping, bulging, fat mushroom-like head that was dangerously close to your mouth
>Anonymous's cock twitched again, dragging up the side of your face and staining your cheek with a delightful amount of precum
>You cooed at the sensation, letting your tongue once again slip out to clean the cockhead of the offending substance