Anonymous in Equestria - Thread #1100 100 Threads In 2 Years Edition

>Tripfags in Equestria

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#OneDayOneShit

>Be Anonymous
>Be sound the figgity fuck asleep.
>No longer.
>"Anon!"
"zsnrkwhaa?"
>"Anon no time to explain! Come quick!"
>You barely have time to turn your sleepy gaze from the perturbed purple princess to lil Anon, standing proudly at attention, before you're bundled up in a cloud of magic.
>"It's Discord! Something terrible has happened! You need to write!"
"...Write?"
>You can feel an eye crusty or two tumble from your eyes when you blink sleepily down at your captor
>"Yes! No time to explain! Here!"
>You are unceremoniously dumped into a desk chair and a quill is shoved into your hand.
>Looking around, you can see that the other ponises have gathered as well.
>Well, the six of them anyway. Plus that new purple one, Jim Jones or whatever her name is.
>Also the big dra.. dracone... Old dragon dude. He's there too.
>"Write!"
>You turn to Twilight., desperation written (poorly) across her face.
>With something resembling resolve, you start to write.
>Suddenly Pinkie leaps into the center of her room, standing tall on her hind legs.
>She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jhUkGIsKvn0
>"Oh-hoh-hoh-hoooooh"
>"Oh-hoh-hoh-hoooooh"
>She's putting more into this than you expected.
>"Oh-hoh-hoh-hoooooh"
>"Oh-hoh-hoh-hooooah~"
>There's the briefest moment of pregnant tension.

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>>27931683
"Everybody was kung fu fighting"
>And just like that the room explodes into a colorful slurry of chops and kicks, with Pinkie at the center of it all.
>"Thoose cats were fast as lightning~"
>"In fact, it was a little bit frightening!"
>"But they fought with expert tiiimi-hing!"
>As you steal glances between lines you start to recognize the choreography on display.
>It's impressive.
>"There were funky China men! from funky Chinatown!"
>Is that Powder Rouge?
>"They were chopping them uh-hup~"
>Oh shit, she's helping the goatdragon!
>"They were chopping them down"
>"It's an ancient Chineighs art! And everybody knew their pa-hart!"
>"From a feinting to a slip,and a kickin' from the hip!"
>Oh dear lord you heard the bones crunch.
>As Pinkie goes into the chorus again the rest of the girls sing the 'Oh-hoh-hoh-hoooooh's for her.
>"Everybody was Kung Fu fighting"
>"Hoh!"
>"Thoose cats were fast as lightning~"
>"Hah!"
>"In fact, it was a little bit frightening!"
>"Hoh!"
>"But they fought with expert tiiiming!"
>They're kinda cleaning up shop now, and before long tQ and his stereotypically Neighsian accomplice lay in a heap, defeated.
>"Anon! That was amazing! Aaa little bit more violent than I was expecting, but we did it!"
"Carl Douglas was a genius and a scholar."
>"Wha... oh, nevermind!"
>Twilight is wingbonering, like, super hard from all of the excitement. She doesn't even notice.
>Makes the hug a little awkward, but Twilight a cute.
>After a harrowing explanation of just what the hell had been going on while you were asleep, you bid My Little Sailor Scouts goodnight and return to your room.
>And then you all had sex.
>Good end.

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>>27931689
>missed a meme arrow

>>27931683
>>27931689
http://pastebin.com/kpH9AjwU
Link for the active list. Done being a faggot now.

>>27931736
>active list
Hahahahaha

8ths gonna hang himself now

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>>27931833

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>>27931932

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>>27931959
kek lmao

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>>27932014
Would it be 'Here stands 8th'?
You know cause he's Australian
I guess you could say he's 6 feet down under

>>27931932
Anon gets to Equestria via suicide, and they all know what he did. No one wants to be his friend because he got the deads all over himself.

crosspostan
>>27931742
>Be Anon in Equestria.
>Twilight is being a silly pony again.
>Complaining about heat when it's already cool outside.
>You pick her up and walk down the street.
>You continue walking, and she continues to make silly pony sounds.
>You reach the horse hospital.
"Hey nurse, my friend needs a checkup, I think she might have the flu."
>"Okay Anon, we'll deal with it."
>You put Twilight onto a stretcher.
>She tries to climb off of it.
"Bad pony, you need a checkup. Stay."
>She wriggles and tries to escape.
>You tie her to the bed with some tubing and leave the medical ponies to their job.

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Daily reminder.

>>27932724
Anon is color blind. That makes him a horseracist in Equestria.

>>27933297
>Anon in Equestria
>Cannot tell ponies apart
>They accuse him of rascism
"Pony isn't a race you dumb niggerhorses!"
>Ponyville seccedes from Equestira over this immigrant/refugee crisis
>#Ponexit
>Then they remember that Anon was in ponyville to start with
>All knowledge of #ponexit is disavowed by the ponies after this
>Applejack is still ranting about "Dem damn dirty spacemans lusting after our women!"
>Despite appearances, she is not a crazy hick
>The alien-seekers and alien-haters are both very profitable markets that she wants to encourage
>Half of the alien sightings around ponyville are faked by her family to drive up business

this is a silly thread

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>>27933784
A silly thread about a silly man in a silly world, playing with silly little ponies

>>27933820
SO SILLY
crosspost
>Be Anon in pony jail
>You don't understand horse
>So you have no idea what any of these ponies are saying to you
>It's just a bunch of horse noises to you
>But you can tell this is a jail by the bars
>There was a full sized horse earlier with both wings and a horn
>It just looked into the cell and neighed at you for a while
>You tried talking to it, but that didn't do much
>You hope they figure out you can't eat hay soon

>>27933784
Yer a silly faggot.

>tfw some official at the RNC quotes Twilight Sparkle on television

What the everloving fuck is happening to this country?

>>27934921
Internet.

>>27934921
We're twirling towards freedom.

>>27934921
>tfw some official at the RNC quotes Twilight Sparkle on television

Please let there exist video evidence of this.

>>27935157
https://twitter.com/CNN/status/755475545048096768
0:23

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>>27935175

>>27935175
>real person
>real person
>real person
>real person
>fictional character
This whole week is going to be a gold mine.

>>27933784
the whole world is silly

>>27932505
Kek

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>>27933866
>Be celestia.
>This alien the ponice caught doesn't seem to understand you.
>And it isn't eating its hay.
>It just gives it to the guards and then scratches their heads.
>Well at least its friendly.
>Guess that means no probing...
>Oh well.
>You tell the guards you will be taking it back to the castle with you.
>You might be able to find a way to communicate with it.
>If not you'll make twilight find a way.
i can continue this if no one else wants to but ima shit write fag.

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>>27935629
Doitfgt

>>27933820
#OneDayOneShot

“I’m not silly.”
>”And I ain’t neither.”
>Despite the double negative you and Applejack sit indignantly, eyeing Rarity from the bench swing. Well half of you anyway what with the other sprawled across your lap.
“Who taught you how to speak English?”
>”A bald eagle in a tree.”
>With one hand you dig into her mane rewardingly scratching the back of her neck while the other fiendish claw teasingly tickles her exposed belly causing a snort.
>Rarity of course gives a smug ‘hmmm’ at your display.
>”You are quite right. The two of you are the spitting image of seriousness.”
>”Come off it, Rare, it’s been a busy day and I’m welcome to some down time.”
“And I need the money to not die.”
>Applejack wiggles to better face you, giving you her best tsundere impression.
>”Ya make it sound like I pay ya to lounge around on my porch.”
“You do.”
>”No, I pay ya to not talk and right now yer lookin’ at a heavy deduction.”
“See what you did Rarity? You got me in trouble with the boss lady.”
>”Ah, forgive me. I should have known this was a business matter.”
>”A fine business matter.”
“A terrible one.”
>”2 bits.”
“Aww, come on.”
>Your petting never ceases, your smile ever growing wider.
>”Really, dear, you can’t expect him to live off of just that.”
>Rarity jumps up onto the swing taking a seat beside you with that proud regal posture of hers. Your lappony eyes her with suspicion.

>>27936042
>”What are you up to?”
>”Nothing at all. As you said it has indeed been a long day and the idea of just sitting here relaxing is a tempting one.”
>She turns her attention to you, leaning into your arm and looking up to flutter her eyes while giving you a puppy dog expression.
>You remove your hand from Applejacks neck to pat the bouncy mane before lazily travelling down the pristine white coat although the pony below barks at the competition.
>”Ah ain’t keen to sharing.”
>You blow into her ear causing it to flick unwillingly and make her pause long enough for your tickling to transform into a gentle full body rub.
>Complacent again you now have a pony on each side.
“I don’t know, 2 hands 2 ponies. Her math adds up.”
>”Quite.”
>”Now who’s a silly pony?”
>”Mmm. I suppose I am.”
>Without any sort of retort the three of you sit like that enjoying the swaying song of creaking wood as day turns to night.
>In the quickly fading light you can just make out a pink pony approaching from the distance.
>You are going to need more hands.

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>>27936049
>alla dat
Fuck, man.

>>27931276
B-B-B-BOOP!

>>27935629
eh, just keep going.

from the depths of /mlp/
I summon thee
writefag: Durnk anun

Durnk, you're needed in >>27938220

>>27938306
I'm fairley drunk at the moment how can I help yiou sir?

>>27938783
anonpencil pls

>>27938802
guess agaim

>>27939106
bolding? 8th? vhatug? winter soldier?

>>27938306
Jeez learn to put things in the right place, it's not that hard
Go bring it over here where it belongs.

>>27939192
I love you.
Sometimes when I'm feeling sad I'll grab a bottle of vodka and Ctrl+F on generals for 'Durnk'.

I don't know why, but it always cheers me up.

May or may not be doing that right now

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>>27935629
>>27937915
ok, fine but i warned you it might suck.
>Be anon.
>For some reason the big horse took you to a big room with a really nice bed.
>She's making ton's of noises that you assume is her trying to talk to you.
>She then uses her magic to float a quill and paper's infront of you.
>She then begins to write on it.
>Somehow its perfect English.
>It says "Can you understand this?"
>You proceed to write back "Yes i can, Who are you, and where are we?"
>"My name is princess Celestia. And we are in my castle in Canterlot of Equestria. Now what is your name?"
>Canterlot?
>Equestria?
>Ok now you know you're ether on drugs, or your on another world.
>You decide to tell her your name, so you write "My name is Anonymous, and im kinda hungry can i get something other than hay?"
>She looks at you for a minute then reply's "Yes, stay here ill be right back with something. "
>With that she leaves.
>You decided its best to listen to her and just lay on the bed.

>You are now Celestia.
>So it appears that the creatures name is Anonymous.
>And he doesn't eat hay.
>What could you feed him?
>Oh you know what you'd like him to eat~.
>But seriously, what could you get him?
>He's not getting your cake you know that!
>Maybe he eats lettuce? You could have the chief's make him a salad.
>You should have asked him what he eats, but its too late now you're at the kitchen all ready.

Ok so i don't know how to continue this. Again im a shit write fag. Let me know what you guys think.

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>>27939289
Try drinking more booze, it'll loosen up your creative thinking.
>>27939192
Seems to work for Durnk. Btw, what is your choice drink for writefagging?

Not Durnk, but a cup and a half of Diet Coke and 3/4 of a cup of Gin works pretty well.

>>27939368
>>27939344

>>27939368
go to bed tex

>>27939387
Literally who?

>>27939387
>>27939399
Hey man don't ignore me.

>>27939475
>>27939387
Pretty rude DESU

>>27939399
literally cancer

>>27939626
No, you're cancer you stupid fucking Anon

>>27939106
>>27939192
>>27938783
You are not drunk. I am very, very, drunk right now and I can spell a sentence correctly. You are faking it.

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>>27939647

Okay, let's stop the cancer now, okay?
I have a green coming in a little while. Gimmie like 10-20 more minutes and I'll have it finished up.

>>27939693
I didn't say I was drunk, it's just a name.
Like how Tex is really a Mexican, or how Shermanator was an Abrams.
I only drink occasionally.
>>27939289
Keep going.
You do not have our permission to stop.

>>27939727
I'm sorry.

>>27939727
>Shermanator was an Abrams
I get it, kek

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>>27931276
Congratulations, AiE!

>>27939723
Okay, here's the green.
I'm the faggot op from the other thread that completely missed this thread when I was looking.

So I'll post the introduction here then, and the continue.

>Be Anon
>Be in Twilight's Library
>Hear that Celestia is up to some shit
>She always is
"Yeah, I left the bar because Celestia got drunk again. Why would she come all the way to Ponyville just to drink?"
>You watch as the purple book pony slouches down on the couch opposite you
>You ask if anything noteworthy happened
"Well, nothing happened before I left, so unless something happened after, then..."
>She says as she levitates a book off of the coffee table next to you and hovers it her way.
"I'm sure we'll hear about it in the morning."
>That's not good enough.
>You get up off of the couch just as she began flipping the pages in her magical grasp.
>You notice her peer over in your direction as she leaves your peripherals
"Where are you going Anon?"
"To the bar. I'm not going to wait until tomorrow morning to find out what happened. Why would I do that, when I can be apart of the fun?
>You put on your shoes by the door and straighten your tie
>Twilight magically throws you your blazer that was on the couch next to her.
"Okay, suit yourself. I'll see you in the morning then" she says unconcernedly, before re-affixing her gaze back to her book
>After giving your blazer a couple of shakes to help it adjust, you open the door and lock it, making sure to grab your keys off of the shelf before you shut the door and slide out.
>A dark summer midnight sky sets the tone for the night ahead.

>>27940060

>You approach the large doors of the bar in question
>Well, large for ponies, at least
>After crouching your way inside, you look up and notice instead of a loud party, a quiet, slow atmosphere.
>and fittingly, all the ponies laying in various poses asleep.
>You throw a glance towards the bartender, who in between drying a mug with a rag shrugs in response
>So, after assessing the situation, you approach the bartender
"So, I heard that not even an hour ago this place was bumpin'. What happened?"
>The bartender sets down his glass and picks up another one.
>"Celestia bought everyone a round a dis' really strong Cider. Mosht of the ponies started throwin' up not too long aftah. The others that didn't just passed out. And so did the one's who did"
>The bartender stops polishing the mug for a second so he could gesture out onto the scene ahead of us
>"They had quite the lewd dance party goin' on before the Cider kicked in. Shoulda seen it! Hooweee."
>You notice only a couple of ponies are still at the bar. All the others are passed out.
"Well, thanks for getting me up to speed, sir."
>"No problem. Hey."
>The bartender gestures you to lean in closer
>"Keep it bumpin'"
>He lets out a hearty laugh, and you can't help but smile in return.
>Smart-ass

>>27940060
>>27940066


>You begin stepping over ponies towards the stage at the back of the bar
>Most of the chairs seem to be pushed in and the tables tidy.
>Guess he likes his bar clean.
>Tripping over a pony and brushing yourself off, you notice a certain restless mane in the sea of technicolor ponies.
>You walk over what seems to be 6 or 7 multi-color blobs before you make it to what seems to be Princess Celestia, two stallions, and 5 empty but leaking mugs of cider all cozied up dog-piled on the floor
>I'm guessing the Princess needed a bit more to knock her out judging by the number of mugs.
>You brush the two stallions off, but not before hearing groans from both, and locate the Princess' regalia that must have come off in the rush
>Or was it lust
>You put back on her back left hoof garment, or whatever it is, and put her crown laying beside her overturned on your head
>You then crouch down and hoist her up into your arms
>Even though she's the heaviest pony around, she doesn't weigh more than one of the women back on Earth.
>That doesn't mean it's easy of course, as you give the bartender a nod on your way out the door, your back starts to hurt after you regain your footing outside of the bar's low archway.
>You take a second to look down at her. Her pearly white fur brushes up against your blazer as you appreciate the opportunity.
>You begin your short walk over to the train station.
>The final train to Canterlot departs in twenty minutes by the look of it, so better not take too long.
>But as you walk you do wonder why there aren't any of the Royal Guard around.
>And then you realize that nobody in the Castle probably even knows she left.
>You sigh and walk up the steps to the hardwood floor that leads to the teller.
"Two tickets for the last train to Canterlot, please."

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>>27940060
>>27940066
>>27940072

>As you board the train with the beautiful pearl pony in your arms, you observe your seating options
>Before you is the first class seating arrangement, and with nobody else on the train, the conductor and crew didn't say anything about not sitting there
>That might have to do with the Princess in your arms, but whatever.
>Ahead of you is a floor covered in red carpets, the windows draped in red curtains, and large U shaped seating that had the middle of the U stretched out with only room for maybe two ponies on the ends.
>These seats repeated three times down before the door to the other train car opened up.
>You lay tonight's Pearl Pony on the large section of the seat to your right
>You sit down furthest from the entrance on the same seat, and look out the window to your left into the dark Ponyville sky.
>Looking down in reaction, you notice 'Le Blanc Chérie' twisting, to better acclimate herself to the seat.
>You return your gaze to the window, and sigh.

>>27940060
>>27940066
>>27940072
>>27940081

So whaddya guys think? I'm not done yet, but I'm not gonna continue for a little bit, unless you guys want moar. Constructive criticism is appreciated. I know that I have a writing structure that if you read too fast can make you stumble, which I think is a bad thing, but that's my style so idk.

>>27940094
I think you should write more. No, no, not the generic 'write moar' but keep writing this to whatever conclusion you have cooked up as quickly as possible. Don't let that shit get out of your head and keep going while the tempo is fresh. Then the criticism will come.

>>27940060
>>27940066
>>27940072
>>27940081
>>27940256

>The train comes to a halt and you grab Celestia, being careful not to wake her, and step out into the dark night.
>You step onto the pavement and your dress shoes begin to clack against the cobblestone.
>You make your way to the castle stairs, and wince before the incoming fatigue.
>Each step you make takes a toll on your body. By the time you reach the top your legs feel like cinder blocks, and nearly collapse as you approach a bench to sit on.
> Sitting down gently, you let out a deep breath, relaxing as the pain subsides.
>Behind you is a giant fountain, and behind that, are even more stairs.
>Damnit
>You lay your head back on the cement behind you and take a breather.
>You let your left arm down a bit, which was painfully supporting Celestia's neck.
"You know, it'd be nice if somebody was awake right now to help me muster up the courage to continue."
>"Sure would, wouldn't it, dear Anon"
>You had noticed her open her eyes to take a peak when you sat down.
"Man, somebody's been pretty bad lately. Getting sloshed in Ponyville and not telling the Royal Guard?"
>"And what, my hero's come to whisk away the damsel in distress?"
>You both share a laugh, and you also take note at how she's still slurring her words.
"Let's get you to bed, shall we?"
>"You know, it's been centuries since someone has put me to bed, Anon"
"What happened centuries ago then? You weren't a filly."
>you say, getting up off of the bench and start making your way around the fountain and towards the stairs.
>"That's far too embarrassing a story to tell, especially as drunk as I am now. Another time, Anon?
"Sure, Celestia"

>>27940060
>>27940066
>>27940072
>>27940081
>>27940502

>You make it to the large doors of the castle, and Celestia uses her magic to open them just a crack for you to slip in with her.
>The guards on the stairs look in your direction as you enter, before Celestia drags the doors shut behind you.
>They stand at attention, albeit with surprised expressions, as to be expected, and let you walk by.
>They've always had a strange respect for you.
>Not everything in Equestria can pick one of the Princesses up, nor do the Princesses let them.
>So I guess that's why they're okay with you carrying the Princess around like she's a big, stuffed animal.
>You turn the corridor past the grand hall and continue into Celestia's room.
>You look down at Celestia, who appears to have fallen asleep again.
>You lay her down on the right side of her regal, four poster bed and crouch down beside her.
>You caress her forehead and muzzle with your eyes, tracing the curvature of her perfect form as you go.
>You extend your hand and rub your index finger along her cheek, the same way a person would attempt to make a suitable perch for a small bird.
>Standing up, you reach over and take off those metal hoof-shoe thingies and place them on the large dresser you didn't take note of as you entered.
>You place her crown from your head beside the regalia, and crawl into bed with her.
>Without thinking, you wrap your arm around her and your other under the pillow behind her.
>You decide to have a little rest with her after your journey.
>She owes you one.
>Big time.
>You'll only lay here for a moment, and then go lay in one of the guest rooms.
>But before you knew it, you were fast asleep.

>>27940060
>>27940066
>>27940072
>>27940081
>>27940502
>>27940508

Okay guys. Constructive Criticism and Opinions welcome. I won't share any of my own until I'm prompted, in hopes to avoid tainting your critiques.

crosspostan
>>27940529
>Changeling is spying on Anon
>Discovers the human secrets of 'self-love'
>Tries it
>Self-loving feedback loop makes changeling explode
>When the spy fails to report in, another is sent to investigate
>This is repeated over and over again
>Each squad sent to investigate is larger, hoping to rescue those sent before
>Each squad goes pop after learning to fap
>Anon is accidentally the cause of a genocide
"I told you ponies to stay outside, but you didn't listen."

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>>27931276
>PiE corner

I must of missed a thread. Are PIE threads no longer a thing and now just absorbed into this one?

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>>27940617
They couldn't survive on their own so they just moved here.

>>27940515
Liking it so far. Though, it's entirely unnecessary to link every prior post in each story post. Just link to the last one. Except in a closing/stopping point post like the one I'm replying to right now, in which case by all means link them all.

>on your way home from a midnight stroll you notice a strange teal glow coming from the park.
>contemplating the possibilities you decide to investigate in hopes of finding something exciting.
>as you get closer to the mysterious light, it slowly inches away from your every step.
>following it behind some trees, you don't even notice the world shift around you.

Day 1 in ?????????

>you finally reach the beguiling illumination only to find it was a glowing leaf the whole time.
>reaching out to it, the air around you cools to a chill and strange whispers fill your head.
>grabbing it, the whispers cease and your hand becomes ice cold.
>upon closer inspection, you notice strange runes etched around-
>the sound of a twig snapping and birds fluttering away draws your attention away from the leaf and towards the seemingly endless darkness in front of you.
>just moments ago you were in a park, now a forest of evergreens surrounds you.
>the change in scenery only gets a few thoughts out of you, as the glowing eyes just a few feet away seem more important.

>>27940763
Errors mock my attempt, I will return with corrections!

If anyone is interested of course.

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HEY I WROTE SOMETHING.

=Familia 3=

“Wait, wait, hold on.”
>Princess Celestia looks through her bangs at you. “Yes Twilight.”
“Something here doesn’t add up.”
>Annymous folds his hands in his lap and smiles. “You’re one of the most brilliant minds here, what do you mean exactly?”
“Where does all this fit in with the myths of our world? This was obviously before the Changelings or Sombra, but is it pre-Equestria? Had the wendigos even arrived yet?”
>Anonymous chuckles dryly. “Yes…before all those things. Far before.”
“And where does this mysterious alicorn, this…”
>”Partner.”
“Partner of yours, fit into it?”
>He smiles at you, beard moving as he does. “She prefers an air of privacy to her work and prefers to let the plants grow without her constant care, however that was not the last I saw of her. As for your other question…”
>He turns to his side. “I believe Celestia was quite knowledgeable about that topic in the past?”
>The princess laughs. “Daddy I was a little girl, I didn’t have all the information yet.”
>”Ah I remember you were not too far off, would you care to teach a new student?” he says, gesturing to you.
>Princess Celestia strokes her chin with her hoof and looks off into the middle distance. “Hmm…how exactly did it go…?”

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>>27940879
“Luna!” you call.
“Luuuuuna!”
>”Watch out, Tia!”
>You freeze in place and duck down as Anonymous steps over you, whisking a bowl of dough as he does.
“Daddy are you busy? Do you need help?”
>He goes to the back porch and beats a hanging quilt with a spoon. “I’m fine, sweety! Do what you were doing!”
>He was always so busy on days like today…
>You trot back over to the living room and look around.
“Luuuna!”
>”Down here…” you hear.
>You quizzically look underneath the sofa and spy Luna down underneath it, wrapped in a blanket.
“Luna? What are you doing down there?”
>”Staying out of daddy’s way…” she says.
“Nonsense.” You say. “We’d never be in daddy’s way like that.”
>Luna squirms down there. “I don’t want to make him drop food…”
“We’ll sit on the couch, silly. Now come out, it’s time for your lessons.”
>”Okay…” she says, and then begins scooting her way out from underneath the sofa.
>You hope up on the couch as daddy continues to maneuver around it and help Luna up as well, she wasn’t quite tall enough to get on her own yet.
>The big book of historical notes, ones you’d either remembered and written down or Anonymous had told you, was on the end table next to you. You grab it with your magic and float it over.
“Do you remember where we left off last time?”
>”Maths?” Luna answers.
>You nod.
>Since daddy had been so busy taking care of you both, he’d given you the grown up chore of teaching Luna her lessons.
“Today will be history! Do you want to know how all this came to be?” you ask, gesturing at the house.
>”Uhm…daddy built it.” She said.
>You giggle.
“No silly. Well, yes, kind of, but he had help! From mommy.”
>Luna tilted her head to the side, she had no memory of your mother.
>You open the book to remind her.

>>27940882
“Our mommy was powerful and majestic, she had magic inside her that could do anything or make anything, and she flew around the cosmos doing what she please.”
>Luna looked confused.
“Cosmos is the sky where the stars are.”
>”Ooooohhhh.”
“Anyway, mother flew through space creating things. She created big things and small things and one day, she created us! And the world.”
>Luna looks out the window as the sun begins its descent in the sky. Even if you couldn’t see it all the time, you could feel it. You never knew why…
>”The WHOLE world?” Luna exclaims. You nod.
“The whole thing. Anyway. Mother made us, but she ran into a problem. She was best at creating things, but didn’t believe that she should stay around and fill out heads with EVERYTHING she was, she didn’t see herself as a teacher.”
>You turn to a more appropriate page in your book, one of star drawings.
“What mother needed was someone she had -never- created, someone who didn’t have a trace of her in her, and as luck would have it, she found one here on the planet!”
>”That’s daddy, right?”
>Behind and in front and all around you, Anonymous picks up things, sorts the room out, cleans this or dusts that, and is always back in the kitchen to stir dinner exactly when it’s needed.
“Mhm! As luck would have it, daddy arrived here completely by chance right after the world finished forming. Mother found him and they became friends.”
>”Are you talking about me, sweety?” you hear.
“I’m telling Luna the story, daddy!”
>”Only the good parts!”
>You chuckle, you thought the entire story was quite good.
>”Cewestia?”
>You look down at your little sister.
“Mm?”
>”Why doesn’t mommy come back…?”
>Ah…

>>27940887
“Well…Woona…we don’t know.” You say.
>You remembered your mother a bit, mostly how busy she was with everything and the day she said she was going to be delivering you here. You remember feeling sad, the saddest you’d even been then, because you felt like such a burden on your mother.
>After you met Anonymous though and he took such good care of you, he explained it.
“Well Luna…everypony has something that they’re supposed to do, a reason they get born. Mommy’s reason was to make new and exciting things, and daddy’s…”
>You look over as Anonymous prepares dinner, you smile.
“Daddy’s is to take care of those things so they grow into something new. So that he takes care of us, so that there are even MORE new things in the world. Do you understand?”
>Luna shakes her head no.
>You giggle and pat her head.
“You’re silly.”
>”Nuuuuu!”
“You’re a silly filly!”
>You poke Luna in her tummy with your hoof, to which she grips her tummy and giggles.
“Now, Luna, one last thing for today’s lesson.”
>Your sister stops giggling and looks up at you with her big blue eyes.
“One day, maybe soon and maybe not, we’ll learn what WE have to do on this world. And when that comes, we have to promise that we help each other fulfill our destinies and make mommy AND daddy proud! Okay?”
>”Yay!” Luna says.
>You bend down to nuzzle her and she grabs onto your snout.
“That’s my LSBFF.”
>”Girls! Dinner!” you hear daddy say.
“Come on, Woona!”
>You float her up and carry her to the table so the entire family could eat together.

>>27940895
>You listen intently as Princess Celestia finishes her tale. Anonymous pets her mane.
>”A colorful tale, though not inaccurate. You were always such a smart little filly.” He says chuckling.
>You ponder the tale in your mind.
“So…this mother of yours, she made the world and then left you here to be raised by Anonymous.”
>Celestia nods. “She felt that his unique traits and characteristics would give us the best foundation for our destinies as princesses.”
>Anonymous looks into the middle distance for a moment and seems to become lost in the space, but quickly returns.
>”She was my first real friend here. I don’t like to toot my own horn, but I’m very proud of who my girls have become.”
>Celestia grins like a schoolfilly and nuzzles Anonymous again.
>”But…” he begins. “The sun should be setting soon and not as young as I used to be. I’ll see you next time, Celly.” He says embracing her back.
>”And you, Twilight Sparkle, I hope to see you again very soon for another lesson.”
“Well these have certainly been…illuminating, Anonymous.”
>You’d learned more in a few hours than you thought you knew about the world, you HAD to come back.
>Anonymous sees you and Celestia to the door and waves at you both the entire time it takes you to get over the hill. As you leave sight of the small cabin Celestia and Luna used to call home, you feel slightly less warm inside, as if something was missing.
>That absence let you think of something.
“Princess?”
>”Yes Twilight?”
“In that story…when you and Luna promised to help each other, what happened when sh-“
>Celestia interrupts you by flapping her wings and taking to the sky. “Let’s not keep the carriage pullers waiting, Twilight!” she says.
>Wha-!
“Princess, wait up!”
>You take off after her, or try to if your dumb wings would listen, and your question dies on the early night air.

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>>27940898
PASTEBIN UPDATED:
http://pastebin.com/u/Mandroid
FOR 8TH: http://pastebin.com/AQ5LvzyV
THOUGHTS?

I GOT THIS CRANKED OUT ON TOP OF A BUNCH OF OTHER WRITING PROJECTS I'VE BEEN KNOCKING AROUND YOU ALL WILL NEVER SEE. ALL IN ALL IT WAS A CUTE CHAPTER OF CUTE THINGS THAT HELPS SET THE TONE. HOPEFULLY I CAN SOON STOP DOING THOSE ANNOYING FUCKING PRESENT DAY PARTS.

I'VE BEEN RUNNING OF VERY LITTLE SLEEP, HAVE A TURD THE SIZE OF A CAT INSIDE ME THAT'S GOING NOWHERE FAST, AND HAVE WORK IN 11 HOURS.

I HOPE TOMORROW GOES BETTER FOR ALL OF YOU THAN IT DOES FOR ME.

PEACE.

>>27940911
Do you hang out on /pol/ Mandroid?

>>27939693
>Typing on a phone with the bedspins is easy.

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>>27939344
Cant drink anything at the moment cause i dont got anything too drink...

>>27939727
Ok ill get back to work, until im done look at this trixe.

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>tfw planned to write when I hit drunk but instead got sleepy drunk
Goodnight AiE.

>>27941386
>i dont got anything too drink
As someone who has to go through a week of sobriety, I'm so sorry.

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>booze
>not devilgrass
It's like you people don't even want to experience the miracle of PB&J waffles.

>>27941539
>pb&j waffles
Take some chocolate chip eggos, toast them and put a slice of american cheese between them. Then microwave it for 30 seconds.

I like it at least.

>>27941767
It's even better if you add 2 slices of bacon.

>>27941398
Its been a month! It sucks! Oh, and i still haven't written shit yet...

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>>27941539
I bet you don't even put mcdonalds bbq sauce on pizza.

>>27942021
What else would you use it for?

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>>27939289
>Be anon
>You're so fucking bored!
>You've looked around the room for something to amuse yourself, but there is nothing.
>You've also determined that these are pony's because there so small...
>Thats how it works right?
>All of the sudden, you hear hooves out side the door.

>Thow are luna.
>And thow are- Oh screw this!
>And YOU'RE outside your sister's room, when you hear rustling from inside.
>She better not be eating cake in there!
>She's supposed to start eating better!
>you swing open the door.
"Tia you sa-... "
>There is a weird creature sitting on your sister's bed...
>And its waving at you...
>And smiling...

>Be anon.
>OH MY GOD THAT ONE LOOKS SOOOO CUTE, ITS ALL SMALL AND BLUE AND OOOOOOH!

>Be celestia.
>You're returning to your room with a salad, when you hear moans from inside.
>"Oh yes~, right there, thats it~."
>You swing open the doors to find your sister laying across anonymous's lap, while he scratches her belly and ear.
>...
>Seriously...

>Be anon.
>And you are the happiest human ever.
>You were laying on the bed when the cutest lil pony walked in.
>You say little, but shes at you're chest in height.
>Anyway she walked in and started inspecting you.
>So you started scratching her ear.
>Next thing you know, you have a pony makeing cute noises on your lap while you scratch her, and rub her back.
>You like this one.

>Be luna.
>Best.
>Massage.
>Ever!

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>>27931276
>1100
>11
>00
>12
It's time to come home, Anon

>>27942150
Grammar needs a lot of work. If you're any older than 8 I'd be pretty embarrassed. It was cute though.

crosspsotan
>>27942226
>Be Anon, generic human.
>At home, listening to musics on your Ipads
>You have to use several of them because they don't have all that much space to hold music on them.
>So you bought one for each genre like a numpty.
>Anyway you're listening to them play your tunes while doing your paperwork.
>Just because you got dumped on another world won't stop you from needing to do your accounting.
>Wait.
>What's that pony doing with your Ipad?
"Hey! what are you doing?"
>The grey pony flees.
>You chase after her, the Ipad blaring an orchestral rendition of Yackety Sax.
>As you both run, several passer-by ponies turn and look
"Get back here you little thieving bastard!"
>Some of the other ponies try to help out.
>They join you in your chase through the town.
>A trail of destruction snakes both through and around buildings, over carts, and eventually into the town castle.
>Where the resident Princess is promptly trampled under half the town's residents.
>Her guards join the chase.
>Music breaks the silence of the vast library within the castles, books being violently knocked off of the shelves.
>Which are soon also knocked over and topple like dominoes, spilling their contents further.
>The chase has already left the vast stacks by this point though.
>And trampled the Princess a second time on the way out.
>A small dragon that was tending to her is snagged on the dress of one of the chasing townsfolk and dragged along for the ride.
>It's going to be one of those days.

>>27942150
>>27942331
Hell of a lot better than I could manage when I was 8.
Maybe I was just a stupid as a child?

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>>27942150

>>27940060
Holy shit. I'm the OP of this story, and rereading it after waking up from last night points out some glaring errors. I guess those proof reading tips like leaving and coming back or getting a friend to read through really do help.

>You step onto the pavement and your dress shoes begin to clack against the cobblestone.
>Pavement
>Cobblestone

>You walk over what seems....I'm guessing the Princess...You brush the stallions off...
>I'm
>Everything else has 'You'

Protip, save time to step away for a bit and proof read before you post, or just don't be an idiot. Surprised though that nobody caught on.
>Implying anybody read my green

>>27941206
Hang? No.
But Moonman is the hottest rapper out there right now.

>>27940763
I thought your story was well worded. Your word choices flowed well together, actually making me envious, so enjoy that. I'd read more if you decide to write any.
No but seriously,
>reaching out to it, the air around you cools to a chill and strange whispers fill your head.
>grabbing it, the whispers cease and your hand becomes ice cold.
>the change in scenery only gets a few thoughts out of you, as the glowing eyes just a few feet away seem more important.
Those were pretty good man.

>>27940879
I think your writing was fine, grammar was ok, and didn't really notice any structural irks. The only thing I would mention is
>“Well…Woona…we don’t know.” You say
I feel like should end with "You say teasingly", because Celestia can already pronounce Luna's name, and saying that she said it teasingly the first time allows the reader to know she's doing it teasingly from this point on.
The jump from past to present could have been a little more defined though, as I had to reread when I realized we switched back to Twilight.
All in all, nice story.

>>27939289
Super cute, thanks for continuing. Grammar could use some working on, but it wasn't as bad as that other guy said. I like how you used the bouncing of viewpoints to set up a better narrative of the story. Pretty good green if I do say so myself. Please continue if you may, I feel like more cute things are dying to be written.

>>27942389
Pretty funny, Durnk. I feel like that was written with a level of consistency I'm not sure I could achieve.

>>27942805
in north america 'pavement' just means 'road surface' which COULD be cobblestone

>>27943548
I was meaning to write road though. Oh well.

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Continuing from http://pastebin.com/4A7K0Rj8


>Charging towards the gates of the city, scattering the peasants, you see three guards.
>One of them spots the aggression in your charge and readies his spear, moving to intercept you.
>A dodge to left evades the spear and a slap to the face with the flat of your axe puts him down.
>The remaining two ready themselves for combat.
>A boot to the jaw crumples one like an empty sack.
>An underhanded swing impacts the other.
>But instead of a meaty thunk and spray of blood you were expecting there is only the screech of tortured metal and dull thud of the guard hitting the gatehouse.
>Confusion halts you, as the guards groan insensible on the ground.
>"What in the world..."
>An inspection of the axe reveals it to be blunted but not that badly.
>The guards. They're wearing plate armor, fucking plate. No smith can make that. Unless....
>"Wizards" Practically hissing the word.
>Your axe is just tempered iron and more often used to chop wood than enemies.
>Expression hardening, you resume your advance into the city at a swift jog.
>Muttering under your breath "Never easy, bloody never."

>>27944028
>You are Celestia and you've finally got your sister to stop pouting.
>Even if you did have to bribe her with her favorite foods.
>Your thoughts are interrupted by one of your guardsponies charging into the room and locking the doors behind him.
>Looking at him curiously, the startled stallion quickly bows.
>"Your majesties, there is an intruder in the castle. For your own-"
>Suddenly part of the door explodes inwards, splintered wood and doorknobs scatter across the floor.
>Looking up just in time you catch sight of a huge axe withdrawing through the hole.
>The doors slam inwards with a hollow boom, one of them catching your guard in the face knocking him out.
>In strides a huge but rather skinny ape wearing what appears to be a dead manticore.
>Too shocked to move, you watch with wide eyes as the ape lowers himself to one knee.
>"Fair Maiden! I heard thy cries for help and have come to rescue you- Oh I didn't realise there was two of you..."
>"HUZZAH! A brave hero hast come to save us from this drudgery!"
>"Luna!"
>Oh you haven't scrunched this hard in centuries.

>>27944039
>It seems there's two maidens. Large ones. That makes things difficult.
>Why did you have to invade the castle of an evil wizard who is actually proficient at kidnapping.
>Well if in doubt improvise. That's how you got to be a king. And how you stopped being a king.
>Tying your axe to your belt, you point at the dark blue one.
>"Alright, you cling on to my back"
>The blue one seems giddy with excitement at being rescued, maybe she'll show her appreciation later.
>Picking up the white one bridal style, you make for the door but don't make it two steps before she starts moaning.
>"PUT ME DOWN AT ONCE! THIS IS-"
>"Yadda yadda, not how you treat a blah blah blah. Save the complaints until after I've rescued you."
>Your muscles protest as you jog through the halls, gonna feel it in the morning.
>The blue maiden is still giddy but her friend has been sputtering for the last three minutes.
>Rounding a corner you encounter a host of guards.
>"THERE HE IS!"
>"HE'S KIDNAPPED THE PRINCESSES"
>"GET HIM!"
>A literal tsunami of guards engulf you before you can so much as swear.
>Going down in a tangle of limbs you flail, kick "OW! He's biting me! HELP!" and bite anything in reach
>Grandma Anon always taught you to fight dirty.
>"ENOUGH OF THIS!"
>A sudden flash of golden light, you feel something slam into you hard.
>"Fucking... wizards..."
>Blackness take you.

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>>27944044
Holy fuck, top kek. That last post had me rolling. Nice one, He-Anon.

>>27940515
As that other anon said keep the replies to a minimum.
It was an interesting start, has the potential for a 'Dude where's my car' or 'Hangover' style of 'what happened last night' case solving or like a mystery where Anon keeps trying to find Celestia but keeps getting rumors to another lead.

Overall it played out alright. My biggest recommendation would be to cut out the uses of "I" when not talking. It kind of cuts the flow. Instead you could try cutting the sentence short like changing "So I guess that's why..." to "Guess that's why..."

In short do a few minor changes and keep writing. I will definitely check out your next idea.

>>27944333
>"So I guess that's why..." to "Guess that's why..."
It was all supposed to be in first person anyways, so it was supposed to say "You guess that's why"
I appreciate the criticism.
Now I feel bad. That whole stringing Anon along to find Celestia idea would have been better.

>>27944459
I wouldn't say better. Another take on a similar idea.

>>27942117
mcnuggies

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>>27944814

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f3fKGAAY6RE

>"Good heavens, are these pony cadavers?" Nightlight asks.
"Indeed they are!"
>"What in equestria do you intend to do with them?"
"To life, to life, I'll bring them!" you say motioning to the corpses. "I'll bring all these dead men to life."
>Twilight chimes in "He's found a way for surviving them-"
"Really reviving them."
>"He can do it. To life, to life, he brings them."
"I really do bring them to life. I have a genius with chemicals-"
>"Also polemicals." she says.
"Yes, it's true there's been strife."
>Night Light tilts his head in confusion and shock.
>"This is really the most shocking thing I've ever heard and I have heard a few!"
>"Oh, it's really not so shocking. If you were a dead pony, you might like it too." Twilight explains to him.
"To life, to life, I'll bring them with one small injection LIKE THIS!" you say, driving a needle into one of the corpses.
>"Think of it, Papa, we'll never die, live for forever-"
>"My!" he exclaims.
"'Cause I bring them to life!"
>Night Light's expression changes to one of impression.
>"Well, I must say this is amazing."
"I began experimenting on small animals of various kinds and perfected a solution which reanimates dead tissue."
>"See, Papa?" Twilight says, pointing to the solution remaining in the needle.
>"Yes."
"When I was sure my solution worked, I began to test it on pony subjects."
>"Here, Papa." Twilight says, handing the needle to Night Light.
>"Hmm, that is fascinating!"
"And in the end I was even able to convince Redheart that my methods were sound."
>One of the corpses starts to move, slowly rising to its hooves.
>"And here she is!"
>"To life, to life, he brought me!" Redheart says.
"Hah, I brought Dr. Halsey to life. Of course I first had to kill the pony with some ingenious plan."
>"He just shot her-"
"Okay! It's true I shot her. I shot her but brought her to life. She has no reason to want to live. I do; she's yours to give, Twilight here, as my wife."

>>27945138
>Twilight leans over to Night Light.
>”Oh, Papa dear, I want to marry Anon since he has the power once reserved for gods!”
>”I never could say ‘no’ to you my darling, even though Anon should face Tartarus!”
>You and Twilight say in unison.
“To life, to life, we’ll bring it!”
>”A marriage-”
“For better-”
>”Or worse.” Night Light says nervously.
“And if that life has no quality, still there's the quantity. We will bring it to life!”
>Red Heart simply stands there, saying “die” for several seconds.
>”Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.” she spurts out.
>“Death is sweet to sou fhtagn. Dance and know that even death can wither and die. Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn. Death will surely come to fhtagn. Dance and know that even death can wither and die!” she yells.
>”Even life eternal is not time enough to see all the folly and despair of all humanity!”
>She carries on screaming and moaning, who knows what about.
Just felt like writing this because it was fun.
You have to listen to the song.

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>>27945146
Huh, kek.

Give me some ideas fuckers!

>>27945435
Oh you wanna play that game?
Fine.
Anon makes a reaction video
If it's a shitpost you lose.

>>27945435
Anon is the sole writer for Equestria's biggest (and only) TV show

He is out of ideas and they need a script in two days.

>>27945126
u ok?

>>27945497
>Has no script
>Actors are milling around waiting
>He has the camera crews film them anyway
>Invents reality TV
>Is banished to Tartarus for his crime

>>27932207
I'd like to read a story like that. It'd probly be all the many feels tho

>>27945915
>"Ewww, it's a corpse!"
>"Don't touch it, you'll get sick."
>"A dead body? That's sorta hot"
>"Go take your weird fetishes somewhere else, Golden Harvest."
>"I'm just sayin'."
>"Go home Goldy."
>"O-okay."

>>27945972
"I'm write here you know. I can hear what you are saying."
>"I thought the dead couldn't hear!"
>"So did I. Did we make that one up?"
>"Do they still eat flesh and die when exposed to cabbage?"
>"I don't know where the lies end anymore."
>"Do they still have rigor mortis in their privates?"
"I'm just gonna go."

>>27945887
flawless victory

>>27942331
Sorry i was tired, and English was not my first language.

>>27945485
#OneDayOneShot

>With video camera at the ready you prep to record Rainbow Dash and Applejack’s fight for Best Pony, much to the annoyance of a purple unicorn.
>”Anonymous, what are you doing?”
“I’m recording the fight so that I can use it for my reaction video later.”
>”Isn’t the point of those things to give a genuine reaction on camera? How can you react to something you already know seen?”
>You laugh and pat her little head.
“Oh Twilight, so naïve. The whole point is to be over the top and say something ridiculous. No one cares about the opinion.”
>”That doesn’t seem right.”
“Trust me, I’ve been doing this for years. Look, tell me Applejack won.”
>”Uhhh, Applejack won.”
>Immediately you drop the camera and sap all energy from your body.
“So t-that’s it then? Rainbow Dash lost?”
>You give a halfhearted smirk while a soft mist covers your eyes.
“How could she lose?! I, I didn’t really think it was possible; she is the best…she /was/ the best.”
>The smile dies and you wipe up a tear.
“I was counting on you, Rainbow. Now though…now…I can’t root for you. I don’t think I can ever root for you. I really didn’t want it to be this way, but Applejack IS best pony.”
>Aaaaand scene.
>The tears completely disappear and you smile at Twilight as your usual self.
>”That’s evil.”
“It’s a gift.”
>”I don’t see how anypony would want to watch that, especially knowing you were faking.”
“See, and that’s where you fail. All of the diehard Dashfans are going to see the video of a supposed Dashfan and get so upset that I jumped ship because she lost. Then they will spread it to other Dashfans as a symbol of unfaithfulness in order to lessen the sting and rally together against me. Meanwhile the Applefans are going to be loving the victory and use it as a weapon against the Dashfans. It will become a weapon for both sides and I will just sit back collecting the money.”

>>27946835
>”If I didn’t already know better I would ask how you can live with yourself.”
“Meh, it’s not like any of this really matters. Neither of them are best pony anyway.”
>Behind a tree a devastated Rainbow Dash desperately tries to keep herself together.

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>>27946846
Wow, holy fuck. Do you have more stories? That was great! A little bit of everything, bravo.

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>>27946926
>Not sure if serious

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>>27946846
>Appol isn't best pony
Pretty good otherwise

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>>27946997
4chan has made us all cynical, fellow horsefucker.
I was in fact being serious. If that person has a pastebin, I need it nao.

>>27946846
What if Anon only referred to ponies by number? Changing the rankings as he saw fit while they all struggled to outdo themselves and be number one.

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>>27947226
Oh damnit. I was hoping you were faking so I could use this picture.

I'll have to tell you tomorrow.

>Appol is best pony
Pretty good otherwise

>>27947243
The only winner is Chrysalis. She keeps getting #1 but Anon thinks he is picking different ponies.

>>27947359
It also helps that she's willing to take it up the butt. Which is Anon's criteria for the number one spot.

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>>27947359
>I'll have to tell you tomorrow.
What mean?

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I've recently been informed that the archives have been fucking up and that you guys were looking for older nuked stories. I have some from way back when I used to stuff stories into notepad files to catch up on the go when I was a schoolfag back in mid 2012.

I'm going to upload them for you guys, but the thing is a lot of these may not even be complete nor all here. I hope that's cool with you guys.

>>27947411
Drury Lane pls

>>27947411
>Using .txt
>Not using Google Docs
Take a step up in the world, grandpa.

>>27940911
I'm really curious as to what this story is going to be once it starts rolling. So far I've got no clue as to the direction; but in Mandroid we trust!

>>27947384
And it's a fresh butt or at least looks like one.

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>>27947809

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saving AiE with AiE comics

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>>27947809
>>27947861
>>27947929
>>27947971

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and as mysterious as I had shown up, I vanish

>>27948119
Thanks FartAnon.

crosspostan
>>27947665
> /k/Anon hires ponies to build him guns
>Ponies are not good at violence
>Each time they build a gun, they do something horribly wrong
>Like Twilight Sparkle's magical accelerator gun that moving shot holes in space-time
>On the first test-firing, Anon's outdoor range was completely crushed by torn, irradiated pieces of a parallel universe Ponyville sucked through the tears before the gun overheated and melted into slag.
>Or Smithy Dippy's Glockbominations.
>The less said about those, the better.
>Sometimes the guns work
>When this is the case, it's usually even more horiffic
>Like the time Metal Whacker presented Anon with a rifle that fired bloodied teeth while screaming in pain
>"I made some changes, now you don't need to make those cartridge thingies"
>Anon just wants to go shootan
>But overprotective ponies won't let him enroll in the classes he'd need to learn how to construct the guns himself.
>"Don't be silly, Anon. There's no need for you to take a hard and dangerous course like that. Just let us big strong mares build it for you."
>"Yeah, what are friends for?"
>"You could get hurt, working around hot metal on only two legs."

>>27947418
>>27947809
>>27947861
>>27947929
>>27947971
>>27948048
>>27948084
>>27948119
Good work guys ;_;7
Let's do it again next year.

https://www.dropbox.com/s/drym7lcnkz0f1yx/Rat%27s%20old%20AiE%20Collection.rar?dl=0 Here's the stories.

>>27947450
I had a third world asian shit phone that couldn't even read the docx files on.

Now I have no phone.

>>27948199
Why is everyone here poor?
Myself included

>>27948618
I have money now. Just no need for a phone. I got another one at some point for 9$ but misplaced it somewhere because I never used it.

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>>27948635
You fucking misplaced it because you'd forget to breathe if you didn't HAVE to do that over drawing.
Put. Down. The tablet pen. Nigga.
Go catch some fucking Pokemon.

>>27948635
>>27948658
JOIN TEAM MYSTIC!

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>>27948690
SUCK TWO DICKS. MYSTIC IS FOR FAGGOTS.
V FOR VALOR.
V FOR VICTORY.
REMOVE MYSTIC SCUM.

>>27948709
BETTER DEAD THAN RED YOU IDIOTIC CHARGE FIRST AND THINK LATER FLAMER.

>>27948658
>Put. Down. The tablet pen. Nigga.
>Go catch some fucking Pokemon.
Don't listen to this faggot, draw some derpy instead, she best birbhorse

>>27948658
>you'd forget to breathe if you didn't HAVE to do that over drawing.
Y-you're not wrong.

>>27948726
EVERYONE WHO PLAYS TEAM MYSTIC HAS A REDDIT.COM ACCOUNT. FACT.
F A C T

>>27948755
I'm gonna burn down your little goblin hovel and blame it on a dragon, you don't do make some room in your life for something else, Ratticakes. It's not healthy to obsess.

>>27948757
kekked.
I got back into writing green recently For maybe an hour or two every other day. Just not for this thread. That counts right?

>>27948757
AND ALL OF VALORS BRAVADO IS COMPENSATING FOR SOMETHING

>>27948768
>Be Red, Pokemon trainer.
>You are in your office writing stories about fictional creatures called "ponies".
>They're like humans except more like a ponyta or rapidash.
>Some can fly, some can use psychic powers, and some are just plain boring ponies.
>BANG BANG BANG!
>Professor Oak just shot you.
>"Bitch, this is my office."
>He wraps you in a tarp and drags you down to his lab.
>Then throws you into some weird machine.
>Now you're falling through the air.
>You're not falling anymore.
>That's because you hit the ground.
>It sort of hurts.
"Ow."
>You lie there bleeding for a bit, struggling to get a bottle of water from your bag.
>You eventually manage to get it out and drink it, healing you.
>Now where are you?
>You look around and see that you're in some kind of rural-looking town.
>It's just how you imagined Pony land to be like.
>Also there's things that look just like you imagined ponies to look like.
>There is only one logical conclusion.
>You are seriously fucked up by whatever Oak did to you.
"Fuck you, Oak!"
>You climb up to a standing position.
>A brick falls and hits you on the head
>You can faintly hear the words "Fuck you too, punk."
"Goddamnit."

>>27948786
MYSTIC
MYSTI
MYST
MYS
MY
M
MI
MIS
MIST
MISTA
MISTAK
MISTAKE
>Anon randomly assigns teams to every pony he meets.
>Equestria ends up getting into their first ever civil war over this.

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>Pokemon Go
I'm actually really impressed that they went with legendary pokemon and team colors; it's really taking me back. I mean, for Instinct you have Zapdos, with one of the top tier dual types of Gen 1, making him perfect for pretty much any field that isn't underground. And Mystic has Articuno, who's capable of carrying you through almost every Elite Four battle with her killer TM-assisted move set. And then there's Valor, who have Moltres and the distinct honor of having spot 146 in the Pokedex.
Valor a shit. Flareon a shit too. Jolteon 4ever.

crosspostan
>>27949375
>Be Anon in Pony town
>Your house got sucked into a hurricane by a pony in a witch hat and landed here
>On top of the now splattered witch pony.
>A white horse with a gold tiara came by and neighed at you shortly afterwards
>You gave her a chocolate bar since it was halloween.
>She took her chocolate bar.
>And ate it.
>The ponies from the town tried to get chocolate too, but once they tried eating your garden you chased them off.
>You're going to have to keep an eye on them.
>Big whitey followed after them when they left, even though you didn't shoo her away.
>You hosed the pony blood off your wall and then went inside for the night.
>You don't know how your power and water are still working, but you're thankful they are.
>The next day a bunch of ponies in armor came by and took the witch corpse away
>Some of them eyes your sunflowers, but they didn't try to eat them.
>You suspect white ponies are the smarter ones.

>>27949447
>>27949444
>Be Princess Celestia
>Evil Princess Dan is kidnapping another alien colt
>This time your magi managed to detect her before she's finished, and you're flying to Ponyville where the portal storm has opened.
>Maybe this time you can prevent another poor soul from being torn from his home.

>Be a bit later.
>Still be Celestia.
>Just arrived in Ponyville.
>There's a strange new building in Ponyville.
>You're too late.
>Curse you Dan!
>You approach the misplaced dwelling to search for clues.
>The first thing you notice is the smell.
>Then you notice where the smell is coming from.
>Yep, that's a corpse.
>And by the look of those ruby slippers, Dan won't be abducting anypony else.
>You hope her victim isn't under there too.
>Next step is to search the house.
>You knock on the front door, hoping that your suspicions are wrong.
>And when a overdressed biped answers it, relief at being wrong washes through you.
"[DIALOGUE IS HARD- celestia welcomes Anon to equestria or something]"
>"[Alien Noises]"
>He offers you something wrapped in some kind of foil.
>You open it and discover it's a delicious treat.
>You eat it.
>The townsponies, seeing his friendly nature, apporach the alien structure.
>Some of them decide to sample the plants in the surrounding garden.
>Alien colt does not like that.
>He chases them away with a alien impliment that sort of resembles a broom crossed with a rake
>Is this what brought down Evil Princess Dan?
>This alien warrior prince?
>You are going to have to clear your schedule for this one.

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>>27948134
Damn Durnk, I didn't know you were /k/.

>>27949534
>Implying implications

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>>27949537
Sorry, guess I jumped the gun.

More crosspost
>Anon's innerquestria
>Nerd ponies find out about his tech
>Cannot resist
>Begin pilgrimages to visit the alien
>Alien club forms, collecting whatever scraps of human technology they can in the hopes of learning from it
>They have a decade old computer Anon gave to them to play with along with some of his old books.
>They spend days at a time trying to unravel the mysteries of these alien artefacts.
>Anon thinks it's kind of cute
>Eventually nerdpons decide they want more than just his alien knowledge
>They want his alien body too
>>27949580
You're a loose CANNON

It's a day early, but any requests for FNF?

>>27949686
Twilight keeps leading pony naturalists on tours of Anon's habitat/house while he does things like shower, go to the bathroom, nail Cheerilee.

>>27949686
Twilight puts Anon on suicide watch because she found his vore folder and that sort of thing is considered a dangerous mental illness in Equestria.

>>27949686
Anon builds robot sex ponies that take over the town. No one seems to notice the difference.

>>27949686
Large mentally handicapped Anon molests Applejack in the barn. Big Mac tries to stop him and gets cornholed for his trouble.

>>27949845
>Anon learns that it is illegal to fuck the sex ponies for 16 years, when they reach the legal age for sex.
>>27949845
>The sex robot ponies are made too smart and independent, and decide that they'd rather go off and do their own things rather than having sex with Anon
>>27949833
>It's not the vore fetish that's the problem.
>Magic makes vore safe and convenient.
>It's his terrible organizational skills that are the problem.
>Even the most developmentally-challenged filly knows how to use a proper organizational system with a rich tagging system for their images, linked to other ponies' porn archives to auto-update with new material and back up that they already have.
>Keeping your porn in just a folder of files, without a proper offsite backup system, is seen as a sign of severe mental unwellness.
>The townsponies stage an intervention.
>Each one tries to teach Anonymous the importance of proper porn management.

>>27949899
>Anon learns that it is illegal to fuck the sex ponies for 16 years, when they reach the legal age for sex.

That would make sense if they were unmarried. After a certain point they're considered spinsters and are encouraged to become single moms before it's too late.

>The sex robot ponies are made too smart and independent, and decide that they'd rather go off and do their own things rather than having sex with Anon

Anon just sells them. He doesn't care what they do and takes no responsibility if pones can't follow the user agreement.

>It's not the vore fetish that's the problem.
>Magic makes vore safe and convenient.
>It's his terrible organizational skills that are the problem.
>Even the most developmentally-challenged filly knows how to use a proper organizational system with a rich tagging system for their images, linked to other ponies' porn archives to auto-update with new material and back up that they already have.
>Keeping your porn in just a folder of files, without a proper offsite backup system, is seen as a sign of severe mental unwellness.
>The townsponies stage an intervention.
>Each one tries to teach Anonymous the importance of proper porn management.

I bet Anon saves everything to the desktop like a savage.

>>27948768
NO.

>>27948972
THIS NIGGA GETS IT.

>>27950757
Oh

>>27949686
Do all of them.

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>>27949852

>>27952187
Steal pies?

Sup?

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>>27952831
obviously a pie thief

Last minute story inbound, hope y'all will pardon my absence.

>In the still of the night, you drag yourself home to your tiny one bedroom apartment from work, thanking the heathen pony goddesses for the weekends.
>Once you close the front door behind you, you begin leaving a trail of your clothes as you disrobe on your way to bed.
>Now in your room, you smile softly at the ever so firm but still soft enough mattress that cost the bulk of your salary last month.
>Slowly you ease yourself in under the covers and rest your head on the cool pillows.
>The moon even disappears behind a cloud, as if sensing your oncoming slumber.
"Yeah like she'd do me that favor."
>Subconsciously your hand moves to turn on the alarm, but you stop yourself in time and simply readjust your position in bed.
>Your eyes close and you slip away into your own little dreamworld.
>The ringing of a telephone however rips you from your sleepy little fantasies and as you look around the room for your phone the memories from that dream vanish.
>You pick up the receiver just as another ring starts up and you answer with a curt "What?"
>The other end is silent for a moment.
>"Sorry Anon, I kinda figured you'd be asleep but it's an emergency."
"Who is this?"
>"Right, my voice" The caller clears their throat briefly before speaking up again.
>"H-hello Anonymous."
>If you'd never heard her voice again it would be too soon.

>>27954812
"Chrysalis. To what do I owe the displeasure?"
>"Can you come pick me up? I'm at the Neigh Jersey Police Headquarters and this is my only phone call."
"Why didn't you call one of your changeling spies or one of the other villains?"
>"Because your opinion of me can't get any lower and I'm no Queen anymore."
>Well, she's not wrong.
"Fucking hell. How much is the bail?"
>"Five."
"The next word out of your mouth better not be 'thousand' or I'm hanging up."
>"I-It's not! I was gonna say 'hundred' actually."
>You pinch the bridge of your nose and look over at the clock.
>3:37 is what it reads in its orange glowing numbers.
"The trains don't start running until six. And it'll be AT LEAST half a day's ride to get there."
>"I'm... really sorry Anon."
"If I was gonna say no, I would've done so already. Let me guess, don't tell the Princess?"
>"Please?"
"Not like they'd believe me anyway, but we're gonna have a long talk on the way back."

>>27954822
>"Okay, I'm going to be the green unicorn mare named Lovebug."
"Genius fucking disguise there, I'm going back to bed."
>"Sleep tight? And thanks Anon."
"Yeah whatever." You say as you hang up the phone.
>With a tired sigh, you set your alarm for 5:30 and luckily the combination of physical exhaustion and mental exasperation are enough to put you back to sleep.

>The alarm rings but you quickly cut it off and move to a seated position on the edge of your bed.
>Scratching your head, you recall last night's conversation and with an aggravated growl, you force yourself the rest of the way out of bed and start getting dressed.
>The sun is only just peaking over the horizon as you head towards the train station.
>It's been so long since your sentencing that most ponies just accept your presence in the background, mostly thanks to your good behavior.
>It doesn't even occur to the sleepy mare behind the ticket counter that you aren't actually allowed to leave the town without a police escort.
>Then again it's not like she even looked up from her magazine as you slid the money through the slot to pay for your ticket.
>Between the clothes and the bits in your bag, you could probably ride this train right out of the country and start fresh.
>Of course by not showing up to work on Monday, you'll likely just incur the wrath of the powers that be.
"Shit rolls downhill and I'm stuck in a ditch."
>As the train rolls down the tracks, you try your best not to draw attention to yourself and catch some sleep in hopes of keeping the past buried in your thoughts.
>Even if you were heading straight for the source of your troubles.

>>27954830
>At least you managed to rest comfortably for the duration of the train ride, but whether it's lucky or not that you woke up in time for your stop is still up for debate.
>Stepping off onto the platform, you adjust the strap of your bag so that it sits across your chest to deter any would be thieves as the last time you were in this cesspool of a city, you were robbed of several belongings including one cheap pair of sunglasses and an ice cream cone.
"Damn bird horses."
>Some random nearby pegasus shoots you a dirty look, but the glare you fire back is enough to spook him.
>Once street side you hail a taxi cart and luckily it doesn't seem that your reputation precedes you here as you're able to flag one down quickly enough.
"Police Headquarters, and make it quick." You hold a stack of bits over the cash box and once the driver nods his approval, you let the money fall in.
>The pony makes a few slight adjustments to his straps before taking off at a nice canter and overtaking other carts that were merely trotting along.
>"So what brings you to our fine city big fella?"
"Business. I'll give you another five bits if you can cut the small talk too."
>"Spoken like a true businessman." He mutters to himself.
>If only he knew.

>Once you arrive at the station, you pay the pony his fare and the five extra bits you promised for the added quiet.
"Much appreciated." You say exiting the cart and as he trots off back into traffic, you briefly wonder if it's not too late to just go back home.
>Then again you've come this far.
>The why of it still escapes you however.
"Well, not getting anywhere just standing here."
>Taking a deep breath, you walk through the big double doors of the Police Station and approach the front desk.

>>27954843
>"Can I help you... Sir?" The receptionist behind the desk asks as she looks you over.
"Yeah I'm here to bail out my idiot friend."
>"We have a lot of idiots waiting for bail, it IS the weekend after all."
"*sigh*Green unicorn mare, her names... Lovebug."
>"*tch*Damn Hippy Ponies, I'd never call my foal that. Bail's five hundred bits."
>You drop the heavy sack onto the counter causing the money to jingle.
>The receptionist looks at the pile.
"A traveler's check would've sufficed, but I'll go get her paperwork ready."
>Eventually an officer escorts the mare you know to be the changeling queen in disguise out to the front before undoing the magic cuff on her horn.
>"Try to keep your woman out of trouble will you? We got a big enough problems in this city without ponies "looking for love" like her." He barks as he pushes her off towards you.
"I'll make it my top priority officer." You roll your eyes to hopefully get the sarcasm across.

>Heading out with 'your woman' in tow, you hail another cab and luckily your namesake lives up to itself as you're quickly able to find another ride.
>Hopping into the cart, Chrysalis quietly takes the seat next you.
"Train station, not looking for small talk."
>"Um, Anon. I'm pretty hungry."
>You ready a scowl for the insect, but when her stomach rumbles, you realize it had been longer than just the time she spent behind bars she's gone without a meal.

>>27954858
"For fuck's- alright. Can you swing us through a drive through?"
>"You got it pal, anything in particular."
"Chrys?"
>"I could really go for a hayburger."
"You heard her."
>With that, the cabbie pulls into a nearby queue to place the orders and after a few carts move on it's your turn to order as a young pimple faced stallion slides open the window to greet you.
>"Welcome to Burger Barn, may I take your order?"
"Yeah, gimme two orders of the "Double Haymaker Burger", a footlong hot dog, NOT haydog because you do not want me coming back there and three large milkshakes."
>"What would you like on your hot dog sir?"
"Just fuck my shit up with sauerkraut and mustard."
>"And for the shakes?"
"I'll have vanilla and what do you two want?"
>"Wait I'm getting one?" The mare pulling your cart asks confusedly.
"Why else would I order three meals? What kind of milkshake?"
>"Chocolate I guess?"
"Alright, and you chrys?"
>"I-I'll have the same."
"Yeah one vanilla and two chocolate."
>"Okay that'll be fifteen bits, next window please."

>>27954868
>Removing yours and Chrysalis' meals from the bag, you put the remainder up front for the driver who uses her magic to sip on the milkshake while resuming your trip to the train depot.
>The girls allow you to eat in silence as you absentmindedly take in the scenery.
>At least what little scenery downtown Neigh Jersey has to offer.
"Fuck me." You mutter under your breath as you pick off the bit of sauerkraut that fell on your shirt and admire the new mustard stain that adorns it.
>At least they got your order right.

>Finally arriving at the station, you pay the cabbie her fare who then pulls over to the side to enjoy her burger.
>With Chyrsalis in tow, you ask for a room in the sleeper car and pay for the tickets.
>Once again, you're able to board the train without so much as a second look from anyone else and once the two of you enter the room, Chysalis drops her disguise revealing the same chitinous form you haven't seen in years.
"What the hell am I even doing here?" You ask yourself.
>"Helping out an ex girlfriend?" She says nervously.
>Snapping, you grab her by the neck and push her up against the wall.
"Don't you fucking dare call yourself that." You say in a low tone that pushes the nervousness in her eyes all the way to fear.
>"I...'m sorry." she almost chokes on the words.
>Probably because you're actually choking her now.

>>27954883
>Releasing your grip, she falls back onto her hooves and begins gasping for the air you denied her.
"Three fucking years. It's been three years since you got caught impersonating Celestia and almost put me in jail."
>"I never meant to get you caught up in my plans, I was just gonna feed off of your love for her while my changelings integrated into Canterlot society."
"I appreciate the sentiment, too bad that's not what happened."
>"How could I not take advantage of your scheming ways? We did more for this country in those two years than she did in centuries of ruling."
"Yeah, damn shame you couldn't keep up with the lies and got us both caught. If it wasn't for Celestia's testimony I'd probably be rotting in Tarturus right now."
>You bury your face in your hands, wishing you had a stiff drink or at least a cigarette to settle your nerves.
"Two years? I can't believe you had me fooled for that long. Jesus, I wasn't even with Celestia that long before you swapped with her."
>"If it's any consolation, I was only able to fool you that hard because of how blindly devoted you were to her."
"You think I don't fucking know that? I had to have noticed something, but for the life of me I can't think of anything you did that she wouldn't have. Well besides take as much of my advice to heart as you did."
>She takes the opportunity to sit beside you, but a cross look pushes her to the end of the cot.
>"You probably could've taken over the world if it wasn't for me."
"Save the flattery. Celestia would've never accepted my brand of tyranny. I practically militarized the police force to keep the citizens from rioting against all the tax increases. Luckily with that money we were able to expand our infrastructure and bring in plenty of foreign business."
>Of course a lot of that was lost in the months after Chrysalis' defeat at the hands of the elements of harmony in which many of the changes you both made were reversed to "undo the harm" you both did to the economy.

>>27954894
"And now I'm blacklisted from being anything more than a desk jockey at some second rate insurance firm."
>Maybe if you hadn't been seen fighting along side "your queen" you could've played the victim better but as far as you knew it was just the elements trying to overthrow the Princess.
"But hey, at least you managed to escape being imprisoned."
>Crawling up onto the top bunk you lay down on your belly and watch the land roll along outside the window with Foal Mountain passing relatively slower in the distance.

>Chrysalis' crooked horn rises over the edge of the bed before the rest of her head follows suit.
>"I'm really happy you came for me though. I honestly didn't think you would."
"I honestly can't believe I did. I broke my parole, spent a good chunk of my current savings and now for some reason I'm riding in a train car with you instead of wringing your neck for what you did to me."
>"You kind of did do that earlier."
"That was for what you said, not revenge."
>"Then why haven't you gotten your revenge?"
"That's..."
>A very good question.
"I don't know. I should hate you with every fiber of my being, but all this anger I feel isn't even directed at you and I just can't decide what to do with it."
>You roll over to avoid her gaze and stare at the ceiling of the car.
>"Maybe it's because you don't hate me."
"Ha! That's rich, it should be obvious that I... hate you..."

>>27954908
>You turn your head back over to face her.
"Why don't I hate you?"
>Her wings buzz briefly while she tries to form the right words to hopefully keep her neck intact.
>"Since you're asking, I think it's because somewhere in all the lies and even after you learned the truth of what I did, you fell in love with me."
>Rolling off the bed, you land on the Queen and pin her down with your weight and she hardly puts up a fight when you grab her by the neck again.
>"That's," your already halfhearted choke weakens "exactly what she told me."

>Releasing your grip entirely, you help her up to her hooves and don't even bat an eye when she chooses to sit on the lower bunk next you.
"You stole me away from her, that's what Celestia had told me. Plus, because I technically broke so many of Equestria's laws by supporting your agenda she had no choice but to punish me."
>Chancing a peak to your side, you try to gauge her reaction, but she seems intent on hearing you out first.
"I asked her if after I served my sentence if we could pick up where we left off, but she just said "No.", and she didn't even try to blame it on the public opinion. She said it was because I could never love her the same way again and she just left it at that. I was confused, because if you were acting as Celestia then I was still in love with her right?"
>Faced with your question, Chrysalis risks leaning against you, but the urge to kill is non existent.
>"At first, yes, I did everything I could to emulate the Princess so as not to repeat my mistakes from when I attempted to take over Canterlot the first time. However, being your lover was something that I had to let you take the reigns with."
"Yeah, Celly always did love being pampered after all her usual duties."

>>27954921
>"Not only that, despite how easily I manipulated the stallion from before, you were different. Perhaps it's because you possess a stronger will than most, but at most all I could do was make you see and feel the Princess even when I wasn't disguised."
"That doesn't explain how I fell for you."
>"Because that didn't happen until I fell in love with you first." Her head tilts up to look into your eyes. "Your warmth changed me, although I had my plans to have my brood take their place in the city. Yet still I longed for our time together and it wasn't until it was too late that I realized that I was acting less like the Princess and more like myself. At least the myself that fell in love with you."
"So all the little changes was actually our relationship deepening."
>"At some point, everything you loved about her turned into everything you love about me."
>Her eyes close as she tries to move her face closer to yours.
"Hang on, this is just way too much."
>You can see a bit of disappointment in her features, but she quickly relents to laying down in the bunk.
"I understand. With all that's happened, I'm just happy that I was finally able to tell you my side of the story. And even after all these years, I still love you Anonymous."
>Her voice breaks through the haze of your memories from the last five years and you recall every time she said it in her normal voice rather than Celestia's.
>Bringing your hands up to your head, you fight the ache as your altered memories are restored and the reality of every hug, every kiss and every passionate embrace returns.

>>27954932
>Exhausted you lay down on the small bunk with her before before wrapping your arms around the former Queen.
>Despite the amount of exoskeletal portions on her body, there's still a large amount of black furred softness that feels almost entirely new to you, yet familiar thanks to the partial restoration of your memories.
>"Should I change into a pony?"
"No, no this is fine."
>"You don't know how much I missed this feeling. Thank you."
"I've been alone for a long time too, and this is something I've needed more than I care to admit."
>Feeling content with the warmth shared between you both, you quickly drift off to sleep.

>You awaken to the sight of Chrysalis staring at your face.
"See something you like?"
>"You already know the answer to that, I just thought that even after all this time you still have a funny sleeping face. Then again you've always had a funny face in general. My little monkey."
>It's been years since, well, since she's called you that.
"If I'm remember everything correctly now, it was actually you who started calling me that right?"
>"That's right, hopefully you're ready to hear it more often from now on."
"I guess we'll see about that, I take it you don't have a place to stay in Canterlot?"

>>27954957
>"Well I was hoping to impose on an old flame of mine."
"As long you're willing to find a way to pay him back, I'm sure that he'll be willing to put up with you."
>Donning her disguise once again, you and Chyrsalis leave the train station and head back to your apartment.
>"So any chance you can get me a job at that insurance firm you mentioned before?"
"I can tell you where it is, but don't even think of using me as a reference, I'll probably get you blacklisted too."
>"But if an aspiring young mare were to show up and start rising up the corporate ladder, I'm sure she could somehow turn a desk jockey into a secretary. Although he'd probably have more adviser like duties."
"It's probably not a great idea to try to rise to power again, even like this. Then again I fucking hate that place so as long as little miss motivated actually does what she's promised, who am I to turn down a promotion?"
>"This is the beginning of a beautiful relationship Anonymous. Maybe we can even rob a bank, you are a registered villain, even if you don't act like one."
"Just promise me you'll get a better disguise."
>"Fine, but I'll need a source of love to keep my powers working."
"I'm sure you can siphon off plenty from how populated this city is, but if an emergency comes up then I suppose I'll just have to let you use me."
>Opening the foor to your apartment, you hold the door for Chysalis who has to stop and wipe a tear from her eye.
>"I'm sorry, I just can't believe we can finally be together again."
"That's okay, but we're taking things one step at a time. No sense getting in over our heads again, and no more lies. At least not to each other."
>"I promise."
"Good, welcome home Chrysi."
>Today was a good day to split the rent in Equestria.

>>27954989
And that's it for now, I'll be getting back to Rarisis soon, already have some of it started up. Just needed a break from it to write this, even if this has been ready for almost a week now, sorry.

paste here; http://pastebin.com/nan7HC3y

Anyway, G'night y'all.

>>27955019
Thanks Tex. You get cuddles tonight instead of rough cornholing.

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#OneDayOneShot

>Rain pours down your window, cold and wet. Clouds block out the rays of sun.
>You watch the outside world through your window, the doodles made in the fog of your breath the only friends.
>The animals are tucked away in their homes snug in their bed while the storm passes by.
>You tried to do the same, but everything felt so empty without even the crickets at play.
>So with bed-headed mane you watch the leaves blow in the silent outdoors.

>It is such a shame that the world needs rain. It always brings a pause to the busyness of life.
>The town itself is no doubt much the same with the other ponies keeping warm and dry.
>Maybe if you only had some company.

>A movement catches your eye, no tree or branch or bush.
>Tilting your head you give the disturbance your attention waiting to see who or what could be out in this weather.
>Down into the fields a slow meandering step reveals Anonymous hiking his way up the hill gazing at the ground.
>The weather taking its toll, his pace the slowest you have ever seen.
>Rising from your spot you open the door and shout.
“Anonymous? What are you doing out here?”

>His head snaps to attention focusing on you before giving a wave.
>”Oh, hey Fluttershy. Just taking a walk.”
“In the rain?”
>”Yeah.”
“Where is your umbrella?”
>”I didn’t feel like bringing it.”
“But you’ll get wet.”
>He lifts an arm to examine his clothes then shrugs.
>”I’m as wet as I’m going to get.”
“Why don’t you come inside?”
>”That’s okay. I’d like to stay out here.”

>This won’t do.
>You quickly don your raincoat and fly to Anonymous, your wings constantly pushing the waterproof fabric up and down.
>He smiles and shakes his head.
>”You don’t have to join me.”
>Fluttering close you hover just above his head creating a pony umbrella.
“Of course I do.”
>”Really it’s fine. I like when it gets like this.”
“And I like my friends to be safe.”
>”If you insist.”

(1/3)

>>27955654

>You stick to him like glue, the strands of hair on his head that tickle your belly working as a sort of guide as you follow his lead which wanders the area with no seeming rhyme or reason.
>Not wanting to be a bother you leave the task of making conversation to him, but he keeps surprisingly quiet until your nerves get the better of you.
“So, do you usually take walks in the rain?”
>”Sometimes. Depends on the mood.”
“Do you like the rain?”
>”I don’t mind it. What I really like is this.”
>You nearly pass him from surprise as he suddenly stops in place and listens.
>The sound of steady rain rings against the sky with a hiss while tiny thumps from the constant pelting of green leaves form the bass. Your raincoat suffers a similar barrage accompanied by the soft wisp of your wings brushing against the fabric.
>”Quiet, peaceful, alone. On days like today I feel like I’m the only one around.”
>He arcs his head back putting his eyes to yours and smiling.
>”Allows me the chance to think.”

>Horsefeathers. You really messed up this time.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you wanted to be alone. I shouldn’t have been so pushy. I’ll leave right away. Please forgive me.”
>”Woah, woah. Easy there. You don’t have to go.”
“Are you sure? Really sure? It’s no bother, I can be gone in a second. You won’t even notice.”
>”Yes, I’m sure. In fact I would rather you stayed.”
“You would?”
>”Mmmhmm. Because having you around reminded me that no matter where I come from or where I’m going in life there is someone willing to watch out for me.”
>You blush, your wings beating faster kicking up the raincoat more and more.
“Well, um, happy to help I guess.”
>”It means a lot to me, Fluttershy. If you ever need anything please let me be the first to know.”

(2/3)

>>27955661

>Somehow you reign in your embarrassment, his words giving you a control you never thought you had.
“Think nothing of it. I’m sure there are plenty of ponies who would do the same.”
>”And how many of them would float above my head?”
>Another fit, but you keep it to your flittering tail.
“I had my own reasons too. I was looking for company since everyone is inside.”
>”Then how about the next time it rains I come visit and we’ll share a cup of tea?”
>That would be…that would be…
“That would be nice.”

(3/3)
Whew. And that completes this challenge. What a crazy week. I did want to do a bonus one so that I could start and end on a Friday, but I had so much fun I think I’m going to keep this up and see how long I can last. Ha-ha, erection joke. FNF coming tomorrow and who knows what after.

And as a finale here is the pastebin with all the ones I have done so far. http://pastebin.com/VU0K0kyb

>>27951785
I'm heavily considering it. What a Frankenstein it will be.

>>27947410
And now you know

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>>27955679
>Reaction Video Anon: An Anon's challenge "Oh you wanna play that game? Fine. Anon makes a reaction video. If it's a shitpost you lose."
I was the guy who originally challenged you. I wanted to do something similar to when I inquired /mlp/ higher up in the thread and they said "RAPE PRANK (GONE SEXUAL)". Seeing my line in the pastebin is oh so satisfying. Less so though than reading your work. Seriously, I want to emphasize just how talented you are. I always thought myself to be "extremely talented at writing", but those were just amateur stories written for school assignments that blew away teachers on account of only my age. Reading your work has actually made me realize the difference between being good at effortlessly combining words into a poetic string, and making a consistently cohesive story that, by namesake, never wavers in quality; whereas I feel personally that most of my work fails to achieve that level of consistency. I'll say "Wow, fuckin' great paragraph m8", and disagree with that statement in regard to other paragraphs for most of my story thereafter. So, thank you, for helping me realize the difference between my strengths and weaknesses.
>Ok I'm done being gay now
>Get out REEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

>>27955828
>All that

Thank you. That was by far the most fun one I did, specifically because it was a challenge. Kind of wish more Anon's threw shit at me, but I'm sure in time Anon's will start throwing requests again. Part of the reason for this entire exercise was to encourage it so we can get some more green up in here.

As for the rest, those are some very kind words and the results came simply from time. As tired as the phrase is it still holds true; we're all shit in the beginning.

I hope that whatever my modest workings have caused you to feel only encourages you to write further, especially for this thread.

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>>27955995
>I hope that whatever my modest workings
Pfft, don't be so humble, kek
If you wouldn't mind another request, I would like if you could take the intro to my story here >>27940060
and diverge the story from when Anon departs. Steer it wherever you want it to go. I regretted my subsequent direction with the story from that point on after an anon suggested a different route, which reminded me of my initial vision I had lost during work. I never wrote a storyboard, see, and my work clouded my sense of direction, resulting in a personally disappointing piece. If you would be so kind, you would do more than just humble a young Anon.
(and maybe requests would come more frequent if anons weren't howling into the Aether, hoping they're nameless desire appears, kek)
>Implying giving yourself an AiE thread title.

>>27956156
>"they're"
>makes it through regardless of two proof-reads
>dies a little inside

>>27956156
Hmmm, I think I can work with this. I'll slot it in for after I finish the FNF story.

>Aether
You may not know it but there is a delicious irony in using that word

>>27956340
>You may not know it but there is a delicious irony in using that word
Let's hope it doesn't take me forever to figure it out then.
Your Pastebin username bears no resemblance, so no leads gained there.
>I'll slot it in for after I finish the FNF story.
Appreciate it. Will be eagerly awaiting.

crosspostan
>>27956213
>Be Anon in Equestria
>Met cute unicron one day
>She asked you out
>You said yes
>Together you ate at a nice cafe.
>You had the moon cakes, she had the moon.
>The date went well, you parted with a kiss.
>Her family likes you.
>Maybe a bit more than is strictly normal or socially acceptable.
>You think they're also into you.
>SEXUALLY
>Now you've got a whole family of planet eating space robot unicorns after your junk.
>It's an odd feeling, to say the least.

>>27956600
Was this really worth the effort to make, Durnk? Did your caretaker forgot to read what gets posted again?

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>>27956878
Literally losing it right now.
Thank you.
I'm going to bed now.

>>27955251
Instead of? Why not cuddles after the rough cornholing?

>>27956878
It was more worth the effort to make than you were.

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>>27957164
oh snap

>>27957164
>Be Crispy Anon in Equestria.
>You got burned by Durnk.
>Now you're in Ponyville and no one will touch you because you smell like overcooked bacon.
>All you can do is fap and leave penis shavings everywhere.

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Next chapter of Changing Lanes is up.

http://pastebin.com/QWNxtqpQ

>While you knew something was being kept from Anonymous, the thought that Luna could have lost it and become... well, you, once again never crossed your mind.
>You suppose it only further cements that she and you are merely halves of a whole, rather than distinctly separate entities.
>As reality fades away into the familiar embrace of the star-studded dream realm, you exhale deeply, just relishing the serene, peaceful quiet.
>Just as you let your mind drift, a disturbance within the air causes you to refocus.
>Such an occurrence is quite normal, as it usually signifies somepony is having a nightmare of some sort.
>It is how Luna can sense when somepony is in need of her assistance, as keeper of the dream world.
>You have always been able to sense those same calls as well.
>What is unusual tonight is this disturbance in the calm void seems to be beckoning to you specifically.
>Not unlike a terrible case of poison ivy, such a focused outcry will be nearly impossible to ignore, as you glide in the direction of the swirling air.
>The closer you get, the more severe and focused is the sensation, as a door gradually comes into view.
>While most doors that lead to a pony's dream have their personal mark upon them, this door is strangely absent of identity.
>Suspicious, you glance around, half expecting to see either Anon or Luna screwing with you.
>They are the only two capable of manipulating this endless realm, aside from you.
>But nopony is in sight, it truly is just you.
>Even if they were hiding, you would be able to sense them.
>For a time, you stand at the foot of the featureless black door, unsure what could be on the other side.
>Then again, nothing can harm you in the dream world, so why are you hesitant?
>Pushing your nagging anxiety aside, you crack open the door, and step inside.
>To your surprise, there looks to be literally nothing within this place.

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>>27957313

>An endless black sea is all that greets your eyes as the door behind you slowly swings closed.
>Gradually, the blank slate surrounding you begins to shift and lighten just a bit, revealing a dark, overgrown forest.
>Yet the trees and underbrush are eerily silent, devoid of the sounds of wildlife.
>Taking a few steps, your eyes slowly adjust to the darkness, still finding no sign of anypony.
>Normally when you step into somepony's dream, you can catch sight of them almost instantly.
>So what the hay is this place?
>Without warning, a bright flash of blue flame circles you, making you instinctively jump.
>"The mouse finally finds the trap. Took long enough."
>The voice seems to come from every direction, echoing around you.
>Looking down, you see archaic sigils burned into the ground, glowing with a soft light.
>It's been a long time wince you've seen this pattern, but you know what it is.
>A binding spell, albeit a very poorly made one.
>Rather than feeling chained down to the ground like a proper spell would do, you feel only a slight tug at your form, pleading with you to stay.
>But curiosity gets the best of you, so you play along for now to find out just what is going on here.
"Well, I'm here now. If you want me here so bad, why don't you show yourself?" you bark in irritation.
>The trees ahead of you part, as a figure makes its way towards you, while the flames die down just a bit so you can get a better look at you "captor".
>Before the pony makes it to you, you connect her tall, slender form with the voice you heard.
>Chrysalis.
>Focusing, you shift the treetops above you away, letting a full moon shine down and illuminate the area.
>Chrysalis flinches a bit, no doubt surprised that you can still modify her dreams.
"This 'trap' is like tying floss around the neck of a manticore," you gloat. "You're playing with one of the big ponies now, Chrysalis."
>"So I see," she say, stopping at the fiery line between the two of you.

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>>27957325

>Chrysalis's luminescent eyes study you, as she remains silent for a time.
"Well, you summoned me. What the hay do you want?" you grumble, growing impatient.
>"You certainly aren't in a very cheery mood tonight, Nightmare Moon," Chrysalis says with a smug grin. "Or do you go by 'Anonymous' now?"
>You aren't exactly surprised to hear she knows the truth about this whole mess, considering she probably does have a lot of spies within Canterlot's gates.
>Your lack of surprise does seem to catch Chrysalis off-guard, but she again remains silent.
"So you know how Anonymous wiped the floor with you, congratulations on figuring it out. Is that all you need?"
>Your response gets a chuckle from the changeling queen as she begins to pace around you.
>"Considering I am still alive and well, I would not consider Anonymous beat me. Merely caught me out," she says, slightly irritated as her smirk turns into a scowl.
"Spin it however you want, I don't care. I suppose that cockroach you sent today was merely 'caught out' as well?"
>"Not one of my brighter children, I suppose," Chrysalis says, devoid of emotion. "No matter, there's plenty more of my offspring that have replaced guards in Canterlot. Just waiting."
"Why would you tell me this if you know I'm bunked with Anonymous?" you ask, confused.
>"I want to offer you a deal, Nightmare," Chrysalis coos.
"A deal. What in Equestria could you possibly offer me?" you ask, chuckling at the absurdity of this conversation.
>"How about a body to call your own?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.
>You're waiting for the punchline as you instantly silence yourself.
>However, Chrysalis just sits there, waiting for an answer.
>She's actually serious about this? How is it even possible?
"Humor me," you respond, causing Chryssy's eyes to light up.

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>>27957337

>"I thought that might pique your interest," she says, practically gloating. "All you need to do is lead me to Anonymous, or lead him to me. Once I drain him of all that he's worth, you get what's left."
>Normally, you would be all for the idea.
>But instead of enthusiasm, your stomach drops, a wave of nausea washing over you at the thought.
>Where is this feeling coming from?
>Nevertheless, you push your thoughts aside, seeing an opportunity to unravel Chrysalis's plan.
"You're going to have to be more specific that that, Chrysalis. What exactly are you going for, and what do you mean I 'get what's left?'"
>Chrysalis's initial response is to grin, a light chuckle emanating from her.
>"You don't actually expect me to just come out and tell you, right? Even if you were to eagerly accept my proposition, I'm not that stupid."
"One can hope," you mumble. "Why are you so keen on taking my power? and ho do you expect to do that?"
>Chrysalis stops smiling, her face turning very grim and serious.
>"Unlike your princesses, I do not have the fortune of eternal life, nor impeccable health. As much as I hate to admit it, your owner seems to have done something irreparable to me in our first meeting," she says, her voice increasingly somber. "But now, I see Luna's little mistake has led to some.... interesting side effects that greatly interest me. But that is enough answers for you."
>At this point, you tire of the changeling queen's presence, focusing your mind as a violin appears beside her, playing a somber tune.
"I care little about your sob story, Chryssy," you announce, as she glares at your abrupt interruption and your musical interlude. "If you think I would even consider helping you, you're even more deperate and idiotic that anypony could imagine."
>Chrysalis growls in anger, but otherwise gives no retort.
>Seeing a chance to prove a point, you raise a hoof and slowly step beyond the lines of the trap Chrysalis had created for you.

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>>27957344

>Her eyes go wide as she looks at her trap, then you.
"Seems somepony needs to work on her spellwork," you taunt with a smirk, turning your gaze downward. "Your sigils are quite sloppy, at best."
>"It doesn't matter, you can't harm me in a dream, anyways," Chrysalis replies, though her voice betrays her uneasiness.
>Once again you raise your head, glaring at her intently as an idea forms.
>As you focus your energy, you shift the form Chrysalis sees before her, your alicorn form twisting and growing at a prodigious rate.
>While in reality you are still unchanged, what Chrysalis sees before her is a massive dragon-like creature with your coloring and markings.
>What bravery she had feigned before instantly disappears, as the creature looks down at her cowering form with a grin.
"Sweet nightmares, Chryssy."


>For the first time in a long time, you feel nervous as you come across the portal to Princess Celestia's dream.
>Last time you met did not go so well, though you admittedly had a lot on your mind you wished to release.
>Now, as you prepare to face her again, you pause a second to alter your visage, your trademark blue armor fading away to nothing.
>Your mane droops down in front of your face, the alien feeling causing you to flinch before you brush it aside
>It feels strange being without your armor and helmet, but if it helps to avoid confrontation, it is worth it.
>With a deep breath, you step through the symbolic doorway, the bright flash of light enveloping you.
>As Celestia's dream slowly forms, you find yourself having to squint as the sun hangs brightly in the sky.
>Underhoof, the silky touch of warm sand greets, as the sound of lightly lapping water fills your ears.
>After what seems like an eternity, your eyes finally adjust to the blinding daylight, as you scan the tropical scenery for any sign of the white alicorn.

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>>27957351

>You only hope you find her before she spies you, a difficult task considering your pitch black coat stands out in this colorful backdrop.
>Cautiously, you make your way along the beach, pausing from time to time to scan the area before continuing onward.
>The few palm trees and sparse patches of grass sway in the salty sea breeze, the movement a rather unneeded distraction.
>After a short time, you see somepony laying on the beach off in the distance.
>As you close in, you recognize the billowing bright mane of Celestia, apparently taking a nap upon the sandy dunes, shaded by an umbrella.
>Dreaming about taking a nap, that's a new one.
>Luck is on your side, as you manage to reach the snoozing princess without alerting her.
>In fact, she is still asleep.
"Celestia," you quietly call, nudging her gingerly with a hoof to wake her up.
>As she slowly stirs, you take a step back, briefly considering a hasty retreat from her dream.
>Instead, you resolve to see this through, even though this is a stupid idea.
>Celestia's relaxed smile instantly turns to a look of shock as her eyes focus.
>"Nightmare Moon?!" she cries in surprise, quickly rising to her hooves and taking a defensive stance with her head lowered.
"Calm down, I'm not here to fight," you tell her, taking another step back. "I just want to talk, so relax."
>"I am calm. What do you want to talk about?" Celestia barks, tensely focused on you.
"If this is you relaxed, I'd hate to see what you look like when you are stressed out," you quip.
>Celestia remains silent, not budging an inch.
"Look, I'm here to talk about our little changeling issue," you sigh. "More specifically, Chrysalis, considering I just finished talking with her."
>"You did WHAT?" Celestia shouts, snapping upright in disbelief.

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>>27957358

"That idiotic cockroach decided it was a good idea to summon me. What I'm trying to get at is that she knows everything about Anon. She knows I'm the reason for his power, she knows how it all happened. More importantly, she knows all of this because the Canterlot Royal Guard is basically composed of changelings."
>Celestia stands silently, her mouth agape as she struggles to grasp the load of information you've dropped on her.
>"Why?" she finally manages to mumble.
"Why? We already know why,she wants my power that is contained within Anonymous. As it turns out, Chrysalis is not exactly in the best of health after whatever magic Anon used on her in their first meeting. She's now all the more determined knowing he shares our immortality."
>Celestia shakes her head, as her expression hardens up.
>"No, I mean why did Chrysalis tell you all of this? There is something you are not telling me."
>You take a deep breath before you unleash the next bombshell on Celestia.
"She wanted me to help her. She promised me what was left of Anonymous - his body - would be mine."
>If possible, Celestia's eyes widen even further, as she grit her teeth in unbridled rage.
>"And you are willing to help her?" Celestia shouts.
"What? No!" you exclaim, thoroughly confused by her response. "Dammit, why do you think I'm telling you this? I'm warning you, you dolt. Like I promised."
>As if you've slapped her straight, Celestia settles down, a wave of calmness washing over you.
>"Really?" she asks softly, her voice betraying her dumbfounded mind.
>Frustrated by the lack of trust, you shake your head and turn away.
"I knew this was a stupid idea, I should have just waited until Anon awoke and told him," you growl, walking away at a rapid pace.
>A flurry of hoofbeats close in on you, as Celestia catches you in stride and stops ahead of you.
>"No, please, I'm sorry," she begs, catching you off-guard.

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>>27957364

>As you silently gaze upon Celestia, her ears droop as her lavender eyes silently plead with you to let her speak.
>"You really are serious about this, aren't you? Helping to keep Anon out of trouble, keeping to your word, all of it?"
"I gave my word that I would, and I have. Why does that surprise you?"
>Celestia is silent, though it doesn't take a genius to figure out she's reflecting on the past.
"That's fine that you can't let go of the past, I probably deserve it," you mutter. "But considering I have nothing better to do for all of eternity, yes, I am watching out for Anon."
>Celestia tries to speak, but you cut her off as you release your burden.
"That's great that Luna -the other half of me, whatever - has redeemed herself and made amends with you and the past. she gets to move on and live a life. I don't get that privilege. Instead, I'm stuck being a spectator for eternity, bound to a hell of being an entity without a physical form."
>You feel as if your mind is fracturing, as the contents continue to spill forth unabated.
"Do you know what it is like to be alone? As in, completely isolated from the world and its inhabitants? I have had nopony to talk to for eons, until this mishandled spell by Luna cast me into another's presence. As odd as he is, Anonymous is at least willing to speak with me, and believe it or not, I cherish that company. You portray me as a monster, as does the rest of Equestria. You pushed me away once to fulfill your own hopes and dreams, and fractured me in two. You tell everypony you have learned from the past, and here you are again pushing me away."
>Celestia's proud form is by this point barely sitting upright, as she continues to endure your cutting words.
>Meanwhile, the slight breeze within this dream begins to slowly accelerate, causing the calm, peaceful waves of the sea to build higher and more frequent with each passing minute.

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"You can't accept that Luna and I are one being, even as you have seen with your own eyes her transformation weeks ago into the form you see standing here. You are unable to accept it, because you cannot accept *you* created this monster you fear. You cannot accept reality, you do not dare endure the thought that my downward spiral could have been stopped, had you not been blind to my trials and tribulations. Perhaps I am not the monster here. Maybe it is YOU."
>As you lock eyes with her, Celestia slowly slumps to the ground, trembling too violently to stand any longer.
"I'm done, Tia. Fear not, you will see me no longer. If I have any further issues or ideas, I will wait to speak with Anonymous or my other half," you shout, walking past the distraught princess, en route to the portal from which you arrived.
>"Nightmare Moon," Celestia's voice cries out, wavering with a choked sob.
>You push forward without a glance backward, spray from the wild sea stinging your face and eyes.
>"Luna," she calls. "Please."
>Your breath hangs in your throat as Celestia calls you by a name you have not heard in millennia.
>Every muscle in your body freezes, before slowly turning back around.
"You called me Luna," you mumble, dumbfounded.
>"I know you are my sister. I just..... I can't - couldn't face it," she chokes. "It is easier to believe a different, evil entity forced my sister to to attack me, than my own sister alone."
>You just stand there, shocked at Celestia's admittance as she continues to emotionally implode.
>"How can I admit I did this to you? How can I accept it? If I fail at being a sister, to tend to my own kin, how can I be expected to tend to a kingdom?"
>Seeing Celestia relegated to a quivering, sobbing wreck at your mercy had been your dream for centuries since your falling out.
>To hear an apology, an admittance of guilt for her ignorance of your struggles.
>But now, you feel even worse than any other point in your life, even moreso than your exile.

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>As you stare, unsure of what to do, Celestia's form begins to shimmer with a faint, white aura.
>Her billowing pastel mane swirls in upon itself, the colors blending together before settling into a pale pink hue, as it now settles down upon her like a normal mane.
>Meanwhile, her whole form contracts in upon itself, gradually shrinking until reaching nearly half her previous size.
>Your surroundings themselves begin to change as well, the violent ocean evaporating in an instant, as the sand underhoof suddenly disappears, hidden by the carpet of grass spontaneously growing.
>The sky itself vanishes, obscured by a dense canopy of trees that take form from thin air, as the sound of the howling wind is replaced with the quiet, peaceful sounds of forest wildwife.
>Celestia looks at you - or more like past you - as her sorrowful face suddenly lights up, the tears streaming from her eyes stopping their cascade.
>"Luna," she exclaims, jumping to her hooves in a flurry of excitement.
>Trying to make sense of the sudden changes, your eyes dart to a blur of pale blue running past you, leaping up to a now much younger Celestia.
>Finally stopping long enough to take in the sight, your jaw drops.
>The little blue thing is you.
>Er, a much younger you, as Luna.
>Like Celestia, her electric blue mane hangs limply, rather than the ethereal mane you gained later in life, while her coat is much paler than it is today.
>As the two of them seem oblivious to your presence, it dawns on you this is a memory you are seeing.
>"Luna, I told you to stay close to me. I thought I had lost you," Celestia scolds, leaning down to give her little sister a reassuring nuzzle.
>The little filly's ears drop, hearing her sister's lecture.
>"I'm sorry," she mumbles.
>"I am not trying to be mean, but it is dangerous out here. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you," Celestia replies, lowering her voice as she in turn sits back down on the patchy forest floor.

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>"You don't have to worry about me, Tia. I'll never leave you. I promise," Luna cries. She leaps up upon her stubby legs to give Celestia a jubilant hug, giggling all the while.
>In turns, Celestia wraps her own hooves around the filly, smiling from ear to ear.
>"Nor will I ever leave you," she responds.
>You remember this scene, but just barely.
>It is one of the earliest memories you have, as you had gotten the brilliant idea to go off on your own in the forest as Celestia took a much needed rest.
>Mom had passed away shortly after your sixth birthday, so the only caretaker you ever really knew was your big sis.
>With as mischievous and naive as you were at that age, Tia had her work cut out for her.
>Especially with as wild and unpredictable as Equestria was at that time.
>It wasn't until the two of you truly united the land that Equestria became the peaceful kingdom it is known as today.
>Before that time, danger could be hidden behind every shadow, be it bandits, feral creatures, anything.
>But through it all, Celestia made sure you were safe and well fed, at a time neither of you knew about your gift of immortality.
>She did all of this for you, and you repaid her with violence.
>Betrayal.
>Hatred.
>She never left you like your mind warped itself to believe.
>Your own displeasure with unfulfilled dreams and Tia's dreams of a land brought to peace harbored jealously, jealousy that created its own fantasies as it consumed you.
>Without warning, the gale force winds return, blowing away the trees and with them, the whole scene.
>A wave crashes against the coastline with a deafening roar, making you recoil in shock.
>Celestia lies before you on the sand as she did only moments ago.
>Her form is being drenched by the vicious sea, as if trying to pull her away to the depths.
>Now, you see not a nemesis before you, but a friend you had forgotten long ago.
>Somepony you cherished, that in turn cherished you.
>Until you pushed her away.

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>Something within your being stirs, as you focus your energy upon the sand beneath your hooves.
>With a primal cry, you raise the shoreline up into the air by several feet, out of reach of the ocean's torment.
>Feeling sick to your stomach, you take a few steps towards Celestia, who has snapped out of her anguished sobs.
>Falling to your knees, you lean in towards her, coming horn to horn with her as you look deep into her misty eyes.
"This isn't right. This isn't what I want," you say, choking on your emotions.
>"What?" Celestia manages to stammer out, as the winds and the waves settle down just a bit.
"This whole time I have been angry with you, let hatred brew within me. I felt betrayed, abandoned," you croak, your own vision beginning to blur with tears. "But it is I who abandoned you. I let my own petty jealousy, my own unhappiness drive to break the promise I made to you long ago."
>"Promise?"
"The vision you showed me. Didn't you?" you ask, confused.
>Celestia can only stare back, her lavender eyes puffy and red from the raw emotions.
>"I suppose the cat's out of the bag now," comes a male voice.
>In an instant, the wind stops, while the roar of the waves nearby mutes.
>"I didn't do any of that stuff, just the vision," you hear the voice say as it comes closer, before a pair of legs walks past you head.
>Both you and Celestia look up, finding Anonymous looking down at both of you.
>"Anonymous?" you and Tia shout in unison.
>"Sorry, I wasn't trying to intrude," he says somberly. "I sensed Celestia's pain in the dream realm, and Luna was busy helping some other pony with their dream. So I stopped by to see what was up."
>"I... thank you, Anonymous," Celestia says, managing a small smile as she wipes her face with a foreleg.
>Anonymous then turns to you, your own nerves begiing to twist your stomach as you realize how bad this scene looks in relation to your presence.
"Please, let me explain..." you start, before Anon puts up his had to quiet you.

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>"I also sensed your anxiety and anger, even before Celestia's," he says, giving you a smile that soothes your current anxiety. "You're just a lot harder to find because you don't have a particular room you stay."
>Anonymous bends down, taking a seat next to the two of you.
>"Now, you both have a lot of skeletons in the closet between the two of you. I think several hundred years of letting ill will fester is only making it worse, so let's end it," he says, splitting his gaze between the two of you to emphasize his point.
>"Darkie, why are you here? I'm not judging, I just want to know. Obviously your lack of armor tells me you didn't mean this visit to be confrontational."
"Chrysalis talked to me tonight, she summoned me within her own dreams. I came here to tell Celestia about it, since you and Luna can be.... difficult to track down. You two don't stay in your rooms, either," you say, nudging his shoulder with a hoof.
>"Chrysalis? What the hell did she want?" Anon ask.
"To hand you over," you say flatly. Anon seems rather disturbed, but remains calm.
>"Alright then. That's.... not really what I was expecting, but we'll leave that alone for now. How did you go from trying to help to both of you being emotional wrecks?"
>"I jumped to conclusions," Celestia pipes up, still sniffling a bit. "I just assumed Nightmare was here to cause trouble."
>"You can at least admit you didn't give Darkie a fair shake. It's understandable, even if a little disappointing," Anon replies, crossing his arms in front of him as he turns his attention back to you. "I assume you didn't take too well to that and unloaded on her, yes?"
"I lost my temper, yes," you confirm, nodding. "I told her everything I had bottled up all these years, I blamed her for everything."
>"It is my fault, I should have done more to help you," Celestia says, her voice breaking a bit and she averts her gaze.

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>Just as Anon is about to speak up, you cut him off, using your magic to raise Celestia's head.
"No, it's not your fault. I did this to myself," you tell her, as she looks you in the eyes. "I couldn't face my own unrealized dreams of competition, I couldn't face that it was not you that forced me from my dream, but my own physical limits."
>"Wait, what do you mean? I thought you gave up racing to help Celestia rebuild society?" Anon interrupts. You shake your head vehemently.
"As far as we know, alicorns grow very slowly, to a point. Obviously there's not a lot of our kind, but from our own experiences, once alicorns reach a certain proficiency in magic, they tend to undergo a rapid growth spurt. Which is what happened to me. You've seen how Luna lacks agility in flight."
>"I don't think she's that bad, Darkie," he replies, trying to soften your criticism.
"Not for her size, no. Have you noticed how pegasi tend to be a bit smaller than the other races of pony? That's a big boon to agility in flight. Yes, we had speed with our larger wings, but all-out speed is not what it takes to win."
>Your mind reflects back upon the tumultuous years before giving up your dream as you continue.
"I couldn't face that my own body was betraying me, while Celestia's growth spurt only seemed to help her vision of a unified land, as you see what kind of an impact our larger stature has. My own misplaced anger and jealousy warped my mind enough to believe it was Tia's fault, and it has taken me all this time to see that."
>Focusing back on Celestia across from you, you squirm towards her, opening up your wings and wrapping them around her.
"I'm sorry for putting you through this for all these years. You never abandoned me, you did nothing wrong. I broke my own promise I made long ago, to always be by your side," you tell her, letting go of your built up frustration and sorrow you've held onto for a millennia, as they slide down your cheeks in streams.