[>IT HURTS] #15 Remastered edition

>SUMMARIES:
Ponybones~Love Games: A Senior in high school Anon is crushing on Rarity, using her younger sister Sweetie Belle as leverage for Anon to get closer to her. In an ironic twist of fate, Anon falls for Sweetie Belle instead, this leads to problems where he loses both girls. A tale of Arcade tournaments of technical video game combat and self loathing.

mediocrewritefag~TMWFFSB: A Senior in high school nice guy Anon who falls for Sweetie Belle. Longing for an semi-open relationship, the two set out for Rarity's blessing, all the while dealing with the Cutie Mark Crusaders as they tag along on every date. A tale of relationship adventure and unsolicited love.

twiligh/tg/ame_night~Soarin's Silver Lining: Coinciding with the previous story, we get to see a story of Soarin, an athlete at CHS for the Wonderbolts. This is all about Soarin's life as he deals with an unexpected lover after getting drunk at a house party. A tale of emotional corruption and >IT HURTS.

twiligh\tg\ame_nite ~: Less of a direct story itself, this writer in particular focuses on the conscience of the characters from the previous story. Little is known about the intentions of this, but it seems to give us an idea on the state of mind for a character in a specific time frame.

TemplarWrittenLog ~: A day in the life with Anon and Pinkie Pie. The style leans more towards direct dialogue than description, essentially mounting to a story based near entirely on the conversation of the two.

Shade of Dusk ~: A upcoming genius and rural Anon builds up a relationship with Sweetie Belle. The story is currently focusing on developing their relationship and introducing new characters and scenery. Beautiful and unmatched descriptiveness sets this tale aside from the others.

The new writer ~: The story is still in early stages, but as of now it is seemingly focused on a trio of Anon, Sweetie Belle, and Pinkie Pie, and their adventure to settle the score with Rarity.

a bit early for this sense we still have 20ish posts left to go last thread, but okay then.

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page 8 ain't great

>>27948778
Definitely seems premature, but I'm okay with it. Nice to have the prompt back and the summaries are pretty good.

>>27948539
Wow. Glad you seem to like it so far. Got shenanigans planned for the next update. >>27948538
A bit too alive, eh?

>>27944107
>You are Soarin and you just want Silver Spoon to be happy.
"Get in the car."
>You wave towards the passenger side door.
"We're going to..."
>You don't have a clue what you're going to do or where you're going to go, just that you can't be here.
>"What if I don't?" Diamond snaps, crossing her arms over - no, *under* her chest.
>You never noticed that before - and feel slightly guilty for noticing it at all.
>"So!? What are you going to do?"
>Diamond shrugs, the gesture quickly aborted in a hiss of pain.
>Theatrics to earn sympathy, nothing more. You hadn't been that rough with her.
>"Well, what if I don't go with you? Are you going to hurt me some more?"
>What little guilt you felt burns away.
"There's no 'if'."
>You yank open the door and motion for her to get in.
"You're coming with me and we're going to do something to make Silver happy. For once in your fucking life, you're going to do something for her and not yourself."
>"I'm not going anywhere."
>If you could, you would leave her here.
>If you knew what to do, you wouldn't need her.
"Yes. You are."
>Diamond's eyes dart between the car and you.
"Get in. Help me fix Silver."
>You don't beg or ask - she's not doing you a favor and you won't let her think she is.
"You're going to help me."
>This is nothing more than atoning for her past sins.
>A moment passes, then another.
>You take a step closer to her.
>That's all it takes.
>"Fine," Diamond sneers. "I mean, with your temper you'd probably kill me if I didn't."

>>27950126
You're a quick learner, Diamond.

Bump from 9

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bump with random tg pic.
if only Soarin could be so gloriously incandesant.

>>27948778
>>27949467
We usually make the new threads before we hit bump limit(490-ish), and I wanted to make sure that this thread would be near complete instead of the old normal format, so I decided to make it before anyone else could make it; for our sake of course.

>>27951867
fair enough.

well I am going to have to start anew w/o the linking... Any ways back into the fun!

>A soft breeze crosses over them as they part their lips as a meteor shower passes over head.
>“Anon… Look up… It is so beautiful,” Sweetie trails off.
“Want to make a wish?”
>”I don’t think I need to but I think there is room in the hammock for both of us,” Sweetie says as she tries to shift to one side.
“I am not sure I should. It might be a bit tight in there,” Anon quips slyly.
>”We can manage, I bet,” Sweetie says as Anon slowly shifts his weight in.
>His movement causes her to flop over on top of his side facing him and her hands and ear now flat on his chest where she can feel his heart beat thumming quickly. Her hair is now practically in his face, brushing his nose as the soft, sugary smell of her shampoo fills his nostrils. He wraps his arms around her lower back as she looks up at him with the cutest expression as she tries to look at him with sultry glance.
“What are you doing, my little marshmallow?”
>”I thought I would try to do a sexy expression as Rarity would call it.”
“I think it might be a bit much for the moment. Let’s enjoy the moment before we have to go in. I am sure it is finally getting late but I don’t care right now.”
“Me neither,” she says as she snuggles her face into the soft cotton of his tee-shirt and coos at his contact and warmth, intertwining her legs with his in their tight nylon suspension.

>They drift through the air, swaying as the warm evening breezes cool and they shift to looking at the stars, both in the sky and in their eyes from their newly realized affection. Soon though, they decide to go back to the house and begin their way back, walking with their fingers interlaced and a joy to their steps.
>As they return to the house, they notice Pinkie’s “Party Van” has pulled beside the carport and she is sitting in the wood swing.

>>27951983
>”Hi Nonny! Hi Sweetie! Enjoy watching the meteors?” Pinkie quickly rattles off.
“Hi… Pinkie… What brings you here at this hour?” Anon slowly asks.
>Well I was originally thinking you could check out the party cannon but Rarity called me saying Sweetie was going to be staying here over night. She met me at my house with some night clothes for her and thought I should…” Pinkie says as she readjusts her voice into a haughty tone. “…protect my sister’s honor from that reckless oaf’s advances.”
>Sweetie’s mouth goes agape and she steps behind Anon defensively at this exposition.
>”I don’t know what Rarity is thinking,” Sweetie replies in shock. “Nonny would never do anything to me…”
>Sweetie continues under her breath “that I did not ask for.”
>As Anon is about to reply, Pinkie is at his face looking him over with one eye and sees the interlaced hands of Anon and Sweetie.
>“Maybe her concerns were a bit late…” Pinkie trails off.
“Well maybe a confession and a few kisses as we enjoyed the stars and a song,” Anon replies as he and Sweetie blush.
>”Yay for you two!” Pinkie squeals, bouncing up and down. “I owe Rainbow $5 now though but I am glad to see you two are FINALLY together.”
“You were betting on my love life?”
>”Actually on whether Sweetie would catch you though, from knowing you both, it was probably a mutual one but you never realized it.”
>“Pinkie, Has anyone told you that you can be scary or creepy?” Sweetie asks as she steps back around Anon.
>”Just your sister. Well let’s get inside. I want to hear all about it and try you both at Dr. Mario!” Pinkie says as she grabs their joined hands and the clothing bag, dragging them along.

>>27950126
>You are Diamond Tiara and your bravado is hollow.
>It withers the instant his body tenses up.
>Soarin doesn't lay a hand on you. In fact, he's very careful to not even come close.
>Nonetheless, you get into the car.
>Silently.
>Without protest.
>You were needling him. Petty revenge for your pain.
>But -
>He slams the door shut with such force that the entire car rocks.
>You should have stayed quiet.
>Or screamed for help when others could hear you.
>Now it's too late.
>Soarin slides behind the steering wheel and glares at you with such fury that you almost feel lucky.
>He has hurt you, but not really. Nothing serious.
>"You're going to help me," he rumbles, deeper and more explosive than the engine that roars to life.
>You remember Silver sitting bloodied and broken on the floor of a bathroom stall, and you nod.
>A few bruises and aches are nothing compared to what he could do.
>Soarin throws the car into reverse without warning, jerking the wheel hard and nearly clipping a truck.
>You barely get your seatbelt on before the next swerve.
>He hits the road at something like twice the limit, tires screeching as they skid along the asphalt.
>It's a miracle he can keep the car under control.
>He's barely in control of himself.
"Where are we going...?"
>"Don't know. Away from here. I just can't fucking be here right now. And don't give me any shit. I can't take any more right now."
>You nod, trying to ignore the erratic swerving.
>He stays withing his lane, but just barely.
>Five minutes alone with Silver did this to Soarin.
>You don't know what she said, but you're glad she's not here with him.
>He's right. It's time to do something for Silver Spoon for the first time in your life.
>You aren't helping him. You're helping *her*.
>Keeping Silver safe.
>From him.

>>27951983
>>"I think there is room."
>“I am not sure. It might be a bit tight in there.”
>>”We can manage."
What did they mean by this?

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>>27952011
>keeping silver safe
>from him
bruh you better not

>>27952471
The hammock is much like a fishnet and always wrapped you up tight like a sausage. It was also designed as a single person model but a pair of teens would barely fit without breaking it. After all, this is based on one from my own life

>>27952501
You're gonna have to be more specific about what you don't want me to do.
Pretty sure this isn't what you mean but it seems like you're encouraging me to have Diamond talk him into going back to Silver and beating the shit out of her and I am NOT doing that.

>>27953494
I think he meant that since Diamond is trying to keep Silver safe from Soarin, it implies that Diamond will kill Soarin.

I wouldn't mind it. He's a dick to diamond anyways.

page 8 aint great

>>27954205
neither is nine
also, check'd ur rhyme

>>27954824
rhyme/10

Ok. Feedback time: opinions? I am frankly enjoying getting to write again. Work is fun again too as I spend time planning the next updates.

>>27955621
I think your story has excellent craft and as put in the OP it has " Beautiful and unmatched descriptiveness."

Just want to know what the story is going to be about. Like what are the conflicts, when is the climax, what's the overall purpose? As of now, it seems like a "perfect" fantasy where some guy gets a loli girlfriend, all the other stories save for the 2 newest ones have a set goal and have gone through conflicts and development. Your story is premature, to say the least.

>>27955644
I wouldn't say he gets a loli girlfriend with at most a 3 year gap, which is only a 2 year gap currently. I'd just say he gets a short girlfriend.

>>27955621
Going to echo the "descriptiveness" sentiment. I really enjoy your green so far. Not sure how chill or heated the eventual Anon x Rarity discussion will be, but I'm loving the scenic and comfy romance budding so far. S'cute

last bump for the night

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going to work bump
I swear to god if spoon gets hurt

>>27955644
I have conflicts planned between a few but those don't kick in till word spreads the next morning. Rarity, Button Mash, and DT all kick up the conflict but I wanted to build in as this is in no way perfect. Introspection by Anon will begin this as of tonight's updates

>>27958283
Shit. DT and Button Mash is involved, will we get to throw them under a bus, or maybe shoot them out the party cannon?

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>>27959595
You want to see Diamond Tiara get killed by a bus?

Can do!

>>27959894
GOD DAMN IT, I WAS BEING SARCASTIC! WE NEED SOMEONE TO GILT TRIP SOARIN INTO CHILLING THE FUCK OUT!

>>27959894
I want Silver to die. I know she dies at the end, but speed it up. Fucking hate her now.

Don't end the story though, go into detail on how Soarin falls for DT after Silver's death and they fuck like wild animals.

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>>27961036

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>>27959937
gUilt.
>>27959595
everyone gets to see hubris come to DT. Button Mash gets a wrench toward the end.
spoilers yes but the real fun is how we get there.
Before we get all that, though,, more cuteness and some internal monologue.

>>27951989
>The mass of three teens stumble into the kitchen as the tv in the den is running as Anon’s mom fell asleep watching the news again. The TV blares out in a deep, hyper-masculine voice ‘This is… ENN’ covering the sounds of them all almost falling over into the floor, disrupting the stools with a clatter but barely causing a stir from Anon’s mom.
“I guess she had a longer day than I thought,” Anon states as he gains his balance and walk into the den to check her, seeing her curled up under a quilt she and his grandmother made when she first got married. “Let’s try to be a bit quieter as we go on, “ he continues as he adjusts the quilt and rejoins his maiden and their jester in the kitchen.
“Ok y’all. Let’s get to the guest room so we can get you two settled and make a plan for what is next,” Anon states as he walks waving them to a doorway around the corner to their left.
> The two ladies follow him as they turn left a few steps beyond the doorway into a tiny hallway with a small bathroom to the left and a secluded 10’x’10’ room. On the door side and left walls are twin beds and a dresser on the right. Before them is a multi-tier wood shelving set with inset tv and several gaming systems split out across the shelves with games and controllers for each stacked neatly beside them. The whole array takes up one third of the back wall only leaving room for the small closet and the foot of one of the beds.
>Sweetie gapes at this setup and practically stops in the hallway till Pinkie pulls her along. Anon hops on the far bed, turning to face the girls and pats the space beside him as an orange cat with a zig-zag tail disrupted by the wrapping, saunters out from under the bed and the out the hall to the stairs leading to the second floor.
”Are you ok Sweetie?” Anon says as he tilts his head

>>27961514
>”I don’t know how you keep managing to do this but you keep amazing me. You were not kidding when you said you had a collection. Original NES through Gamecube with no system gaps. Sega master system and early model Genesis. Atari 5200. I…uh... Wow. No wonder you were good at things at the arcade…”she says as she sits beside him, leaning on his shoulder.
>“Well do you think he would not practice, silly?” Pinkie interjects. “Even his mom plays these some, preferring Dr. Mario like I do. Now when are we going to start a battle royale! I still owe you from the last time I played you.”
“In a little bit Pinkie. We do need to discuss what we are going to do first. I need a shower so while I do that upstairs, you two get comfortable and settled in. If you want any night clothes other than what your sister sent along Sweetie, my sister’s room is upstairs, to your right then last room on your left. All this sound good? Um yes, Pinkie?” Anon questioningly asks as the pink toned young woman waves a raised hand.
>”Does this mean I have to stay clothed?”
”Yes pinkie…” Anon says while gripping the bridge of his nose and Sweetie snaps her head over to Anon with a confused blush. “Yes it also means Sweetie has to be clothed,“ Anon fires off as Pinkie’s hand shoots up again and Sweetie mimics a sugar beet in color.
“Do you have any questions, Sweetie? Other than about nudity involving Pinkie?”
>”Not really other than about towels.”
“There should be some under the sink in the left cabinet. If not, send Pinkie for some upstairs or take a hard left at the top of the stairs to get some from the other bathroom up there I am not using,” Anon says as he starts to get up and walk to the door.

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>>27961531
>“Wait,” squeaks out Sweetie, hopping over to him at the doorway. She pulls on Anon’s shoulder till his face is beside her’s and kisses his cheek. “See you soon…” she softly murmurs looking with wide eyes into his. Pinkie, watching them, get a super goofy expression on her face and makes shooting signs with her fingers as he is pushed softly back onto his path toward the stairs in a mild daze.
>After anon vanishes up the stairs, Sweetie walks over to Pinkie to see what clothes Rarity sent along, reaching for the bag on the far side of the bed when Pinkie flops over in her way.
>”You two are so cute! So are you going to dish or do I have to resort to extraction?” Pinkie says with a smirk while wiggling her fingers as though she is going to tickle Sweetie.
>”No need to resort to that, Pinkie. I will tell you after I get a shower myself and changed. Now what did my lovely, overly suspicious, ‘too focused on clothes for time for her little sister and own good’ sister sent along.”
>”Whoa. Never heard you talk about Rarity like that, Sweetie,” Pinkie says with confusion and a concerned expression while she pulls the bag from behind herself.
>”She just makes me so mad when she acts like this and then uses a surrogate rather than actually talk to me. It make me feel like I am just a burden or another task to manage to her rather than be her sister.”
>”I know she is just trying to look after you, her only sister. She knew I would understand, being both a little and big sister myself. You just need to get her aside and talk it over. You two will get this clear and I may be a surrogate sister tonight but at least I am a fun one…” Pinkie says as she playfully bumps Sweetie’s chin with a balled hand.

>>27961558
>Sweetie’s visual frustration lessens at this and finally finds the pajamas in the bag that Rarity sent. It is a teal pair of shorts and top made of satin that cinch with matching drawstring and three buttons respectively. Even when she is frustrated, Rarity can still toss together something fashionable Sweetie mused to herself.
>”So what are you going to wear Pinkie? I don’t see any night clothes here for you in here,” Sweetie asks as she looks up, seeing somehow Pinkie has taken off her bra and is wearing just her panties under a long night shirt with 3 stretched balloons on the front. “Wait…how…nevermind….”
>Pushing the confusion at Pinkie out of her mind, Sweetie proceeds to the bathroom to get her shower started. She looks for the towels where Anon said they would be, finding none and elicits help from Pinkie to find where any could be.

>Anon quickly trots up the stairs and heads in the first door at the top of the stairs. He muses at how nice it is to be back up here in his room but not as nice as this afternoon and evening. He never imagined that everything could turn out so well for him in such a small span. Sure Rarity can be a bitch but Anon knows that she is just trying to cope and protect her sister. Ah, Sweetie Belle… his little marshmallow. She had hated it at first when he had called her that, stealing an insult from Diamond, but he tried to put as much kindness behind it to remove the venom from its originator. Sweetie warmed to it and it had become their joke name for her though she kept wondering what to use as a jab back at him to josh in turn.

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>>27961576
>Thinking deeper to Rarity’s complaint, Anon wonders why she would be complaining NOW of all times, given it has been 6 months since she approved of his being Sweetie’s ride. Rarity has been getting stranger about the arrangement lately, getting a bit flustered at him at the Drama club meetings and insisting on reviewing his prop plans every time a planning meeting came up in increasing detail.
“Bah… enough of that shit,” Anon says to himself as he makes sure his bedroom door is closed and walks into the fore room of the bathroom, stripping in front of the mirror above the two sinks.
>Looking up after kicking off his black steel toe oxfords & dropping his pants, he looks across the fore room into his sister’s room. It has been a year since she moved out with his father into town and he frequently missed his old best friend. Even though she had been growing apart from him as she began dating and began cheerleading in middle school, she was always his little sister and, really, lone confidant. Well, other than maybe Pinkie and Fluttershy.
>Before the weight of the memories can completely destroy the joy of the day, He finishes stripping and is about to close the door to his sister’s room when his orange tabby rushes in preventing the door from completely closing. Apparently Tooner wants to watch him bathe as he follows Anon into the shower room and sits on the toilet lid, maoing softly and batting at him as Anon pulls the curtain open and starts the water for the shower. Just as the water gets right, he half closes the door to the small room and gets in, letting the water wash away the memories and the warmth remind him of the new joy in his life.

>>27961506
based.

>>27961599
Yo, my nigga, you will add a scene where it's 2:30 AM and Pinkie is laying on top of Anon, right? For dialogue purposes of course.

We need more Pinkie for sexual in this thread, feel me?

>>27962505
I do have some ideas but just give me time.
>>27961599
>A few minutes pass and Anon hears a knock as he turns the water off.
“Oh you could not find any towels anywhere else? Come on in and grab one off the hanger in here,” Anon says with the curtain still drawn. “Just let me know if you need any more…” Anon says as he pulls the curtains back halfway and begins stepping out… to be face to face with Sweetie Belle. Both freeze and turn red followed by anon quickly closing the curtain again.
>”Pinkie said I could find the extra towels in here… I did not hear the shower so I thought…” Sweetie trails off blubbering as she stumbles back out the door and closes it.
“Give me a min and I will hand you one. One second…” Anon states as he recomposes himself, wraps in a towel, and then hands the spare one in an outstretched hand to the girl on the other side of the half closed door. Sweetie takes it daintily and then skitters back to and down the stairs.
“Well that happened, eh Tooner?” Anon says as he reaches down petting the feline as he reaches out a paw. “I guess I had better get dressed and join them.”
>The cat meows to Anon as he hops down and opens the door with a paw, looking back after he crosses into the next room seeming waiting on Anon. The two of them walk out into Anon’s room again as he dries himself off and palms his bedroom door closer again. Wait… He closed that.
>“Hello Nonny…” comes a voice from the top bunk of the bed.
“Pinkie... Get out of here and make sure Sweetie is ok. Last thing I need is for her to get hurt on either of our watches. Now is not the time for pranks…”Anon says as he covers with the towel, dripping on his floor. “We may be close but I am not in the mood to deal with this. Please. We can all be silly AFTER I get back downstairs.”
>“Fine fine. I just wanted you to have a pleasant surprise…”

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>>27962874
“Too early and her sister is not trusting her to be free yet. Hell you are the first to find out that Sweetie and I are…”
>“Yeah I know,” Pinkie pouts out as she hops down onto the lower bed that is perpendicular to the top. “Just don’t keep us waiting long.”
“I won’t. Now skit!” Anon saws as Pinkie skip out of his room and pulls the door closed behind her.
>Having now regained solitude in his room, Anon finishes drying, dropping the towel as he steps into his walk in closet. After a few minutes, he chooses a black tee-shirt with brass gears emblazoned down the sides along the seams and a pair of blue fluffy fleece pants. Nice and cozy…
>Anon tosses the pieces onto his bed and sits to put them on. He manages after rolling Tooner off the pants which he tied to claim as his own. Anon looks over at the clock, noting that it is now 2130 which limits the time they can all game before they have to sleep. Don’t want to anger or annoy V.P. Luna if she is taking the time to meet with him before deciding on a punishment.
“Why do these two have to be such pains?” Anon thinks as he flops back and the cat kneads into his leg hard. He continues to ponder for a few more minutes then heads back down to the guest room and the two waiting ladies.
Upon his return, Anon knocks on the door to prevent the reverse of 15 minutes ago from occurring and is called in. He is greeted to Pinkie sitting in the floor with her back to one bed with the NES running Starforce, blasting her way through the endless waves of enemies while her chest does an impression of a bouncy castle at quincinera and the balloons on her shirt looking as though they were going to burst like the Hindenburg.

>>27962924
love the Pinkie you described for me.

>>27962924
Good memes writefriend. Looking forward to more.

>>27963529
>>27964165
I intend to keep it coming. now back to typing offline. I have more I can post but I need my buffer.

>>27962924
damn thing cut off a carrot...

>>27964640
You know you're based, right?

>>27964659
being based, do I give a shit?

>>27965250
Haha, very funny man.

I remember when there was a time I used to write for these threads... Man, feels like only a week or two ago.

bump from 9
>>27965447
Either get back to it, or quit wasting time. No I wont ask who you are.

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tg/n

no hurt de spoon

>>27966040

Sounds like someone pretending to be me. Somebody salty.

Also sorry about the radio silence, I've been distracted with a lot of stuff the past couple weeks and continue to be. I'll try to get something up tonight or tomorrow but I make no guarantees.

>>27966626
You sodomised that girl yet?

>>27966619
What if she likes being hurt?

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>>27966868

it hurts

>>27962924
> Sitting on the bed behind her is Sweetie in her soft satin pj’s with her arms crossed on her lap as she looks up. The teal of the pj’s stand out from her pale skin and contrast with her green eyes. Sweetie blushes as Anon looks at her, the walk in fresh on her mind. Anon climbs onto the bed beside her and wraps his arm around her shoulders as he kisses her check, eliciting a quick squeak from the maiden. She leans into him and places a soft pale hand on his knee.
>”Hi Anon…” Sweetie says in a tone befitting her name as they intertwine their right hands.
>”Welcome back, Nonny. I… gah… Are you ready for….the Dr. Mario…battle?” Pinkie fires off as she continues to dodge the in game fire on the floor.
“Sure, Pinkie. You get it in and pass me a controller. Sweetie gets to choose the next game though and we cannot stay up too late. Meeting with V.P. Luna after all.”
>”Works for me!” Pinkie says as she runs into a barrage of shots that glitched into her hitbox. She quickly swaps out the games and the green checkered selection screen pops up.
>”How do you play this?” Sweetie asks as Anon shifts his position to be able to use the controller
“Do you remember Tetris? It is similar to that only it has a pvp mode and simpler controls. It is also my mom’s favorite. Anyways, It is fun and Pinkie wants to beat me again.”

>>27969562
>”What… It is the only one I CAN beat you on.”
>Sweetie lays over behind anon to get a better look at the screen as Pinkie and Anon choose the settings for their battle. As they get into the first game, Sweetie asks a few questions so she can be ready to try a turn when they finish.
>“So I just shift the pill to the sides, spin the pill, and use that window to see the next pill?”
>”Uh huh,” Pinkie responds. “Oh by the way, how did you and Anon decide to become a couple? I am dying to know.”
>“Well… it kind of just happened,” Sweetie trails off.
“Yeah it did though I will say the first sparks began when I met you in AP Biology last year and the embers of interest began glowing hotter over the last six months of my picking her up from chorus practice and arcade time.”
>”Rarity has been suggesting that I spend less time with Anon and even suggested one of my class mates to me.”
“Oh really… You never really told me this, Sweetie.”
>”Oh yeah… tell us more Sweetie!” Pinkie says with a full mouth of popcorn from a box she got from who knows where. Maybe her bag but trans-dimensional Pinkie-isms aside.
>”Rarity was suggesting I go out with Button Mash since he seemed to like video games and is my age. He…is…”
“A detestable pain in the ass,” Anon fires off flatly.
>”Let’s go with that. Thank you Anon,” Sweetie continues. “He may like games but he would come up and try to flirt with me whenever Anon stepped away at the arcade. He also will try to convince me at lunch or wherever he spots me, always flanked by his followers, Snips and Snails. I have tried to tell him to go away but he is just not getting the hint. At least he stopped trying to ambush me after Chorus…” Sweetie says as she looks up at Anon.
>”Wow. I had no idea… maybe the girls and I can help watch your back,” Pinkie spouts.

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>>27969570
>”That would be appreciated. Apple Bloom and Scoots have been trying to run interception but they can only do so much…”
“I wish you had told me sooner, Sweetie. That little pain has been lurking around my truck and Drama Club, trying to mess with my stuff, tag my stuff, or with his friends in tow, try to challenge me to a fight.”
>”I am sorry I didn’t tell you, Nonny,” Sweetie replies as she reaches a hand up to his shoulder. “I was so embarrassed that it was happening.”
“Well I know now so we will find a way to fix it,” Anon responds with a hand brushing her cheek. “So Sweetie what shall we play next?” Anon says as Pinkie does the ‘Cabbage Patch’ in place cheering her victory over Anon for the 5th time in a row while chanting ‘Go Pinkie’.
>”Hmm… I don’t know, “Sweetie says as she gets up to inspect the NES game collection. Eventually she picks a game with 2 fighters in front of a horrible looking alien. “How about this one?”
“Ooohh. Good choice. Contra… a personal fave.” Anon says with a devilish smile.
>”Oh no. Now you have got him started…”Pinkie groans.

>>27969615
The ball buster itself. This will be good.
>>27969570
So can we run over Button Mash soon?

>>27969843
Give me time and you will hate him more. little twip cannot take a hint. I will say this: I liked him at first but the fandom has made me want to adjust his ass with a wrench. Sweetie would be his wet dream but he would never get a date with her if it were reality.

>>27969985
good.

>>27969985
Still waiting for that scene where Anon goes to buy a pack of cigs and doesn't come back.

bump from 9

goodnight people.

I haven't read Shades' story yet, and at this point I'm too afraid to start.

>>27972829
well it is a fun one. I just have some dark moments planned. I see no point in hiding that fact but the fun is HOW you get there.

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>>27969615
>“What do you mean?” Sweetie says with a cocked head.
“I used to play this all the time and it is one of the hardest games of all time. Luckily there is a common cheat to make it easier for beginners. Just put it in and I will teach you.”
>”O…Okay,” Sweetie says confused and is waved over to sit beside him after she gets the game on.
>As Sweetie sits down the opening music begins and the title side scrolls into view as Anon enters THE CODE: Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B A START on two player mode. Pinkie hands Sweetie her controller and moves to the bed across from them to watch them play, texting Rarity that she is watching over her sister and also firing off a couple to AJ and Fluttershy filling them in on the good news.
“Okay Sweetie. This is a side scrolling shooter. The goal is to go through it without dying and shooting whatever pops up. You will not hit me so just fire mercilessly and if something floats by, shoot it too as it is a power up. Also you and jump down like this and you can also swim and duck under the water. If you get hit, you respawn as a jump in from the left…” Anon instructs as they proceed across the first island and the brides blows up. “It takes a bit to get used to it but since we have the 30 life code in, you have plenty of lives to work with.”
>Their travel across the first stage is slow as Sweetie keeps missing jumps or gets hit by stray shots. Eventually they clear the stage with Anon at 28 lives and Sweetie at 19.
“Good Job! You did better than most do on their first try,” Anon says as he wraps an arm around her shoulder.
>”Thanks. It just has a steep learning curve…” Sweetie replies with a smile. “I can definitely see why you like it.”
“Yes. Nothing worthwhile comes easily and this definitely makes you work for it.”
>”Just a question.”
“Yes Sweetie?”
>“Do you mind us changing games?” Sweetie says with puppy dog eyes.

.

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>>27972999
“No…Not at all… Do you want to pick or shall I?”
>“You go ahead…” Sweetie says with a smirk and watches him stand up while biting her lip.
>As Anon gets to his feet, he feels a small hand reach out trying to grasp his rear but just grazes the fabric. He quickly turns back around to see Sweetie looking off to the side and Pinkie chuckling to herself at Sweetie’s bold move. Anon turns back around, feeling another attempt, stepping back slightly so she hits her target.
“Find something Sweetie?”
>”Maybe…” Sweetie bubbles out with a giggle.
“Alright but let me find a game before it gets much later. Don’t forget we can’t stay up all night though that would be fun,” Anon says as he winks and steps outside of her reach.
>Anon looks across the collection for a couple minutes as replies come to Pinkie’s texts and now the chirping comes to Sweetie’s phone as Apple Bloom and Scootaloo text her to confirm the news. Sweetie is giggling and blushing as they query for details. Scoots is being lewd in her suggestions and questions, turning the marshmallow into a cherry tomato as she scrolls through the flow of messages. Finally Anon chooses a game and powers it up, rejoining the girls as Pinkie is now laying on the floor laughing with blush at messages Sweetie received.
>”Whoa… Scoots must be spending too much time with porn to come up with that idea…” Pinkie chortles off at the last message.
“What is she saying?!?” Anon asks as he quickly looks over at Sweetie’s phone as she tries to hide it with a shocked and red face at the contortions linked in the message.
>”Nothing… Nothing….I…” Sweetie stutters out.
>”You really don’t want to know, Nonny,” Pinkie fires out. “Let’s say Sweetie was struck by Scoota-lewd…”

>>27972829
I'd recommend it if you're looking for something more calm. As said multiple times before, its descriptiveness is unmatched so far. A decent read so far.

>>27973035
I'm convinced that Shade of Dusk is actually writing multiple stories in this thread. It's pretty obvious at this point.

>>27973035
I MUST KNOW THE SCOOTA-LEWD!

pmub

>>27972999
>B A Start for 2-player
>Not Select Start
Get fucking good or stop writing, you fucking casual

bump from 9

>>27975111
I was not in the mood to power up my nes to double check so I goofed. Meh.

>>27974422
Literary devicie. May define later

>>27973843
Just this one. Working on robotics and business documents otherwise as well as working in a machine shop in the day. I wanted to say more to describe the shop so it could match mine but did not think y'all would give a shit. Maintenance of suspension of disbelief and all

i hate this general

>>27976826
Based.

>>27976889
Don't worry, we hate you too.

>>27976969
I have 3 to 5 pages written ahead of what I post. You can make suggestions as I don't have 2 days of the labor day weekend this is set on written or in notes.

>>27977265
I can only think of smut at the moment and my rage at a tumblrite trying to push being forcefully sex changed by a witch is a good thing in /tg/. Cant offer much criticism at the moment.

>>27977291
>my rage at a tumblrite trying to push being forcefully sex changed by a witch is a good thing in /tg/
literally what the fucked?

>>27977450
cyoa thread. its a shitshow at the moment and it hasn't stopped yet.

C'mon Bones, we all know Anon is going to fuck up AGAIN. We just want to see how.

no insane spoon pls

My last update was 12 days ago, time sure does fly.

>>27877159
"Damn... It feels like it was just yesterday."
>"Yeeah...."
"I mean, we weren't all that close but, but damn dude, that was fucking weak."
>"Listen Nonny, how about we talk about something other than- that."
"Yeah, yeah, good idea."
>
>"Soo."
"So back to the planning."
>"Planning! Alright so-
"Wait wait wait, I'm still starving."
>"Like I saaaid Nonny, I can make you something. What would you like to eat?"
"Something that tastes good, maybe try something new, nice and pink."
>"So you want to eat some of me?"

>>27978210
Holy shit we thought you were dead, you have more than just one post right?

>>27978305
>you have more than just one post right?
Damn, I didn't plan for this.

>>27978210
"Wait, what?"
>"So you want to eat some meat?"
"Oh, yeah. I've never had rare or medium rare, I usually get well-done, so I was thinking I could try that."
>"Well sure, I have some meat at-
"But on second thought, I don't want to eat it because I might not like it. And I don't want you wasting resources on me like that."
>"Well Nonny, we can alwa-
"Nah, fuck it, I'll just eat whatever."
>"Ughhh. You're hard to deal with, you know that?"
"You know, you ~can~ go fu-
>"And with that let's continue the conversation!"
"Yeah, sure, whatever."

>>27978520
Pretty obvious.

>>27978531
Haha, I try my best. Not really, I need some ideas, all are welcomed, seriously.

>>27978520
"So tell me..."
>"
"What is your favorite colour?"
>"'colour'?"
"Colour, color, same shit dude."
>"Teehee, take a guess Nonny."
"Ehhh, grey?"
>"'grey'?"
"Grey, gray, same shit bro."
>"Noope, take another guess."
"I mean, might be obvious, but is it pink?"
>"Nope. I actually really hate pink."
"Really?"
>"Yeah. I really dislike it. I'm the only one in my family that is revolved around pink, so it makes me feel left out."
"Oh shit, that sucks man. I mean, I can call you something els-
>"HAHAHA Oh Man, The Look On Your Face! HAHA, I Got You Good, Huh Nonny?!"
"Wow pal, that's really fucking low. I was about to try and convince you that living your life in such hatred of yourself is terrible and do some therapist shit and try to understand why and how you cope with the suffering."
>"Relaaax, it wasn't that serious! I absolutely love pink! It's the best color in the world!"
"I rarely ever see you get serious like that. I didn't know you could act so well."
>"I just try and copy my sister Maud."
"Oh yeah, Mauuud."
"That's the... Maud- one, right?"
>"You bet! Isn't she just fantastic?!"
~fuck no
"Yeah, kinda."

>>27978685
>"Hey! We should go visit her!"
"No."
>"What? Why not?"
"Well, Maud is, you know, Maud. She's a busy.... woman... and... you know."
>"I know what?"
~Lord help me
~~I'm not here at the moment
"*cough*ah-ughm, isn't the sky just so beautiful right now?"
>"The sky is always beautiful Nonny, kinda like Maud!"
"Um well, I don't know about all of that. Anywho, let's just change the topic, again. I'm sure... Maud... doesn't want us talking behind her back."
>"But I'm sure she wou-
"She would much rather us compliment her in person, which we should do, at some time which isn't now, and not throughout today, because today is our day... Mhmm."
~Ez pz
>"Okay Nonny, I don't know why you start to always act all weird when I bring up Maud."
"Really? Do I? Must be a coincidence, because... Maud... is just so super duper cool!"
>"Rea-
"I agree. We should definitely keep walking in this direction and discuss more relevant matters."


Anon and Maud backstory? Y/N

>>27978836
Post it. Post everything.

>>27978836
>"Nonny."
"*snf* Yeah?"
>"Did something happen between you and Maud?"
"Nah..."
>"Nohnnny...."
"Nah, bud. I mean, nah- no- nadda. Never."
>"I know when you lying, Nonny, we've discussed this."
"Pfah"
>"So, did something happen between you two?" Nonny, you can tell me!"
"Me and... Maud...? I-i, no, nah, we aren't even, nah. Me and... her... are tight, feel me?"
>"That's not how you talk."
"Pfff, whatevs."
>"Stop it."
"Chillax homie, it's all good in the hood, nah-mean?"
>"Are you okay, Nonny?"
"Fo sho mah nigga."
>"Alright Nonny, stop that!"
~~For real dude, you don't wanna get jumped or some shit.
>"Okay Nonny, I thought we were friends, and friends should at least tell their friends when they aren't feeling good. You should really tell me what's wrong."
"Maud is what's-*cough* I have no idea what you are talking about, Pinkie Pie."
>"Seriously this is getting out of hand, it's not even funny anymore, it never was, you're just dragging this along to waste time."
"Alright alright, I'm sorry."
>"Good, noooow, tell me or I'll ask Maud myself."
"Fuuuck. Listen, Pinks, can we please not talk about it? Me and your... sister... are cool, we're fine, nothing happened, it's all in the past."
>"What's in the past?"
"Nothing, we live in the present."
>"So we're in the present?"
"Technically we're in the future."
>"Uh-huh... Now you gone on and confused me. I don't think my brain can handle all of this!"
"Mine either."
This was all over the place. Doesn't matter, it's written in a way which you can ignore it if you like. Pretend it never happened, like post S2 of the show.

>>27979160
post S3: Beyond the planned conclusion and where the $ signs finally set in
>>27973035
“Okay then…” Anon replies as he blushes from the suggestion and knowing how Scoots thinks from when she tried to flirt with him a month into his regiment of Sweetie pickups.
“So the game I put in is another fave of mine and is one that Dr. Mario was partially derived from. Behold: Original Tetris!”
>Clicking start the music begins as he selects Tetris B and Music 1 on the lowest setting for infinite lines. As he is about to turn to Sweetie to see if she wants to try, she tugs at his arm causing him to turn his head into her lips softly touching his and he lights up as red as fast as a Christmas tree light. Sweetie pulls away as Pinkie daawws in the background, and leaves Anon frozen. She then takes to opportunity to take his controller and crawls into his lap, resting the back of her head on his chest, looking up.
>”Got you, my Nonny…”
“Indeed you did, my little marshmallow,” Anon says as he recovers from his surprise and wraps his hands around her waist. He hugs her close as they share a smile and a quick peck. “Now let’s get this game rolling. We only have about an hour or so till midnight. We don’t want to turn into pumpkins before we have to meet with V.P .Luna, now do we?” Anon pokes.
>”Nope though I am sure we could patch ourselves up,” Sweetie quips.
“I swear my humor is rubbing off on you…”

>>27979243
>As the couple banters, tessellating the block in game as they go, Pinkie continues her texts, bringing Sunset into the loop as well as RD. Fluttershy asks what all are they up to after Pinkie reset the messages to a group text as Pinkie gets a smirk and turns her phone’s camera on Anon & Sweetie. She snaps a quick photo of them with Anon manning the controller again and Sweetie leaning back into him with her hand on his cheek, sharing it with a caption of ‘Cutest Couple EVAR!’
>”Daaww,” replies Fluttershy.
>”They really are,” AJ quips.
>”Sweet,” Sunset and RD respond.
>”Um has anyone let Rarity know?” Fluttershy asks pensively.
>”Rarity sent me here to make sure they did not get into trouble. I will fill her in in the morning” Pinkie adds. “No point in riling her up if she is going to be pissy enough to not trust them. After all they are more reasonable then most. Now if it were just me…” Pinkie continues
>Sweetie’s phone chirps again, now with Rarity checking in on her and that Pinkie is making sure Anon’s not ‘defiling her baby sister’ or ‘corrupting’ her. Sweetie groans and quickly fires off that Pinkie is monitoring them and that they are about to all go to sleep. She also thanks her for sending the clothes as Pinkie now takes the controller for a turn, leaving Anon to move his hands back to her belly and his head to her shoulder.
>”I know she means well… but can she not trust me? I feel like… gah...” Sweetie blurts in frustration.
“I know. I know. My sister used to gripe about my mom messaging her but she did do things warranting the worry. That is part of why she moved out and it broke our mom’s heart. Rarity means well though this is still a little much.”
>“Is that why you don’t really talk about her, Nonny?” Sweetie asks softly

>>27978836
>>27979160
>"Hey, Nonny"
"Yeah?"
>"You like pizza, right?"
"Do I really need to answer that?"
>"Yeah, so I was thinking we could order some pizza! What do you think?"
"I think that sounds like it costs money."
>"Well duh-
"Money which I am not spending on you. ever. again."
>"Nonny I told you I was sorry!"
"I really don't care anymore."
"And to be honest."
"I think you only say that because it's the right thing to say."
>"Of course no-
"Nah pal, I'll be straight with you, I don't give a shit."
>"Alright, now you're being ru-
"And now you're being annoying."
>"Friends are supposed to treat each other with respect and kindness!"
"Yeah, fuck that. Take that bullshit to Twinkle Sparkle."
>"It's Tw-
"Once again, I don't give a shit."
"And another thing, I don't even remember calling you my friend."
>"We-
"Mind showing me exactly where I said that? Send me a picture or a link, because I really don't fucking see it."
>"*snf* Okay Nonny, if you don't want to be my friend, then fine. I'll just leave you alone..."

>>27948538
>and boyish
wouldn't this only be an insult if anon where a grill?

>>27979261
>Pinkie
This is what we need more of. You should really do some Anon x Pinkie, it's always the best course of action. Trust me.

>>27979304
"Woah, calm down Pinks."
>"No, if you don't wanna be my friend then-
"Bud, relax, I didn't mean it like that. I was being ironic...-cally sar-castic. I only said so because I thought you knew me well."
>"o-oh.."
"Yeah well I guess you really don't know me. And here I thought that you considered me as a friend, but you were just playing a ruse the entire time!"
>"Wa-what, no! Of course not! Grrr, I'll prove to you that I'm your bestest friend ever!"
"That's the spirit."
>"Haha, Nonny, you sure know how to give a girl a scare."
"Yeah well, I've had some practice."
>"What else could you give me?"

Anon x Pinkie? Y/N

>>27979733
Yes.

>>27979815
The future awaits!
>>27979386
"Whatever you want."
>"I can think of a few things I want from you..."
"Alright, tell me."
>"I'd rather... Tell you in private... You know... Just me... and you..."
"Uh-huh, well it's kinda just us right now. I mean yeah, some people walk by every now and again, which hasn't happened for like 20 minutes, but it's kinda empty right now. In fact, where even are we? I guess it doesn't matter, what matters is what you want, I guess."
>"I reeally, think we should hurry back home. I think I want it there..." She bites her lip.
You lean in "Yeah... I think I want it there too. But to be honest, I don't think I can wait."
>"Me neither."
"So you want it now?"
>"Very much so."
"How badly do you want it?"
>"I want it verrryyy badly. I want it rough and moist, I want to savor it."
"Damn, I didn't know you were like that."
>"Mmmhmmm, and I want it with pepperoni and bacon."
"Sounds like a plan. You wanna split the bill?"
>"Yeah sure, that's what friends are for."
"Awesome."
>"And let's get the cheesy crust with extra cheese."
"Holy shit, they have that out?"
>"Yeah! I had it with Rarity one time, it was delicious!"
~who?
"Sounds like a kickass pizza. But I don't wanna sit in a stupid diner just to eat it, we should just order it out or something."
>"Mmm, I guess. But in that case we still have to get home first."
"Damn."
"Hey, it's all good. We can wait a bit. Still got a lot to do, remember?"

>>27979261
“No… That is a long story that I don’t like to tell. I do promise to share it at some point but not tonight,” Anon answers as he looks over at the lone clock on the nightstand between the beds. “Well we all should get to sleep since it is now midnight. Do you know which bed you want to be in, Sweetie?”
>”Yours…” the young maiden fires out with a smirk and a shimmy in his lap, furthering stirrings that Anon has till now not noticed from his mind wandering and the game distracting from. The young lady continues her shifting about on his lap and moves a hand to his leg, brushing the fleece while biting her lip.
“Nice try but that would have to wait. Last thing we both need is to rush this, as it pains me to say,” he states as his pants get a bit uncomfortable.
>”Fine fine. I was just kidding and I agree…” Sweetie says with a pout. “I Guess I will take the bed behind us by the door. Should make it so I am less likely to step and crash if I have to get up. Is that fine by you Pinkie?”
>“Sure! Whatever makes you comfy. After all, It looks like you have a couple more messages from Bloom and Scoots. Who knows what they have to say now,” Pinkie says mid-stretch.
“Alright. Now please let me up so I can get to my bed?” Anon says as Sweetie wiggles in mock resistance till he can slide her off, standing up with the help of the bed as a prop. He manages to stand and then helps Sweetie to her feet, allowing them to walk to the stairs hand in hand.
>The path up is lit by moonlight coming in through the windows framing the front door, casting a pearlescent glow into the foyer before the stairs. The light surrounds the two, reflecting in their eyes as anon takes her hands into his.

>>27980021
“Till the morning, my Sweetie.”
>”Till the morning,” Sweetie coos and moves closer to Anon, closing her eyes slightly.
>They move their heads close and their lips meet in a soft kiss. She moves one hand to his cheek, grazing it with the pressure of a feather as a chill spreads across them both causing a happy shiver from them both to shiver and pull closer. They open their mouths slightly, touching their tongues lightly as Anon rubs Sweetie’s side slowly. They pull apart slowly as they both try for restraint that their hormones try to burn away in youthful passion.
>”Now that was a kiss…” Sweetie says drunk off the surge of sensations and biochemistry demanding response.
“I agree. I can hardly wait till the next one,” Anon adds as he touches her soft lips with his finger and blades himself to the steps. “See you soon, my little marshmallow.”
>”See you soon, Nonny,” Sweetie replies as he begins up the stairs and their grip slips along one arm each till distance breaks the contact.
>They wave good night as he reaches the top of the stairs to turn to his room, leaving Sweetie in a daze at the foot of the steps. After a few moments she manages to walk the short distance back to the guest room’s hallway, feeling as though each of the foot sized tiles beneath her bare feet were tiny cool clouds. In the hallway she bumps into Pinkie, having not noticed her in her haze, bouncing face first into Pinkie’s balloons.
>”Ah...young love…” Pinkie smoothly sighs out with a smile.
>”Oh hush…” Sweetie pops out, blushing still from her rapidly beating heart as it flutters on at her fresh memory.
>”I know all about it,” Pinkie murmurs as her mind returns to a time with Cheese Sandwich and the their fun till the incident involving a rubber chicken and the delayed monthly visitor. “Come now. We have to try to sleep.”

>>27980021
>“Nice try but that would have to wait. Last thing we both need is to rush this, as it pains me to say,
If only PonyBones' anon could handle things like this.

>>27980031
>“Oh alright. I will be in after a min,” Sweetie responds as she turns and flips the light on in the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Her mind races as to how to tell her two besties about all this and what to expect next.

>>27980031
>time with Cheese Sandwich and the their fun till the incident involving a rubber chicken and the delayed monthly visitor.
this requires explanation.

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>>27980042
just playing it out as I have known life and 2 instances in my life.

>>27980053
A rubber chicken may be latex but a condom it is not AKA just what you think. delayed with no miscarriage or "intervention" but the stress just slowed the arrival of her cycle. Behold my level of being literal and literally sarcastic

>>27980099
huh....wasn't expecting that. I thought it was a chicken that got shot up the ass of a guy Pinkie cheated with, I get she wasn't cheating but I have been chasing off random cuck derailers all weekend.

>>27980124
by this I mean I misunderstood what you were talking about and wasn't expecting that answer.

>>27980134
odd twists for an odd girl. I have other pairings planned to fill out the story including another good guy with bad luck in other stories here finding the tsundere at the end of the rainbow. you know.. for the lols

>>27980172
Sounds comfy. We need comfy.

>>27980182
I thought the same thing and with how the world is going, comfy for everyone as a pleasant distraction. after all, pretty pastel ponies do distractions well. Praise Faust for this segue from reality

>>27980182
Comfy is nice, a bit too nice for my taste. Maybe it'll be comfy after it happens.

>>27980611
well conflict come soon. after all, there is a button to mash... *sadistic grin*

>>27980656
Yeah, Pinkie needs to get her buttons mashed by Anon. Thanks for reminding me.

What happened to everyone? There's only two writers.

Seems like SoD and Templar are running this shit now. Continue the good work though.

4 hours since my last update. What has this world come to?

>>27979879
~Man, sometimes I just wanna be more, do more. You know?
~~Sometimes I just wanna relax and fuck bitches.
~Yeah, same.
~~Too bad there's no bitches around here to fuck...
~Yeah.
>!
"Wait!"
>"Huh? What's wrong?"
"Uhh, nothing, just want to check the tiii- damn senpai, it's already 10:13."
>"Yeah, we've been walking for the past 30 minutes."
"To be honest mate, it feels like it's been 12 days."
>"Oh Nonny, you really do like to over-exaggerate, don't you."
"No seriously, I feel like in the 'short' time we've been talking, days have gone by. It's like time is being manipulated or something."
>"Thaha! And you say ~I~ come up with conspiracy theories?"
"I don't know, it just feels strange."
"Anyways, I feel like we should do something after we're done at your place."
>"SKEEBALL MOTHERFUCKER!"
>"Huh?"
"What the fuck?"
>"*GASP* That's a GREAT idea! Nonny, we should play skeeball!
"Skeeball? Really Bro? Skeeball!?"
>"YEAH DUDE! IT'S PRETTY COOL!"
~This person can't be serious. That arcade is not for me.
"Aight Bro, Good Looks On The Suggestion! I'll Sleep On It!"
>"AIGHT, TAKE IT EASY BROTHER!"
>"Uh-huh..."
"Hehe, he's a cool dude."
>"Looks like someone made a new friend! I told you friendship is mag-
"Nah, fuck that asshole. I mean, sure, if you wanna play some skeeball, let's bang it out, but damn, that guy listening to our conversation like that. Speaking of which, how can he even hear us? It's as if he can seemingly read every word we're saying and is overlooking us or something."
>"You're doing it again Nonny. It's really weird now."
"Yeah yeah, whatever. You're weirder than me though."
>"Am Not!"
"Are to!"
>"Oh yeah Nonny!? Prove it! Hmph."
"...
~Damn
"Okay, you got me."

>>27981474
>"C'mon Nonny! Talk to me!"
"I am talking."
>"Yeah, ~now~, and just barely."
>"Why won't you talk?"
"To be honest, I have no clue what to talk about."
>"Just talk about anything."
"Yeah that's what I've been doing, but it doesn't seem to be working anymore."
"I'm running out of ideas."
>"Well maybe I can help you out."
"Sure, in one second, but let me finish."
>"uuhoohkay?"
"Yeah well, I'm running out of ideas."
"It seems like every time I say something it's random. I'm grasping at straws here, and I can't help it."
"Think back, all of our conversations in the past 40 minutes, they have no flow to them."
"It seems like every now and again the focus just gets out of place and it jumps around from idea to idea."
>"In what wa-"
"Shhhh."
"Like, one minute we were talking about going to your house, then us eating food, then... Maud... or something."
~I'm so sorry Maud.
>"My sister Maud."
~Please drop it!
"Yes.. Your sister.. mmmm-Maud.....
~I'm really sorry.
>"That reminds me. When I menti-
"PINKS! Don't.... forget about when we were talking about pizza, and bingo."
>"Oh gosh Nonny, I swear your making my brain hurt!"
"I'm making my own brain hurt too. I feel bad for you, and myself, having to withstand these conversations."
"Good thing no one has to endure this like we do, must be boring."
"Too bad though, this is as good as it gets, until later."
>"Later as in the future later? Like not now?"
"Yeah, like not now, in the future, which we are in, relative to those observing from the past."
>"But you said nothing is in the past."
"Exactly. Meaning we are the present."
>"I hope we are a present filled with ice cream!"
"I can arrange your filling of ice cream if needed be."
>"I would love some ice cream! Chocolate, Vanilla, Strawberry, Mint, Pistachio, Blueberry, Cherry, Grape! There's just so many delicious flavors!"
"Eh, Vanilla is the best though."

>>27981554
>3 hours after you first bring up ice cream pass
>"Vanilla is pretty great! But there are just so many other great flavors!
"How long have we've been talking about ice cream?"
"I dunno, maybe 3 minutes?"
>3 minutes after you first bring up ice cream pass
"Yo famila."
>"haha, yes Nonny?"
"What are we doing again?"
>"What do you mean?"
"I completely lost track of everything. Are we getting pizza, ice cream, not going to the arcade, going to your house, or walking in the park?"
>"Nonny, you do realize you decided to do most of those, right? How can you not remember?!'
"It's just a lot to take in, considering that I keep blabbering on to fill up time when in reality it doesn't matter because time moves incredibly slow in our reality."
>"Ugh, this again!"
"I swear it's not me! Something's out to get us..."
"Or maybe I'm being paranoid. I don't know."
>"Most likely. Hehe."
"If only someone here knew what we were supposed to be doing.... Besides you..."
>"Yeah but no one is here."
"That's what you think. There's always someone here, but sometimes they don't speak. They hide along the shadows."
>"Nonny now you're just being silly."
"No look, I'll prove it."
"Just give it a minute or two, they'll reveal themselves."

>>27981661
>"Nonny, I don't see anyone."
"Just wait... Trust me."
>"Okay Nonny, I get it."
"Finally, see I'm not crazy, I'm just-
>"You're trying to prank me!"
"What? No, I'm serious!"
>"Nonny, I can tell when you're being sarcastic."
"Okay, you got me, again. Let's move on."

>>27981683
"We've been walking around doing nothing since we got to the park."
>"Nonny I've told you plenty, well maybe a few, that we should hurry to my house and relax together!"
"Damn, alright, lead the way, Pinks."
>"Will do!"
>"Okay, while we're walking, how about we play 21 questions?"
"Fuck that."
>"Ohh kay, how about eye spy."
"Holy shit, are you serious?"
>"Truth or dare?"
"Wait till we get back home, babe."
>"22 questions?"
"Is the last question DLC?"
>"Ugh! Nonny, you're so hard to work with!"
"Fuck you too."
>"C'mon Nonny, stop being a potty mouth."
"Aww, it's just a sentence enhancer, and you know I don't mean it."
>"Yeah, it's not like you'd do that to me anytime soon."
"Exactly..."

>>27981714
>Coming up to the corner....
>"*GAAAAAAAAASP* OH MY GOSH!"
"What, what happene-- ohh fuuck."
>"HIYA MAUD!"
~Why? I was so close, the story was almost over, now this.
>"HI Maud!"
>"Oh..... Hi. Pinkie. Pie."
>They hug eachother.
>She looks at you.
>Your life just... Nothing actually. It doesn't flash before your eyes, in fact, it's dark, it's gloomy, it's.... Maud...
"H-h-hey, hey Maud! H-how's it goin'?"
>"Nonny are you okay? You seem... Not okay."
>"Hi.... Anon."
~Shiiiit. I'm dead.
"You look lovely today Anon- I mean, Maud. !"
~Damnit!
>She gives you those eyes....
>"Thanks. Anon."
>"Heya Maud, would you like to come with me and Anon? We were going to get pizza and play some video skeeball!"
~Oh shit, please no.
>"I'm. Sorry. Pinkie. Pie. But. I. Just. Needed. To. Get. Some. Things. For. Boulder."
>"Oh, okay! Well I'll see you at home then!"
>"Oh. Kay. Bye. Pinkie."
~See you at home?
~!
~Fuuuck!
~~You forgot that Pinkie and... Maud... live together?
~Doesn't she have like 7 sisters or some shit?
~~3
~Oh shit, isn't she the youngest?
~~2nd brah
~Who's the oldest?
~~Limey.
~Oh shit, I forgot they were sisters!
~I love her dude, fucking ace ass bitch right there.
~But that... Maud... Shit, I-i can't say anything bad about... her...
"So, is... Maud... going to be at your house when we get there?"
>"Probably! That means we can have a three-way!" Oh, that'll be super fun!"
"Shit. Will your parents be there too?"
>"No silly, didn't we discuss this earlier?"
~No?
"Ohhhh, yeaah.. Pffh, earlier. Shh-yeah, makes sense."

Anyone have any recommendations? I was thinking Anon and Pinkie keep talking for the next 12 or so segments and get nothing accomplished. I am open to suggestions.

That Maud-Anon-Pinkie three way sounds interesting. Maybe?

>>27981912
This word soup is hurting my head and the dickish Anon thing you got going is making it a bit to confusing to keep up with. I barely understand why Pinkie would still be around Anon at this point, I have no idea what they are even doing now.

>>27981955
>This word soup is hurting my head and the dickish Anon thing you got going is making it a bit to confusing to keep up with.
Anon is just as confused as you are.

> I barely understand why Pinkie would still be around Anon
They've been friends for some time. And Anon is cool with Limestone. Limestone is more of a bitch than anon is a dick, so Pinkie ignores it like most of everything she does in the show. However, when Anon does hurt her feelings, her personality slips in and she just gets happy again for plot. Not the best, but, you know. Decent enough.

> I have no idea what they are even doing now.
They are on their way to Pinkie's house to play video games and eat pizza. It's just that almost every other segment they talk about something random to kill time. Walking to Pinkie's house isn't easy.

But like I said, if you have any recommendations, all are welcome.

>>27981774
"*sigh*"
>"..."
"*siiigh*"
>"You okay Nonny?"
"Oh yeah, I'm fine. I'm just kinda tired, to be honest."
>"Did you get a good night's sleep?"
"Hell if I know. To be honest I can barely remember what happened this morning."
"Wh-what day is it?"
>"Friday!"
"I mean, I knew that... I think."
>"Then why'd you ask, silly?"
"To be honest, I have no clue. I just feel, really tired all of a sudden."
"Damn friend, how much further is the ice cream store?"
>"It's like right down the street."
"Good."
>"Buut I thought we were going to my house?"
"Oh, right. Your house..."
>Maud
~Ugh. Time can't move any slower. If there is a god messing with me, please just move this along. Please.
"Ugh, how much further, farther, fuck, how long will it take to get there?"
>"Nonny we're already here."

>>27982014
"But, we were just on the other side of town."
>"Yeah, felt like it was just a minute ago we spoke to Maud."
"Yes, it did."
>"Well you ~were~ pretty quiet after that."
"Time just loves to fuck with me, huh?"
>"Nonny I don't want that kind of language in my house!"
~English?
~Oh, never mind.
"Don't worry, I wouldn't disrespect you like that."
>"Shall we walk in?"
"We shall?"
>"Yes we should!"
"Man, the outside sure does look better than last time."
>"Well, after you."
"Nah, ladies first, Pinks. Always."
>"A-Okay!" She smiles.
>You both step into the house, it looks nice, no description needed.
"So, who's home?"
>"Me, you-
>"Well Well! If It Isn't The One And Only!"
"Ahah!"
>"Mr Nonny himself!"
"In the flesh!"
>You both walk, dap each other up, and do that bro-hug.
>She turns and kisses you on the cheek, as per tradition.
>Best explained some other time.
>"So what brings you here, huh? You better not be fucking my little sister."
>"Ugh, Limestone, why do you always have to be a potty mouth!?"
"Haha, nah, I came to relax and chill.... Chillax, nawmean?"
>"Smooth, dipshit."
>"You guys are going to make me have to go use the potty with that kind of language-- speaking of which, I'll be right back-"
>"Smooth."
"Totally."
"Anyways, what have you been up to lately?"
>"Oh not much. Just ~chillaxing~ and shit. Nothing too hectic since we started taking it light. You?"
"I've just been wasting my time, fucking around and shit. I started hanging out with Sw- Rarity's little sister. Me and her are pretty tight."
>"That's gross, man."
"Nah-no, nah, not like that. We're just friends."
>"Yeah sure, that's what you always say. Then 2 weeks later you start getting-
"Right- right. It's not like that, seriously, she's just a chill kid. Not your type though, she's too mild."
"And she's like 12 or something, that's really not something I can mess with."
>"You've done it before."
"Alright, let's not bring up things that we'll regret..."
>"Oh I know some things you'll regret."

>>27982058
"And I know things you'll regret..."
>"..."
"..."
>
>"Yeeah, so, did you guys see Maud at all outside? I asked her to get me some chips from the store, but she's been gone forever."
"Oh. Y-yeah, we saw uhm.... Maud..."
>"My bad, haha, I forgot."
"Nah, it's all good."
>The tear in your eye says otherwise
>"Can't believe it's still like that."
"I pretend to ignore it."
>"Alright, don't get all melodramatic on me! I'm not taking care of you any time soon."
"As if I wanted you to take care of me.."
>"You saying I can't?"
"No, I'm saying you shouldn't."
>"Hey- I did a pretty damn good job last tim-
"No, you really didn't."
>"Whaat?"
"Yeah, you got way too fucking excited."
"Then you got drunk."
"Fuck that."
"Not again."
>"Okay, maybe I spazzed a little."
"I'm not even going to tell you how wrong that is."
>"Hey, fuck you too. At least I'm one with myself. You're still afraid of Maud!"
...
"Limey, please, out of all the things..."
>"Sorry, my bad. I'll drop it."
"*sigh* goo-
>"Pussy"'
"Bitch"
>"Faggot"
"Cunt"
>"Dyke"
"Yeah? Look who's talkin!"
>"I'm not even a lesbian. you should know that."
"Eh, you look like one though."
>"And what are you, homophobic?"
"Nah, lesbians are sexy."
>"So you're saying I'm sexy now?"
"You love twisting my words around."
>"HEY! PINKIE PIE! YOUR BOYFRIEND SAID HE WANTS TO MOUNT ME ON THE KITCHEN WALL!"
"Alright see, now you're getting out of hand."
>"So now you want to fist me?"
"I mean-- I'm not saying I don't..."
>
>
>"That's disgusting."
"I was kidding..."
>"No you weren't! You were serious!"
"Fuck you."
>"You would love that wouldn't you?"
"Okay, enough with the sexual stuff."
>"It's not like you could satisfy me anyway."
"Shit dude, stop."
>"Haha! ~chillax~ 'nonny', it's not that serious."
"Haha, yeah, it never really is, is it?"
>"This is why I love you, Nonny. You're the best person to fuck around with."
"Likewise."

Sometimes you look back at your work and wonder what you are even doing. I mean, I'm writing, but what exactly am I writing? Am I writing an Anon x Pinkie love story? An Anon friendship novel? The adventures of Pinkie and Anon? What even happened to Sweetie Belle? There's still room for change. However, it's what leads to that change which seems to not have much room. Though, that's just perception. It's there, we just need to reach it.

TL;DR: any recommendations for the story?

So far on the to do list we have skeeball, Anon realizing his love for Pinkie Pie, and something else. Remember, we have all day.

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tg/n pls

>>27981144
I rarely write for this story on weekends (or Tuesdays). Weekends I try to spend on other stories and Tuesdays are just busy days.

Didn't actually do any writing at all the past two days, because I decided I needed to build a Silver Spoon for my Warriors of Chaos/Slaves to Darkness army. Not the closest adaptation I've done, but hopefully she'll at least be recognizable when I'm done with her. Tzeentch Lord on Disc for those interested. Probably. Could end up as a Gaunt Summoner on Disc.

>>27952011
>He blows past the stop sign without even slowing.
>Takes the next turn without signalling.
>And the next.
>You lose track after that.
>It takes everything you have just to stay in your seat. Wild swerve after wild swerve send you reeling one way then another.
"Stop."
>"Shut the fuck up, Diamond."
"No, stop! You don't even know where you're going!"
>"Doesn't matter."
"You're going to get us killed! I'll help you but you have to stop this!"
>Soarin's eyes flicker over toward you. Off of the road.
"Fine."
>He jerks the wheel. Hard.
>The car spins.
>Tires scream.
>You squeeze your eyes shut and keep them that way until everything stops moving.
>When you see you're in a parking lot, you let out a tiny sigh of relief.
>He didn't crash.
>"I've got to think," Soarin snarls, kicking open his door. "Silver skipped class. Make whatever calls you've got to make so her parents never find out."
>He glares until you nod.

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>>27983580
>spoon MIA

>>27983580
>Then he gets out, slamming the door behind him.
>You pull out your phone.
>And think.
>You were right.
>He's a danger to Silver.

>You make the calls.
>Just not the one you should have made. Your courage failed before you could dial the third digit.
>Every time.
>You wanted to; you would have if you weren't so scared.
>But every time your finger hovered over the last number, you looked out the window and saw Soarin.
>Every time you thought about what he might do, to you or to her.
>And then you called another teacher. Told them to falsify the attendance records for the day.

>You are Soarin and you want to scream.
>Punch something.
>Someone.
>Diamond.
>Not Silver. Never Silver. It's not her fault.
>You don't know where those thoughts of hers came from, but they weren't *hers*.

>>27983644
I'm all for punching Diamond.

>>27983644
page 9 ain't fine

bump from 9

>>27980043
>The hours begin to slip by as everyone sleeps as best as they can. Pinkie is the most comfortable, laying under the cloves with one foot off the edge twitching as she dreams while holding a rubber chicken close to her chest.
>Sweetie lays curled up under the covers of her bed, dreaming of a horseback ride with Anon, sharing a saddle and her clutched tight to his back as they continue across a wide expansive field of wildflowers. Around them fly bees as they do their nectar collecting duties and their low hum peppering the air as they shift their positions en masse. Their buzzing seems to get louder and louder, seeming to get closer as the minutes pass till they reach a lone tree and the buzz is cacophonous. The sound makes her have to cover her ears causing her to slip off from Anon as she falls from the horse. She hits the ground as she begins to call out to him, awakening quickly. The sound persisted though, causing her to look around to the source, her pink friend snoring like a jackhammer pounding on dense rock.
>Sweetie looks around the room in the low glow of the lone nightlight and the bedside clock. She focuses her eyes, seeing that it is now 0351. Since she is awake now, she gets up and goes to the bathroom, hoping that when she is done, Pinkie will have shifted and ceased the roar.
> Upon returning to the room, Pinkie has sat up and is sleep talking something about butter cream icing versus pure sugar icing then flops back over, resuming the snore shortly. Believing this will not cease anytime soon, she tries to bury herself under the pillows but to no avail. It has become apparent that Sweetie is not going to get any more sleep in here. This leaves but one option…

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>>27985119
>Anon tosses in his sleep as the heat of the comforter bakes him. Normally it would be cozy for him but he kept on his night clothes tonight as a courtesy to his guests. Despite this, Anon can barely get comfortable before the sweat wakes him back up. He tosses the covers off as he sits up, pulling his shirt and pants off, trading them for a pair of boxers. It is not his usual nude but the last thing he needs is another flashed Sweetie like with the shower. Tooner wakes with a stretch at the foot of the bed and paws at Anon for a head rub as Anon takes his shirt off. Anon gives the orange tabby a soft rub on his head as he stands and slips his fuzzy pants off , stepping out of them as he walks to his bathroom.
“I hope the girls are sleeping better than I am,” he mumbles to himself as he trods forward and flips the light on in the fore room.
>As his eyes adjust to the photonic assault, he looks up to his reflection and the sweat induced spiky hair and looks himself deep in his eyes, chuckling to himself with a smirk. Quite a night and day… He finally got to express himself to Sweetie and she requited his affections. He could not hope for a better start to the long weekend even if he has to sacrifice sleep to defend himself the next morning. She is worth it. The only question is what to do with the rest of the next day after he drops her at home again. Just a concern for the next day he thinks as he reaches down, picking up his boxers from before his shower and slides them back on. Better than nothing should anyone get the idea pull the covers off him as a prank…again.
>Anon steps back into his bedroom and begins closing the door when a light knocking comes from his door.
“Come in,” Anon says confused as he steps further into his room.
>The door opens halfway, showing a tired Sweetie with her hand on the doorway as she steps in. Anon’s expression changes to surprise as he fumbles for what to say.

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>>27985158
>”Pinkie’s snoring is keeping me from going back to sleep,” Sweetie responds with her head down, raising it as she finished. Her eyes take a moment to adjust to the backlit Anon, who is standing bladed to her and a halo of light coming out the sliver of the partially closed bathroom door. “Can I stay in here the rest of the night?” Sweetie asks as her heart palpitates quicker from the sight of him as the light and shadow combine to accent his moderately athletic body from the farm work and workouts for the shot and discus events he participated for the school this last spring.
>”Sure… it is too late for any concerns. Sleep is more important…”Anon quips as he walks over to his bed and sits. “Come on. It is 0400ish.”
>Sweetie walks over stiffly from a combination of fatigue and insecurity then sits on the bed rigidly beside Anon. She quickly takes in the smallness of his twin bed and blushes as he wraps an arm around her.
“Let’s go ahead and get in. We need to get our rest…”Anon drowsily trails off, squeezing Sweetie tightly as he throws his weight over towards his pillows.
>”Wait a moment,” Sweetie pops out as she resists the force of his flop. “I want to get more comfortable if I may.”
“Sure,” Anon says as he lets go and falls back alone onto his back looking at her. “Do whatever you need. I will be right here waiting.”
>Sweetie turns so that she is facing the bathroom door, wrapped in the same halo of light as Anon was as she reaches up to her shirt’s buttons slowly. She takes a deep breath and unbuttons the three that proceed from her collar, exhaling as she undoes the last one.

>>27985197
OH FUCK!

bemp

>>27985503
shall I continue?

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>>27986517
YES!

>>27986565
Okie Dokie!
>>27985197
>Anon looks up at Sweetie with drowsy bemusement as she continues, moving her hands to the bottom of her shirt and lifts it an inch, pulling the drawstring on the shorts as she lifts the shirt over her head. She then stands with her shorts falling, revealing a pair of soft cotton panties that match the set that covered her a moment ago.
>Anon’s mind catches up from his sleep to what he is watching as Sweetie is silhouetted in the dim light and he sees for the first time the full detail of her tiny form with a perky B sized chest, a pert rear, and curvier hips than he guessed was under her usually flowing skirts and dresses. Sweetie now turns back to him with her arms closed as her skin tenses from the fan flow above and tension returns to her as she bashfully looks down.
>The moment overwhelms Anon’s logic as he sits up and tries to speak, only getting out a grunt of amazement. Sweetie blushes and leans down, kissing his nose, waking his mind up further.
>”Come. Let’s sleep,” Sweetie says as she rubs his cheek then climbs into the bed to his right and tugs on his shoulder.
“Sure…” Anon ships out as he pulls the covers over them both, leaving the comforter folded down as a cat bed for the spread out Tooner. Sweetie lays with an arm under His pillow, rolled toward the ladder to the upper bunk. Anon lays beside her, sliding himself into position as the bigger spoon with his arms wrapped around her and her butt nestling itself to his tented boxers.
“This is moving a bit faster than I expected but I am not complaining.”
>”Let’s say Scoots’s texts inspired me to be bolder when the chance arose. No risk…” Sweetie softly lets out as she grips his upper hand, guiding it to between her breasts.
“Oh? I will keep that in mind. By the way, remind me when your next birthday is.”
>”The Sunday after my chorus performance next week,” Sweetie whispers.
“Ah ok… just forgot for a moment.”

.

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>>27986612
your writing caused this.

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>>27986612
>“Are you asking for the reason I think?”
“Last thing we both need is trouble from stupid laws crossed with a Rar-mpage.”
>”Good point,” Sweetie coos as he pulls closer, kissing her head, and they settle in fully.
>“Not that I would mind,” Anon hears as they both drift back off in their warm embrace.

>>27986641
What is the Moh's rating on THAT?!?

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>>27986656
SOLID!

>>27986663
so 6.5 to 7, right up there with quartz or diamond. Alrighty

>>27982750
I wonder what the excuse for mediocre and Ponybones is. Seems like Shade is going to be running shit now. He's consistent as fuck.

>>27987219
I plan. I don't know about them. I hope they come back and finish.

>>27987219
I don't know about PB, but mediocre usually comes in the clutch with some updates ready to be copy pasted.

Shade is probably the most consistent right now. Unless I'm wrong, he hasn't missed a single day since he started.

>>27987771
>I plan.
That's probably why your story is so good. I'm at the point of no return, planning can't save my story. gg I guess.

>>27987978
always best to admit defeat than let yourself be proven a fool.
And I have only missed one day I think but I might have posted in the morn before I left on my trip

Bump from 9

>>27987771
>>27987978
Real life matters, an overdose of tiramisu, and an indecisiveness about which exact direction I wish to take this story has stalled me recently, I admit. Hopefully none of those things will become an issue for a while after this update.

>>27945361
>Finally, it's finished.
>Cleaned, folded and organized.
>Orderly.
>The laundry is finally done.
>It's how it should be.
>How you want it to be.
>Yet, there is no satisfaction in what you've done.
>Though you did what you thought it was that needed to be done, you feel nothing.
>Not sadness, nor dissatisfaction, but nothing.
>Is this what true depression is like?
>A hollow feeling, where you've nothing left to feel?
>Unwilling to accept this void, you walk out of the room.
>Looking around, you see the room is the same.
>Nothing has changed, your emotional state included.
>You feel your heartbeat begin to race.
>Chill grips your body.
>Dryness overtakes your mouth.
>Water.
>Forcing your body to move, you tremble as you bounce from wall to wall.
>Your stumbling leads you to Anon's kitchen.
>Grasping onto the sink, you turn on the faucet and lap at it like a wild beast.
>It nearly scalds with how hot it is.
>But you don't care.
>You need it.
>You need to feel something.
>You...spot a bottle a few feet from you.
>Full of wine.
>Just from looking at the bottle, you can tell it's cheap swill.
>Yet it is still wine.
>Urges come flooding into your mind.
>It calls to you.

Here it is, friends: the moment of truth. The results of this will determine exactly how the story is going to end, so get your input in now before I get started on it tomorrow.
https://www.strawpoll.me/10836177

>>27989187
your link doesn't work. I cant connect to the page.

>>27989187
>The results of this will determine exactly how the story is going to end
Does that mean we are close to the end, or does it mean it'll change the path we take but you're still going to write for us for the next 3 months?

I vote Rarity drinks the wine. I'm waiting to see who she kills, and when she gets jailed and for what crimes.

Story rankings? Not to make any writer feel out of place, just to see which stories you all prefer. My personal list:
>mediocre
>TGN
>Shade of Dusk
>Ponybones

What's yours?

Is anyone even reading? I can't be the only one.

>>27982146
>"Seriously though, what are you doing here?"
"Me and Pinks are planning on getting some pizza and playing some games."
>"Like a date?"
"Nah."
>"Just to fuck around?"
"Yeah."
>"Mind if I join you bitches?"
"I mean, I'm down. Down for anything, really. But you'd have to ask Pinks, I'm not sure she even knows what we're doing."
"Yo, as a matter of fact, I'm not even sure what we're doing."
"I mean, like, I know we're playing games and shit, but I don't even know why."
>"To fuck around, obviously."
"Yeah but why?"
"Like bro, I don't even remember waking up this morning. The earliest from today that I remember is meeting Pink- not even, I just remember her shouting at me about some shit with Rarity."
>"You have to lay off the dope, you're going crazy."
"Fu~uck that. It keeps me from killing myself."
>"It's not like you're going to live long anyways."
"I bet I'll outlive you!"
>"Oh yeah? $100 says you die before I do."
"Shiit, double down."
>"Haha, alright, $200, easy."
"Bet."
>"Real talk though, if you die before me...."
"Don't get sweet on me now, you were being all hard 10 seconds ago."
>"As if, just know that I won't ever forgive you for pissing out. Especially if it's suicide or some shit, don't expect me to be happy when I see you in Hell."
"Yeah well, we still have a long way to go."
>"Hmph, barely."

>>27989986
"Damn dude, how long is Pinkie going to take?"
>"Ugh, it's probably all that candy she's been eating."
"She's gonna get dia-mmmm, she's gonna get fat one day."
>"I don't know how she keeps herself slim."
"It's Pinkie, not surprising."
>"I guess you're right. Still, she's weird."
"Yep, good thing she's not ~my~ sister."
>"Hey, I love her, but you can have her. I already deal with enough."
"tsk, I can handle a pie."
>"You can't even handle me, let alone Maud."
"You're easy to handle."
>"Wait, I got an idea. No, a bet."
"Alright..."
>"I'll give you ~$300~ if you hug Maud the moment she walks inside."
"Fuuu~uuck that. I'd rather die."

>>27990054
>"Hey, you've been doing anything interesting lately?"
"Besides playing with your sister?"
>"Speaking of sisters, where is Maud? Seriously, I thought she'd be home by now."
"Well, you know... Maud..."
>"Jesus, if you're going to talk like that every time I bring her up I'll just stop it. You seriously need to fix that."
"Yeah, in time."
>"Hey, you wanna head out?"
"Like, right now?"
>"Yeah, now."
"I'm supposed to be hanging out with Pinkie. How long will we be gone?"
>"We'll be back before she gets out, let's just go for a walk in the park."
"I hate walks in the park."
>"Yeah I know."
"Ugh, lead the way."
>

Ponybones hasn't been writing because his bones are sad, and are going to get a lot sadder in the immediate future. He'll return once he replaces that sadness with the emotional void of depression he's used to writing and functioning in. Hopefully a week, maybe two.

I should be faster whenever I actually do come back to this though. I won't have anything better to do with my time.

>>27989840
Bones
TGN
Shade of Dusk
mediocre

>>27990715
Hope is the first step in the road to disappointment.

>>27989840
We're going to have a rankings post every thread now, aren't we?

>>27990715
I for one am looking forward to your next green. Hope you feel better soon, don't let this thread rattle your bones.

bump from 9

>>27989840
>>27990955
Damn, I didn't even make the list.

>>27986645

>Blaring sounds of an alarm like small air raid siren pierces the walls of the two teens’ shared dream worlds, blasting from the desk behind the head of the bed. Anon quickly tries to silence the alarm, just barely turning it off before Sweetie fully stirs from resting her head on his chest, nuzzling into his pecs as he pulls back from the stretch. Anon embraces her and looks over the young woman in his arms as the first rays of light illuminate the pink and purple of her hair as it frazzles as a mask of her face. He gently brushes it from her face, rousing her that last bit to open her eyes.
>Sweetie’s eyes come into focus upon a goofy smile that has crept onto Anon’s face, a silly first visage for her day that draws a smirk across her cute face. She giggles softly as she nuzzles into his shoulder.
“What are you giggling at beautiful?”
>”You have such a goofy look on your face.”
“So says the cutest marshmallow in the country of Equestria.”
>“Stop it,” Sweetie says as she blushes and shakes her head on his chest. She looks up to continue softly chiding him when he meets her lips in a quick soft kiss that she returns after her momentary surprise.
“As much as I hate to break the moment, can you see the time?”
>”It is 0630” comes a voice from above them both, causing them both to tense up as taught as a radio tower guy lines
>“Pi..Pinkie? Is that you?” Sweetie manages to squeeze out as she turns red and her body heats up with the nervous racings of her heart.
>“Indeedly so,” Pinkie responds as she hangs over the edge of the bunk looking at the caught pair.
>”Oh god…”Sweetie says as she buries herself under Anon’s covers. “Why… oh Rarity is going to kill me…”

>>27993701
keep trying you'll make it eventually.

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>>27994223
“Yes. Why…What reason drew you up here, Pinkie?”
>”Well I woke up and saw Sweetie was gone but was hungry too. I saw your mom, Anon, in the kitchen and she was starting up some coffee and some breakfast. Once she noticed me, she asked me to make sure you both were up so you manage to not be late. I did not expect to risk a heart attack from your cuteness.”
“Thank you for coming to check on me, and us as a result,” Anon says through his teeth. “Now could you please go so we can get up? Please let my mom know we will be in the kitchen soon, ok Pinks?”
>”Alrighty, Nonny. See you both soon!” Pinkie states as she hops down the ladder side and then skips away, soundlessly somehow.
>Anon lift the edge of the covers to look in at the hiding girl, stroking her cheek and lifting her chin so he can gaze into the green orbs that are her eyes.
“She has gone downstairs again. You can come out again…”Anon says sweetly.
>”Oh my gods…I have never been so embarrassed before in my life. What if she tells Rarity…” Sweetie murmurs out in mild fear, beginning to shake.
“Of anyone we both know, Pinkie is one we can trust to not blab about this morning. She might not be the best at secrets but she would never report back on anything embarrassing. She is truly a great friend,” Anon states as he pulls the covers down.
>The covers slide down, uncovering her head and stops at her shoulders. Sweetie has pressed her small body tight to Anon and looks up to his face, with the puffballs to her hair slightly obscuring her view of his soft reassuring smile as he rubs along her neck. Sweetie loosens her grip on him and props herself up, the covers sliding down to just above her chest.

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>>27995887
>”You…You don’t think I was too forward in stripping down to join you, do you?” Sweetie asks with a blush and holding the covers in place with one arm.
“No I don’t. I didn’t complain nor am I now. We can just slow it down moving forward…” Anon says softly in her ear. “…After this!”
>Anon then tugs on the covers, causing them to fall down to Sweetie’s belly, inducing a gasp from Sweetie. As she is about to respond, he quickly kisses in the center of her chest between her breasts then pulls back sitting there with a huge grin.
>“ah…Anon! Seriously?”
“Sorry. The opportunity was too hot to resist.”
>”I was trying to be serious!” Sweetie fires off as she covers herself with her arms.
“I am sorry Sweetie…”Anon says as she turns away from him pouting.
>”You should be…” Sweetie retorts. “You should have asked to see them…” She trails off with a sly grin.
“In that case, may I see your chest?”
>“I don’t know now…What do I get for it?
“Free gropes and maybe presents?” Anon suggests.
>“Hmm… that sounds fair… for now,” Sweetie says as she slowly turns back to him as the sun light instills a soft golden glow in the room that spreads across Sweetie’s pale skin like gold flowing into a mold, casting her as statuesque example of youthful beauty. Anon, who was so bold a minute before and was longing for a better view since the early morning, is frozen in awe. His youthful heart is throbbing as she lowers her arms, exposing the small mounds of her chest with a bashful blush on her face as she looks down with her eyes scanning up to his. The two teens sit like this for a few moments as the breeze from the room fan shifts her hair before her eyes, both unsure how to proceed or reply.
“I…I…” Anon starts to say as words return to him. “Sweetie… you are truly beautiful, even more beautiful than I first thought…”

>>27995914
>”I am glad you think so…” She eques out as she looks over him in the light. The scars on his arms from his machine work and the developed muscles from farm work and field events catch her eyes as the glow spreads over him as well. “You are really handsome over morning,” She slips out before catching herself and giggles as her outburst.
> Anon joins her in the laugh then grasps her along her side under the arm, pulling her into a kiss she gladly returns, closing her eyes. They then pull from the kiss to touch their foreheads together.
>“I guess we should not keep everyone waiting on us much longer, Nonny.”
“I suppose not,” Anon sighs.
>He pulls the covers off them then passes her her nightshirt while also grabbing his fuzzy pants. Sweetie quickly pulls her shirt on as he finishes cinching the pants. He reaches for her shorts and his shirt as she slides out of the bed and grabs him from behind with her arms crossing his belly.
>”Thank you for a good night’s sleep, dear” Sweetie says trying out a new pet name.
“Anytime, my snuggly marshmallow. Now let’s finish getting dressed,“ he says as he reaches up to slide his shirt on while holding onto her shorts as he feels her small hands feel across his front. He manages to get the shirt down and holds her shorts behind him, forcing her to pull herself free. Just before her hands leave him, she squeezes a cheek of his rear, then grabs her shorts from the outstretched hand.
>Once free of her grasp, Anon steps to the side and looks back at Sweetie as she sits on the bed, sliding her shorts on and setting them to the right height with a hop and wiggle. Truly the cutest marshmallow he thinks as he reaches out for her hand to guide them downstairs to face the day and hopefully not any serious problems from Diamond’s shenanigans via Vice Principal Luna’s judgement.

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hmmm I guess Tuesdays are just SLOW... meh.

>>27996733
TGN doesn't write for us on Tuesdays, mediocre is dealing with his writing and whatnot, Ponybones is depressed, and today's Wednesday where I live.

There isn't much to talk about either. Remember, it's 4 writers and around 13 or so fans. some of us continue to lurk and only a few actually post. If you haven't noticed, you have been running the threads for the past weak since you started. The threads are always slow until PB or TGN starts writing. They have the most impacting story, and usually always draw comments.

We don't get much traffic, and the writing doesn't attract new viewers either. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if there were a few people here who still haven't read your story, it's just not popular to the thread the same way the thread isn't popular to /mlp/.

Also depends on what you mean by slow. Fans or writers? Writing is always slow, fans are a bit slower. And for the next 7 hours it'll be even slower because that's when most of /mlp/ is sleeping.

I mean, I would write, but it wouldn't do much to help the thread.

>>27996733
Didn't you say this was the first fanfic/story you've written in like 10 years or something?

189 posts and still no ponybones? God, should I even continue to wait.

>>27997710
>should I even continue to wait.
That can mean a few things, but I think it means that you will start a story yourself, correct?

wake up guys

>>27998971
I can't wake up

love the spoon

>>27999481
working on more spoon
it's uphill from here

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>>27999534
[guarded optimism intensifies]

>>27996912
Closer to 15 years

>>27983644
>They couldn't have been hers.
>There's no way.
>Those weren't her words, let alone her thoughts.
>You pace back and forth, your steps rapid and unmeasured.
>Only one person could influence Silver like that.
>No, two. She would do anything for you, wouldn't she?
>But you didn't ask for this.
>You would never take advantage of her like that - you're a decent person, aren't you?
>"You're a monster."
>Maybe, but you would never hurt Silver.
>Ever.
>You shake your head, trying to drive away the voice in the back of your mind. The one telling you this is all your fault.
>You've never done anything Silver didn't want.
>Never asked anything of her that she hadn't offered.
>Certainly hadn't asked *that* of her.
>You hadn't said anything that would lead her to think a child was something you wanted. You're sure of it.
>There's no way.
>It's just crazy.
>Maybe later, if she didn't grow out of this - if she didn't lose interest and leave you.
>Not *now*. Not when she's fourteen. Not when you're only nineteen.
>She's a smart girl. She knows how insane it is.
>That's why it couldn't have been her idea.
>Still...
>You've gone further with Silver than you thought you would ever be comfortable with, but it felt right at the time.
>It still feels right, even though you know it was wrong.
>You're a monster, but you're trying to be a good person.
>You're trying to be good for *her*.
>You had been.
>So why is she doing this?
>Silver understood. You *thought* she understood. Having female friends doesn't mean that you're cheating on her.
>Blossomforth needed you. She needed someone to be there for her right then.
>It's not as if you could have spent the weekend with Silver - she was grounded.

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>>28000225
ohgod it's starting

>>28000225
>You didn't do anything wrong. You hadn't chosen Blossom over Silver.
>She *knows* this.
>You have never lied to her, never cheated on her, always tried to be everything she wanted and everything she needed.
>Kept things quiet.
>Tried to keep her away from the bad influences in her life.
>Ignored the nagging voice in the back of your head telling you that everything you did was wrong.
>Pretended everything you did was for her and not because it's what you wanted to do.
>It's not entirely a lie - you *want* to help her.
>More than that, you want to be perfect for her.
>Silver deserves it.
>You've tried.
>You've never done anything to hurt her.
>... but that's about all you can say, isn't it?
>She deserves better.
>You haven't done anything to hurt her, but she's been hurt anyway.
>Being a good person isn't enough.
>It will never be enough.
>You're a fucking monster.
>Rough bricks catch your shirt as you slide down the wall.
>You hadn't even noticed your feet had stopped moving or that you had slumped against the side of a building.
>For a brief moment, you wonder how long you've been leaning against it.
>The question is fleeting - it doesn't really matter.
>Knees buckle under you, dropping you into a crouch.
>Silver deserves better.

>You are Diamond Tiara and you are watching Soarin.
>He hasn't moved for five minutes. Maybe more. You weren't really keeping track.
>You could run - he probably wouldn't notice - but you don't.
>He's not the only one worried about Silver.

>>27999552
Wasn't he punched straight through bedrock?

>>28000284
>Not that it's your fault or anything.
>No, she's just your friend.
>A person is supposed to care about her friends.
>That's why you're worried. Not because you feel guilty or anything.
>Silver is your friend. Your best friend. Only friend.
>The only person you trust.
>The only one that stays by your side because she trusts you and not out of fear.
>Just... not anymore.
>Now she doesn't even want to talk to you.
>As much as you want to blame Soarin for the change, you've blamed him for so much lately.
>True or not, it hasn't done much good, has it?
>no, he's right.
>This is all your fault.
>If you hadn't taken Silver to that party, none of this would be happening.
>If you hadn't teased her into sleeping with Soarin, she would be happy right now.
>If you hadn't tried to blackmail him, she wouldn't be broken inside.
>If you had just slept with Soarin, Silver would still be your friend.
>You've done worse to her - even you have to admit that - but somehow not sleeping with her boyfriend is what hurt her the most.
>Was it the final straw... or did Silver really mean what she said?
>Was she really okay with Soarin cheating on her if it was with you?
>It couldn't have turned out any worse than this.
>Your arm hurts, but you can't say you don't deserve it.
>Not that you would say that you *do*, but something about watching Soarin crying in an alley makes you almost believe it.

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These Diamond and Soarin feels, IT HURT!

>>28001832
Need Silver feels.
Also Silver spooning.

>>27989187
>Reaching your arm out, you can almost feel it on your lips.
>You grab onto the bottle, feeling the smoothness of the glass.
>A tactile sensation you're all too familiar with.
>Even just holding onto it has settled your mind.
>You want to pull it in close to you.
>Hold it.
>Nurse from it like a calf.
>Then, surprisingly, you let your fingers slip from it.
>You want it, so badly.
>But you don't need it.
>Even as low as you are now, you can't bring yourself to consume it.
>Partaking of this wine, a wine that you don't even own, is not what you should do.
>Surrendering to it means that you'll once more be adrift in life.
>Influenced from something else.
>Passive.
>You absolutely refuse to be jostled around by fate.
>Or Anonymous.
>Especially by Anonymous.
>His tomfoolery has given you enough grief.
>All because of Sweetie Belle.
>Sweetie Belle...
>You stand steady as you push yourself away from the sink.
>A slow walk builds into a determined march.
>What ailments befell you in your moment of weakness vanish.
>Your heart and mind are once more synchronized.
>All your mental faculties return to you, unclouded by your emotions.
>Footfall muffled by the carpet, you slow as you near the door.
>Well, would you look at that.
>The door is slightly ajar.
>Lucky you.
>Peeking into the room, you see that it's cleaner than you thought it would be.
>Aside from the pile of underclothing on the floor.
>Sweetie's underclothing.
>Peering further into the room, you see Anonymous and your sister together on his bed.
>They seem to be sleeping.
>It must be late if they've both fallen asleep.
>Gazing at the window, you see it is indeed dark.
>Stealing away into the room as quietly as possible, you look over the both of them.
>The sight vexes you to no end.
>How dare he be so close to Sweetie Belle; as if you were nowhere near enough to know about this.

>>28003119
>At the very least, she seems to have put back on the shirt she had.
>It seems that Anonymous was telling the truth when he said he told her to redress.
>However minimal the effort was.
>Anonymous himself is dressed, at the very least.
>Not that it pleases you any more.
>The very fact that he's sharing a bed with your sister, however innocent it may be, does not sit well with you.
>You won't allow him to just sleep with your sister, regardless of either meaning of the double entendre.
>No, he's not going to be alone with her.
>Scanning the bed, you see that a large zone behind them is currently unoccupied.
>How perfect.
>Gently, you set a leg and an arm onto the bed.
>Being as light as you are, you barely make a sound as you shift the rest of your body in.
>It may not be your own bed, but it's serviceable enough.
>You practically swim through the bed as you move yourself closer to the two of them.
>Before long, you're just where you wish to be.
>Just behind Sweetie Belle.
>Even being in this position is not ideal.
>But you won't back down from this.
>You will take the initiative in your actions.
>Softly, you trace your fingers along Sweetie Belle's sleeping form.
>Her body is small, sandwiched betwixt you and him.
>You remember when she was even smaller.
>Constantly having to console her when she had a nightmare.
>Sharing your bed with her.
>Protecting her, if only from her imagination.
>You trail your hand in broader strokes, feeling more of her body.
>It's so funny; she's just like you.
>Almost every area she's filling in is further along than it was for you at her age.
>Pubescence has already sprung up for her, and in such a short time.
>Hard as it is for you to admit, Anonymous was correct.
>She's ahead of the curve.
>At this rate, she may even be more beautiful than yourself.

>>28003129
>You wouldn't mind that.
>Sweetie Belle deserves to be a beautiful woman.
>All you wanted for her was a peaceful life.
>Perhaps even a wonderful one.
>One where she would have a gallant and faithful gentleman to guide her through the rigors of life.
>Instead, she's been beguiled by him.
>Your hand finds hers, and interlocks with it.
>The familiarity sends you again into the throngs of nostalgia.
>Being here with her, you can't help but think of her as the little girl you cared for.
>Whom you would sacrifice anything for to keep her safe.
>As you let your mind wander down memory lane, you are pulled from it as you feel another hand come across your own.
>It's not Sweetie Belle's.
>Looking slightly above her, you see that Anon has taken hold of your hand.
>He flits over your hand a few more times, confused about the difference between yours and Sweetie Belle's.
>As you gaze at him, his eyes slowly open up.
>When he finally realizes what's going on, his eyes lock to yours in shock.
>Raising a finger to your lips, you shush him.
“don't disturb her.”
>You run your hand along Sweetie's hair and gently stroke it.
“she's still growing, so she needs to have as much rest as she possibly can.”
>”what are you doing in here?!”
“watching over my sister.”
>”in my bed?!”
>Returning the gaze to Anonymous, you withdraw your hand and wag a finger at him.
“there shall be no unsupervised sleep between you while you are in my presence.”
>”rare, this is really weird.”
“as weird as a grown man sharing a bed with a schoolgirl?”
>”uh...”
“no witty remark, anonymous?”
>He seems as if he's about to speak, but you duck back down to the bed.
“we can exchange verbal blows in the morning, so let's retire for now.”
>You smirk in smug satisfaction at your percieved victory.
>Until Anonymous gives your hand a light squeeze.
>”sleep tight, rarity.”
>...
>Oh, it is on.

>>28003119
What was the vote? I couldn't connect to the page, so I don't know. Is it a happy end?

>>28003139
Eh, close enough.

>>28003144
Vote was no wine instead of drinking wine.

Really should've been the wine, shame.

>>28003211
Nah, I like the how it turned out. Not sure what was wrong with the posted link though, I couldn't get it to work. I think some of it was missing and I didn't know how to fix it.

>>28003144
>>28003211
11 abstain to 9 partake. It was a really close vote.

>>28003224
I'm not sure why you had issues with it, because I used it on my ps3 and it worked just fine.

>>28003246
I am using a laptop. It said the link didn't work, and no one answered me as to why it didn't. So I don't know.

>>28000331
That was when he was wet.

>>27995930
>Breakfast went quickly and of little note baring the glowing expressions of Anon and Sweetie and Pinkie being silly. Anon’s mom asks how their night went and she clapped for them as well as remarking how she had a bet going with her favorite cousin that the two of them would become a couple. The spread was a basic scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast with coffee and milk but with the joy in the room, it might as well have been Olympian Ambrosia and wine of Baucus.
>The meal was soon concluded and Sweetie did what she could to help clean it up as thanks for the hospitality while Anon and Pinkie discussed the repairs needed to the Party Cannon.
>“So it will sometime fire without me touching the trigger or supercharge the tanks when I am in a stronger mood…”
“Ok… that is unexplainable. Definitely need to dismount it and check it in the shop,” Anon says as he checks the clock, seeing it is 0720. “Alright, we need to get dressed Sweetie. I think I remember the meeting with V.P. Luna being at 0830.”
>”Alright, Nonny,” Sweetie replies as she finishes loading the dish washer, greeting a hug and a “great job” from his mom.
> The teens part from the kitchen as Anon’s mom smirks at him while waving and sipping a Diet Pepsi. The girls start into the guest room with Sweetie hanging back in the door way. She ambushes Anon with a hard hug and nuzzles into him which he follows with a kiss on the beaming girl’s forehead.
“I won’t be long. Gotta dress up a bit since Luna is taking extra time to meet us and I must be professional.”
>”Alright. Luckily Rarity sent nice clothes for me too for the same reason. Don’t keep me waiting!” Sweetie replies as she lets go and sees him get halfway up the stairs before heading in to change.

>>28004096
>Upon entering his room, Anon quickly makes for his closet to find his best pressed khaki pants, his nicest brown belt, and the brown loafers he had recently buffed for the last meeting he had regarding the licensing of his one of devices he made. Laying those all on his bed, he searches for a decent polo to complete the business casual look he wanted, finding a deep blue one that fit his need to be strong but passive to seek mercy. After all, this situation was going to be delicate since rules demand one thing, evidence leads to another, and the influence of the other parties could force another thing. All this requires as much planning and psychology he had learned from his limited business exposure and study of politics outside school.
>As he walks back to his bed, his pants are revealed to be of interest to Tooner who has now crawled on top of them. Anon just shakes his head as he walks past to grab the undergarments and socks he needs. Tooner tries to snag him, rolling off the pants and falls onto the floor. Tooner draws a snicker from Anon then walks out with the attempt to regain his pride as though he meant to do that. Anon quickly dresses and brushes his hair into the neatest he can despite the cowlick on the same side as his part fighting hard to stand firm. Having lost the follicle fight, he sighs then makes for the stairs seeing it is only 0745.

>>28004105
>”We are in the living room, Anon,” he hears as he quickly steps down the stairs and makes a right turn into the room at the base of the stairs. As he makes the turn into the room, he sees Pinkie dressed in a pink and white shirt and a pair of blue shorts with cloth sneakers and enjoying the comfort of a wing back chair across from his mom in her usual navy business suit.
>”Your mom was sharing a few stories you never told me about the fun you and you sister!” Pinkie continues with a chuckle. “I wish you had let me in on this before, especially the one about your sister trying to have big boobs using the inflatable balls shoved in her one piece when she was 7. That sounds hilarious.”
“Lovely… Has Sweetie finished changing? We are going to need to go soon,“ Anon states with annoyance at the mentioning of his sister.
>”Almost done!” comes a muffled voice from behind the guest room door.
>”Come sit with us, son.” His mother adds as he walks into the room and sits on the sofa in the middle of the wall under a Leroy Neiman print and next to the chair with Pinkie.
>The stories continue, leading to a mix of annoyance and embarrassment till Sweetie steps into the wide doorway of the living room. Anon raises his head to see the young lady in black button over shoes polished to a sheen and pastel pink socks. A green skirt with a pink frilled second layer girds her waist and her upper half is covered with a pink blouse and a darker pink vest over top it, varying in tone to match her hair. Her face is lightly accented with makeup and framed 2 hollow gold ball earrings. Her eyes sparkle in the early morning light from the windows and brighten further at the smile Anon has spreading across his face.
>”Alright, I am ready to go, Nonny,” Sweetie states. “Could you get the bag?”

>>28004122
Alright mom,” Anon says as he opens the door, letting Sweetie out first and quickly following.
>As soon as, the couple are outside and around the corner to Anon’s truck, his mom and Pinkie high five about the couple.
>“They are so cute and are perfect for each other. He always talked about how cute she is,” Anon’s mom quips.
>”Yeah they are. Let’s hope her sister’s frustration at him doesn’t ruin it,” Pinkie responds. “ I just wish I could understand it…”
>”I am sure it will work out. Now to get in myself. Too many tribunals to deal with already. Feel Free to make yourself comfy, Pinkie.”

>>28004122
Can you please

>>28004135
please what? i miss what you mean or are referring to

>>28004135
never mind. see what you mean. PB will reflect edit. What I get for writing faster than my mind does the editing/checking

>>28004293
“Will you please get the bag?”

bump from 9

page 10, not again.

bump from 9

>""HI Nonny! I have a message for you from Rarity!""
>"Pinkie sticks out her chest, puts on a spiteful face and adopts a familiar yet certainly made-up accent"
>""I've had it up to here with Sweetie Belle spending her evenings at the arcade, playing... "video games". When I said she needed a male role model, well, Anon isn't what I had in mind. He's so carefree. And lazy. And boyish, and reckless. Not to mention he thinks he's SO good with kids. I can make Sweetie laugh.""
>"Pinkie crosses her arms and huffs"
>""I could make her laugh until she cried. I'm just busy. There's no time in my schedule for telling childish jokes to my sister.""
>"She huffs even louder"
>""And what is WITH his hair? Frankly, it's embarrassing. Spending time with someone of his... standards... is undoubtedly bad for Sweetie.""
>"..."
>""Anyway, he's waiting to pick her up at her piano lessons. Be a dear and relay this to him?""
>"Pinkie spins around and walks five feet before tensing up"
>""Oh, but take out all those mean things I said. We wouldn't want to hurt his feelings.""
>"Pinkie nods her head and beams in satisfaction with her accurate retelling"
>"Then her eyes bulge"
"Dude, no way."
>"Yeah, and get this: she tries to do her "Pinkie apology," you know, with the balloons?"
"Haha! Dude, that's so messed up."
>"Oh, not even the worst part. After she attempts to do her 'PA' thing, half of the balloons pop, and another half get tangled on the fan, and well, you can just imagine what happened when her hair caught near the string."
"Jesus man, is she okay?"
>"Yeah, she's fine and all, but she's Pinkie, she can only get 'so fine', ya'know?"
"Yeah, I feel you man. Sucks about that Rarity thing though."
>"Ahh, it's whatever. She's cute and all, but she's way to snobby and uptight, I don't think I could've handled it."
"Nah, me either, way too much. And I doubt she's even a good lay."
>"True that."
"So what's up with you and her sister, anyway?"

Ok y'all. I would like some feedback for my planning. What would you like to see happen on the upcoming date and a confrontation with Button Mash?

>>28007378
Less fluff and more anything. Just my opinion but it feels like nothing had happened in the last 20 some posts.

>>28000581
>You are Silver Spoon.
>You wish you weren't.
>Soarin hates you. He called you crazy.
>Worst part is... he's right.
>A sane girl would have gone to class.
>Instead, you're still sitting outside, in the very same spot. You haven't moved an inch; you can't find the strength - or will - to stand.
>Your knees are drawn up tight against your chest, your arms wrapped around them.
>A sane girl wouldn't have overreacted to rumors she knew were false.
>You can't blame him for hating you. Begging for him to make you pregnant? At your age? ...at his?
>Holding yourself together is already too much. Raising a child would be beyond impossible.
>Why did you ask for that?
>You know that your parents would not let you keep it. A grandchild is not part of their plan for you, not until after college.
>Abortion, you think. You know.
>Adoption would require carrying to term and they couldn't have that. People would notice.
>And... you would lose Soarin.
>You can barely hide your relationship with him from your parents as it is.
>You squeeze your arms tighter, as tight as you can manage, wishing there was someone here to hold you and tell you everything would be okay.
>There isn't - you have driven everyone away.
>Soarin was right when he said you were insane.
>He's not coming back. He's not going to call, except to break up with you.
>Your phone dangles loosely from your hand.
>He'll call, you know he will. He said he would.
>Soarin is a good person. He will tell you that he doesn't want to see you anymore.
>He won't leave you dangling.
>He's a good person.

>>28007545
>As angry as he was, he didn't touch you.
>You thought he would. You thought Soarin was going to hit you.
>You wish he had.
>He would have regretted it. He would have held you and apologized and you would have felt loved.
>It's sick and you hate yourself for it, but you know it's true and still wish he had.
>Instead, he left angry. He couldn't stand to look at you any longer.
>You hold on to your phone, if nothing else.
>Certainly not sanity or reason - you recognize you abandoned those when you pleaded with Soarin to do the impossible.
>You should never have asked for that. You tried to backpeddle, to beg for something reasonable.
>Asking for something was idiotic. You should have trusted in Soarin.
>He loves - loved - you.
>So you hold on to your phone, waiting to say you're sorry.
>Waiting to say goodbye.
>You won't ask for another chance.
>You should never have asked for anything at all.

>You are Soarin and you don't know what to do.
>"Get up."
>Diamond stands over you, her face twisted in disgust.
>You let your head drop again.
"Why."
>"Because Silver needs you, asshole."
"I know. And I left her."
>"Yeah. Because you're an asshole. But *she* thinks there's something about you worth loving or something, so get up!"
>She drives her foot into your leg. You barely feel it.
>You got worse every day during practice.
>"Get the fuck up, shitstain!"
>She kicks you again.
>"Tell me what your fucking plan is! I can't help her if I don't know what you're going to do!"

>>28007556
Diamond might as well do it now, she fucked up for long enough.

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>>28007545
>>28007556
>soarin rn

9 ain't fine

>>28007422
we will see. got more meat soon and a rari-spolsion after a button mashing little shit appears.
>>28004127
>Soon Anon and Sweetie make it out of his driveway, chased halfway by his dogs who bark him off as his goodbye. He looks over at Sweetie who is looking of into the distance as they pass the tree farm just beyond the property. One of her hands is on the seat, just inside his reach, inspiring him to reach for it. As his hand gets close hers, she quickly reaches out, grasping his firmly as she turns to him smiling.
>”I really liked your home and mom” Sweetie softly says. “…and the snuggles last night.”
“Yeah… glad you enjoyed yourself,” Anon replies with a smile. “I look forward to the future with my Little Marshmallow as well.”
>Sweetie softly blushes as she kicks her feet in her seat and grips his hand tighter as butterflies tickle in her belly with glee.
“Sorry to break the mood but I want to let you know this,” Anon starts after a few minutes. “In this meeting with V.P. Luna, I want you to tell her about all that Diamond and Silver have done to mess with you. Remember I am there with you and I did manage to get some recordings on my phone of their harassment.”
“I can only hope that it will stop for both our sakes,” Anon finishes as he takes his hand back to shift gears before reaching out to the young maiden again. He looks over with a nervous grin as his mind wanders over possible results after the meeting concludes.
>Sweetie reaches over to his shoulder as she shifts against her seatbelt toward him to get his attention, kissing her fingers and touching his cheek.
>“I will do my best and you hold together too. Those two don’t have as much power as they think.”
“I am not worried about the girls or DT’s dad. DT’s mom is another issue.”

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>>28009684
>”Why do you not worry about her dad?”
“You saw my shop and know about the company connections associated with it?”
>”yes…” Sweetie replies quizzically.
“Well guess who is the angel investor who co-owns my main patent is.”
>”You mean you are in business with…”
“Her dad. Filthy Rich is a very nice and focused man who doesn’t tolerate much. That is why I think this is her mom’s doing and she is…” Anon trails off.
>”I have seen how she is along with the girls. I am almost sorry for her, pushing DT as a surrogate and extension of herself.”
“Yeah…” Anon says as they are stopped at the light by the mall. As he turns to her he hears a click and is met with Sweetie kissing his cheek.
>”We both have to be strong. I for you and you for me.” Sweetie replies as she smiles softly while holding his hand on the shifter.
“Thank you. Have I told you that you are awesome as well as beautiful? Especially beautiful today..”
>”Now you are being sappy… don’t stop,” Sweetie says as they begin to accelerate and slides back into her seat.
“Have no intention to…”

>The rest of the ride is uneventful with the two holding hands as much as they could between the needs of shifting. As they pull into the parking lot in front of CHS, they see it is barren but for a couple cars scattered about like the last fragments of confetti after a party on an otherwise clean floor. Anon parks the truck in his assigned spot towards the center of the lot and walks around to let Sweetie out, making a show of being a footman to the chuckling teen who gladly acts her part, reflecting many of her sister’s mannerism for effect. Turning towards the imposing structure of the front of the school, they take the other’s hand and purposefully approach their meeting. A few minutes early Anon confirms on his watch as he pushes the door open for them.

I am going to try to post more of my reserve and speed this up. I enjoy details too much I guess but I also love paining my visions of all this for you.
>>28009709
>The school’s interior vaults up quickly inside then quickly tapers to two large hallways lined with lockers and the air conditioning echos like a fresh wind finding a newly opened crypt. To their right beyond the square columns of the entry is the glass doors the administrative office, lit inside from the sun bleeding in through the large main window beside the secretaries’ desks.
“Well V.P Luna knows how to choose a setting…”
>“You can say that again,” Sweetie replies as she slides behind him slightly at the familiar building shifts to a setting from Silent Hill.
“Guess we had better move on into the Admin offices… lest the ghost of a lost janitor,” Anon starts as Sweetie bops him in the head.
>“Don’t start. Not now… too real”
“As you wish”, he retorts as they step into the office and knock on V.P. Luna’s door.
>”Come in.”

>>28009849
I love all of it, go nuts.

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And here is the pic I based the clothes for Sweetie on

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>>28009930
I WANT TO LIVE IN HER WORLD! I DONT CARE IF SHE ISNT INTERESTED, ITS BETTER THAN HERE!

>>28009962
Dia-sweetis: The real threat to Bronies

>>28009930
My fiance is saying I made her too Loli...WELL WHAT DO YOU KNOW? SHE IS!

>>28010071
>too loli
I'm confused.
Is "too loli" when they're still in diapers? Or still in the womb? Either way, it doesn't apply to Sweetie.
God, I hope it doesn't apply.

>>28010274
Too loli is just that, too loli. His fiance was introduced to Sweetie and her reaction wasn't that she was going to be loli, so when she finds out she is a loli her natural response is "Honey, you've made her a bit too loli." It isn't in the literal sense, she isn't technically "too loli" she's just very loli relative to what she expected at first.

>>28007378
>Ok y'all. I would like some feedback for my planning
I'm going to need some actual confrontation with some danger our something. You need to pick up the pace. You put too much descriptiveness in to the story and it loses it's value. There's really nothing about the story that sets off anything interesting. It's just a guy and his loli girlfriend coming together with no problems and such. There's no tension, no humor, nothing. It's kinda boring. Another thing is how you word everything out. Not typing out contractions makes the dialogue read extremely weird. Literally no one in life talk like this: "I am sorry but that is something I can not do." Anybody who understands English would've worded it as:" I'm sorry, but that's something I can't do." Maybe depending on the situation they'd stretch out some of the contractions, but rarely would it ever be all of them. It's really fucking strange reading shit like "Can not, do not, I am, it is, will not," in the midst of a seemingly normal sentence.

Not planning feedback, but it's feedback nonetheless. That's really all I gotta say.

>>28010508
I have conflict about to go live. Word is spreading of them and I want them to be cozy before I have antagonists wander in. The book store is where acceleration kicks in and I have just not published it.

>>28011027
2nd time you completely ignore anything that has to do with your actual writing.

Wouldn't be surprised if this post is gonna be the third.

Also, what's up with the Trip codes?
>!!uDkz+twIEoG
>!!GmOMEljqnYk

>>28011402
It's a fucking conspiracy man! I-I think he's on to us!

Gaahh, DAMNIT! There's no way out!

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

>>28012190
I can't see Silver listening to Canibitch. She seems like the typical rich white girl, except emo. She probably listens to classical shit and marilyn manson cds.

>>28011402
Internalized the real critique portions though I don't really use contractions as much as I speak. I do take the crits about 'get on with it' seriously. I tend to get stuck and have to revamp to keep it to painting a scene rather than essentially sticking a poster up reads 'muh vision!' As to tension, I have to go with my cliché answer of "soon" as I need to have more than my usual 2-3 hours of typing and sifting of notes to build it. I am also trying to avoid spoiler territory with my plans as I usually keep the same content but swap order. I guess I just write how I perceive the world: many sensations but disconnected from context other than as data. Passion as the only real thing felt with all other emotions to be dulled as there is work to be done.

>>28012449
Cool, so what's up with you're tripcode constantly changing?

So some random Anon in a now deleted thread said you were in need of writers or something.
I may be able to help you there, but I must to update my own thread first.
I hope that's alright with you. Because you can't stop me.

>>28012991
Do my eyes deceive me?

>>28012687
I don't know. I use the same code and a double one at that
An artifact of hunting /b/-tards in /k/ i guess

>>28009849
>The two teens enter V.P Luna’s office, dark from her drawn blinds but for a few beams of light that shine in to guide the way. Two seats are open before her desk which Luna has her back to as she looks out a pulled shingle of the blinds. Anon and Sweetie sit in the chairs, awaiting Luna to respond to their entry.
>“Mr Anon and miss Sweetie Belle,” Luna begins. “I have called you both in to discuss an encounter you two had after school on the grounds with Miss Diamond Tiara and Miss Silver Spoon. It has come to my attention that you, Mr. Anon, threatened Miss Diamond and that you told her it was pointless to complain. Care to correct the record?”

”V.P. Luna, I said to the young women, upon seeing them make Sweetie cry for the nth time as they harassed her upon leaving her chorus practice, to quit and that Diamond should not bring it up to her father as it would waste his time as I did record them. I had claimed I had video but I lied as I only have audio recorded on my phone. I am entrusted by Sweetie’s sister to get her home from these practices given the hectic schedule for her these last 6 months. In standing up for her, I felt I was doing the right thing as I was interfering with bullying of an underclassman I care about.”

>”Is all this true, miss Sweetie Belle?” Luna says as she turns to her with a raised eyebrow.
>”Ye…Yes ma’am,” Sweetie starts with a stutter. ”Those girls have been picking at me after each practice as well as any time they could in class. They also pick on my friends Apple Bloom and Scootaloo but never as focused as they do with me.”
>”I see. May I hear the recording now?”
“Yes ma’am,” Anon firmly states as he cues up the recording.

>>28012991
Awesome, we've been waiting new writers.

I don't know what that cool guy told you, but our content is low lately. Our writers have been really busy and currently only Shade of Dusk has been writing, with Templar coming in from time to time with words.

Some tips to get you started:
>It Hurts
>It Hurts
>It Hurts

Rule of thumb:
>It Hurts

That's really all that matters. Make the story about whatever you want as long as it is related to the prompt(be it barely or strictly). Have fun, and remember >It Hurts.

>>28013004
?

>>28013181
He seemed really desperate, he didn't just ask me either.
I hate to say, my thread has only two writers counting myself.
It'll be fine.

I know how this goes.

>>28013377
Is that a no? Or a yes? You lost me with those last two sentences.

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>>28013409
Yes .
Now just wait a minute.

>>27997935
I wish i had that kind of talent and dedication, anon. As an avid reader of greens on this board, I can't tell you how many ideas i've had for greens I thought would be pretty good, but as I thought about them I just couldn't figure out where I wanted each situation to go, what obstacles the characters would overcome, how to write the characters so they'd be relatable to anyone, and how to write a good ending for a story. A lot shit i think up is just a one off type of thing with no purpose or direction. The shittiest thing is when a writer creates something great and then leaves it, and I don't wanna be that guy. Writing's hard yo, and I got no dedication or inspiration.

>>27948538
Is cancer your star sign?

>>28014556
>as I thought about them I just couldn't figure out where I wanted each situation to go
Stop thinking, my nigga, and just write.

Look at the prompt, imagine yourself as Anon, now write what you'd do in that situation, and how you'd live your life. That's all there is to it. Seriously, don't be a pussy bro, the longer you hold yourself off of writing the harder it'll be to do it.

You're one of us, so I'm pretty sure you understand how much we would enjoy another story. Seriously, you're letting us down.