Anon at the Gala

Seriously, there was no context for deleting it

>>28106314
maybe roleplaying

mods are fags

>>28106314
Roleplaying and muh greentext bait occupies too much space bs.

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Let's just hope that edgy anon and classy anon return

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>>28106314
Wow, no context, no nothing. Hell it's not even archived. Really makes you think hmmm.....
I'm assuming it triggered a mod or a janitor.

I'll reupload the entire story but I can't work on it until tonight.

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>>28106314
>You hated attending these things.
>It was a necessary pain in your ass, to keep your associates satisfied.
>"GALAS", back where you came from, they were called charity events.
>Bunch of old dicks would gather around pick some random hot-button topic of the day,
>then throw some pocket change at it and get a standing ovation.
>Even there they still invited you. Hoping to ask for a favor or two.
>Well, you could always use a couple more royals in your pocket.
>"Darling did you hear me?"
>"I asked if you'd like to dance."
>You take sip of your wine and lean back in your chair.
"I'm trying to relax here friend, do you mind?"
>"Well I never!"
"Yea, yea, why don't ya piss off."
>"Ohphh!"
>And then she stormed off.
>You don't have time for nobody's anyways.
>You were here because she wanted to talk to you, no not that 2-bit wannabe noble. The only she that mattered in this entire piss hole of a kingdom.
>At the far corner of the room you noticed a royal guard approaching. I guess the real entertainment had started.
>He was a rather tall one, with white fur and gold plated armor, typical of the usual uniform.
>You down your drink before he arrived at your table.
>"Sir....her highness would like to speak with you."
"Why don't you tell her, to come out her herself?"
"I don't bite, very hard at least."
>The guard began to look rather uncomfortable, but reached into his armor to pass you a bag
>"She can...assure you that... your time won't be wasted sir, but please, do hurry.
>You weigh the bag in your hand then put it inside your coat
"Alright, we'll see what she needs this time."
"Here, why don't buy yourself some self-respect."
>You say as you flick a bit at his muzzle.
"I know the way, don't follow me."
>You finish, as you stand from your table and traverse through the crowd making your way to the castle's gardens.
I'll just check for grammar during the reupload.

Old thread: http://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/28093441/#q28093441

>>28108099
Cool I'll reupload fancy Anon's story too.
I know, that atleast from my experience, jumping from site to site kind of sucks.

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>>28108086
>Leaving the party was one of tonight's highlights.
>You take in your surroundings as you close the door to the castle behind you.
>The night was chilly and cold, and the sky was filled with stars.
>To your right was a balcony overlooking Canterlot.
>With a couple, or so you had hoped they were, having a party of their own, in what they presumed was a private area.
>"Oh stop it Fancy!"
>The gray mare giggled, as the white stallion nibbled at her ears.
>"What if my husband finds out?"
>She replies, as she pecks at his neck.
>Giggling the stallion replied
>"What if my wife finds out?"
>From what you could make out, that was Mrs.Velvet and her new boyfriend Fancy.
>Mrs. Velvet had been a client of yours when word began to get around about her...friendliness.
>Word she'd prefer didn't make it to the papers, you helped her, and then she helped you.
>Naturally she's a repeat client.
>Degenrates, every last one of them.
>You don't know why you thought things would be different here.
>Twenty years, and you're still doing the same shit, with the same kinds of people.
>You take a deep breath and enter the Garden, too find that empty marble bench, in that dark little corner.
>When you arrived, your friend was there.
>A rather large mare, covered in a black robe with her horn sticking out of the top.
>You take sharp breath, then speak.
"Is this seat taken?"
>She does not reply.
>You take your seat beside her.
"So what? No hello, no how are you doing? I'm hurt quite frankly. I thought we were friends Celly"
>"Shush!"
"So what's the hub bub?"
>"I'm at wits end Anon, ponies are beginning to ask questions."
"Let people talk, hell, it's not like it's anything new. I mean you already heard rumors of Mrs. Velvet Cucking her husband, turns out that wasn't true right? People make up shit all the time."
>"That's easy for you to say Anon, but this, this is a little more...international."
"Can you stop with the foreplay here, I'm not as all knowing as you think am."

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>>28108154
>"Well...can I trust you Anon?"
"Can you trust a snake not to bite you?"
>She sits silently, and stares at her hooves, tears begin to enter her eyes.
>You sigh, and put your hand on her back.
"There, there."
"Look, of course you can, provided you don't piss me off."
"Now tell papa what's going on."
>"Well, I'm sure you've heard about the recent dealings with the Saddle Arabians right?"
"Yea, the whole thing with natural rights violations and embargos."
"I read the news."
>"Well, perhaps those claims were not entirely true."
"Nooo"
>You reply sarcastically.
>"The truth is, they'd decided to start opening negations with Griffondom."
>"In favor of getting cheaper commodities from them rather than us."
>You lean back against the hedges, as you begin to lose interest.
>"Well, we had asked if they would cease negations"
>"and well they refused, so in order to save Equestria's economy, I may have exaggerated some facts."
>She grabs onto your coat then throws herself onto you."
>"But you have to believe me Anon! It was for the greater good! This war will solidify Equestria's place as a superpower."
>She begins to ball her eyes onto your new coat, mucus pouring from her nose.
>"The world needs strong leadership Anon! They need us to show them the way please understand."
>You hug her, pat her on the back, and whisper into her ear
"I don't care Celly."
>You shove her off of you, and stand in front of her now.
"Now what's the problem?"
>She's calmed down
>"The problem is, one of the ponies involved in the negotiations, doesn't seem to see it that way."
>"And now he's threating to expose me."
"And you want me to convince him otherwise?"
>"Yes, please Anon, but don't kill him...he's dear to me."
"It's gonna cost ya, extra if you want me to be gentle."
>"But I already paid you?"
"You paid me for my time Celly, not for a job."
>"Okay"
>She whispers silently
>"His name is...it's Blue Blood."

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>>28108198
>"Please Anon, I'm desperate, I'd tell Bon-Bon to do it, but this is a little hard to explain."
"Alright..."
>You say as you fix your coat. wiping the off the mucus that the overemotional mare had left upon it.
>"Am...am I a bad person Anon..."
>She says while staring at the ground.
"I'd tell you whatever you wanted to hear Celly."
>as you turn to leave you say
"Provided you'd paid me first."
>"Oh...."
>She whispered as she buried her face in her hooves.
"You're a good pony."
"Celestia."
>Suprised with your response she looks up to you.
>"T-thank you Anon."
"Yea, whatever."
>You reply as you leave her.
>This wasn't gonna be too hard anyways. Blue Blood was a prissy faggot.
>Probally thought he'd use this as leverage to grab for some power. Black mail, was surprisingly common here.
>Well you had a couple of hours to kill now, he liked to stay late to these things.
>No sense in passing up free booze you thought.
>As you exit the hedge maze.
>Re-entering the castle and into the Gala, nothing had changed too much since you had left.
>Well the table you'd been sitting at had been taken and there was some white unicorn fashionista balling her eyes out in the hallway about how she's hideous and no one will ever love her. Still pretty much the same as when you left.
>Wealthy nobles stuffing their gullets at tables and pretentious musicians whose names you don't know, playing classical music on a stage.
>You decided the balcony would be slightly more hospitable, maybe you can squeeze some fun out of Mrs.Velvet to pass the time.
>As you make your way through the crowd again.
>You notice another waiter holding a tray of wine glasses
>You snatch one and make your way to the balcony.
>As you enter the balcony, your friend appears to have left already.
>In her place, a yellow mare in a green dress covered in butterfly shaped cloth pieces and flowers in her mane stares out into the city alone.
>It was stupid fucking outfit, and you hated her for wearing it.

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>>28108258
>You take a sip of your wine glass and then speak.
"You know the parties inside right?"
>"Oh...sorry...it's just a little loud is all."
"You don't have to apologise to me, you didn't do anything."
>"Oh it's just...well I thought...nevermind."
>You take another sip and join her by the balconies edge.
>As you stare out into the starry night. You see the tops of houses and businesses with their lights still shining from the inside, even this late into the night.
>Some guards patrolled the streets and you could just make out a cherry colored mare stumbling in the block just across from them.
>Undoubtedly drunk, as you wished you were right now.
>"It sure is pretty isn't it Mr.?"
"I guess so."
>"It's kind of funny really...I remember coming here awhile ago with my friends and hating it."
"Then why'd you bother coming back if you hated it?"
>"Well...it wasn't that bad in the end...there were just some misunderstandings is all."
>"I'm Fluttershy."
>She says to you as she curtsies.
"No need to curtsy, I'm not a noble."
>"Well...it's just you seemed like one is all."
"I'm Anon."
>"Nice to meet you Anon!"
"Yea..."
>"So....you don't like loud noises either."
"I don't like people."
>"Well....I can sympathize with that..."
>She replied as she stares down into the night with you.
>A cool breeze washes over the both of you and you can pick up the smell of her berry flavored perfume.
"You know, you're supposed to go to these things to make connections right?"
>"Well...I was never interested in politics is all..."
"Then why bother coming at all?"
>"My friends dragged me down here...it's a little silly I know."
"No, that's understandable."
>"So....how about you Anon....why did you come here... seeing as how you don't like people."
"Work"
>"Ohh...are you some kind of undercover guard?"
"Quite the opposite...I sell shoes down in Canterlot."
>Taking another sip form your wine glass you turn to her
"You know, boots, slippers, all sorts of things."

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>>28108289
>"Well...that's nice...you don't have a stall?"
"Well...I don't need one, people tend to come to me if they need my services as a cobbler."
>"I see...you must be pretty successful then...it must be nice to have a thriving business..."
>She said, and then was quite.
"So what do you do?"
"For work."
>"Oh well...nothing too glamorous...I run a none profit..."
>"An animal shelter really."
>"To tell you the truth, It doesn't really rack in the bits."
>"The only reason I have this dress, is because a friend made it for me as a favor."
>"Oh...I'm sorry to ruin your evening with my problems...I'll just leave you alone now."
>As she turns to leave you take another sip of your wine.
"It's alright, I enjoy honesty. It's refreshing."
"Tell you what, how about you keep me company?"
"I like your voice."
>She blushes slightly at this and turns to face you."
>"Oh...my...well I suppose I could spend a little more time with you..."
>She joins you once more at the balcony, this time a little closer than the last.
>"I knew you weren't such a bad guy."
>You place your hand on her back and pet her.
"Yea...I suppose I'm not..."
"So tell why don't you tell me something interesting..."
>She thinks for a moment and then replies
>As the night continued, she continued, to fill your ears with her stories, about her friends and their many adventures together.
>About her upbringing and about well, just about everything, she had poured her heart out to you, and you had given her nothing in return.
>Just silence.
>"Wow Anon, you sure are a good listener, I mean here I am a complete stranger and yet... I've told you my whole life story."
"I was just trying to pass the time."
>"Oh you can't fool me Mr., you're just a kind-hearted fellow."
>"I...I know this is a bit sudden...but well...if your ever in Ponyville, it'd be nice to get some coffee together....that is....if you don't mind is all."
"Maybe...if I find the time between work."

>>28108321
I want to motorboat the shit out of Fluttershy's chest fluff.

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>>28108321
>She smiles then jumps onto her hind legs.
>Wrapping her arms around you and then kisses your cheek.
>"Thanks Anon..."
>She replied, smiling at you.
"Yea...well it's about that time Fluttershy I have work to take care of."
>You replied as you gently removed her hoves from you, and place her back on all fours.
>"Oh....well....thanks for listening...."
"Yea, we should...do it again sometime..."
>You spurted out as you left the balcony.
>Intamacy wasn't something you'd prefer engage in.
>It was a useful tool, and you'd used it on more than once to get your way.
>But never genuinely.
>You'd spent around 2-3 hours listening to that mare bitch and moan about her poor life choices.
>And yet, it was refreshing...
>Throughout her monologue she'd not blamed anyone but herself for her circumstances.
>None of that, God, the universe, or some other party forcing their hand, that you've grown so accustomed too.
>It was all so, different...
>Maybe you would hit her up if you ever went to Ponyville.
>Maybe you'd offer to give her loan that you know she'd never be able to pay back.
>Only time will tell, but what was certain, was the party was over, and Blue Blood would be leaving soon.
>The plan was simple, find the carriage driver and persuade him to allow you as a "carry on".
>You decided to wait out front of the castle this time.

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>>28108372
>In order to Scout out the carriage drivers.
>You take in your surroundings, you see the front of the castle has a horseshoe shaped road leading in and out of the front.
>There were two marble arches holding up a roofed platform, where many of the party guests were still giggling and chatting.
>As carriages lined bumper to bumper would come by, and pick up one of the party goers, and then expeditiously leave making room for another carriage to pick up its share of party goers.
>It was a cycle almost, like clock-work.
>You waited just out of sight of this crowd looking for his carriage driver.
>And sure enough as luck would have it, there he....well she was.
>A white furred mare with a black cap sporting an equally shiny black silk coat with matching vest, with rose thorn patterns decorating it in long lines from top to bottom, her undershirt was blue and plan.
>These nobles were sentimental and preferred that their drivers and carriages reflect them in some way.
>It was a sign of their power or something superficial like that.
>It's what made this such an easy first step.
>She was visibly tired as she was no doubt, not been allowed to sleep the entire night, as she needed to be on call in case Blue Blood wanted to leave early.
>You fixed your coat and then your hair and approached her.
"Excuse me!"
"Hey, Miss, Excuse me!"
>Startled she responds.
>"Wah, wah I wasn't sleeping I swear!"
"Hey settled down there girl, I just want to talk to you.
>"Oh...sorry, It's just been a long night is all."
"Oh I-I understand miss."
"You wouldn't happen to be Blue Bloods carriage driver would you?"
>"Well...that depends on who's asking really."
>You pull out a notebook and reply
"Edgar Hoover, Reporter for the daily Gazel."

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>>28108413
>"Sorry Mr. I'm not allowed to talk to the press."
"Oh I understand, but what I'd really prefer is to do a feature story on Blue Blood."
"You know, help him get his face out there a new rising star in Equestria's political arena."
>"I don't know Edgar..."
>She replied as she rubbed her eyes with her forearm.
>You reach into your coat and retrieve the bag of bits you'd received this night.
"Oh I'm not asking for charity mam, I'm sure you'll find that we can both help each other out."
>She pauses and stares at the bag in your hand.
>It was more bits than she'd ever make in a year hauling this asshole around.
>"Well....Edgar..."
"I'm sure I don't need to tell a smart mare like you, that Blue Blood would most likely be eternally grateful to the mare that helped him boost his political career."
"All I'm asking for is a chance miss, if he doesn't like me, then hey you can keep the bits, and we go our separate ways.
"You can only win here."
>"Well....what the hey, how bad can free bits really be?"
"A very wise move miss, very wise."
>You hop onto the carriage on her side, as she wouldn't dare surprise Blue Blood.
>She begins to fill your ears with complaints about her job.
>How much she hated her father.
>And you pretended to listen.
>It didn't matter what she said.
>After around 30 mins of this, the carriage finally reached the front.
>Blue Blood approaches, and reacts, naturally...
>"Copper who is this 'human', and why is he here?"
"Pleaser to meet you Blue Blood!"
>You say jumping to the ground.
"Edgar Hoover, reporter for the daily Gazelle!"
>"Well I'm not taking any questions right now."
"Oh I understand that Mr.Blood, but..."
>"That is Prince Blue Blood to you wretch!"
>You bow this time
"My mistake Prince Blue Blood, I was just so excited to meet such a regal and handsome stallion, I forgot the pleasantries befitting your status."
>"Hmpphh, well, you'd do well to remember your betters."

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>>28108437
"If you'd be so kind, I represent an up and coming media outlet, hoping to battle the corruption of the Equestrian Political system"
"You see most outlets are owned by one noble or another, and we were hoping to get some real honest facts from a young front runner like you on the matter."
"We'd of course, want to do a feature on you exclusively, to help show the validity of your character."
"You know, who is Blue Blood, and what does he think is right!"
>"Hmm...well you've come to the right place. Yes, you won't find anyone as virtuous as I in all of Equestria!"
"Oh I could sense it your highness, I knew from the second I heard about you, that you, were the kind of Stallion Equestria needs!"
>He giggles and fixes his mane, the faggot.
>"Oh I always did like you humans. So clever and so...smart."
>"Oh sure why not, I could use some good company."
"Thank you your princeliness"
"Though it's customary to interview staff first. That is, if you don't mind."
>"Oh of course, I'm sure you'll find that Copper will tell you all about my greatness, and in the mean time, I'll try and sum up the greatness that is my life, in a way the peasantry can understand."
>What a dick, but hey, kissing a little ass every now and then proved useful.
>You retake your position next to Copper the carriage whore.
>And you're on your way.
>"Wow Mr., I didn't think you'd actually pull that off."
"Oh...i'm professional."
"Now, why not tell me more about your father during the ride."
>"Don't you wanna hear about Blue Blood?"
"Oh, I've talked to men like him before, I'm more interested in you."
>She blushes and stutters
>"O~oh...well aren't you cute."
>You place your arm over her and pull her closer.
>"Moving a little fast there pal don't you think?"
"Carpe Diem pretty lady."
>"Carpe what?"
>You place a kiss on her forehead and her face becomes flushed.
"Just drive little mare, drive."

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>>28108462
>You had the carriage, and you had the driver.
>Wether she knew it or not.
>She kept going on and on about how she hadn't had a man in a long time.
>You just nod and pretend to listen as the carriage moves away from the castle.
>Every now and then caressing the side of her face and she'd scoot a little closer to you every time.
>As you enter the city you are greeted to empty blocks with few guards patrolling.
>Although it was late, and there weren't many witnesses around you'd rather not risk getting caught.
>You begin to remember a specific path leading from the town into the more untamed mountainous regions of the Canterlot area.
>You've done this before, and you see the fork approaching.
"Hey, Copper, why don't you take a left turn up here?"
>"No can do Edgar, that route leads out of town."
"Oh I understand."
>You reach into your coat and pull a blade from a pocket.
>Then pull Copper closer into you covering her mouth.
>You press the blade against her kidney and whisper into her ear.
"Do you feel that?"
"That's a 9-inch serrated knife poking at your kidneys right now."
>She struggles and tries to scream but you press down on her mouth tighter.
>You calmly and cooly reassure her.
"Shhh...we've been having such a nice evening."
"There's no need to ruin it by cutting it short. Now all I want you do, is to take the next left out this turn and follow the road."
"Now I'm going let you go of your mouth, and if you scream or don't follow my simple instructions I'm gonna jam this 9-inch fucker into your kidneys."
"And then I'm going to jam it your noisy fucking face."
"So be a good girl and take the next left."
"Okay?"
>She nods, and you release her mouth.
>You still keep your arm around her, and the carriage begins to take the path you politely requested.
>The roads become more unpaved and unruly as you enter the outskirts of Canterlot.
>This area was going to be the original location of Canterlot but it was deemed to unstable for any serious landscaping.

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>>28108504
>Unstable was what you were hoping for
>Blue Blood needed an alibi
>As you continued down the path, the carriage began to rock and turn.
>Copper, starts to shack and sweat.
>And you, you stare right on through, calm and collected.
"Pick up speed Copper."
>"But if we keep going at this rate,it'll flip the carriage!"
"I'm counting on it."
>She cracks her whip at the ponies leading the carriage.
>They pick up speed
>As the carriage begins to fly down the winding uneven path like a bat out of hell.
>The winds begin to howl heavier than before and Copper grows teary-eyed from all the excitement.
>This was all getting too far out of hand for her.
"You've been a great help dear"
>You say as you plunge the knife into her kidneys.
>Blood begins to leak onto your hand and she gasps.
>You rip the blade from her and then jam into her heart.
>She grabs you and wearily says,
>"But, I did everything you asked me too?"
"Yea"
>You reply as you pull her closer to you. Reaching into her pockets.
"and I appreciate it."
>You say as you toss her from the carriage, your hand clutching onto the bag of bits you'd bribed her with.
>You grab the reigns and force the ponies to take a sharp left, the carriage to tumbles over.
>and is reduced to a wooden wreck, the ponies pulling it being impaled by the wooden axials that were meant to hold them in place.
>You had survived this bit of theatrics, unfortunately.
>As you approach the now wrecked carriage. You notice a certain shuffle from the rubble.
>A liquidy cough could be heard.
>Your reasonably sure Blue Blood survived the crash...reasonably.
>You climb onto the wrecked remains and begin to pull it apart.
>Throwing broken planks of wood here and there.
>Until you find your prize, a bleeding and bruised Blue Blood.
>His lip busted and his suit in tatters.
>The suave blond mane he was so proud of covered in dirt.
"I'd say this is as good a place as any for an interview don't you?"
And I'll continue it later tonight.

Okay, now for the other fedorable story.
The none edgy one.

He didn't include pictures but I'll just place smutty pictures of rarity to suffice.
I an't the author of this one, so lets hope he continues.

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>>28106314
>With a tilt of the head and a shrug you follow her onto the dance floor
>You’d been in Equestria for a while so it wasn’t too foreign a concept to dance with a pony
>Rarity knowing how to accommodate your height lifts up onto her hind legs and places one hoof in your hand
>The other lies gently at your waist while your free arm rests on her shoulder
>You begin to sway back and forth in a slow waltz
>”So what brings you here darling?”
“Well fancy gatherings aren’t exactly my cup of tea but you know how it is. I guess I’m just trying to break out of my bubble so to speak. That and being forced to attend by Celestia are both enough motivation to get me out on my feet. Dancing with a beautiful lady is simply a plus in the matter.”
>She titters lightly at your comment
>”No need for flattery Anon. I may be a lady but I do not wish to make you feel uncomfortable. I do so hope you enjoy your night out.”
“It is appreciated believe me. Not everyone is as welcoming of me here.”
>”Perhaps using correct terminology would help. Aside from that, there isn’t much you can do I’m afraid. Some ponies just have their gaze firmly planted in their own rumps. You would think they’d be used to your presence by now. I hope no one has been giving you a hard time have they dear?”
“No not really. It’s less open denouncement and more of the hushed whispers variety. It seems like it’s more or less the upper crust that look down upon me though. Most of the people in Ponyville don’t seem to mind.”
>”Again dear might I advise the use of correct phrasing.”
“You may advise all you wish my lovely friend but some things must remain as they are with me.”
>”And to what end might that be?”
“I like keeping part of home with me. Even if that means I just speak in a way that other’s don’t understand. It’s the little things that keep me afloat sometimes.”
>”What other little things do you hold close to your heart might I ask?”

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>>28108594
>You gaze around the room letting your mind drift to times of soft, blossoming joy
“Basking in the sunlight on a warm weekend with not a worry in the world, a night out with friends just enjoying the drink and company, a simple dance with a stunning mare at an otherwise droll party.”
>A roll of the eyes accompanied by a smile comes forth at the sound of your words
>”Please darling if I didn’t know better I’d say that you’re fraternizing with me.”
“You’re the one who asked me to dance if you’ll recall.”
>”Please Anonymous, I simply hated seeing you alone.”
“It’s alright, you don’t have to lie. I like bold woman.”
>You share a laugh at the lighthearted flirting before settling smoothly back into your rhythm
>”So why has Celestia taken it upon herself to force you out on this night?”
>Your eyes shift over to Celestia who was standing on the landing of the elegantly carved marble staircase greeting important ponies from all walks of life
“I think she’s worried about me honestly. I’ve spent most of my time cooped up aside from when I’m with you and the girls. I don’t have much reason to go out really. She didn’t have the invitation mailed to me as she would anyone else. She delivered it to me personally when I was up here with Twilight about a month ago.”
>”My, that is quite the honor isn’t it?”
“More like a rope to drag me into going. How could I ever get out of it after she gave it to me herself?”
>”She does enjoy getting her way that one.”
>After a short pause Rarity opens her mouth to speak but bites back the words forming there
>You easily notice this as she’s currently the center of your attention
“What is it?”

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>>28108640
>Taking a moment to find her words she replies
>”I don’t mean to be too forward with my questions and if you’d rather not you can avoid answering. I was going to ask about the visit, if anything new developed.”
>You nod your slowly with a wry smile
“Ah, you don’t have to worry about stepping on my toes. But no, nothing new has come up. I won’t be going home anytime soon it seems.”
>Her visage drops at the statement
>”I’m sorry to hear that dear.”
“It’s alright. Life goes on I guess.”
>”Have you perhaps thought of trying to settle down for a while? I know Twilight has been housing you since you arrived but maybe a place of your own would do you some good.”
“I’ve thought about it, at the moment I don’t really have enough bits to be looking for a house however. Maybe in a month’s time or two.”
>”Well I hope that you know we are all very glad to have you Anon and that you are always welcome with us.”
“That’s very kind of you Rarity. Thank you.”
>The current song being played by the band ends and as it does Rarity drops down onto her fore hoofs once more
>”The air in here really is quite stuffy. Care to join me out in the garden?”
>You motion with your hand and follow beside her as you head for the door

>>28108654
And that's all he wrote because he's feelings got hurt or something like.

>>28108372
>Not giving fluttershy the dick
>intimacy scares Anon.
Anon confirmed beta male

>>28109414
Later on he murders a cab driver

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Guys? Come back, guys

Guys?
Guys pls.
Damn mods scaring everyone off

>>28111306
Im with you

>>28108662
No i'm still here you buttfuck. Just been a busy weekend.

>You will never drink wine with her

>>28111306
Implying mods can scare

>>28108654
>Upon arrival you grasp the handle and pull open the barrier for your acquaintance
>”Thank you, dear.”
>Passing by you Rarity takes the lead and winds her way down the stone path to the edge of the terrace
>She quickly finds a bench facing out towards the city so that you may both enjoy the view as well as the company
>Taking your seats the cool night air wraps around you like a calming blanket
>Your head begins to clear slightly as once hidden stress begins to seep from your shoulders
>Clasping your hands in your lap you recline and gaze out at the buildings bellow
>”The city is so beautiful at night wouldn’t you agree?”
“That it is. Ponyville has its charms but nothing like the lights of the city.”
>”Some ponies say that the city is too raucous and cacophonous for their tastes but I think if they could simply see the wonder that is holds at night time they might change their minds.”
“As you said though, some people are too busy being stubborn to leave themselves open to change.”
>”What a shame that is. I’m glad I at least have one pony to share this with.”
“Ah, so now who’s using the wrong terms?”
>A slight chuckle escapes you as she flashes an incredulous look your way
>”I suppose you’re right. Where are my manners? I have one *person* to share this with.”
>You tilt your head forward in a slight nod of approval
“See? Not so hard.”
>”Says the one who refuses to adopt a few simple terms from his new surroundings.”
>You laugh once more as you raise your hands up
“You got me there.”
>A short silence passes over the two of you as you fall back into your mild wonder at the city
>”Anon? I’ve been meaning to ask, you are rather well versed in your manners which is more than can be said of most down in Ponyville. Where did you learn it from?”
>Your ears perk up at the question and your mind sets in motion digging up old memories

>>28112374
“Well, initially from my mom I guess. She always wanted to make sure that her boys would treat a lady right. She taught us to hold doors for those around us and to just be courteous in general: help those who need it when they need it. Outside of that I’m more used to it because of the job I had back home. I worked as security for fancy social gatherings funnily enough. I’d have to be kind and presentable to all the guests so it just kind of carried over. Being on the other side of things for once is a bit strange to me honestly. I guess I just don’t really know how to enjoy these kinds of things; although you’re certainly helping with that.”
>A small sound of understanding comes from the mare to your right
>”I guess I don’t really know much about your life from before coming to equestrian now that I think about it. Were the parties interesting to watch?”
>You shrug slightly
“Eh, it was mainly just rich people getting together to talk about how great they all are. I never really cared for it. The pay was good though and it gave me a reason to stay in shape so I kept with it.”
>Another small silence permeates the air before you decide to speak up
“Have you read the news at all lately?”
>A small look of interest is adopted on Rarity’s visage
>”Why yes I have actually. Why do you ask?”
“I’ve been seeing stories of strange magical anomalies happening around Everfree and Ponyville. They say it’s kind of a recent occurrence. Do you know anything about it?”
>Rarity lifts a hoof to her chin as she ponders your question
>”I can’t say I know all that much about it myself. Just that it started about six months ago.”
>A small pang runs through your stomach and a glower settles on your face
>Looking at you in your silence Rarity interjects
>”Is there something wrong dear?”
>Your outward appearance shifts in indecisiveness while you formulate the sentence you are about to say

>>28112380
“I just have a bad feeling about things is all.”
>”Why is that? It’s most likely just some small magical happening. It’s not too uncommon really. They’ve just been a bit more frequent recently.”
>You gesture aimlessly with your hands as you concede slightly
“Maybe. It’s just kind of weird. You said it started happening six months ago right?”
>”Yes, why?”
“Do you remember how long ago I first got here?”
>Rarity takes a moment to think
>”I’d say roughly the same amount of time if I recall correctly.”
>You nod in agreement
>”You don’t think your arrival is what’s causing all of this do you?”
>You shake your head and shrug once more
“I can’t really be certain but it’s a bit of a strange coincidence don’t you think?”
>”I do agree that it might be somehow connected but I don’t think there’s much to worry about as of yet.”
“Yeah I know. I’m just keeping my eye on it for now.”
>”Well I’ll be sure to let you know if I hear anything interesting about the subject.”
“Thank you Rarity.”
>A brisk wind blows through your bones at that moment and you pull your jacket tighter around you
>You check your watch and see that the hour is passing on towards midnight and the Gala only has roughly an hour left of its course
“Shall we head back inside? It’s getting a bit chilly out here.”
>Nodding in agreement Rarity lifts off of the bench to stroll side by side with you once more to the door

>>28106314
>Anon flails about like a flid kid and tries to convince the Ponies its was popular back home
>They pretend to believe you but only to spare your feelings
Is how it would really go down.

>>28108535
good job

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>>28111566
I'm glad you came son!
This thread needed you.
Tell me when you're done for the night and I'll continue my green!
I go on first come first serve rules.
Well that and I have some studying to do tonight anyways.
I should be good though, I've been cramming.

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>>28112394
I'm going to assume you are either done for the night, or are kill for tonight.

>>28112394
I happily await continuation

>>28112974
im done. just gonna upload a bit at a time. still kind of decompressing from a longer story i wrote a little ago

>>28113357
I don't know where i'm going with this

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>>28113461
Neither do I
Try giving her the dick.
That's my plan for my story.

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>>28113423
Yea I'll write a couple post tonight.
I was just doing normie things.
So you know, I'll be slow updating.

>>28113480
it's ok, we're all normies a little bit

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>>28108535
>"Edgar! Help me Edgar!"
>He groaned
>"The-the carriage driver, the reckless fool! She crashed!"
"Yea, certainly appears that way doesn't it?"
>He tries to stand but falls back groaning in pain.
>"My...my leg! It's trapped in the rubble....I think...I think it's lost circulation...it might be dead!"
"Is it now?"
"Well let's find out."
>You stomp onto the rubble that his leg is submerged in.
>and he shrieks in agony.
>"You traitorous sow!"
"Well, your leg still has circulation, this is good."
"It means I don't have to haul your ass back to Canterlot."
>"Listen to me Edgar, I don't who sent you, or what you want..."
"Would you stop calling me Edgar, that's not my name."
>"Well whoever you are, you're making a grave mistake, I am heir to the Equestrian Empire!"
>"I'll see you hang for this!"
>You wave your finger at him.
"There we go, now we're getting to tonight's topic."
"Equestria!"
>He scowls at you, no doubt beginning to understand the gravity of the situation.
"Now, you see, nations are complicated beasts. They need strong leadership and unity of purpose in order to continue forward."
"Are following me here Blue Boy?"
>He wasn't, his is starting to glow horn now.
>"I don't have to listen to this!"
>Sensing danger you quickly stomp onto his horn
>breaking it half against the floor.
>He screams, and you allow him to finish that thought.
"Oh don't be such a baby, it'll grow back in a week."
>"What is it you want, Gold! Titles!"
>You always hated dealing with his sort.
>They had some notion of chivalry to keep up, even when their back was to the wall.
"I want you to shut the hell up and let finish my thought."
>You grab him by the cuff his neck and lean into him.
"Word is you're threating to rat out the Equestrian nobility, you want to pin them for a crime they didn't commit."
>"They fabricated lies!"
>You shake him by the cuff of his neck so he'd shut his mouth.
"Let me finish blue boy!"

>>28113723
Hey, don't stop. I'm really enjoying this anon that you created. Is certainly a breath of fresh air compare to other anons who are white knights in denial protecting waifus

>>28113806
I'm still writing, I'm just slow and experimenting.
I will announce when I'm done for the night.

>>28113810
No pressure my man. Just letting you know that I'm liking your story.

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>>28113723
"The fact of the matter is, you've made allot enemies alright."
"More than a prissy little faggot like you can handle."
"Would, lean back for me here for a second?"
>He complies, and lays his back onto the rubble
>You release your grip on the cuff of his neck
>Without his horn, he wasn't a threat anymore
>No reason to be so cautious now, so you decided to start freeing him from his wooden prison.
"Look, I get it, you're having hard night."
"It happens to the best of us."
"So, I'm just going to give you some advice."
>"It doesn't seem like advice, more of threat!"
"Call it whatever you want kid, most guys would've just beaten the shit out of you, put glass in your balls, hell even raped you to get their point across."
"I don't see any reason for that."
"Do you?"
>He sighs
>"Very well, what is this sagely 'advice' you have for me."
>He replied making air quotations with his hooves
"Eyy, there you go kid!"
"Now the nobles, like I said, aren't too happy with this misunderstanding."
>His pride began's to surface again, as he stood to retort, you grab his muzzle.
"Now we're just calling it a misunderstanding."
"You and I both know what this is."
"I know, it's not the most civil way to persuade someone, but it's effective."
"Right?"
>Sighing again
>"Agreed..."
"Now, you're new to this whole political thing and I've been around the block a bit."
"So let me tell ya, your not gonna win like this."
>"What would a hired thug like you know of politics?"
"I know that politicians and nobles die all the time, mainly due to accidents."
>He sneers
"Let me run a scenario for you."
"A young noble is traveling home after a long night of partying, it's what rich people do after all, nothing odd their."
"So his carriage driver, due to sleep deprivation, takes a wrong turn and throws the both of them off of a cliff."
"No survivors, you see my point?"
>He glares at you but you can tell he's learning
"I know how to stay alive."
"How to prevent misunderstandings from happing too."

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>>28113849
>>28113849
>"You're what's wrong with Equestria!"
>"Enabling corruption and tyrants!"
"Maybe, but if it wasn't me, someone else'd be here tonight."
"So listen, I get your type okay, I've seen allot of good men try and rally the people against their rulers."
"Really make some change you know?"
"It always ends the same way."
"You keep going at this rate, next time it'll be Equestria's secret service."
"And you might have an unfortunate fall, or maybe a mugging gone wrong."
"Oh sure they'll catch the people 'responsible', they always do."
>You say putting extra emphasis on responsible
"but then what kind of hero would you be?"
>He bows his head in shame, and looks to the earth for solace.
>Education was always your strong suit.
"You'd be a dead one, they'd hold a funeral, say nice words about you, and it'd be back to business the next day."
>"Is it truly that hopeless?"
>He was free from the rubble now, and you take a seat beside him
"I couldn't tell ya for sure, but if you want my opinion, no."
>You place your hand on his back.
"You just need to learn to play the game."
"Now, I can teach you, for a small fee of course..."
>"Is this how you make your living? Preying on the weak and desperate?"
"Sounds like someone is beginning to understand their place in the world."
>You laugh as you smack him on the back.
"Listen kid, I'll give you a freebie for now."
"When you wander back into Canterlot, you tell the authorities that you had an accident, don't go calling any names out or anything."
>"Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you?"
"Yea, I would, but say you didn't listen, you'd tell them your story, the nobles would know that you didn't get the message, then you end up dead next week."
"Don't get me wrong, I'll be dead too, probably before you, and you lose the potential for a teacher."
>He grumbles, but he's young, they always get upset.

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>>28113978
"So you're going to wander into town and tell them about the accident."
"Then for the next three months, you're going to abstain from any split votes, be vocal about your support for the most powerful nobles, and always side with Celestia because family is important to you."
>You lean back into the rubble
"For now, your going to forget about the whole evidence you have, file it away for later, many years from now."
"And when you have a little more power use it as a casus belli."
>"Is that all?"
"For now, I mean this was a freebie."
"This should get the nobles off your ass for awhile."
"Should you find that the political arena to be a little more 'gladiatorial' then you expected, you can always find me and ask for some training or advice."
"But it'll cost ya."
>"How many times have you done this?"
"Ohh, this is like the twelfth now."
>You say looking at your nails.
>"And yet you've still escaped justice!"
"A lot of people owe me favors."
"A habit you should try to acquire."
>You stand up and dust yourself off.
"Right then, I think that's enough free lessons for one day."
>As you begin to walk away you wave goodbye to him and say.
"You do the right thing kid, okay!"
>"Wait!"
>You sigh, and stop
"What?"
>"How will I find you if I don't even know your name?"
"Well, that'll be your first test kid."
"If you can't even find me, you're not worth the effort to teach."
>"No name, anything?"
"No...it's on you to learn."
>"Well at least answer me this"
>He says stomping his hoof to the floor.
>These young ones, they always pissed you off.
>You stopped and turned to him.
>"Would....would you really have raped me if you were paid too?"
"I do whatever the job calls for."
>You turn and wander back to Canterlot.
>And in your heart, you hoped Blue Blood would wise up.
>And at the same time, you didn't care.
>He wouldn't say anything, now that you pissed a little wisdom on him.
>A brave little guy, but stupid.
>But, the world needs more stupid kids.
>And less men like you.

>>28114060
so uh, how will accident explain away a veery clear heart and kidney stab?

>>28114116
Naa, lets keep it. All sorts of shit happen in car crashes.
I'm sure it'll be fine.

>>28114116
But in a revised version I'll make Blue Blood address it.

And Anon will say it doesn't matter what the excuse is, so long as it's plausible.

It should really hammer home the point.

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>>28114060
Done for the night, don't worry about the thread, if it gets shit canned I'll repost it and continue it.

Probably not till Wednesday, but there's a small chance I'll continue Tuesday as it's the day before my final.

I'll even save the other dudes story too.


WE NEED MORE WRITEFAGS! WRITE SOME GREEN!

>>28113819
Thanks mang, I do it for you!

bamp.

>>28114289
Goodspeed m8

>>28106314
Would anybody here get pissy if I wrote a green with a different pony asking the question? I've got an idea in my head and I'm writing green.

>>28116077
Do it faggot

page 10

now, minus 9 and that equals the new page

>>28116077
Do it, green is good.

>>28116077
Do Octavia

>>28114060
I'm really liking this, this is a fun read.

Bop

>>28118597

It's dead, jim

boop

>>28114060
>"Would....would you really have raped me if you were paid to?"
"I do whatever the job calls for."
>"Wh-what if I paid you to?"

>>28120545
The plot thickens!

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>>28106314
i want to be a Princess too

>>28117993
Eh, I'll put aside what I've been working on for a comfy oneshot. Expect a day or two or maybe three, since me and my family moved into an apartment and we still need to get things settled.

>>28114060
Please continue

>>28121197
Wouldfuk/10

>>28122569

page 10

>>28125283

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>>28106314
I don't know why you guys keep bumping this thread, it's edgy and silly as all hell.

That being said I'll write a couple of posts tonight, and maybe some more.

I finished my summer so I have a few days of free time until I have to head back!

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>>28114060
>The journey back to Canterlot was uneventful.
>Simply following the same route in that you took out.
>By the time you made it back, the sun had begun to rise, just as your eyes met the Canterlot gates.
>Naturally you were weary from last night's events.
>Blue Blood would no doubt make it back to Canterlot a few hours or so after you.
>depending on when he decided to get off his ass.
>But he wasn't your concern.
>The reason being, the route to and from there was largely abandoned, it's precisely why you chose it for your venture.
>He'd have to have to be an idiot to get lost, and an even bigger pussy to perish on his way back.
>You move in past the gates, which were almost always open for some odd reason.
>And are greeted with the hustle and bustle of the early morning commute.
>The city itself was massive, every block filled with stores and businesses, many of which had their owner's homes stacked atop of them.
>Buildings hugged each other closely and made long walls from street corner to street corner.
>The placement of these buildings felt largely random.
>It was as if Canterlot grew over time, and rather than carefully planning it's growth, simply built around itself.
>The streets winded from one end to another, often leading to dead ends.
>Straight roads were rare, and streets that went on for any sizable distance without intersections or sharp turns, were even rarer.
>These people, were not very efficient at city planning. At least not compared to humans.
>You reckoned this was because the harsh city planning methods of gentrification as well as the buying out of desperate tenants and businesses, to both destory, and build over them for a more ergonomic design, were not as common to these ponies as they were for humans.
>In short, they seemed to truly value you one another's lively hood and heritage, more than valuing efficiency.
>At least on the surface.
>As you had proven in this night alone, that they are not too unlike humans.

>>28126421
hey guys, CRAWLING IN MY SKIN anon is back
I gotta say, I appreciate green, but if someone tried to condense Lincoln park into a jumble of text, this would be it.

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>>28126598
As the author of this shitfest I'll have you know.

That, that is a very true statement, and it's only going to get edgier.

>>28126611
If you need mood music, try this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uOVdNpdhSiQ&list=PLrZXNvfLugsRdE3fLpx5aAhPzf_dx8Sut&index=20
Also, I am somewhat concerned that the most patriotic person on this board also seems like the kinda guy that would kick children for fun, but of well I guess

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>>28126642
Actually the music that's i've based the story on has been these songs.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FEChHvs0uPw

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=75q3TviEL0w

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B9T2hcl9C2s

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=is83WB7Ue1Y

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pw-0pbY9JeU

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4B6E0mijV5A


Later I plan on incorporating songs like these into Anon's character.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p-6vCUMmnuo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2GDNEtYnqaE


You fucking started the music conversation, sir. That's what Anon's Characters based on.

>>28126642
Linkin park would produce a fedora wearing m'lady Anon.

So in order to get the edge going i'm using teen angst.

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>>28126421
>As you make your way through the city
>The sounds of foals crying, and neighbors exchanging morning pleasantries filled your ears.
>Peagusi flew through the sky and the more grounded of their kind rode carts, walked, scurried, or even ran.
>Depending on their eagerness to start the day's labor.
>Oh sure there was the occasional jogger, but the general busyness of the streets, in this early hour, would see you easily dismiss this in favor for of a more lively sight.
>Shop keepers had begun to open their doors, changing their store signs from closed to open
>And the smell of the many bakers fresh pastries filled the air from street corner to street corner.
>Just as the restaurateurs rich mixtures of spices and herbs, battled for supremacy over the nostrils of Canterlots inhabitants.
>The city was very much alive, and as beautiful as any human city you'd ever lived in before.
>The streets, clean from litter.
>Old stallions as well as mares, could be seen dusting off their porches with brooms or beating their carpets of dust.
>Even the children of these odd creatures, were running with their friends and classmates, more eager than any human child you've ever seen to get to School.
>Although, their educational system was a joke.
>This is coming though, from a man who's entire livelihood, is based on the inherent faults of others.
>You quickly dismiss the thought and continue on your way.
>Your way back to your current living quarters.
>Home for you was not really a home, but rather a cheap hotel or...tavern inn as the locals called it.
>You never saw the point in owning a home.
>It just tied you down, and make you an easy target.
>You'd rather opt to pack light, keeping only the tools you need and replacing and disposing of clothes or evidence that may incriminate you.
>Your long journey had inevitably come to an end.
>You'd made it home, the shamrock tavern.
>Canterlots most mediocre inn.

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>>28126642
>Also, I am somewhat concerned that the most patriotic person on this board also seems like the kinda guy that would kick children for fun, but of well I guess

That's right nigga!
I spend my time lifting weights!
Studying Engineering!
Getting Pussy!
And cleaning my home.....

I mean I'm a hardcore fucker huh?

I lied about the pussy. I only get one, regularly.

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>>28126896
>Yes, the shamrock Inn.
>This was home to you.
>A very plan two story, white tavern, as the only thing that appears to be planned in this city, was the color pallet.
>This boring little hovel only had 10-12 rooms at any given time.
>All lined back to back in a long wooden hallway on it's second floor.
>The rooms were equally cramped and shabby.
>Consisting of one small closet, one coffee table and chair, one bed,
>And a small bathtub that lay hidden just under the bed.
>All in one room.
>Water was not free here and costed 10 bits for enough warm water to fill the tub.
>The bathrooms here were communal, and were on the first floor. This too costed 2 bits to use.
>If it's interior did anything to describe the exterior is that it was crappy.
>As well as plain.
>If not for the green shamrock sign dangling in front of the always closed door of this Inn, you'd mistake it for another building.
>The tavern didn't have very many windows on the front either, save the small ones littering the second floors rooms.
>Not much else was worthy of note about it's exterior.
>You enter the tavern and are greeted to a rather empty bar, comprised of oaken chairs and several tables littered across the room.
>There was not much point to it, as the tavern didn't serve food just Alchohol.
>It's only other virtue being that it's rooms were cheap.
>The owner of this dive bar, or dive tavern was a carrot colored mare with a white mane.
>You'd never bothered to learn her name, and you weren't going to start today.
>She's cleaning out cups in preparation for the night.
>You toss a few bits on the barside table and head up to your room to pass out for the night on your unmade bed.

>The next day you are awake to a heavy weight on your chest.
>As your vision begins to clear you notice this weight has features and fur....
>"Goodmorning sleepy head! How's my favorite degenerate doing this morning?"
>Work....work never ends....

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>>28126896
>>28126421
SOO MUCH IMAGERY!!!

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>>28127354
I'm going to take a break and clean. I may continue posting more tonight as I have a long night anyways.

I don't have cable so...I'll pretty much keep posting until the ending of this ride.

>>28127476
Godspeed FreedomAnon

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>>28127354
Alright, a couple more pastes because I don't have cable.

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>>28127354
"About as well as you'd expect having a spook sit on your chest."
>"Oh come on Anon...you know like it."
>She snickered, as she grinded her rump on your chest.
>"I bet this is the most action you've seen all month huh?"
>She whispers as she caresses your face with her hoof.
"Enough!"
>You shouted as you toss her from the bed.
>sending her tumbling across the floor and landing squarely against the door with a rather loud thud.
>"Oh baby! I like the rough stuff too...."
> She cooed...
>Dusting yourself off you stand
"What is it you want?"
>"Do I have to have reason to visit my favorite guy?"
"You have to have good one to be breaking into my room."
>"Oh I do."
>She replied as she stood.
>"I'm just here to square up with you on behalf of...our mutual employer"
"I thought I told you people I prefer it to be transferred to my account."
>"Well I convinced our employer that you'd prefer to take a check instead this time."
>You sigh and rub your forehead.
"Fine, whatever, just give me the check get the hell out."
>"Uh, uh, uh!"
"What?"
>"There is some other business we have to square up on first."
"Bonney, I don't have time for you games right now, just pay me and leave."
>"Oh, I'll pay you alright...and if you're nice....maybe I'll give you a tip....or let you tip me..."
>She replied while fluttering her eyes at you.
>In response you glare at her, and say nothing.
>"Okay, okay..."
>She says waving her hoofs in the air.
>"but whatday say we discuss this over breakfast huh?"
>"Come on Anon, I'm buying!"
>She giggled as she poked at your stomach.
>"I know that's your weakness Anon!"
>"You love free stuff!"
"Everyone loves free stuff."
>"So you'll come with me on date then?"
"I'll have breakfast with you, not a date."
>"Whatever you have to call it stud."
>She giggled as she smacked you in the rear.
>Of all the people her highness could have sent....she sent this one....
>This particular nuisance

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>>28127930
Okay, now I have to clean up for sure.

bamp

>>28127930
I really have no clue how this story even came to be.
All I wanted to do was read green about dancing with rarity.
Instead it's turned into an edgefest.

How does this happen?

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>>28129612
Nice bumps Anons

>>28126611
Sick numbers m8

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>>28128512
I'm with you

>>28128512
Faggotry. Pure faggotry. IHope this thread gets deleted too.

>>28133760
I don't know if it should be deleted, but it needs a writer who actually writes a story related to the damn prompt

Bump for FreeAnon

>>28112394
Hey guys, I'm the anon who was writing this. I'm sorry to say that I won't be continuing it. Things are just too busy and I don't have the time; I just figured it'd be better to let you all know now rather than leave it up in the air.

>>28106314
bump

Bumping for murica.

Moo tooon piece of moooond i cant beat.

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FREEDOM~~~~!!!!!!!!!
THE SHITFEST CONTINUES!!!!!!!

I'm on a train ride, so I' have a couple hours

Seriously guys you should stop bumping this thread. I said I'd remake it when I was ready to continue.

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>>28127930
>Bon-Bon, or Bonney as you preferred.
> Was a silly thing. Always a little too friendly.
>You see these ponies have these tattoos on their asses called cutie marks.
>It's their destiny or something silly shit like that.
>Anyways, ideally whatever that tattoo of theirs is, is supposed to represent their special talent.
>Bonney's was a three mints. Why she worked for ESS, that is Equisterias Secret Service. was a mystery all in itself.
>Mints, are hardly leathal. She addressed this only once, in your many randevous with her, she said it was cause she was good at making candy.
>And that she only joined the ESS because candy was a very stable practice.
>Who'd have thought huh?
>Dismissing those thoughts, you have as she walked to you a local venue.
>You are seated with her outside.
>She'd been talking on the walk here but you largly ignored her, only nodding on occasion.
>She ordered, and you ordered.
"I always hated living here just based on the soul fact that it's all vegan."
>"It's not that bad Anon, I mean it's done wonders for your figure."
"Yea, wonders...you know I've actually gained wieght because of this new diet."
"Eating figs and berrys on the norm tends to be a little hard to digest."
>"I like curvy man though."
"Whatever....So what's the business you wanted to address?"
>"Well...."
>She said as she began to pass you a folder.
>"It's a bit complicated."
>You eye the minallia thing placed before you, and open it.
>Inside were tickets, your check for services rendered, and a list of ESS disclamers and contacts.
>"You see....turns out that list job you pulled....kind of backfired on you."
"Are you telling me the kid ratted out his Aunt?"
>"No...he well....kind of ratted you out."
>You sigh, placing your face into your hands.
>It was always something with ESS.
>"He well said he was mugged."
>"So you have that going for you!"
"Thrilling..."
"So what happens now..."
"I take these tickets and never make it to the destination?"
>"Well....normally yes."

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>>28138902
>She pauses for a moment noticing your distress.
>It was clear that you weren't having a good time.
>"You see Anon...this is why you shouldn't be so stingy with your johnson."
>"It would have only taken 30 seconds."
>"Snap a couple pics and say if he squealed you'd tell everyone he was a faggot."
>"You know that always works."
"He was just a kid Bonney...."
>"He's 24, I'm sure he's seen a cooter by now."
"There are some lines you don't cross...."
>She snickered
>"I didn't think we had morals all of sudden."
>"Well..."
>"There's no need to worry."
>"Cause your pal Bon Bon comes bearing good news!"
>"It seems that our employer has taken a liking to you."
>"So, she'd rather you move your practice to Manehatten."
>"Yup Anon, just seems like you're too good to let go."
"Stop it Bonney!"
>You shouted pounding your fist on the table.
"You think I'm stupid?"
>"A..Anon..."
"Fuck you, fuck her and fuck this kingdom!"
>You yell as you storm from the restaurant.
>This all was too convenient.
>She was lying and you know it.
>Bonney, just so happening to arrive in Canterlot.
>Blue Boy saying you mugged him.
>You've seen this happen to many times before.
>This had to be a clean up job.
>The fucker told Celly you were double dipping.
>He probably claimed the nobles sent you too.
>This is why you hated working for ESS.
>This is why most people in your profession didn't work with ESS.
>Well you weren't going out that way.
>You were getting out dodge.
>But first.
>You needed to drain your account.

>>28139159
>You sprint through the streets
>Mind racing, heart pounding.
>You didn't have much time.
>If this was really a setup.
>You'd made a rookie mistake.
>You should have kept your cool.
>You should have lied.
>Now Bonney knows your not taking the bait.


I'm gonna stop here and maybe continue more tonight. I'm getting off the train soon.

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>>28133853
>complaining about receiving precious green
write your own fucking story then, faggot

>>28133853
Than maybe you should write green.

>>28138902
>ct that it's all vegan."

So what does Anon do for B12 and heme iron?

>>28141766
Only gods