Age Difference General

Here's the story I made compiled in a pastebin

http://pastebin.com/ZDN7fdqu

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>page 7 for 9/11

This the one?

>>28169426
One what?

>>28168175
You forgot these

>A history lesson with Cheerille that turns very lewd, very slowly.
>A very insecure Rainbow Dash challenges you, the male coach of the soccer team, to a game of soccer. If she wins, you have to let her play on the boy's team. If you win, she'll do something unspecified for you.
>You find a teenage Scootaloo out on the streets, begging passerbys for spare change or food. You strike up a relationship with her after taking pity on her, and taking her out for ice cream
>In order to raise some cash for a fundraiser, you decide to auction yourself off as a male prostitute to the highest bidder. Right as you're about to be sold off to a mare, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon show up, and place a bid higher than all the others. You're carted off with them, wondering how exactly you're going to come out of this with a sound mind.
>Anon giving instructions to ponies on how to molest foals, maybe it's a mother/son, father/daughter, or what have you that turns into a hands on demonstration
>Anon is an edgy teenager who is adopted into a family with two perverted sisters

>>28171384
trixie please

>>28171384
Please do not sexualize the fillies.

>>28164814
Holy shit that was terrible.

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>>28170993
>Anon giving molesting instructions
That cracked me up for some reason.

"Everyone all settled?"
>Not a single peep
>Just eyes staring at you, waiting for their money's worth
>Or at least, the parents were
>The kids don't usually make eye contact after the first session
>You clear your throat, glancing at the circle of parent/child pairs sitting around you
>Of course, you weren't alone, either
"Everyone-"
>"My daughter has tennis practice afterwards, can you move on?"
>And now the crowd murmurs a bit
>Typical Canterlot elites and their busy schedules
>At least the money's good
"Alright, alright. I hope you all practiced what you learned last week."
>A general wave of nodding and agreements
"Anyone want to share?"
>A mother raises her hoof to your left
>And you give a nod for her to continue
>She pets her daughter on the head
>You can tell the little filly wants to move but she doesn't
>"My Moondancer is always studious, she picked it up amazingly fast."
>It's always gotta be a pissing match
>"Then why don't you show it if she's so good?"
"Hey, don't speak out of turn."
>"It's fine, I'll show you."
>She glances to her daughter
>Who instantly crumples and leans her head down
>Her mom's horn lights up, and a faint aura glows around her flanks
>You can see the fur and skin moving, being massaged by an invisible force
>The mother stands proudly, smiling
>Moondancer doesn't make a peep
>Usually they struggle or resist
>You're surprised at how quickly the pair is picking up
"Alright, alright, that's enough."
>You give an encouraging smile
>She doesn't stop
>You see the glow moving behind
>Closer and closer to her dock
"Miss, you should-"
>And Moondancer jumps up, eyes wide as soon as the aura touches her
>It fizzles away as her mom looks at her in shock
"-take it slowly."
>"I can't-"
"It's not her fault."
>"Yeah-"
"You have to take it slowly, let the fillies get used to it. One of the core principles."
>She steps back, noticeably more silent
>Beat
"Anyone else?"

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>>28174588
>No one seems to respond
>She probably lost some invisible social standing points or something
>You never really got used to it
"Then we move on, today, to more sensitive touching. You saw what happened if you rush it. I emphasize that you don't rush it."
>You glance around
"You want your foal to get used to your touch. If they resist, they're just going to get hurt."
>You wave a hand towards your loaner filly for the day
>Actually, she was your only loaner filly
>One of the poorer families, you think
"Everyone knows Twilight by now?"
>They all nod
>Twilight just stands there a bit silently
>Probably thinking of candy or something
>She's always transfixed on things like that
"Twilight, I want you to touch your dock."
>She perks up her head at your order
>Registering it as she soon takes a hoof behind her
>Reaching to touch herself
>Gently
>And only on the dock
"Does it feel weird?"
>She shakes her head
>"No."
"I want every child to start doing that, now. Let them get used to the feeling of it first. Let's go."
>And as soon as you let them, the noise rises a bit
>Parents instructing their foals
>Foals shrieking at the different sensation
>For some reason it was a sensitive spot for the foals
>Fillies, colts, it always seemed to happen
>You look down at your little filly
>Her hoof still gently resting on her dock
>Of course, it wasn't just to get the filly more used to it
>A byproduct was that the tail was naturally pulled aside
>And Twilight's small lips were revealed to you
>And of course, every child's was to their parent
>Evidence of that was in the erections some of the parents tried to hide
>And the scents starting to fill up the room
>It was always better when they saw the goal in front of them
"Is every child comfortable touching themselves?"
>No response
>Usually means yes, move on
"Now, it's the parents' turn. I want you to reach where your child's hoof is, and touch them. Slowly. If they move away, let them back into it."
>More shuffling noises

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>>28174597
>This time, the reactions of the fillies and colts are much more noticeable
>Some of them yell out, scream out, or just jump
>You get a few silent ones
>Of course, you also get a lot of parents yelling at their kids
>From your experience, you've learned not to interfere
>Parents will do what parents will
>You're here because of their money, no need to scare them off
>So you focus instead on your own toy for the session
>A filly from a struggling family
>Usually the best because they try so hard to make up for it
>She's, of course, used to it by now
>And she lets her hoof go while you grip her dock in your hands
>Your thumb gently stroking against her fur
>Turning it aside to keep that nice view
>You lick your lips
>It would be nice to just reach down
>Press your fingers in
>Spread her wide
>But not yet
>That's a few weeks down the road
>You've learned to stretch the lessons to minimize trauma
>And of course, maximize profit
>Luckily, you've offered private lessons for her mother in exchange
>"I think we're done."
>By we, he meant himself
>Always wanting to one up each other
"Yes, good job. Looks like you're the first."
>He beamed
>Just straight out
>A large grin, a puffed up chest
>They lap up compliments like their foals
>It doesn't take much longer, but soon the others start chiming in
>After second or third, much much less enthusiastically
"Alright, now that your foals are comfortable, I want them to let go, and I want you all to help yourself. Rub, stroke, play with their dock - but remember, only that."
>And so begins the chorus of breaths and pants
>First it starts with a few fillies
>Some colts
>And more and more join in
>It's hard to tell if it's a moan amidst all the shortness of breath
>Your trained little Twilight doesn't react, of course
>Not until you tell her to
>You give her a little squeeze
>Causing her to briefly glance up in your direction
>Her round, large eyes looking up into yours from below
>Sparkling in the light a bit

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>>28174614
>She glances down once more
>And raises her haunches a little higher
>Just for you
>You can't help but smile, reaching your thumb down a little lower
>There's warmth emanating from her
>Shame it's a little further down
>But you still have to keep an example
>Best not to get to handsy yet
"How's everyone doing?"
>Erections are full on out
>Mothers are leaking
>You can tell a few of them want desperately to assault their children
>Mount, thrust, prod, rape
>All sorts of things
>But you're here to make that as slow and costly as possible
"Remember to keep on the dock only for now."
>You glance around
>A few guilty looks here and there
>But you know they'd never actually do it
>Getting kicked from your class
>Hell, getting kicked from anywhere
>Was social suicide
"Alright, that's enough for now."
>You can feel the disappointment
>Just blasting at you
"Fillies and colts, I want you to turn around, now, and face your parents."
>Twilight underneath you obeys immediately
>Turning to face you
>Once again, her eyes are looking up at you
"And now, we're going to try a different spot, to prepare for some activities in the future."
>You take your fingers up, showing everyone
>And move it towards Twilight's mouth
>Opening them
>Tracing a finger around her lips
"I want you to prod at their mouth, let them get used to having something inside."
>A few cocks twitch
>Visibly
"And fillies, I want you to reach your tongue out, and lap at their hooves. Nothing to it, just gentle licking."
>You look down at Twilight
>Matching her gaze
>Her mouth opens a little bit
>Just barely
>And her tongue reaches out to reach your fingers
>Warm, smooth, wet
>She even flicks against you
"No touching outside the activity, please."
>You glance up
>Moondancer's mom steps back a little bit
>Straightening herself up
>And then acting like nothing's happened
>You let Twilight play with your fingers
>Wrapping her tongue around it
>Rolling around it
>You've taught her well
>Time for the rest of them

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>>28174618
"Alright, fillies and colts, I want you to start giving quick little flicks on your parents' hooves. Little ones. Try to make it fast. Like you're licking ice cream."
>You see some of the parents start to shudder at the anticipation
>Gentle little flicks
>Some of the children
>No, a lot of them
>Are pulling back and retching a bit
>But that's standard
>They'll have to get used to it
>You let it go on for a little while longer
>Getting your fingers fully covered in Twilight's warm saliva
>You wiggle your fingers
>Tickling her gums
>She doesn't mind
"Now, I want you, children, to close your lips tightly around your parents' hooves, and suck gently on it."
>Small steps
>Tiny steps
>But Twilight's lips closing around your fingers
>And suckling
>Making little suckling noises
>While those large eyes stare up at you
>Just drives your heart racing
>The fillies are soon suckling
>And you get back down to reality for a while to look around
>Parents are teetering
>On the edge, it seems
>Your rule of touching only what you've allowed seems to keep them on the leash here
>But you have no idea what happens when they go home
>Are all these fillies and colts raped on a daily basis?
>You'll never know
>They all seem well adjusted enough
"Parents, you may take your hooves out if you'd like. Next week, we're going to learn how we can use this wetness."
>As usual, no one stops
>Even Twilight keeps on going
"But as homework, I want you to practice touching the non-sexual sensitive parts. The horn, the wings, the, uhhh..."
>You glance around
>No Earth ponies
>Only one pegasus pair
"The horn. Try that. I want them used to your touch, I want them to treat your hooves like they were their own. And we'll move on."
>The parents start pulling their hooves out
"Lesson concluded."
>You smile at them
>And they thank you
>Very briefly
>Before hurriedly rushing out, carrying their children
>You turn towards Twilight, grinning
"Your mom comes in half an hour. Looks like we've some time."

>>28174632
Haven't written in months. Might continue tomorrow.

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>>28174637

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>>28174637
I always imagined that prompt as a bit darker, like Anon giving Hannibal Lecter-levels of manipulative coaching to make an adult pony give in to his/her perversions.
This was very entertaining though
And pretty hot~

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>>28174637
Please do anon, also do you have pastebin by any chance? You mentioned a hiatus from writing

>>28174260

>>28175859

I'm trapped. Someone get me out of here.

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>>28178471
There is no escape, Anon

>>28168203
Added to the main pastebin

wew page 10

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>>28174746
Dark? I can do dark. Sometimes. Maybe not this one though.

>>28175050
http://pastebin.com/u/auag

>>28180864
>AUAG

HE RETURNS!

Please tell me you'll continue the Teacher Twily green

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>>28181715
Wrong thread, fuck I'm tired.

>>28180864
Oh shit, that was you. Damn nigga you got range

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>>28181690
>remembered half a year after last update
I have plans to, yeah. Gonna get back into writing a little bit more before I continue. Maybe finish some of my other ones before diving in again.

>>28181732
Thanks, I try.

I have a few other unfinished fics that could fit here. One involving Anon drugging Flurry Heart. One involving Anon tutoring lewdly Flurry Heart. Anyone interested in those?

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>>28174632
>She stiffens a bit
>Not noticeably
>Just a flick of her tail, tightening of her legs
>And her flanks squeezing together a little bit
>You pull your fingers out of her mouth, with a little pop
>Her spit breaks as you move your fingers far away enough
>And she licks her bottom lip, cleaning herself
"Don't worry, I'm only going to make sure you've been doing your homework."
>Her eyes fixate on you
>You can never tell what's in her mind
>She could be brilliant for all you know
>She just never speaks too much to you
"Have you been practicing with mommy?"
>You give your fingers a swirl, telling her to turn around
>She nods in response, and slowly her hooves bring her back around
>Her rear faces you again
>She's not leaning forwards and raising her haunches quite yet
"Why don't you show me what you've been doing?"
>Her tail flicks aside
>A shiver runs down your spine as you see it again
>Her perfect virgin lips
>At least, according to her mom
"What did I say about communication?"
>"O-okay."
>Close enough for you
>You see one of her hooves reach down underneath her
>Her body naturally leans forwards
>Her legs naturally spread
>And her lips naturally follow
>Her hoof moves towards her little slit
>And she touches it
>You see the effect immediately
>The little jolt, the small jump
>The short, cute little gasp
>Her tail immediately pulls in a little bit
>Her legs squeeze together
"Ah-ah, tail."
>She grunts
>And her tail parts aside once more
>Her body's shivering a little bit
"How much have you been practicing?"
>"E-every night."
>Her hoof just lays still on her sensitive slit
>You move your dry hand forward, slowly reaching towards her hoof
>So much of you wants to just tear your fingers into her
>Ram them in, spread her wide
>Hear her gasps, her moans, her squeals
>But she doesn't seem quite ready yet
>Somehow you resist, only inching your hand closer

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>>28182029
"Have you been letting mommy help?"
>She nods
>You cough
>"Yes."
>Your hand's an inch away from her hoof
"You wouldn't lie to your teacher, would you?"
>"No."
>Her hoof lifts up a little bit
>She's not quite used to being touched quite yet
>But that's what you're here for
>You bring your hand forwards, pushing her hoof back onto her
>She gives a small gasp
"Have you been naughty, Twilight?"
>You give a smidgen of pressure
>Pressing her hoof onto her slit ever so gently
>Before you back off
>Your efforts bring her back arching and a grunt from her lips
"Because if you have been doing your homework, you shouldn't like this."
>You give another gentle press
>And ease off
>Her back arches, her body inches forwards, her neck straightens
"You should be a lot less sensitive and more used to it."
>"I-I know."
>You glance down at her hoof
>She's not quite yet mature enough to be leaking
>Or really, feeling much pleasure from this at all
>Asking her to rub herself would probably overload her mind
"Drop your hoof, Twilight."
>"Why?"
>Her head turns back
>The curious look on her face again
"I'm going to check something."
>"Wha-"
"Do it."
>You put your stern voice on
>Foals eat it up, they just listen
>She carefully moves her hoof off herself
>Bringing it forwards, and dropping it with a clop
>She starts breathing a little deeply, taking large breaths
>You reach out a hand, tapping her inner thigh
"Legs apart."
>She shuffles them apart, spreading herself even wider
>Her head faces you, eyes staring at your hands
>As you reach one forwards
>She squeaks
>Turning forwards and clenching her eyes shut
>As if it'd stop you

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>>28182043
>Your hand stays a few inches from her
>It feels warm, still
>Just so hot, you could warm your hands here
>You clench your hand into a fist, almost
>Your index finger is left out
>And you do the gentlest of prods on her slit
>She jumps
>Actually jumps
>A hop that brought her forward, almost crashing into a chair
>She straightens herself immediately, quickly turning around
>"Please-"
"Do you want me to tell her you tried to lie to me?"
>No answer
"It'd affect your grade, your mom's grade."
>No answer still
"Wouldn't want that, would we? Causing your mom to fail?"
>It's like you can see the gears churning in her heads
>Scenario after scenario
>Disappointment after disappointment
>"No.."
"Then get back here, I'm going to try to get you ready."
>She walks back to you, head looking forlorn
"Twilight, your mom really loves you."
>She silently turns around once more when she gets near
>Her tail automatically moves away
>And her legs automatically spread for you
"You want to make her happy, don't you?"
>You reach your hand forward again
>Her legs stiffen
>Her tail presses into herself
>Her eyes squint, close
>And you hear her holding her breath
>But you don't quite touch her yet
"I want to make her happy, too. This is for your mom, Twilight."
>You reach forwards
>And your index brushes against her slit once more
>She stiffles it this time
>Some moan, some gasp, whatever it was
>It looked like just a hiccup as she kept it down
>Her entire body's shaking, shivering at the simple touch
>But you hold yourself there
"She wants to love you. She can't do that if you keep running away."
>You don't mind when she doesn't answer
>She's a little occupied
"So tell me, honestly. Why haven't you been practicing?"
>It could've been a sob, a gasp, choking
>You don't really know what sound she made
>So you remove yourself, bringing your hand to her flank
>Gently rubbing, massaging
"It's okay, you can relax now."

Internet dying, will continue later.

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>>28182025
You don't easily forget the feels boner you gave me with that green.

>Anyone interested in those?
pic related

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>>28180864
Hmm, okay, maybe not THAT dark

>>28182025
>Interested
Niggersempai do you even have to ask?

hump

Hump

>>28168677
"he's just to peeve trying me off"

Yeah, anon is an asshole like that.

butt

8 page wump

>>28168175
I'm kinda bummed that you didn't use the hd template.

This thread used to be active, what happened?

>>28185372
Two of our writefags mysteriously died, one finished their story, and the others seem busy.

We're trying to merge with the Mature Mares thread to alleviate it somewhat

>>28185441
I just started working. Mostly I'm just not sure how to tackle the ending to auntie Luna. I know what is supposed to happen but actually writing it is proving difficult.

After that it's either auction to dt and spoon or cherrilee.

>>28185441
Alright, so Viral hasn't showed up for a while, the groupie one just kind of stopped, who else am I missing?

>>28186585
from what I remember, we had Viral, Jeff, Orange, Socks, Shitcity, and the rainbow mom guy. Viral has been gone since he went on vacation forever ago, Jeff has been writing in other threads and kinda stopped here, Orange is still going along, Socks has been having writer's block, Shitcity finished his only story, and rainbow mom guy is M.I.A. Never even had a namefag so maybe he's just not into the greentext thing

So would you guys be okay if we abandoned this thread where it is to make a merged thread with Mature Mares? What would we call it?

>>28187567
Little kids and old people general.

>>28187567
Age difference general

>>28187567
>>28181440

>>28187825
Yeah, that seems like the better name.

>>28187825
>>28188273
Description ≠ concision

>>28188343
Strike that, reverse it.

I say we only change it because it doesn't match board culture.

>>28188380
Considering it's been the name for like 23 threads, I'd say it'll fall under the grandfather clause at this point.

>>28188399
Chances are if we change it we'll get different people checking it out as if it were new. Besides there are other generals that have changed their names over time due to merges in topics/happenings in the show.

>>28188566
Well, as long as we don't go with something stupid like "Age is just a number".
No offense.

Old fillies general

>>28187567
>>28181440

>Age is just a Number

Still the best name I think
it has meaning for both the Mature thread and this one

>>28189354
What about "Age is not Important"?

>>28189395
eh. I feel like ">Age is just a Number" flows better.

I was also thinking about having an acronym for A.G.E
i just have no idea what a.g.e would stand for, the best i got is
A.
G.enerational
E.ncounter
and I KNOW that's shit.
any thought on other words to use or a different thread name altogether

It's "Age ain't nothin but a number". You guys make it sound so white lmao

>>28186911
I plan to write for mature mares, since horse milf/ Cougars seem to be my best subject

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>>28189420
>>28189423
Age is just a number/Age ain't nuttin but a number sounds fine

>>28189428
Ditto

Well the Mature Mares thread is also about to hit its thread limit, so expect either a new thread or a migration over here until the new title kicks in

Is non-sexual okay in here?

>>28189868
Don't see why not
Go right ahead

>>28168175
Can someone shoop this into the op next to Aj for me?

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>>28190577
Forgot image

>>28189868
Yep, we appreciate that kind of stuff too

>>28189354
I think it sounds good too. Mature Mares thread hasn't had many suggestions other than that, so I think they're okay with it.

page 9

>>28191376
hello page 9 my old friend

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>ywn not understand what's being taught in Ms. Cheerilee's Advanced English class
>ywn ask for extra tutoring after school from her
>ywn learn more about her past and how she was wild in her younger years
>ywn find out that she hasn't had a real relationship in years
>ywn have to go to her house for tutoring because the school is being closed for maintenance.
>ywn be asked to stay for dinner
>ywn fall asleep next to her on the couch, after eating, while watching a movie
>ywn wake up in an embrace with your English teacher and realize you want to do this everyday

What's the point in even living?

>>28182088
did you write a story about anon getting flurry heart drunk and then molesting her?

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>>28192455
>You will never lose your virginity to Ms. Cheerilee while she is wearing her cheerleader outfit when she was your age
>You will never marry your English teacher at 18 despite her being 13 years older than you after having a 3 year affair during school.
>She will never help you going through college.
>She will never ask you to give her children when you're 19.

>>28192455
>>28192858
Why live, but why math class?

She'd probably make a better English or science teacher. Better yet she could give you extra credit in "anatomy."

>>28192900
It's English. Did you read it?

>>28192858
Ya know, I thought about adding the lines
>you will never find out that teaching kids all day has made her want some of her own
>she will never ask you to be the one to fulfill this lifelong dream of hers
to that first one but figured someone would mistake it for a pregnancy fetish, instead of just a comfy/lewd line, and get butthurt.

>>28192592
Yeah. I still have it. How'd you know?

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>>28192950
Swear on my Australian mother I read both posts and must of had another subject in my head, apologies.

Anyhow guess MMT and ADG are merging by next thread so pretty excited for that since more content will most likely come of it. As for this thread are there any sort of drawfriends to accompany it? We had one awhile back who also wrote but is kill now.

b u m p

boop milf snoot

I updated the Pastebin, in case anyone wants to read the story from the beginning.
http://pastebin.com/m2FUgh9c

>>28189868
As far as I know, it's fine.

>>28189868
I fucking love not fucking little kids.

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>>28195437

>>28197868

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>>28186911
>rainbow mom
why did you have to remind me

fucking rainbow mom come bacl

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Apperetly MMT is moving here for the time being.

I'm genuinely concerned about your thoughts on that.

Regardless, here's something I was working on there.

http://pastebin.com/q26vNYxh

Keep in mind it's not complete yet.

>>28189868
fuck off

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>>28199304
It's fine by us. We like milfs as much as fillies. Most of our discussion on the merge happened last thread

Added your story to the main pastebin

>>28199304
>Concerned
Mate, most of us agreed to let you lot stay here. Quit worrying.

>>28199355
I think we should call the new hybrid general

"age is just a number" like some other guys suggested earlier

>>28199304
The more the merrier. Not like it's the first time we've merged with another thread.
Welcome to the party, friend! Hope you'll enjoy it here!

>>28199376
There's been no other suggestions that I know of, and everyone seems more or less okay with it, so it sounds fine by me

>>28199406
jesus fucking shit can we PLEASE get some anon x whoever incest up in here or the new age is just a number general?

clearly anon's gonna be adopted but its fucking close enough

fuck

>>28199782
There's a few Anon-cest stories in the Pastebin.

>>28200243
stop
we need fresh green

>>28199782
>auntie Luna

>>28201537
>anthro

I couldn't think of a SFW story, so this is gonna be a NSFW thing.

>As Mayor Mare looked poured over the weekly report from the fire department, she couldn’t help but, once again, notice how hot it was today
>She wiped another river of sweat from her brow, and headed for the water cooler
>After downing several cups, she heads for the hallway and towards her receptionist
>”Ms. Rose, could you call Anon for me?” the older mare casually stated. “I have some files I need for him to file away for me.”
>”Right away Ms. Mare!” the spry pony responded
>As the red mare picked up her telephone, the mayor headed back into her office to do some last-minute review
>She sat back down in her moist chair inside the stuffy room, and pulled the report to the center of her desk
>With an audible “phew”, she quickly pushed the papers into an orderly position before lifting from the desk
>Her examination only seemed to last a few minutes, before Anon appeared at her door
“You rang?” he asked
>Normally the mare would correct an employee’s lack of professionalism, but for some reason she had a very casual relationship with Anon
>The man had only been working for her for a few months, but he had this air about him that made it incredibly easy to drop the titles
>”Yes I did Anon. I need you to file away the weekly report from the fire department.”
“Can do.”
>He took the files as she offered them, and gave them his own quick look-over
“I’ll get on it right away Ms. Mayor,” Anon commented on with a smile
>”Thank you Anon. That’ll be all for now.”
>The green man tugged on the shirt of his collar twice before heading for the door
“Phew…” he breathed, right at the room’s exit. “How are you not burning up in here?”
>”Am I really holding up that well?” the mare joked. “I’m still trying to find a spot on my chair that isn’t moist.”
>Anon tried, and failed, to suppress an immature chuckle

>>28199782
Got a pony you wanna see incest-fucked?

>>28202266
dont care

just PLOX

dont make it anthro
and make sure that the protaganist is anon

and not horseanon either


Personal preference is a mother figure
But I will happily accept any form of incest

obviously it wont be biological incest because thats not how things work but basically for all intents and purposes they view eachother as relatives anyways

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>>28202266
also here's an idea run with it if you want modify it or go for something else

basically adoptive mother
eventually notices her son getting all horny and shit
starts getting into social and legal trouble in his efforts to get laid
she reluctantly starts having sex with him to keep him out of trouble

>>28202433
Link to full image please?

>>28203722
https://derpibooru.org/1228930?scope=scpea89bfd6bf4963ec6679c97a7f11bf83422a05f17

>>28145932
>Lunch was… surprisingly quiet.
>Either everyone was hungry as all hell, or the “not really talking about it” thing went much further than you thought.
>At least the food’s good.
>You’re not a particularly big fan of medium-rare steak, but hey, free food is free food.
>And at least whoever cooked this knows how to make a proper baked potato.
>Last time you ate one of these it had so much goddamned rosemary in it, it tasted like a greenhouse had a really kinky night with a tub of mustard in your mouth.
“So…” You ask, trying to get a conversation going.
>Applejack and Applebloom lift their heads to look at you, with Mac still looking down at his plate.
“I always wondered what you guys did when I was out delivering stuff.”
>”Y’mean, besides workin’?” Applejack says.
“Besides the obvious, Jack, yes. I’m just saying I could use some help at times, especially when I have to drive to more than one place.”
>”I could help!” Applebloom excitedly says.
>”Applebloom, you’re two years away from even gettin’ your learner’s license.”
>Applebloom looks at Applejack for a moment, before looking back down at her plate.
>”Yeah, that may be a problem, now that I think about it.”
“You can always ask Scootaloo to skate you everywhere.”
>Applebloom’s face lights up, and she brings her hand to her chin in thought.
“No.”
>”Aw, but if we—“
>”No.” Applejack adds.

>>28204173
>Applebloom looks at you, then to Applejack, before shrugging.
>”Guess I’ll stick with puttin’ stuff in boxes, then.” She says.
“I was gonna suggest that, but I figures you wouldn’t agree to it.”
>”Not like I have any other option, do I?”
>Well, she can stick to watching you work, that’s an option too.
“If you wait a couple years, you actually do.”
>Applebloom pauses for a second, before continuing her train of thought.
>”Are you even going to still work here in two years?”
“’Bloom, Of course I will, I like being with you guys.”
>Applebloom lets out a small chuckle at your response.
>”And then you give me crap for bein’ cheesy.”
“And yet, you’re not complaining about what I said, just the way I did.”
>”And why would I do that?”
>Applejack interjects between the two of you, cutting the moment short.
>”Alright, alright, cut that crap out, y’all gonna give me a cavity.”

>>28204179
Well, that was a lot shorter than I thought it'll be.
That's all I have for now, folks.

>>28201923
It's eqg. Or humanized.

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>>28204410
its shit

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So, I guess Mature Mares is merging here, so I'll be dropping some stories I wrote over there in here.

Sorry about seemingly dropping the Sweetie Belle story after I promised I wouldn't. I just kinda felt a lot of comedic writer's block, and couldn't think of good jokes for the next part. But time away from the story has helped a lot, so it should be updating almost every day this week, assuming real life doesn't get in the way.

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>Why does anyone even go to amusement parks, much less on dates?
>Standing around in line, on blazing-hot asphalt, with nothing but overpriced soda to drink…
>It's the kind of thing that's just bound to bring out the worst in people, right?
>Such are your thoughts as you and your marefriend, Lightning Dust, make your way towards the next Ferris Wheel carriage
>Neither of you are speaking to each other much
>"Would you stop?"
"Stop what?"
>"Sitting on the railing like that. It looks weird."
"Uh… sorry?"
>"Whatever."
>The two of you advance in line a bit more, the ponies in front of you moving slowly as the carriages descend to the ground, and then empty
>Finally, the sun is beginning to set, though enough of its heat has already soaked into the pavement to leave the two of you sweltering
>Lightning wipes sweat from her forehead, scowling
>"I seriously don't see why you can't just act normal for once."
"Are we really gonna do this again?"
>"Apparently we have to, because apparently you never learn."
>You step up to the front of the line, and Lightning follows
>This late in the day, there aren't many ponies around, so at least it didn't take forever
>In fact, the two of you are actually the last ones in line, so you'll probably have the Ferris Wheel to yourselves for a while
>Great...
>A carriage descends to your level
"Never learn what? To not have fun? Well, Lightning, I'm so sorry."
>"Stop apologizing! You pull these embarrassing stunts every time we go out."
"Seriously? It's a park. There's games. I was playing the games."
>"Those are for kids! And you had the nerve to drag me along, and-- ugh."
>She shakes her head
>"Not cool, dude. I'm a Wonderbolt. You think it's good for my public image for a bunch of random ponies to see my coltfriend dragging me around to try and win a stuffed minotaur?"
>The carriage opens, and you step in

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>>28206826
"I wasn't aware that your public image was more important than me."
>Lightning doesn't follow you into the carriage
>"It's more important than a stupid stuffed minotaur!"
"Alright, Lightning! I'm sorry! I'm super sorry that I had a ton of fun and wanted you to join in! Man, aren't I shit? Here I thought that spending a cool day together was actually *more* important than… than…"
>Lightning leans her face into her hoof, groaning
>When you get angry enough, your language skills fail, and it always just seems to bother her more
>"Just calm down, okay? I don't feel like listening to another stutter-fest."
"Oh, right. Another awful thing I'm always doing. How dare I not speak Equestrian natively? It's almost like I'm not *from* here, or something…"
>"Stop. Just stop the tantrum now."
"It's not a tantrum! You've been giving me this bullshit all day. Why? I just wanted to have fun, and you treat me like I'm--"
>"Okay, no, that's it."
>Lighting turns her backside to you
>"I'm not listening to another tantrum. You can ride the stupid Ferris Wheel yourself. I'm going home. Enjoy your stuffed minotaur or whatever."
>Stunned, you can only gape for a moment as she stomps away, not even looking back
>For a moment, you're tempted to chase after her
>And then the anger hits
>Why do you let her treat you like this?
>She used to be so nice!
>Then she started to actually climb the ranks in the Wonderbolts, and now…
>It's like a completely different mare
>You fold your arms over your chest, slumping in your seat
>You'll ride the goddamn Ferris Wheel yourself, and you'll have a perfectly nice time doing it
>Lightning Dust can go sulk on her own, you're sure all her precious "fans" will think that's just *so* much cooler than a nice day with her boyfriend
>The Ferris Wheel operator, a scrawny pony with acne poking through the fur on his face, is just about to shut you inside the carriage when the sound of hoofsteps makes him stop

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>>28206859
>For a moment, you think it's Lightning coming back to apologize
>But instead, it's…
>"Excuse me, sir? The ride hasn't closed yet, right?"
>Is it really her?
>The operator pony answers, trying really hard to keep his voice from cracking
>"Oh, um… n-no, ma'am. But there's only one carriage left, and someone's already in it, if that's okay…"
>"Riding with a stranger? Hardly professional. I wouldn't want to impose on him, after all."
>The mare snorts, wrinkling her slightly-larger-than-average nose
>"I suppose… I could always do without a ride on the Ferris Wheel. Not a big deal, of course."
>She's just about to turn, before she actually catches sight of you
>The mare's eyebrows shoot up
>"Anonymous? My goodness, is that you?"
"Ms. Harshwhinny?"
>The mare blinks twice, then steps towards the carriage
>"Actually, sir, I believe I wouldn't mind joining this gentlecolt."
>"Oh… y-yeah! Okay!"
>He holds the door open for Harshwhinny as she steps inside the carriage
>It's barely big enough for you, but she squeezes comfortably onto the bench across from yours
>A small smile plays on her lips, but quickly disappears as she resumes her usual stern demeanor
>"Anonymous. It's very good to see you again."
"Yeah! You too, ma'am. How long has it been?"
>"You graduated my class eleven years ago, if I'm remembering correctly."
"Eleven years? Whoa."
>"Yes. It definitely doesn't feel like it."
>The operator shuts you in, and walks towards the ride's controls
>Harshwhinny adjusts herself in her seat, trying to resume a proper position
>"So, what brings you here today? Can't say I expected to run into you at a place like this."
"Marefriend."
>"I see. I hope you don't mind if I pry, but… where is she?"
"Left. We had a bit of an argument."
>Harshwhinny lowers her head

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>>28206881
>"I see. I'm very sorry."
"Nah, it's fine. She's just been under a lot of stress."
>"Ha. I know how she feels. Still, I hope the two of you work things out."
"Thanks, ma'am. What about you?"
>"Hm?"
"Why are you here? Wanted to check out that new roller-coaster with the two corkscrews? I think they called it the 'Double Rainboom' or something…"
>Harshwhinny's tiny smile returns
>"At my age? I'm pretty sure just one corkscrew would turn me into a puddle of goo in a sweater. And that name is…"
"Not the best."
>"To put it nicely."
>She brushes imaginary dirt from her suit collar
>"No, I'm here to watch the kids."
"Aw, you've got kids? How many?"
>"Hm? Oh, no. They're not mine."
>Ms. Harshwhinny clears her throat, glancing out of the carriage again as it slowly begins to rise
>The light from the setting sun seeps into the small space as you slowly lift above the treeline
>"I'm just babysitting for Mrs. Peachbottom. She's out of town with her husband, and I took her daughter and a friend. Of course, they tried to ditch me the second we got through the gate, so I've been left… well, mostly to myself."
>She shrugs
>"Not that I mind, of course. Keeping up with them has been difficult. But they seem like responsible little fillies, so I agreed to let them have a little time to themselves. And so… here I am."
"That's really nice of you, ma'am. They're lucky fillies."
>Ms. Harshwhinny chuckles, waving away your compliment
>"I'm sure they'd disagree. I've been, erm… helicoptering them a little, I'm afraid."
"Ha. Well, shoot what else are you gonna do with someone else's kids?"
>"Exactly! Oh, it's absolutely nerve-wracking. I have to be professional about it, right? So of course I want to keep the kids safe. But they don't understand, and they just want old Auntie Harsh to leave them alone, and--"
"They call you Auntie Harsh?"
>"Oh."
>Ms. Harshwhinny blushes

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>>28206970
>"Yes. Mrs. Peachbottom's doing, I'm sure. She's always bringing those kids around when she sees me."
"Ha. Well, I can imagine why."
>Again, Ms. Harshwhinny seems to be unable to process your compliment
>She falls silent for a moment
"So, Peachbottom's a misses now? Wow."
>"Well of course, Anonymous. It's been eleven years. What else would you expect?"
>You get the distinct impression you just said the wrong thing
>Ms. Harshwhinny is staring out the window now, watching the scenery below
>From up here, the ponies look like hundreds of tiny, colorful candies suddenly came to life and built themselves a tiny park
>The carriage reaches the highest point on the wheel, and then slowly begins its descent
"It actually feels like a long time, doesn't it?"
>"What do you mean?"
"Since the old Equestrian Language Academy days. I couldn't speak a word when I got here. You would always look at me like I was a wild animal."
>Ms. Harshwhinny looks relieved at the change of subject
>She scoffs, putting on an air of false indignation
>"I most certainly did not! I was just confused. I was still relatively new to teaching back then, of course. It was quite overwhelming for younger me."
"I'll say. When I first met you you almost ran away."
>"I didn't know what to expect! All of a sudden I was confronted with this strange creature--"
>She crosses a hoof over her mouth, mortified
>"Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean that."
>You, meanwhile, are laughing your ass off
"Ha! Strange creature? Are you sure I wasn't more of a ghastly beast? A horrific monster? And unusual specimen."
>Harshwhinny blushes, adjusting her scarf
>"Yes, well… mistakes in my vernacular aside, you were quite unusual a sight. And thinking I had to teach you, well, it was a fairly big challenge. So I went to get help. 'Running away' was never a part of the equation."
"Uh huh. Sure."

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>>28206826
Why are you reposting this

>>28207004
Better than random bumps? More content? Idk, if it's not cool I can stop.

>>28207042
GIMME GIMME FRESH GREEN
RRRRREEEEEEEEEEE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ERzPFCE7B0

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>>28207122
There's going to be fresh stuff at the end.

>>28206989
>You wink at her
>"It wasn't! I merely did the professional thing and went to inquire about assistance."
"Yeah, yeah. Just admit it. You were scared stiff of tiny kid me."
>"Psh. The only scary thing about you were your manners."
>"Okay, that's not my fault. Where I'm from, eating with your face is considered rude."
>Harshwhinny shudders
>"But hooves get so… dirty. How can one be expected to eat with them?"
>She glances at the bottoms of her own, and sticks out her tongue
"Well, those of us with opposable thumbs invented silverware."
>"Oh, you and your thumbs. Remember how you'd try and show off for the other students?"
"Ha, yeah. I was shameless."
>"You were the world's smuggest ten-year-old, that's for sure. I used to worry those kids were going to assault you."
"I was like four times bigger than most of them!"
>"Still. Don't underestimate the fighting ability of a feisty foal. Babysitting has taught me that much…"
>She shudders at the memories
>The carriage begins to ascend again, swooping past the operator's control panel
"I honestly have no idea how you handled us. We were the worst."
>"The worst? Oh, never. Far from it. I've had students that made you look like an angel."
"Really? How'd you survive."
>"That's a good question."
"Ha. Well… I dunno. In all honesty, you were an amazing teacher. Those really were some good days."
>"Indeed."
"I kinda wished I'd, you know, cherished them a little more. Never thought they'd actually end, really. It just felt like we'd be in that room forever, learning verb conjugations."
>"We almost were. Your grammar was always absolutely atrocious."

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>>28207194
"That bad? I mean, your language isn't exactly the easiest."
>"True, true. I'll concede that. Still, you've improved a lot."
"Thanks to you, mostly."
>You cross your legs, fingers fidgeting in your lap
"If it weren't for you, I'd probably have given up on the language completely. Would've spent the rest of my life grunting like an animal or something."
>Harshwhinny lets out a tiny chuckle
>"Well, I'm quite happy to have civilized yet another savage."
"Seriously though, how did you put up with me? That time me and Minor Fifth wrote all those dumb love notes and left them in your desk…"
>"Yes. The pranks were… somewhat trying."
"Somewhat?"
>You shake your head
"I swear, you've got the patience of a saint."
>Harshwhinny blushes again
>"Anonymous, you're far too kind. I was an adequate teacher, and I'm glad for that."
"You were more than adequate, honestly. You were… you were great. You made me feel like my progress mattered. Like me learning Equestrian was important not just to me, but… but to you too. It made me feel really good."
>Harshwhinny seems unable to meet your eye
"You always pushed me, you helped me, you were kind, you stayed late to keep me company while I studied, that's more than just adequate."
>You let out a tiny chuckle
"If I'm being completely honest, I actually used to have this *huge* crush on you, back then."
>Just then, the Ferris Wheel grinds to a halt, with your carriage at its peak

>Harshwhinny just stares at you for a split-second
>Then she throws her head back, momentarily losing control as her stiff demeanor dissolves into a fit of laughter
>"Anonymous! You had me going there for a moment."
>She dabs at the corner of her eye with the end of her scarf
>"I guess your love of ridiculous little jokes hasn't ended, has it?"
"It's not a joke! I was head-over-heels!"

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>>28207216
>"Yes, Anonymous, sure, and my mother's a minotaur. "
>Harshwhinny narrows her eyes, grinning
"No, I'm serious! I mean, come on. I was ten, I was lonely, and all of a sudden this gorgeous mare--"
>Harshwhinny snorts, laughing even harder
>"Gorgeous? Anonymous, there's laying it on thick, and then there's pouring out proverbial concrete."
"You really think I'm making that up? I mean, come on. You were… I mean…"
>The awkwardness of this entire conversation is starting to catch up to you
>Harshwhinny wipes at her eyes again, shaking her head
>"Please, Anonymous. I always appreciated your jokes, but you'll have to try a little harder than that."
"Yeah, yeah. It's still not a joke."
>"Oh? So little you just happened to be smitten with a mare more than twice his age?"
"Yes! Is that really so hard to believe?"
>"Of course! I mean, come on, Anonymous. I can accept your praise of my teaching abilities, but if you really expect me to believe I was some sort of… of…"
"Attractive mare?"
>"I suppose that's one way to put it."
"I don't know. I mean, think of how I felt. Didn't know anyone, surrounded by all this place's weirdness, couldn't understand a word anyone said…"
>You lean against the back of the carriage
"…and then I get paired up with this mare who's kind to me, who looks after me, who helps me learn to talk, and who's super, super pretty in a way my dumb little brain is just starting to understand. And now I'm around her every day, listening to her voice, talking to her, sometimes even making her smile…"
>You trail off, realizing you've probably said more than enough
"I mean, damn. There's no way I was the only one."
>Harshwhinny's face is unreadable for a moment
>She quickly returns to her incredulity, but it feels a little forced, now
>"I still don't believe you were 'one' at all! You seriously expect me to believe I had an entire classroom of infatuated colts?"

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>>28207244
"I dunno. I mean, with the way you looked, and being this caring, loving female presence in all of our rambunctious wayward lives… hell, you probably gave half your students lifelong complexes."
>"I most certainly did not! My students did not have crushes on me, Anonymous. You're ridiculous. I may have twice as many legs as you, but that won't make them any easier to pull."
>You shrug
"I'm not pulling anything. You remember those notes?"
>"How could I forget? You left me dozens. The ones claiming they were from 'Princess Celestia's Rad Brother' were particularly interesting."
"Ha! Man, I was a funny kid."
>"Yes. Or at least, you were definitely sure you were…"
"Hey, you laughed plenty!"
>"Yes, yes I did. Though, I wasn't always laughing at your *jokes*, per se…"
"Oh, yes you were. But no, the notes… you remember the first one?"
>Harshwhinny wrinkles her snout, thinking
>"Vaguely. It was some sort of cheesy 'secret admirer' speech you'd cooked up, right?"
"Yep, that's the one. I think I said something about your mane looking like spun gold?"
>"Ha! That's right. Oh, Celestia, I'd forgotten all about that. Even without that little piece of, erm, 'genius,' it still wouldn't have been terribly believable."
"Yeah, I bet not. But I actually didn't mean for it to be a joke."
>"Ha, what? Anonymous, come on. You didn't get me the first time, you definitely wont now."
"No, really. I told you, ma'am. I was completely lovesick, and I didn't know what to do. So I wrote you that stupid note. Took me all night; probably went through a half a dozen drafts. And when Minor Fifth caught me leaving it on your desk, I told her it was just a prank. And then she wanted in."
>Harshwhinny is silent
"So, yeah. The next ones were dumb on purpose. But that first one was me pouring out my little ten-year-old heart."
>"Anonymous, that's…"
>She scoffs
>"Absolutely ridiculous! Y-you almost had me going again!"
>You just stare at her

>>28206826
>>28206859
stupid fucking stancy cunt

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>>28207268
>"Stop that! Seriously, I'm nowhere near as gullible as you seem to think I am. There's no way anyone, much less one of my students, would feel that way about me. Completely ridiculous!"
"Not anyone?"
>"No! Not anyone!"
>Ms. Harshwhinny realizes what she just said a moment too late, and crosses a hoof over her mouth
>"I meant… you know… never mind. Can we change the topic?"
>You sigh
"Alright, ma'am. My apologies."
>"It's quite alright. I… I suppose I gave away a bit more than I should have, didn't I?"
"Maybe. I wouldn't want to read too much into your life, though. I respect you too much for that."
>Harshwhinny hangs her head
"Ma'am? Are you okay?"
>She nods, straightening back up
>"Of course. Quite alright. Just…"
"I'm sorry if I said anything wrong."
>"No, that's not it. I just can't help but wonder why you're doing this."
"Doing what?"
>"Being so…"
>She grimaces, trying to find the right words
>"Ugh. It's just, I've never received accolades like this from any other student. I've gotten plenty of thanks, sure. But always as a formality, as is expected. You're supposed to thank me for what I've taught you, not talk about… me. It's just strange, I suppose."
"Sorry, ma'am."
>"No!"
>Harshwhinny nearly falls out of her seat
>"Don't apologize! I don't mean to make it sound like a bad thing. I guess I'm just a little thrown off by it. And the joke earlier too. It's just a little more than I'm used to."
"It… wasn't a joke, ma'am."
>Harshwhinny sighs, looking out over the park as the last of the sun sinks below the horizon, leaving the colorful rides and booths shrouded in grayish evening light
>"I know. But... I'd rather continue pretending it is."
"Why?"
>"Because otherwise I might start feeling things I'm not prepared to deal with, Anonymous. I'm sorry."
>The Ferris Wheel stutters slightly, but doesn't begin to move again

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>>28207292
"No, you're fine. I shouldn't have brought it up. My mistake."
>"You had every right to. In a way, I really am glad I was able to leave such an impact on you."
"It wasn't just me, I promise."
>Harshwhinny sighs
>"I suppose."
"Ma'am? Did something happen?"
>"Nothing bad. I was promoted, about three years after you left."
"Oh, that's great! Definitely well-deserved, in my opinion."
>A small, sad smile touches Harshwhinny's lips
>"Yes, well… I suppose. They made me assistant superintendent of the entire academy."
>You whistle
"That's pretty impressive."
>"It is. And I'm quite thankful for the confidence they've shown in my abilities. And, quite frankly, I like to think I've met their expectations. The past few years have seen the academy expanding enrollment, we've won awards, and we're even hosting foreign diplomats."
>She shrugs
>"Fairly impressive, I suppose."
"You suppose? That's incredible, ma'am."
>"Perhaps. I mean, it has been quite successful. But, well… I miss the way things used to be, in a way. I miss teaching. I miss spending my afternoons with you and your friends, I miss watching you all grow… I miss the connections. Everyone's always so impressed by my abilities, but I feel like I've let myself turn into just some managerial robot. I guess I miss just... feeling like a part of another pony's life."
>Finally, the Ferris Wheel starts to move again, and your carriage slowly descends towards the ground
>"Watching Mrs. Peachbottom's foals has been nice, but… it's not enough. I'm worried this is going to be the rest of my life. Living alone, working alone, crunching numbers for the school while other teachers actually get to know the children…"
>Harshwhinny folds her hooves together in her lap, sighing

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>>28207349
>"It's just… not what I wanted, I suppose. I'm truly glad to be able to provide a service to the academy..."
>She tugs her jacket tighter around herself as a slightly-chilly evening breeze wafts through the carriage
>"…but I wish I could feel a bit more happy about it.

>A moment of silence descends over the carriage as it slowly comes to a halt, this time at the bottom of the wheel
>The operator opens the door, and you step out
>Ms. Harshwhinny hesitates for a moment, staring out at the darkening trees
>Then she steps out behind you, and the two of you walk in silence out of the ride
"I'm sorry, ma'am."
>"What for?"
"For… well, I don't know."
>"Anonymous, you're the last one who needs to assume any responsibility for this. I shouldn't have brought such dour topics up."
"No, I meant… I'm sorry your life hasn't turned out the way you wanted. You deserve better."
>Ms. Harshwhinny looks genuinely taken aback, but only for half a second
>She was never one to be at a loss for words, you remember
>"Oh, yes, of course. Well, my own idiot self decided to dedicate everything to meaningless success, and… well, I'm reaping the benefits. If anything, I should be thanking you."
"Why?"
>"Well, for tonight, I guess. I haven't felt that way in a long time."
"I haven't been stuck in a carousel in a while either."
>You give her a small, wry smile, and she swats at your leg with her tail
>"Not that. You know what I mean."
"I think I do. But I wouldn't mind hearing it."
>"Oh, please. You've listened to enough of my rambling."
"Honestly, no I haven't. I missed your rambling a lot."
>Together, the two of you begin to make your way back into the main body of the park
>All around you, the rides are empty and still now, readying to close down for the night
>Aside from a few stragglers -- mostly teenagers -- the place is almost entirely empty
"Remember that stupid joke you used to tell, about the talking Breezy?"
>Harshwhinny groans

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>>28207370
>"Don't remind me. I've seen funerals with more laughter than that joke would get."
"I loved it."
>"Y-yes, well… you're different."
"You can say that again."
>"I mean more than just the 'human' thing."
"I'm also a lot taller, I guess."
>"Anonymous, I swear to Celestia…"
>She shakes her head, trying to hide the fact that she's also smiling
>"It's like you want to force me to explain everything I say?"
"Well, you *are* a teacher."
>Harshwhinny scoffs
>"If you insist. But I know you know what I mean."
"I do. But I'd like to hear you say it."
>"Because my rambling is just that enjoyable to you?"
>She bumps your leg with her hip
"I mean, it's better than most of what I have to listen to."
>Better than being chewed out by Lightning Dust, you mean
>You can't quite tell if Harshwhinny catches your implication
>She probably does, clever mare that she is, but she's just not willing to let on
>"Ugh. If you insist."
>She stops by one of the water fountains, taking a long, lazy sip of water
>A thin line of water runs down her muzzle, dampening the fur around her mouth
"Come on, don't stall."
>She glares at you
>"I am not stalling. I'm preparing myself. This isn't something I've had to say to someone else before, and I don't want to mince words."
>She clears her throat
>"It was extremely kind of you to inform me of your feelings. Even though I'm quite sure that they've… ahem, well, definitely faded within the last decade, it is still somewhat uplifting to hear that, at some point in my life… someone looked up to me. And maybe had a tiny bit of a crush on me."
>Even in the evening's shroud, you can tell she's blushing
>"So thank you. It's not the kind of thing I ever expected to feel. And it's been quite enjoyable."

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>>28207402
"Ma'am--"
>"Please, Anonymous. I'm not your teacher anymore."
>She says the words as if just realizing them herself
>"You can call me Harshwhinny."
"Harshwhinny…"
>Saying her name with no title feels… uncanny, somehow
"Are you doing anything after this?"
>"Doing anything after this? Anonymous, a less professional mare could very well think you were asking her on a date."
"Would a very professional mare think that too?"
>Harshwhinny fakes a cough
>"Well, you know, a very professional mare would probably remind you she has foals she needs to be watching."
"And when a very professional mare took her foals back to their mom?"
>Harshwhinny's ear flicks as she begins to grow flustered
>"A very professional mare might be worried about your marefriend."
"Then I'd tell that very professional mare that it doesn't have to be a date. Just a student who's afraid that, if his favorite teacher leaves right now, he might not get another chance to see her. And maybe he just wants a few more hours with her before that happens."
>Harshwhinny's mouth works wordlessly for a moment
>"Then… a very professional mare might mention she knows a little pub called Geraldine's, just a short walk from here. It's not the fanciest place, of course. But she'd hope you wouldn't mind."
"I'd be pretty down for that, actually. When would I meet a professional mare there?"
>"Twenty minutes. No more."
"Sold. I, uh, hope I'll see a very professional mare there real soon."
>Harshwhinny puffs out her chest
>"I can assure you that you will. I am-- I mean, professional mares are never, *ever* late."

And that's the story so far. Will be dumping the newest parts in about an hour.

>>28205819
I know the feeling, it's happened to me a few times. I'm glad to hear you can keep it going!

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>>28208446
I'm really glad you're excited, Anon. I've been brainstorming a ton for the next part, and I think I'll be able to deliver on some of the best updates for this story yet. A good chunk of it will be crazy hijinks, like normal, but there's also going to be some more Anon x Sweetie romance.

And, eventually, popping her cherry...

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Alright, and now for actual new green.

>>28207471
>Twenty minutes later, you're seated by yourself at a booth in the back corner of Geraldine's, slowly munching your way through a plate of hay-fries
>Which, surprisingly, are actually really tasty, even if they taste like someone dipped the Pumpkin Patch in garlic salt
>The door jingles when it opens, and Ms. Harshwhinny looks around for a few moments before she spots you
>You wave her over, and she run to your booth
>"Evening, Anonymous."
"Ma'am."
>"Would it be alright if I joined you?"
"Oh, well, I'll have to think about that for a moment…"
>Harshwhinny smiles, her ears flicking
>However, instead of climbing into the seat across from you, she lays a hoof on your own bench
>"Is this alright? I know it's not common, but…"
>Is she blushing?
>You swear you can see her blushing
"No, it's perfectly fine. I'll scoot over a bit--"
>"No!"
>She's definitely blushing now, and tries to cover her outburst with a cough
>"I mean, well, there's no need. I'm perfectly fine with a little proximity."
>She climbs right up next to you, despite there hardly being room for her on the bench
>As such, she's requires to sit pressed up against you, so close you can feel her body heat through her silky fur
>It's… actually really sensual
>For a moment, you forget there's half a french fry in your mouth, until you realize Ms. Harshwhinny is staring at it
>You quickly swallow
"So, how were Ms. Peachbottom's foals?"
>Harshwhinny smiles, though she glances away as she does so
>"They're a treasure, as always. Made me promise them I'd take them to the park next week."
"Aww…"
>"Mhm. Seeing how much they avoid me when I take them out, it's a mystery why they're so attached."
"It's no mystery. Even if you're not *around*, you're still a cool mare to know."
>Harshwhinny leans her head on her hoof

>>28205819
>TFW no QT freshman marshmallow gf.

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>>28209287
>"Is this going to be our entire night? You throwing compliments at me?"
"It's fun to watch you squirm."
>"You're an incorrigible tease, you know that? I have no idea how I put up with you for as long as I did."
"Me neither. But man, am I glad you did."
>Harshwhinny sighs
>"We're still talking about the old days?"
"Why not? They were amazing."
>"I know. But it…"
"It what?"
>"It hurts a little bit. Knowing I won't get them back."
"Why says you won't? You're still at the academy, right?"
>"Yes, but--"
"If you don't like your job, ask them to change it. Let you tutor."
>"That'd be so unprofessional, though, trying to alter my job duties."
"What's unprofessional about wanting to work in a way that makes you happy?"
>"Because my happiness comes second to the good of the academy, Anonymous. That's the cornerstone of a professional attitude."
"Ma'am, with all due respect, that's bullshit."
>Harshwhinny scoffs, whacking your shoulder with her hoof
>"Language!"
>For a moment, you could swear the two of you were back in the classroom
>Harshwhinny seems to realize it, and this huge grin spreads across her face
>"Sorry. Old habits."
"By all means, please continue. I love this side of you."
>"Anonymous, is there anything that you won't turn into some sappy compliment?"
"Probably not. Are you complaining?"
>"Well… I suppose not."
>She fidgets with the drink menu
>"It's a lot to get used to. I think I've heard more nice things from you in the past two hours than in my…"
"In your what?"
>"Nothing. Just me being a buzzkill. Oh, wow, they have cider here…"
>She makes a big show of reading the drink menu

>>28168175
>Ms. Peachbottom will never be the southern belle mature woman from next door.

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>>28209314
>When the waitress comes by, Harshwhinny orders cider for both of you
>You try to get her to let you pay for yours, but she refuses
>"I have plenty of money, Anonymous. I can afford to blow some on a… a good friend."
>When the drink arrive, she takes a long sip of hers, and her ears immediately perk up
>"This is delicious!"
"Of course it is. Haven't you had Ponyville-brand Cider before?"
>"I'm not much of one for alcohol. I haven't had any since… well, my thirtieth birthday, I guess."
"Oh, boy…"
>"What?"
"Nothing. This stuff is a little strong, though, so be careful."
>"Anonymous, you know who you're talking to. I am nothing but careful."
>Harshwhinny takes another long sip
>When she sets the mug down, a splotch of foam is left on her muzzle
>She looks around for napkins, but finds none
"Here. Let me get that."
>You reach your hand up to wipe the foam away
>And then it hits you just how close she is, squeezed so tight up against you that she's practically hugging you
>Harshwhinny is soft, warm, and cozy, and now you're cupping your cheek
>She feels it to, and the two of you lock eyes for one confused second
>And then you both go back to your drinks, pretending nothing happened
>Harshwhinny fidgets with her hooves, pawing at her cheek like a cat to make sure all the foam is gone
"You know…"
>"Hm?"
>Ms. Harshwhinny looks a little loopy, and you notice that half her mug is drained
"What I said earlier. About working in a way that makes you happy."
>"Oh, that. Anonymous, I told you. I'm a *professional* mare. I don't work for happiness, I work for results. That's why I'm so good at what I do."
"Sure. But, you don't seem happy."
>"So? There's no law written that says 'Ms. Harshwhinny must be happy at all times.'"
"Why would there need to be?"

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>>28209350
>"Excuse me?"
"Why would you ever *need* to be happy?"
>"I wouldn't. That's exactly my point."
"Agh. That's not what I mean."
>You take a long sip of your cider, trying to think of what to say next
"You don't need to be happy. But you deserve it, is my point. You're the best teacher I ever had. And… well, here goes, I'm gonna say something stupid again. You were my best friend back then."
>"Anonymous."
"Sorry, let me finish. I was a terrified kid, and you made Equestria seem like such a wonderful place. Everything about you is just so great, but you're miserable. And you don't deserve that. I… I want you to be happy, ma'am."
>Harshwhinny's face is unreadable
>She hangs her head, her slightly-larger-than-usual snout ending up in her mug
>"I'm sorry, Anonymous. But that's not the kind of mare I am."
>You sigh
"I guess. But, can you promise me you'll try at least?"
>"Try what?"
"If you really want to teach again, just ask. I guess I don't really know how the academy works, but… talk to someone. I'm sure they could use someone like you."
>"I'm not sure. It doesn't feel right?"
"To try and be happy?"
>"To put myself before the academy."
"You're not putting yourself before it. You're just taking care of you. A professional mare needs to stay in good spirits, right?"
>"I suppose. It just doesn't feel right."
"Can you trust me that it is?"
>Harshwhinny smiles
>"Alright, alright."
>She drains the last of her mug
>"I give up. If you really want me to, I'll talk to them about letting me teach again."
"Thank you, ma'am."
>Harshwhinny dribbles a little cider on her vest, but doesn't seem to notice
>She's too busy staring at you
>"Anonymous…"

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>>28209357
"Yes ma'am?"
>"Why are you doing this for me?
"What?"
>"All the compliments, the niceness, the advice… why do you care about me so much?"
"Because you cared about me. For a long time, you were the only one. And I'm never gonna forget that. And I'm not gonna forget you."
>Without realizing it, your arm ends up around Harshwhinny, hugging her
>Her eyes lock on yours
>Slowly, your heads begin to move together
>You can taste Harshwhinny's apple-scented breath and you feel the heat of it on your tongue
>Her lips are just centimeters from yours…
>"No."
"Wait."
>At the same time, the two of you stop, and move apart
>"Oh sweet Celestia, I'm so sorry, Anonymous. This isn't right. I'm dreadfully sorry. What am I doing?"
>She shakes her head, wiping sweat from her forehead with the end of her scarf
>"You have a marefriend. I'm so sorry."
"No, it's my fault. I just got… caught up in everything, I guess."
>"Right, of course."
>She stands, looking miserable
>"I think I need to go."
"Yeah. I should get back to Lightning, before she starts to worry."

>The two of you walk outside in silence
>"So dreadfully sorry. Really."
>She stamps her hoof
>"I ruined absolutely everything, didn't I?"
"Not in the slightest. Honestly… that was my fault."
>You lean against the outside wall of the restaurant
"I've wanted to kiss you like that since I was ten. Would you believe I used to daydream about it all day in class?"
>"Well, given how poor your grades were…"
"Aww, come on."

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>>28209400
>Harshwhinny gives you a sad smile, and a whack on the leg
>"Thank you for tonight, Anonymous."
"You have nothing to thank me for. It's been amazing to see you again, ma'am. It really has."
>Harshwhinny sighs, the smile fading from her face
"So… maybe we can see each other again next week?"
>At that, Harshwhinny turns away from you, her ears drooping
>"I don't think that's going to be possible, Anonymous."
"What? Why not?"
>She shrugs
>"I… I'm starting to develop feelings I don't know how to handle. If we start spending more time together, with you having a marefriend… it'll just hurt."
"Oh. I'm sorry, ma'am."
>"Please don't apologize. You've made this one of the best nights of my life. I owe you so much, but… I can't do this to myself. When I go home, my bed's still going to be empty. I'm not going to wake up to a family. And the more I see you, the more I'll want that. And the more I want what I can't have, well… the more it'll hurt."
>She grabs the corner of her scarf, dabbing at her eyes
>"I just don't think I'm the kind of mare that's mean to be happy for very long, Anonymous. But… but I had tonight."
>She turns to face you
>"And I'll remember tonight for a long time. Even if I can't have another day like this… I'm glad we could share this moment together."
>She leans against your leg, the pony equivalent of a hug
>You kneel down and throw your arms around her, squeezing her against your chest

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>>28209465
"I love you, ma'am."
>"What?"
"I'm sorry. But I need to say it. I've been in love with you for so many years, and if we're not going to see each other again… I want you to know."
>Harshwhinny sniffles
>"I d-don't know what to say."
>She hugs you tighter
>"Goodbye, Anonymous. Thank you for reminding me that… that I'm w-worth something. To someone at least."
>She gives you a peck on the cheek
>"Treat that marefriend well, okay?'
>She steps back, her snout scrunched with the effort of holding back tears
"Yeah. My marefriend."
>Just the thought of going back to Lightning now, after such an amazing night with Ms. Harshwhinny…
>It hurts
>Harshwhinny turns, and begins to walk away
>Near the end of the road, she hails a carriage, turning only long enough to give one final goodbye
>You wave, then place your hand against the cheek she kissed
>Together, you and Lightning have had some of the kinkiest, dirtiest, raunchiest sex you'd ever thought you could experience
>But all that feels lukewarm in comparison with the warmth from one simple kiss from Harshwhinny
>And now she's gone
>You turn on your heels, and head towards your apartment, where you know Lightning will be waiting

Alright, that's everything for now. Hope those of you are new to the story are enjoying so far, and those of you who came here from Mature Mares are still interested in what's going on.

>>28209350
>>Harshwhinny fidgets with her hooves, pawing at her cheek like a cat to make sure all the foam is gone
hhhnggg

>>28209473
WHY DOES HE KEEP CALLING HER MAAM

QUIT THAT SHIT

>>28209810
It arouses him and her

>>28209810
Because it's hot, dipshit.

>>28209810
It's fine sir.

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>>28209473
Nice story so far, you've got a good pace going on, can't wait for more.

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>>28205819
>it should be updating almost every day this week,

yay

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>>28205250
It is shit.

Jeff/orange/any writers just lurking anyone want to give me some suggestions for getting rid of writers block. I'm in a situation where my usual routines don't work.

>>28213599
Take a step back and work on something else, either a different story or a completely different project. Go grab a random prompt/idea and just run with it.

A lot of people will tell you "don't force it" when you run into a block, but I find that the best way through is to just brute force your way past. Just write a bunch of new, crazy shit until something sticks.

>>28213599

>>28213750
I agree with this.

At least in my experience, the only way to reliably get rid of it is to lock yourself away for an hour or two and do nothing but write, whatever comes to mind.

You might think that nothing comes to mind, but really it's just that only shit ideas come to mind and you automatically dismiss them. Do the shit ideas. You'll find something you like faster than just thinking about it.

>>28212881
If there is anyone who doesn't imagine Thrakerzod's voice with this picture, they need to get out.

>>28213864
Make me
I prefer to imagine it with regular Sweety's squeaky voice. It's a lot more adorable.

>>28214498
>thinking her squeaky voice is cuter than her thrakerzod voice

how dare you even though they're both adorable

>>28214523
fight me irl, brah

I suppose as far as ancient, power-mad demons go, Thrakerzod is a qt. Would totally rub tiny hellspawn belly.

>>28214572
Page 10.

>>28213599
Hm...

A pony hitting on an Anon who's a shota shonen protagonist?

>>28213599
I agree with Shitcity, personally, the best way I find of getting through writer's block is to just write whatever comes to mind, even if it's just a paragraph, or a couple lines of dialogue.

If that doesn't work, visualizing your story as a whole, not just the particular part you're in, may help you figure out what you're trying to do.

Just so you're aware.
I have several other greens relating to this concept, thought I'm not sure if I should link them or not.

>>28199304
>"Now be a dear and do the rest for me."
>She says before planting several sloppy kisses are your bare skin and laying back on the bed, resting her head on her hooves.
>You didn't look to confirm, but you felt her eyes on you.
>Everywhere.
>But you weren't about to disappoint her.
>You quickly slid off the remains of your shirt.
>"Slow down honey, slow, real down..."
>And without any thought, you "calmed" your pace.
>Your belt rattled slightly as you undid it.
>Your shoes slid off without any real effort.
>Once you could, you let them drop.
>You heard an odd sound come from her, but didn't stop.
>Then a pair of hooves held onto your hand as you took hold of your waistband.
>You looked at her one more time before loosing focus as she pulled them down.
>All you could think of was the little kiss she gave you as a kid.
>How she smiled at you.
>How you felt.
>All the warm fuzziness in your tummy.
>It was the best thing that happened in your life back then.
>Now this was happening...
>"Oh. G-goodness."

>>28215938
Oh my.

>>28209473
Woo, an update
Keep em coming Jeff this is getting good.

>>28216392
>>28209473
Also, can't wait for more Butters!

>>28216412
>That feel when a correct mixture of cultures happens new life can prosper.

We alive now.

>>28209473
So sweet~

>>28197117
Hmm, why hasn't anything been done with Derpy? Considering how she tends to be called "Equestria's best mother" in the fandom, you'd think she would be perfect for milf or mother-incest stories.

>>28217071
There's a Derpy x Mayor Mare story in the Pastebin.

Emergency Bump.

>>28168175
Would you want to have memories of being molested by a pony when you were a child?

>>28218462
Yes

>>28202148
“Well, maybe I could help you with that.”
>”I’m all ears.”
“My shift’s gonna end soon, although perhaps I could stick around and and play assistant for a little bit.”
>”Would you please?” the mare asked, as she looked to her employee
“Yeah! It’d be a non-issue. Although if you wouldn’t mind, I’d love to change into some shorts before hand.”
>”What you wear when you’re off the clock is of no concern to me sweetie.”
“Great. I’ll be back in a bit.”

>The office had only seemed to get hotter since Anon left
>Several empty cups lay strewn out around the Mayor’s desk, as she desperately tried to find a way to stay cool
>Every few moments, she would tug at her collar to air her body out, and to give her chest a few moments of reprieve from the moist furball that clung to it
>She licked her lips to rid herself of their nagging dryness, only to find her tongue had the same texture as sandpaper
>Right as she was about to get up for the upteenth time, Anon suddenly pushed her door open
“Hey Ms. Mare,” he announced cheerily. “I’m ready to help yo-... yikes. So much for ‘holding up well’.”
>With a chuckle, the mayor started patting her mane to see how soaked it had become
“Good thing I brought a small fan along with me. Managed to grab the last one from Handy’s store. But first things first is getting you something to drink.”
>He made his way to the water cooler, and grabbed two cups
“Boy, what I wouldn’t give to be back on Earth right now,” he said absentmindedly, as he started filling the containers. “We had systems that pulled hot air from a building, and cooled it before releasing it back into the rooms. ‘Called it ‘air conditioning’. Came in handy during hot days like this.”

Anyone know or got any good Spike /ss/ green or fanfics

>>28221245
No because Spike is literally the worst character on the show.

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>>28223472
no u

Anyone have any good jokes?

>>28225833
The phrase "It's not you, it's me", come to existence during a family reunion in China.

>>28226722
I dun get it

>>28226722
are the chinese known for inbreeding?

>>28226722
I think...
you = the last name Yu
me = the last name Me
Basically "my last name is Yu, my last name is not Me"

>>28227877
>>28228245
>>28228296
Y'know, the stereotype that all Asians look alike.
Seems like the joke wasn't as good as I thought.

>>28228821
You're not funny anon.

>>28229119
rude

>>28229119
Yeah, I just realized I didn't actually write the whole thing, it's supposed to be:
The phrase "It's not you, it's me", come to existence during a family reunion in China, while they were looking at the family album.

Always proofread before you post, kids.

>>28209473
Give me more writerman
Give me morrre

whoops page 9

>>28226722

That's probably the worst joke I've ever heard.

>>28230414

>>28202300
Hello, yes, I have written something that follows under all these in the incest thread. I'll just crosspost it here then for those who don't venture there.

>You hear three sharp evenly spaced knocks on your bedroom door.
>”Anonymous? Are you in here?”
>You quickly stuff away your comic books under your bed.
>Soon Iron-Hoof, soon.
“Yes mother, I’m here.”
>The door handle turns, with the door opening shortly after.
>Mom stands at the doorway, looking somewhat nervous.
>Though that’s the last thing you notice.
>The very first thing is what she’s wearing.
>In place of her usual pajama top, she’s wearing something else.
>It’s still purple, a very professional color, as she puts it, but a much lighter shade.
>The only dark part is a very small bow around the neck which is VERY low compared to her pajamas and work shirts.
>You can even see some of the furs of her t-tuft...
>The lightness of the color, the way it looks all thin and shiny looking makes you think it’s made of silk.
>The cuffs drape loosely around her hooves.
>And it’s long too, going all the way down well past where her work clothes usually stop.
>It almost looks like some kind of dress.
>Mom walks into the room, her head is held up, but her eyes are avoiding yours.
>She trots over to your bed, from this close and your height over her you can see that the hem of her dress goes over her tail some.
>So it’s some kind of short dress.
>She rears up and plants her hooves on your bed, “Anonymous, I wish to speak with you about something very important.” she informs you.

>>28232066
>The dress lifts up some, riding up to where most of her flank is now exposed.
>So it’s some kind of VERY short dress…
“Y-yeah, uh, sure thing mom-“
>”Pardon me?”
“Sorry. I mean, of course, mother.”
>She hops up and paces over to stand on the opposite end of the bed from where you are.
>Mom takes a deep breath and holds it before turning to face you and sitting down.
>You turn a little as well so you can face her.
>With the light hanging just overhead you can see the some of the deeper wrinkles under her crystal blue eyes.
>She shifts around a little on your bed before finally settling into her spot with a short exhale.
>Mom looks up at you but only manages to maintain that eye contact briefly before looking elsewhere.
>She clears her throat before starting, “Now Anonymous I... I believe it’s time we talked about something very important.”
>You nod.
“Okay. What’s that mother?”
>”Well it’s… a sensitive matter-“
>You remain silent and wait for her to continue.
>She fidgets once and pauses to take in a breath before continuing, “Something that would be more properly discussed with your father but… as I was never able to- Y-you’ll just have to accommodate to getting this talk from me. Alright?”
>You nod.
>You think you know where this is going, but not exactly sure why she’s so uncomfortable getting there.
>Mom brushes down the sides of her short silky dress, with each passing of her hooves the fabric becomes tight against her body.
>You’re not certain, but you're pretty sure you just saw the points of her teats just then…
>Mom clears her throat again, your eyes snap back up to look into hers, “Now I realize this is going to be uncomfortable to discuss with your mother, but we shall handle this in the most professional manner and try to keep the unpleasantness to a minimum okay Anonymous?”
“Yes mother.”
>She smiles a little, mom leans forward some and gently places her hoof on the back of your hand.

>>28232074
>She pushes it down onto the bed a little before retracting her hoof.
>”You are getting older now, both of us are really… b-but it’s you who are reaching a more critical stage in your… life” she says somewhat wistfully.
>Her eyes lower and you watch her hoof travel up and rest against her belly.
“Mom?”
>With a small shake of her head she seems to snap back into her professional persona and continues, “From infancy I have raised you. The Princess appointed me to be your mother because of my numerous applicable qualifications and upmost professionalism even in my youth.”
>You smile, the look of pride in her eyes when she gets all into her accomplishments always makes you want to laugh.
>When you were younger you did laugh, only to be met with an embarrassed scolding for doing so.
>”As you know, Twilight Sparkle has been able to provide me with whatever findings she has on your kind as of late, information which we have both looked over together.”
“Yes, I remember.”
>A whole world of humans, attempts to bring you through were unsuccessful or deemed too dangerous to attempt.
>You still remember the look of fear in mom’s eyes after the dangerous method deemed the most safe, failed.
>The experience itself coupled with Mom’s professional composure being utterly smashed as she sobbed over you was all you needed to be convinced into to giving up the idea of ever wanting to cross over.
>This is your home, it has been all your life.
>And Ms. Harshwhinny, to most, will always be 'mom' to you, or ‘mother’ to her.
>Mom’s lips continue to move but you’re too deep in you own thoughts to pick up on any of it.
>She touches your inner thigh with her hoof immediately making you jump and curl up.
>Mom yelps in surprise, “Goodness Anonymous! I was explaining what I was going to-“
>She stops, her eyes narrow.
>You can feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
>”You were paying attention weren’t you?”
>Horseapples.

>>28232083
>You know she’ll bust you harder if you lie.
“I’m sorry mother I was… uh, d-distracted by your…” think of something, “outfit” you squeak out.
>Through the fur on mom’s cheek you can see a faint flush of pink show through the dark orange of her coat.
>She looks herself over, the color on her face seems to glow brighter.
>Mom turns away from you and crosses her hooves over her chest, “Yes well…” she clears her throat, “This attire is very relevant to the discussion. One that is very important you pay attention to.” she scolds.
>You flinch and lower your head.
“Yes mother.” you respond.
>Mom lightens up a little and lets out a short breath before continuing, “Now as I was saying, Twilight's research shows that you are well into puberty and that changes beyond the physical ones you are already presenting are occurring.”
>Okay so birds and bees confirmed.
>You kinda already know what the deal is, from friends and school.
>”A-and I just want to ensure that you are well informed on certain things both from our-“ she touches her chest, “And your-“ she touches your knee this time, “perspective.”
>Her hoof remains on your knee and she even goes you a small squeeze.
>Her head is turned to face your wall, you can see her eyes lower some.
>”I do all of this for you, Anonymous, in the hopes that you may blossom into a healthy and professional adult, I want to be clear that you understand this.” she says while squeezing your knee.
>You sit up more and reach a hand out to place on her back.
>Mom tenses up upon your touch, she lets out a small gasp and still avoids looking at you.
“Yes mother. I understand.”
>She nods once then slowly turns to face you again.
>Her eyes are locked to your chest and the blush on her cheeks is brighter than you’ve ever seen.
>Admittedly you’re starting to feel a little hot yourself.
>”Now then, Anonymous, you know that I am a firm believer in active learning correct?”
>You nod.

>>28232088
>She can either see your chin or notes the movement of your shirt since she continues, “Good. There is no way around making this lesson uncomfortable, but understand it is for your betterment into a professional young adult. Do you understand?"
“Yes mother.”
>She looks up into your eyes, the crystal blue orbs seem to shimmer with... something.
>It’s not pride you see this time, and despite the burning in her cheeks its not embarrassment either, it’s something else
>Something you’re not sure you’ve ever seen before.
>Something that makes your stomach twist and your chest feel tight.
>You feel very hot under the collar now and… elsewhere.
>She scooches closer towards you.
>You can smell the clean smell of her shampoo and coat wash.
>Nothing flowery, she says that kind of thing isn't for her.
>Mom is silent for a moment, the only thing you can hear is her breathing.
>"Now Anonymous," she begins, "I believe you have been given a general instruction on... sexual intercourse, correct?"
>You snicker, but quickly mask it as a cough when mom flashes a glare at you.
"Y-yes."
>She relaxes again, "And I have no doubts that you've heard... things, from your classmates? All kinds of vulgar misinformation I'm certain." she says with a huff.
>Well...
>She blows air through her nose, "Well, I am here to set the record straight as it were. From today onwards you can walk with your head held high knowing that because of me, you will never need doubt what you hear because you will be thoroughly... informed."
>She touches your hand with hesitation, more like gentle prodding at first.
>Slowly, her hoof comes down more and more until it's resting completely on the back of your hand.
>She gives you a small shake and a look of confidence when you look up at her.
>A faint smile forms on her face.

>>28232096
>"The first thing you need to understand is that sex-" she hesitates before saying the word and lets it hang in the air for a moment after before continuing, "is a very private and personal affair. It is to be between two ponies- er, persons who love each other very much."
>Her lip quivers as she ends her sentence.
>With a short inhale she continues, "This act, in that context, is called making love. And it is only to be done between those two pon- persons. Does that make sense Anonymous?"
>You nod slowly.
>"Excellent, you always have been such a fast learner you know?" she muses aloud, her hoof trailing lightly up and down your arm now.
>She blinks and returns her hoof to rest it firmly against your hand, "Now, many feel that making love is only a proper thing to be done between married couples. While that is my... preference, to be able to share such a blissful moment with a husband... uh, I understand that times have changed since I was a young mare and that this view is considered a little extreme by today's standards."
>Yeah, you'll say.
>You know of a few couples who have already done it.
>"So, I will do what a proper mother would and not push my aged desires... upon your youthful outlook." she straightens up a little, "and so I accept for you to expand your experiences only with mares you feel you truly love and ones that truly loves you in return. Alright Anonymous?"
>You nod, the sharpness in the way she asked you that last question tells you that it wasn't meant as a question at all.
>She hums, pleased with herself, "Good. N-now..." she fidgets uncomfortably on your bed, her hoof retracts from your hand and she brings both up to smooth her dress a couple of times.
>You catch glimpses of her form, still shapely for her age.
>You've seen friends' moms who are in much worse shape than mom.

>>28232103
>Once again you catch a glimpse, and are certain that you saw, her teats, more swollen than you've seen in accidental glances when she flicks her tail in the mornings during a stretch.
>"Of course, now that you understand the meaning behind the action. There is still the matter of the action itself..."
>Mom rises to her hooves.
>You see what you think is a thin strand connecting mom to your sheets, but the moment you focus on it, you see nothing hanging in the air between her thighs.
>You do see however, a damp patch under the shadow of Mom's body.
>She trots closer to you, with your seated position she's about eye level with you.
>Her scent becomes stronger as she approaches, but it's different.
>Not entirely clean like usual, there's a... an almost earthy smell coming from her too.
>She raises a hoof and rests it against your cheek.
>It's warm, her frog is soft against your skin.
>"This is where I feel that a more active approach will be very effective in clearing away any misconceptions you might have heard. But understand Anonymous that this is going to be handled professionally on both parties okay? You are my son, no matter how what, and I am your mother. I do this because I love you very much Anonymous and I wish for you to grow into the finest young stall- man you can be. Someone who will make their wife very happy and proud to call you their... th-their husband okay?"
>You nod, unsure exactly of what she's planning.
"Okay mom. I love you too."
>She rubs the tip of her snout on your nose exactly three times before stepping back from you.
>She waves a hoof over her front.
>"You noted my attire earlier, what I am wearing is called a nightgown. It is what a mare wears to bed only when she expects to be seen by her husband and noone else."
>But... mom never got married. So why would she have-
>"It is different from a pajama. For one, it is made of a softer and lighter material that better allows sensation over it."

>>28232116
>She lifts your hand with a hoof and brings it closer towards her.
>Your immediate instinct to jerk your hand back is quelled by some kind of deep seeded hesitation.
>Mom places your hand on her wither and gently pulls your hand side to side until you start doing it yourself.
>She closes her eyes for a moment as you gently rub your hand side to side.
>You watch her neck curve as she brings her head closer to your hand.
>Her hay colored mane drapes over your hand some, sending small tingles up your arm.
>"Can you feel the difference Anonymous?"
"Yes, it's so smooth. Y-you're so warm..." you respond, somewhat trancelike as you lose yourself into the feeling of her gown.
>Mom lets out a small hum before seemingly coming to and sitting back up straight with her eyes open.
>"It also serves to draw the eye, of ones beloved, to certain regions of the body."
>She starts to turn around, you begin to retract your hand but that same hesitation from earlier comes up again.
>Instead you hand freezes in place and Mom's body meets it once she has turned around almost entirely.
>Your hand now rests near the end of her back, just inches away from where her flank begins.
>She looks back at you over her shoulder.
>The sight reminds you somewhat of one of those magazines a friend showed you he got from his older brother.
>But mom is wearing more than that mare did, and despite that...she looks much better too.
>Mom glances down at your hand, then back up at you.
>You finally feel yourself able to retract your hand but are instructed not too by mom.
>"Wait Anonymous, it is better for you to experience this first-hoo- hand. Do you see where my nightgown ends?"
>Your eyes move away from her face, traveling down her neck and along her side, following the silky purple gown all the way down until you reach the end, very short frills that hug her at mid-flank.
"Y-yes..."
>"If you were to try removing my gown, where would you place your hand Anonymous?"
>You swallow nervously.

>>28232127
"I uh... I'd put them-"
>"Use them please. The more hooves- hands-on experience you have with this, the better. Your mare will see you as the pinnacle of professionalism in every aspect of your lives together."
>Your hand trembles the moment you take it off her silk coated body.
>You return it to her back and instead slide your hand down along her back, trailing over the curve of her flank until your fingers can pinch the end of her nightgown.
>Mom tenses up a little as your hand slid back, but she loosens up after a light shiver.
>"And now the other and Anonymous" she instructs, taking another couple of steps to turn around completely, putting her rump at about eye level with you.
>The earthy scent is much stronger now.
>It's... not unpleasant.
>In fact, you like it.
>It makes your head feel kinda fuzzy.
>Makes it hard to focus, outside of that sound that keeps coming up.
>Like a step into mud or something, a squish.
>Mom's rear is much rounder than you would have thought now that it's in front of your face.
>Her tail is arching up, lifting the hem of her gown slightly and making it ride higher up on her flank than it was when she walked in.
>Obeying her instruction, you place your other hand on her flank, pinching the gown with your other fingers.
>You can feel the muscle of her rump tighten for a moment, then relax.
>The squishing sound increases in pace.
>Mom's tail twitches, slowly raising higher and higher with each one.
>"N-now... do you see how the gown frames the privates Anonymous?"
>You nod.
>Apparently she either just knows you responded or maybe felt you through your hands bearing down on her slightly because she continues, "This is what I meant when I said it draws the eye."
>Mom's tail slowly comes all the way up, you can sort of see her belly all shaded by the gown, peeking out at you from the very end of her tail.
>She flicks it once and rests it against her flank, which means it drapes over your hand.

>>28232136
>It's hot, her tail, you think you can feel moisture seeping down onto the back of your hand too.
>If so, you have no question on what that moisture is.
>Mom's pussy is now on full display.
>Her dock throbs slightly making her tail shake a little each time since it can go no higher now.
>Just below that, the pale flesh of her pucker twitches occasionally.
>You're not sure if it's her tailhole twitching or the flesh just being moved with each quiver of her lips.
>Puffy swollen lips that would probably be the same color as her pucker but are instead flushed with a very mesmerizing color.
>They glisten with fluid that continually drips down onto your sheets.
>Every so often her lips part, giving you a brief glance into her bright pink depths and producing the squishing sound you heard.
>With each spread mom's clit, a pale fleshy pearl, winks out at you.
>"-oused."
"Wh-what?" you mumble.
>Mom swats across your chest with her tail before flicking it back up over her flank.
>Your face is hit with a wall of her scent, you quickly try to shake away the fuzzy haze in your mind and focus as mom re-explains, "I said that this is what it looks like when a mare is properly aroused. I expect the school showed you general anatomy so I don't think there's any need go over that, but being able to note the difference between normal and aroused is critical for you to learn so you will not act before your mare is ready."
"Yes mom..."
>She looks at you over her shoulder.
>You can't bring yourself to look her in the eyes with your hands sort of on her ass.
>She steps forward, pulling the gown out of your grasp, before turning around to face you again.
>Mom touches a hoof to your cheek again, she tilts you head so you have to look into her deep blue eyes.
>"Anonymous, are you alright? Are you feeling overwhelmed with this lesson?"
"I-I dunno mom... I just think-"
>You feel a nudge against your crotch.
>The shock that travels up your spine shuts your brain down for a moment.

>>28232144
>When you come to you realize she's looking down at your crotch, her hoof is gently tracing circles over it.
>Your cock is hard, really hard.
>You didn't even realize how much until Mom started touching it with her hoof.
>A gasp escapes your lips.
>Mom raises your head again to look her in the eyes while she continues tracing circles over the crotch of your pants.
>"Make eye contact Anonymous. If a mare is pleasing her stallion, she wishes to see the results of her efforts okay?" she says in an almost growl.
"Y-yes!" you half-gasp out.
>Mom takes her hoof off of the crotch of your pants and trots back to the end of the bed, turning her rear towards you again.
>"Now that you have been properly aroused, with little physical effort on my part..." she mumbles to herself, "Y-you can disrobe yourself and come over to me."
>You practically rip your clothes away and toss them onto the floor.
>"I will forgive your messiness just then as acting in the throws of passion, something that can be a very stimulating display for me- a mare..."
>You shuffle closer to her, cock leading the way as it stands firmly in the air.
>You stop just behind her, cock throbbing just away from her dripping marehood, the heat on your cockhead is incredibly stimulating.
>"You are performing very well Anonymous, I am quite-" she lets out a shuddered breath, "Pleased.... N-now, before we continue the lesson there is something very important I overlooked earlier."
>Her hips rock back and forth, gently prodding herself with the head of your cock.
>"I overlooked it because the notion of doing anything else is so improper that I had forgotten to discuss positions. Or rather position, because there is only one that you should ever concern yourself with. The one I am about to demonstrate to you."
>She rocks her hips back, bringing your swollen cockhead against her entrance.

>>28232162
>Mom stifles a squeak, "Th-this position is ca-ca-called missionary" she says, slowly bringing you into her hot depths.
>Her walls caress and tug every inch that passes through her moist lips.
>The feeling is indescribable, she's so hot inside it feels like your cock is going to melt right off.
>"It is the only position in which a couple makes lov- ah.... love. B-because it is the only way we can be closest to each other. T-to feel every inch of your young lover against you, i-inside you" she says, trying to keep her composure through panted breaths.
>Mom hilts you deep inside her massaging folds.
>The feeling of her wet clit winking against your balls makes your back shiver with so much intensity that you fall forward and plant your chest over your mom's back.
>She tenses up, arching her back against you, bringing her cheek up to yours.
>”Ah~” Mom gasps, tilting her head all the way up so her hot breath tickles your ear.
>Your arms wrap tightly around her barrel.
>Her lips brush against the lobes of your ear, you can hear the faint click of her teeth as she fails to successfully nibble you.
>Either because she can’t or doesn’t want to you’re unsure, regardless mom quickly brings her head down and shifts around under you slightly so she can stand up a little taller.
>She clears her throat loudly, and takes in long shuddered breath before quickly buffing it out, “My apologies Anonymous. I was overwhelmed momentarily by your… enthusiasm for learning.”
>You stifle a snicker, the way her clit winks against your sack gives her away completely.
>Still mom carries on with her professional pretense, “As I was trying to say, this position is called, mnn- missionary. And it is the only proper position in which two persons make love as this is the only position that allows for two persons to be closest.”
>She wiggles her butt slowly, grinding against you left to right while tickling your thighs with her fur.

>>28232167
>Mom also arches her back the other way, pressing it firmly against your chest and belly.
>”Do you feel how close we are Anonymous?” she asks breathily, her walls steadily contracting at the base of your cock and slowly pressing their way down your length, milking you passionately.
“Yes mother, I can feel you all over” you mumble through the elysian sensation.
>She hums with satisfaction, “The other reason why this is the only position you should perform is because it is the most effective at filling my- your lover’s womb with your thick hot young… virile… uh, s-seed.” she quips after beginning to drone for a moment.
>Mom nudges your face with he back of her head, “G-go on and move Anonymous, this will give you a better understanding of the position.”
>Not one to question mom, you do as she says.
>Your torso slides dow her back some as your hips draw away from mom’s supple ass.
>Your cock pulls out from her slowly, her walls quickly react in protest, milking you faster to entice you to remain deep inside her.
>The feeling of her walls desperately massaging your head as it nearly exists her is enough to make your vision start to go white.
>The chilly air blowing through the small gap between your privates alone is more than enough to convince you to dive back in.
>Mom’s stifled moan and being greeted by the hot hug of her velvety walls only cements the decision.
>Your bodies make a muffled clap as your waist slaps against mom’s rear.
>Her back arches slightly, for just a moment, before she relaxes again.
>”N-now Anonymous, I’m sure you know that stallions have a different shape to their organ than yours…”
>You shift your hips, only pulling out a little before forcing yourself back inside.
>”They have a ring partway down their length and a flared tip. Th-these traits exist so that when they climax their sperm is able to reach the cervix.”

>>28232177
>You find a steady rhythm while your mom continues to explain, letting out a sharp breath every once in a while or pausing to stifle a sound of pleasure.
>”Y-you do n-not possess these traits. Twilight Sparkle has noted, and I am currently- Celestia above- BLESSED to experience that you can skirt around this difference by penetrating fully inside and even sometimes- ha~ penetrating into the cervix with your- rounded head” she growls the word 'rounded' as you happened to have thrust into her hard enough to make a much louder clap with your bodies.
>Mom has no more information to divulge, her mind is now focused on matching your rhythm.
>Her hips push back as yours thrust forward, your cock buries deeper inside her now than ever before.
>You gasp and instinctively clench your hands from the sudden jolt of pleasure.
>”Oh! Yes!” Mom gasps.
>Her walls constrict tightly around you, you can feel a warm trickle travel down over your sack and down your thighs.
>Mom trembles under you, her walls begin to contract sporadically, no longer working with the intent to milk your member.
>The chaotic pleasure all over your cock makes your head go all fuzzy.
>Mom lowers her head, all you can hear are low shuddered inhales and exhales for a time.
>She takes in a sharp breath and throws her head back up again, “I-I see we have f-found a trait that is unique to humans in this context…”
>You pause mid thrust unsure of what trait she means.
>”Your hands Anonymous, my lovely boy~” she coos.
>You realize now that your hands are cupped around her plump swollen teats.
>At some point they must have slipped under the gap in her gown, probably when you tensed up and clenched your hands.

>>28232182
>Mom slowly drives her hips back, drawing you deeper into her, “Please c-continue Anonymous. It is my duty as your mother to ensure you have a proper-“ she lets out a low strained moan as you hilt inside her again, her walls pumping your cock rapidly to give you the sensation that you were ravishing her lewd depths, “understanding” she squeaks.
>You resume pumping away at her marely folds, now also while kneading her teats.
>She gives you short words of encouragement or praise in between panted breaths.
>”Y-yes, just like that Anonymous… B-be sure to listen to your moth- mare and ensure that you are not too rough hnng~”
>You cut her off with a sharp twist of her pointed nipples.
>Your fingers unwind and you bring mom back into a lulled state by gently tracing circles around her bumpy areolas.
>This feels too good.
>Her smell surrounds you.
>Her heat against your chest and around your cock is incredible.
>You can feel a pressure building in your loins.
>You push harder against mom’s rump.
>The sounds of your bodies coming together gets louder.
>Mom pushes back even harder against you.
>A gasp escapes her lips, and suddenly she jumps a little in place and trots forward, walking out from under you and causing you to fall down.
>Your chest plants into the damp puddle that was forming under the space between her legs.
>You can hear her heavy breathing hovering just above the back of your head.
>”I am terribly sorry Anonymous. How utterly unprofessional of me, to get so wrapped up and forget my purpose.”
>You feel her nudge the top of your head.
>You look up from the mattress and get an upwards view of your mother in all her sultry glory.
>Marehood dripping with a viscous yellow fluid.
>Shiny fleshy pearl peeking out rapidly at you.
>Tight shapely rump, fur matted with a mixture of your combined sweat and her secretions.
>Two plump and perky teats now clearly visible with her gown having shifted up as a result of your actions.

>>28232191
>Her mane is matted to her neck, all messy with just the barest hints of the sharp professional style she was keeping it in showing.
>She slowly lowers herself down onto your bed, tucking her legs underneath her and making her shapely rear even curvier as her flesh bunches up.
>”Twilight Sparkle discovered that in human culture, there is a position they consider to be proper…”
>She shifts her body, so more of her side lays on the bed.
>Her eyes shimmer with an intensity you’ve not seen before.
>The color burning on her cheeks is adorably hot.
>She avoids looking at you while continuing her explanation, “Coincidentally enough they too have deemed it the missionary position.”
>Mom rolls onto her back completely, her tight pucker is directly in line with your eyes.
>You look on in awe as the quivering flesh becomes slowly coated in her arousal as it now drips down and begins to run over her dock and soak into her tail.
>Mom’s rear legs twitch slightly with each wink of her clitoris, she beacons you over with a waft of her forehoof.
>You quickly rise to your knees and crawl over towards her.
>Her legs spread further, rear hooves slip around to the sides of your hips.
>She pulls on you lightly, coaxing you closer to her.
>You shimmy up some more, until your slick and stiffened cock rests comfortably between her teats.
>Mom bites her lip, you can see her tense up a little.
>Her clit winks like mad, peppering the base of your cock now with sloppy wet kisses.
>She raises her chin at you, “How utterly vulgar…” she muses aloud.
>Your cock throbs, gently slapping her on the teats with each rise and fall.
>Mom twitches overtime your member slaps down on her.
>”Just look at how little contact your body makes with my own…”
>You look down at yourself.
>It would only take the smallest shifting back of your hips and then the only connection with mom is at the waist.
>Your chest does feel a little cold…

>>28232194
>Mom huffs, “W-well under any other circumstance I wouldn’t agree to such an… improper position to make love to but, this is part of my obligation to you as your mother.”
>She gently grazes your sides with her rearlegs.
>Her butt pushes against your balls, you can feel the plumpness of her pucker against your sensitive flesh.
>”So just this once I will… put aside my grievances so that you may connect with your native culture.”
>You rest a hand on her chest.
>Mom’s rearleg weakly kicks once, her eyes look over towards you as you graze your hand around in small circles over the warm silk.
“Thank you mother…” you mumble in response.
>A flash of surprise passes over her eyes.
>She reaches out and touches a hoof to your shoulder, pulling you down to your hands.
>You shift your hips back and position yourself at mom’s slickened entrance.
>She takes in a short breath, holding it in with a bitten lip as you slowly enter her again.
>A shiver travels up your spine as you part her tight slick walls with your hardened manhood.
>She grips you firmly at the hips with her legs and forces herself on you, pushing you in the rest of the way.
>Her eyes look directly up at the ceiling as you both remain there, connected.
>Both of your heavy breaths and the sound of her winking are the only sounds in the quiet room.
>Occasionally her eyes glance down and lock with yours before returning to the ceiling.
>”I-I’m afraid I don’t know what the proper actions to take like this. It’s so… unprofessional for a mother like me too-“
>She cuts herself off the moment your hands comes to rest on her flank.
>You can feel the soft flesh and firm muscle shift beneath your grasp as you dig your hands in and slowly withdraw your length.
>Mom’s forelegs curl up in front of her chest, her eyes seem to hover at the top of her head as you pull out of her despite her walls best efforts to keep you in.
>You do not disobey her body’s desires for long.

>>28232201
>Just long enough to pump your member between her teats a couple of times.
>Your sack makes a wet clap against her quivering lips with each thrust.
>”Anonymous! You are- AH~” she started to scold you, but you quickly put an end to the by driving your full length into her hot depths in a single thrust.
>You feel pressure at the very tip of your head.
>Mom’s walls squeeze you tightly in place, again they work in unison to wring you dry of every drop that has yet to flow.
>You pull back from her viselike grip on your sensitive flesh, feeling tingles travel up your spine with every inch withdrawn.
>A gentle brush makes itself known at your chest.
>Looking down you see Mom’s forehooves are extended out towards you.
>Her eyes dart from the ceiling to you and back again in quick succession.
>You lean forward, forcing her legs to spread even wider apart so she can plant her hooves upon your chest proper.
>With your hands now on the mattress you have even better leverage to thrust with your hips.
>You focus your eyes on mom’s face, the beautiful flush of color on her face simply mesmerizes you.
>Your hips begin to rock back and forth.
>Slowly at first.
>Only withdrawing an inch or two of yourself before plunging it back inside her hot silky folds.
>Mom’s hooves rest limply against your chest like they were more of an afterthought.
>Soon you begin to increase the pace, wet slaps of your sweaty body on hers accompany the sounds of her sopping winking.
>Her hooves begin to grip your chest now, partially supporting your weight but still mostly against you.
>She looks over at you now, fully, her crystal blue eyes gaze deeply into yours as you experience the human missionary position with her.
>Her mane is a complete mess now, some of it is matted to her damp forehead and neck, the rest of it is splayed out behind her head all over your mattress.
>She looks fucking sexy.
>You begin to thrust with even more vigor.

>>28232210
>Mom now fights to maintain eye contact with you, they keep wanting to roll up as you pound away at her tight pussy.
>Her hooves now grip you firmly, either supporting your weight or pulling you in depending on which part of your thrust you’re doing.
>You can’t stop letting out moans as the pressure begins to build in your loins again.
>”S-s… op” she mumbles through stifled moans.
“Wh-what?” you ask between panted breaths.
>Her rearlegs slip up and around your back, curling her lower half such that you are even further enveloped into her.
>She girls you tightly, both around your cock and around your waist.
>”I said you need to s-stop Anonymous.” she commands.
>You remain firmly planted inside her.
>Cock throbs desperately while her walls continue to contract and milk you.
>You tremble against her body, only heavy breaths escape your lips.
>You can feel mom tremble against you.
>Looking into her eyes you can see them shimmer, not only with the intensity of before but with tears.
>”What I have done is… beyond unprofessional, it’s downright immoral” she whispers.
>Her eyes look down, “There was never any need for a demonstration but I… Anonymous, my dear son I couldn’t resist. M-my years are getting on and I can feel my chances at-”
>She shakes like a leaf in a storm under you now, leaving her sentence unfinished.
>Though you’re pretty sure you know what she’s trying to say.
>”And now look at me, a desperate old and lonely mare… pinned underneath you in some farce that dares call itself missionary position. H-how could something like this be considered appropriate!?” she shouts, tears begin to soak into her fur.
>”J-just look at us, huddled and facing each other… even if we were different- h-how could this be considered making lo-“
>Your thumb wipes away the tears just as they start to form, startling her into silence.
>You caress her cheek and even brush some of her matted mane away.

>>28232215
>Mom eyes you with such a strong uncertainty.
“You said… you said that making love can only happen between two persons who love each other.”
>Mom blinks once, her face still frozen in shock and unreadable.
>”I did…” she whispers.
>You shift your weight so that you are now resting on your forearms, this brings your body almost entirely overtop of her.
“And that a proper missionary position brings two persons the closest together…” you add while confirming the fact by pushing your waist against hers once.
>Mom jumps a little at the sensation, then quickly returns to her blank look.
>”Yes, Anonymous” she responds.
>You lean down further, little by little your face comes closer to hers.
>Her big beautiful blue eyes get larger.
>The warmth of her sweet breath gets warmer.
>The heat from her body surrounds you along with her scent.
>Clean with just a small tinge of sweat.
“Well I think that we’re closest now, mother.”
>Your lips hover just above hers.
>”Anonymous…” she calls you with a strong hesitation in her voice.
>But you’re certain.
“And I love you, mother.
>She closes the gap, much to your surprise.
>Her lips press forcefully into yours.
>You can feel the love behind every movement.
>You lose yourself in that love and bury yourself in her.
>Mom’s fur tickles your cheek as her hooves wrap around your neck.
>She loosens her grip on your waist, allowing you to move freely again.
>And you immediately make use of this freedom.
>You trust into her with wild abandon.
>Mom gasps and moans into your mouth as you send rippled of pleasure through her body.
>All the activity from before has kept you on the edge of bursting for some time now.
>The pressure builds once more and this time, finally, there’s no need to stop.
>You break the kiss, her lips travel all over your face as you breathe heavily on her neck.
“Mom?” you gasp out.
>”Mnnyes?” she moans.
“This position might not be the most… effective, but…”

>>28232224
>She hugs you tightly, breathing on your face as you feel her walls get increasingly tighter around you.
>Mom tenses up, realization of what you were saying dawn on her.
“Anonymous?!”
>You plant your lips on hers for a moment before breaking the kiss.
“I love you, mom.”
>She is silent save for her heavy breaths, she locks eyes with you.
>They’re so beautiful.
>”I love you too.”
>One final thrust.
>Your head becomes fuzzy.
>Thoughts become scattered.
>Everything goes white.

>Mom’s legs swing back and forth with each of your thrusts.
>They slap against your chest weakly as you savor the feeling of her tight walls around your stiff member.
>Her swollen belly shifts with each slow thrust.
>You place a very gentle hand against her soft fur and rub little circles over the foal bump.
>Mom’s head is lazily thrown back, her eyes are lightly closed and she lets out breath moans with each exhale.
>You snicker.
>”And what do you think is so funny Anonymous?”
>You look down and see a very flush faced mom scowling back up at you.
“Nothing mom, I’m just enjoying myself.”
>She blinks her face back to neutral, “Oh. Quite, W-well, I am too. Very much.” she quips.
“I should hope so, you’re the one who asked me to-“
>Mom’s tail flicks up and swats you on the thigh.
>You yelp and step back in surprise.
>Mom lets out a gasp of surprise.
>She lifts her head up to look past her swollen belly at you.
>A frown firmly upon her face, “And a proper father should not need to be asked to fill the needs of the mother of his foal.”
>She looks mad, but you can see her expression already softening at the word father, diminishes at the word mother, and all but drops at the word foal.
>Mom rubs a hoof over her stomach then glances back over at you, her eyes shimmer with desire and regret for swatting you away.
>You walk back over to the edge of the bed.
>Taking her rear hooves in each hand you spread her legs apart and step closer.

>>28232233
>Turns out the human missionary is perfect once the mother is too burdened to support the father and her foal when wanting to make love.
>You position yourself at her entrance again.
>Slowly you enter her again, savoring every hot sensation as you pass through her swollen lips.
>Once you have hilted all the way inside, you pause to let her finish enjoying you as well.
>You can’t help but smile at the sight, seeing your mother so happy brings a warm feeling to your chest.
>Your eyes travel down to her teats, now even more swollen and presently forming the faintest beads of milk at the tips.
>Mom gives her trademark rump wiggle, letting you know she wants you to start moving again.

Okay, that's all. For those who missed it I hope you enjoyed it.

>>28232241

I definitely enjoyed it.

>>28232233
Literally why can't this be common practice in real life

Why won't moms do this for their sons

>>28232477

Because, unfortunately, dads exist.

>>28232241
Blew my load/10

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Do you guys mind a bit Snowdrop? Our threads never do well, so I figured you might like our qt blind girl. I mean, she is young. I think it'd be a bit fuel for green, possibly.

Also this was drawn in an earlier thread of ours.
http://m.imgur.com/a/1Ct9j

>>28233526
>TFW no QT blind freshman gf to cuddle.

>>28233526
No prob, you guys are welcome here.

>>28233526

I'll give you guys a month trial period. If we aren't satisfied with Snowdrop by that time, then she has to go. Sorry if that seems a bit harsh, but it's the best I can do.