Nightly Scilight Thread #121

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>>28419937
First for Jeff and Dot

>>28420020
Nice meme
Heres your (You)

>>28420020
CHOKED
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Wrong edition, but good morning, Nestea!

>>28421127
No its right

>>28419692
>"Anon, Calculus 2 is hard as fuck."
"Oh, don't worry muhlady. Here, have some useless shit for the major you are studying, even though I know it's useless for said major."
>"Anon, you are retarded, I told you I am studying Calculus 2."
"I know what you said, muhlady."

>>28420020
I am technically the less cucked in this thread because Scilight is my daughterfu, I can just scare Timber with my good old shotgun.

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>>28420020
Twilight is just using him as her beard to cover up her true love

>>28421434
>your picture made it to the usual bump repertoire
not bad

>>28421660
Its a good picture

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>>28421631

>>28421812
What cuckoldry is this

>>28421812
>An actual cucked Sunset picture
Like a dream come true.

>>28421660
Yeah it must feel nice

>>28422131
confident trixie always gets my morning fap going.

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>>28421819
>>28421940
you newfags haven't been interested in dykeshit long enough if you don't remember this unbalanced lesbian loli

>>28422131
that feel when you realize the tights she's wearing are orange and thin black rather than blue.

>>28422131
What most people don't know is that Trixie is actually orange. She just wears a bodysuit to fool people. That way when she's sleeveless like she is in the picture, she still has an extra sleeve to hide her tricks in. That's why she's the greatest magician on Earth. Who would expect your very own arm to hide another trick up your sleeve?

>>28422252
Is she sunsets sister

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What will Twis Sun/Moon team be

Sunlight is best ship

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>>28423500
420 Praise it

>>28417648

>Your ears almost popped out of your head from the sound. In fact, you were sure you’d go deaf in at least one of them.
>Luckily that didn’t follow through.
>When the ringing in your head faded and you could focus again, you saw the gun lying on the floor a few feet away.
>As for Anonymous, you were lying on top of him, pressing his arm against the floor.
>He had his eyes closed tight and was crying.
>”Just leave me alone.”
>Thank god.
>It took every pound of muscle you had, but somehow you found the strength to ram his arm down and stop the bullet from going through his head.
>Breathing a sigh of relief, you slid off and headed for the gun.
>You took it in your hand and removed the remaining rounds, pocketing them in case he tried to go at it again.
>Anonymous simply rolled over on his side, facing away from you, and continued to sob.
>It really struck a chord with you.
>After all, when Rainbow Dash fell, you were in...a very similar place.
>Then Discord assured you that she was pushed, and suddenly you had a new purpose.
“Look,” you said tiredly. “If you don’t want to live for yourself, for her, or for your friends, then live for revenge.”
>”Revenge? Against who? The police had five months, Twilight. Five months of dead ends and no leads. If they couldn’t find the killer, how can I?”
“I know people. I can assemble a team--a real team. I’m sure they could find out what happened.”
>You held the gun by the barrell and lobbed it out a broken window, disposing of it hopefully indefinitely.
>Then you stood up, walked over to Anonymous, and held a hand out for him.
“Come on. Sit up.”
>He looked at you through the corner of his eye which had turned beet red from the tears.
>Without taking your offer, he sat himself up and leaned against the wall.

>missed trips
Fuck Anon. I'M going to kill myself.

>>28423667

“Someone hurt her, Anonymous. If there’s even a ghost of a chance that I can find out who did it, you need to stay alive. They need to pay.”
>”They need to…”
“That’s right. You can do that much, can’t you?”
>He sniffed and gave a slight nod.
>”Yeah. I can do that.”
“Do you mean it?”
>He glanced at you.
>”You find me who did it… You find them, and I kill them.”
“If I leave here, are you going to kill yourself?”
>He shook his head.
>”Not unless you don’t deliver.”
“I can live with that.”
>There was nothing else that needed to be said.
>It was an understanding between the two of you.
>You left and went back to your mansion.
>As soon as you got home, you picked up the phone and made a few calls.
>The next day, several people in grey suits arrived at your door.
>They were supposed to be the best private investigators in the country.
>Well, the best you could get for your task.
>You took them into your study and sat down behind your desk, leaving them to stand in a row before you.
>”Oi theyah love. Who’sa tahget ‘aday?” asked a short grey woman with black hair that extended down to her butt.
“First of all, don’t call me love. Second of all, I want you to get to the bottom of a murder case the police abandoned a week ago.”
>”Ah fink we lot can ‘andle it, yeah?”
>”Oh my god shut up. That’s not even your real accent.”
>You really wish you were kidding.
>The best always seem to be the weirdest.
>”Oh, rubbish. Fine, fine. No more excotic accent. What’s the deal, love? This about that poof that got shot up in the church a few months back?”
>You nodded.
“Everything we know so far is in this folder,” you said, pointing to the one in question on the end of your desk.
>”It’s a bit on the small side, yeah? I don’t believe there’s much in here but a picture and some testimonies.”

>>28423678

“Like I said: everything we know is in the folder.”
>She took it off the desk and held it in her armpit.
>”Right. Well, love, that’s all you lot know. Anything we need to be brought up on?”
“Yes. From this point on, you will report to Anonymous, the green man in a cabin on the edge of town.”
>”Any particular reason?”
“None you need to know about.”
>”All well and good. We’ll have this closed up in a jiff, love.”
“And when you do, you’ll have the money wired to your accounts.”
>The woman nodded and, with the other investigators following, left you alone.
>When they were gone, you slammed your head on the desk and gave a old heave.
“What is my life becoming?”

That's all for now. I just wanted to get this out of the way so the juicy update tonight wouldn't be slowed down by it.

>>28423688
>juicy update tonight
Sounds good

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>>28423918
Does it?

>>28423936
Yes it does

>>28423688
At least you got dubs.


Correct me if I am wrong:
>Twilight reads the invitation aloud in front of the Irish idiot with the potato farm.
>Irish idiot happens to be a friend of Gilda.
>Irish idiot is not that much of an idiot, talks to the tubodyke about the wedding.
>Turbodyke gets some faggots to go and kill Anon and Innominate

>>28424427
I want to be the pretty dyke

Hey everyone I am free tonight
I feel like doing a little bit of writing so give me a prompt for a one-shot and I might write it
and dont expect a amazing story I am not the best writer

>>28423688

>Over the next three weeks, you worked tirelessly on the time machine.
>It was one thing to put variables into a computer. It was another to transfer those numbers into reality.
>The parts for it were really racking up some pretty dollars too.
>You must have put, oh, six or seven billion dollars into it at that point.
>Your kitchen, bathroom, and living room were drained of inventions. All of them had been sold off to bring in some more green for the machine.
>Your Cayman Island accounts were drained.
>The Swiss were breathing down your neck.
>None of that mattered, you thought.
>If you could just finish the machine, then you could go back and fix everything.
>There was a fire in your soul that couldn’t be quelled.
>Every turn of your wrench became harder and harder but drove you on more and more as you put in what you believed to be the last bolt.
>Well, that was it.
>A retrofitted time machine, which looked more like a steel plated plasma ball with a few extra lights than anything else, sat ominously on your desk, just...waiting.
>You wondered if it would even work.
>If it did, why would you even be thinking about it?
>You should have gone back in time and realized it worked, so none of this would have happened in the first place.
>But then, everything needed a FIRST time. At some point, some version of you would have had to flip the switch and go back.
>Perhaps this was that time? You would be the pioneer Twilight?
>Or since you were messing with time, the first versions wouldn’t matter, since once time was distorted, it would surely affect every version.
>Oh to Hell with it.
>You checked your watch, marked the time carefully, extended your finger, and flipped the on switch.

>>28424718

>The machine roared to life.
>Electricity started racing through the sphere atop it, heating up the glass to the point where it melted.
>Bursts of power shot through the room, finding the walls and the computers and frying them.
>Papers caught fire right away and set everything non-metal ablaze.
>You covered your eyes as the lights glowed brighter to blinding levels of intensity.
>Then it all just stopped.
>Fear ran through your body.
>It could have been playing a trick on you.
>Once you pulled your arms down, it would send a lightning bolt right through your brain.
>Well...it could have.
>You don’t know.
“Don’t be a pussy,” you muttered and ever so slowly put your arms down at your sides.
>The room was normal.
>The glass sphere was intact and shining in the light just as it was before you turned it on.
“Moment of truth.”
>You looked at your watch.
>The second hand had moved back ten spaces.
>You…
>You did it.
>You actually did it.
>You, Twilight Motherfucking Sparkle, invented time travel.
>What a momentous occasion.
>You weren’t just making history, you were REmaking history.
“I’m a genius,” you shouted at the top of your lungs. “Joey, flip your fucking coin because I’m the new Time Wizard! WOO!”
>Oh fucking lord! You needed to celebrate!
“Where’s the booze?”
>In the kitchen.
>No, wait, drinking alone is pathetic.
>You’re not pathetic, you’re a time traveller.
>That’s like the coolest thing ever.
>You don’t drink alone, you drink with friends.
>Judging by the fact that Anonymous would be a total downer, you picked up the phone and dialed Discord’s number.
>The phone rang once, then twice, and then clicked when he picked it up.
>”If this is the IRS again, I’m told you I’m not here.”
“The IRS doesn’t make house calls.”
>”They don’t? Oh… Well, I’ve made an enormous mistake then. BORIS, FREEZE THE ACCOUNTS!”
“Discord, shut up. I have to tell you something amazing.”
>”Do tell!”

>>28424723

>You opened your big purple mouth and spewed all the juicy detail about your fucking time machine.
>How you went back in time ten entire seconds, how you’re a time traveller, and how you’re basically the smartest person in the universe.
>”Wow! Do you know what this means?”
“I can fix ever--”
>”We can go see Babe Ruth call his shot in person!”
“What? No.”
>”Twilight, you have to get over here right away. We’re going to drink all damn night and then we’re going to watch baseball with a hangover.”
“That sounds like a huge waste of time.”
>”What’s it matter? You can just undo it now!”
“Discord, I like the way you think.”
>You slammed the phone down on the receiver and locked up your lab tighter than a nun’s snatch in Fort Knox.
>You found your coat and zoomed out of the house.
>It was sunset, so the sky looked to be alive with fire.
>Your eyes stayed glued to the scene until you made it to your car, hopped in, and sped off.
>On your way there, you passed a few hobos sitting on the side of the street with their dumpster fires.
>You grabbed several stacks of cash you always kept in your glove compartment and threw them out the window at the group.
>Not like you needed money from the present anymore.
>Discord’s home in question happened to be a ten story building surrounded on all sides by warehouses to give it some privacy.
>He was standing out front, waving frantically.
>You slammed the brakes and stopped the car dead in its tracks.
>After turning it off and getting out, you ran over to him and gave the man a big hug.
>”Oh, Twilight, I’m so proud of you!”
>He was warm and firm, like a father congratulating their kid on getting their first trophy for the school science fair. Well, not that you’d know what that felt like. You would like to imagine it felt like that though.

>>28424729

>He took you inside and went up to the fifth floor where his private study was.
>It was a grand room with an atrocious color scheme that did not match at all.
>One wall was zebra striped, one was polka dotted, one had sunshine and rainbows, and one was just plain white.
>Absolutely disgusting.
>Still though, the fireplace looked welcoming.
>It had a roaring blaze set up and guarded by a fire cage.
>A few feet away from that were two beanbag chairs, a plaid blanket, and a big plate of finger sandwiches.
“A picnic,” you laughed.
>”Well, the closest I could get to one on such short notice.”
“It’s perfect.”
>You both sat down in your appropriate bean bags: purple for you, and brown for him.
>”So,” he said, taking a little treat off the plate. “Tell me all about this wonderful creation of yours.”
“Well, I wouldn’t call it wonderful.”
>”Then what would you say?”
“Amazing. Groundbreaking. Revolutionary.”
>”Alright, then tell me about your groundmazingtionary machine.”
“Well,” you started. “I can only go back ten seconds so far, but I believe that to be a limit of the power. With a larger source, I bet I could go back as far as I wanted.”
>”Like to Babe Ruth?”
“Yes, like to Babe Ruth.”
>”Sweet.”

>>28424734

>So you talked as the fire went down and the sun dipped below the horizon.
>You told him all about the struggles of developing the damn thing and how much he inspired you over time.
>In fact, you thought about naming the machine after him.
>”I’m flattered, but I couldn’t accept. Name it after the creator.”
“Nope. It was your idea.”
>”You’re absolutely right it was my idea. But still, you made it.”
>He grabbed a few logs from next to the hearth and threw them in over the fire cage, giving the flames more food.
>As night descended upon the land, and the lights had yet to be turned on, the fire was the only source of light in the room.
>Its red glow illuminated Discord, accenting his sharp features.
>”So, Twilight, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about. I think it’s very important that I get this out of the way.”
“What is it?”
>”Well, I--”
>Discord was interrupted by one of his henchmen walking into the room.
>”Sir, we need to get you out of here right now!”
>”Um, excuse me?”
>”There’s some hitman making his way here! He’s already on the second floor! We need to get you to the saferoom now!”
>”Can’t you see I’m busy? Tell him to wait.”
>”I...I don’t think it works like that.”
>”Did you even try?”
>”No, sir.”
>”Weeeeell?”
>”I...I’ll go...ask him to wait.”
>You gave Discord a smack on the head.
“Discord, if there’s someone here trying to kill you, you need to go.”
>”But my story!”
“You can tell me after.”
>He gave an overly dramatic groan and pulled himself up.
>With a weak kick, he toppled the plate of sandwiches.
>”Fine. But you’re coming with me. It’s so boring up there.”
>You nodded.
“I can do that.”

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>>28422822

>>28424740

>You followed him through the halls and up the next five floor of the building until you came to a big metal door.
>He got close to a panel of buttons and screens and opened one eye as large as it could go.
>A light shot out from the screen and went right into his eye.
>”Identified. Discord. Please enter. Have a nice day,” it spoke in a robotic tone.
>”She digs me.”
“Whatever.”
>The door creaked and slid open.
>You could really get a look at how tough it was.
>The damn thing was at least five inches thick.
“What’s this door made of?”
>”Solid steel.”
“Jesus Christ.”
>You entered after him, and once you did so, the door closed.
>The so called safe room was a very wide and spacious room with no windows.
>There were also several tables set up, covered with guns ranging from regular guns to tranq guns to even tasers.
>Up on the pale yellow wall on the right side of the room, about fifteen feet from the door, was a computer screen.
>It had a great number of little stick figures, most of which had a glowing red heart in the center of them.
“What is this?”
>”This is my minion screen. Each of those people represents one of my men.”
“Why do some of them have hearts and not others?”
>”Why do you think?”
“Oh.”
>As you said that, a few more hearts went out.
>”Damn, I liked Jimmy.”
>You furrowed your brow as more and more people died while whatever monster was rampaging up to the tenth floor.
“Discord, who would want to kill you?”
>”My mom, probably.”
“I mean enough to send a hitman.”
>”Oh. So yeah, my mom.”
“Discord!”
>”Ok, ok. Jeez, just trying to lighten the mood here.”
>You tapped your foot in aggravation as he stroked his beard, thinking of a response.
>”The russians? Or maybe the fake IRS? It could also be the vietnamese. You know those gooks hold a nasty grudge. Hmm...I suppose it might even be the Irish after I poisoned their potato farm.”
“You what?”
>”It’s a long story.”

>>28424747

>The floor shook with the sound of an explosion.
>Fifteen hearts went out.
>”Or maybe it’s...nah, it couldn’t be. Weeeeeell it might be. No, it’s not. Actually, now that I think about it--”
“Discord, who are you thinking of?”
>”You might know them, come to think of it.”
“Who?”
>”Hold on. I can’t just give you that answer without a little buildup. Why don’t you sit down over here?”
>He gestured to a set of purple arm chairs.
>After plotting himself down in one, he pat the arm of the other for you.
“This is serious.”
>”All work and no play makes Twilight a dull girl.”
>You rolled your eyes and sat down beside him.
“Now will you tell me what’s going on here?”
>”Yes. In just a minute. The springs seem to be delayed.”
“What springs?”
>With a grunt, he kicked the side of your chair.
>Instantly, from the arms came out clamps that closed around your wrists and biceps.
>On the foot of the chair, you found your legs locked in place too.
“What the hell? Discord, what’s this?”
>”Insurance.”
>You raised an eyebrow.
>”Now, how about I tell you a little story about my time in the war?”
“I thought you said you lied about that.”
>”I did say that. Anyway, it was back in World War III. Well, not exactly. Kind of. It will make sense in a bit. So anyway, I told you I was a scientist, right?”
“No.”
>”Oh. Well, I was a scientist in my early years. I had become fascinated with the idea of infinite power. Who wouldn’t be, right? So the war breaks out and I think to myself ‘Discord old chum, you’ve been at this for thirty years and you still haven’t figured it out yet’. I pack my things up and I go before the president. You know what I said? I told him I could win this war for him if I had time and money.”
“I don’t understand.”
>”Shut up. It’s storytime.”

>>28424757

>He leaned back in his chair and stroked his beard.
>”I joined the ASDD.”
“The American Scientific Defense Division?”
>”Precisely!”
“But that was shut down long before the start of World War III.”
>”I did say kind of, didn’t I? Now, like I also said, shut the fuck up. Where was I? Ah, yes. I joined the ASDD. I was given a full crew to work with and more money than I knew what to do with. I even had my own assistant. She was such a nice girl. We got along well. As the war raged on for the next ten years, we made a breakthrough. Only, well, it wasn’t the breakthrough I was hoping for.”
>You looked to the computer screen and saw that two thirds of the hearts had gone out.
>You began to sweat thinking about who could be doing that.
>”We learned something. Something...amazing. Something that would completely reshape our understanding of reality. This would have made all our greatest discoveries--all our farthest leaps in philosophy--all look like baboons playing in their own filth. It would have been the start of a brand new age, Twilight. All my work...forty years of my life were finally made worth it. I was so happy. You know how that feels, right? To do something so utterly amazing, to finally succeed where you had failed time and time again?”
>You nodded.
>”Well, my assistant chose that time to have a crisis of morality. She claimed that what we had uncovered was too great for humans to understand. I begged her to reconsider but then she BROKE IT! SHE SMASHED IT TO PIECES RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME! MY ENTIRE LIFE’S WORK! EVERYTHING I HAD BEEN BUILDING MYSELF UP TO--GONE IN A FLASH!”
>You shrunk back into the chair at the sudden change in his tone.
>He took a few seconds to collect himself.
>After clearing his throat, he stood up from the chair and took a few steps ahead of you.
>”So, do you know what I did?”
“N-no.”

>>28424763

>”I made her think everything was fine. I told her I understood what she meant and that she did the right thing. I balled up and I told the president that our work had gone nowhere and that it was all my fault. I made amends with her, and we were the best of friends for a good while.”
“Really?”
>”Yep. She was on the top of the world. Nothing could have been better. And then,” he suddenly grabbed his neck and shook, choking and coughing.
>When that little display was over, he gave a little chuckle and slicked his hair back.
>”I strangled her.”
“Discord...why?”
>”You know exactly why. You learned it when you killed John Smith. Revenge isn’t true revenge unless you really make them hurt. You made John fear. You made him understand he had no options left but death by your hand. I made her think her life was perfect before the big reveal. Imagine how that must have felt. My methods are similar, but a little different.”
>He walked to one of the tables and picked up two things: a gun and a cane.
>”So then I strangled her.”
“You already said that.”
>”No, but I did it again. And again, and again, and again, and again, and again…”
“What do you mean?”
>”Oh, Twilight, do I have to spell it out for you?”
>He whipped around, slamming the cane on the floor and putting the gun on his hip.
>”That woman, the girl who ruined my life...it was you.”

>>28424766

>Your eyes widened.
>What...what was he saying?
>”Well, sort of you. You, but not you. It was you, but just like with World War III, it was...different versions of you.”
>Different versions?
>”You remember all my jokes about multiverse theory?”
“I...yes.”
>He raised his eyebrows up and down, grinning.
“You don’t mean…”
>”Ding ding ding! We’ve got a winner! Wow, that one took you a while.”
>Your mind was racing.
>Your chest heaved as you began to breath faster.
>Discord...he was…
>”When we first completed the machine, we saw wondrous things, Twilight. Imagine the night sky, but so much closer, and so much more...vast. For every thing that happens, an infinite number of universes are created where that same thing happened an infinite number of different ways. Infinities after infinities. Do you know that old give-a-monkey-a-typewriter thing? Well, it’s kind of like that. Anything you can imagine, there’s a universe for it. There’s a universe where you and I are having this conversation except we’re three feet tall. Another one where I’m a six-headed purple dragon. There’s even one where you and I are having this very conversation, except instead of six-headed, I said seven-headed. I bet you my bottom dollar there’s a universe out there where our entire exchange is just words on paper, or maybe a computer screen. What if our entire lives are just stories on the internet? Boy, that sure sucks to think about, huh?”
>He kept talking, but you could only register every other word.
>Almost the entirety of your brainpower was devoted to combing over every conversation you ever had with him.
>Was he like this all along?
>Did he just go insane somewhere down the road?

>>28424772

>When did…
>Wait.
“Were you...were you the…”
>”Come on, Twilight. Say it. Was I the traitor? Was I the one who turned Sunset against you and blew up the boat? Why, yes. Yes I was.”
“No...no, that’s impossible. It was...it was John. I killed John Smith because he blew up the boat!”
>”Hmm, let me think about that one. Naaah, I’m pretty sure you killed an innocent man.”
“B-but he was the only one that went in the engine room!”
>”You left me alone for six hours. What did you think I was doing?”
>Your heart sunk to the very bottom of your chest.
>”You know, it’s funny. Out of all the Twilights I’ve met, you’re the only one who has had the nerve to kill someone. Not just kill, but as coldly and efficiently as myself. Props to you!”
“No! No, it was John! I didn’t kill my friend for nothing!”
>”Twilight, oh my god! I LIED! Wooooow big surprise there!”
“Stop it!”
>”Stop it! That’s what you sound like. Think real hard about this for a minute. What was his motivation? Why could he possibly want you dead?”
“I...I don’t…”
>”You don’t have an answer? Maybe that’s because there isn’t one. Damn, he really trusted you too. Imagine how he felt seeing his best friend pointing an arrow at him after destroying everything he loved. Sucks to be him.”
>You shook your head hard.
“No! No! No! This isn’t happening. This isn’t real!”
>In your motions, you caught a glimpse of the computer screen.
>The last heart had gone out.
>Suddenly, there was a bang on the door.
>Your head whipped up and locked onto it.
>The hitman was there.
>”It seems like our guest has arrived.”
>”DISCOOOOORD! IF YOU THINK THIS DOOR IS GOING TO KEEP YOU SAFE FROM ME, YOU’VE GOT ANOTHER THING COMING!”
>You knew that voice.
“Don’t tell me…”
>”Come on, what else do you expect at this point?”
“Discord, no…”

>>28424781

>The door echoed with blow after blow of rage-fueled punches.
>”Wow, would you listen to that? He’s really going at it.”
>You weren’t even shocked.
>No, you couldn’t be.
>Whatever part of your brain that registered surprise was fried.
>All there was was...disbelief.
>”Wait for it.”
>Suddenly the steel door ripped off its hinges.
>It whistled as it sailed through the room, narrowly missing Discord and crashing into the wall a few feet away.
>In the doorway stood, coated with enough blood and guts that made him seem oversized, was Anonymous.
>”Right on time,” shouted Discord gleefully.
>The once green man growled, grinding his teeth.
>”There you are, you son of a bitch…”
>”And a happy hello to you too!”
>Anonymous marched into the room, staring daggers at Discord.
>”I trusted you…”
>”Yeeeeah. Big mistake for you, huh?”
>He stopped and stood before Discord, looking down at him.
>They sized each other up.
>Discord gave a wry grin and broached the question: “So, how’s the bachelor life?”

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Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck I've been waiting for this moment for 5 months. You have no idea how upset I was when about halfway through, I remembered that the multiverse was already a thing in this thread and that it wouldn't be a unique route. I had to stay the course though. Also no, this isn't the end. I have some more updates left in me.

For anyone who is confused. wants to know more, or is wondering how they might have predicted this would happen if they followed the clues, I'll be answering all questions you have.

>>28424799
>Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck I've been waiting for this moment for 5 months.
Wow you are really committed to it

>>28424937
You bet your ass I am. I said I had everything planned out from the ball onward. This is the only greentext story I've written where I knew exactly where I wanted to take it and how I wanted it to get there. That gave me a lot of room to work with and some opportunities to set things up that I wouldn't have been able to if I were just writing thoughtlessly.

>>28424964
Congrats on getting there

>>28424723
>“I’m a genius,” you shouted at the top of your lungs. “Joey, flip your fucking coin because I’m the new Time Wizard! WOO!”
Well Twi, you are also a meme Wizard since you are still a virgin in your 30's.
I waited a lot of time to make that joke.

>>28424799
Even when John "was the traitor" things still didn't add up.
For example, why would he had messed up with the boat for it to explode like 6 hours later not even knowing if Twilight would be there? Or when and where did he met with Sunset?

>>28424799
On the trip, Discord was burying three pawns, they of course, represented the three guys that died on their way there.
That also around the time he decided to kill Innominate, right?

>>28425063
Thank you kindly.

>>28425145
Twilight is pure!
PURE
U
R
E

>>28425244
Yeah I knew there were some people I wasn't fooling with that. I didn't want it to be TOO convincing though because then the Discord reveal would look like I pulled a Shyamalan.

>>28425467
Spot on with burying the pawns. That was a pretty big hole for just some pawns though, wasn't it? I bet you could fit some people in there.

Also, no. Innominate was safe up until the church.

>>28425519
>Also, no. Innominate was safe up until the church.
In the island he was already thinking of killing her, though. Now that you mention it, it was only to lure Anon his mansion, right?

>>28425633
I meant safe as in she wasn't in immediate danger yet. Yes, Discord was thinking of killing her on the island. But then, he's been thinking about all of this for a loooong time.

>it was only to lure Anon his mansion, right
In part. There's also "Revenge isn’t true revenge unless you really make them hurt [...] I made her think her life was perfect before the big reveal. Imagine how that must have felt."

>>28425692
So, the man has a portal gun? As in he can move through dimensions and open portals to be in and out of places fast right? That's why he could pull off being a sneaky fuck, right? And also killing more Twilights.

>>28425774
Sorry m8, going to have to keep that one to myself for a bit.

>>28425774
That story sounds intresting
I might read it

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>>28425810
Man, this feels like Max Payne 2 all over again. I am so sorry Vlad.
I mean, I know I am supposed to hate Discord, but I just can't.

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"Give us your lunch money nerd"

Well my router is fucked so I wont be able to write that one shot its a good thing no one requested a idea for a story because now I am not dissapointing anyone :'^

>>28426094
This is why no one waifus you.

>>28426059
>Twilight is bullied her whole life
>Ha ha time for the friendship games
>She's been training for this
>Archery lv100
>Time for the obstacle course
>"Miss" and accidentally kill 6 people
>No more bullies
>Nobody does shit because Crystal Prep doesn't want to admit their students are murderers since that would be bad for press

>>28426102
We need another writefu poll. Didn't someone say they were going to get a spreadsheet?

>>28426112
/nst/ Writefu Awards themed green when

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>>28426112
Yup, that was me, I am a very busy man, though.

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>>28426059

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>>28426102

>>28426162
>Sour Sweet steals Twilight's research and wont admit it, and she even threaten Twilight when the researcher demands it. Twilight snaps even harder than Sour's mood swings.

>Indigo tracks Twilight's mysterious trips to Northen Forests after Sour Sweet's dissapearance. She managed to make Twilight confess under some beating, but she didnt expect the meek girl to retaliate so suddenly, and so forcefully

>Lemon Zest had to be the most unfortunate. She accidentally figured the password for Twilight's phone and went over the girl's secret diary of rampage. When Lemon throws the phone in disgust over some gory pictures of her schoolmates (Twilight kept them to ensure she dispose them correctly and completely) Twilight is already waiting by the door, with a boxcutter in hand.

>Sunny Flare and Sugarcoat just had to investigate the pleading text message from Lemon that she sent with a location still attached. They didnt remember much what happens when they arrived in a lone cabin by the Northen Forests, but once they wake up, they wont ever forget what Twilight are going to do to them.

>>28426265
>it saved as a thumbnail
Guess I am a extra shitty waifu

>>28426243
>That robot Twilight
Eyyy lmao

>>28426243
Who are the different writefus

>>28426494
>Urchin
>BBSA
>Jeff
>IceMan
>EqGWF
>Midzek

>>28426270
don't mess with SciTwi's research, or she'll leave you with a nasty scratch!

>>28426555
Trips confirm SciTwi don't fuck with no science haters.

Trips also confirm I'm going to stab you unless you give them to me. Hand over the get and nobody is hurt.

>>28426243
>voting
First we need a complete list of all the writefags.

Picking just one is going to be kind of hard, we ought to let people choose more than one inb4 2manywritefus.

Or we can go for a comedy option like "fuck/marry/kill"

>>28426593
Fuck JC marry Dot____ kill Jeff for constantly breaking my heart

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>>28426542
here we go again

>>28426613
Not if I kill you first, fucko >:^(

>>28426593
fuck MLBB, marry Mlbb, kill --MLBB-- (in that order)

>>28426629
You already did

>>28426651
Oh, s-sorry

>>28426651
>>28426656
now kiss

>>28426593
>Fuck EqGWF for that qt trap
>Marry Jeff
>Kill Jeff and get some nice insurance money

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>thigh gap

>>28426657
Ill kiss jeffchan

>>28426629
fite me irl!

>>28426243
I choose Sea "Man Out of Time" Urchin. Ez pz.
I mean, Jeff is my writefu, but I don't think he would be able to protect me.

>>28426243
Your confidence in me is extremely misplaced, but I'm flattered. My money's on BBSA or Urchin.

>>28426593
>Fuck Jeff, Marry BBSA, try to kill IceMan because... reasons? Not continuing Grim Twilight? Iunno, I don't hate anyone here enough to even consider it.

>>28426628
Hi Puff, how's life?

>>28426748
I could just throw random Partial Differential Equations problems at everyone until they get confused and give up. Or, uh... soothe them with the power of rock?

>>28426636
I did liked GhettoLight

>>28426808
When a man has a duty, he doesn't stop. You can throw all the equations you want at me. It won't save you. Whether I'm guarding or killing, I'm finishing the mission.

>>28426855
You might be underestimating the amount of equations I carry on my person.

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>>28426795
like dicks
after i finish this bottle of shampoo, im gonna envelop myself in a flag and jump from the angel of the independence while i shout "EKWIG IS A KEK"

how are you, fellow anon?

>>28426945
You underestimate how little I pay attention to math.

>>28426950
You better fucking hope that flag doesn't touch the ground when you jump or I swear to God...

>>28426950
wait a sec.... let me try something
cuck
c uck
c u c k
kek
lets see

>>28426829
t-thanks anon

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>>28426974
yeah i did fucked up

>>28426970
nah fuck you. im sleeping on it

>>28426996
>shitty not American flag
Oh that's cool then. I thought you meant you were going to wrap yourself up in the important flag.

Goodnight nst never change

>>28427018
Night, Anon. See you tomorrow.

>>28426945
How did you become such a sexy math-machine, Jeffo?

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>>28427017
>thinking im a landwhale oil stealer who thinks the name of a continent is my country

blegh. im not deffending this shithole but BLEGH

>>28427040
I want to cum inside Rainbow HHP

>>28427040
>You need to be a fat oil stealer to love your country
Having pride in your homeland is nothing to be frowned upon.

>>28426996
Puff I love you let me sleep with you

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>>28427052
yeah enjoy the rest of our oil until you join into the global crisis

>>28427046
>>28427056
aight, but it will cost you a lot

>>28427093
I'll pay any price. I just need to take out a loan.

>>28427093
I don't even care about oil. Oil isn't what made America great and oil isn't why it's worth fighting for. What matters is the idea that people from all walks of life can come here and struggle. They can fight day in and day out in pursuit of their dreams and one day, if they've worked hard enough, see it realized. They can have their voices heard and help to lead this country in a righteous direction and, if it veers off course, correct it. America isn't about oil. It isn't about money. It's about choice. I choose to love my country and, if the need arose, I'd choose to die for it.

>>28427121
>walks in
>gets called a land stealer, rapist and terrorist.

nah fuck you people. you have a big chunk of stealed land that soon will run out of resources
Go on and die for polithical problems that are not yours

>>28427040
>thinks the name of a continent is my country
assblasted hispanic detected

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>>28427207
boozeblasted my man

>>28427193
I think you mean colonized, claimed, and conquered. None of those are stealing. Also, America had incredible and vast resources that won't run out any time soon. Lastly, if you hate it so much, then don't bother coming here. You can't walk into someone's house, spit in their face, and then get upset when they give you the evil eye.

>>28427093
My money is yours, Puff.

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This country pride shit is kinda gay

Post alternative dykeshit

>>28427240
To be fair Mexico owned Texas before the war. How's that not walking into someone's house and spitting in their eyes if you call it "conquering" a sovereign nation's land? Literally annexing land that was already under another nation's ownership would be seen as a dick move universally, and has caused many wars in Europe.

>>28427429
I don't know how else to explain conquering to you. It seems lost on you.

>>28427947
>Calling it conquering makes it okay.
I guess Hitler was right then.

>>28427121
Oh, please, anon, we both know America has been creating their own problems for decades. Al-Qaeda, ISIS, the anti-american sentiment in South America, those are all things the US government created. Some of the wars they started were either for oil or to take indirect control of an area through a dictator.
I love the American people, but your government's have always been putting their noses in places that will end up biting back.

>>28427993
The government has done some nasty things for various reasons like every other government around the world throughout all of history. The key word there is government. Politicians are, on average, greedy and corrupt. They are also fleeting. The words if man will fade with time. The spirit of a nation lives on. I don't love my leaders, I love my country. I can see that difference. I really hope you can too. Wherever you live, Anon, don't hate it because of its leaders. Hate it for different reasons or love it because you believe in what it was built on.

>>28427972
I didn't say it was right. I said it wasn't stealing. Theres a difference.

>>28428043
See this is the issue I take with you, different anon by the way. Number one, countries as a whole are bullshit and evidence of humanities failings, though I wouldnt suggest a one world nation any time soon with how retarded we are. The thing about those corrupt politicians, you wouldn't be able to do shit about them if their leadership suddenly changes to other people. they'd still act exactly the way they are. People rage about socialism in this country, and put buisness before everything, even other peoples lives, and for the most part from the poor to the rich half the country would rather see people die in the streats than a dime of their tax money go to helping people, say, pay for food or hospital bills. The american dream which people suck the dick of is a win the lottery type scam, odds are you will never make it big here, but on your way you can and will develop the attitude that you are better than other people and its everyman for himself and fuck those guys you got yours. That's how buisness works. sure theres some more philamthropist buisness type practices, but do you know what the law still says? if you don't try to make the most money possible for the shareholders your ass is getting a lawsuit. you will be gillatined in this country for making a moral decision over a financial one no matter how many other people it ruins.

It happened back in the civil war period, and its happening now still. buisness and government are inseprable because of the american dream and the centralization of the state. We created this monster, its not the fault of some far away faggot.

>>28427240
>killing someone and taking their stuff isn't stealing.
see. this is a perfect example of the shitty attitude our culture has instilled on you. and yet you wonder why there are a bunch of people in government who are doing just that that you're tyring to pin as extra bad compared to all of us. theyre not. you made them.

>>28428127
>countries as a whole are bullshit and evidence of humanities failings
I quite disagree. Civilization is the only reason humans became great. Do you think we'd be any better off without them? Look around Africa for those still surviving tribes. Look at the one island off India with the hermits. All of them had 40,000 years of being human to develop something and without a civilization, the most they came up with was some tents and campfire stories. Civilization encourages people to better themselves for the good of themselves, their people, and their land. That's, in part, where progress comes from.
>People rage about socialism in this country
And there's a good reason for that.
>and put buisness before everything, even other peoples lives
A jaundiced account. You're looking at the biggest examples and calling it the whole. Wall Street isn't the whole of American business. There's more to the country than New York and California.
>half the country would rather see people die in the streats than a dime of their tax money go to helping people, say, pay for food or hospital bills
Now that's just a blatant lie. The fact that we still get politicians (remember them?) in office that push for these kinds of things is because people elect them. The reason this whole debate is even a thing is because there are people that believe in it. An enormous number of Americans believe in putting tax money towards those programs. Some people want all of it to go there, some people want some, and some people don't want any. You can't make a blanket "half the country wants people to die" statement like that. It's toxic thinking like that that poisons the idea pool and makes people blind with hatred much like yourself.
>The american dream which people suck the dick of is a win the lottery type scam
You're entitled to your opinion.

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>>28428188
>odds are you will never make it big here
That may be true, but at least you have a chance. Besides, if having the most money at the end of the day is your goal, you're just as corrupt as you claim everyone else is.
>but on your way you can and will develop the attitude that you are better than other people
I don't think that attitude is a bad one in itself. When people take it to the extreme and become so full of themselves they they become this horrible monster of a man you're painting a picture of, then yes, that's a bad thing. The average joe attitude though? No. Having a little pride is healthy. For example, I know I'm better than you.
>gillatined in this country for making a moral decision over a financial one no matter how many other people it ruins
Funny you should mention that because there are laws in place to help ensure that businesses don't ruin people by making decisions purely to rake in more money.
>buisness and government are inseprable
I agree with you to an extent. I don't think it's business so much as the fancy suit Wall Street business. I think it's politicians who can't help themselves when someone holds a nice wad of cash in front of their face and says "vote this way for me". Clinton is a wonderful example of that type of corruption and greed.
>because of the american dream
And now we're back to disagreeing.
>We created this monster, its not the fault of some far away faggot
I never said it was someone else's fault the government has become the way it has. I don't know why you would even include that.

You have very strong views, Anon. It's sad that you've become so spiteful. You look at the world with lens of hate and you only see evil. If you stopped for just a second and looked at the world for what it truly is, you'd see that you're right in a lot of places, that some people are true monsters, but that on average, there's good in people. America is a big place. Not everyone can be sour.

>>28428188
>I quite disagree. Civilization is the only reason humans became great.
you're retarded. see the species of ants that doesn't fight eachother and has formed a world nation of it's own
>and theirs good reason for it
that attitude has consiquences.
>a jaundiced account
that is the whole truth you denialist scumbag. this isn't a wall street thing at all you moron, we've been doing this since america has been a country. but you could care less about those fucking chinks that died because they were worked on a railroad in terrible conditions and with little food. their strike was broken by cruel men and that was all before the telivision. That shit was going on everywhere. Look how we praise figures like thomas edison, when he's nothing more than a corporate asshole who overworked his staff trying every filament so he could take all the credit. People don't reward based on teams. They reward a sole figure, either themselves, or someone they see as at least in part, themselves, wheather its views or interests.

>is because people elect them
wow dumbass, it's almost like you don't understand that to elect someone you half to have at least half the country.

I can make that statment, because american politics is polarized you moron. there is no middle ground allowed in this country politically. Moderate parties get less than 5 % of the whole vote.

>You're entitled to your opinion.
its fact dumbass, welcome to the way money works, you can't all become big millionairs or the value of the dollar will go down and you wont be rich anymore.

>that may be true but at least you have the chance
the chance antirevolutionists said people would rather have back in 1776. They would rather imagine the possibility of being rich as within their feet than face the reality of being poor. They would be better off to give up that dream, because it involves living at the expense of others, and as a whole, is not sustainable. It's like a form of communism in its own right.

>>28428214
ben franklin wasn't poor, nor where most of the "Self made men" we champion as examples of the scam. they had enormous wealth and influence compared to the poor fuckers who went off to work in factories 14 hours a day to die a miserable death with little money.

>I don't think that attitude is a bad one in itself.
then you are wrong. learn how psychology and entitlement works.

>Funny you should mention that because there are laws in place to help ensure that businesses don't ruin people by making decisions purely to rake in more money.
which doesn't exist because buisnesses are allowed to bribe and create dummy positions in the government to secure most of what they want. And usually those measures stay in place because other buisness will fight them for it. like imagine americas most corrupt organization. insurance, the queen of giving no fucks about people dying in the street, would think if corps had to stop offering so many benefits? Every rule you see that benefits the little guy only exists because it benefits someone powerful's pocketbook.

> I don't think it's business so much as the fancy suit Wall Street business.
you mean the buisness that now encorporates most of american buisness? do you not understand how more and more companies are being swept up into larger corporations?
I bet you're a trump fag too, because you singled out hitlery, as if shes some kind of shining example. and not the guy who, while all politicians are trash I'm sorry, he is, litterally puts his name all over his own buildings after making hot shot talk about fixing a whole city (lol, now hes moving on to fix the whole country too), when his casinos did shit all, and he had to sell them to someone else.

>and now were back to disagreeing
no, now you're back to being wrong.

>I never said it was someone elses fault
you implied it factually, by conveying your attitude that the actions of the government could not be held against the people of this country, which is false

>>28428188
Not him but countries and civilization are two different things.
Countries only serve to divide the world, while civilization is something good that can create wonderful things.

>>28428245
>you're retarded
Wow buddy, let's keep it civil here. I didn't attack you.
>see the species of ants that doesn't fight eachother and has formed a world nation of it's own
Ok let's get one thing clear here. Humans aren't ants. We just aren't. In fact, except for a few well placed body parts, we're not at all similar. Humans are social animals whereas ants are eusocial insects. To put that into perspective, it's like having a group of friends that can perform a task with some cooperation vs a team of slaves that don't even have the mental capacity to understand they're slaves. Quite different.
>that attitude has consiquences.
In extreme forms, potentially. I have no issue with the government using some of our money to help those in need. I have a problem with the government taking more than it needs to to fuel a rotting system. I don't know what la-la land you live in, but where I'm from, I've seen people abuse the system and get all the help in the world when they didn't need any. I've seen people who need assistance denied it by the very people that are supposed to aid them. I've seen enough and read enough to know that there's an overwhelming number of people who get away with taking more help than they need. That's not a system you should be supporting and it's not one you should be crucifying people for opposing. That's light socialism though. Very light. You want real socialism? Move to Nazi Germany, Soviet Russia, Cuba, anywhere Che Guevara touched, North Korea, and all number of places in Africa. If you want just regular strong socialism, go to Europe. I hear they're great this time of year.
That was a joke, by the way. Europe sucks.
>that is the whole truth you denialist scumbag
Wew

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>>28428330
>but you could care less about those fucking chinks that died because they were worked on a railroad in terrible conditions and with little food
You're making a lot of incorrect assumptions about me. I suggest you keep from making those kinds of attacks because a whole different debate that you don't want to get into.
>wow dumbass, it's almost like you don't understand that to elect someone you half to have at least half the country.
No, that's pretty much exactly what I said. You need around half (it can be more or less depending on what you're voting on) to elect someone. That means that around half of people who go to vote believe in those expanded government programs. There are a lot of people who don't vote. You can use the internet and news outlets to get a picture of what those people believe.
>because american politics is polarized you moron
Yes and no. You have the republicans and the democrats, but those are more just jars that all the spices sit in. You can have communists, lazy people, hard working people, libertarians, fascists, and everything else under a few parties. Bernie Sanders is a self identified socialist and he came within a breadth of getting the democrat nomination.
>its fact dumbass, welcome to the way money works, you can't all become big millionairs or the value of the dollar will go down and you wont be rich anymore
That's not where we disagreed. I don't think the American dream is as bad as you think it is.
>They would rather imagine the possibility of being rich as within their feet than face the reality of being poor
The revolution was about so much more than a few fat cats wanting to make it big.
>They would be better off to give up that dream
Any dream worth having is worth pursuing and never letting go of.
>because it involves living at the expense of others, and as a whole, is not sustainable
In your world, yes. In the real world? Not so much.

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>>28428330
I am >>28427993 I really don't know why people like socialism, it sounds good in theory but in practice you only have poor people and retarded politicians.
I should know, I am from Argentina, a country that has been socialist for like 12 years, it will take a lot of time to recover from the damage done, but Argentina has good resources. I also believe in the little man in your country, I just despise your government and everything it has done.

>>28428367
>It's like a form of communism in its own right
Wow. Holy cow. You're so utterly wrong I can't even believe it. Do you know what communism is? Are you pulling my leg right here?
>then you are wrong. learn how psychology and entitlement works
After you learn how communism works.
On a more serious note, I really do think it's funny you claim that sort of attitude is unhealthy in small amounts when you've been displaying it this whole time. Furthermore, I think you know about as much about psychology as I do if the rest of your posts are anything to go by. As for entitlement, once again, we come back to you. How about you carry yourself with a little more pride instead of whining about how everyone else thinks they're better than you?
>I bet you're a trump fag too
No, I'm not. I don't like the guy very much myself. That said, I will go vote for him. He is a far greater alternative to Hillary. Yes, she is a shining example of corruption and greed and everything that is vile about people. She's a legitimately evil force and anything Trump could do short of going on television and murdering 6 people wouldn't make me vote for her.
>litterally puts his name all over his own buildings
Yes, and? Why shouldn't he?
>when his casinos did shit all, and he had to sell them to someone else
I never said anything about his business skills. Hell, I never said anything about Trump. You're the one bringing him up and trying to devalue my arguments. How's it feel knowing it didn't work?
>no, now you're back to being wrong
According to you.
>you implied it factually
Can I have your sources on that?
>by conveying your attitude that the actions of the government could not be held against the people of this country
Can I have your sources on that too?
>which is false
I'll need some for this as well. I never said any of that and I sure didn't imply it. You seem to be taking it from my posts but for the life of me, I can't figure out how.

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>>28428385
I agree. I think our government is corrupt and full of liars and selfish assholes who don't think about the voters they deceive when they make decisions. I just understand the difference between a government and the principles that a nation was founded on and the spirit that still burns within it.

woah I never knew /nst/ was so anti-american

>>28428507
We aren't.
Not that much at least, I only hate the government not the people. It was also one anon who is probably American who hates his country and Puff who at least has a valid reason to hate it.

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>>28427032
Through pain.

>>28415186 (I'll have a pastebin up for this soon, but for now, the old thread should still be up.)
>Twilight giggles, doing a little twirl as she waits for the song to start
>"You're *d-definitely* going to look like an idiot."
>She places her palms against the railing, leaning on her arms and using her biceps to squish her non-existent cleavage together
>"B-but that's part of the fun! Here, I c-can put you on beginner mode. It's s-super easy. Just r-relax, go with it, and have fun. I p-promise..."
>She twirls her dangly lock of hair, winking
>"It won't be b-bad."
"Alright. But if I twist my ankle or worse on this stupid thing--"
>"Than I'll t-take you right to the hospital. After I f-finish laughing."
>She nudges you with her shoulder as you step onto the platform, but her meager weight ends up causing the gesture to backfire, and she rebounds off you, nearly losing her balance
>You raise an eyebrow, and Twilight pouts
>"S-shut up."
>She places her quarters into the machine, and the song starts

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2jC5WAJzp34

>Onscreen, vague humanoid figure appear in front of each of you, all of them glowing in digitized primary colors
>The mixed green and blue hues wash over the two of you, throwing soft, flickering contour-shadows over Twilight's body as she warms up, twirling in place and spinning her arms
>She looks so ridiculous yet, at the same time, so confident and so, dare you say it... cute?
>Your nervousness over playing this stupid game starts to abate, and you try your best to mimic her warmup motions
>When the dancing actually starts, though, you're completely unprepared
>A storm of colored arrows flashes by on Twilight's screen and she immediately begins to step in line with their pattern, even adding little flashy hand motions and the occasional twirl
>You have like one arrow every five seconds, and you're practically tripping over your own feet
>"D-don't think so much! Just m-move!"
"I'm trying!"

>>28428654
This Twi is cute and all but the stutter is driving me out of my mind.

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>>28428654
>Even though she's out of breath from so much dancing, Twilight still manages to laugh at you
>You end up trying to hit both the right and left arrow with the opposite legs, ending up doing some sort of awkward crossed-knees pose
>When the next up arrow comes, you don't have time to uncross them
>Instead, you attempt a clumsy Michael Jackson-esque half-turn, stomping the up button with your heel
>Twilight cheers
>In spite of yourself, you feel kinda cool

>When the song winds down, you're both sweaty and breathless
>Twilight pulls out two more quarters
>"Again?"
"Where do you keep getting those?"
>She grins
>"I'm a r-regular."
>The two of you launch into the next song, and you even ask Twilight to crank it up to whatever level comes after "beginner" this time
>"You sure?"
"I'm always up for a challenge."
>"Heh, alright. I'm l-looking forward to this..."
"Really digging the lack of confidence."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A7NapIkIiIk

>You don't even get a chance to make more snappy remarks
>The next songs starts, and the two of you are moving again
>When the songs ends, Twilight starts another, and another, and another
>You even start to get into it, trying to mimic her extra showy motions, waving your hands, and grooving your shoulders along to the mid-2000's dance hits
>Gradually, you start to lose sense of time, and the songs begin to blend into each other, becoming on long series of thumping bass drums, strobe lights, and sweat

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>>28428696
>You almost feel like you could have gone on like that forever
>However, after what feels like dozens of songs have gone by, Twilight finally slips up
>Her foot lands badly on the left arrow, slipping out from under her
>She goes pitching backwards, conveniently slamming right into you
>You wrap your arms around her, trying to keep her from hitting the ground
>She knocks you back into the safety rail, and the two of you sink down onto the platform together, her in your lap
>You're surprised by just how... *dense* she is
>Doesn't feel like anything like the pudgy nerd-girl you expected
>Despite the lack of weight, she feels surprisingly strong all across her body, not just concentrated in her hands
>So either she's had some pretty intense fap sessions, or DDR is a better workout than you thought
>Or... well, you're not sure what else, and you don't get a chance to think through it
>Twilight starts to giggle, too exhausted to get off you, and you're too beat down to push her away
>Besides, this isn't bad
>"T-that was awesome. You did really well!"
"Hah. Same to you. You play this a lot."
>"Yeah. I come here a l-lot, because..."
>She coughs
>"You know... n-not much else to do."
"Yeah..."
>You scratch at the back of your head, becoming more and more away of her weight pressing against your thighs
>Holding her doesn't actually feel too bad
"I mean, if you'd be cool with it, I could come hang out with you more often. I like this place, it's super cool."
>"Y-yeah?"
>Twilight smiles up at you, the light from the DDR turning the blush on her cheeks purple, then green, then a deep blue
>"I'd really like that. Thanks."
>She adjusts her position, glancing over at the exist
>"You want me to, um... g-get us something to drink?"

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>>28428794
"Oh, yeah, sure. Thanks."
>Twilight forces herself to stand, leaning heavily on the railing
>She staggers out towards the lobby of the arcade, out of the darkened game room
>You sit up, your head spinning from a mixture of exhaustion and emotional confusion
>You're actually starting to like being around her
>Which really begs the question, what was going on back at dinner?
>And, if you hang out with her, are you going to have to see that side more?
>Twilight reappears, carrying a clear glass bottle in each hand
>Only when she sits next to you can you read the labels
"Smirnoff Ice? Isn't this stuff alcoholic?"
>"Y-yeah, I guess. Why?"
"How'd you get this?"
>"We're the only ones h-here. I just took it."
"Wait, what? The only ones here? How?"
>Twilight just shrugs
>"I t-told you, I'm pretty much the only business they get here. They just kind of let me stay as long as I want."
"That's... weird. But cool."
>You reach for the bottle in Twilight's left hand
>"A-ah! No, here, this one's for you."
>She pushes the one in her right hand towards you instead
"Huh?"
>"I, um..."
>She glances at the bottle she kept from you
>"I already d-drank out of this one. It'd be gross."
"Gross? You didn't seem like someone to care about gross. But I guess I wouldn't want to catch that cold you've got."
>"C-cold?"
"Yeah. Your voice has sounded super raspy all night. Seems like a cold to me."
>"O-oh, yeah! That's it. I've been a bit sick, and I'd feel r-really bad if you got sick too."

>>28428385
>>28428492
you people are so fucking stupid.
Socialism is the thing, imperfect as it is, that gives you control over those selfish assholes and liars, capitalism and laz fier bullshit just makes it easier for them to do what they do.

>>28428534
in other words you're a retard who doesn't understand that the government is the way it is because it's a reflection of the culture the people have adopted

>>28428928
Or maybe because its because its run by bigass corporations who just want more shekels

>>28428432
you sure as hell did, the rest of your post is wrong too. you're a dumbass, and you're too stupid to understand the simple facts; Buisness rules this country, your shitty prideful and sneering attitude to anyone not you makes you complicit in it. you fucking hypocritical liar is what you are, you made it clear you think murdering someone and taking their shit is not theft, that's exactly what happened to those chinese people. they got exploited and had death held over their heads for demanding to be treated like real people during their labor, and not cotton picking southern slaves.

Your inability with trump to process that he's a corrupt shit head sell out that constantly peddles quick fixes and then abandons any project he starts when it gets just a little tough, nor is he willing to make any compramises on where he manufactures things for the good of this country because it would be more expensive for him, shows that hes nothing more than a fucking sell out, which is exactly what hitlery is. the very idea that you don't understand that just because hitlery has been doing this longer doesn't mean theyre not the exact same kind of person is contemptable. if you had any sense at all you would vote for neither, because a vote for either of them is fucking wasted.

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>>28428836
>She lets out a nervous chuckle, pressing the bottle into your hands
"Hah, thanks. But yeah. For being sick, you can really dance. That was super awesome to watch."
>Thirsty from exertion, you drain half the bottle in one go
>It has a bizarre taste mixed in with the lemon, but you assume that's just the alcohol
>Twilight's eyes go wide
"You alright?"
>"Y-yeah! You, um... uh..."
>She glances at the half-empty bottle
"What? Was I not supposed to drink it that fast?"
>"N-no! I'm just, uh..."
>She starts to fidget with the collar of her shirt, licking her lips
>"I'm r-really happy you liked my dancing. I've never gotten to show that to anyone."
"Hah, yeah. It was insanely cool. You think you could teach me to move like that?"
>"Oh, definitely. We're gonna be hanging out here a lot more often, after all."
>She's starting to shake now, sweat that has nothing to do with dancing building on her forehead
"Twilight? You sure you're okay?"
>"Yeah. Perfectly fine!"
>Despite how bad she's shaking, she's not stuttering anymore
>Weird
>Maybe it's like an inverse thing?
>Wait, why are you so focused on her stutter all of a sudden?
>You raise your hand to your head, surprised to find you're sweating as badly as Twilight is
>The glass in your hand turns inside out, but no liquid spills out
>Wait, no, it still looks the same
>Does it?
>The arcade's light has become prismatic and semi-solid, dripping down in puddles of colored wax onto your hands
"Uh, Twi... how strong is the alcohol in this? I feel really weird."
>Twilight folds her hands in her lap, a shaky, excited grin spreading across her lips
>"It's gonna be okay, Anon."
>She takes your hand in hers, stroking your knuckles with the tips of her fingers
>The sensation is bizarre and electrifying
>"Everything is gonna be just fine..."

That Art was done by I Am Nude, btw, if you guys can't recognize his style by now. Woo!

>>28428946
and where do you think they grew up learning to value those shekels over human compassion, it couldn't have been from a culture that cares about buisness, denial of future problems on the horizon, like dwindling resources and environmental issues, and was built on the exploitations of the working class, slaves, and relied on huge ammounts of immigrant labor while simultaniously being extremely racist towards them. (america, it's america you moron.)

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>>28428951
TWILIGHT WHAT THE FUCK

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>>28428951
>Her fingers curl around your palm, grabbing ahold of your hand and pulling you to your feet
>Gravity seems to have completely stopped making sense as you stumble after her, the rushing lights pulling your eyes in different direction
>The room seems full of green, blue, and purple, and each clang and clamor of the arcade machines rests on you like an earring made out of lead
>"How do you feel?"
"Twilight, what's going on?"
>You try to pull away from her, but you can't
>Somehow, the minute you start to tug away from her hand, you're hit with this horrifying feeling that, if you do, your body will loose corporeality, and you'll simply dissolve back into the swirling mass of glowing screens and flashing lights behind you
>"It's nothing, Anon. You don't need to worry."
>She pulls you into the center of the arcade, where a few comfy lounge chairs are arranged in a semi-circle
>Keeping one hand holding yours, she pulls the cushions from the chairs, tossing them into a heap on the floor
"Twilight... please, I don't... what is this..."
>Twilight pulls you against her, and the rush of contact drives all worry from your mind
>Slowly, gently, she lays you onto the cushions
>You try to keep ahold of her, but she pulls away from you
>All around you, the lights seem to shapeshift into grinning faces, watching excitedly as Twilight begins to undress
>"I had a really nice time tonight, Anonymous. I've never felt so good about myself."
>She drops her vest to the ground, and then begins undoing the buttons on her shirt
>"Sunset was right about you. You haven't changed at all."
"Changed?"
>The word echoes in your skull, making you feel queasy
"I haven't... I don't know what you..."
>"Remember? When we first met?"
>She shrugs the shirt off, then unclasps her bra
>As it falls away, it reveals absolutely no breasts to speak off; her chest is as flat as a boy's
>For some reason, that worries you
"First met?"
>She kneels down next to you, touching a finger to your forehead

>>28429060
are we about to be raped by a trap?

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>>28429060
>At her touch, you can physically feel the synapses firing through your brain as your memory collapses backwards, falling into a pit years deep, arriving at one single, unremarkable moment when you were barely seven years old

***

>You're standing at the edge of the playground
>Soarin doesn't want to play Wonderbolts with you today, he wants to join the older kids for kickball
>So you're alone, wondering what to do
>Everyone on the playground is playing Castle, and you don't really like playing Castle
>Someone always gets punched in the face, and it seems like they always find a way to blame it on you
>As you wander around, you find yourself trailing nearer to the thin blob of forest that borders Canterlot Elementary
>And between the branches, stomping through a pile of dust and twigs, and you see him
>Or maybe her, you think
>It's hard to tell, the kid is so dirty
>You recognize them as the weird kid who reads all day, and never talks to anyone
>And when recess comes, she disappears into the woods
>You approach her, ask her her name
>The kid silent, and for a moment you're worried she doesn't even know how to talk
>But, after sticking in her hands in her pockets, she stares firmly at the ground and answers
>"T-Twilight..."

***

>"See? You remember me, right?"
"I think. But why.... why this?"
>You try to gesture to the swirling mass around you, but your hands seem to move on their own, like a puppet controlled by a drunk master
>Twilight starts to stroke your hair, the motion sending waves of warmth through your body
>Her touch feels existentially comforting, as if it's the only thing holding you in your body and keeping you from joining the swirling arcade lights
>"Because you need it, Anonymous."
>She takes your hand and places it against her chest, allowing you to cup her non-existant breast

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>>28429120
"No. I don't need this. I feel--"
>Her finger moves to your lips, and the sensation is overpowering enough to silence you
>"Shh. You felt a connection, right? For a moment, while we were dancing?
>She lets go of you for a moment, and you start to shudder, worrying that you'll vanish before she touches you again
>Her fingers slip into her skirt, beginning to slide the garment down
>"For a moment, you accepted that you could love me. Or, at least, you could love the me you thought I was. But you could never love the real me."
>She slides her skirt down, and her panties along with it, dropping both to the floor in a heap of plaid and lace
>The purple fluidity of her skin mesmerizes you for a moment, the bare wholeness of her body driving into your head like a blanket-wrapped bullet
>But through that, horror cuts through, settling on your brain like barbed wire
"You're a... a..."
>Twilight hangs her head
>"I am. And I know you could never love me. Not when I'm the way I am."
>She -- he -- they remove their shoes, and then their socks, until they're completely naked, aside from a pair of glasses
>When Twilight kneels down next to you again, you're not sure if you want them to touch you
>But they do anyway, and your entire body bristles with a sensation you can't describe
>"But if you're like this, though... I know I can. I can show you I'm worth loving!"
>Their hands start to remove your own shirt, your skin screaming where the conditioned arcade air brushes against it
"Twilight, please, stop..."
>The drugs force your arms upwards, and your hand circle around Twilight's body, cradling it
>"No. I'm sorry, Anonymous. I've waited too long for this to stop now. But I can promise you'll enjoy it."
>They start to stroke your bare chest, licking their lips
>"Just focus on what you felt for me. For that one moment. And I promise, this'll be good for both of us."
>Their hands slip into the waistband of your pants, fingers delicately tugging them down

Going to be a shit and pause here. Gotta go to work. Lewd and some more fanart coming later.

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>>28429190
SICKENING! DEPLORABLE! YET ANOTHER FEMBOY SMUT FROM DYKESHIT GENERAL!
my dick was already out, pls come back soon jeff

>>28429217
Yeah. Sorry for leaving you hanging, but I overestimated how many updates I could get out in two hours. But yeah, I'll get back to the story ASAP.

>>28428950
>Hurr the country sucks you suck I hate everything
>How dare you try to have your voice heard you dummy
>I'm just going to stay in my basement on election day I HATE America
>I wish Karl were here
>He understood me

>>28429190
Yes.
YES.
DO IT, TWI! STICK IT IN HIS POOPER! IT'S NOT RAPE IF HE LOVES YOU AFTER!

>>28429224
Traplight 3.0
This looks really good

>>28429334
>3.0
Did I miss something?

>>28428925
You do understand that capitalism has done more to lift people out of poverty and increase the quality of life for hundreds of millions of people around the world, right? Capitalism is, so far, the greatest economic system on Earth. You might find a better one down the road, but it wont be modeled of socialism.

Have you dykeshitters listened to the LOE OST yet?

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLVFTM9HiRuiYwcKS2nu0LvvJa65ZqTZ2a

>>28429428
>spoiling yourself
smmfh

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>>28429194

>>28429456
Aww Trixie a nice

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>>28423391
>Lucario (Still) Because I like Spike as Riolu.
>Rowlet line.
>Salandit
>Mimikyu
>Minior
>Jangmo-o

If you want only sun/moon pokemon then replace lucario with Rockruff or make Jangmo-o spike and add Wishiwashi to the team.

>>28429976
As a side note, thats an 11 type spread right there, which is one away from a perfect spread. I'm probably going to actually play with a team almost identical to this...

>>28426780
>Not continuing Grim Twilight

I'm working on it, it's just on IceMan time.

And there's no way you could ever kill me.

I want Twilight to beat me up

>>28430414
With her girl penis

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Hand holding

>>28428954
Oh, I thought you were talking about China or some socialist country with fake statistics.

>>28428925
With socialism you still have more poor people, with socialism you can never go big unless you are born in the government elite and your family uses the power of nepotism.
So what exactly is the difference that makes it good?

>>28428925
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vc6PK7aqTO0

>>28428951
>rape

>>28429190
Top disgusting, desu.
Not because of Traplight, I actually love traps, but because of the double rape.

>>28431678
Nothing wrong with Traplight using her dong for a little fun. Don't worry, it won't be rape after Anon admits his love for her.

>>28431730
>It won't be rape when Anon develops Stockholm Syndrome.
Wew.

>>28431809
What's your point?

>you will never suck the twidong
It hurts

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>>28431730

>>28424799

>Anonymous clenched his fists and reeled back.
>His foot raised up to Discord’s chest and shot out.
>Discord swiftly moved to the right, narrowly dodging the kick.
>The momentum send Anonymous tumbling forward: an opportunity Discord used to smack the back of his head with the cane.
>He growled and twisted around, throwing his fist at Discord.
>That cane came into action again. The old man raised it and pushed it against Anonymous’ arm, sending the punch out of his way.
>Between the fall and the missed punch, his entire body was outstretched and exposed.
>In a fluid motion, Discord pulled the cane back to a guard and, with the gun in his left hand, put a bullet in Anonymous’ gut.
>The titan hit the ground and slid away, groaning.
>”I know you’re upset, but hear me out. Twilight made me do it! She’s a dirty, nasty little girl. She wanted you all for herself so she made me kill Innominate!”
“What?!”
>Anonymous grunted and picked himself up off the ground.
>”Then I’ll just have to kill her once I’m done with you,” he growled.
>”You see, Twilight? You really are all alone,” said Discord, shooting you a smile.
>Anonymous charged, taking another bullet in the shoulder before he made it close enough to Discord to do anything.
>He raised his knee and kicked down, going for Discord’s legs, but the time traveler hopped away before the blow landed.
>Anonymous swung again.
>Discord slapped his hand down with the cane and gave a series of other smacks along his back and finally the back of his knee.
>Anonymous’ leg buckled and he toppled down.
>While on the floor, Discord took aim and put another shot through the man’s left hand.
>Anonymous shouted and pushed himself up off the ground, taking pressure off the wounded hand.
>He stuffed his hand into his pocket and took out a little red syringe.

>>28432323

>”Ooh, going for the big guns now?”
>”Shut up!”
>Anonymous stabbed the syringe into his neck and pressed the plunger down.
>The serum flowed into his bloodstream.
>You could see the veins begin to bulge out of his body as new life rushed through them.
>The man’s eyes widened, and his pupils shrunk.
>His face contorted in rage and the syringe shattered into pieces as his fist closed around it.
>”Well, it looks like I might be in trouble. Lend me a hand, Twi? Ha ha! Just kidding. You sit tight, kiddo.”
>”SHUT UP!”
>That was something you could agree on.
>Every word from Discord’s mouth made your stomach churn. You just wanted him to stop talking.
>You wanted everything to be over.
>With a beastial roar, Anonymous was upon Discord again.
>He swung his fists madly.
>The power juice in his system pushed his muscles beyond their regular limits, nearly doubling his speed.
>He came close to nailing Discord several times.
>The sheer force of the wind, even from those misses, was enough to knock Discord back.
>He was no longer toying with Anonymous. He was on guard.
>”Now, Anon!”
>Talking distracted him. He almost bit it right there.
>”I can understand why you might--WOW--be upset, but come on! Let’s talk this out like civil men!”
>”TALK?!”
>Rather than punch, Anonymous lunged and grabbed Discord between his hands, trapping his arms at his sides.
>”DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU DID TO ME?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I LOST?!”
>”Oh come now. You still have your fortune and your business, don’t you?”
>”ALL NOTHING!”
>Anonymous raised Discord over his head and threw him across the room, smashing him against the table with all the weaponry.
>The table did nothing to help him. It splintered apart, the two halves screeching across the floor as they broke.
>Discord crashed into the wall, leaving a person-sized indent in it when he fell and hit the ground with a thud.

>>28432330

>”I DON’T CARE ABOUT ANY OF THAT! IT WAS FOR HER! SHE WAS EVERYTHING TO ME! YOU HEAR ME? EVERYTHING! AND YOU TOOK HER FROM ME!”
>He stomped towards Discord, flinging the table halves out of his way and shattering them on impact with whatever surfaces they landed on.
>Discord, still disoriented, rubbed his head with the gun.
>Anonymous grabbed it out of his hand and squeezed.
>You could hear the metal bend and creak as he compressed it with force comparable to that needed to create diamonds.
>”And now I’m going to take everything from you,” he seethed.
>”You see,” Discord called out across the room to you. “You see that? Even he knows how to take revenge!”
>Anonymous raised his foot and threw it down.
>Like the slippery snake he was, Discord slithered away just in time to avoid ending up like the demolished floor where he once sat.
>With his leg stuck ankle deep in the floor, Anonymous couldn’t move to stop Discord from grabbing one of the guns that had fallen when the table was destroyed.
>”You bastard!”
>”I’m the bastard? You just broke my floor!”
>Discord raised the gun and fired several shots, sinking them all into Anonymous’ side.
>Luckily--er, as lucky as one could be in that situation--they were a smaller caliber than the gun Discord previously had. You would guage them to be about nine millimeter.
>They didn’t seem to hurt Anonymous too much, but they did enrage him further.
>He ripped his leg out of the floor and ran for Discord who was scrambling away, firing shot after shot.
>Anonymous began to pick up speed and he readied a punch.
>With hi back against another wall, Discord lowered his aim from the chest to the legs and pulled the trigger once more, firing the last bullet.
>It whizzed through the air and ate through Anonymous’ knee.
>He screamed as it totally gave out and fell to the ground.

>>28432338

>He fell, but he didn’t stop.
>He launched the punch, but between the effects of the power juice and the pain he must have been feeling, he was woozy and missed by a few inches.
>His fist collided with the wall and sunk through the material like it was wet paper.
>He ended up nearly elbow deep in the thing.
>Discord scuttled away but did not miss the opportunity to take his cane and shove its tip into the wound of Anonymous’ knee.
“You snake!”
>”Hey, whatever works!”
>The old man leapt to his feet and grabbed a thick oak leg off the broken table.
>With all his might, he slammed it down and broke it in two over Anonymous’ head.
>The fallen titan let loose a mighty roar and twisted around, ripping a whole line out of the wall as his arm moved, and freed himself.
>”Really? Are you kidding me?”
>”Is that all you’ve got, old man?!”
>”Well, now that you mention it, I might have a few toys lying around.”
>”Use as many tools as you want. It won’t save you! I’M GOING TO RIP YOU LIMB FROM LIMB ONCE I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!”
>”Toro! Toro!”
>Anonymous ripped the cane out of his leg and stood up.
>He was wobbly at first and almost fell again, but once he took the weight off his bad leg, he seemed stable enough.
>He began to limp to Discord.
>It was obvious how much his wounds were bogging him down.
>The mass amount of blood that had been coating him when he first arrived had mostly coagulated, so you knew all the shining new sanguine fluid that formed rivulets down his body were new.
>Discord inched back towards the pile of guns on the floor and purused it.
>”Ah, that one looks fun.”
>He bent down and picked up a Remington 870 Wingmaster.
>”Now, I don’t remember if this one is loaded with shot or slugs, but I guess we’ll find out.”

>>28432343

>Anonymous forged on, dragging his lame leg behind him.
>His tired eyes were forced open with steely determination.
>Discord cocked the gun, raised it, and took aim.
>Without even a second’s thought, he pulled the trigger.
>There was a click. Nothing else.
>”Huh. I guess I didn’t load it at all. Wait one second, will you?”
>He turned away again and stuffed his hand into a box of green plastic shells.
>By that time, Anonymous had closed the gap between them.
>He reached out and grabbed Discord by the neck.
>”Mother,” wheezed the surely doomed man.
>”No mother. No mercy. Only me…”
>You could see the muscles of his forearm flex as he slowly applied pressure.
>Discord’s face blued. He began to kick his legs, looking for any ground to help relieve some of the stress on him.
>Then you looked a little higher and saw that, while Anonymous was focusing on the life draining from his eyes, Discord had been loading the shotgun.
“Anonymous, watch out!”
>He turned and glared at you, sneering, almost as to say “You’re next.”
“Not me! Discord! THE GUN!”
>It was too late.
>Discord held the Remington firmly between his arm and his hip, pressed the tip of the barrel against Anonymous’ belly button, and fired.
>Anonymous cried out in pain and threw Discord away, sending him straight for you.
>On impact, your chair completely disintegrated.
>You were finally free of your locks, but as luck would have it, you weren’t meant to help.
>As you were launched from the chair, you slammed your head right into the computer, cracking the solid glass screen.
>You fell unceremoniously the ground, dazed and confused.
>The next moments are a blur.
>You can remember fuzzy blobs of color maneuvering around an empty white space and several loud noises that shocked your system.
>When everything became more clear to you, you rubbed the sore spot on your head.
>It was wet and warm. When you pulled your hand away, you saw that it was coated in blood.

>>28432354

“Ow…”

>As for the other two…
>Anonymous was on his knees. He was slouching over with his head hung.
>The man’s body quaked with every breath.
>His body was a mess. It was riddled with holes and cuts that drained him of blood.
>Discord sauntered over, whistling a happy tune, and put one single shell into the barrel.
“No,” you groaned and struggled to your feet, still a little dizzy.
>You fell and had to lean on the computer for support.
>When he arrived, Discord used the gun to raises Anonymous’ head.
>His face--that is, the parts of it you could still see--was ghostly pale.
>”Well, isn’t this a sight? The mighty Anonymous sitting on his knees, waiting for my mercy.”
>”Fuck…” Anonymous grunted, lifting his arm, and weakly clung to Discord’s vest. “You…”
>With the butt of the gun, Discord slapped Anonymous’ arm back to his side.
>”How now, Anonymous. I’m sure you have some better last words than that.”
>He chuckled as he moved the gun up and shoved the tip into the man’s mouth.
>”How’s ‘mmfghmphm’? Yeah, that fits fine.”
“Discord, stop!”
>You dashed over and rammed your body into Discord’s as he pulled the trigger.
>The shotgun fired, and the force of it knocked the both of you back.
>You hit the ground with a thunk.
>Discord landed on top of you. His own momentum pulled you along, and you rolled on the floor until sliding to a halt.
>Your body ached in pain.
>”Ow,” muttered Discord as he righted himself.

>>28432364

>You picked your head up and looked to Anonymous.
>He was sprawled out across the floor, head flat, as a pool of blood collected around him.
“No...no, not you too…”
>”Sweet. How much do you think he weighs? This is hunt of the year material right here.”
“A-Anonymous…”
>You stretched your arms out and dragged yourself forward, trying to reach him, but Discord had other plans.
>He grabbed your ankle and pulled you back.
>When you were close enough, he stomped down on your spine and dug his heel in, eliciting a shriek from you.
>”Ah ah ah, no sneaking away. It’s monologue time.”

Ayyy that's all I got for now. I'll pop in with more another time. Maybe we'll get some marshmallows and just make a whole night out of it. Until then, thanks to everyone who is reading so far. You dear readers are 9/10 of why I do this.

>>28432377
Fuck. Why is it that I still can't hate him?

>>28433341
he is long-winded and tastefully evil.

>>28433341
Maybe you're psychotic and you relate to Discord

>>28433571
>psychotic.
That is a three syllable word for any thought too big for little minds.
Leaving the memes aside I do relate with his methods for revenge and I do understand why he killed his Twilight (I mean, what a fucking bitch). I don't understand his hate boner for every Twilight, though.
But I also like him because he seems like a very broish kind of guy to be friends with.

Got bored, hit a snag on Cyberlight, have this.

>It is the 41st Millenium, and there is only war.
>On the forge world of Crystex III, heretical forces threaten to overwhelm the Adeptus Mechanicus on their own home planet, potentially losing one of precious few manufacturing worlds to the gaping maw of the archenemy.
>That's where your regiment came in; the Equis 33rd Shadowbolt Drop Infantry.

>You reach across your back and flick the comms channel over to the Imperial Sanctioned Hymns, letting the glorious music fill your ears through the vox's headset.
>War and music. As long as the latter was there, you could go through the former...
>"T minus five minutes to drop."
>You shift position in the back of the Valkyrie, adjusting the straps of your carapace armor.
>Across from you, your squad leader is killing time (and her lungs) with a lho stick stuck between her lips, wild blue hair stuck at odd angles from her pale skin.
>She was a hive ganger, but you never held it against her, given she made up for her less than prestigious background with zeal and instinct.
>"Alright ladies, up and at it!"
>She stamps the lho stick out with her boot, and you shift as best you can in your suit.
>Around you, the rest of your squad starts to rouse themselves.
>To your left, your squad's sharpshooter is adjusting the focusing lens on her long las, giving you a wide grin, before her lips twitch into a scowl and she goes back to what she was doing, muttering litanies and curses with equal measure.
>On your right, the demolitionist is ensuring her satchel of explosive charges are properly secured, before tapping away at the wrist-mounted dataslate on her arm.
>And finally, sitting impatiently with her meltagun between her tapping feet is your squad's specialist.
>"Two minutes."
>You idly check your hot-shot laspistol's charge, then reholster it at your hip, clicking back from the Hymns to the actual radio channel.
>"Ready?"

>>28433945

>You glance up at your sergeant, who is now standing in front of you, the jets of her grav chute spread apart like stubby cherub's wings.
>You nod, standing up and clicking your own open.
>"Sixty seconds."
>The rest of your squad rises, all clicking open grave chutes and readying their weapons as your sergeant slowly advances towards the rear hatch of the valkyrie.
>"Shadowbolts! Who do you fight for?!"
"The Emperor!"
>The words are chorused by your fellow guardswomen.
>"And how will you exit this bird to fight His foes?!"
"Wings first!"
>"Damn right..."
>The hatch opens, and before you could echo the sentiment, she kicks her feet off of the metal and out into open air, the barest traces of dark blue fire from her grav chute lighting up the dreary grey skyline beyond.
>One by one, your squad charges out, mimicking the action and spinning around, accelerating towards the forge world below.
>Your laspistol is out before you even get close to the ground, and by the time you see your landing zone, you can already see the scrambling forms of renegade cultists panicking at your descent.
>Aiming low, you bring your boot out and deliver a solid kick to the facemask of one as you land, putting a shot into his stomach and dropping another soon after.
>A nearby explosion almost throws you through the air, but you recover with the aid of your grave chute's stabilizers.
>At the very least, the demolitionist was doing her job.
>You open fire on the retreating renegades as you try to group back up with your squad, angry blue bolts of energy chasing violet tatters and pink stripes that each of those who had turned from the Emperor's light bore upon their bodies.
>You let loose a few more bolts, then charge over a pile of ruble and activate your chute on the way down, softening the fall as you find your squadmates in an open square beyond.
>"Get down!"
>Not thinking twice, you duck as you go, heavy stubber rounds impacting the ground behind you.

>>28433955

>You don't stop, not until you're pressed up against the hulk of an overturned chimera, bullets pinging off of its metal hide.
>Your sergeant and the demolitionist both look almost relieved at your arrival, and it's only when you notice that the former is dressing a wound around the leg of your meltagunner that you realize what happened.
"Zap, Where's Sweety?!"
>You yell, just barely loud enough over the din of bullets and impact.
>Sarge jerks her head towards a doorway just a few paces from your impromptu wall.
>"Circling around. Bastards have us pinned and Sunny can't flush 'em out."
"I thought the 13th had cleared this sector?"
>"Thought so too. We need to keep moving before-"
>Another explosion, this one definitely not caused by your demolitionist, throws you to the ground alongside your squad mates, and you hear an all-too-familiar scream.
>Fumbling, you glance around the other side of the overturned Chimera, and what you see makes your blood run cold.
>A giant beast, it's hide dark as the night sky and trimmed in silver, is lumbering across the square, your sharpshooter held tightly in its mechanical jaws as it stalks along the ferrocrete.
>Giant, smoking gatling cannons move and twitch along its torso, independently tracking for movement as its four great talons paw and gouge the earth.
>Standing atop it is a great warrior you can barely glimpse beneath the flowing violet cloak, but you had seen enough of the pict captures to know the orchestrater of this world's treason at a glance.
"Twilex Sparkitas..."
>As if able to hear the words whispered from your lips, glowing eyes snap to look at your position, violet orbs burrowing into your soul.
>You duck back, holding your pistol in a death grip as your sergeant, now finished bandaging your squad mate, draws the long eviscerator from its scabbard at her back.
>She gives you a nod as you hear the crunch of mechanical talons on ferrocrete get closer.
>You gulp, reaching for the handset of your vox.

>>28433961

"This is Squad Indigo to Regimental Command. Primaris Target sighted. Requesting artillery fire on secundus grouping site Alpha-17. Fire for effect."
>For what feels like an eternity, the only sounds are the slow crawling of the great best to your back and the thumping of your own heart.
>"Acknowledged."
>The haughty, poised voice of your Regiment's Captain speaks calmly, as if aware of your terrifying situation.
>You reach back and place the handset on your vox, hands shaking.
>"Nothing for it now."
>You glance over at Sarge, whose fingers hover over the trigger of her eviscerator.
"We're not making it out of this, are we, Zap?"
>At the old ganger name she left behind, your sergeant gives you a cocky grin.
>"Don't think so, Lem."
>"We're not going to clear the artillery strike in time."
>You both glance down at the wounded meltagunner, who is leaning hard against the chimera's plate as she struggles to stand.
>Your demolitionist hauls her up, then unslings her satchel.
>"Well ladies, I don't think the Emperor would want to see cowardice in his girls, would he?"
>You shake your head, then pull a krak grenade out from your webbing.
>No more words pass between the four of you; dead women walking didn't need to.
>Instead, you act, charging out as one and rushing towards the sound of scrapping claws.

>The meltagunner was cut down first, a bolt shell taking her leg out from under her.
>You didn't stop, hurling first one, then another krak grenade from your equipment at the grey metal beast, just as its autocannons got a lock on you.
>By the time the first exploded, the great guns along its flanks began to spin, bullets chewing the ground around you, but the detonation threw its aim off.
>Your demolitionist swung back to hurl her satchel charges, but another bolt pistol shot from the arch-heretic severed her arm in a spray of blood and screams.

>>28433969

>Zap roared a challenge of rage, but it was lost over the whine of autcannon shots, and as you readied another krak grenade, you glanced up as another sound reached your ears.
"ARTILLERY FIRE!"
>You swerved around and charged alongside your sergeant, running directly at the beast and its master as the first shells began to fall around you.
>Detonations, the clang of machinery, and the deafening whine as your sergeant's eviscerator bit into the hide of the heretical amalgamation of flesh and metal.
>More shells, closer, as the two of you sprinted out from under the beast, splashes of oil and fluid you dared not think of coating your armor.
>An explosion lit up the square in front of you, picking you up and tossing you bodily into the air, before darkness claimed you.

>You didn't fear death; two wars beneath your belt against the insane and monstrous had hardened your heart to the horrors man and woman should never have to see.
>Yet as your body regained consciousness, and darkness swam across your vision, a great well of anguish stabbed through your heart and mind.
>Even without the ability to see yourself, let alone your surroundings, you knew you were dying, the pain in your abdomen a dull lance in your side.
>Here you would die, unmourned and unloved, not even able to see your sergeant once more. To tell her-
>A jostle and shift, and the pain in your side reached unbearable levels, drawing a tortured scream from your throat.
>"Spike! Heel! We don't need the newest subjects dying before we return to the lab..."
>As the voice, so distant and yet so close, spoke, a grey line snaked its way over your vision, grabbing at your uniform and yanking you forward.
>Instantly the pain in your side dulled, not gone, but relieved, and your vision swam back into focus, just a bit.
>You almost wish it hadn't, as you found yourself staring into those violet orbs of light you had glimpsed back at the square.
"Twilex Sparkitas..."

>>28433984

>The arch-heretic grunts, bursts of machine-code that scored claws into your brain washing over you.
>"Flattered, but hold your tongue, loyalist dog. Flesh is of no use when it is without a mind to control it..."
>You made to rose, only for the pain in your side to intensify to an unbearable level, forcing you back down.
>As your head lay against hot metal plate, your gaze passes to the side, across dark violet and silver, to catch a familiar loch of blue hair.
"Z-Zap..."
>Following your gaze, the heretek glances down at the bound form of your sergeant, arms bound and a long blade impaled through her side, from the hide of the beast you were made to ride upon, like a grox strung to show off as a trophy.
>"Brave, your sergeant, but foolish. Almost unworthy to wield such a beautiful weapon of destruction..."
>She runs her fingers along the side of your sergeant's eviscerator, almost caressing the giant chainsword.
>"Rejoice, guardswoman. Before the day is done, I will have opened your mind from the shackles the rotting Imperium sought to place upon you..."
>She bends down, and you're finally able to see the pale skin and hair darker than even the robes she and her cultists bared their flesh to.
>"Now... sleep..."
>A sharp lance of pain courses through your body, before everything goes numb and dull, and darkness claims you once more.

>When next you wake, you're strapped to an operating slab, dingy lights above casting a ruddy glow over your skin.
>"She's awake."
>You blink, hard and fast, clearing your vision just enough to see a face back from the dead.
>Your squad sharpshooter is looking over you, a majority of her torso and stomach replaced with gleaming machinery and whirling bionics as she sets an IV in your arm that you can't even feel.
"S-Sweety? What..."
>You words come out slurred, as if you had attended another of Sergeant Lights' 'authorized shitfacing' parties.

>>28433995

>Still, she ignores you, but as she works you're able to see a long cable attached at the base of her neck to more bionics, running behind her and up into the ceiling above.
>"Wonderful. I had thought we lost her after the secondary barrage..."
>The static-laced voice of the arch-hereteic Twilex digs into your ears and brain once more, before her cloaked visage creeps into view, waving your squadmate away.
>Suddenly, the slab you're bound to rotates, lifting you up and setting you horizontally before her.
>"You hurt Spike..."
"W-Wha...?"
>"My Maulerdrake. Poor thing needed an entire system purge and reforging after the mess your squad of corpse worshippers but him through."
>She tsks, running a biotic hand over your cheek.
>"Which is why you all will be ensuring he STAYS that way..."
>A threatening, acidic tone enters her voice, coiling around your heart like a serpent.
>"You see, my followers and I are simple people, much like you and your squad. We pursue knowledge that the crumbling Imperium deems heretical. We build, create, and shape. Such advances only improve those around us. Your squadmate; Sweety, you called her? Alive and well with the technology we provide. The rest as well..."
>You grip tightens around your throat, causing you to choke.
>"So I give you the same ultimatum I gave them. Serve beneath the Midnight Host, or forfeit your shackled hide to your corpse Emperor..."
>Her grip loosens, just enough to allow you the barest movement of your head, but enough to keep a tight grip over your windpipe.
>If she spoke the truth, Zap was alive, just like Sweety, and presumably the others. You could find her and escape. Return to the regiment and-
>And what?
>Having such direct contact with the archenemy was grounds for martial punishment, if not outright execution.
>And if Sweety returned, if any of you did with the touch of the arch-enemy on you?
>Twilex grins, seeing the dawning horror on your face.
>"So... I assume that would be a yes?"

>>28434001

>You grit your teeth, but nod.
>Perhaps it was selfish, but you would rather live in chains alongside Zap than meet the Emperor without her.
>Zap, and music. If the latter could keep you sane through war, she could keep you sane through this madness.
>Instantly, Twilex's grip slackens, and she turns her back, frame easily a head over yours disappearing behind you.
>"Wonderful! Then let us repair that weak flesh of yours with something a bit more... appropriate."
>What followed, you could only see, not feel, whatever drugs had been dumped into your system preventing any and all sense of touch.
>And given the macabre work the heretek was performing, you were almost glad for the generosity.
>Flesh was cut and cleaned with an almost delicate precision despite the gruesome work, mechadendrites snaking their way from beneath her robes to act as extra limbs.
>Sweety would occasionally come into view, eyes downcast and holding trays of tools and parts in bionic arms capped in hands of flesh; her actual flesh.
>Yet, she never so much as spoke or looked at you, moving with an almost mechanical stiffness.
>>Finally, as the drugs wore off and a dull ache worked its way into your side, the heretek stepped back, admiring her work.
>"Excellent. A fine addition to the Host..."
>At once, the manacles around your limbs retract, and you drop unceremoniously to the ground, stopped at the last second by an oily mechadendrite before your nose could hit the ferrocrete beneath you.
>"Now... if that is all, your squadmate will lead you to your fellows. I have... personal business to attend to..."
>Clanking footsteps moved past you, but your hands clutched at the edge of her robes.
"W-Wait..."
>Twilex paused, taking notice of your feeble action.
>"Oh...?"
"M-Music... please. Hymns, prayers; anything to keep that awful din from my ears..."
>As you gazed up, a knowing grin split the heretek's face, before she pulled a small band from the confines of her robe.

>>28434004

>"A gift, then, but the only one before you prove your loyalty. A bauble from the pleasure-slaved hordes of Fulgrim's sons."
>She deposits the device before you, and then walks off, leaving you wondering what had come over you.
>The device itself is not unlike a comms headset, although without a helm or more than its own casing to protect it, or yourself.
>Pink metal and black speakers make up most of the device, with maddening, eye-straining symbols carved along the casing of each speaker's exterior.
>Against your better judgement, you slip them on over your head, brushing green-dyed stands aside.
>What filled your ears was almost indescribable; violent, insane music unlike any you had heard in the Imperium.
>Strong, angry, but full of passion and soul, burrowing into your mind and holding you close, like that of a lover's caress, but full of deep, overpowering, and mind-numbing pleasure at the same time.
>Pure ecstasy washes over you, and you're not even aware of your own body or what's going on around you for the next few minutes, lost in a sea of sound that your body rides and is carried down.
>When it finally ends, the sound doesn't stop, but your body pulls itself up off the floor, both physically and metaphorically, as you recover enough of your senses to stand.
>Every nerve in your body feels charged with energy, and your intimate core is sensitive to the touch from the orgasm the music rode you down.
>"Having fun? 'cause I'd just LOVE to watch you cum yourself into a pleasure addict..."
>You stumble, leaning heavily against a wall as you see Sweety standing before you, fleshy hands on mechanical hips.
>"As if you even could with how often you kept that damn vox of yours playing..."
>You grunt, sliding the headset down and around your neck, the cold metal sending a shiver down your spine.
"I-I like my music... Jusht... didn't expect that kinda... ...by the Emperor..."

>>28434027

>You slide down, voice slurring and a drunk feeling overwhelming you, but before you sit down fully Sweety is already on you, picking you up off of the floor and righting you.
>"Whatever. Sarge is waiting, and as much as I'd be fine with standing around handling medicae equipment like a glorified servitor, your girlfriend wants to see us."
"W-wait, she'sh not my..."
>"Whatever. Just come on..."
>Unable to protest further, you follow after your squad mate, stumbling occasionally and leaning against the wall, the headset dangling around your neck.
>As you pass through the ferrocrete halls and through multiple intersections, you catch glimpses of yourself in the long mirrors that line the passages, finally able to gaze at yourself.

>Your hair is a wild, angry mass of green and yellow dye, the old ganger colors obvious against your torn and shredded magenta uniform and carapace armor.
>Eyes of golden amber are wild and bloodshot from recaff abuse and the orgasmic high the headset had given you, which you're fairly certain cemented you into the same position Sweety was stuck in.
>If not it, then the hunk of biotic organs and respiratory equipment in your chest did, gleaming metal forming a faux rib cage from just below your breasts to the middle of your stomach.
>Your name is Lemion Zeikzst, and you look like one of the pleasure-cult heretics your regiment would have shot on sight.
>And now, you suppose, at least part of that statement was true.
>Surprisingly, that doesn't bother you as much as it should.
>You hadn't joined the 33rd willingly, and now, aside from Zap, you could give less of a grox's testicle about any of those pompous guardsmen, cut from the noble house cloth.

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>>28434037

That's all I got. Probably should've written more Cyberlight, but I got distracted. Totally BBSA's fault for indulging my 40k autism.

I swear I'm not abandoning Cyberlight, but this isn't a one-shot either, so... yeah... guess Heretek Scilight and Indigo Squad is a thing now.

>>28419937

>>28429190
All I know is that Sunset owns us big time after this.

>>28429190
What the fuck is taking so long

>>28435790
Wow, like, calm down, man.

So I came here from the Dykeshit thread, I searched for some on the pastebin, and found starlkerlight.

I have to say, hot damn, it's been a long time since I read a full greentext story from start to finish, but this one fucking captivated me, kudos to the author (if he's still around.)

Are there any other dyke stories?

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>>28435790
Got held up by weather and then a house party last night. Crashed on some goth girl's couch. Will be back to writing here in an hour or two.

>>28435834
Glad to hear you enjoyed it! As for other lesbian stories, I've got a ton of other lesbian stories in my pastebin (Twilight x Trixie, Twilight x Harshwhinny, and Twilight x Moondancer, to name a few), r9kLight has a lot of forbidden love in it, Dot's stories are really good, and most of the other stories here that aren't explicit Anon shipping get pretty gay at some point.

>>28435834
Cyberlight.
r9klight.

>>28436074
I shall check after the ep. I love your style, adorkable twi is best twi.

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>>28434053
I regret nothing
Indy is best sergeant

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>>28429190
>You try to curl up, to hide the now-overpowering defenseless that rubs your skin raw
>But you can't
>The drug holds you paralyzed, able to do nothing other than hold Twilight as they clamber atop you
>Purple thighs clench your hips, holding you in place as Twilight's hands move downwards across your belly, gut, and then to your crotch
"Twi... agh..."
>The lights feel like they're in your mouth, drowning you in sugar-coated, flashing liquid
>You start to rub down along Twilight's back, your hands moving to her hips of their own accord
>Something wet, slippery, and extremely cold is rubbed across your genitals, and your body heat seems to skyrocket in response
>You're sweating now, and every single contact point between you and Twilight seems to crackle with electro-magnetic force, keeping you attached to them
>"See? I told you it wouldn't be bad."
>Twilight bends down, placing a gentle kiss on your lips
>You try to worm your way away from them, but instead you obediently crane your neck, letting them kiss you
>She's holding something above your head, and you're dimly aware of a blinking red light staring you in the face
>And then Twilight slides you inside of themself, and your mind goes blank

>The sensation of Twilight atop you, and the overwhelming intimacy of being *in* her drives your consciousness apart into little fragments, each of them spinning away like the swirling lights of the arcade
>You come into focus only for a moment, long enough to hear Twilight let out a squeal of pleasure as she forces you deeper inside her
>She's stroking herself as she rides you, her tongue lolling from her mouth
>Her saliva and pre-cum drip onto your stomach, burning like raw bleach
>Your mind fades out again, but the red light continues to watch
>What is that?
>You focus on it, trying to pull your consciousness back together
>When you resurface, you're in a moving car
>Your own car, but you're not driving

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>>28437674
"Twilight? What...?"
>A gentle hand caresses your cheek, the roughness of the fingers offset by the cool, gentle feeling of their skin
>"It's okay, sweetie. I'm taking you home."
"Okay. Thank you."
>You curl into a ball, rapidly fading back into darkness
>Is the red light still watching you?
>You feel like you can see it, but maybe you're just wishing you could see it

***

"Gah!"
>You sit bolt upright in bed, hands scrabbling at the covers wrapped around your body
>You're relieved to find they're under your control, but you're not sure why
>Holding your head in your hands, you try to catch your breath, your head spinning
>You don't recognize the bed you woke up in, nor the closet-sized room it's been shoved into
>Something is terribly wrong, but your head is too fuzzy to make out exactly what happened
>You were with Twilight, and then you couldn't move, and...
>Then you *felt* her
>For one horrible moment, you feel like you're about to be sick
>Leaning over the bed, you dry-heave for a bit, your breathing gradually slowing
>It's okay, you probably just had too much to drink
>You'll find Twilight, and get home, and--
>A knock sounds at the door
>"Good m-morning, sweetie~!"
>Twilight opens the door to your little room, dressed in faded pajama pants and a stained, ratty-looking apron

>>28437674
Oh boy I wanna be raped by her

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>>28437833
>At the sight of her, memories begin to creep back into your head, and you scoot back up against the wall, drawing the covers closer around you
>You're completely naked, still
>Comfortable, especially beneath the wool covers, but you're completely defenseless
>You don't even have your phone
>Twilight saunters in, carrying a tray of pancakes
>"I made you b-breakfast! Are you h-hungry?"
>You just stare at Twilight
>Her face falls as she sets the tray on the bed
>"It didn't work, did it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, and I don't care. Get me my clothes so I can go home."
>Twilight looks like she's about to cry
>She starts to chew on her nails, talking to herself
>"She said it would work. Maybe I didn't use enough?"
>Twilight pushes herself toward you, trying to kiss you
>You shove her away, rolling off the bed
>Your right hand grabs the blanket, dragging it behind you so you have a way to cover yourself
>Twilight hits the wall, slumping against it
>"I thought it'd work... she said it'd work!"
>Twilight accidentally knocks the tray of pancakes over as she jumps up from the bed, sending the syrup-covered pastries spilling to the floor
>"Are you sure? You don't even feel a *little* bit in love with me?"
"No! You..."
>The memories finally click
"Holy shit. You're evil."
>"No!"
>A tear slides down Twilight's cheek as she chases after you
>You back up, making sure to keep a couple feet of distance between the two of you
>"This isn't how it's supposed to happen! Please, just... just listen to me, okay?"
"Listen to you!? Are you insane!?"
>Wait, you're pretty sure you already know the answer to that
>Before she can say anything more, you turn and sprint out of the room

>>28438108
Anon stop this madness

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>>28438108
>Twilight's faster than she looks, though
>Before you can even get four steps out, she's grabbed your arm
>"Please! Look, maybe what I did last night was a bit much, but--"
>You shove her again, harder this time
>She hits the bed, slipping on the pancakes and going spilling to the ground
"A bit much? A bit? Holy shit, you're..."
>You have a sudden urge to take a shower, or throw up, or both
>Forcing both down, you run out into the rest of Twilight's house
>It's cramped, dirty, and poorly lit
>Looks like the setting for a horror movie, or one of those indie flicks about a junkie's trip to hell
>Near the door, dropped in a heap, are your clothes
>You sprint to them, tugging your pants on as Twilight staggers out of the bedroom, lurching towards you like a zombie
>"Stop. Anonymous, please. Just stop."
"No. This is sick, you're sick, get away from me, just--"
>"I don't want to have to do this."
>Her voice has dropped back to the raspy, deadly tone from last night
>You freeze as you see the red light again
>This time, you realize where it's coming from
>It's the "recording" light on her phone's camera
>"But, if you try anything stupid..."
"No. You wouldn't..."
>"I don't want to. But I can't let you get away from me now. I've waited so long for this. Please, Anon..."
>She crosses her hands over her chest, where you notice they're still stained with batter from cooking breakfast
>Your mind snaps in panic and -- still only half dressed -- you turn and sprint from Twilight's house

>>28438239
Being Twilight is suffering

>playing the long con
>expert ruse master playing 4D chess
>murderous psychopathic time wizard
This is Discord's theme. I'm calling it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-JzwByLL4o

>>28439381
God damn it she's so cute

>>28439385
Sunny is a cute wife for twilight

>>28439988
Is that the Horse Wife artist?

>>28440167
I think so