Fingerbang: The Equestria Girls and Humanized Thread #218 - All

New writefag here again, finished another couple of paragraphs but it's getting late. I'll actually post everything tomorrow, but if anyone wants an early read:

>Bad Influence (AnonXFlutters)(WiP)
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>NaOH

>>28682974
I'll just wait for your post, good work man.

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Awesome job on posting all of that green in the last thread, everyone. I'll be back to posting in here soon to further add to this glorious rebound.

>>28685022
Why do you have 2 different names?

>>28685022
Time After Time never ever

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>>28682802
There really needs to be a Diamond Tiara green.

last thread: >>28575353

NaOH you monster, I've started playing Hotline because of your story.

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>”Hey Anon. Cool of you to make it.”
“What’s it about?”
>Rainbow Dash quickly loses the friendly attitude and looks irritated by your response.
>”All right look, do you want to go out with my friend or not?” She uses her thumb to point at a pink girl with frizzy hair standing right behind her.
“Why?”
>”Just answer the question.”
>Her friend gives you an exaggerated waive.
“Uh, sure?”
>”All righty then, my job is done. He’s all yours, Pinkie Pie!” She shouts out, leaving the room with her.
>”Hi! I’m--” She snorts. “You know who I am already from Dashie.”
>Dashie?
>”I’ve seen you around and haven’t had the chance to make an introduction, but I’m sure that we’re going to have a boatloads of fun!”
“Yeah, but what about--”
>”Where are we going? Ohhh! That’s the best part! It’s a secret, but you’ll know it when we see it.”
“Hold up, tonight?”
>”Yeah! No time like the present, huh?” She elbows you.
>Great, there goes hanging out with the guys.
>”About tonight; just wear whatever, you don’t have to be super uptight about it.”
>You pull out your phone.
“Yeah, fine. I just need--”
>”Directions? Sure!” She swipes your phone away and types to the rate of 500 words a minute. “There! Also, my number is in there, just in case if something happens or if you want to do this again.” She takes out her phone and looks at it. “Whoops, gotta take this. I’ll see you in a few hours!” And like that, she runs off.
>Fucking terrific.
>You are left with questions to a blind date that just happened in less than two minutes.
>Still, it might not be that bad. She looks...
>Erm, ecstatic? Yeah, ecstatic about the entire thing.
>And that smile she had the entire way was weird, but you somehow felt good from seeing it.
>You walk out of the classroom, following the crowd out of the school.

A small preview of the story.

Shiet, post order numbers got me all fucked up. Let's try that again
>>28681971
>Sadly, you didn’t have too much time to bask in your newfound enjoyment of Stutter’s company, as before you knew it you found yourself cruising down the winding streets of the city suburbs
>You found yourself dreading the inevitability of finding her house, like a little kid who knows he has to go home in the morning and wants to stay up all night with his friends
>This wasn’t a usual response from you when faced with a stranger’s company, but you chalked it up to your lack of social interaction in the past months
>The good news was, the worst of the storm was over, and you regretfully turned down the unnecessarily loud speakers so that you and your partner in rhyme could communicate effectively
>You felt a little bad for doing so, since removing the object of her obsession caused her visible disappointment, but you couldn’t ride around forever, as much as you would have liked to
“Your house is around here somewhere, right? Sorry, I might need some help the rest of the way”
>Now calm enough to respond to a conversation without adrenaline taking over, the girl gave you a trademark anxious nod before turning away to survey the houses around yourself
>After a moment or two she must have found a street or landmark she recognized, because she immediately perked up, sitting up straight and feeding you a steady stream of unstuttered directions, punctuated with “umm”s and “oh, uh”s whenever she lost her bearings
>You were thankful for the intelligible instructions, but you had to admit, you kinda missed the stuttering. It was endearing when it wasn’t hilarious nonsense

>>28687638
>Ultimately, after an uncountable number of lefts and more than a few rights that you were pretty sure led in a big circle, you finally ended up on a dead end road, apparently your intended destination
>To your surprise, your navigator kept silent as you coasted down the street, past all the cardboard cutout suburban houses with white picket fences and 2.5 kids, and down the hill towards a wooded lot
>Even more surprising was the overgrown bungalow at the end of the street, set on a hill well back from the road and completely shrouded by the forest of flora that had grown up around it
>As you pull up to the end of the street and drop into park, you get an even better view of the quaint house
>If it weren’t for the terrible weather, it would have looked like a cottage out of a picture book. Even so, you felt the structure elicited a response
“THAT’S you’re house?”
>You asked, hoping you would come across as impressed or awestruck. Anything other than judgmental, really
>Lucky for you, Copilot Stutterbutt is used to the question, offering back a hearty “yup” and shy grin
“Wow”
>Is all you can say in turn as you scan the grounds, noting that there weren’t any cars in sight. Parents must be out somewhere; that explains how Stutters ended up relying on her “friends” in the first place
>You’re just about to take another swing at conversation when a distant CRACK signals the return of the dreaded downpour, snapping both of you back to reality
>But without any more road, getting your charge to safety without her getting drenched in the process was looking pretty much impossible
>She wasn’t looking too thrilled at the prospect of making a mad dash uphill through the rain, and you weren’t about to settle for it either
>Taking a second to take stock of the situation, you found yourself suddenly thankful for the cluttered mess that was your backseat for the second time today

>>28687638
You already posted this update last thread, did you do anything new?

>>28685825
I'm gonna need the uncensored version of this, familia
My dick would be forever in your debt

>>28687649
>You already posted this update last thread
I'd suggest you get your eyes checked familia, I posted the pastebin with what I had finished last night at the start of this thread, but it's been edited since then. Also, I'll probably get another update in by the end of the night, so I'm posting this for continuity's sake as well.

>>28687648
>Snatching victory from the jaws of defeat, you reach into your backseat and once again return with an unexpected savior
>Your hoodie, which until now had been even more of a deadbeat slacker than you, was going to come in clutch for the victory whether it wanted to or not
>You just really hoped it didn’t smell, since as soon as she saw it, Stutters’ eyes became milk saucers
“Here, throw this on, you need it way more than I do. I got soaked earlier anyways”
>You say, and it’s true. Your hair is all the proof you need.
>A-A-Are you sure!? Y-You d-don’t have to -
“I’m sure. Take it, I’ll be fine. You can give it back to me tomorrow”
>You cut her off, having already made up your mind. You had suddenly become aware of the time once again, and every minute spent arguing was a minute later you’d be home
>”Oh gosh. Th-thanks so much for everything Anonymous, I...” she trails off, at a loss to express her gratitude
“Hey, don’t sweat it. That’s what friends are for, right?
>Another explosion in the sky startles the frail girl, prompting her to throw on your oversized hoodie before turning back to you to say
>”Um, I’m sorry I left you in detention”
>The apology was delivered so carefully you couldn’t help but imagine she’d been practicing it in her head for the past few minutes. You tried, and failed, to suppress a chuckle
“Don’t worry about it, that's all on me. Just get inside before this storm gets any worse, alright?
>The girl nods appreciatively, before throwing open your car door and sprinting for her front porch, the jungle sprouting from the ground around her adding to the protection of your hoodie
>You wait until she makes it to the front door just to be safe, and before she goes inside you roll your window down and shout
“SEE YA TOMORROW!”
>Over the chaotic din of the storm.
>Your heart almost melts when she turns around and throws you a meek wave before disappearing into the safety of her home

>>28687694
>You are now Fluttershy, #1 most Socially Awkward Junior in Canterlot High, and pretty much incapable of changing that
>Most days you could manage your stress and anxiety by sticking to a strict routine, and relying on your friends to calm you down whenever things got the better of you
>But today was a special kind of awful
>First you had to wait after school for your friends to come pick you up, which wouldn’t have been so bad, but then it started raining really hard, and you had to sit outside in the middle of the storm for more than an hour waiting for your them to show up
>Which was why you now found yourself about to have a panic attack in your living room as you fumbled with the phone, desperately trying to remember cell numbers and praying that nothing had happened to anyone on the road
>After a few minutes of racking your brain and trying to hold back tears, you finally remember Pinkie Pie’s number, which consisted of almost entirely one digit, which you promptly punched into the handset
“Come on Pinkie, please pickup please pickup please pickup”
>You mutter to yourself as the phone rings, your nerves finally getting the better of you as tears begin to swell in your eyes
>On the fourth ring, you hear the phone click and a goofy voice you’re all too familiar with sings from the other end,
>”HE-LOOOOO!~”
“OhmygoshPinkieit’sFluttershyI’mathomewhereareyouiseveryoneokay-”
>The words just spill out, and you don’t even try to control them, the sense of relief washing over you much stronger than whatever self control you had left
>”Woah, slow down, I can’t understand a word of what you’re saying!” Pinkie cuts you off on the other end of the call
>You take a deep breath, wondering why Pinkie Pie of all people can’t understand gibberish, especially from one of her best friends, and summon every ounce of restraint to say
“Pinkie It’s Fluttershy, Please Give The Phone To Twilight Or-”

>>28687718
>”HAH, ELABORATE VOICEMAIL HOAX! You know what to do!”
>It takes a painful amount of mental pressure to stop yourself from screaming directly into the phone, but somehow you manage to stay calm enough to respond without breaking glass
“It’s Fluttershy just please call me back okay?”
>Now full blown crying, you’re just about to hang up the phone when the sound of someone snickering on the other end catches your attention, followed by someone else saying something about phone pranks
>It isn’t until you hear a distinctly Rarity “Hello dear, where are you, are you alright?” that you completely lose it
>Setting the phone down gently and instinctively grabbing the nearest pillow, you unleash all your frustration, anxiety and anger in the least destructive way you can
>Then, you softly return the pillow to it’s proper place and, with a voice that openly betrays your emotional state, you answer the phone, cutting off the exasperated girl on the other endearing
“Rarity, it’s Fluttershy. I’m at home”
>You were too deflated to say much else, but that didn’t stop Rarity
>”Oh thanks Heavens, we got back to the school just a few minutes ago and when we couldn’t find you we feared the worst! How on Earth did you get home, please tell me you didn’t walk home in this weather!”
“No, I, um, got a ride”
>You wanted so badly to ask where they’d been for the past two hours, or how they’d ended up so late, but Rarity cut you off
>”A ride with who? I don’t think I should have to remind you about the dangers a young lady faces when getting into a car with complete strangers!”
>She had a point, but since when were students at CHS strangers? Didn’t people carpool with friends all the time?
“Um, a Senior who had detention gave me a ride in his car, he said his name was Anonymous”

>>28687723
>You instantly regretted opening your mouth. You knew the combination of the words “Senior”, “detention”, and “his” were enough to send Rarity over the breaking point
>Not only that, but you’d given his name out too. Might as well have put up a wanted sign
>”You WHAT!? Darling, how could you have done something so dangerous, and with an older man! I can’t tell you how disappointed in you I am!”
>Now you really were mad. You couldn’t believe she wanted you to feel ashamed for accepting help when you really needed it, while she was always prancing around looking for attention, ESPECIALLY from older men
“That’s not fair! Anon was really nice, he drove me home when he could have just left me, and he let me listen to music so I wouldn’t be scared, and he even gave me his hoodie so I wouldn’t get rained on! That’s more than you did, you just left me at school!”
>And without even thinking, you hung up the phone. Of course you knew that there would be repercussions for what you’d just said, and being rude was uncalled for, but right now you just wanted Rarity to stop talking
>In fact, you just wanted the whole world to stop bothering you right now, and with numb limbs and tired eyes you made your way down the hall to your bedroom, promptly collapsing on your bed
>The storm still raged outside, but you felt safer lying in your bed than anywhere else, and the addition of Anon’s comfy hoodie only added to your growing tiredness
>Making a modest effort to stay awake, you try to recount the lyrics to that music Anon had played in his car, trying your best to memorize the snippets you could pick up so you could track down the songs later, but your mind was too cloudy to be of any use
>And before you knew it, merciful sleep had completely enveloped you, leaving only dreams of thunderstorms and car rides with nice boys in its wake

>>28687734
And that's where we stand right now, but expect more fluttershy fov and the beginnings of the Flutterbowl later tonight

>>28687748
Okay

goodnight bump from 9

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I feel like the image dump at the end of the last thread was a summoning ritual.

Fine, I'll exist. Incoming.

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>>28687734
Comfy/10
This Flutterbooty makes things to my heart.

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>>28689128
Don't worry about it.

http://pastebin.com/CTKfug3d cause I've been a spooky summer ghost.


>Laying back with a contented sigh, Octavia lifts a hand over her head, smiling as her fingers are entwined in Vinyl's.
>"Maybe so..." She murmurs, her thumb rubbing her lover's palm absently.
>"Yeah... I could get used to this." Flash murmurs, not unaware of the happy squeak his comment prompts from Vinyl.
>"Dude, you are GOING to get used to this." Vinyl declares, an impish smile plastered across her face as she pushes herself up to leer over at Flash.
>Flash just returns her smile, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek.
>"That's fine with me, Vi, but, can we keep the kidney punches to a minimum? I'm sure you can think of better ways to punish me..."
>Vinyl blinks, the cocky smile on his lips and the gentle hand stroking her cheek bringing her dangerously close to melting point.
>"W-well, sure. Sure, dude. Heh, 'Learn to appropriate response,' right?" Vinyl mutters, leaning down and brushing her lips against Flash's tentatively.
>She backs off to see a soft smile with a wry twist, and glances furtively to his eyes.
>"That's more of a reward, isn't it?" Flash asks, the embodiment of innocence, and Vinyl doesn't miss the amused chuckle this byplay wrings out of Octavia.
>Vinyl looks over to the other girl to see her rolled onto her stomach, chin propped up in her hands.
>She gives Vinyl a knowing smile, cocking an eyebrow at the flustered girl.
>Snapping her gaze back to Flash, she leans in again, her lips brushing against his a bit more insistently as her hand slides over his maligned side.
>"Maybe, I guess, more of an apology?" Vinyl murmurs, her fingers gently brushing the spot she's worried might sport a bruise in the morning.
>"Heh. Apology accepted, Vi..." Flash says softly, his hand reaching around to pull her down onto him.
>Vinyl murmurs contentedly as she snuggles into his chest.
>'Fuck this feels good. Fucking Flash, what the fuck are you doing to me?"

>>28687410
pls keep going, I'm interested to see how this plays out

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>10
why

>>28687410
Color me interested

>>28689520
Comfy out of 10

>>28682802
>Now Twilight, stay nice and obedient. no yelling.

>>28682833
I want to squeeze the EQG udders.

>>28692527
>No purple skin

>>28689520
Oh shit your back. And it ain't even day of the dead yet.

I've really been looking forward to this. Just one question though, are we going to get yet another sex scene? I never thought I would say this but I'm getting tired of all the sex.

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>>28692649
That's more like it.

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>>28692649
You did good, kid.

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>>28682802
>PREEMPTIVELY RAPING NIGGER TWILIGHT

>>28693362

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>>28682833
>filename

Ha Ha Time For Updates

Sorry I missed the promised Double Upload last night, had some computer issues to deal with, but I've got 7 (seven), count them 7 (SEVEN) posts of content tonight

And they're all Fluttershy PoV

>>28687734
>You wake up with dawn the next morning, still very much the most awkward teenager in town, but you felt a lot better now that you’d had a good night’s rest
>Actually, “wake up” was a bit of overstatement. You were definitely conscious, but pulling yourself up and out of bed to face the day wasn’t exactly appealing right now
>Instead you remain half-huddled in your sleeping position, listening to the cacophony of birdsongs beginning to erupt outside the windows of your cottage
>Mother Nature had always been the best alarm clock, and after a few minutes the various hoops and cries melded together to form a crescendo of noise you couldn’t ignore if you try
>’Alright Fluttershy, it’s time to get up’ you thought to yourself in a motherly tone, barely possessing enough strength to even persuade yourself
>Somehow, though, your subconscious won out, and you found yourself sitting up with a groan before sliding off your bed and clumsily plodding down the hall to the bathroom
>Just as you step inside, you’re caught off guard by the image of a pale-skinned teenage girl with wild, frizzy pink hair wearing a combination of a frumpy skirt and an oversized hoodie, staring at you with a look of bewilderment
>Awww, she looked awful, the poor thing, maybe she needs hel-
>Wait a second, that’s a mirror
>Wait a second, why did you look like THAT? Why did you fall asleep in your clothes, and apparently somebody else’s!?
>A wave of confusion hit you like a ton of bricks, jolting you from your previous dreamy state with a noticeable start, before the memories of yesterday’s ordeals came flooding back to you
>Your ride home with Anonymous, though initially uncomfortable, had turned out alright in the end, and for a few moments you savor the warmth of his loaned article of clothing

>>28695574
>But then you remember the cause for the ride, and your subsequent spat with Rarity, and your mood sinks like a rock.
>You really hadn’t meant to be so ungrateful about carpooling, but even though the Victorian girl had likely already forgiven your outburst on the phone, you knew there was still going to a lecture on the etiquette of a proper young lady
>You really didn’t like it when Rarity treated you like a child who couldn’t take care of herself, even though you know deep down she’s just trying to protect you
>And you definitely weren't looking forward to a rant about how Anon was a "bad influence"
>Right now, the only thing you're looking forward to is a hot bath, and getting out of these mussy clothes
>After reaching over to the bathtub faucet to get the water started, you carefully peel off Anon's hoodie, instantly missing the cozy garment
>You carefully fold it and place it on the counter where it's unlikely to get wet or otherwise soiled before removing your own wrinkled clothes with somewhat less ceremony
>By the time you finished disrobing, the bathwater had warmed up to the perfect temperature, and you add a few splashes of aromatic bubble bath before lowering yourself into the welcoming water
>Again, you felt terrible for being so rude to Rarity the day before. She had always been so generous, making you and the other girls beautiful clothing, handing out luxuries like the expensive sopa and shampoo you were using right now
>And she'd be the first to inform anyone who asked that she wasn't doing this with her parents' money; the highschool girl had been running a profitable fashion startup out of her own house for over a year now, and her own hard work and talent afforded her the gifts she showered on her friends
>For a moment you felt a pang of jealousy, not because your friend was wildly successful, but because she wore her success so openly and easily

>>28695585
>Even if you had such an incredible talent, you were sure you'd never flaunt it like that. You were already shy enough about playing in your friends' band, and tambourine wasn't exactly a starring role
>But you shake your head, knowing better than to dwell on the things you couldn't change. Besides, you had better things to think about right now
>Anonymous
>Even without saying it out loud, his name sparked something in your chest - the same kind of feeling you had gotten when you met your now best friends for the first time, or even more recently upon meeting both Twilights and the successfully reformed Sunset Shimmer
>But this time, there was something different, a subtle change that made the familiar thrill of meeting a new friend suddenly very foreign
>Anon was a boy, who wanted to talk about boy interests and do boy activities
>While most girls your age had at least outgrown their fear of talking to the opposite gender, you were lucky when you didn't get butterflies from talking in a class full of students you'd known for years
>Talking to boys was entirely new to you, and although you had felt more comfortable with Anon by the time he dropped you off yesterday, you still needed someone to give you boy-talking-to advice
>Rarity was out of the question, of course. You didn't need another reason to bring her shame down on you
>As was Pinkie Pie, because she'd spill the beans to everyone, Rarity included
>That and you were still mad about that phone prank she pulled on you yesterday
>In a show of mock anger at the hyperactive girl, you stuck your tongue out at nobody in particular
>Twilight Sparkle and Sunset Shimmer could probably help, since they were both pretty popular with the male students, but you didn't want your friendship with Anon to be seen as... romantic
>You blushed at the thought of Twilight and Sunset, dumbfounded as you told them about a kind, handsome senior boy who you maybe wanted to be more than friends with

>>28695566
Dub dubs mean you are forgiven, the large content dump helps as well. I will read it in the morning, goodnight folks.

>>28695593
>And there goes that tingling in your chest again
>Oh gosh
>Just Friends Fluttershy, Just Friends
>After calming down, you conclude that you're left with only Apple Jack and Rainbow Dash for guidance, and to you, both were good options
>Rainbow Dash had lots of male friends owing to her popularity with the school's various sports teams, as well as the growing fan-following of the band, and she was happy to be seen as 'one of the guys'
>AJ, on the other hand, had a huge family tree, which meant she had dealt with boys of all ages, and you knew you could trust her to give helpful advice
>Any further decisions about broaching the subject of boys to your friends would have to wait, though, as a loud grumble from your stomach brought your attention to more pressing matters
>You had completely forgotten to eat last night, and now the hollow feeling in your tummy drove you to rise up from the tub, drain the water and towel off in a series of quick practiced motions
>Wrapping one towel tightly around your slender frame, and grabbing another for your freshly treated hair, you brace for a second before stepping out into a hall, the sudden chill of dry air sending a shiver down your spine and across your skin
>Your suffering is thankfully cut short by the promise of clean, dry clothes as you reach your room, quickly tossing on the pajamas you had left on your bedside table yesterday to block out the unwelcome air
>Your PJ's hadn't seen much action the night before, and a quick glance at the alarm clock that had been sitting under them told you there was more than an hour of morning left before you needed to be ready to leave anyways, so you were more than happy to have their company
>Another outburst from your belly reminded you of your mission, and in pursuit of sustenance you once again emerged from your bedroom, heading down the hall and in the direction of your homely kitchen

>>28695601
>While you were no Pinkie Pie, your parents were certainly capable cooks in their own right, and despite the difficulty acclimating to kitchen utensils and appliances, over the course of a few years you had become more than proficient at feeding yourself
>Today, though, you were just feeling plain lazy, and a bowl of microwaved oatmeal coupled with a glass of milk was surely enough to fill you up
>As you polished off your well-earned breakfast, your mind - now free of distractions - drifted back towards Anon, as you tried in earnest to make a mental catalog of potential future conversation topics
>Anything to help stop you from completely blanking out if you saw him again today
>Sadly the only real interest of his that you could recall was his music, which was probably because you had spent the entire car ride home shaking like a leaf and trying to avoid eye contact
>But hey, music wasn't a bad starting point, right? Lots of people talked about music, and despite what you had heard about hip-hop, you were intrigued by the thumping beats and gruff, melodic lyrics that had poured out of Anon's stereo
>Deciding on music as the best course of action, an idea began to form in your head, and after a quick trip back to your bedroom to fetch the vital component, you headed for your living room, laptop in hand
>The laptop had mostly been a paperweight since your parents had bought it for you at the start of your Sophomore year, especially since you were uncomfortable with the internet, but the occasional sharing of cute cat videos by your friends had armed you with the navigational knowledge you needed for this task
>After a few minutes of fruitlessly Googling snippets of half-remembered lyrics from the day before to no avail, you finally discovered a song whose name you were sure you could recognize from Anon's radio readout
>With a second of hesitation, you brought the mouse over the link to the song, and after building up some courage, hit Play

>>28695619
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZ8ncHPrF-c
>The opening off-beat guitar chord jogged your memory, and although the lyrics remained as incomprehensible as they had been the day before, you were entranced by the bumping bassline
>Turning the volume all the way up, you let the music pound through your ears. Free concerts was one of the perks of having no one around
>You had never been much of a dancer, but in the privacy of your own home you found yourself progressing from a slight head nod to an all-out upper-body groove by the end of the song
>It takes some strong music to get you in the dancing mood, and as the video ended you clicked the 'like' button at the bottom to show your appreciation
>For a moment you considered trying to track down a few more songs, but the time at the corner of the screen let you know it was getting closer to time to leave, and with some disappointment you closed your laptop and carried it back to your room
>You could always listen to more music after school, maybe even with some recommendations from Anon...
>With your thoughts still lingering on a certain Senior boy, you pull open the closet and go about deciding what to wear today
>Not that you had much choice. Fluttershy by Rarity was the look of the season, and you had an entirely new set of stylish outfits you would be expecting to test drive in the coming weeks
>In a small act of rebellion you grab an older, slightly less stunning outfit from last year's lineup out of the back of the closet, hoping Rarity would notice the mistake

>>28695627
>As you dressed, you couldn't help scrutinizing yourself in the mirror. All of your friends had admitted at some point or other that you had the makings of a supermodel, even Rarity herself, but honestly, you just didn't see it
>Save for Rainbow Dash, each of your friends was, um, bigger than you in one way or another, and while Rarity had been the first to praise your looks, you had heard distinctly fewer compliments once she had grown her startup to the point of working with actual models
>If there was one asset you weren't lacking, though, it was definitely your hair.
>The honeysuckle tone contrasted well with your pale skin, and to everyone's surprise it pretty much groomed itself, requiring little more than a daily cleaning to maintain it's natural volume
>Not that your friends didn't have great hair, too, but you were often the target of girlish jealousy over the "cotton candy swirls" as Pinkie put it, preferring strawberry when referring to her own hot pink mane
>Dash was especially obsessed with your hair. More than once she had whined that if her own, 'totally rocking' rainbow roots wouldn't clash with the dye, she would love to sport the Fluttershy colors herself
>Still, you were pretty sure that hair alone wasn't going to set you apart from your much prettier friends in the eyes of a stranger - not to mention the dozens of other fashionable girls in your grade
>Without meaning to, you had completely zoned out comparing yourself with your friends, and by the time you took another glance at the alarm clock sitting by your bed, it was time go get moving
>Anxiety mounted as you gathered up your backpack, forgotten at the foot of your bed, and headed out the front door of your cozy secluded house, grabbing your trusty bicycle off the front porch and pedaling uphill before turning off in the direction of CHS

>>28695598
Thanks, That One Anon Who Posts Encouragement After Each Update And Is Basically The Only Reason I'm Still Posting

Soon to come
>round 1 of the Flutterbowl
>Stutters forgets something important
>Slumming with ShimSham

>>28695640
Yeah, second anon here. I like this story, it has a lot of potential. Good job, and good luck.

>page 9
why

>>28695640
Third anon here too. You're doing good son.

>page 8

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>>28695640
Flutterbutt a cute.

>>28699378

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RIP NaOH and Stoker.

Stoker probably isn't dead, but NaOH has long since decomposed.

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>>28682802
>You will never meet Ms. Cheerilee under the bleachers after school while she wears her old cheerleader outfit.
>She will never say "I never thought I would be doing this with a student." Then pushes her panties aside.

>>28700731
>implying implications

>>28701074
That sexy librarian needs a deep dicking. Breed her.

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>>28700731
>NaOH is dead

>>28701074
Green when?

>>28700731
>being this much of a faggot

>>28701220
You asked for it.
>>28701074
>The two of you have to wait until everyone else is gone.
>But you're already getting hard. Dangerously hard.
>It feels like your pants aren't going to surv-
>"Ya ready?" Cheerily breaks you out of your thoughts.
>You hadn't even realized that everyone was already gone.
>The librarian teacher corners you in between two adjacent rows of metal.
>Backs you into them until she's pressing against you, keeping a finger on your chin as she kisses you.
>Your hands can't resist reaching around her hardly concealed curves and surveying her behind.
>This cheerleader outfit is extra tight on her given that she's developed even more ever since the last time she's worn it.
>It ain't covering as much anymore, already riding up those hips and the bottom of her abdomen.
>You're falling down to a squatting position, still noticing how much your boner protrudes even though your are bending your legs closer to your body.
>Miss Cheerilee plants her legs on either side of your own bent knees, leaning onto your shoulders with her hands.
>That top is almost at the level of tearing off of her.
>She starts to squat down over you, and you push her thighs apart with your knees, spreading your own legs until her crotch hovers above yours.
>With your personal cheerleader's legs spread wide.
>You already have a sneaky view of her light pink panties with that skirt failing to fall low enough.
>It only peeks through until Cheerilee lifts the front up for you to see that band of thin fabric hugging her mound underneath.
>Her fingers dance around on the fabric, digging just under the rim.
>She murmurs to you in a sultry voice: "I never thought I would be doing this with a student." Then pushes her panties aside.
>One lip slips out at a time; that damn thing was clinging onto her tightly.
>The fly on the front of your jeans breaks from the force. can't hold it in anymore.

>>28701626
>Your diamond member shoots through the front opening and points directly at your personal cheerleader.
>Cheerilee tucks the bottom of her skirt into the rim of her panties to keep herself exposed to you.
>The bridge that used to cover her honeypot is now pinched between her upper inner thigh and a soft place.
>Cheerilee VERY willingly lunges her hips forward so your knees don't hold her hovering above you. But she keeps her legs, and her nether region, spread.
>She lands right on top of your enlarged head, making it twitch wildly under the doomed fabric of your boxers.
>You don't know if the pre-cum creating the wet spot is your... or hers.
>But she doubles down on your pleading member anyway, straining the front of your boxers to the point where the fabric itself starts to give way.
>"2... 4... 6... 8..." You hear her chant every time she slams her tender cooter down onto your solid tent. "Who do I appreciate?"
>The only response you can think of is-
>Oh fuck, her walls are even sliding against your shaft through your boxers. Things have already gotten that wet. That... soaked.
>She leand forward, pulling you towards her by your shoulders and meeting you halfway for a long kiss.
>A couple of eager moans escape Cheerilee as she feels more and more of your shaft becoming apparent against the inside of her.
>And so, you groan in ecstasy into Cheerilee's mouth for a moment before she breaks the kiss. Her warm breath tickling your lips as her grinning face returns to looming above you.
>"I appreciate a good breeding, my greatest fan!" Miss Cheerilee goes back to her desirous bouncing on your member, wearing the resistence of your boxers thin to practically nothing.
>And then entirely to nothing; muffle ripping sounds can be heard as the soaked fabric inside of Cheerilee surrenders to the intense heat and moisture.
>You don't even care about any of your clothes anymore at this point.

>>28701629
>Take your hands and furiously grope the front side of Cheerilee's body as your cheerleader frees your throbbing dick.
>Letting it glide out of the gaping hole in the fabric completely and directly envelop itself in her slippery flesh that tightly cradles it from all sides.
>And lovingly pulls the surface of your shaft along with it with just enough sliding to make your senses force you to thrust your hips upward.
>She pushes down into your thrust, welcoming your desired but involuntary reflex.
>You just know that you're going to leave a butt-plant in the grass with Cheerilee bouncing on top of you this much.
>Her energy sometimes overpowers your upwards motions until your body convulses and cannot be kept against the ground by anything in this world.
>The bottom of Cheerilee's top is scrunched up by your madly curling thumbs, and the rest of your fingers find their way over to the armholes, where the grab ahold.
>She feels and sees you do this, proceeding to hump you even harder. Your hands lock on with an unstoppable grasp.
>Your hands crumple her top up further and further, unveiling her jiggling breasts that bounce twice as often as she does.
>They're so slippery with a thin coat of sweat as your hands grab on and fondle them, thumbs flicking her nipples when they pass over hem.
>Her crotch starts to drip onto your pelvic area with the moisture that your plunging member brought out. She starts moving straight up and down with less speed so each thrust lasts longer... and makes you explosively add your own ingredient to what's dripping out onto you.
>Your unbounded climax shoots a raging load up and DEEP into Cheerilee the cheerleader as she squirms around in her tiny little outfit. With your hands viciously groping onto her soft, slippery chest.
>The juices leak down onto your hips and pool into the grass.

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>>28701634
>There's gonna be some weird looking grass growing there in a couple of weeks. Around the two larger circles where your ass cheeks were and the two smaller ovals where Cheerilee's knees were.

The fuckingend because I have to go write something else now.
Pheno, if you're reading this, what do you think? Is this a good sex scene? I'm just curious as to what your opinion would be.

>>28701652
Any epilogue?

>>28701652
Don't ask that hack for advice. You did well, I think your own style is great.

>>28702068
>pheno
>hack

Well, youre not wrong

>>28701652
Nice, it will do.

>>28702068
Who isn't one?

Member the old writefags?
Member when there was no skype or discord chat?
I member

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Trixie green when?

>>28702770
never

>>28702770
I'd like to do a Trixie green sometime
Not anytime soon, mind you

>>28702770

Here's the pastebin for a green with Trixie in it
http://pastebin.com/wwi5PhR0

The green is still being written in the lewd sleepover thread here >>28673939

Also here's another writefriend's bin with 3 Trixie greens too
http://pastebin.com/u/BrownieTown

Bump for some Diamond T greens please

Where is papa Stoker?

>>28703507
ded

>>28703460
Write it yourself or at the very least provide a prompt like the Cheerilee guy did, nobody will write if all you do is beg and bitch.

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>>28695640
I came here for the OP pic, stayed for this story
pic unrelated

>>28704256
I...have no words for how much I now want this pic.

>>28704314
Can you imagine how fluffy it must be?

>>28704329
it looks like it would swallow me whole in the softness, like a giant fluffy bean bag chair.

>>28704334
With one extra annoyed Sunbutt to go with it

>>28704342
She would just walk around with me sticking out of her hair like a silly comb.

>>28704347
She's like john cosby on a saturday night

>>28703460
>"So if you want these pictures deleted then you what I say, when I say it, understood?"
"And if I don't?"
>"Then you'll have a pretty hard time explaining all this, need I remind you?"
>Tiara pulls out her phone, taps and swipes for a bit, then flips it round to you.
>You shudder, jeez you shouldn't have done that.
>How are you going to explain this?
>How did Tiara even get those pictures?
>Diamond looks at you, impatiently tapping her foot.
>"Well? Do we have a deal or not?"
>Fucks sake.
>With utter contempt, you look at her and hold out your hand.
"Fine, whatever you say."
>Tiara smiles and shakes your hand lightly.
>"Good. And It's ma'am now. Got it?"
>Oh you could slap her right about now.
>You slump your shoulders and sigh in defeat.
"Yes Ma'am."


Theres a prompt, sort yourself out.

>>28704419
>"Good. Now, first on the list, my homework."
>You roll your eyes and groan a little.
"Oh wow, homework; I sure didn't see that coming."
>"Did I say you could speak? Hmm?"
"No"
>"No what?"
>Is she really gonna stick with that.
>Fuck that's going to get old.
"Ugh, no, MA'AM."
>"Good, now do this tonight, I need it first thing in the morning. Got it?"
>She hands you a small folder with only a few bits of paper in there.
>"You look her straight in the eye, a look of pure and utter contempt.
"Yes. Ma"am."
>"Good, now run along, I have a party to attend."
>She turns around and waves you off, before turning down the hall and disappearing.
>Fuck she needs a slap.

There, an even bigger prompt, now dont whine, or write it yourself

>>28704445
You need to continue this.

>>28704614
He wont finish it if its a prompt

>>28702068
>>28701652
>>28689520
If I knew what Pheno and Alex looked like I'd picture them doing it

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>>28689520
Yeah, it's another sex scene. I'll honestly admit that this is one of those parts of this story where even I'M tired of all the sex. More figuring things out afterwards for the, then diving straight back into Lemon's breeding session.

Then, drama. Drama that I've wanted to write for months.

>>28701652
You know, at first I thought it was over the top, but I still ended up wet.>>28702068 had it right, how you wrote this was unusual, but a good stylistic choice. I can't tell if you got tired with it at the end and just splashed, or if you were just keeping with the almost impressionist feel of the piece. Most people will say that the orgasm is the most important part, but how you wrote it left me feeling wistful, and wondering if Anon managed to satisfy Cheerilee. Not to say it was bad, as like I said, it fit the tone of the rest of the piece.

7/10 from that hack.

>>28702219
... Walter, you're just an asshole.

Flutters and Treehugger on molly cause cute.

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>>28705073
You know what? This comment put it into my head, then I realized that... I don't know what Alex looks like, either. So, you'll have to picture Anon fucking a tiny girl with hair down to her ass.

>>28705194
This hot mess was me, forgot to use my tag.

>>28705194
>walter
Is this an inside joke or something? Because I don't know what you mean.

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>>28702770
Alex where are you? I need more spergy Trixie.

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>>28705244
Jesus, watch a movie some time...

The big lebowski?

"You're not wrong, Walter; you're just an asshole."

Pic not related, I was just tired of never having an excuse to use it.

Stoker why have you forsaken us?!

>>28707025
fuck you that's why

>>28707755

>>28703271
OH SHIT BURNOUT ANON
GET BACK TO WRITING GODDAMNIT I NEED MORE FAP FUEL

Anyways small life update, not gonna be any more Flutter green on my end for a few days, but expect a big upload to make up for it on Monday or Tuesday

>>28708845
I literally just posted the next part in the Sleepover thread as you posted that >>28708868

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>>28708903
*audible lip smacking*

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>>28708903
Have some sexy Trixie.

>>28709667
This artist draws nice butts

>>28709988
Good thing really because those boobs are beyond fucked.

A while back someone made a whole thread about banging principal Luna. Does anyone have any of the stories in a pastebin maybe?

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>"Anon! I have a letter for you!"

>>28710981
Was that the one that was based on the "you don't have the balls to ask her out" prompt?

>>28711009
Yes

BAMPU

>>28694067
>>28700214
>>28708219
Samefag

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>>28710986
>Derpy wanted to deliver a love letter to Anon
>She chickened out when seeing him read it
>When asked if she wrote it she lies that it was some secret admirer
>Anon asks why she delivered it then, she panics and hastily makes up a story that she is now working as a mail person
>Has to now keep up the lie or else he finds out

I'd read it

>>28711862
bump

>>28712565

>>28713919

Stoke isn't going to finish in time for Halloween like he previously did is he.

Bump for anon and derpy story, that actually sounds kinda cute. 10/10 would read

>>28714956
I don't care if he finish in time. He just has to continue.

Since when did we become this dead? Disco is more alive than us.

>>28711876
The sad part is that she never grew courage to tell the truth, and ended up working as a mailmare for the rest of her life

>>28710986
>fuck derpy hard enough she ahegaos
>eyes end up fixed
>suddenly no longer attractive

>>28716850
You'd clearly have to fuck her even harder after that

>>28717380
THIS

>>28717572
>Derpy enjoying a few tearful moments of beautiful sanity and clarity as her brain becomes unscrambled by orgasm, before being pinned down and fucked back into slowly becoming retarded again
I didn't know I could have this boner

>>28717827
Me neither M9

>>28714833
>>28713919
more samefag

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here, have somthing to stop yall from sinking

>>28718850
Not interested.

>>28718850
Someone get Faggot13 to write this.

>>28718902
This desu

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bump from 9

>>28718850
Sunny is not for abuse I'm guessing you're the guy who did the Sour Sweet strangling one as well.

>>28720181
That will never not be hot.

>>28720181

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>>28720209
Thats right! Here are my current plan for it
>Sour Sweet : Choking (here)
>Sugarcoat: Toothpulling >>28718850
>Indigo Zap : elbow breaking
>SciTwi : leg amputation and laser cauterization
>Lemon Zest: ??

Any ideas about Lemon's session with Sunny Flare? Im thinking somehting along the lines of
>Forced Deafening
>Electrocution
>Ear meets Centipede
>Ear meets Acid
>squeezing lemon to open wounds

Stubborn bump

>>28721844
Decapitation

Where did the green go?

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>>28721844
You killing yourself.

We need some promts, the thread is fading.

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>>28723765
B-but muh >>28711876

>>28723803
Try again with a happy end.

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>>28723824
I never intended for a bad end. Basically Derpy having to suddenly work mail job and failing as she does, but Anon would then pick up the same job to raise his grade in class x. Things can converge to good end from there.

And I do mean good end, making sweet love to Derpy on a pile of mail that she spilled over causing both her and Anon to stay alone in the post office to "clean up"?

>>28723952
Unf, good idea.

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>>28718902
Faggot13 left.
Not sure why.

>>28724029
Because of Kitty and his/her bullshit, most likely alongside with Disco's behavior.

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>>28724129
Oh yeah there's that, but most of it was over and done with by the time Faggot13 left.

I got word from Alex that he is going to be posting tonight. He told me to say to the thread that he's been typing both green on /mlp/ and prose on FimFic to impress some people apparently.

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>>28724298
>prose on FimFic to impress some people apparently.

>>28724129
I'm totally sure that Faggot13 was 100% innocent in this. Totally.

>>28724310
Who cares about that fag

>>28724423
In what? You both make it sound like it was soap opera tier of drama

>>28724438
Because it was soap opera tier drama.

>NaoH

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Hahaha! But seriously though, where is stoker?

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>>28724520
I don't think it was that serious. Two people triggered each other and that was about it.
It ended and no one said much about it afterwards. Faggot13 stayed for a while post-drama, but just up and left a little while later.
Said they weren't ever going to write on 4chan again, too. Moving to FimFic and all that.

>>28724436
Probably people you as an individual don't want to be real.
>>28724654
Of course it wasn't that serious. Soap opera tier drama is when people make a big deal out of virtually nothing.

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>>28724639
He pulled the same trick again. Just like back in the starwars thread.

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>>28724679
No. No. Sarge is a good man. He wouldn't do this, not in October. Never in October.

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>>28724699

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>>28724639
>>28724679
>>28724699
>>28724745
>>28700731
>>28703507
>>28707025

I'm sorry I haven't been updating and didn't drop by to let you know; I don't have much written beyond my last update however many days ago. Some stuff came up that I won't go into great detail about but it's hit me like a ton of bricks.

I don't know if this will be the first October where I fail the challenge I put to myself to write it all in one month but I'm going to try to get as far as I can.

I haven't forgotten/forsaken/etc. I often check the thread.

I'll be back with an update later on but for now I'm still dealing with some things. See you soon.

>>28723952
Fuck i need this so much in my life right now.

>tfw in the middle of one green and already obsessively planning another green
All this productivity is killing my drive to write

>>28725422
And apparently I typo'd my tripcode. Whoops
Damn cell phones

>>28724795
No worries, man. There's some stuff you just can't plan for, and I'm just glad to hear you're okay.

>>28725422
You are great man!
What other idea for a green do you plan?

I do need to say that i think it's probably better for you to stick to this story, it's really good.

>>28725864
Posting anonymously because fuck the tripcode
I definitely plan to finish the current story first, it's not going anywhere. I just found writing the parts involving music to be really fun, and the setting of the Flutters story is much less cartoon-y than EQG itself so I'm wanting to try something more fantastic.

So yeah, more music antics and something closer in tone to the EQG universe. Other than that, no spoilers

>>28726595
You going to post any time in the next 20 minutes? Because I need to decide whether or not to post in here or somewhere else first before midnight.

>>28726991
Nope, next update will be sometime tomorrow or the day after

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>>28727055
Roger that.
>>28675006
>>28675818
>>28680336
>>28674886
>It’s probably like four in the morning at this point. The chill from the air is somewhat proof that it is around this time.
>You really with that this tent was a little bit thicker.
>Shake your thoughts away and nuzzle back into your sleeping bag.
>Trixie soon has every light she possibly can on, sitting upright and constantly looking in every direction.
>You’re still too low on energy to do much.
>But you can soon hear Trixie doing something on her phone.
"Whatcha doing?"
>"Shitposting some more." Trixie answers. "These are some of the best hours to do it anyway."
>You turn your head to watch her frantically typing with her thumbs. She seems to be getting really into this, as usual.
>It's still a little funny how Trixie turned out to me the internet dwelling type. You wouldn't have wanted to pair up with anyone else in one of these tents.
>But you do wish that your sleeping bag wasn't so thin. This cold air is really getting to you.
>"Want to join in?" Trixie asks you, showing her screen so you can see which thread she had open.
"Eh, I'm still kinda tired." You notice Trixie's feet kicking around in her own sleeping bag that's aligned right next to yours.
>You look up to the dome shaped ceiling of the tent, exhaling quietly.
>"Well maybe the excitement will wake you up a little."
"I dunno, I think I'd just like to get a couple of hours sleep in now. That's all."
>"But..." Trixie leans in closer to you. "Trixie doesn't want to be awake all alone!"
"I'm sure there was nothing serious out there." You groan. "Probably just a deer or something."
>"How can you be sure?"
"I, uh... eh I dunno, I just wanna go to sleep."
>"Please don't. Stay awake with Trixie."
"But it's like four in the morning!"
>"And trixie doesn't have any chocolate pudding to suffice for her life falling apart!"
"...What?"

>>28727095
>"It's a meme! Now pull your phone out and shitpost with Trixie!"
>There is a pause, leaving nothing but the chirping of crickets outside to be heard. It's soon accompanied by the rustling of Tricie's sleeping bag as she turns to face you.
>"Please?" Her pupils dilate.
>You take a deep breath and give in.
"Eh, it's too cold for me to sleep anyway."
>You pull your phone and make your way to the same page as Trixie. The girl turns on her mini boom box again, and sets the volume at the lowest setting so no one else is disturbed.
>She starts playing a completely different Vaporwave playlist than before.
>The girl turns to you and gives you a smile as it starts to play. The smile feels... striking as her eyes meet yours.
>It's striking enough to make you smile back without being able to help it.
>Which only makes her smile grow a little wider.
>Something feels as thought it got real just now, and it's apparent enough to make the two of you start to giggle.
>The two of you start shitposting in a random thread on 4chan. A thread of Trixie's choice after the previous one prunes.
>You're nodding your head to the vaporwave that's playing, feeling warmth rush through you from the vibes you're getting from the quiet vaporwave that's playing.
>It sends a few shivers down your spine and back up to your head.
>But you can't help but notice the goosebumps on Trixie's arms as the cold seeps into the tent.
>But you only feel... playful about this happening.
>You're more than sure there is a happily glazed look in your eyes.
>Trixie's eyes are doing the same thing, waiting for you to notice her latest post.
>She's doing that thing where she posts random thumbnails from google again and pasting whatever she copied directly from some... Facebook page it seems.
>Something about fine dining; she's literally just gathering something that's made out of text and spamming it into her posts.

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>>28727106
>You open up google and do the exact same thing, almost competing with the girl in a friendly way.
>The same moment from before is revived as Trixie scoots a little closer to you. There wasn't much space in between the two of you to begin with.
"You know." You begin. "I thought what you did during the campfire story was pretty fucking rad."
>"Well, Trixie wasn't sure how long they were willing to listen to her reciting the bee movie script."
"You lasted longer than I thought." You giggle just from the thought, the memory alone of her doing that.
>A cool sensation takes your mind as you finally come to terms with the fact that you actually... liked what she did.
>After a few more minutes, the Vaporwave playlist starts playing music from the Weather Channel.
>From what you can only presume is from the 1980's.
>Both you and Trixie start lightly head-banging to the Weather Channel music.
>It's a pretty sweet groove.
>Continue saving every single random thumbnail you can find after typing random phrases into Google Image search.
>So many jpegs.
>And surprisingly a lot of images with plants.
>Trixie gleefully starts to quietly sing along with the words in the vaporwave songs, now leaning up against you.
>She's jamming to this just as much as you are as you keep trolling random strangers on 4chan; together. Actually teaming up at times.
>Trixie licks her lips, soon realizing how cold it's getting in the tent due to it being sometime in the early morning.
>Her breath begins to shudder more, and you notice her arms are still covered in goosebumps.
>She notices you looking at her, but only smiles a bit when your eyes were caught wandering below her face.
"...Cold?"
>Trixie nods with a bite of her lip, seemingly interpreting your words for something else. But part of you can completely understand her.
>She means something... really good.

>>28727118
>This session of trolling people on the internet feels a bit different than the last one. Trixie is... bumping into you more often in her sleeping bag.
>It isn't long before you figure out that's she's doing it on purpose.
"Still cold?"
>You're starting to shiver partially from excitement and partially from the cold now. But after looking back at Trixie, you can see her shivering too.
>"These sleeping bags are thinner than Trixie thought."
>You're about to answer her, but she interrupts and starts off with something else.
>"We should double up our sleeping bags."
>You're taken by surprise, but only a little bit. Trixie has already said weirder things than this before.
"You... you think so?"
>"Trixie wants to be warmer."
"But if we like... double layer the sleeping bags, then which one of us is going to use it?"
>"Both of us." Trixie is obviously trying to keep from grinning.
>You can feel the blush creep across your face. No need to describe what just happened, you just look around for seemingly the longest time as the vaporwave continues to play.
>Feeling yourself getting harder in your pants as you imagine yourself... sharing the sleeping bag with Trixie.
>Saying yes or no isn't even required; Trixie is already sliding out of her sleeping bag as the clock strikes around four thirty AM.
>Her purple top clings to her torso as she squats and opens up the hole of her sleeping bag after she's completely out. Two small bumps on her chest reveal to you where her nipples stand erect under the fabric.
>It's too late to look away; you already saw it. The image is in your mind, and your can't stop yourself from reaching full mast in a compressed fashion.
>Smile awkwardly, but Trixie starts to smile awkwardly the exact same way you are as she catches you taking a peek at her chest.
>"Stick your legs out." She holds the opening of the sleeping bag near your feet.

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>>28727127
>Her knuckles slide against your body as your sleeping bag is enveloped inside of hers.
"Why my sleeping bag, though?"
>"Two reasons." Trixie tells you. "Trixie likes to keep her scent alone in her own sleeping bag." She pauses and smiles at you. "And she knows what's going on in yours anyway."
>Nervousness chills you.
"Y-you mean."
>"Shh." She crawls right up to you. Through the loose arm hole in her sleeveless top, you can't see any bra hugging her body.
>First, her legs rub up against your chest, then they sink lower and invade where your legs are. She just started climbing in without warning you.
>You can tell that she can feel your mast pushing against her through your pants.
>The pressure against the sleeping bags's surface intensifies as both you and Trixie take up the space, now making the double layered cloth grip around the two of you really... tight. Pushing you and Trixie together.
>And there's no way to pull your chest away from Trixie's; you feel her breasts squish against you as her arms move around with the phone in one hand.
>"Well, Trixie sure thinks this is an improvement." Her voice's texture goes along with the tones of the vaporwave music that's still playing. "want to post some more?"
"S-sure. Now that we're warm." You can feel her breathing against you.
>Her breathing becomes more gradual, but her heartbeat quickens. As does yours.
>Trixie dims the lamp that illuminates the tent, leaving your phone screens as the only major light source.
>Her breath tickles your neck as your phones are lined up against one another, parallel to the ground.
>You feel Trixie snake her arm around your body, but it only makes you do the same to her.
>Things are getting really heated really quickly. But the last thing you want to do is turn back.
>Start saving more thumbnails from google images.

I'll be typing more now. And I'll try to make this scene as hot as possible.

>>28727143
>You will never share a sleeping bag with Trixie in a tent at camp when it's 4 am

>>28727143
C-continue~

>>28727143
Breed her

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>>28727143
You make shitposting so sexy, pic related.

Saving us from page 9 again

Begone page 9

>>28727143
Is this the "Fucking nature" in your thread bin? You faggots upload everything in 1 day

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>>28729847
There's something about Rarity in revealing swimsuits, am I right?

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>>28729858
WEW
E
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>>28729876
Here, this should help.

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>>28729901
Last one from me for now.

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>>28729836
>>28729857
>>28729858
Is it just me, or is every moment she remains nonexistent an affront to fairness? Not just me right? RIGHT?!

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>>28729910
Boner has reached critical mass! No turning back now.

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>>28729921
I know what might help with that.

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>>28729913
Try not to think about it, Anon.
It's the only way any of us can retain even the smallest hint of sanity.

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Pic semi-unrelated
Because she wants to show it and she knows it

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FUCK! We need a Rarity green.

>Brickshithouse Anon saves Rara from mugger
>Rarity is thankful
>Invites out to dinner
Best I could do on short notice. Feel free to change it if nees be.

>>28730014
>rara gets mugged
>anon walking past saves her
>rara thankful
>anons like whatever and walks rara back home near enough
>imvites anon to dinner
>anons like no whatever
>next day rara tells girls about her nigjt in shining denim
>anon like whatever leave me alone
>gets amnoyed with the attention from the girls
>rara makes any excuse to see and speak to anon
>rings him but he barely replies
>anons like no leave me alone its fine
>rara gets seductive
>anon explains to rara that she only attracted to him because he's her knight in shining armor and she wouldnt look at him twice otherwise
>he only helped her because she needed it
>rara cries
Dont know avout the rest

>>28730138
Swap out getting mugged with nearly getting attacked and you have one of the story arcs from AxiiAnon over here >>28647152

>>28730146
Oh right, has anyone thought about how when things are lewd its because the brain makes it. But there issome intervention like from a god, but like the god oflewd, or god of sex or dick god or something that persuades dicks and pussy to wetten up at certain things

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>>28682802

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>>28730138
Rara seems like a type to go after someone who is not interested in her extra hard

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>>28730146
Is the rest of that story any good? I kind of don't fell like digging through any mountains to get to the interesting part

>>28730146
Oh hey I'm following that thread too

>>28730394
True

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>>28730743
Is it good yes or no

Yes I would say so.

>>28730146
I didn't know damynorb was writing again

>>28730394
Agreed, especially if he just saved her from attack or mugging. It kust seems like something she would do

>>28730743
It made me go out and buy the entire witcher series. Out of the consistent writers I'd say Axii's is the best.

>>28730146
So is that arc actually about Rarity falling for Anon the Whiteknight and getting the cold shoulder? Coz that was an interesting prompt, but no point in writing a story that already exists

>>28731491
No its about a witcher, rara wants him buy he with applejack

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>>28731646
>rara wants him buy he with applejack

Does anybody remeber a story from a while ago where Trixie and Anon get turned into Sirens, and Trixie starts to take over? Can't find it for the life of me.

>>28730743
Yes, Fapman was inspired to start writefagging by him, so...that's a thing. Weird part is he is pretty good.

>>28731730
Anon is dating Applejack and breeding her every night. He is impotent from Whitcher mutations, but Applejack loves the feeling of getting creampied by her monster hunter, Anon is worried she might be part succubus.

>>28731742
Uhhh, no? I have never heard of that story.

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>>28732343
I want her to steal me from Apple Bloom and shove her face in her boobs while bragging about their superiority.

>>28732830
I want the CMC to steal me back via threeway.

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>>28731742
http://pastebin.com/bhS7D4nG
http://pastebin.com/4yKXhpPP
http://pastebin.com/wSv9XkrD
This might be what you were thinking of. It is finished, but not in a good way. I rushed the ending because I got sick and tired of writing this piece of garbage.
>>28729836
>>28729857
>>28729858
>>28729901
>>28729910
>>28729947
>>28729954
>>28730014
>>28730743
>>28730775
Let me write something quick for you all. Because I was about to write the rest of the scene with Trixie, but I didn't want to write a sex scene, then one thing led to another, and I ended up writing more Time After Time. But here's something completely new but super quick because I just want to go to bed.

Title: Hypervanilla 2: Electric Boogaloo.
>You're at the pool.
>Sitting in your chair reading a magazine. And by reading, you're actually just looking at the pictures because... >reading.
>You hear some splashing around in the pool, despite you very specifically remember being here alone.
>Lower your newspaper and realize that it's Rarity who's swimming around in the pool.
>How the hell did she get in here?
>"Hello, Darling."
"Hi, Rarity. Nice to see you know how to sneak into places without anyone noticing."
>"Oh I was already here the whole time. Just behind the tool shed."
"What were you doing behind the tool shed?"
>"I was waiting for you." She swims closer to you and rises out of the water.
>As she gets out, you notice the... extremely small bikini she has on, nearly slipping off of her bulging breasts.
"Oh for fuck's sake." You mumble under your breath. "Not this again."
>"Do you mind if I borrow your tow-" She's interrupted by your towel nearly flying in her face.
>You return to your real estate magazine as she dries off with your towel.
>It's not like you were going to use it anyway; you never go in the swimming pool on account of other people's sweat and saliva and all that undesirable shit in there.

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>>28732997
>You'd rather just sit on the side and go a few rows of chairs back whenever it looks like there will be splashing. You're already ready to stand up.
>After a minute, Rarity can be seen standing right next to you out of the corner of your eye. "Here's your towel back, darling." She rests it across your lap; it's a good thing you're wearing thick pants. "I got pretty soaked." She concludes with a giggle.
>You look up at her and into her eyes. There's definitely something causing them to gleam the way they are right now.
"So... can I help you?"
>"Would you mind if I sit with you?"
"Not at all. There's an empty chair next to me."
>"I mean with you in YOUR chair." Rarity bites her lip. "Perhaps you can help me.. adjust my swimsuit."
"...What?"
>"Perhaps you can help me... out of my swimsuit."
>Set your magazine down and tap the heels of your shoes together.
"There's no place like home. There's no place like home."
>There is a light rumbling, and Rarity notices a light starting to emit out of the bottom of your light up sneakers.
>Yogurt starts shooting out of them, and you are slowly propelled out of your chair from the force of the continuous burst with your magazine in hand.
>Feel your head start to inflate; your hair turns brown and is now shaped like the tip of a blob of ice cream in a cone; your head is now shaped like a giant peanut.
"Gotta blast!"
>Leave the towel behind; she can keep it.
>You're soon far above the rooftops, coating them in a layer of vanilla yogurt from the soles of your shoes.
>Goku and his rock band cheer for you and write a ballad in your name.
>Disappear over the distant horizon a legend. Never to be seen on Earth again.

The end.

HaHA TIME TO WRITE THE PART WHERE Rarity IS A cunt

>>28733007
What the actual fuck

>>28733007
Where is the fucking Trixie story?

>>28733007
This made me laugh a lot harder than I should have.

>>28733080
emphasis on fucking.

>>28733007
Fuckin kek

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>>28733038
Fuck yeah!

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>>28683690
>>28686945
>>28683690
>>28700731
>>28724558
You guys rang? Don't worry, I'll have something ready by tomorrow's evening.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R7jpbcFiq8w
http://pastebin.com/gDR83Vgr

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>>28734697
thanks shitlord

>>28733894
>tfw no stories involving Maud
She's far and away my favorite character if only because her schtick works so well in the MLP/EQG context

Also her voice gives me flashbacks to Raven boners

>>28733007
Best writefag

>>28733007
Kek

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>>28682802
Are there any greens with Coloratura?

>>28736341
No but you can write one.

>>28736555
Trips demands it!

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>>28736341
>>28736555
>>28736591
I'll start you guys off with a preliminary post.
Title: Lady Rara
>Coloratura has always been the biggest star out there.
>The limelight had always been hers, and she basked in its warmth as she took the center of the stage.
>Mystifying her audience.
>They would cheer for her every show, going absolutely fanatic.
>Rara's manager, often pleased with the outcome of each performance, tells her how happy he is with the profit he's making from her.
>In much lighter terms of course.
>The two are in their tour bus, listening to the muffled crowds outside waiting for autographs as the bus gets ready to pull off.
>Rara's manager turns to his star.
>"By the way, sweetheart, I have some news."
>"Hm?" Rara perks her head up as the engine lowly roars and the bus pulls off. "What is it?"
>"You're going to be performing alongside three new co-stars."
>The eager smile on the manager's face doesn't say anything further than "money money money money..."
>Rara frowns at him, but does the opposite on the outside where he can see her reaction.
>"Oh, that's great." Rara can't even imagine where it must have been where she lost her luster in the eyes of the sharply dressed man. "What are their names?"
>"We're going to meet them back at the hotel. You'll love them, trust me."
>As she twiddles her thumbs, Rara can only imagine herself being replaced by these three, whoever they are.
>The tour bus escapes the disappointed crowd and arrives back at the hotel in about twenty minutes. Rara's stomach had been churning with anticipation the entire time.
>The manager steps out of the door and gestures for these new performers to approach the bus; Rara didn't bother to get a look at them through the window first.
>"Rara." The manager addresses his old-news star. "I'd like you to meet the Dazzlings!"
>"Hey there." Adagio emerges from behind the manager and strides over to Rara.
>With a sultry, predatory expression, and the other two Dazzlings following her.

What do?

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>>28736898
>inferior """artists""" trying to steal the spotlight
Instantly dropped

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>>28737643
Doing Celestia's work anon

>>28736341
>You be Rara's BF.
>She fires her former manager.
>You decide to give it a shot and be her manager even though you don't have any experience.

Well damn, it looks like I'm actually going to have to post something tonight to keep this thread on life support

>>28736898
This is gonna be good.

>>28738655
NaOH did say he's posting tonight.

>>28738655
Fuck it, let's do this. Not quite gonna be the huge upload I had planned, but I've really been lacking writing motivation the past few days

>>28695635
>You are once again Anonymous, Captain Deadbeat of the "Ask Me If I Give a Fuck" squadron
>And today you were feeling surprisingly good, for a school day morning
>You weren't even going to be late to school, for once. At least, not late-late like you normally were. Five minutes is fashionable, right?
>Something had put a spring in your step this morning as you rushed to complete your half-hour wakeup ritual in twenty minutes, before trudging out the door for another rousing day of Canterlot High, and you had a feeling you knew what
>That's right, Civilization VI had just dropped, and without needing to worry about your parents questioning the light pouring out of your room at two in the morning, you'd stayed up most of the night nuking historical figures into dust
>Guess it was just a lucky break that they had decided to get an early start on their long-awaited weekend vacation, and were right now most likely taking in the scenic views of God Knows Where
>Being delirious with sleep deprivation was totally worth it, even though you couldn't shake the nagging feeling that you were forgetting something
>Whatever it was could wait, right now you needed all your remaining attention for navigating the packed Senior parking lot at CHS if you had any hope of not mowing down Sophomores rushing to class
>Just as you manage to slide between two trust fund babbys' SUVs and into your designated spot, the sound of first bell echoes across the parking lot, sending gaggles of late students running in every direction

>>28739168
>You sigh as you reach over to grab your backpack and hoist yourself out of the vehicle, sighing again with even greater exasperation as your hand comes up empty. You must have left the damn thing at home again
>No turning back now though, you're thoroughly wedged in this asphalt prison until someone braver than you decides to leave, so you bottle up your quickly escaping exasperation and begin the laborious process of dragging yourself through another day of highschool
>No sooner do you make it in the front door of the school than you are greeted with the unholy clamor of a couple hundred students doing their best imitation of the New York Stock Exchange
>Of everything you could possibly hear this early in the morning, this is your least favorite thing, and your hands automatically go to your phone, plugging in your earbuds and absentmindedly selecting the first song you can think of to drown out all the noise
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pU8kr8Svhf0
>The highschool hellscape mercifully fades away under Aes' commanding voice, but it's quickly replaced by that nagging feeling from earlier as your subconscious begs you to wake the fuck up and remember something
>Once again you do your best to ignore it as you make your way through the throngs of multicolored teenagers to your locker, fumbling to open it a couple times before remembering that your backpack (and all its contents) was still holding down the homefront
>The fuck man? Whatever happened to Semper Fi?
>At about the same time as you give up on discovering the intricate mechanics of school lockers, Aes' psychedelic psychiatric visit comes to a close
>A trick of the music gives you the impression that someone had called your name, but after a moment of craning your neck over the crowd to dispel your hypothesis, you pull your phone back up to find another track
>You're just about to settle on something heavy to kickstart your nerves when a voice from your wildest nightmares does the job for you

>>28739178
>"ANONYMOOOUUUS!!!"
>The call came as a shriek, and several students close to the epicenter of the blast could be seen visibly wincing and covering their ears. Otherwise, there was no clear indicator of the sound's origin
>Even so, the authoritative tone behind the call, combined with the ear-shattering pitch, was enough to dispel your exhaustion and immediately set you on edge. Hell, if your last name had been thrown in, it could've been your mom screaming her head off
>Before you can react, an unseen force begins tunneling through the sea of students, making a beeline towards you, sending anybody unfortunate enough to be in its way reeling as it charted its course
>What emerges from the parting of the waves is... not what you expected, to put it lightly. And you really weren't sure what you WERE expecting
>Before you stands a teenage girl with striking alabaster skin covered in THE most utterly tryhard /fa/ outfit you could imagine, paired with mountainous platform wedges that brought her just within visual range of your chin, and doing her best to light you on fire with her eyes
>And honestly, despite the absurdity of the situation, she was more than a little intimidating
>Hardly giving you a moment to even process what was happening, the ridiculous girl cleared her throat before launching into what struck you as a well-rehearsed tirade
>"Well, Anonymous, I hope you have something to say for yourself. There had better be a suitable explanation for your wildly inappropriate actions yesterday afterschool!"
>By now the other students had awkwardly returned to their morning routine, and the growing noise of the hall added to the shock of whatever the Hell had just happened proved too much for your sleep-deprived mind to handled
>Reaching a hand behind your head to scratch your neck, you glance around, hoping for some distraction to save you from your predicament.
>Finding none, you fall back on the tried and true
"Uhhhhhhh, what are you talking about?"

>>28739182
>Shouldn't a did that
>"Don't play coy with me, Anonymous!" psychobitch snaps back. "I know all about your ploy to seduce young women and lead them away in that hideous sedan of yours!"
>You're about halfway into letting out a well-deserved "Bitch, What?" when a pale hand shoots up in front of your mouth, silencing you with a practiced flick
>The gesture should've been adorable, like a toddler trying to command a German Shephard, but in your current mental state you struggled to even keep up with this crazy chick
>"And as if that level of perversion weren't egregious enough, you even deigned to expose an innocent young lady to the filthy, brutish, TRIBAL-"
>This particular adjective was uttered with an even higher note of audible distaste, as if the word itself hurt to pronounce
>"- racket of that detestable ASAP Rocky fellow, and that is a transgression I simply cannot forgive!"
>Her ranting temporarily finished, the she-demon below you stared up into your eyes indignantly, wordlessly challenging you to respond
>And respond you did, but not with an eloquent rational response
>Instead you found yourself laughing like a maniac directly in the face of your assailant, gasps for air only occasionally broken by utterances of "Did she just ACTUALLY" and "Absolute madwoman"
>For her part, Michelle Pfeiffer's Catwoman was managing to hold back both her mounting aneurysm and growing urge to slap your shit into next week as you bawled like a child
>Unfortunately for her, the legendary expression of rage plastered on her face was only adding to your delirious giggle fit
>Just as she begins to muster up another round of (probably racist) accusations about your untoward behavior, second bell rings, signaling to the remaining students that now is the time to get your ass to class
>Out of time with which to interrogate you, the Grand Wizard of CHS turns on her oversized heel and stomps off in the direction of her homeroom,
>Hell, maybe today won't be so boring after all

>>28739187
>Okay, maybe you had miscalculated
>Despite the morning's entertainment, Canterlot High was still an exercise in mind-numbing boredom
>Your homeroom teacher at least had the decency to let you off the hook for being late - mainly because your tardiness had long been proven irreparable - but Calculus class wasn't helping your muddled brain
>Nor was American History class, and by the time third period English rolled around the professor might as well have been an adult ina Charlie Brown cartoon
>Somehow, though, you had managed to go this long without falling asleep. That is, not long enough for anyone to notice, you were pretty sure. If they did, nobody said anything
>As the bell called for the end of third period, you breathed a sigh of sweet relief. You had made it through the morning slog and on to fourth period
>Gym Class
>To most students, Gym would have elicited a groan, or some stronger emotional response. For a Senior at CHS, though, Gym was nothing but a formality reserved for students who had slipped through the extracurricular cracks
>Or transferred in too late to join a club or sports team, in your case
>This meant that Gym class was usually filled with bumbling idiot who had no right to come within a hundred feet sports equipment, and in turn the unlucky "coaches" were thankful for the Senior students who didn't pose a threat to everyone around them
>For you, this generally meant adhering to strict safety protocol by hanging out on the bleachers, well away from the danger zone of braindead Freshmen, preferably in a horizontal position resembling a human resting state
>You were sure Caoch Biceps wouldnt mind another day of dilligent adherence to CHS Gym Safety Procedures

>>28739195
And that's all for now. Hate to leave things on an unfinished note, but anyone experienced with greens can probably guess what's about to happen

>>28739207
Everyones gonna die

>>28739187
>Grand Wizard
Is that a KKK joke? Nice.

Goddamn this thread is dead

>>28740219
>2 active writefags
>last green update was two hours ago
>dead
ok

>>28740292
>thread is constantly sitting on page 8 requiring consistent bumps
DEAD

>>28740317
>thread was on page 8 a few times so it has to be dead
Nice joke, Anon
I bet you think we aren't getting any more green for the rest of the night.

>>28740325
>ctrl+f 'bump'
>1 of 26

>>28740335
>26/273
Looks like someone likes cherry picking.

>>28740346
>nearly 1/10th of posts are bumps
Thanks for helping me shadow bump the thread btw

>>28740469
>Ignoring the other 9/10 as well as:
-The content from less than 3 hours ago
-NaOH saying hell have something ready by tonight

You have legit no argument here, go doomsay somewhere else.

>>28739207
You should join the chat.

>>28740494
>believing a spic

>>28741252
That's probably a bad idea. The chat has devolved into a toxic environment. The thread is doing so much better than the chat. It's much better if the new writefags avoid joining the chat for the sake of not having their productivity halted in its tracks. Almost every writefag ever who joined the chats stopped writing soon after and got involved in the chat drama instead.
>>28741265
Not an argument. There could still be more green tonight whether it's from him or someone else.

>>28741252
Fuck you. Discord is a mistake.

>>28739207
Ignore this fucker >>28741252
this>>28741322
also checked, nice dubs.

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Consider this.

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I would have posted this in the edits thread if there was one up right now, but here.

>>28742007
Not sure if I should put this in the sfw folder or the smut folder.

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>>28734697

>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SsxYFUgK_FY
>Hours later.
>The first day wasn’t so bad.
>You got to deliver a bunch of orders all across town.
>You never knew this job would be so tiring. But at least you got some tips from the costumers, and they were quite generous.
>And the best part of all, you didn’t even think about Rainbow Dash or Rarity for the whole day.
>You really needed a break from that rude cutie you love so much and your drama queen and jealousy ridden ex-girlfriend.
>You receive a text from Sunset Shimmer.
>[“Anon, we’re about to close. Get over here ASAP :)”]
>The shift has ended!
>You check your watch and realize it’s quite late.
>The day went by quickly and you didn’t even notice.
>You step on the gas and return to the pizza parlor.

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>>28742056

>On the way back to the pizza parlor you spot a familiar figure near a dark alley.
>It’s Gilda!
>You wonder what she’s doing here.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEdB98MfWpg
>She’s probably waiting for the bus to come by.
(“…Wait a sec, no bus drives ‘round these parts of town,”) you think to yourself.
>She probably needs a ride.
>Ah what the hell, a cutie like her shouldn’t be wandering the streets by herself, especially now that Canterlot is going to shit.
>As you’re about to pull near her you spot a shady looking guy approaching her.
>Hmm?
>Gilda doesn’t run away.
>Instead, she checks her surroundings and when she thinks that the coast is clear she grabs something from her purse.
>What the hell is that?
>It looks like a package of…
>Your jaw falls from the shocking scene you’re witnessing.
>Gilda.
>NOT HER!
>She’s involved with drug dealings?!
>You totally forgot about her!
>All the time you wasted in Rarity and Rainbow Dash made you forget one of your priorities!
>Back in the previous timeline all she did was steal your phone, perhaps she did other minor offences.
>But now...holy crap, she's probably packing heat as well.
>Her attire quickly gives her away as a member of The Order of Silver, she’s somehow involved in that prick’s business…
>The shady guy hands her a roll of cash and makes his escape.
>Gilda takes a cigarette out of her purse and lights it, waiting for another customer.
>You have to do something.
>But for now you’ll pretend you saw nothing and move on.
>You turn on your vehicle’s engine and drive away from there.
>Gilda didn’t even notice you were there.

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>>28742071

>Back at the pizza parlor.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6OjU69rDQ4w
>As soon as you enter the parlor you spot Sunset Shimmer counting all the money earned today in the cash register.
>She lifts her face and smiles as soon as she recognizes you.
>”Heya Anon! So? How was your first day?”
“It was alright Sunset…but I saw something quite disturbing on my way here.”
>”Really? What happened?”
“I’ll tell you the details later, let me get changed and then I’ll drive you to your apartment.”
>Sunset Shimmer shyly smiles.
>”Y-you don’t have to do that Anon.”
“I’m dead serious, what I witnessed occurred in the Pink Zone. So I’m not letting you walk by yourself back to your apartment.”
>Sunset Shimmer looks quite worried, but decides not to ask more questions until you are ready to leave.
>The nice lady, wife of Mr. Dusk greets you.
>”Hey sonny, good job on your first day. You delivered all pizzas on time, you know your way around the city huh?”
“Yes ma’am. Having a car helps too.”
>”Keep working like this and you’ll be rewarded, If you’re Sunset Shimmer’s friend then I know I can trust a young and handsome fella like you.”
>wat.
“Uh, thanks ma’am…”

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>>28742081

>Minutes later.
>You open the door for Sunset Shimmer.
>”You don’t have to do that Anon, it kind of feels weird.”
“Why?”
>”You used to do that to Rarity all the time remember?”
“So? I also opened the doors for you and the rest of the girls as well...”
>”Yeah, but Rarity didn’t like it at all…”
>You sigh.
“Good grief.”
>You get behind the steering wheel and turn the engine on.
>”Phew…tonight’s quite chilly don’t you think?”
“Yep, it’s Fall after all. The leaves have started to fall from the trees.”
>Sunset rubs her arms and blows some air from her mouth into her hands.
>Cute.
>You drive away from the pizza parlor and head to Sunset’s apartment.
>”So.”
“So?”
>”What was that gruesome thing you talked about earlier? What did you witness?”
>You sigh once again.
“As I headed back to the parlor I saw Gilda, waiting in an alley by herself…”
>”Yeah, and?”
“A man approached her and-“
>Sunset gasps.
>”Don’t tell me he tried to take advantage of her! Didn’t you do anything to stop him?”
“I wish I did, but then I realized Gilda wasn’t in danger, at all…”
>”Huh?” Sunset looks dumbfounded.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5M3t2p8Zm_I
“Gilda uh…is a member of Silver Fang’s gang. And I caught her dealin’. She took a package out of her purse.”
>Sunset Shimmer doesn’t know what to reply.
>”I-I…wow.”

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More coming later

>>28742084
thx fgt

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>>28742084
Great update, man. Glad you're still going.
>>28729138
It's in there.
>>28727143
>>28727196
>>28727324
>>28727455
>>28727536
>You sort of wish you hadn’t fallen prey to this arousal at this moment of weakness in the early morning. But Trixie wanted to stay awake… and things started to happen. Resistance became a thing of the past.
>It got cold outside, you got hot inside.
>Fuckin’ nature.
>The threads at this time in the morning are moving really slow. But they get more traffic from another timezone in the world after you and Trixie start flooding the place with your messages.
>You face the girl inside the not-so-spacious sleeping bag, placing a hand on her hip and letting your fingers find her bare skin in the gap between her shirt and her shorts.
>With this, Trixie giggles. She scoots her waist forward so it lightly pushes your pelvic ares back a little bit. And your sturdy boner triumphantly sinks between her flesh between her thighs.
>Your phones lightly bump against eachother as your posts get more and more excited. Trixie’s starting to breathe more heavily, getting red in the face as she feels your fingers digging under the top of her shorts and playing with the waistband of her panties.
>The girl sighs appreciatively and presses her face against yours by the cheek, wrapping you into a side-embrace with her arm and prompting you to start pulling her shorts down with a slight nudge of her hips.
>That smile on her face is so kissable. It puckers against your lips that lightly mash against it, followed by a quiet moan from Trixie.
>She’s unraveling up against you, but those shorts are on too tightly. Trixie turns to completely face you so you can undo the front of her shorts more easily. You feel her do the same to your shorts.
>Time to get pants-less comfortable when posting like this on the internet. Your hands are shaking so hard for a moment that you see the sleeping bag around the two of you vibrate for a second.