Reverse-trap/Tomboy Thread №15

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First for fucking girls pretending to be boys.

Oi Jeff, where's the promised spin off with fukboi Butters?

Can one of you make me write again?
Like with a hard punch to the face or something?

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>>28708479

>>28708618
please?

>>28709143

>be anan
>rarty hav short har
>she lok like a man
>its ok cuz you lke dick anywa
>stargt datig
>is kol
>get nakid an do the sacs
>put babbbu in her but
>the nd

>>28705618
anyone have that trapanon and trap rainbowdash green yet?

>>28710310
Traps are gay

>>28710316
its only gay if you swallow

>>28710316
Not if you're top.

When are we getting that Vinyl and Treehugger story again?

I was promised reverse-trap Coco
Where is reverse-trap Coco

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Bump

>>28713555

>>28713555
thats quite the bush

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Bush bump

>>28706479
>>28711437
>>28711949
This.

>>28713555
LEWD!

>>28715053
Wow, something from sundown without the god awful proportions.

>>28714323

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>>28715053

all these writers fucking suck cock or never update or both

this general should fucking die fuck these nigger writers I hope their mothers die

reply to this post or ur mom died

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>>28719043
Hey man... that wasnt nice

midterms must have everyone hostage

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Bumpin

>>28720146

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>>28721698
>dykeshit
don't you have some dozen or so threads for your particular cancer

>>28721710
This.
That fucking cancer already ruined /nst/.

live

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>>28720146
You have no idea. University was a mistake.

Hopefully my content output should be back to once-a-day by Tuesday night. Until then, I'll try to keep as much random filler stuff going as possible. If you have any requests for dumb stuff in the Butters-verse, or just random RT ideas, just lemme know I guess. Stress has me in a bit of a creative rut and doing some small, fun things will hopefully help.

>>28711949
>You are Nimasu Anno, commonly known to your friends as Anon-kun
>You attend an average Japanese all-boys highschool, where you and your delinquent friends Soarin and Thunderlane like to squat in the corner, drink beer you stole from the corner market, and smoke cigarettes while trying not to cough
>Today, like so many other days before it, that time-honored cycle continues
>Soarin finishes off his can of cheap Hitachino, and glares at you, a smug grin spreading across his face
>"Oi, Anon-kun? What did you do to your hair today? It looks like shit!"
"Nani!?"
>You stand up, towering over him
"Kuso yaro! What did you say about my hair!?"
>Soarin stands up, going nose-to-nose with you
>"I said it looks like shit! You should try combing it some time!"
"Yeah? Well maybe you should try harder in practice! Even Featherweight-kun almost lapped you today!"
>Soarin's face goes red
>"I... I wasn't feeling well! You can't bring that up! And besides... at least I know how to style my hair!"
>He poses, raising his fists
>You do as well, ready for the twice-weekly fight-for-no-reason with him to commence
>Just as you're about to throw the first punch, though, a timid voice speaks out behind you
>"Um, uh, s-s-sumimasen... can I get through?"

at least finish butters, Jeff

>deleted the wrong post

Holy shit I'm a fuckup. Give a minute to fix this.

>>28722906
Take your time jeff, it's not a race

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>>28722903
I will. It'll be back Tuesday night, and then hopefully continue daily until it finishes.

>>28722643
>You and Soarin both whirl on the newcomer, sparks flaring in your eyes
>He's tiny, skinny, and you can tell he's a total beta just at first glance
>You have no idea what this dumb kid is trying to do in your corner, but you intend to let him know he can't come through here
>As you stride toward him, though, the kid actually tries to pose
>"I m-mean, uh..."
>He widens his stance, holding up shaking fists
>"L-let me through, you... um... b-baka! Or I'll have to, um... kick your ass!"
>His voice is high-pitched and squeaky, but he tries to lower it enough to sound threatening
>But he only ends up sounding like either a pre-pubescent boy trying to sound manly
>You're not really sure which one is more embarrassing
"You? Kick my ass?"
>The closer you get to the beta newcomer, the more you tower over him
"How about you try to back that up, na!?"
>You go nose-to-nose with him, screaming into his face
>Your pompadour bristles with anger
>The kid pales, backing away
>"I... I... I mean... maybe not kick your ass, just... ah..."
"Oh? You don't want to fight now, huh?"
>Soarin tries to grab your arm
>"Anon, calm down! He's not worth it, just let him go!"
"Let him go!? He threatened to kick my ass!"
>You bear down on the kid, and he begins to retreat, wringing his hands
"What's your name, huh!? What the hell is your name?"
>The kid balls up his fists, trying to stand his ground
>"Coco! Coco Pommel!"
"That sounds like a girl's name!"
>"It's n-not! And if you think it is, I'll--"
"What? Kick my ass? Ha!"
>You charge towards him, and he yelps, ducking away

>>28722903
>finish butters
Nigga, no. There's a lot of stuff should happen before the end.

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>>28722924
>You grab Coco by his shirt collar, practically lifting him off the ground
>"Ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
"Sorry? Yaro! You don't walk up to me and my friends and threaten us, you idiot!"
>"Okay! Okay! Just p-please don't hit me!"
"Don't hit you? You're pathetic! And are you..."
>Now that you're holding Coco closer, you notice a strange coloration around his eyes, almost like he were wearing...
"Is that mascara!?"
>"M-maybe..."
"You tried to threaten my while wearing mascara?"
>"I wanted to look c-cool!"
"Cool!? Ha!"
>You toss Coco to the ground
>He hits it with a tiny squeak of pain, then raises his head to look at you with pleading eyes
"You don't look cool!"
>You pose
"This is what cool is! You're just a girly-boy wearing make-up, who can't even stand up for himself!"
>You drop your voice, making sure the final insult falls with deafening profundity
"And your outfit looks like shit..."
>Soarin and Thunderlane both gasp
>Coco blinks twice, dropping her gaze to the floor
>...and then he bursts into tears
>And they're not the slow, steady tears of defeat, no, he full on bawls
>Soarin and Thunderlane start to turn pale
>"Dude, Anon-kun just made the new kid cry..."
>"He's a demon..."
"Whoa? What? I didn't mean to... I just..."
>Coco throws his head back, wailing in despair
>His face is a mess of tears now, and he looks like a pitiful, sobbing child
>"Shit, dude... you didn't have to say that to him..."
"I didn't... he threatened me! I was just..."

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>>28722932
>Coco curls into a little ball on the floor, rubbing his eyes
"I... I..."
>You grab Soarin and Thunderlane by the shoulders
"I don't have time for this! Let's go!"
>You haul the two of them off, away from Coco, and back towards the school
>Once you're halfway to the front entrance, though, you ditch them and run back towards the corner
>"Anon-kun! Where are you going?"
"Uh... I forgot to throw away my beer!"
>"Huh?"
"I'll be right back!"
>You sprint out of sight of them, and back to Coco
>He's propped against the wall now, staring miserably at his feet
>His mascara is running down his face in thick black lines, etching each tear onto his cheek
>When he notices you coming, he squeaks in terror and tries to back away
>"I'm s-sorry, okay! I won't mess with you or your friends ever again! Please just go away!"
"Wait! No, I..."
>You puff out your cheeks, trying to find the words
>"Y-you what? Please don't insult me again..."
"I'm not going to, you idiot!"
>Coco's eyes fill with fresh new tears
"I d-didn't mean that! Just..."
>You force yourself to bend at the waist
"I'm sorry!"
>Coco blinks in surprise
>"You're... what?"
"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said that! I took things too far and didn't mean to hurt you, okay? Agh! And I... I actually think your outfit is kind of stylish! I was only insulting it out of jealousy!"
>For a few moments, Coco is silent
>You're worried he might be crying, and so you lift your head, taking a peek at his reaction
>Coco's cheeks are bright red, and his eyes are sparkling

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>>28722959
>"B-baka, I don't know if I should beat you up or kiss you like crazy"
>"J-just to assert my dominance is all!"

>all the glimmershit & fluttercucking consistently pushing this to page 9

what is a reverse trap?

>>28724528
See the first post in this thread.

>>28724547
no I won't

>>28705618
Hey folks! I'm new here and I figured I'd try my hand at this Reverse Trap stuff with a quick story. Let me know what you think!

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>”Thank you for your s-s-s-s-s-s—BZZZZZZT”
>You slam your metallic fist through the computer screen, showering yourself in glass and sparks
“Thanks ma’m.”
>Your Currceny Card ejects, with your military pension for the year having been transferred
>10,000 Yuan
>You’d say that was worth losing an arm or two
“Now where’s the nearest bar in this shitbox?”
>You walk out of the VA station, conveniently located just outside the hangar bays, and behold the city
>Orbiting a big grey ice ball called Triton, which happened to orbit some big blue gas ball called Neptune, was Canterlot Station II
>To quote one of your favorite old Vid Tapes
“‘You’ll never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy.'”
>You grin as you ride down the elevator shaft system whilst staring out at miles upon miles of skyscrapers, all covered in a dark neon haze
>Cracking your mechanical knuckles, you chuckle
“Home sweet home...”
>Hefting your backpack over your shoulder, you also take a moment to stare at your reflection before the elevator doors open up
>A pair of metal dog tags glisten against your sleeveless white t-shirt, which prominently displays your shiny cybernetic arms
“Huh, I could really use a shave."
>The elevator doors wrench open
>You are bombarded by the noise of people heckling one another as they crowd around market stalls
>Seems most of these stalls' signs are written in…. Chinese?
“Ah shit. That could be a problem.”
>You casually shove your way through the crowds whilst keeping an eye out for pickpockets
>On one side of the street there looks to be a man openly selling guns, while on the other a cockfight is taking place
"Yeesh. Who the Hell's supposed to be in charge around here?"
>”AAAAAH!”
>A man in a black trenchcoat whizzes overhead and crashes into a neon sign overhead
>You are showered with sparks once more as someone shouts
>”HOREY SHET IT’S GILDAR!”
“Gildar?"

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>>28724797
>A mechanical cackle of laughter booms down the street as various street folk run for cover
>”Fucking Punks!”
>The all too familiar roar of gunfire is heard in several violent bursts
“Sounds like three-round bursts
"Someone’s packing some serious—“
>”OUTTA MY WAY BITCH BOY!”
“HEY!”
>You reach out and grab some punk with a neon green mohawk who wears a pair of sunglasses
“What the fuck did you just call me you—“
>”ARRRRGH!"
>The poor SOB’s bloods splatters the street as he goes limp in your grasp
>Dropping him to the ground like a sack of shit, you stare over at a dark imposing figure
>He wears a suit of black and grey carapace armor and holds two large smoking pistols in his hands
>A large helmet with a chrome visor covers his head, while a tattered white cape-pelt of sorts covers his pauldrons
>Gildar spits at the ground before shouting
>”That’s what you get for trying to hustle on my turf!”
>His voice is kind of distorted, as if his helmet has some kind of Voice muffler installed
>Kind of reminds you of that guy in big black armor from that old Vid Tape again
“What the Hell’s up with him?"
>Gildar’s gaze falls on you, and you realize now that you two are about the only people left in the street
"Ah shit."
>He begins to approach, his heavy boots stomping across the ground over the corpses of slain gangers
>”Hey Soldier boy!”
“Soldier boy?”
>Gildar holsters his guns and strolls right up
“Who you calling boy?”
>Gildar stares down at you, the only part of his face visible being his white clean-shaven chin and his strangely soft lips
>”You just get off the boat man?”
“What’s it to ya?”
>Your eyes widen as Gildar reaches out and grabs you by your dogtags
>”Corporal Anonymous huh?"
>Out of pure instinct, you shove Gildar back a step from you
>As heavy as he must be with all that armor on, your cyber-arms push him straight to the ground

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>>28724844
>All the curious onlookers gasp as you stand over the armored thug
“…”
>Gildar lies on the ground, his white cape covering most of his body
>A low heavy breathing reaches your ears
>”That wasn’t very nice…”
“Uhhhhh—“
>In an instant, your mind flashes back to the frontlines of Mercury where a frag grenade resulted in the doctors giving you a very special enhancement
>”TAKE THIS SOLDIER BOY!”
>The white cape flows back as Gildar levels his two massive machine pistols on you
>Your Wired Reflexes engage
>You recoil back, your body narrowly avoiding the hail of gunfire as Gildar lights up the street
>”AAAAAAAAAAAAAA—“
>Gildar’s cape flows as he falls upon you, his pistols screaming as his war cry fills the station
>Your jaw drops when you find yourself staring down the barrel of one of his pistols
“FUCK—”
>Gildar squeezes the trigger
“—YOU!”
>Your metal fists punches the bullets, knocking the gun out of Gildar’s hand and barreling through to his face
>Fragments of chrome fly through the air as Gildar is smote to the ground
>He lies there motionless as your chest rises and falls with every breath
“YEAH! What now BITCH?!”
>You flex your steel arms as you turn your back on Gildar and address the crowd
“Ya’ll see that! There’s a new motherfucker in town, and his name is Corporal Anon!”
>Your rib bones crack as you beat your chest like a gorilla and roar like an asshole
>Lost in the ecstasy of your battle rage, it takes you a moment to realize that a shadow has fallen over you
>You freeze and glance back
>A single golden eye stares down at you through a cracked chrome visor
>”Yer a funny guy Anon.”
>The broken voice distorter allows you to hear his raspy… high pitched chuckle?
“What the—“
>Gildar's fist hits you like a freight train

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>>28724889
>You’re sent airborne from a single one of his punches
>A thin trail of your blood streams through the air before you collide with a market stall
>Wooden splinters shoot all over as you roll across the debris
>”Listen up Soldier Boy, cause these are words to live by! When you kill someone, make sure they’re dead!”
>His laughter cackles over to you as your body spasms on the ground
>Your hands brush through a puddle of bullets while you rise to your knees
“Huh?”
>Gildar sent you straight into the stall that was selling firearms
“Don’t mind if I do.”
>Grabbing a High Capacity Baby Holocauster from underneath the table, you slam in a fresh magazine and heft the weapon up high
“EAT LEAD SUCKA!”
>Your bullets screech through the air as you light Gildar up
>Gildar takes a step back as your rounds ricochet off his armor
>He begins to growl before screeching back
>”YOU DON’T KNOW WHEN TO QUIT!”
>Raising his machine pistols high, he counter-attacks
>Your Wired Reflexes send you tumbling back into the street while returning fire
>The whole street is beginning to look like a big chunk of swiss cheese as the two of you tear the station apart
>At this point you can’t even tell which is louder, the two of you shooting at each other or the two of you swearing at each other
>Eventually you do find out though
>Once your magazine is completely emptied
“WILIKERS!”
>Your left arm buckles as a three-round burst crashes into it
>You look up at Gildar as he gives you the biggest smile
>”All outa bullets?”
>Sneering back, you toss your firearm aside as you spit out the tooth Gildar had knocked loose earlier
“I don’t need no bullets…”
>A little light in your eye flashes ‘DANGER’ as your fists shake by your sides
“… ALL I NEED IS HATE!”
>You charge Gildar, who drops his guns and beckons you forth

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>>28724920
>Yelling incoherently the two of you hit each other with everything you’ve got
>You dent Gildar’s breastplate with a fierce jab, only for him to knee you in the gut
>Staggering back, you barely block his barrage of punches before trucking into him
>You tackle Gildar against a metal wall, which buckles underneath your combined weight
>He sputters blood onto your white shirt before raising his fists up and slamming your back with a Double Axe Handle
>You fall to the ground as pain seizes your spine
>”Had… enough… soldier boy?”
>Your eyes narrow as your Wired Reflexes kick into maximum ogredrive
>Exploding upwards with an uppercut, you knock Gildar off to the side as a few of his feathers fly off his cape
>His battered helmet rolls down the street as you swoop in for the kill
“I AIN’T NO—“
>You falter and nearly trip as you gaze into the face of Gildar
>Golden eyes stare back into yours, complemented by smooth hair as white as the battle-scarred cape your foe wears
“You’re a… A GIRL!?”
>Her eyes narrow as she unpins a grenade
>”I AIN’T NO GIRL!”
>A miasma of white light covers everything as your senses go dead
>All you are acutely aware of, as you think back to how those scars on her cheek look cute, is the ringing in your ears
>Then, like the angry hand of God, a clenched gauntlet crashes into your face and all goes dark

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>>28724941
That's all I have for now folks. If any of you guys like this so far I might see if I can't continue on from here.

Feedback and Criticism is appreciated!

live goddamnit

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>>28722959
>Baka yaro!
>Kono karo!
Aww yis, weeb greens

>>28724941
>Sci-fi green
Aw yeah son, I'm totally down with this. And with Gilda no less! Granted, I would've waited longer for the reveal, but Tomboy stories are just as good here.

>>28726127
>>28726694
talk about bizarrely fresh ideas.

still want the duane and butters though.

>>28727822

>>28724941
RIP Anon

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Waiting for more weeb Coco

>>28710316
>having heterosexual sex is gay
wow.

>>28728520

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>>28722959
Appreciate the green, but weeb shit just isn't for me

>>28724961
Not to much into sci-fi anymore, but I love me some Gilda, so I'm on board for now.

>>28729788
I'm sorry, but I, and probably a few other guys here, will never believe that guys who like wearing girl's clothes aren't anything but literal faggots.

>>28731553

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>>28732006
kinda wanna play devils advocate real quick, tell me this person isn't cute

I would fuck em

>>28733216
I don't find ambiguity cute or attractive.
If gender is ever in question, I consider it a male, and therefore unfuckable to me until proven otherwise.

low quality

>>28733216
This.

The real question is would you rather fuck Fluttertrap or Raritrap?

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>>28722959
10/10
Moar.

back from dead
back from the b n
time to get it going again

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>>28722959

bumpo

>>28737124

oooocho

>>28736333
>>28736666
Nice.

>>28738453

>>28740319

>>28733216
I wish we have a green with that qt.

Apologies for no pictures, it's 4 AM and I can't be arsed. Here's a little something I've been working on. If I get some positive reception, I'll probably write more.

"Wrong! Stance is too narrow, you'll be knocked over in a second."
>You stood and watched your student as steel flew around his body, the wind whistling with how quickly the blade flew around around him.
>a push of his left leg, and he flew into the air, the sword coming down on the imaginary opponent.
>another push of the leg, seamless as water flowing in a creek, and another strike landed.
>and another push led to another strike.
>the broad end of the blade rested on the ground as your student panted softly. "How did I do, Guru?"
>You couldn't help but smirk slightly as you nodded, offering a hand out to take the blade from your pupil.
"I can tell you still fear the blade. As new as you are, as well as how young you are, I'm not surprised. On the contrary, your fear is well-controlled. But, while your fear is natural, it will fade with time. You fear error on your part, and with practice and firmation of the techniques, you'll fear error less and less, giving you more and more attention to focus on your foe rather than your own weapon."
>He nodded and took a slight bow.
>You could see sweat glistening on his brow and in his indigo locks.
"Ten minutes. Hydrate and meditate. We'll see how far you've come after that."
>He nodded and went to grab his water bottle as you retreated to your private room in the back.
>As you entered your sanctum, you set a timer on a digital wall clock to go off in ten minutes before sitting down on a cushioned mat on the floor.
>You grabbed the incense box and burner from a table nearby and pulled a stick from the box before setting it into the burner.
>After lighting the incense, you toss the charred match aside and inhaled deeply, closing your eyes and resting your hands in your lap.
>Dragon's Blood. The perfect fragrance to act as prelude for a fight.

>>28742737

>You're Aniruddha Narayana, though most folks called you A Naan for short. You were told that it's because you're like Naan bread; 'Indian by nature and association, but very obviously white.' A humorous and rather truthful observation, you let it stick.
>Adopted at a young age by an Indian family, you were given that name, and quickly took interest in your father's passion; Gatka, a widely-used martial art in your parents' homeland.
>Your adoptive father was a Guru, a teacher for those who wished to learn the style. Since you could walk, you learned everything you could from watching and participating in his lessons.
>As it turned out, you were a natural. You quickly adopted the Pentra into your natural movements, learned the pressure points and joints to strike with little difficulty, and had started on weapons training by the time you were fifteen.
>While you still took your training seriously, you had started to notice girls more as you aged, and only used it to further motivate your practice. While Gatka, outside of ceremonial use at Sikh weddings, had little relevance nowadays, girls like a fit guy.
>that was your thinking at least.
>It must have been how your student thought as well.
>You never caught his actual name. Your father handled the paperwork for new students, and only ever introduced him as 'your new student.'
>When you asked, he requested you call him Scootaloo and, having reservations on such a name, offered the nickname Siyaar, the Hindi word for Jackal.
>You chose this name due to your pupil's veracious nature and tenacity - traits that proved to be as much a blessing as a curse.
>But this wasn't your time to dwell on your place on life. You needed to clear your head before your mock fight.
>As you were about to let your mind slip back into nothingness, however, the alarm on your wall clock sounded.
>You slowly stood and cracked your neck as you looked to a wall of weapons in front of you.

>>28742744

>You usually chose a Khanda or a Talwar - some sword that you could pair with a shield.
>You decided to challenge yourself and reach for two sticks wrapped in leather - Danda, they were called.
>Your father decided that the extra weight would not only help for training, but that leather would help deadden the blows.
>It would also keep the sticks longer. You didn't argue, since you're usually the one to cut the sticks down to size.
>You grip the sticks firmly and make your way out to the studio, where you spot Siyaar sporting his go-to of a Shamshir (dulled, of course, for training) and a Dala, or hide shield.
"Mundanity is a warrior's worst enemy. Using comfortable tactics only leads to you being predictable. But now is not the time for lecture. Ready yourself."
>You take a stance; feet shoulder-width apart, sticks pointing inwards to form a defensive zone.
>Siyaar takes a similar stance, keeping the shield up while bringing the shamshir up behind it.
"Aakraman!"
>With your command, you both spring forward, poised to strike, and you start thecountdown in your head.
>Siyaar starts with a swipe at your torso, which you quickly block by crossing your sticks and turning them vertical to catch the blade.
>Your quick action was met with a shove from your opponent's shield, which nearly made you tumble.
>You often forget how much strength Siyaar has behind him, betrayed by his small frame.
>You spot another swing from your opponent's sword and quickly roll to the side, putting your opponent dead in your sights.
>Ten seconds.
>Siyaar charges at you and goes for an unorthodox move; he swings his shamshir at your left, while swinging the shield at your right.
>You manage to dodge, but manage to lose one of your sticks, Siyaar putting himself between you and it.
>Fifteen seconds, and you're already down a weapon. He's been practicing.

>>28742749
>You keep your right hand armed, keeping your left hand poised to help with any more rolling maneuvers you may need to do, or possibly contending with the shield.
>Siyaar stands firm. He anticipates you to make a move.
>You indulge him.
>Twenty Seconds.
>You advance on your opponent, staying just outside of his range as his swings fall on nothing but air.
>Twenty-five seconds.
>You roll around your opponent and snatch up your other stick, returining to your starting posture.
>Time's up.
>You charge forward and, with a single swing, strike the inside of Siyaar's right wrist, making him cry out and drop his sword.
>You take the opportunity to strike his knee, collapsing it in before quickly yanking away his shield and pushing him to the floor.
>You take a deep breath and relax, grabbing both sticks in your right hand and you pick up the shamshir and shield.
"You're getting better, there's no doubt of that. But You need to condense your battle plan into thirty seconds. Ninety percent of fights end within thrity seconds. If your plan to finish it doesn't fit within that time, you'll likely fail."
>Siyaar attempted to get up, but fell back to the floor. You quickly set the gear back down and went to go help him up, reaching out your arm.
>You saw a smirk on his face as he pulled you to the ground and quickly pinned you.
>Taken by surprise, all you could do was struggle against his grip, his frame hiding a devious amount of strength.
>All Siyaar did as he was atop you was grin down at you. You could swear he was flush, but you chalked it up to his exertion.
>Then he kissed you.
>You thought about many aspects of your life when idle boredom struck. Were you going to carry on your father's legacy and teach Gatka? Were you going to stay here, or move to another town, maybe another country? Which girl did you think was the cutest at school? Who liked to wear the skimpiest clothing?

>>28742762
>Never did you consider you were gay, or even bi. Not at any time did that thought even occur to you.
>You immediately began questioning this possibility as soon as your student's lips touched your own.
>It was, as odd as it was to admit, much like you thought kissing a girl would be like. There were some marked differences.
>His mouth tasted of sports drink. Despite your insistance he stay away from it, you decided to rescind the decision starting now.
>The lips were soft, if not slightly chapped, though you felt the sparring to blame for that.
>He was forceful, but not ravenous. It was an understated kind of force, like the feeling of your bouyancy on the water fighting gravity's desire to push you under.
>You decided to, for once in your life, surrender. Your arms embraced him around his waist and gently pulled him closer as your eyes slid shut and you let yourself be enveloped in his lips.
>You couldn't tell how long you stayed like that with him. Thank the Gods your parents were out on a date, or they'd be cross that you were making out with your student in the training -
>Fuck, that's right, he's your student.
>Despite your mind telling you not to, you gently pulled away from Siyaar and let your eyes re-open.
"Siyaar, I... I enjoyed that, truly, but... You're my pupil, it's not proper for us to -"
>He simply put a finger to your lips and shook his head. "You don't always have to be my teacher. You're responsible, Naan. I know you'll make the right decision, but I... I want you. I want to know you, as more than my teacher."
>You felt your own face start to flush. This was the first time anyone had taken interest in you, aside from your being a cultural oddity, something to be observed rather than interacted with.
>If your father had that much of an issue with it, he could always teach Siyaar himself.

>>28742768
>You nodded and bit your bottom lip before speaking in a meek tone that felt quite unbecoming.
"I have to say, I didn't imagine my first relationship would be with another boy."
>Siyaar only chuckled and grew a large grin on his face as he came nose-to-nose with you. "Because you're not. I'm a girl, Naan."
>... Did you hear that right?
>Maybe he was one of those transgendered cases? A girl in a boy's body?
>That's when you realized that Siyaar was groin-to-groin with you and, much to your surprise, you felt no extrusions. No testicles, no scrotum, no phallus pressed against your own Gods-given equipment.
>Dear Gods, your student's been a girl this whole time and you haven't even realized.
>You weren't sure whether to be upset that it wasn't more apparent to begin with, or that you weren't replacing certain techniques you taught her with ones more suitable for women.

That's all I got for tonight. Been about a year since I wrote green, so I expect to be a little rusty. Lemme know if you wanna see more.

>>28742774
Its a refreshing one. A different culture BUT it's going a bit fast.

Btw, you can add this if you want. It's a shitty one that i made before.
http://pastebin.com/nvSBAvmJ

>>28742762
>Then he kissed you.
Boner time!

>>28742768
>His mouth tasted of sports drink.
How did you find out my head canon, man?

>He simply put a finger to your lips and shook his head. "You don't always have to be my teacher. You're responsible, Naan. I know you'll make the right decision, but I... I want you. I want to know you, as more than my teacher."
I'm ready for the revelation reaction.

>>28742774
>"I have to say, I didn't imagine my first relationship would be with another boy."
He kinda took the case quite... easily. And from what I learned from the martial art fags is that they don't actually turn gay this easily. But ok. For the sake of the story.

>That's when you realized that Siyaar was groin-to-groin with you and, much to your surprise, you felt no extrusions. No testicles, no scrotum, no phallus pressed against your own Gods-given equipment.
And this thing amuses me, since hand-to-hand fighters actually rub against each other rather a lot when doing crazy shit, so he could say that rather instant as you did here.

Can we get more?

Also:

Who from the OP is a must read?

>>28742970
As i breath and lived, Fappy?
Is that you boy?

>>28742979
>boy
N-no. I'm an a-adult! Anon-chan!

Anyway.
Who are you, exactly, friend?

>>28742994
an old friend. Leave it to that
No writing today?

>>28742970
read reverse trap fluttershy and NEET luna

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>>28743004
I don't write.

Good to see you again, Old Friend!

>>28743131
Ok, will do in the next century!

>>28743191
i guess it's different fappy then
SAd

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>>28743303
Wat. It's me, and only me, you fucking nigger. Why do you even doubt? Did someone allow you to doubt in me? Who did that? I did not, I think. Tell me your name, satan!

>>28743332
I did
You just missed it

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>>28743341
;-;
y u du dis

>>28743377
sad

>>28742457
we do, but the writefag writing it is busy with another story.

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http://pastebin.com/GGCZjdDX

When we last left off, Anon was pressuring Flutters into sharing her story.

>"I, uh... I... I..."
>She's starting to hyperventilate now, wringing her hands in front of her chest
"Hey, you alright?"
>"I... I c-can't..."
>Fluttershy leans her head into her hands, her eyes shut
>Soarin looks between the two of you, clearly uncomfortable
>"I can't tell it. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
>She rubs her face, trying to slow her breathing
>But she only succeeds in making it worse, until Fluttershy is reduced to a shaking, nervous mess
"Whoa! Butters! You alright?"
>You ask, because you can't think of anything better to say
>You grab Fluttershy and pull her against your chest, where she shudders like a terrified kitten
>"I'm s-sorry, Anon... I'm sorry... I d-don't... I don't think I c-can..."
"No, no, that's okay. I'm sorry."
>Soarin scoots a few inches away, busying himself by aimlessly tapping at his cell phone
>You stroke Fluttershy's hair, but it doesn't help her calm much
>She curls into a little ball, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps
>Soarin glances over at you again, as if to ask "What do I do?"
>You think for a minute, then mouth a single word to him
>'Firebolt'
>For a second, Soarin looks confused, until he sees Fluttershy's drawings
>Immediately, he starts flicking through pics on his phone, and scoots up next to the two of you
>"Uh, hey... I really like that drawing!"
>"H-huh?"
>Fluttershy lifts her head, her face ashen and sweaty
>"Your bunny! He's really cute."

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>>28743930
>"O-oh. Thanks..."
>Soarin pulls up a photo on his phone, showing a big, fat rabbit with a bright orange coat
>"I've got a bunny too. His name's Firebolt."
>"Oh!"
>Fluttershy lets out an excited -- and decidedly unmasculine -- squeak of excitement
>"He's a-adorable!"
>"I know, right?"
>"How old is h-he?"
>"Pretty old. Got him when I was five. He's been by best buddy since I was a kid."
>"That's s-so precious! You h-have to let me draw him."
>Soarin chuckles, holding the phone steady so Fluttershy can get a good luck at him

>Okay, you admit it, you fucked up there for a second
>You thought Fluttershy and Soarin would be able to bond over stories of almost getting killed, okay?
>It seemed like a cool moment!
>But no, apparently the dumb rabbit was all they needed
>Soarin and Fluttershy pass the entire period talking bunnies while she draws
>She tells him everything about his angel, from sleeping habits, to personality, to funny stories, and he does the same with Firebolt
>And, gradually, she calms back down, and her face even cracks into a bright smile
>Even when she calms down, though, she doesn't move away from your chest
>She stays right under your arm, curled up against your side, her happy little hearth thrumming against her ribs and, by passage of vibration, against yours
>It's pretty cozy

>>28743953
yes
is cozy, hefe

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>>28743953

>When lunch ends, Fluttershy reluctantly pulls away from your chest, and takes off for her next class
>But not before giving you one last, long, final hug, and then forcing Soarin to promise to bring his rabbit to school at some point
>He does, though he keeps giving you weird looks why he does it
>Once Fluttershy's off in her next class, Soarin walks with you to your locker, still doing the weird-look thing
>You're finishing off your chocolate milk from lunch in long, delicious sips
"What?"
>"Uh..."
"What?"
>"Dude, if you're gay, you can tell me."
>Soarin gets his face completely plastered in milk, resulting from one of the most glorious spittakes you've ever performed
"What? No! I've got a girlfriend, dude."
>"Uh... yeah, I guess. And back there, with Butters?"
"How is that--"
>Oh, right
"That's n-not gay! We were just bonding!"
>"Uh huh..."
"It's completely hetero! We're just really good friends!"
>"Really good friends who cuddle during lunch?"
"L-lots of friends do that!"
>"Riiiiiight. Dude, if you're into him, you can tell me. Dash'll probably be pretty cool with it, too."
>Pretty cool? Oh, he has no idea...
>"Just... don't be afraid to be yourself around me, okay?"
>Soarin places his hand on your shoulder
>"I'm your friend, man. I'm here for you, no matter who you love."
"I'm not gay! He's--"
>Secretly a girl?
>That's not your secret to reveal; Fluttershy would be crushed
>"It's alright, man. I understand. If you don't want to say it, that's alright. But I promise I won't judge."
>Soarin pats you on the back, before pulling you into a strong, warm bro-hug
>You want to punch him in the face so bad...

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>When school lets out, Fluttershy is still in a bubbly mood
>She grabs onto your arm, and the two of you leave together, heading back to your car
>In spite of whatever ridiculous stories you're sure will spawn from this, you're happy to have her with you
>Something about holding her like this just feels so... right
>And it's just so damn nice to see her happy...
"Hey. Your day alright?"
>"Y-yeah. Heh."
>She giggles to herself
"What? What's so funny?"
>"I dunno, it's just... the looks everyone keeps giving us. They're so weird."
>You glance around, finally noticing it
>Everyone is staring at you and Fluttershy as you walk through the hallways
>But they're... smiling?
>And not in a jeering sort of way, everyone looks genuinely happy to see the two of you together
>Did... did Soarin spread the story that you're gay!?
>Is this what happens when the entire school tries to be supportive!?
>You're going to break his smug, goggle-supporting nose tomorrow
>"I l-like it so much. I've n-never seen so many people smiling at me."
>She nuzzles your shoulder
"Oh, y-yeah..."
>You pass Spitfire, and she gives you an approving nod
>"You two look adorable together!"
>Lyra and Bon Bon pass you near the front door, holding hands
>They both beam, giving you and Fluttershy a double thumbs-up
>Fluttershy smiles back, waving at them
>As they pass, you hear them whispering to each other
>"So adorable together..."
>"I know! Just precious!"
>Goddammit...

>>28744004
KEK, fuck, Soarin reminds me of a co-worker I used to have.

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>>28744189
Boy the girls are loving this shit
Hopefully they won't go apeshit if they ever find out flutters is a she

>>28744189
>http://pastebin.com/GGCZjdDX
Hi, Jeff!

>>28744189
Inb4 someone says.
>"Damn Rainbow Dash must of been so bad in bed that she made Anon gay."

>>28744004
Soarin is fucking great. I like your Soarin.

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>>28744189
just gotta power through it.

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>>28744004
>>28744189
I love how Soarin, and the entire school, are more accepting of thinking Anon is gay than most people in these threads.

>>28745271
>I love how fictional characters written to be more accepting of gay characters are more accepting to gay characters than actual people
Wow.

>>28742816
I'll give you that. I've taken a huge break from writing, and only just started back up a couple weeks ago, and that piece was a larger sci-fi fantasy piece. Guess I got a little over-eager to start writing lewds again.
Don't worry, the rest of it is gonna be spaced out fairly well. It's not gonna be super long, but I do intend to make it feel a little slower.

>>28745271
saved

>>28742774
I return.

>Hours later, you had sent Siyaar home, telling her you needed time to think about all of this.
>You weren't necessarily lying either.
>You had been in the studio this whole time, practicing your technique with the Kahnda. The motions you did keeping the heavy steel blade in motion kept you focused.
>On one hand, Siyaar is everything you wanted in a woman.
>You tended to stay away from women your age because they tended to be non-commital and shallow. You wanted something deeper than just a physical attraction.
>Siyaar could give that to you. She wanted to be with you because of how you acted rather than how you looked or what you wore.
>On the other hand, to say that doing so would be a betrayal of your teacher-pupil relationship would be an understatement.
>The door to the studio opened, and your parents walked through, dressed in their evening attire.
>Your mother was the first to greet you. "Anir, have you been practicing all day?"
>You smirk a little and nod.
"No, Maan. Simply thinking. Pita, could I speak with you in private when you get the chance?"
>Your mother glanced over at her husband, who gave her a reassuring touch on her shoulder. "It's nothing, I'm certain. Go."
>She nodded and saw herself out as you ceased your movements, taking a deep breath and you set the sword on the ground.
>you took a seat on the ground as your father does the same, looking at you with soft eyes. "Your movements are stiff. Robotic, almost. Something troubles you."
>You cleared your throat and spoke, your eyes looking back into his.
"Father, I wish for you to train Siyaar from now on. I cannot any longer."
>This took your father by surprise. Aside from school, Gatka was your life, and you were ecstatic when he put Siyaar in your hands.
>Which made him all the more confused that you wanted to get rid of her. "Did she offend you? Did she challenge your authority?"
>Wait, she?

>>28747519
>Before you could stop him, he continued on. "Oh, I bet she took issue with the female-specific techniques. Stronger-willed women always take offense when they're told that those particular -"
>You cut off your father before he could go into a ramble.
"Apologies pita, but... you knew Siyaar was a girl?"
>He laughed and smiled widely, as if you managed to tell him the funniest joke he'd heard in years. "Of course I knew! I handled her paperwork, and there is a part that denotes gender."
>You sigh and rub the bridge of your nose, considering asking your dad for permission to look over any paperwork of future pupils he tends to give to you.
"Pita, she's interested in me. After a sparring match, she pinned me to the ground and... kissed me."
>This only made your father laugh more. "Oh my Gods, and you thought she was a boy? Oh mere shabd, what I wouldn't pay to see your face when she did that..."
>You sighed once again and waited patiently for your father to get his laughter out. Once he started getting this way, the only way to stop it was to let him laugh his way through it.
>Once his laughter ceased, he looked back to you. "So, you feel that you can no longer train Siyaar because she is interested in you, and vice versa?"
>You nod, and fidget your fingers a little as you speak.
"When she kissed me, it felt... right. Like that was something I was supposed to be doing."
>Your father made a contemplative sound as he stroked his chin. Then he nodded and replied simply; "Then fight her once more."
>You weren't quite sure what he was getting at. He noticed your befuddled expression and elaborated.
"Spar once more. If you can keep your feelings for her seperate from the match, I see no issue with you continuing to train her. Otherwise, I'd be happy to take over where you left off.
>You saw no problem with it personally. You nodded and bowed gently to your father.
"Thank you, Pita. You helped a lot."

>>28747535
>He simply smiled and stood before returining to his room, which you also did soon after.
>You quickly fell asleep when you collapsed into bed, your limbs aching and fatigued.
>You slept into a dream just as quickly as you fell asleep.
>Before you was a cloaked figure that wielded a Talwar and shield.
>You then noticed your own Talwar in your right hand, and a shield in your left.
>The figure sprung at you with surprising speed. You thankfull blocked the sword strike with your shield just in time.
>You then noticed the gash that the sword left in your shield. These weapons are live, or at least your opponents were.
>You decided to fight offensively. You charged forward and bash your shield against your opponent, then feint to the side and attempt a strike with your sword.
>Your foe dodged as well and attempted another strike, this time managing to slice your leg just above the knee, disabling your leg.
>Surprisingly enough, it didn't hurt as much as you thought it would. You simply couldn't use your leg, despite any effort exerted on it.
>It was then that your opponent pushed you to the ground and stood above you, their legs on either side of you.
>The assailant then threw the sword aside and straddled your hips, confusing you until you saw what was under the hood.
>It was Siyaar, sporting a look that could only be described as lewd mischievousness. "Now I'll have you all to myself, Naan..."
>You woke with a start. Your alarm snapped you out of your sleep.
>Just in time, you didn't feel like washing your sheets this morning.
>You started off the day as you usually did; meditating on what you intended to do with the day.
>You wanted to take care of the situation between you and Siyaar. While nothing dangerous would come of it, it was best to resolve it quickly.
>You picked up the phone in your room and dialed Siyaar's number. You decided to follow your father's advice.

>>28747654
>When the line picked up, it was her. She sounded drowzy, you must've woken her. "Hello?"
"Siyaar, it's me. I'd like to meet, and discuss what happened yesterday. Can you meet me in the woods outside town in two hours?"
>You heard her mumbling. Likely inquiring what time it was. You trained with her on weekends as well, but the difficulty she had with getting up on weekends made you re-think your schedule with her.
>She replied after a few seconds. "Yeah, I can be there. Anything I should bring?"
"Nothing in particular. I'll see you there."
>You hang up and go about getting ready. You showered, ate your breakfast of cereal and a soft-boiled egg before brushing and taking your leave for the woods.
>You made it a point to bring along your rucksack, which you packed with a couple of Danda, two shields, as well as food and some first-aid supplies, in case one of you got injured.
>After an hour's walk, you made it to the edge of the woods. You set down your rucksack and sat on the ground, closing your eyes to meditate.
>It's not so much that you needed to, as much as that it was reflex. It helped you calm your nerves, a trait that is emphasized in Gatka.
>In a time much shorter than you anticipated, you heard the voice you had been awaiting. "Naan? What's up?"
>You opened your eyes and saw her there, standing beside her bike. She wasn't in her usual attire, however.
>Her top was a tank top cut to expose her midriff. Judging by the grayed cloth, you figured it was a custom job. Her bottoms were... Bike shorts? Spats? You couldn't quite figure out.
"I'm glad you showed. I've been debating how to approach this situation and, after thinking about it, I decided that I'm interested in you as well. The question is whether I can still be your teacher as well as your boyfriend."
>She chuckled and grinned, squatting to be eye-level with you. "I understand. I also have a feeling that I know what's about to happen."

>>28748053
>Just as you were about to stand, you saw a mark on her wrist. that's where you caught her sparring yesterday.
"Does your wrist hurt?"
>She blinked and looked at her wrist, realizing it had a bruise on it. "Oh, that. It smarts a little, but I don't think anything's broken."
>You beckoned her closer.
"Come. I have something that might help."
>She nodded and kneeled before you, offering her wrist.
>You took it gently in your right hand and reached into your rucksack with the other.
>Probably for the first time since you started training Siyaar, you felt a pang of guilt about engaging in full-contact sparring with her.
>Granted, she'd agreed to it boforehand and never raised any complaints, but you still felt bad. You likely would've reconsidered had you known she was a girl from the start.
>Then something occured to you.
>You pulled out a tube labeled 'Pepper Ointment' from the sack and uncap it, applying a dab barely bigger than a chickpea to the bruise.
"Rub that into your wrist. It'll burn, but it'll also take your mind off the pain."
>She nodded and, glancing at the label on the tube, chuckled slightly. "There's seriously peppers in this?"
>You nod as well, giving a small smirk.
"It's no secret that Indian food is best known for being hotter than the bowels of Hell. back in India, my parents would mix lotions and ointments they bought from the store with super hot peppers from the store. Scotch Bonnets, Naga Viper, hottest things they could get their hands on. It's a good pain reliever, if you can stand the heat."
>She chuckled and scooted over to sit beside you, placing her hand on top of yours. This caught your attention.
>You looked at her, her face smiling gently. "I'm glad you care, but I don't want you treating me differently just because I'm a girl. That's why I never told you."
>You simply smiled back and nodded, not really sure how else to respond other than a silent agreement.

>>28748071
"I can understand that. When I saw the bruise, I felt bad about talking you into full-contact sparring. But you're right. You've proven yourself capable."
>She smiled and moved her wrist a little. The ointment was starting to heat up.
>You gently pat your lap as you gently tug on her arm.
"The ground can't be too comfortable for you, Siyaar."
>She chuckled and stood up before sitting back down on your lap, barely enough room for your chests to expand between you.
>You bit your lip as you looked up at Siyaar. She blushed a little as well as you both pressed your bodies against each other.
>You looked into each other's eyes as you bring a hand up to her purple head of hair and slowly run your fingers through it.
>It felt as though the more you stayed like this with her, the more you wanted to not fight her.
>You decided that if you wanted to fight her, it would be best to get it done soon.
"Siyaar, would you like to start?"
>She giggled and slowly rose from her seat on your lap. "Loser gets nursed back to health by the winner?"
>You grinned and stood as well, nodding.
"I think I can agree to that."

I know it's probably not as evenly paced as folks would've wanted, but I still hope folks are enjoying it. About to write the next fight scene, might take it to the lewd before I go to bed tonight, but I make no promises.

>>28748091
>You slide out a Danda and toss it to her, tossing her a shield next, before arming yourself.
>You each gave yourselves about twenty feet of space and took your stances.
>Siyaar beat her shield with the stick, grinning happily. "Whenever you're ready!"
>You nod and take a deep breath, giving yourself a moment to clear your head.
>She's just an opponent. Right now, that's all she is.
>You open your eyes and speak loudly and commandingly.
"Aakraman!"
>You both charge at each other, same as yesterday, and came into striking range.
>Before Siyaar could swing however, you feint to the left and give a hard thrust with your rod into her side, making her grunt in pain.
>She quickly retaliated with another swing of her club, which you blocked with your shield before swinging at her legs.
>She blocked your rod with her own and gave you a firm push with your shield, throwing you off your feet.
>Before you could return to your feet, she landed a blow at half her usual striking force right onto your diaphragm.
>Your breath caught in your throat, and your lungs spasmed, expanding only enough to keep you from passing out.
>Siyaar grinned and set down her weapon, dragging you to the nearest tree and setting your head in her lap, stroking your hair as you attempted to fight againt your spasming diaphragm, managing to choke out a few words.
"When... How..."
>This only made her grin more as she comforted you. "I hate to break it to you, but I've been holding back. I knew that if I beat you, I'd have to leave you and train under your father. Now tht we're dating, I don't have to wrry about going all out and creaming you."
>Several questions were raised by this.
>When did she get a crush on you?
>How long has she been this good?
>If she's this good, what does that say about your skill?
>Then it occured to you that it doesn't really matter.
>You closed your eyes and focused on regaining control of your diaphragm.

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>>28705618

>"I-I'm a boy!"

Millions of years of successful mating is telling me otherwise

>>28748474
Gonna take this opportunity to finish up the story before I post the rest. I might not finish it tonight, but I'll post it when it's finished and then post a link to the PasteBin I'll be saving it in.

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Lulu bump

Did Jeff ever make that male butters green yet?

>>28749100
checked

>>28750147
Nope, and odds are
he probably won't.
What with the reaction
from previous threads.

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>>28750147
>>28750645
It's been said from the start~
There's already a trap thread for your faggot shiiiit~

>>28750645
Oh, what happened now?

>>28750701
Basically, last thread was a lot of back and forth of 'i like traps' and 'i hate traps and you.' Took up a good bit of the last thread and was kind of annoying. That's why I'm spoilering this, so others won't have to see it.

>>28750678
I don't see Jeff there writing the story he said he would, that the guy asked about.

>>28750147
>>28750645
It's still gonna get written. As a compromise between the trap/anti-trap people, I'll just upload the entire thing to a pastebin file and link that here. That way, you guys who want it can still give feedback, but people who don't want to read it won't have it clogging up the thread.

Found ya again. Finally.

>>28722959
>>28724941
>>28742774
>>28743930
>>28747519
New green and Butters be back? Hell yeah.

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>>28750147

>comes to the thread about girls dressed as boys

>wants a story about boys dressed as girls

I hate bronies

>>28751856
Either way, you are a degenerate, anon

>>28748504
Either way it's really enjoyable.

>>28752535

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>>28752527

>a male being attracted to a female is degenerate

yeah OK tumblr

>>28752537
Thank God, I was afraid this was too different or too fast for people to like. I had an appt with my doc today, just got back and eating dinner, so I'm gonna work through the rest of the story once I finish that. Expect green to drop by 9 PM PST, but idc if someone else posts in the meantime.

>>28753649
It's always nice to see a Scootaloo green. Was hoping for more of her after Mango did his spat with her.

>>28753649
S'good. The twist in your last update was a bit forced and maybe unnecessary You already gave anon the okay to keep training Scoots even if they decide to bang
But so far, i think you can make it work

>>28751183
Thank you.

>>28754432

>>28753692
There any other greens anyone might want? I can't promise anything, but I'm kinda in the mood to write more greens now. Granted, they won't come out as quickly, gotta balance my book and the greens, and I also got personal shit to tend with, but I think I got at least one more good green in me after this one.

Probably something a bit on the normal side too, writing this is fun, but it felt weird having Anon and his waifu kick each other's asses.

>>28755617
tak tak tak

How about a reverse Apple Bloom?

>>28748474
>After a few minutes of struggling to breath, your diaphragm had finally calmed down enough to where you could breathe on your own.
>Siyaar lived up to her name, smiling and reaching for the tube of pepper cream. "Here, lift your shirt up. Gotta be able to make it home, right?"
>You grinned and slid your arms out of your sleeves before taking your shirt off of you, leaving your chest bare.
"You just want to see my chest, I bet."
>She grinned and squeezed on the tube, dabbing a bit of the cream onto your chest. "Can you sit up? This'll be a little weird to do like this."
>You nod and sit up, grabbing your shirt and pushing it against the tree before leaning back into it, looking over your shoulder at Siyaar and patting your lap.
"Hop on then."
>She chuckled and straddled your lap again, rubing the cream into your chest as she spoke. "Not the context I imagined that being said in, but I'll take it."
>You laughed a little and toyed with your student, mock ignorance in your voice.
"Why Siyaar, if I didn't know you better, I'd think you were suggesting something."
>Her grin only grew wider as she settled into your lap, still rubbing down your chest with the cream. "Come on, Naan, don't tell me you haven't thought of it."
>You hold your hand up in protest, continuing your act.
"I pull on my fifth amendment right. I refuse to incriminate myself."
>She chuckled and leaned closer to you, nuzzling into your neck. "That tells me everything I need to know."
>You gasped softly as you felt a lick at your neck, followed by a light nip.
"As much as I can appreciate your eagerness, I think the pepper cream might make things uncomfortable."
>She giggled and withdrew from your neck. "You have a point. I can wait until you're comfortable."
>You blush gently and place your right hand on her left, which was resting on your thigh.
"I'm not gonna pretend like I haven't thought about it, but we'd both feel like we got pepper spray all over us if we did."

>>28755941
>tak
stephen king pls

>>28755951
>She chuckled and bounced an your lap teasingly. "Nevermind that we're out in the open? Anyone could happen on us, see us? Or maybe that's your thing?"
>You chuckle and grab her jaw between your thumb and index finger, pulling her face close to yours as you speak in a low, breathy voice, leaning into her ear.
"Siyaar, I have the feeling you're trying to goad me into something. Why not tell me what you really want?"
>She blushed as you held her jaw and whispered into her ear, a tiny whimper coming from her before she wrapped her arms around your neck. "I want you. I've only ever wanted you since I first met you."
>She moves her head to press a kiss firmly against your lips, her eyes sliding shut as she whispers against your lips. "I want you to do what I nobody else to do, Anri; make me feel like the woman I am."
>You start to blush as well, grabbing her head in both your hands and cradling it gently as you deepened the kiss, slipping your tongue into her mouth and slithering it around in puruit of hers.
>She was more than eager to reciprocate, pulling herself in closer as she gently grabbed your hair, moaning into your mouth as she started grinding herself against your thigh.
>you pulled her closer and gripped her by the rear with one hand, keeping her close to you, as you kept her head cradled with your other hand.
>You felt something wet against your thigh, and after you realized what Siyaar was doing, you quickly broke the kiss and placed a hand on her thigh to stop her.
"Whoa now, calm down. Don't I have to treat you to dinner and a movie first?"
>After realizing what she was doing, Siyaar broke out into a blush as red as a cherry and punched you in the arm. "Jerk. But since you mentioned it, we probably should at least go on a date before we do that."
>You nodded and motioned over to your rucksack.
"I brought food, so how about we start now?"

That's all I could manage tonight. I got a really mad migraine just now, so I gotta turn it in for tonight. There'll be more tomorrow, if my meds permit it. Trying to lengthen it out and make it a little more slow-paced so it's not just like "anon an dodo fug and it was gud da end"
>>28755941
You read my mind, my dude. I kinda wanna do that now.

>>28751183
You make me happy

>>28755956
Tak

>>28751183
I think most of us would really rather you not at all. It's going to lead to the trap fags becoming more entitled. You really don't have to pander to them with trap shit.

Are you updating your stories today?

>>28757196
If he's writing it elsewhere instead of here, I don't see a problem.

>>28757196
If nobody is forcing him, i don't see how your comment applies

>>28757775

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>>28755958

>>28758853

>>28759844

>>28760741

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THE MARINE CORPS DOES NOT WANT ROBOTS
THE MARINE CORPS WANTS KILLERS
THE MARINE CORPS WANTS TO BUILD INDESTRUCTIBLE MEN
MEN WITHOUT FEAR

https://youtu.be/0j9pt7egWJM

>>28761175

>>28762250

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>>28724797

fuck you stopped reading right at
>pic related
why did you do that

i mean content is always good and you should keep writing
but why did you do that

>>28710295
I liked it, do a sequel

>>28722959
Keep going, this is pure gold

Will have an update out sometime this afternoon.

>>28765176
You make me happy.

>>28765176
This is good news.

>>28765176
For the coco or butters story?

>>28762770

>>28767107

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>>28744189

>You try to keep a low profile as you and Fluttershy make your way down to the parking lot
>Aside from the main path from CHS's main entrance, there's also a narrow side-path that winds through the school grounds, flanked by hedges and the occasional trimmed apple tree on each side, and opening into the back of the lot
>Most people avoid it, since it takes about twice as long to reach the parking lot when you're using it, so you hope you weren't run into any more "supportive friends"
>Unfortunately, it would appear that the two of you weren't the only ones looking for a little privacy
>About halfway down the side path, you run into the school's cross-eyed klutz, carrying an overladen tray of baked goods in her arms
>"Aww! Hey, you two! I heard the big news!"
>"B-big news?"
>"Yeah! It's really great! I'm super proud of you two! You look beautiful together!"
>Fluttershy's face goes beet red, and she clutches tighter to your arm
>"Y-y-you really think that?"
>"Totally! Keep on being the way you are! Don't let anyone judge you!"
>Derpy cocks her head in an attempt to properly look you in the eye
>As she passes you, heading back towards the school, she grins proudly holds up a thumbs-up
>Unfortunately, this causes her to lose her balance with the tray, and a few of her muffins go tumbling to the ground
>"Oh, no! Agh, I keep doing that!"

>A little further down the path, you come across another scattering of muffins Derpy must have spilled
>The tiny banana-nut lumps are scattered in the dust, looking a little lonely amongst the dirt
>You step easily over them, but Fluttershy is still walking as if she's in a trance, staring ahead with sparkling eyes
>Her foot lands firmly in one of the muffins, and she slips
>You have just a second to glimpse her shocked face before she goes down
>Immediately, you grab her, trying to keep her from falling

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>>28768111
>The arm that she was holding ends up circling around her waist to keep her from hitting the ground, and her momentum pulls you down along with her
>You stop Fluttershy about a foot above the ground, ending up in a dancer's dip
>She trembles lightly in your grasp
>"A-Anon..."
"Hey. I gotcha."
>Your face is only inches from hers, so close that her breath tickles your nose
>"T-t-t-thanks..."
"Yeah... no problem..."
>You and Fluttershy hold the pose, as neither of you are sure her to move out of it without one or both of you falling
>And that's when you hear a rustling in the bushes
>Looking up, you see Rarity, Coco Pommel, and Sassy Saddles staring at you and Fluttershy from inside the hedges
>All three them are red-faced and breathing heavily, and Coco's nose is bleeding
>"Don't mind us, darlings! If you two were about to kiss or hold hands or do any stuff like that, it's perfectly okay! Just pretend we're not here!"
>You throw the dirty muffins at them until they leave

>When you get to your car, Fluttershy is practically skipping
>"I c-can't believe it! Why is everyone being so nice?"
"No idea."
>"They s-said we look cute! They l-like me!"
"Hah, they sure do."
>Fluttershy wraps her arms around her shoulders, hugging herself until she squees
>"It f-feels so good! Do you think it'll last?"
"Unfortunately, I do..."
>You try to sound annoyed, but it's impossible to do when such a happy Fluttershy is riding with you

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>>28768253
>already got a stalker group

>>28768253
Yes. More. Please.

>>28768463
I love that anime.

>>28768253
yay

please don't die today.

>>28771723

>>28768253
>If you two were about to kiss or hold hands, butt stuff, lovey dovey.

bump for

>>28768253
I guess Rainbow Dash wasn't the only one with a yaoi fetish.

>>28773538
more yaoi obsessed grills

>>28774486
and for

>>28775320
feel goods?

More updates coming in about an hour or two.

>>28775556
Praise be.

>>28775556
excite

>>28775379
and for

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I don't get enough excused to link to They Might Be Giants in my stories. So... enjoy, I guess.

>>28768253

>Like before, you stop by the local Hayburger to pick up some lunch for Dash
>It's enough to feed a family of small horses, so you know she'll be happy
>Sometimes, you could swear that that girl loves food and pornography more than she loves you...
>As you pull out of the restaurant, a bag of lunch stowed safely in the backset, you turn up the radio
>Fluttershy rocks gently back and forth throughout the entire rest of the drive, humming along to your music

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZ4J-jvDAuQ


>You're not sure how, but she displays an uncanny ability to pick up the main melody of any song just within the first twenty seconds
>It's... pretty cool to listen to; she can match pitch with your music seemingly effortlessly
>You can't help but be a little disappointed, though
>Her voice sounds so pretty; what could she have accomplished if her dad had let her take lessons, or sing in a choir, or something?
>Instead of keeping her in a basement
>Once again, you feel the hatred of her father roiling in your gut
>When you reach the intersection just outside the hospital, the light flicks to red, and you gently coast to a stop
>Holding a foot on the brake pedal, you drop your hands into your lap, giving your arms a rest
>As the song enters its chorus, Fluttershy's humming increases in volume
>And that's when you feel her hand touch yours
>She has her eyes closed, bobbing happily along to the beat
>But her fingers drape gently along the back of your hand
>She doesn't hold to you tightly; she knows that, in a moment, the light will change and you'll have to continue driving
>But for now, her fingers caress the soft ridges between your knuckles, her little fingertips tracing a delicate pattern across your skin
>And then the light flashes green, and you continue on into the hospital

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>>28776492

>When you get to Dash's room, she's lounging in the hospital bed, her feet propped up on a stack of pillows
>More pillows are piled under her, forming a heavenly-looking cushion
>She has her laptop in her lap, and immediately closes it when you enter
>You're... just not gonna ask
>"What's up, you two?"
>For someone recovering from a stab wound, she sounds bizzarely chipper
>Dash rolls over in her nest of pillows, licking her lips when she sees the Hayburger bag
>"Aw yeah! You two brought me lunch?"
"Lunch, dinner, and probably breakfast."
>You toss the bag to Dash, and she catches it with the brightest, happiest grin on her face
>"Did I ever tell you two that I love you?"
"Once or twice, maybe."
>"Well, I do. Holy shit, you have no idea how bad the food here is."
>Dash pulls out the first burger, wolfing into it in with a carnal spray of sauce and meat juice
>When she raises her face, her cheeks are smeared with ketchup
>"Mmf! Da' s' gu'!"
"Huh?"
>"That's so good! C'mere, you!"
>She leans up in bed, and you step forward to bring yourself within hugging range
>Fluttershy sheepishly follows behind, and Dash wraps an arm around each of your waists
>Even bedridden, she's strong as fuck
>You feel like your abdomen is about to implode, and Fluttershy lets out a scared little squeak
>"Heh, sorry."
>Dash flops back in bed, and goes back to munching her burger
>"Anyway, how's stuff going? School still suck?"
"It's--"
>Fluttershy cuts you off
>"It's s-so cool! Everyone is being s-super nice, and they're all saying me and A-Anon look cute, and... and..."
>She runs a hand through her hair, blushing
>"It's a-all been really cool..."

>>28776492
Too fucking cute.

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>>28776757
>"Yeah!?"
>Dash grabs Fluttershy's hand, pulling her onto the bed
>"Dude, tell me *everything*"

>And so the two girls talk, and talk, and talk
>You swear, for being so reluctant to talk around most people, Dash can sure get Fluttershy to ramble
>She stutters her way through the conversation with Soarin, then through all of her classes, and finally through the way-too-happy stares that most of the school was giving you while you walked home
>And then she gets to Rarity, Coco, and Sassy's over-interested reactions, and Rainbow just chuckles
>"They sound like my kinda people."
>"T-they were being so nice! T-they really thought w-w-w-we looked cute together!"
>"Hah, yeah?"
>"Y-yeah! They even said it! And t-they were looking at me when they said it!"
>Fluttershy wraps her arms around her shoulders, squeezing herself
>"It f-felt really, really good..."
>"I bet, dude. It's so, so nice when people say stuff that makes you actually feel good about yourself, isn't it?"
>"Y-yeah..."
>Dash grabs Fluttershy, and pulls her in her a quick girl-hug
>As the two embrace, she whispers into her ear
>Well, it's more like she "whispers," despite being a few feet away, you can still hear what she says
>"Did you tell Anon about the plan?"
>"The p-plan? No... I g-got nervous..."
>"Hah. It's okay. You want me to tell him?"
>"Oh! I, um... I..."
>Fluttershy fidgets with the hem of her sweater, staring at the ground
>"M-maybe..."

>>28777347
>page 10
Good update

>>28777347
Das a cute

>>28776767
Too cute.

>>28776088
more green

>>28779269
When?

>>28779565
Sometime this afternoon. At work now, but I'll drop a post or two once I get my lunch break.

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>>28777347
>the plan

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>>28777347
>the plan

>>28773538

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>>28777347
>"Alright~"
>Dash winks, and passes her patient ID card into Fluttershy's hand
>"Run downstairs and get me a soda from the café, okay? I'll tell Anon."
>"O-okay. Thanks, Rainbow."
>The two girls share another quick hug, and Fluttershy slinks out of the room
>You notice she's unable to make eye contact with you before she leaves, and her face is bright red
>You're... not sure how excited you are to hear whatever the two of them have planned
"Well, let's get over this. What horrible scheme have you cooked up now?"
>Dash grins, crossing her legs beneath the blankets
>"I want you to take her out."
"Out?"
>"Yeah. Out."
"That's it?"
>"That's it, dude. Her life's been hell for forever. And even when it's good, she's always sharing it with me, or Harshwhinny, or Gilda, or anyone else. I want you to give her a good day, just for her."
"Yeah, of course. I... I like the sound of that. But why was it such a big deal, then?"
>Dash's smile widens
>"When I said out, I really meant 'out.'"
"This is starting to sound suspiciously like murder plans."
>Dash bonks you with a pillow
>"Not like that, you retard. Out as in, you know..."
"Like her and I did at the zoo? I dunno, Rainbow... I don't think I can pretend with her anymore. I'm worried it'll hurt her."
>"That's why it's not gonna be pretend."
"...what?"
>Dash sighs, settling back into her nest of pillows
>She pats the spot next to her, and you sit down
>Her right hand takes your left, fingers intertwining with yours
>They're so much rougher than Fluttershy's, and so much stronger
>If Fluttershy's hands are like holding a trembling little bird, then Dash's are like a squirmy, excitable puppy

>>28743303
What's your name? I'm curious now.

>>28780415
Oh shit
Does Anon get a harem?
Looking forward to more, thanks for all the green

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>>28780415
>"I've been thinking a lot, lately."
"That's a first."
>Another of her infinite supply of pillows smacks you in the face
>"I'm trying to be genuine, you ass. Just listen."
"Alright, alright."
>You squeeze Dash's hand tighter, leaning in so that your shoulder rests against hers
>"I... bleh. How do people talk about things? This is so hard..."
>She frowns
>"I think the two of you are really cute together. I know I've been weird about it, because I'm weird about everything, but... agh! You're just so perfect for each other! I really mean that. And I think you two should be a thing."
>Dash's cheeks are pink, and her eyes are shining with her characteristic determination
"A thing? Us?"
>"Yeah. I know it sounds dumb, but... I mean, come on, dude. Just look at the way she looks at you. She's enamored. And you were the one who helped get her out of that hellhole, and brought all of us together, and... and bleh. It just works, okay? She's so crazy about you, and... and I think she deserves you."
"But what about you? Dash, c'mon. Fluttershy and I are really close, but..."
>"But you deserve to be closer. You feel it, right?"
"Kinda. But still. What about you? I mean, I can't just leave you behind..."
>"Leave me behind? Come on, man. It's not like I'll disappear if you're dating someone else."
"Dating someone else... you really mean that?"
>"I think I do, dude. I mean, you don't have to decide right now, but... take Fluttershy out, okay? See if things feel okay with her. And if they do, and you want to be with her..."
>Dash smiles
>"I'll understand. She needs you."

So, gonna open this up a bit. Where would you guys like Anon to take Fluttershy?

>>28780508
The zoo. Butters never had a chance to look at all the animals since her dad showed up and they had to high tail out of there.
Or the animal shelter.

>>28780508
How about take out and they finish watching Disney movies together?

>>28780508
Dash is best wingman
Also, the zoo, shelter, or dog park and then hang out at one of their houses

>>28780508
>You will never fuck Butters while Rainbow nibbles on her sensitive flat chest and spread her pussy for you.
>"Fill her up Anon."

>>28780508
>giving her boyfriend away
DASH YOU WHAT

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The thing that needs to happen:

>Marry Flutters, have a metric shit-ton of kids
>Keep RD as your side hoe who occasionally joins you and Flutters in the bedroom
>Also as Aunt Dashie for when you and Flutters need a quiet romantic night out

>>28780508
Go to the zoo with flutters so you can finally see everything, then go back to Anon's place and watch the Disney Robin Hood film, at the end of the movie butters calls anon, her robin hood, as if she was maid marion, and things go from there.

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>>28781035
>Not wanting both.
>Not wanting to have a little boy with Rainbow and a baby girl with Butters.
>Not wanting to have one big happy family.

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>>28782081
>you will never

>>28782135
>you will never get a concussion from bumping into Fluttershy's huge tits

>>28782135
>>28782172
I would love to die like that.

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>>28780508
Wanted to do a sketch.Decided that I'm too lazy to finish it.
Plz R8 no h8

>>28783229
Cute as fuck

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>>28780508
Did Dash just break up with Anon?

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>>28783563
i guess? I mean its more like giving him away then breaking up. Who knew the matriarchy was so strong in eqg

>>28784180
>Giving him away.

>>28781930

>>28785676

>>28786178

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>>28785676
>>28786178
>>28787151
The least y'all uncreative niggas can do is put a fuckin' picture up as a bump

Tfw find vaginas un attractive. Tfw find men unattractive.
Only there were boys that looked like girls

>>28787682
>if only there were boys that looked like girls
I mean traps are a thing but people here get upset if we involve traditional traps. Kinda a shame imo.

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Scootabump

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>>28787388
>>28789694
burp

>>28790064
Nice, but I don't remember seeing any reverse-trap Twilight.

>>28787722
>kinda a shame
When will you fucks get it through your skull that trapshit isn't allowed in this thread? It's not a shame, it's a saving grace of this general. Reverse-trap is good because it can actually be more than just a shit fetish for gay dudes.

Nothing is stopping you from going to the trap general. Can you fags drop this already?

>>28790101
Someone should start one then.

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>>28789694
That's actually pretty good.

>>28787388
>>28789694
>>28790064
Noice

>>28790064
anyone ever do an anon edit of this?

>>28790217
>getting this mad over a passing comment
wew lad, take it down to about a 4.
Both kinds of traps are good.
Don't gotta get all bent out of shape just because the more vocal people who like traps are autismo about their sexuality.

>>28792271
Someone should

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>>28790064
>calculator has 58008
>BOOBS upside down
hue

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>>28787722
>Kinda a shame
This.
>>28790217
>Nothing is stopping you from going to the trap general.
It's shit.

>>28794761
>>28795561
>>28796121
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>>28798091
At least delete your bumps.

flutterbump

>>28799168

WHERE IS A NAAN?
WHERE IS SPACE GILDA?
Jeff after Butters you gonna finish Coco?

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>>28800562
>ITT: More uncreative niggas that can't bump worth a shit

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>>28798103
>it's shit
Most generals here are shit because they cater to too narrow a group. This and Trap Tickler are perfect examples. But whatever. At least it's not Fingerbang. :^)
>>28799608
>where is A Naan?
Wow, someone wants me to keep writing. Color me surprised, I mean that genuinally, too.
I could bitch about how I've had to get blood work done, or how I just got a crown put in my mouth, or how my sleep schedule is fucked (I'm running off of no sleep right now, actually, I was gonna plop down for a nap). Honestly though, I forgot. I got stuck and told myself I'd come back to it a few days later, and got stuck on a different project. I intend to continue writing though. Riiight after that nap. Prolly gonna change my name tho. I have a bad habit of changing names between threads, but fuck it. We'll see what happens.
Might also throw up a Strawpoll to see what people want me to write next. I have ideas, but I'm very indecisive 25 hours of the day.

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>>28802247
Yeah we want you. I mean other than Jeff, who else has contributed to this thread that much.

>Might also throw up a Strawpoll to see what people want me to write next.
As in more in the line of reverse-trap or...?

>>28804615
If I write something beside reverse-trap, I'll toss it into the appropriate thread. I intend to get out at least one more story after this one, something a little more traditional, perhaps a tad longer. Aside from the obvious, top of my head would be Applebloom, Vinyl, and Octavia. I might try a Moondancer story if I can think of something interesting to do with that.

>>28755958
I rise from the dead to raise your dongers.

>You sat with Siyaar and partook in some of the food you brought.
>It wasn't anything fancy; ham and cheese sandwiches.
>Though your parents were Sikh and you respected their religion, you had made it clear to them a few years back that you didn't follow the religion.
>Had you done so, you'd only be able to eat meat from an animal killed according to Chatka, the tradition of a swift death by beheading for livestock. While good in theory, finding lunch meat made by that standard could be hard to find, and pricey to boot.
>Despite the serenity, something gnawed at you concerning something Siyaar said.
"So how long have you been better than me?"
>She merely shrugged and swallowed her mouthful of sandwich before answering. "Don't really have an exact date. A month or so, if I had to guess."
>You supposed the timeline to make sense. You had been teaching her for two years. She would have had plenty of time to master what you had to teach, as well as surpass you. But...
"And how long have you had feelings for me?"
>She blushed ever so slightly as she answered. "About the same amount of time. When I started fighting you from that point on, I could appreciate how much the art meant to you, how dedicated you were to it. You had a conviction not many people your age have."
>You chuckle and polish off the last bit of your sandwich.
"I get that a lot. Mostly from the other students my dad has."
>You close your eyes, a light breeze crossing your face, as you hear Siyaar ask another question. "Why do you find me so attractive then? Can't be my looks."
>You grin and crack an eyelid open, glancing over at her.
"While your looks don't really matter to me, it's worth mentioning that you're definitely not hard on the eyes. But I'm attracted to you for a lot of the same reasons you are me. You're motivated, dedicated, and not afraid to get dirty to get what you want."

>>28805757
>Siyaar punched your arm right as you finished speaking, giving you a wide grin. "You saying I didn't win that fight fairly, Naan? I'll gladly beat your ass again."
>You grin back and gently poke her nose, making her flail her arms at you defensively before covering her nose.
"I'm saying that's why I call you Siyaar - Jackal. You're tenacious, opportunistic and refuse to give up."
>Siyaar turned her body and laid back, laying her head in your lap as she speaks in a faux-sexual voice. "Oh, Naan, you're getting me so wet. If you keep comparing me to carrion, I might just fuck you right here in the open."
>You laugh and ruffle her hair as you grin down at her, bringing your hand from her hair back to her jaw.
"Someone's feisty. Were you anticipating some kind of reward for besting me?"
>She grinned and winked at you, licking her lips. "Maybe I think about you. A lot."
>Despite your best efforts, it was getting hard to maintain the polite demeanor you were attempting.
>Knowing Siyaar, she wouldn't give until you caved, either.
>So you decided to humor her.
"Think about me how?"
>You see her bite her lip gently as she adjusts herself again to be straddling your lap once more, face to face with you. "A lot of ways, and in a lot of places. Sometimes you're giving it to me from behind in your room."
>As she speaks, your hands start to wander. They start in her hair, slowly moving your fingers through her locks, feeling every hair on your skin.
"Don't spare me any details now, Siyaar."
>Her blush only grew as she leans in closer to continue, her voice barely more than hushed, faint squeaks in her speech telling you that you're not the only one interested. "You're gentle at first, you give me time to get used to you, toying with me in the meantime; my chest, my neck, my ears, my mouth. You take them for your own, and then you take me."

>>28805784
>Listening to her in such an intimate situation wasn't helping your own circulation problems. You could feel the all-too-familiar stiffness start.
>You dare not stop her, though. She seemed to be enjoying it as much as you were, her legs starting to fidget around yours. "We start in missionary. You're merciless, giving no quarter, but you still do your best to be gentle where you can be; rubbing my clit, teasing my chest..."
>You were pitching a tent by now, and there was no way to hide it without making it obvious what you were sporting. Your Id begged you to pin her against the tree and give her exactly what she wanted, whilst your ego and super-ego were pleading with you to at least take her back home before doing anything of the sort.
>You decided to ignore all three parties quarreling in your mind, simultaneously deciding to tease your former student a bit.
>You pull her flush against you, your erection pressed against her groin now, making her squeak like a mouse.
>You grinned a little; the Jackal is sounding more like a mouse now.
>You could feel her moisture through her shorts and your pants as she continued, her voice starting to waver as she unconsciously started to grind against your length. "I moan, practically scream, as you conquer me. I want nothing more in that moment than to be yours in every way conceivable, to please you in any and every way you ask of me. Next thing I know, I'm being flipped onto my stomach, your rod hammering deeper and deeper into me..."
>Your hands, without you noticing, had already worked their way to her hips, goading her into rubbing against you more, each gyration offering you a moan to stifle, in the event the forestry service or some other passerby were here.

>>28805796
>Siyaar likely realized what she was doing by now, her gyrations becoming more exaggerated as she finishes recounting her fantasy. "We finish together, your warm seed easing the pain in my sore folds as I clamp down on you, wanting every last drop in me. We stay joined as we kiss, both of us soaked with sweat and fatigued, but loving every ache and pain, savoring everything."
>Seemingly out of frustration, her hands grip your head by the hair and pushes your mouth against hers, her tongue shoving itself between your lips as she starts to coil her tongue around yours starvingly, her gyrations only getting more pronounced.
>You put up no resistance, joining her in the carnal activities. Your own hips start to grind against her own ministrations, gripping her lithe hips tightly as you moaned against her mouth, your partner matching almost every moan of yours with her own.
>You had a bit of an internal struggle. You wanted this, more than anything. Nothing felt more right than this did right now.
>But you didn't want your first time, let alone Siyaar's first, to be in the woods, where anyone could happen by.
>Your house was a ten-minute bike ride away though, and you needed this now.
>You remember a cave that's maybe two minutes from here. It's not romantic, per se, but it's private.
>There was also the forest ranger that you helped out a while back. Without your help, she'd have likely gotten mauled by a wolf if she had kept wandering the way she did.
>You'd normally ponder how someone as meek as that would become a forest ranger, but you had insufficient blood going to your brain to commit any of it to that train of thought.
>You had to make a decision, preferably one that was agreeable to your partner, that would solve this issue you both have with the utmost haste.
>You wanted - no, needed to fuck. You had three potential spots to go to. But where...?

>>28805882
Gonna rest my back for a bit, this chair is killing me. Suggestions for what happens next are welcome. I won't be posting anymore tonight unless I have trouble sleeping. So I'll probably end up posting more later tonight.

>>28805757
>To raise your dongers
Note to self. Don't read in public.

>>28805882
Go home. It's safe and you won't have to worry about any...curious onlookers.

bimp

>>28805882
Go to the caves!
>>28806904
If you go home what if anaans parents walk in on him?

>>28805898
I vote for home. Sex outside seems too exposed.

>>28805898
Make the sex right there. They already embraced!

>>28806904
>>28807670
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>>28808970
Alright, gonna write more and, honestly, I was expecting more people to decide on going home. Since it's split I'll pick the choice that Got absolutely no votes: borrow the forest ranger's cabin. :^)

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