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Reversed Gender Roles Equestria.

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GoogleDoc Pastebin Archive:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1aoh8YH3I0q78czAnb9mt_4h5jUeCUbivFV5WhAh935U/edit?pli=1

Old CrazyRain's Stories' Archives:
http://pastebin.com/C82B4dea
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>the spook is real
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>>28782040
Anon goes for a jog at night.
Gets jumped by masked mares and raped.
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>Anon and mare friend are costume for Nightmare Night
>Costume involves mare getting a piggy-back ride from Anon
>Mare gets to rub her scent all over Anon and get her ass groped
>Spoop
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>>28782103
Literally no downside to this.
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>"Anon quickly, there is no time! In order to save all of Equestria you must release your seed inside of me!"
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>>28782116
>>Spoop
too scary to turn into green
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>>28782148
see
>>28782126
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>rainbow dress up as skeleton
>flies around spooping ponies
"rainbow, skeletons don't fly"
>she glare
>"you stupe"
>"is scariest skeleton of all"
>is true
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you fucking idiot the link enables you to edit the doc.
pic related
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>>28782184
Well, shit.
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> Anon dresses up as a cowboy, spurs, hat, the whole thing
> Pony ancestral memory stirs
> Apples fall down in worship of their returning master
> Anon rides around on Big Mac
> Mares overheating at the dominance play between two stallions
> Police mares gently suggest Anon's costume is too racy for public use
> He doesn't quite get what they mean, compliments them on their police costumes and tousles their manes
> The flustered ponicemares threaten him with velvet hoofcuffs (because bare metal ones are too cruel)
> Anon vaguely gets that he is too sexy and happily agrees to go off with these mares
> Funtimesattheponicestation.wemb
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>Anon puts together a simple costume
>It's just a paper mache mask and an old blanket-turned-cape
>Poners are seriously spooked
>None of them recognize him, they all just scream and run away
>Princess Luna confronts the 'horrible monster' and banishes him to tartarus
>The next morning, Anon is missing
>Poners think the monster took him
>RIP in piece
>Meanwhile Anon has become Tirek's buttslut in tartarus
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>>28782417
You mean Tirek has become Anon's bottom bitch.

Tirek ain't got shit for magic, he's just a scrawny little baby man now.
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>>28782417
*anon makes tirek his buttslut
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>>28782040
>anon explores the world going from land to land
>each country or city he gose to he gets more followers
>because it's dangerous for a colt to travel alone or with those people, I must go with him to keep him safe
>over time he gets 10-20 of each sapient race in the world about 300 in total
>he fucks them a lot
>he stops in some long forgotten corner of the world
>along with his followers
>he builds a small nation
>with his knowledge of tech his nation becomes that of legend
>1000s of years go by and a new anon pops up
>he fells an unusual desire to travel the world
>will he find the lost city of Anontis?
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>>28782417
>Luna enters tartarus to confront the monster.
>Anon takes off his mask and reveals it's him.
>Luna is shocked.
>"This can't be, art thou truly like us?"
>Thinks Anon has an alter-ego like her Nightmare Moon.
>Assumes he's still in the throes of madness.
>Vows to reform him, without Celestia's or Twilight's help, to prove that she's changed.
>She might be projecting a lot onto Anon,

From there either they get closer and Anon acts reformed, or he gets too into being spoopy and brings out the Nightmare Moon side of her, and then she tries to court him.
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>>28782502
I would read this. Especially if the writer made the size difference between Anon and Luna the same as your pic.
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>>28782502
Or maybe Anon sneaks into Luna's bedroom and secretly glues a mask onto her face so that Celestia gives her a taste of her own banish-flavored medicine.
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>>28782502
This sounds adorable. Please.
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>>28782103
>They wear Ski Masks on their plots
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>>28782734
>Masked mares try and crawl away from Anon's insatiable sexual appetite
>Anon drags them back
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>>28782162
spoop
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>Anon wandering Canterlot castle one evening
>Sneaks into Celestia's room, marveling at the lack of security
>Hears her talking strangely, like she's reading outloud
>"And then Anonymous buried his hands into Celestia's tuft and rubbed."
>Catches Celestia writing erotic fiction about him and her
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>>28782193
Revoke the link through Google docs then paste the read only link here.
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>>28782905
I want to see this.......really badly.
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>>28783207
>You up and wrap your arms around Celestia, burying your hands in her chest fur and rubbing
>Celestia gasps and goes stiff in your arms, dropping her quill and parchment.
"And then what did he do, Celestia?"
>"Anonymous!?"
>Her tuft is so warm and thick you're worried you'll lose your hand in it.
>Celestia seems torn between pulling away and pushing her back into your chest, and so she settles on wriggling slightly.
>"How did you - oh goodness, your - Is this really happening?"
>You keep one hand in her tuft and allow the other to slide down so that you can rub her tummy.
"You tell me."
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>Anon and Rainbow Dash are friends
>Something happens and the two get into a huge fight where Rainbow says something suitably sexist and offensive
>Anon decides to go camping for a week to cool down
>Doesn't tell anyone because I'm not very good at this
>Rainbow goes to his house around noon the next day to apologize and finds out he's not there
>His house is empty and his personal effects are gone
>"I've driven Anon out of town. Sweet Celestia, I'm becoming my mother!"
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>>28782417
It wasn't even a good costume
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>>28783337
>Meanwhile, in the Everfree, Anon is having a blast.
>Sure there's weird bugs and plants and shit, but it's fun.
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The google doc is being torn apart.
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>>28783619
YOURE TEARING ME APART
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>>28783630
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>>28783619
>letting the google doc be edited by anybody
GREAT FUCKING GOOGALY MOGGALY SCOTT WHO LET THIS HAPPEN
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aaaaaand the google doc's contents have been deleted.
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>>28783679
Now it's back to normal. Too bad - I was hoping that every single would would have, eventually, been replaced with "nigger"
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>>28783679
>>28783689
good thing i keep a copy.
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>>28783698
That was you?
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>>28783698
some writefags might have to update the doc because the copy i have is a little old.
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>>28783702
yeah. i stopped his shitposting and restored it last time this happend to. always keep a copy on hand.
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>>28783711
I'm split. On the one hand, I'm glad you kept a copy. On the other hand, it had been exciting to see where the doc was going.
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>>28783719
no where good thats where. last time he typed a capital "R" in bold deleted all content wrote ten capital "E"s in bold copied it and pasted it so many times i think his computer crashed. so i out shitposted him and restored it.
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>>28783730
Good man.
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>>28783730
I still want to read "Nigger Nigger Guard", "The Love Nigger", and BrandNewWritefag's "Sea Nigger shorts"
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>>28783774
>Nigger Words
Like horse words only with ebonics
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>>28783843
I was going to say Ebola.
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>>28783895
kek
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>>28782417
How is Anon gonna become Tirek's buttslut when he's so spooky looking?

It would only be natural that one as spooky such as him would become a top dog in Tartarus, if not the Top bitch himself.
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>Trixie is a master of Illusion magic.
>She runs the most feared haunted house attraction in Equestria.
>Many of the horrors within are actually ideas she gets from Anon and his world.
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>>28784277
>Anon and Trixie working together to create the scariest haunted house possible
>Twilight hears about it from all the terrified ponies
>Automatically assume Anon is kept there terrified by Trixie because colts can't handle spooks
>Que shenanigans and terrified horses as she gets the mane 6 together to go through the house to "save" Anon
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>>28784277
>he gets to help run it
>she puts illusions on him to make him absolutely terrifying
>like ponies freezing in place after spotting him and breaking down into tears terrifying
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The google doc archive got spooked
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>>28784501
>Be Anon in Equestria
>You are the founder of the world's foremost technology company, Acme.
>Your search engines have revolutionised computer science, since ponies now have computers on which to search for things.
>Tonight is pony halloween, the spookiest of nights.
>You are staying late to oversee the deployment of your new document service, Acme Documents.
>It's ready to deploy in its first phase, as a computer office suite along with an accompanying online component.
>Phase two is still in development, but your engineers are making good progress on magical remote document scanning.
>But one step at a time.
>Most ponies are out being scared, but your staff are here in your operations center late, being as dedicated to this as you are.
>All that remains is to pull the big lever and send out the magm-
>No that's not scheduled until mid-next-year, there's still a lot of drilling to do in known deer habitats.
>You glance at the clock
>It's late o'clock
>Okay, pull the OTHER lever, the one that's actually wired up to do something
>You pull the lever
>Across the world, machines respond.
>Servers spin up their decorative spinny bits and begin permitting access to the online delivery and storage, having been powered up and running idle until now.
>Emails are added to message queues, announcing and offering your newest innovation.
>Only a few ponies are at their computers ready to read them, but users begin to send requests for the software, which are duly accepted by your very fancy servers along with the much greater number of plain boring ones that are not set up to show off to the media.
>One of these users happens to be a NEET skeleton pony, at home because she was not invited to any nightmare night parties.
>She finds it easy to use and posts about it on her blog.
>Some other socially stunted spooks read the post, and also give your office suite a try.
>Soon there are hundreds of assorted ghouls, ghosts, goblins and other scary types interested.
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>>28784805
>They write a wide variety of things, but it is generally being used to write spooky things by them.
>These spooky things are posted and shared, causing a cascade of interest.
>In the background, your servers are collecting copies of everything they have written, helpfully guarding against accidental deletion.
>Having such a large amount of spook concentrated digitally in such a short time has some unexpected side effects however.
>Racks begin to rattle, the hum of cooling systems changes tone into an eery wail.
>You do not notice this, having delegated management of each datacenter to teams of well-trained competant ponies.
>And one team in particular, in the Manehatten west side site, are in for a surprise.

>Be Watchful Gaze, security guard in a nondescript Manehatten building.
>You drew the short straw and are working the late shift on Nightmare Night.
>The other gals are off partying while you have to patrol instead.
>You've made it halfway through one of the loud halls of machinery when you hear a scraping noise.
>That's not normal, you'd better check it out.
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>>28784827
Fuck I don't know how to continue this properly
>Guard follows sounds
>Finds strange technoskeleton pony made from the remains of a bunch of computer gear
>Is spooked
>Rattlerattle?
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>>28784925
>It looks like the illegitimate ponified lovechild of Johnny 5 and a Terminator, born in a Radioshack.
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>>28784940
It's not even remotely RGRE, but for some reason, I could see Johnny 5 fitting in rather well in Equestria. Twiggles would be jealous of how fast he can read.
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>>28784948
Robo-husbando
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>>28782116
anon and rainbow, banjo kazooie
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>>28758933
I tried to do it fast. Wasn't fast enough. But still
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>>28785079
Unf, bare Bomshell tuft.
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>>28783669
the same moron who thought a google doc was a good idea in the first place.

OK, After writing that little bit I took the initiative to make a fucking pastebin for rgre

http://pastebin.com/zevg9RyQ

There is work do be done, getting pastebin links for the stories themselves and all rgre stories in bins as I was not about to scrape them myself right now, and story descriptions.

This also has the elegance of not being fucked with by any one person, being nicer to look at overall, not as much of a pain in the ass to use, and easily forkable if anyone wants to update.

That said, If there is a writer/trustable person to host a version and make revisions to it so only one bin ever needs to be made, that would be great.
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>>28785180
Oh, one more thing on this note, Any active writers who want to, can you link this comment and put your stories in

name - bin (if you can last update)
description

I can pound out a 2.0 bin around post 400~

If not, I'll scrape the bins at some point for info.
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>>28785180
Oi m8. I ain't dead yet. I've got a story waiting for me to finish the final touches. brandnewwritefag even helped edit it.
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>>28785407
I just went off the last non fucked with gdoc, got the first .1 update though
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>>28782905
>>28783246

i remember someone had done this before months ago
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We don't have any ANNIVERSARY!?
Do we?
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>>28785802
No, you were un loved child who honestly w ehave forgotten about your inception, so rejoice you don't have to deal with bothersome parties and false praises about you being born.
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The other writefags in the Illuminati are refusing to do spiderpones.
Instead they want snakes.
Fine.
I'll write snakes.

>Be Anon in Equestria
>It's a land of brightly coloured magical talking giant snakes.
>Pinkie Pie, who is not actually a pie but really a snake, teleported you here when she screwed up a spell.
>You've been staying with a snake called Caramel, who is apparently related to the farmer snakes who live out on the farm a bit out of town.
>Next week the town princess, Princess Twilight Sparkle (No, you do not understand why a town needs a princess.) is going to take you to visit some of her princess friends who live on a mountain you can see in the distance.
>Twilight has been very interested in you, asking all sorts of questions like "How can you balance on those long spindly limbs?" and "Why are you wearing so many clothes"
>She tried to offer you a room in her castle, but the other snakes in the town decided it was improper for you to stay with her.
>Which is how you met Caramel.
>He's a bit weird, but not too bad of a roommate.
>You think he might be one of those homosexuals that are all the rage with the trendy sorts back home.
>So far he hasn't propositioned you, or at least you don't think he has.
>Snake body language is tricky.
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>>28785861
>Snake
>Not snek
Disappoint.

Spides are coming eventually.
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>Anon gets drunk
>Licks Bon Bon's cutie mark
>They are now legally married
>The equivalent of a fat man who eats too much candy is about to lose her V card
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>>28785861
>snakes
I like scorpion and snake. and some other animal.
like spider and bird. god, it like they're from disney and MLP canon.

Thank HeliAnon.
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>>28785180
It's about time, thank you for finally doing it
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>>28785861
>Chilling in bed enjoying a nice rest after a hard day at work
>Man this is great, sure you're former skills as a mechanic aren't of use with a preindustrial civilization, but you can make some mean brownies for the Sugarcube Corner place.
>It's nice, makes you think your gonna die of diaubeetus though.
>That said you take a deep breath turning a bit in your bed before your eyes slowly creak open
>That was weird.
>You could have sworn you felt your blanket wrap around your leg...
>Sending a hand to investigate you blindly grope around for the odd feeling.
>"A-ahh~"
>...
>Your leg shouldn't be making a moan
>Matter of fact it shouldn't be making noises period.
>Mildly concerned you pull the blanket up and peek down below.
>What greets you is not the single eyed trouser snake you remembered.
>Instead there are two bright blue eyes that crinkle at you in delight as a small pink tongue flits out at you, "Moooorning Anon, sssleep well?"
"Pinkie..."
>"Yesss?"
"Why are you in my bed around my leg?"
>Pinkie's eyes dart to and fro as her tongue flicks out again to wipe the sweat drawing on her lip.
>"I was, needing a...bed buddy?"
"Pinkie, we've talked about this, personal space!"
>Pinkie hisses back at you eyes narrowing with a pout, "But you're so /warm/! How can I even resisssst!?"
"You have a bed! And a heat lamp! Use them!"
>"It's not the ssssame!"
>You simply let the blanket drop over the mare turned snake.
"Why in the world did Twilight have to practice snek spells I will never know..."

>"Twilight do I have to?"
>"Yes Spike, how else am I going to win the cosplay contest at Trottingham if I don't bring full authenticity to the outfit? Now tilts your head just so..."

>You shiver feeling your internal weeb cry at the shit tastes others have before shrugging it off to sleep.
>"Ssso I can ssstay?"
>Reaching down you simply pat the snek.
"Just lemme sleep, and don't wrap my neck up!"
>"Okie dokie!"
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>>28786386
snek/snek would snek again
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Would whoever is doing this please stop? You're not funny. I'm actually trying to regularly update the doc and you people are doing shit like pic related and then just leaving it.
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>>28786489
make sure only the wrightfags can edit it. hes not going to stop otherwise.
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>>28786507
This, basically. It's like, what did you expect when the ability to edit was given to anyone?
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>>28786386
>When the clock starts to ring you blindly reach over to silence it.
>Your arm feels heavier.
>Looking over you find that Snek Pinkie had moved to your arm instead of your leg.
>Silly snek that's for arm things, not for snek bed.
>Granted your body in general is not for bed, but that doesn't stop her that's for sure.
>Yawning you stretch abit and feel as Pinkie starts to curl a bit tighter around your arm from the movement.
"Cmon Pinks, time to get up yanno."
>"Mmrmble, I'm already up..."
>Looking at her position you do indeed find she is up above you from your stretch.
>You simply give her a little scratch behind the head.
"Your a silly, come we gotta get dem cakes cooking after all."
>"Mm...if we have to..."

>You start to get dressed making sure to grab a extra large shirt so that Pinkie would have room to move in.
>As the cloth settles around you Pinkie gives a hiss of satisfaction, "Yesss."
>Tramping down the stairs you make adjustments to your clothes as Pinkie curls around your chest like a bandaloir of ammo in Rambo.
"Pinkie you know you're gonna need to get off me eventually right?"
>"D'aw, but itsss ssso nice in here!"
"Pinkie please."
>Walking into the kitchen you start to get the prep done for the day's baking.
>With some added help of course as Pinkie would stretch herself out like an extra arm to help grab something or to nudge over an ingredient
>Like clock work the routine settles in over the two of you as you work.
>Though the Pinkie's form might have changed it still doesn't stop her from being a premier baker as you assist her.
>As you set the oven to bake now, you turn back to ask Pinkie for when the cakes will wake up only to find her gone.
>You know she had slithered off you to get something with the flour, but where did she?
"Pinkie?"
>Drawing closer to the flour bags you find that there is quite a few that are left open.
>Peeking your head in looking over the rest you start to close them up
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>>28786532
I bet you're the fucker that did this
The doc was actually fine like for most of the year
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>>28786533
>"Surprise!"
"JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL!"
>You fall back as Pinkie's snek head pops out from the flour back like a demented gummy worm of hell.
>Hearing a giggle coming from the snek you see her curled up in laughter that comes out in small hisses.
>"Sesesesse Oh Anon you were ssso ssscared!"
"Pinkie that wasn't funny, you nut ball!"
>Pinkie simply flits her tongue out at you in laughter while you can't help the smile that comes from her own laughter getting to you.
"Ah jeez, Pinkie, never change you silly mare."
>"Daw thanksss Anon!" Pinkie says as she slithers over to you and covers you with flour as she wraps you up.
>"Heheh now you look like a ghost!"
>You roll your eyes before raising your hands out, "Boo."
>Pinkie simple hisses some more before she nods her head toward the oven, "Don't forget the cakes!"
"Right right."
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>Anon runs a foal-sitting service
>Some pegasus lets him take care of their little kid
>Pone-kid is too young to be separated from their parents
>Gets Anon's scent on it
>Pegasi-parents won't take it back now
>Anon is now a """proud""" father
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>>28786550
You got me, great detective work. I was just saying, why would the internet pass up a chance to fuck something up? It was fine until >>28782184 said something and brought attention to how anybody could edit it.
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>>28786587
That is how pretty much things are working in black ghettos, or as i has been informed.
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>>28786647
>black ghettos
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>>28786647
so just ghettos then?
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>>28785079
Delicious flat floof
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Would you faggots stop with the /pol/lution of my fucking magic horse board?

Keep politics out of this fucking place.
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>>28787165
I just want to talk about horses, you dumb memeposter.
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>>28787188
First of all how dare you
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>>28787188
All horses are my waifus, so if my waifu a shit then so is yours.
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>>28787201
>more then one waifu
>you're trying to lay claim to all ponies
BLASPHEMY
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>>28787214
>more than one waifu
>laifu = ruined
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>>28787106
I really want to preen a pegasus.
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>>28787285
This. Mares want a pure, virginal groom on their wedding day.
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>>28787214
>>28787240
>>28787285
>>28787321
You cannot stop me. My love for the pony plot cannot be restrained by simple concepts such as monogamy.

ALL HE HORSE BUTTS WLL BE MINE.
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>>28787285
>You sigh
"Look, Rarity-"
>Rarity, Rarara and Rrrrrr all look over at you at once
>"Darling, you have to be more specific" Rrrrrr responds
"The *good* one."
>"Yes?" they reply in unison, batting their eyes at you
>Ugh
>It's true, you got 3 waifu wishes when you rubbed that genie off
>And marshmallow ponut was what was on your mind...
>But it's too much of a good thing
>3 Diamondbacks
>3 Fashions
>3 Ambush Marshmallows
>3 wonderful, amazing, terrifyingly cockhungry mares
>You look out the window, overtaken in a fit of male whimsy
>Idly you nod at the poor bastard who wished for 3 Twifus
>He's trapped in a giant gyroscope which has escaped whatever testing lab it came from again and is rampaging through town
"Sigh~"
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>>28787344
>The man who wished for 3 Fluttershaifus is just perpetually covered in animal shit
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>>28787344
>>3 Ambush Marshmallows
kek
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>>28786532
Spoken like a True someone who hasn't been around the block yet. non editable always dies eventually. So long as the edits can be reversed who cares? EVENTUALLY the vandal will realize it is stupid and boring and move on (also if this hadn't been turned into a big deal it would just blow over)
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>>28787362
First of all, you're a faggot.

Second of all, he'd be covered in feathers from pegasus cuddle piling.
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>>28787362
>He likes it
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>>28786386
Pinky snek hiss at penis
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>>28787344
>Rrrrrr
My back!
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>>28787725
lmao faggot
literally a model
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>>28787344
About fucking time now those are the words I believe would be the ones i would actually use. and I think i would actually talk just that way because has gotten enough from the bullshit i keeps hearing about but doesnt understand a word. also someone go put there a DOC
monitor so i can watch records of these stupid shit actions that have been going on. I bet faggot would shit out so many
that reality would shatter and everybody would be small pink ponys.
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>>28787756
>inexplicable tears
I hate this meme
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>>28787796
I'm not autistic I just don't like you.
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>"Incognito! Tell this knock-off princess who you love more."
>Yes, Incognito. Please enlighten us as to who could go BUCK themselves."
>You looked at both 'Lestia and 'Bestia
>They were looking back angrily at you, brows furrowed and snozzles scrunched
>"Tell us who's better with helping her subjects with matters of friendship."
>"Better yet, up don't you tell us who looks more regal?"
>"What about tuft size, my dear? Whose is bigger."
>'Lestia scoffs
>"Please, he doesn't need to answer THAT," she said," waving a hoof dismissively
>'Bestia nodded
>"You're right. There isn't ANY question who has the nicest tuft."
>"Or the biggest, juiciest rump."
>"Or wings that can made a stallion EXPLODE with just a touch, don't forget that."
>"If we can't forget that then we mustn't forget who can such a golfball through a garden hose."
>Both alicorns glared at each other before looking at you with a smile
>"Isn't that right, Incognito?" they said at the same time
>You just stood there sweating
>...
>You should have never rubbed off that genie...
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>>28787833
Keep me out of thi-
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>>28787833
its perfect

yessss
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“You don't think I'm weird?”
>“I don’t know. I just… I like you. I think you’re pretty handsome, and your scent really stuck in my mind. I like how kind you are to your friend. As soon as I looked in your bag last night I knew you’d been working hard to make a foal’s Hearth's Warming…”
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>>28787833
Love it.
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>Clone waifu?
>Cloning and personality??
Ok first of all... this is some kind new fetish? because i realllly enjoying it.
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>>28787965
anything can be a fetish friendo. but yes its a fetish.
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>Anon must have a herd due to new laws and overprotective Twiggles
>Who totally doesn't want to be in a herd with anon ha ha why do you think about that?
>[nervous Twibutt sounds]
>Anon just went to Mirror pool with his waifu and came back with waifu's
>Pinkie is totally not hiding now from Twi using her Pinkie Sence for telling Anon about Mirror pool

And this waifu is...
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>>28788079
Pinkie.
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>>28788105
It's the perfect crime......
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>>28788079
Many Celestia's.
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>>28788079
It's me!
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> Celestia distributes her personality traits among three bodies
> Queen Celestia, very dignified, somewhat motherly, easily flustered by Anon's amorous advances
> Professor Celestia, slightly absent-minded, rather curious, comfiest book buddy, enjoys teaching younger ponies, ie everypony
> Femme Fatale Celestia, loves to seduce Anon, play pranks on ponies, fluster Twilight, has thousands of years of /d/egenerate theory to test out.
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>>28788211
THE POWWWWWWEEEEEEEERRRRR
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>tfw no pony stallion can fill your BBC (Big Black Cunt)
>tfw mares call you 'zigger' and burn solar crosses in your yard
>tfw no hot humbando to cuddle after a long day of alchemy
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>>28788509

once stallions get the right to vote they'll make sure you and your kind are never without a pony cock.
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>>28788105
Do a story now
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>Anon uses the Mirror Pool himself
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>>28789863
That could go to explain how you get many anon in equestria story.

Though that raises some strange questions about human genetics if they can breed with ponies...

Oh wait the bad thing about the mirror pool was that it took the worst traits of the subject and made it about three times as worse...

So...shit flinging Anons in Equestria?
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>>28790190
>Oh wait the bad thing about the mirror pool was that it took the worst traits of the subject and made it about three times as worse...
crossed anon
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>>28782425
Makes me think about the heavy and some of the cosmetics.
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>>28790190
I thought it was more an exact physical copy but the mind was like it was copied from memory by someone who wasn't paying attention. Or like a fanfic or poor imitation. So you end up with a copy of of copy etc with each having a different incomplete personally, that personality will fill in over time and you end up with a bunch of assholes
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>>28790190
>>28790304
Doesn't line up if that's the thing.
Pretty much, Anon's traits will be over when their grand grand childs get together.
Making it like a 6% of inbreeding.
When they get grand grand foals, Anon's blood like will die because no diversification of the first genoma in the place.
Anon will have humans or foal in the first time, his kids have the 1/2 chance of that and his grand kids 1/4, then his grand grand kids a 1/8, and so on and so for.
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>>28790978
Isn't a breeding population for a species require something like around 20,000 or more individuals for a viable breeding pool? So you could try to breed the kids of that into something, but then you run into the same issue of the same strand being reused over the generations.
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>tfw you'd be the equivalent of that one ugly girl in rgr equestria
>the one stallions shittalk behind your back and no mare really wants anything to do with
search your feelings
you know it to be true
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>>28791035
Only because ponies would not be attracted to humans.

I'm beautiful, baby.
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>>28791100
>live in a world of pones
>none of them are attracted to humans
doesnt matter how beautiful you are baby
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>>28791173
There are always exceptions, and besides, there are others things to fuck.
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>>28791227
>minotaurs find you too scrawny and weak
>griffons find your lack of talons laughable
>changelings simply stuff you in a pod and you're never heard from again
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>>28791035
>>28791173
>>28791302
>"This next song, uh - thank you, thanks..."
>"This next song is about how sad I am."
>"It's really sad."
>"And it's called sad."
>sad piano music
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>>28791385
so sad
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>>28791385
Someone's a Bo fan.
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>>28791227
I want to fuck a cow
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>>28792062
but i eat those
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>>28792062
Whoa

You should really not tell me where to find more of that
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>"According to this tax form, Anon is... 30 years old?! Sweet Celestia, that's almost as old as Granny Sparkle was when she died!"
>"I've been dating an elderly stallion. I... I sucked his... His... Oh, Luna's teats, I'm gonna barf!"
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>>28792096
Does that mean Sunbutt and her sister are into wizards?

i-is there hope?
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>>28792096
Sounds like it's time to go have some fun with Celestia and Luna.
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>>28792062
DO IT NOW.
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>>28792159
I want to milk her.
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>>28792096
>Twi thinks she is fugging a grandpa in his 20s - 30s.
>Panics.
>Then learns that humans just live to be 80, 90, maybe even 100 with good medicine.
>In a surprising turn, that's the rough lifespan for alicorns who weren't naturally born.
>Panic turns to relief once she learns that they'll be able to grow old together rather than her outliving him.
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>>28792096
What would Ponies see years as?
Like a year to us is a full rotation around the sun, but the sun rotates them daily.
What if they saw years as we saw days and thought Anon was actually a child when he told them how old he was.
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>>28792250
But then that just brings about the depressing 'mayfly ponies' concept.
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>>28792279
It's not depressing, just stupid. Pony lifespans measured in weeks or months? Really?
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>>28792250
>day is a year
luna was only on the moon for ~3 years

i mean it still sucked, but that's a cakewalk next o 1000 years
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>>28792250
I was thinking more that when Anon tells them he's 30 years old, due to the sun fuckery they think of years as days and believe Anon to be only 30 days old.
I just want scared horses accidentally thinking they lusted after a child before Anon clears the whole thing up.
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>>28792409
it would only take as long as the correlation between the 4 seasons which ponies have to years

you might have something if pone seasons are way shorter tho
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>>28792250
>sun rotates them daily

How about instead of "mayfly ponies" it's actually that an Equestria year is different than an Earth year. Like say it's closer to 1/3 of what our years are. Like instead of 365 days they measure their years in full one hundreds.

So in their years, an Anon who is between 20-30 is 60-90. And in our years Luna was on the Moon between 300-400 years.
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>>28792534
This seems reasonable and fun to play with.
Not happening, bucko
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>Page 7
Don't scare me like that, RGRE!
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>>28793055
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>>28793069
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Oh my god the whole fucking google doc is gone
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>>28793140
Ok stop. shup up the fuck up.
also
>repost
>It can be unexpected, how a friendship can start
>Who knew we could share so much from worlds far apart?
>In the midst of one stormy night, we found comfort together
>And continue to find it every day in all kinds of weather

>And we watch the moonrise on the hilltop you and I
>And we watch the moonrise with the starlight in our eyes
>And I don’t know how to say just how much you mean to me in every way
>But I know that I can always trust in you
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>>28793069
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>>28793181
>Anon and Bomby fuck
>In the heat of the moment, Anon tells Bombshell sweet nothings in Russian which is related to Taurish
>Bomby gets Taurian War flashbacks while under Anon
>"Aaaa! Fuck you, cows! Zhivj'em ne vozmj'ete! For Celestia!!"
>Starts buckin and generally trying to dislodge Anon and get away.
>Rodeo.avi
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>>28793243
>The day after, Bombshell confides that it was the best fuck
>Every fuck is accompanied by flashbacks
>Nothing bad happens
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>>28793251
>But each high is not as good as the last
>After the twentieth time, Anon and Bomby hire tauresses to roleplay as Minoan Special Forces surrounding their bedroom and preparing to attack.
>"Petrovna, sboku, sboku zahodee!"
>Is best fuck yet.
>Thankfully, Anon started recording the Minoans' and after 5 sessions they have enough material to just cycle it.
>All is good and Anon saved lots of moneys.
>(even if it was surprisingly cheap)

>Later, the tauresses approach them and offer to do it for free.
>The service was so cheap because the show was good
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>>28792534

What about the opposite? What if ponies are like turtles and live hundreds of years?

>Sudden, deadly silence when Anon says humans mostly live about 80 years
>Human Husbando will die well before you
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>>28793243
>>28793251
>>28793275
I need it, I need more of that. Please, it's glorious stuff
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>>28793295
RGRE GONE WRONG!
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>>28793314
Not possible.
Bce пpoeбaли
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>>28793353
Bce пoлимepы дo eдинoгo?
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>>28787833
>Anon, looks them dead in the eyes.
"Trial by sex, winner is the one who can still move, they get their ponut destroyed by me"
>"What about the looser"
"She goes second when mobile"
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>>28788079
"Ok sunbutt, you say i can ask for anything? go to the mirror pool, bring back 4 more celestia's, i will stick my arms elbow deep in 2 and knee deep in two more, and you will ride me while they walk us around canterlot for all to see"
>Its at moments like this that celestia looses all knowledge of what to feel, but at the same time is glad, as she lived for thousands of years, but still new things happen to her.
>No one told luna, and she thought it was a parade, she got up close to see it.
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Hey everyone, not sure if anyone would remember but I did a bit of an EQG RGRE one or two threads ago which everyone, and myself, agreed needed some work. Just writing this to say that I've lost the motivation to continue and I will go back to lurking. I actually did a bit of writing before in this thread but felt like I had become so rusty that namefagging again would be bad in some way, don't exactly know why but that just might be my anxiety talking.

Regardless, I do hope you all have a lovely day and that despite how often I lose these threads. Seeing some of the writefags I've enjoyed seeing still going brings a smile to my face. Sincerely Slownon.
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>>28793780
goodbye unnamed faggot. its sad to see another go (even if your writing needed some work). come back if you feel the itch to write rgre.
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>>28793780
>not using name when you should
>being literally this much of an @anxiety@-riddled retard
Oh wait, I do it too. shit.
Ok, welcome back to the nameless masses. Let's gang up on one of the writefags or smth
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>>28793911
Thanks, I was expecting some shitposting or something but that brought a small smile to my face. But we can gang up and read what the writefags are posting, since it's always interesting to see what people can write up.....except when it is edgelord bullshit.
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Hey, I got more Dazzle
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>>28794237
>"Hey, Caramel? Is there anymore of this yummy wine cooler?”
>"Someone turn this up! It's my JAM!"
>"I'm telling you, Roseluck is the THIRSTIEST! The other day she was hanging around outside the guys locker room and--"
>"Hand me some of those chips. Fuck muh diet!"
>You couldn't help but smile as you looked around your bedroom
>It was about eight o'clock on a Friday night
>School had been out since Thursday because of two consecutive act-eighty days in a row
>Your parents were off somewhere down in Florida for a business trip/vacation getaway
>Your big sister was out in Dodge City with her friends doing whatever community college students did
>She wouldn't be home until Monday, just like your parents
>This meant that you were alone
>You could do anything that you wanted
>You were free
>So, with a long weekend ahead of you, you had decided to do the best thing that came to mind
>Mother. Fucking. Sleepover. Extravaganza.
>Three days of hanging out with the boys, talking, giving yourselves makeovers, and drinking those AMAZING wine coolers that Thunderlane's mom got for you whenever you asked
>The pervy old lady
>There was you, Norman, Flash, Thunderlane, Big Mac, and your man of the hour, Anonymous
>Also known as the HARDEST man in the WORLD to get to come to a sleepover
>It had taken days of planning to get him here
>You and the fellas had hounded him in school at every opportunity, begging and pleading
>Thunderlane, at one point, had even tried to bribe him
>He must have told you no a hundred times, his resting bitch-face game strong as he stared each and every one of you down
>But you had been determined
>Anon needed to get out, have a little fun!
>He needed to be around men
>Talk and have fun with them
>It wasn't healthy to be cooped up with his girlfriends all day every day like he always was
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>>28794255
>So you had asked and asked and asked again until Anonymous had broken down and agreed to come
>And here he was, propped up on about two dozen pillows, a mineral paste covering his face and cucumbers over his eyes
>His toes and fingers were being seen to by Flash, who had a scraper and some lotion at the ready, as he talked Anon's ear off about something or another
>Sitting beside him, with an extra-long silly straw that he had gotten from SOMEWHERE, was a half-full pitcher of red wine cooler slushy that you had made yourself
>You didn't know WHY he wanted the pitcher, but when you tried to take it off of him--so you could give him a normal glass-- he nearly bit you
>...
>So... he got to keep the whole pitcher...
>Lack of manners aside, a certain pride fills you as you look the guy over
>You don't think that you've ever seen him that relaxed
>There wasn't an ounce of tension in his body
>His breathing was slow and steady
>You might have thought that he was asleep if not for the fact that you could clearly see him sucking on his silly straw
>A giggle escaped your throat as you took a sip of your own wine cooler, wiggling your toes into your carpet
>Yep...
>This was JUST what all of you needed
>Some good company, good drinks, and good tunes
>As Mac turned up the newest pop hit by C.H.R.Y.S.A.L.I.S, you made your way over to Anon and Flash
"So how's it going over here?" you asked
>Flash frowned
>"It's a skinmergency here, 'Mal," he said with a dramatic sigh, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. "Dry, cracked, and THICK skin EVERYWHERE!"
>He tapped the edge of his scraper--a thick, industrial thing that you had "borrowed" from your cousin-- against Anon's foot
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>>28794255
happening.
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>>28794270
>Anon grunted, his foot twitching
>Flash just tsked
>"I'm going to be here ALL night, 'Mal," he announced, before smiling. "But when that sun comes up Anon here's going to look like a whole new man!"
>Flash snapped his head to the side and struck a pose
>”Or I’m not the FABULOUS FLASH!”
>You and the other fellas--excluding Anon-- giggled
>You don't care what the other guys at school say about Flash, he is a CARD
>And you mean that in the best possible way
"What about you, Anon? Is the party as fun as we told you it would be?"
>Anon sighed as he took a particularly long sip of his drink
>"I have ascended to a higher plane of understanding," he simply said around his straw, wiggling his toes
>You grinned
>By the end of this you were going to have a brand new bf
>You could just FEEL it
"Alright, I'll let you two--"
>Before you could finish your sentence, something out of your window caught your eye
>One of the lights from the house next to yours flicked on
>Not a moment later, you watched as the window was opened
>...
>You frowned
"Oh shoot, I forgot that their bathroom window was on the same side as my bedroom," you muttered
>Flash perked up
>"What was that, Caramel?" he asked, still working on Anon's foot
>You took a step back from your window
>Usually, you'd have blinds on them that you could open and close whenever you felt like it, but because you were swapping the color of your bed sheets you had to take them off so that they didn't throw off the theme of the room
>You had ordered a new set of blinds but they hadn't come in yet
>That meant your window was completely exposed
>THEY could see everything that you and your friends were doing in here if they just looked out their window
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>>28794304
>Not that they WOULD
>But still...
>"Whatcha lookin' at, Caramel?" Mac asked, climbing to his feet and making his way over to you
>"Yeah, what the heck's gotten into you?" Thunderlane demanded, looking out of your window. "What, is someone out there?"
>You grimace
"No, it's just that I realized that these blinds are open..."
>Thunderlane frowned
>"And what? Do you think that Principal Celestia or her sister are going to peep on us?"
>You didn't see Anon get up, nor did you hear him walk over to you
>You also didn't see him take the cucumbers off of his eyes or the mineral paste off his face
>But there he was standing next to you, peering out of your bedroom window, cucumber-less and without a bit of paste on his cheeks
>"Principal Celestia?" he muttered, brow furrowing. "What about her?"
>"Anon! You get back down here and let me--" Flash began, only for Anon to silence him with a finger
>"What are you guys talking about the principal for?" he asked again, looking over to Thunderlane with an expression that you couldn’t quite place
>Thunderlane shrugged
>"What? Didn’t you know that Caramel here lives next to the principal and her sister?" he asked
>Anon's eyes widened
>He looked over to you, then out to the window
>You could see steam coming from the principal's bathroom window now
>She--or the vice-principal--must have been showering or something
>You stuck your tongue out at THAT mental image
>Nope!
>No old, gross cougars for you!
>About a minute passed in relative silence
>Though the radio continued to blast the latest pop song, not a single one of you said a word
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>>28794317
>Anon appeared to be frozen in place, staring out of your window toward the principal's house like he had just seen the gates of heaven
>You were beginning to get worried
>And, from the looks on the other fella's faces, so were they
"...Anon? Is everything alright there buddy?" you asked, placing a hand on his shoulder
>Anon jumped at the contact
>He looked down at your hand before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his cellphone
>He stared at it for a long moment, before looking back up at you with tears in his eyes
>Ohshit!
>You did something wrong!
>He was going to cry!
>If he started crying you wouldn't be able to handle it and YOU'D start crying
>And you knew Big Mac was a crier too, so he'd probably--
>"Caramel?" Anon said quietly, slowly, calmly. "You wouldn't happen to have a ladder lying around, would you?"
>...
>What?
>You blinked, a little thrown off by the out-of-left-field question
"Well, um, I think so?" You said. "My mom probably has a ladder or something down in the basement… Why?"
>A joyful, happy, ecstatic smile came to Anon's face
>Before you could do a thing, he pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your head and pressing your cheek against his chest
>W-Was...
>Was this manly whimsy that you were feeling?
>Was Anonymous being whimsical?
>For YOU?
>Your green classmate looked back out of the window as he began to run a hand through your hair
>"...We're going to do great things tonight, boys," he said breathlessly, leaning down to give the top of your head a kiss. "Great, great, GREAT things..."
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>>28794330
>Be Principal Celestia
>Otherwise known as Celestia when you were off the clock
>Which you were
>Thank the maker
"Ugh..."
>It had been a loooooooong day at school
>Long and boring and filled with nothing but meetings and powerpoints and quacks that the school board brought in to "help enrich your teaching portfolios"
>You swear to god if that one speaker hadn't been a man, you would have gotten up and punched him right in his smug, conceited mouth
>Stupid act-eighty days...
>The kids should have at least been there with you so that they could suffer a bit too…
>But no, THEY had the freakin’ day OFF!
>You sighed as you stomped your way into your bedroom
>Today had been a particularly bad day of powerpoints
>You, along with all of the teaching staff, had been forced to sit there until SEVEN THIRTY before you were allowed to leave
>You were hungry
>You were tired
>Your head hurt
>You felt dirty in every sense of the word
>And you wanted some MOTHERFUCKING PIZZA
>Your sister, who was in your kitchen at that very moment drinking heavily--as she did after the end of every act-eighty day--had already ordered the two of you enough pizzas to last through doomsday, so that was covered
>Sleep could wait, and you were already feeling a bit better back in your house away from the school
>Which meant that all you needed to do was take off your suit, shower, and put on some PJ's and you'd feel like half a women again
"LUNA! YOU BETTER HAVE GOTTEN PINEAPPLE LIKE I ASKED!" you yelled as you kicked off your high heels and all but tore off your coat
>"THEY WERE OUT OF IT!" Luna yelled back, which was immediately followed by the sound of a bottle slamming against the countertop
>Oh boy...
>It sounded like she had brought out the Jameson...
>This was going to be a fun night...
>You frowned as you began to unbutton the top your blouse
"YOU LIAR! THEY'RE NEVER OUT OF PINEAPPLE!" you yelled back
>"THEY NEVER RUN OUT BECAUSE PINEAPPLE IS SHIT ON PIZZA!"
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>>28794330
>>28794359
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>>28794359
>...
>Fucking Luna and her shit taste...
>Shaking your head, you all but tore off your blouse and tossed it away
>You then made your way toward your personal bathroom, pulling off your skirt in the process
>You were going to use all of the hot water
>THAT'D show her
>Yeah...
>AND you'd pour the rest of her Jameson down the sink and replace it with root beer
>Scratching your ass, you flicked on your bedroom light and stepped inside
>Closing the door behind you, you walked over to your small but useable shower and turned the lever
>Instantly, water began pouring from the showerhead
>You quickly took a step back, standing back up to your full height and stretching
"Hmm..."
>Oh boy, did momma need a nice, long shower after the day she had today...
>Bouncing on your heels, you quickly undid your bra and tossed it to the floor
>Your panties were next, leaving you in nothing but your socks
>Your sweet Magnum P.I socks
>You looked down at them, smirking as you nodded your head
>Yeah...
>Best twenty dollars you ever spent...
>You were just about to reach down and pull them off when you stopped and looked up at your mirror
>In it, you could see your naked body in all of its... glory?
>Frowning gently, you looked yourself over with a critical eye
>...
>All-in-all, you'd like to think that you aged pretty well
>Your stomach was still as flat as it was when you were in college
>Your breasts were still as perky and blemish free as they had always been
>...Sure, they were still a bit too big, and no matter what way you moved you could see your ass sticking out, and you were a giant of a woman, but you still looked pretty good
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>>28794370
>...
>Yep...
>Still as giant and assy with huge boobs like you've always been...
>Smiling ruefully, you flexed in the mirror
"I don't know what Luna's talking about," you muttered, striking a pose. "I could get any guy that I wanted..."
>You bounced on your heels, sending your tits flying in all directions
"They should be running over each other to get a load of THIS!"
>You flexed again, gritting your teeth and shaking slightly
>I'mbiggerthanyouandyoushouldknowit.jpg
>You were able to hold the position for a few seconds before explosively exhaling and sinking into yourself a bit
>...
>Yep
>You were man material all right...
>Half-heartedly using your hands to do the Million Dollars Hyper Combo to yourself, you stepped into your shower, making sure to close the curtain behind you
>The moment that the hot water ran over your tired, achy body you groaned
"Oh sweet stars above did I need this," you murmured, leaning forward to soak your face and hair. "This was just what the docto--"
>"Will you guys quit fucking around?! You're going to make me fucking fall goddammit!"
>Your head nearly hit the ceiling as a voice came from RIGHT outside of your window
>WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!
>WHO WAS THERE?!
>WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST TAKE A SHOWER IN FUCKING PIECE?!
>Without a second thought, you looked through the window
>It was dark out
>Off in the distance, you could see the eerie yellowish glow of the streetlights
>For a few seconds, you couldn't see a thing
>But then there was movement
>A lot of it
>"Anon! We shouldn't be doing this, we're going to get in TROUBLE!"
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>>28794370
So is the standard of rougishness in this world revolve around the women being small, cute and perky? It sounds like Celestia was made fun of for being an amazon which admitedly doesn't make that much sense since women are supposed to be dominant wouldn't that mean big and tough girl equal more domianant role?
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>>28794384
>logic
were on a board about technicolor ponies that talk that we want to fug, logic does not belong here.
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>"No we're not, you big baby."
>"But what if they SEE us?!"
>They're not going to see YOU, dummy. You're holding the ladder."
>"You know what I MEAN!"
>"Trust me, I'll be fine. I'll take a few pictures, come back down, and we can all go back and relax and I can get even more plastered off these girly drinks."
>"But why do you even want pictures of HER? She's just some gross old lady!"
>"HEY! You shut the fuck up! She's a majestic swan with a rocking pair of tits and an ass you could get lost in!"
>"Aren't you dating?"
>"What? Can't I jack off by myself every once in awhile?"
>”Well, what about your shirt? What the heck happened to that?!”
>”...What about “even more plastered” didn’t you understand?”
>You could see one of your students not five feet from your window
>It was... Anonymous?
>Narrowing your eyes, you saw that it, in fact, was him
>The young man was perched precariously on top of a ladder
>He was wearing a pair of slim-fit blue pajama bottoms with no shirt
>In one of his hands was a pitcher of some red beverage with a long silly straw coming out of it
>...
>Wat?
"Wat?”
>You must have been louder than you thought, because not a second after you spoke, Anon perked up
>Eyes wide, his head snapped toward the window, looking right at you
>"...Oh fuck me," you heard him mutter.
>He then smiled the biggest, fakest smile that you had seen all day
>And that was saying something
>"Hiya, Ms. Celestia, fancy seeing you here. Nice night out tonight, huh? Please don't call the co--HEY!"
>You gasped as the ladder that he was standing on top of began to sway dangerously
>Ohshithe'sgoingtofall!
"Anonymous!"
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>>28794400
>"Fucking SHIT!"
>There was a series of yells from the ground before the ladder gave way
>Anon, with a yelp, was forced to leap toward the window
>For a horrible, stomach-turning second, he disappeared from your field of vision
>You nearly broke your neck leaning up and over your window
>Not able to see anything, you pushed up your window’s screen and poked your head outside
"Anonymous? Anonymous! Are you alright?!"
>Looking down, you saw a hand
>Leaning over a bit more, you saw Anon, his eyes wide, hanging from the edge of your window frame
>In your panic, you noticed that he was still holding his pitcher in a hand
>"Big Mac! Caramel! Thunderlane! You motherfuckers! You putzy pieces of shit! HOW COULDN’T YOU HOLD A LADDER FOR FIVE SECONDS?!"
>He looked down at the ground before letting out a groan
>"Goddammit! I'm going to die from my need to take pictures of naked women! The fucking gypsy was right!"
>You poked your head back into the shower, heart racing
>He was going to fall!
>Hurt himself!
>You had to do something!
>Mind racing, you reached out a hand
"Anonymous! Drop the pitcher and grab my hand! I'll pull you in!"
>Though you didn't see it, Anonymous looked back up at the window
>"...Oh, Ms. Celestia. You're still there!" he said with a high-pitched squeak. "That's nice. Sorry about all of this. Once again, please don't call the cops."
"I'm not going to call anyone! Now drop that pitcher and grab my hand right this second, mister!"
>"...But muh slushie wine cooler."
"DROP. IT."
>Anon did not, in fact, drop it
>Somehow, the young man managed to place the pitcher's handle in between his teeth before grabbing your hand
>Using your foot to turn off your shower you, dripping wet and as naked as a jaybird, helped him through the window into your bathroom
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>>28794400
*sigh* I wish I could into EQG. all this no doubt fine lap green I am missing out on :(
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>>28794414
>It took some work, and it didn't help any that your body was shaking from the adrenaline, but even so you had him halfway through that little window in record time
>You hadn't the foggiest idea what the HELL he had been doing
>At this point you didn't even care
>You just wanted to get him in here where it was safe
>THEN you could start asking questions
>And possibly call the police
>...Though, now that you thought about it, it may not be a very good idea to call the cops when you're about to have a half-naked high school boy in your house...
>No
>Don't think about that now
>You have a teenager to save
"Come on, Anonymous," you said as you yanked on his arm. "You're almost--"
>Since he was a BIT heavier than he looked, you miscalculated your last tug and accidently sent him face-first into your shower
>You were about to yell, about to bend down and see if he was alright, but before you could so much as open your mouth he was on his feet
>He was soaking wet and dazed and he looked a little drunk, but he was on his feet
>"I'm alright, I'm alright," he quickly said, looking around the bathroom. "My face took most of the fall, and I’m drunk so I can’t really feel pain all that much."
>He looked down at his pitcher, which had somehow managed to find its way into his hand
>”Hey, will you look at that, I didn't spill any of my wine cooler! This is a nice bathroom you got here, Ms. Celestia. Are those tiled floors?"
>He took a quick step away from you, looking down
>"...Yep, those are tiled floors," he said, nodding his head. "Very nice. You know, I got the same--"
>Seeing what he was trying to do, you frowned
"Anonymous. Just WHAT do you think you were doing on that ladder?" you demanded. "In fact, what were you doing on my property?!"
>Anonymous, frowning, looked down at his feet before looking back up at you
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>"I was next-door at a sleepover. We all saw you turn on the light, and one of the guys at the sleepover said that this was your house, so I decided to come over to see if I could take a few naked pictures of you or possibly of your sister. And maybe borrow a pair of your panties to do dirty things to"
>Your frown deepened
"Do you honestly expect me to believe such a pitiful ex--"
>When his words finally registered, your mouth snapped shut
"I, um... what did you say?" you asked, unsure if you had heard right
>That was when Anonymous looked over at you, suddenly making you very aware that you were naked and were doing nothing to cover yourself
>"Yep, I came over here to take naked pictures of you to jerk off with," he said bluntly, his voice slightly slurred, as his eyes roamed over your body
>You opened your mouth
>You then closed your mouth
>You...
>You honestly didn't know what to say to that…
>What COULD you even say to that?
>...
>Were you angry?
>Flattered?
>Worried?
>As you stood there, mouth agape, Anonymous's eyes traveled up and down your body shamelessly
>You could see the hunger in his eyes, and his satisfaction at what he was seeing
>...
>Yep
>There are a bit of flattery there in the midst of it all
"I, um... why?" you lamely asked
>Anonymous looked up from your groin and into your eyes
>"Because you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen," he said with that same bluntness, that same honesty
>You could feel a part of your brain short circuit
>But still, you could feel your chest puffing out just a bit
"Well... You're still in a LOT of trouble... But thank you," you said with the smallest of smiles, covering your groin with a hand
>The look on Anonymous's face as you did that almost made you want to lift it away
>Almost
>But he was still a teenager and you were a thirty-five year old woman
>And momma wasn’t going to jail today
>Still, the young man smiled
>"Hey, you're very welcome," he said
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>>28794446
>He then looked past you
>"Hey, what the heck is that?" he asked, lifting a hand up to point
>You almost groaned
>What now?!
>You looked back, expecting to see someone ELSE poking his head through the window
>You didn't see anything
>But you did hear something that sounded like someone taking a picture
>Whipping around, you saw that Anonymous was standing near your bathroom door
>He was sipping on his manly drink
>On top of his head were you panties
>In his free hand was a phone
>A phone pointed right at you
>"Well, it's great seeing you, ma'am," he said, quickly backing up opening the door as your eyes widened. "Hope you have a good weekend. Sorry about interrupting your shower like that. Don't call the cops. Please."
>Quickly snapping another picture, he quickly darted out of the bathroom and into the hall
>"AlrightIgottagoseeyabye!" he yelled, his feet pounding against your wooden floor as he ran as fast as he could
>He managed to take two steps before you heard a loud bang
>”FUCK! Fucking stubbed my toe. Goddamn wall…”
"Anonymous!" you shouted. "Anonymous! You get back here right now, young man!"
>Of course, like you were expecting, no answer came
>...Huh
>A small smile came to your lips as you sighed
>You then looked down at yourself, then at your reflection
>Be Luna
>A very tipsy Luna
>A very angry, tipsy Luna that was rushing upstairs to see what all of the shouting was about
>Half of the neighborhood was going to be knocking on your door if you didn’t stop whatever it was Celestia was doing
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>>28794460
>Honestly…
>After the day that you had
>What was she even--
>”Oh, hello, Vice-Principal Luna. You’re looking wonderful today. Nice weather, huh? Don’t call the cops please.”
>One of your students, as quick as a flash, bolted down your stairs
>Your head whipped around--an act that nearly sent you falling down the stairs--just in time to see him race toward the door, throw it open, and dart out into the night
>...
>What the fuck?
“...Celestia?” you called, racing up the stairs and into her room. “Celestia!”
>Seeing that her bathroom door was wide open, you raced toward it
“Celestia, I heard screaming and I just saw one of our STUDENTS run out the door! What the hell!”
>You trailed off as you poked your head into the bathroom
>There was your sister, buck-naked, smiling that smile
>That smug, shitty grin that gave you a headache
>...
>Goddammit
>You frowned as your sister’s grin grew
>”Hey Luna~” she sing-songed. “Remember when a certain SOMEONE said that I would never get a man eating all the cake that I do? Remember when you got blown the fuck out that one time?”
>Your sister rocked on her heels, sending her breasts bouncing
>”Well, have I got a story for YOU.”
>...
>This was bullshit…
>The MOST bullshit...
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>>28794473
Alright, I'm done. I might have more of that other Celestia think ready tomorrow. I don't know yet
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>>28792249
Recently a man has been found in Indra I think is 145 years old, he is still alive, every moment he lives he stets the record for oldest living human
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>>28787874
>three Celestias
>three
>Celestias

Why have I never thought about this before
Its like a whole new world has opened up
Imagine the possibilities
Imagine the cuddles
Imagine the intense hoof holding sessions

Imagine
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>>28793243
>taurish
Why that name for the Minotaurs land?
Wouldn't Mooscow work better?
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>>28794481
Oh fuck my dick could break diamonds at this point. Thanks for the green, LaP.
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>>28794255
Anon getting dragged away from his dedicated siren pussy. No wonder he is annoyed.
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>>28794489
Riiiight.
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>>28794270
>C.H.R.Y.S.A.L.I.S
So we getting a scene of another Anon getting it on with rocker queen of the changelings when?
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>>28793640
>bring back 4 more celestia's, i will stick my arms elbow deep in 2 and knee deep in two more, and you will ride me while they walk us around canterlot for all to see"
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>>28794359
I want to fuck this Luna, I want to fuck her so sober she gets cock drunk.
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>>28794481
this>>28794573
but there is no smut so I cant finish. What the hell do you expect me to do with my dick?!
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>>28794377
TAKE A SHOWER IN --PEACE--
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>>28794937
Well, looks like I'm a shit editor. Time to pack my bags.
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>>28794506
I fucked up.
The language is Minoan, of course. Spoken in Minos.
It's a from the Taurish family of languages
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>>28794615
it's true although he is Indonesian not Indian
http://www.snopes.com/2016/08/30/145-year-old-man/
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>>28794481
I kinda want to see what you do for the Shadowbolts with Anon
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>>28794481

But i like this one....
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>"Hey Anon! How are ya, buddy? Good? I'm good too!"
>"Can I... Stay at your place for a couple of days?"
>"What? No, the girls are treating me just fine! These bruises? I, uh, crash landed! I just need a change of scenery for a few days, and I was hoping-"
>"Anon..."
>"Anon, they took Rumble..."
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>>28795580
>"Anon, they took Rumble..."
Thunderlane.

Bring me The Barrel.
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>>28794473
>Two weeks later, Anon asks if they want to have another slumber party.
>He plans to get Luna's panties this time, he needs to complete the set.
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Hey there, everyone. Halloween's probably my favourite holiday, so I've thrown something together to share with RGRE. I'm aware it's two days after halloween, but I got banned for a day or two for calling somebody something impolite. Maybe I'm out of practice (or maybe I've never actually been IN practice to begin with), but this thing gave me a shit-tonne of trouble to write. Sorry if it's a bit shit at times. I'll be cleaning it up as I go, so there'll be a couple minutes between each post. Enjoy!

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>It's the night of Horse-October the 31st, and your six best friends have called you to meet them at the library.
>Twilight Sparkle; Pinkie Pie; Rarity; Applejack; Rainbow Dash; and Fluttershy.
>All of them looking up at you expectantly.
>All of them dressed up up as spiders.
>You suspect chicanery is afoot.
>Apart from showing you to a nearby couch and offering you tea, these ponies have said absolutely nothing to you.
>You wriggle in your seat and uncomfortably push your cup-and-saucer away from you.
>You give them a solid thirty seconds of silence to see if any of them want to explain why they called you here today, but they all seem content to bask in your presence and generally be a bit weird.
"So."
>A couple of ears swivel in your direction, but nobody says anything.
"What's the dealio here?"
>Pinkie Pie's ears twitch and she stands up, breaking away from the group and walking over to you.
>You guess you were right about them waiting for you to do something first.
>...why were they waiting for you?
>You wait patiently as Pinkie Pie joyfully bounces and jumps her way over to you.
>Despite her enthusiasm, her costume says in place and in one piece.
>The costume consists of a dark gray rubber sleeve, decorated with black stripes wrapping around her back and tummy.
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>Where you would have expected to see a big, round spider-ass, Pinkie has a little bowl thing covering her bum with a hole at the end for her tail to go through.
>Even though the costume is clearly designed for a four-legged creature to wear it, it's got eight bouncy spider legs on it; four on each side.
>It reminds you more of a costume made for a dog than a costume made for a human, where arms and legs would sometimes count towards the total number of appendages.
>And much like a dog's costume, her entire underside is uncovered apart from a few rubber cords that tie the costume together and keep it from falling off of her body.
>It's one of the cutest things you've ever seen these ponies dress up as.
>Pinkie Pie leaps up into your lap and settles down with one final hop, skip, and jump.
>Laying on her back with her hooves curled up against her chest, Pinkie offers you a bright smile before talking.
>"It's Nightmare Night, silly!"
>Horse-Halloween?
>This explains literally nothing to you.
>You reach down to poke Pinkie Pie on the nose and watch as her eyes cross trying to follow your finger.
>The word "boop!" barely leaves your mouth before Pinkie grabs your hand in between her forehooves and hugs it to her chest.
>Without missing a beat, you start scratching her chest, digging your fingers deep into her tuft.
"I don't actually know what Nightmare Night is, Pinkie."
>Pinkie starts gently kicking your arm with her rear legs and is too busy being adorable to answer you.
>"Uh... Well, Anon...."
>Twilight Sparkle steps forward from the group, and is one of the only ponies who isn't giving Pinkie a weird look right now.
>Much like Pinkie Pie (and all the other ponies gathered here), Twilight is dressed up as a spider.
>The design is slightly different, either for variations sake or because Twilight's costume is of a different species of spider, but it's unmistakably an 8-legged nightmare.
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>Firing an AN-04 is horrifying, menacing, and very loud
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>"L-Like Pinkie Pie was TRYING to say," she stutters, her face turning an interesting shade of red, "It's... It's, uh..."
>She tries to look at you, but her eyes keep flicking over to Pinkie Pie.
>The pink pony in question has now just started to rub her face in your open palm.
>Twilight tries to mumble her way through an explanation, but she seems distracted by what the little pink weirdo is doing on your lap.
>You hear a sigh before a blue hoof shoves Twilight aside, making way for the hoof's owner to take her place.
>"What Twilight is TRYING to say," says Rainbow Dash, sounding like her already-shallow well of patience has dried up, "is that we're all dressed up to nab some candy and spook some ponies!"
>Rainbow Dash takes to the air and does a spin that shows off her costume very well.
>"But mostly to spook some ponies." she grins, coming to a stop in front of you.
>Unlike Pinkie's costume, Rainbow's costume covers her entire belly and seems to use a zipper to hold the costume in place.
>It honestly looks like she repurposed an old bodysuit and stuck some spider legs onto it.
>You don't know if she went for the bodysuit option because she thinks she'll be seen mostly from the ground, or if her first costume idea was to dress up as a Wonderbolt.
>Probably both.
>Rainbow Dash hovers in front of you and puffs up her chest in pride.
>With a "zipp" and a "snk", the zipper undoes itself a bit and exposes her upper-chest.
>Rainbow Dash follows your gaze and a smug smirk worms its way onto her face.
>She wriggles a bit more deliberately and works the zipper lower and lower down her chest.
>Untold fields of fluffy, downy chest-fur expose themselves to you.
>You barely resist the urge to reach up and run your fingers through her fluff.
>Pegasi fur is notorious for being soft and warm, and an opportunity like this is legitimately tempting.
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>Rainbow must have seen the temptation in your eyes, because she throws you a wink and lowers herself so that you're at eye-level with her chest.
>"You know, Anon," she says in a flirtatious tone (ruined ever-so-slightly by her scratchy voice), "It was MY idea to prank the whole town into thinking it was overrun by giant spiders."
>She wriggles her eyebrows and crosses her forehooves underneath her chest tuft.
>This only serves to poof up her chest even further.
>You've never seen something more comfy.
>You want it.
>YOU WANT IT SO BAD
>"It was all me, Anon. Pretty cool, rig-woah!"
>Rainbow's tuft is sadly torn away from you by Pinkie Pie.
>Pinkie Pie, still laying on your lap, nabs Rainbow's tail with her forehooves and chomps down on it, munching away like it was her favourite candy.
>Rainbow Dash flaps her wings wildly, trying to escape Pinkie's iron grip on her tail, but she doesn't make any progress.
>"Pinkie Pie!" she shrieks, "Let go!"
>Pinkie, on the other hand, seems to be enjoying herself immensely, giggling and swatting at Rainbow's hind legs when they get near.
>You take pity on the cyan mare and start tickling Pinkie's tummy, hoping that it will loosen her grip on Rainbow's tail.
>She tries to stay strong, but no pony is a match for your dancing fingers.
>After a couple of seconds (seconds that felt like minutes to Pinkie) of wriggling and stifling giggles, Pinkie Pie opens her mouth wide and shrieks with laughter.
>Rainbow Dash yanks her tail away and flies out of Pinkie's biting range.
>After inspecting herself for any damages (other than her pride), Rainbow Dash glides away with her tail between her legs and ears flopping.
>You aren't sure, but you think you hear her muttering something about "blue beans".
>Meanwhile, Pinkie Pie squirms and kicks under your assault.
>"Nonny, no!" she cries, swatting at you, "Not in public!"
>Wait, what?
>You immediately stop tickling Pinkie and pull your hand back.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
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>Pinkie's chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, still victim to little giggle-fits as the aftershocks of your merciless assault hit her.
"No, really," you say, looking around the room, "Was that a sex thing?"
>Are you going to be put in the time-out corner again?
"Is this another one of those horse things, where something seems innocent to me but it's actually really lewd to ponies?"
>You try and get some assistance from the other girls, but they're all looking away uncomfortably.
>Dammit, it IS, isn't it?
>Pinkie rolls off of your lap and starts walking back to her group, swating your leg with her tail on her way out.
>"Nope!" she chirps, "I just said that 'cuz I wanted you to stop tickling me."
>"Yeah, 'nawn", drawls Applejack, "You was bein' awfully familiar with Pinkie Pie, is all."
>Before you can say anything, Pinkie gives you the most intense bedroom eyes you've ever seen.
>She even licks her lips to boot.
>"Come by the Sugarcube Corner later, Nonny, and you can tickle me somewhere else."
>With a parting wink to remember her by, Pinkie turns tail and leaves the room.
>You have the weirdest boner of your life.
>Nearly a year of being the only human around has lowered your standards to "is intelligent enough to understand spoken word".
>You say your goodbyes to everyone else and then "relieve" yourself before you go out.

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>The streets of Ponyville are alive tonight.
>Ponies in costume, from excited fillies and colts to adults on their way to Nightmare Night parties, fill the street.
>You can't deny that there is a certain energy in the air tonight.
>Excitement and delight mixed in with nervousness and that delightful thrill you get when you purposefully play video games that you know will scare you.
>It's like a feel of anticipation for something that is perpetually right about to happen.
>It makes you feel almost giddy
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>>28795964
>A nearby house opens its door to accept a group of adult ponies in costume, momentarily flooding the streets with loud music and unintelligible shouting.
>Nightmare Night is alive here in Ponyville.
>That's not your focus for tonight, though.
>It's like a switch has been turned on in your head, and your brain is only just now acknowledging all that horsepussy that the mares of Ponyville proudly flaunt.
>You've been nursing a half-chub since you started exploring the holiday-decorated town.
>You keep it reigned in, though.
>There are foals about, and you don't want to be arrested for horse-pedophilia.
>Just as you walk by a spookified Sugarcube Corner, a voice catches your attention.
>"Hey, mister!"
>Hmmm?
>You follow the voice and find yourself staring down the barrel of a warm smile offered to you by a little colt.
>Unlike the girl's scary costumes, this little pony is wearing something much more benign.
>He's wearing a green bodysuit (with holes for his tail, face, and hooves) and a ring of yellow fins circles his face.
>Judging by the stitching, the costume is homemade.
>He's very clearly dressed as a flower.
>"What's your costume, mister?"
"My costume?"
>You make a show of spinning in a circle and looking under your arms in a big exaggerated investigation, making the colt giggle at your display.
"I'm not wearing a costume, silly!"
>You kneel down so that you're as close to eye-level to the baby pony as possible.
"What's your costume, little guy? Are you..."
>You put your hand to your chin and adopt and expression of extreme concentration.
"Hmmm.... A scary monster?"
>The colt titters and shakes his head.
>"No!"
"Are you... a clown?"
>The colt shakes his head again.
>"I'm not a clown!"
"Are you..."
>A new, adult voice makes itself known.
>"THERE you are!"
>A mare runs over, looking worried.
>"Oh, thank goodness I found you! I thought I told you not to run off!"
>The mare is panting and sweating and looks like she's about to collapse.
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4chan doesn't like me posting images today, so we're gonna have to do without.
>>28796008
>She looks at you suspiciously for a moment before her eyes light up in recognition.
>This usually doesn't take long, what with you being the only human in town.
>Also, the entire world.
>The mare trots in a happy circle around her foal, clearly relieved to have him back.
>You do your best to keep your eyes off her flank; for her kid's sake.
>"Thank Celestia it was you who found him, Anonymous. The hubby would have had my ass raw if I lost him."
>The mare hugs the colt to her chest, rubbing the boy's head in her tuft.
>"We'll get you smelling like mama again in no time flat, kiddo."
>The colt laughs and pushes away with his hooves, and the two ponies playfully wrestle.
>Before they leave, the mare walks up to you and nods gratefully.
>"Thank you for keeping my little colt occupied while I was looking for him. You, uh..."
>She looks around nervously and presses something into your hand.
>"You won't tell the mister I lost our foal, right?"
>Aww.
>Tiny horses acting worried about tiny horse problems never fails to be adorable to you.
"My lips are sealed."
>Walking across some poor sod's lawn, the mother and child go about their night going door-to-door for candy.
>What on Earth did that mare bribe you with?
>You look down at your hand and take a gander at your hush-hush present.
>It's....
>...a caramel apple?
>You fucking LOVE caramel!
>You promptly go to town on the sweet treat.

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>"Hey, Anon! C'mere a sec!"
>You haven't taken two bites out of your caramel apple before Rainbow Dash calls out to you.
>You look around and quickly spot her hiding behind an abandoned apple-bobbing pool.
>You walk over to her and kneel down.
>What's this little cutie doing, hiding behind there?
"What is it, Rainbow Dash?" you ask around a mouthful of sugar and apple.
>"Shh!"
>She points behind you, thrusting her hoof forward and knocking the caramel apple from your hand.
>Mother-FUCKER!
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>>28796039
"Hey!"
>You can only watch, helpless, as your candy-night treat flies out of your grasp and onto the dirty ground.
>"Look!" she hisses.
>You give her a quick glare before turning to see what she's pointing at with her caramel-stained hoof.
>Five familiar tails disappear around various corners, obstacles, and other unsuspecting ponies.
>Rainbow watches her friends run off, staying silent until the very last butt-mane is out of sight.
>When Pinkie Pie's fluffy tail finally disappears behind Sugarcube Corner, Rainbow lowers her hoof and sighs in relief.
>"I thought they'd never leave," she mumbles, leaning against the apple-bobbing tub.
"You had better have a replacement caramel apple, Rainbow," you mutter, sadly eyeing the soiled fruit.
>"Relax, sweetheart," says Rainbow dismissively, licking the smudge of caramel from her hoof like a cat, "I'll get you something nice later, okay?"
"Fuck you too, Rainbow Dash," you mutter, just loud enough for you to hear.
>Rainbow sees your expression and rolls her eyes and jabbing you on the shoulder.
>"Don't be like that, Anon. You know I'm good for it."
>Fuck's sake.
"Look, just.... what did you want?"
>"Hmm?" Rainbow looks up from her paw, tongue hanging out mid-lick.
>"Oh, right! C'mon, Anon, follow me!"
>Rainbow takes to the air, briefly startling you with how disturbing the imagry of a spider with wings is.
"What?" you ask incredulously, "No. Why would I do that?"
>"Why not? I mean, I'm a nice mare."
>She really isn't, though.
"Rainbow, you can show me some other time, alright?
>"I want you to rub my tuft, alright?!" she shouts, arms raised in exasperation.
>Oh.
>"And maybe... maybe I can rub something of yours, too~"
>Oh!
>Okay.
>Yeah, sure, you're sold.
>Caramel apple?
>WHAT caramel apple?
>Nothing in your little book of morals says anything against being a man-whore to animals.
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>>28796039
>knocking the caramel apple from your hand.
You dun goofed, top cunt
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>>28796080
>You are Rainbow Dash
>You knew Anon was a total airhead; you had your suspicions about him from the get-go.
>The socks
>The complete absence of testicle bras
>The way he never passes up an opportunity to rub a mare's belly
>All you had to do was say you'd show him the T(uft), and now he's following you around like a little lost colt.
>And you know rhymes with "T", filly?
>That's right.
>"V"
>Also, "D".
>And tonight's the night when all three come together, knowhatimsayin'?
>Anon can't see your face because you're flying in front of him, but you're waggling your eyebrows something FIERCE right now.
>You were honestly pretty dang happy when Anon didn't want to follow you at first; you like it when they play hard to get.
>It made him seem like less of a slut, too.
>Anon is great and all, but he's just not the sort of colt you can bring back and introduce to your father.
>But for a little bit of fun? Don't even worry about that.
>If he can last longer than 30 seconds, you're going to go straight to Twilight and see if she can figure out a way for Anon to walk on clouds.

>You are Anon
>Rainbow Dash has been leading you away from down and towards a small wooded area.
>It isn't the Everfree; just a benign gathering of trees.
>A normal woods.
>You make it to a small grove, where Rainbow Dash stops flying and turns around to face you.
>With a wink, Rainbow spins around and lifts her tail.
>You barely register a glowing crystal right where her asshole should be before you're covered in something white and sticky.
>Some very obvious thoughts and fears rocket through your mind before reality catches up with you and you realize that you can no longer move.
>FUCK
>With your arms and legs wrapped up and unable to balance yourself, you fall backwards and hit the ground with a pained grunt.
>Luckily for you, there are already a bunch of bullshit webs everywhere, so your landing is cushioned considerably.
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>>28796108
>Did Rainbow prepare this little home-away-from-home just for you?
>How.... lovely.
"Why would you DO this?!"
>Of course this is what Rainbow wanted.
>How could she pass up an opportunity to prank somebody on Horse-Halloween?
>....she was never actually going to let you play with her tuft, was she.
>God dammit, you can be so stupid sometimes.
>Some days you see past these ponies bullshit
>Other days (like today) you act like a backwater country colt: distracted by shiny things and just really easy to fool.
>How did Twilight think that giving Rainbow Dash the powers of Spiderman was a good idea?
>You guess you could see Rarity doing something creative with this.
>Maybe she parked herself in an alleyway somewhere and turned it into a spooky spider's nest.
>Applejack could do... SOMETHING, you're sure.
>You know what? You bet that even Pinkie Pie cou-
>....
>Pinkie Pie.
>Oh, god, Pinkie Pie.
"Rainbow Dash!"
>Rainbow giggles and starts rolling you over, and you feel something start tugging at the web near your groin.
>You can't move your head very well, and all you can see of Rainbow Dash is the top of her head.
>"Settle down, kitten, I know you're excited. We'll get to that real soo-"
"No, shut up! Stop for a second!"
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>>28796139
>Rainbow Dash groans in frustration and tumbles off beside you, rolling onto her back.
>"Aww, not NOW! Dammit, Anonymous, if you're about to pull some horseapples about 'not being ready', I'm going to beat you like a husband. I swear to Celestia, Anon."
>Rainbow Dash smothers her face with her hooves and groans miserably.
>Meanwhile, you continue to try and wriggle free.
"No, just... just stop thinking with your lady-dick for two seconds!"
>She sits up and peers at you in confusion.
>"My what?"
>When Rainbow Dash gets up and trots over to your head, her entire body comes into view.
>She's unzipped her costume almost all the way down to her crotch, and her entire tuft is on display.
>It looked like she gutted a pillow and taped it to her chest.
>It was beautiful.
>A big part of you sincerely regrets stopping her.
>Another big part, however, remembers the last time Pinkie got her hooves on magical powers of some description.
>It took two weeks for your testicles to shrink down to normal size.
"The other mares - can they do this web thing that you can do, Rainbow?"
>Rainbow sighs explosively as she zips her costume back up.
>"Yeah," she snaps, "So what?"
"Even Pinkie Pie?"
>Dash freezes mid-zip and her annoyed expression is slowly morphs into something closer to dawning horror.
>"Oh. That's not good."
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>>28796162
>You wriggle around a bit to get her attention back to you.
"C'mon; let me up so that we ca-"
>She's on you faster than you can speak.
>Rainbow Dash tugs on your bindings...
>And then tugs again.
>Looking confused, she grabs the webbing somewhere else and gives it another pull.
>And then another one.
>She's looking more and more frustrated with each attempt to free you.
>And the way that she's anxiously looking back in the direction of town more and more frequently is giving you a really bad feeling.
>"Dangit... Look, Anon..."
>Tug
>"I'll... I don't know, I'll buy you dinner sometime, or... or..."
>Tug
"Rainbow..."
>"Or... or more of those, uh.. those chocolate apples you like..."
>Tug-tug
>"Chocolate is a colt's best friend, right?"
>Tug
"Rainbow, don't you dare."
>Rainbow drops her hooves and looks at you pleadingly, looking both distressed and desperate.
>"C'mon, mare! Don't be like this! I have to go and find Twilight before Pinkie DOES something!"
>She grabs the webbing again and digs her rear hooves into the dirt, gearing up for a big tug.
>"Why are these things so tight?!"
"Rainbow, I swear to God," you growl, "Don't you DARE leave me here!"
>Rainbow crawls on top of you, somehow remaining unstuck.
>Despite her usual dickishness, she actually looks remorseful for leaving you.
>"I'm sorry, Anon! Okay? For real this time, I'm sorry."
>...she wasn't sorry the other times?
>Fucking Rainbow Da-
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>>28796224
>Rainbow plants a kiss on your forehead and leaps off of you.
>"I'll be back soon!"
"Rainbow!"
>As she fades away, you can just barely hear her voice trailing off in the wind.
>"Teeenn seccooonds fllllaaaaahhh....~"
"You shit, get back here!"
>Fucking ponies.
>These FUCKING ponies!
>You wiggle and waggle with all your might, pulling and pushing with your arms and kicking with your legs.
>Typical.
>Fucking typical Rainbow Dash.
>And you know what the worst part is?
>You agreed to follow her.
>You have nobody to blame but yourself.
>You-
>You're broken out of your huffy mood by the sounds of rustling leaves.

>"Dear Princess Celestia~"
>No.
>Please, God, no.
>A fluffy pink mane slowly slides into view through leaves and branches.
>"I never thought it would happen to me~"
>Pinkie Pie, grinning sinisterly, slowly lowers herself out of the canopy on a single strand of web.
>Upon letting go of it, her fall is effortlessly broken by all the webbing on the ground.
>You realize too late that Rainbow Dash hadn't had the chance to lay down webbing on the ground for you.
>Much like an actual spider, Pinkie Pie had been sitting patiently.
>Waiting.
>She scuttles over to you, wriggling around back and forth to make it look like costume's legs were walking.
>Nearing you, she drops the predatory expression for just a moment and gives you a sympathetic smile.
>"She sure played a nasty trick on you, huh Nonners?"
>Pinkie licks her lips and lets her eyes travel all around your face.
>Her expression changes to something decidedly more... intimate.
>"Don't worry, I've got a nice treat for you~"
>With a quick peck on the lips, Pinkie walks around, grabs the scruff of your shirt in her teeth, and then drags you away.
>You can hear her giggling to herself all the way up to her bedroom in Sugarcube Corner.
The End.
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>>28796245
Well, that was fun. I hope it was enjoyable for some of you. It's a bit choppy in some places, and this story kicked my ass a little bit, but I'm happy with it. I've thrown it into my pastebin if any of y'all want that. If I catch any fuckups, it'll be fixed in the bin.

http://pastebin.com/hbfNrDcB
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>>28796245
and that's when anon had pinkie pie arrested for rape. How's that for a prank, bitch?
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>>28796299
yeah this one I don't really see people objecting to.
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>>28796299
>>28796316

Pinkie stopped fooling around when they got to the SCC and asked for his permission. She knows when she's taken a joke too far.
>"Nonny, could you give me a hoof with something?"
>You look up from your book and find Pinkie dressed up as a spider.
>The very same spider way back when...
>Three pink foals run out from between Pinkie's legs, all in varying degrees of costume.
>Though there are many missing parts to their costumes, they're all clearly meant to be tiny spiders.
>You throw Pinkie a wink as you set your book down and help her get your foals ready for their first Nightmare Night.
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>>28796293
Liked it a lot! Glad to see you're still alive, even if you're not a career writefag anymore!
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>>28796405
Thanks, Anon! That's real nice of you to say. Hearing that people liked my stuff was what had always inspired me to write more.
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>>28795964
>>"Come by the Sugarcube Corner later, Nonny, and you can tickle me somewhere else."
LEWD
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>>28796518
Panko is lewdest RGRE horse. Of all the mane 6, she has the most bottomless sexual appetite.
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Stallions who take part in Muffvember are disgusting and should be forcibly dipped in Nain.
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>>28796342
Cute
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>>28795580

>You give your friend a serious look.
"Thunderlane, normally I would never condone this. But they have beaten you, and they have taken your son."
>You move to get your first aid kid to deal with Thudnerlane's bruises.
"What I want, is for you to press charges and be as brutal as you need to be in court to get Rumble back. Gather as much evidence as you can. Take them for every bit they've got, and then some. Ruin them."
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>>28795580
>"...to the park."
>"He was getting a little bit fussy, and the mares thought he needed some time to play with the other colts and fillies."
>"I know how suspicious this looks, Anon, but I really did actually get these bruises from a crash landing."
>"Anypony else would assume that my mares were beating me and that I was trying to protect them by lying, but I knew you'd know better than that."
>"I mean, all those times you've invited us to dinner... you probably know more about us than anypony else in town."
>"For goodness sake, Anon, little Rumble calls you "Unca Non"! "
>"You KNOW they'd never hurt a hair on my head!"
>"The mares and I thought it could get them in trouble if I went to a doctor to get them taken care of, and the last thing I want is for the loves of my life to go to jail because some idiot decides to "fight" for me."
>"I really only need to stay here for a few days until the bruises go away, Anon. I hope it isn't too much trouble."
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>>28797145
>Thunderlane and his herdmares just broke up
>Thunderlane falls a couple of times out of the sky and makes up a bullshit story
>Presses charges just to spite them
>Anon eats it all up without a shred of evidence
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Keep stallions out of active combat roles! The last thing our mares in uniform need is a bunch of preening colts breaking down under fire. If anything, military stallions should be confined to cooking, cleaning, and pleasing mares after a long patrol.
Think of how much harder our mares will fight with the promise of a stallion's warm embrace waiting for her back at base. Instead, thanks to these 'reforms', both males and females are dying needlessly due to unneeded policy of gender equality, while in Canterlot, Princess Celestia licks Prince Anon's taint!
Mares, cast your vote to save Equestrian civilization! Rise up and destroy the patriarchy before it can begin!
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>>28797405
>"The primary victims of war have always been stallions. They lose their mothers, their daughters, and their sisters."

>Princess Celestia licks Prince Anon's taint!
Fat lonely stallions jelly no mare would go within ten feet of their nasty taint
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>>28797405
>>while in Canterlot, Princess Celestia licks Prince Anon's taint!
>tfw no mare to insist on licking you clean every morning
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>>28795216
What part of "if confirmed" don't u understand?
This right here is why the world is going to pot. Fucking stupid shitS incapable or more likely unwilling of thinking anything thru.
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>>28795216
I've read about stuff like this. Not this very case, I'm sure, but there were apparently more... "remote" places where names were passed on from father to son when one person died. Because of this tradition and difficulties with translation (and a bunch of bullshit lies told about how old they were), people started thinking that some of these "remote" people lived to be over a hundred years old.
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>>28797697
>world is going to pot.
what

>don't u understand
>thinking anything thru
>Fucking stupid shitS
Not like mister genius here.
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>>28796108
>If he can last longer than 30 seconds
Why u gotta break my self-insert potential like that pluggo?
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>>28797777
kek
Good use of quads, Anon.
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>>28795889
I'm more reminded of a recent /k/ story...
>get to MOUT site
>2LT: SPC Anon! PFC Bitch wants to be hard-core today, give her your SAW!
>look at her
>cheesy shit-eating grin on 5'3", modestly overweight barracks ho who has her bangs hanging out from under her helmet so badly it completely obsures her right eye
>uh, sir, she's never even touched a SAW before. Don't think that's a good idea...
>Are you refusing a lawful order...?
>Damn tempted to sir. Shall we take this higher?
>SFC comes over, snatches it out of my hands, and literally throws it to her
>cool, guess i'm sitting this one out
>NOPE, get stuck with the 2LT's pistol (and no spare mags) as my ONLY weapon, I'm now the "breacher"
>very first door, breacher up, kick (unlatched) door and throw imaginary flashbang
>bitch, who's second in stack, without even moving just starts holding down the trigger of the saw
>point man takes 83 sim rounds to the back of the kevlar at a distance of "muzzle was literally touching his helmet"
>I take the remaining 100ish rounds to the side and leg at a distance of less than 3 feet after she shrieks and closes her eyes/pointman falls over
>right leg is completely shredded, IBA cover is completely shredded, requires surgery and skin graft to repair (still have blue "tattoos" visible from where the ink penetrated slightly into the thigh muscle)
>bitch doesn't even get an art15, 2LT gets general's letter of reprimand (a career ender) and a "rehabilitative transfer" to Ft. Polk
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>>28797830
Fucking useless.
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>>28797830
everyone at least beat her an inch into her life that night though right
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>>28797830
>>cheesy shit-eating grin on 5'3", modestly overweight barracks ho who has her bangs hanging out from under her helmet so badly it completely obsures her right eye
>>NOPE, get stuck with the 2LT's pistol (and no spare mags) as my ONLY weapon, I'm now the "breacher"
>>imaginary flashbang
I had been hoping this was some kind of mock-up or training exercise or something. I had been hoping people were smarter than this.

>>I take the remaining 100ish rounds to the side and leg at a distance of less than 3 feet after she shrieks and closes her eyes/pointman falls over
I expected too much.
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>>28797853
Nah, she was probably given a medal and a promotion.
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>>28797853
>justice ever actually happening
Oh, Anon. You silly, naive boy. You're so pure and innocent that I want to hide you away from reality.
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>>28797766
>>world is going to pot.
>what
It's an expression numbnuts. Look it up.

>>don't u understand
>>thinking anything thru
>>Fucking stupid shitS
>Not like mister genius here.
Yeah because shorthand and laziness to correct autocorrect induced case errors is such a great indicator of intelligence.
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>>28797777
Oh shit. Quads confirm I'm a 2 pump chump.
Life is suffering.
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>>28797877
No, but it makes you look like an illiterate fucking retard.
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>>28797867
Simunitions. Basically low velocity wax bullets. Not lethal but they still smart

Bunch of people called it bullshit, mostly because a M249 rigged with sim ammo, actually shooting without jamming every 5 rounds, is rarer than a WO5. And those are rarer than a unicorn


Point is, 'DraftOurSons' and Colts For Celestia can only end in pain.
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>>28797919
I want to believe she got what she deserved, Anon. Lie to me and tell me that she was punished.
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>>28797906
Sure it does anon. I mean, when u make people work so hard to decipher what u are trying to say, and use such common (in context) short forms, clearly mental retardation is the most likely reason.

This is what I hate about this place. No way to tell if ur just trolling or actually that fucking stupid.
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>>28797938
She spent six months in the brig and was dishonorably discharged and was deported to Somalia.
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>>28797953
I'm not passing judgement, Anon, I'm just telling you a common belief.
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>>28797963
Make it Siberia.
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>>28797963
Hnnngggg ohh knowing that the opposite probably actually happened makes this hurt worse.
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>>28797953
The people with the worst writing tend to have the shortest tempers and take the tiniest form of criticism extremely personally Anon. Sound familiar or?
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>>28797919

I see a some one rarer than a unicorn everyday.
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>"Anon claims to have a degree in programming, but when I asked him to help me with my punch cards, he just apologized and said something about the windows - I don't even have any windows in my basement! What a fake nerd colt!"
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>>28798179
>"Anon claims to love pen-and-paper role-playing games, but he doesn't know how to play a 'cuddemancer', or a 'coupletrek', or even a simple 'zipzapper'. Bucking fake nerd colts!"
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So, has there ever been a good RGRE diamond dog story?
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>>28798179
>punch cards
oh sweet Celestia, kill me now
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>>28794481
I like thing.

>>28796293
spiders/spiders

>>28797294
Easy solution:
Beat the crap out of him.
The best way to hide bruises is with more bruises, like how you use a forest if you want to hide a tree.
>"No, Waifu didn't hit me, it was Anon who got a bit over-enthusiastic at the spa again."
>"Bless him, one of these days I'll finally teach him how to give a massage."
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>>28798296
There is Gripes of wrath but it's still not done yet
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>Mare and stallion agree to keep an open relationship
>Stallion immediately brings home five immigrant zebra mares and gangbang on the kitchen table
>Mare spends weeks hemming and hawing, before going out and having sex with an old flame
>Stallion files for divorce, court decides against her due to her cheating
>Loses her house, cart, and life savings
>Forced to pay alimony for fifteen half-zebra babies since the court refused a maternity test
>She spends the last of her money on a powerful crossbow and shoots herself in the head
>Stallion sues the sporting goods store, wins with the help of Brony Campaign Against Bow Violence
>His face is plastered on posters across Equestria
>Makes millions from the ensuing interviews
>Publicly calls Princess Luna a nag for supporting shorter waiting periods
>One day, one of his zebra mares beats him to death with a tire iron
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>>28798458
Jesus man, speaking from experience?
Oh wait…
You'll never have a girlfriend.
And you're sheltered as sin so you've never met a black person.
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>>28798458
>Forced to pay alimony for fifteen half-zebra babies since the court refused a maternity test
>since the court refused a maternity test

the absurdity of this made me actually laugh
grats man

>>28798470
wheredoyouthinkyouare.jpeg.webm.doc
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>>28798470
if he never met a black person then he would think they all gud bois who din du nuffin
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>>28798470
>And you're sheltered as sin so you've never met a black person.
not him
last thanksgiving as me and my family exited the grocery store, a black man with 3 kids in the backseat of his suv, told us to give him the food we just bough
he probably meant it as a joke somehow, but no one found it funny

#notall
#stereotypesexistforareason
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>>28798394
>Gripes of Wrath
That's never gonna be finished is it?
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Why can't RGRE keep /pol/ out of RGRE
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>>28798524
Have hope anon. We must always have hope
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>>28795869
>>28795884
>>28795910
>>28795943
>>28795964
>>28796008
>>28796039
>>28796080
>>28796108
>>28796139
>>28796162
>>28796224
>>28796245
>>28796293
The writers have returned. Never give up hope friends. Never give up hope.

I love you all
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>>28796293
my dick could have pierced diamonds
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>>28798656
You can write things too, Anon.
Come on, give it a try.

>Be Anon in Equestria
>You are Anon, a human from Dirt
>Your best friend The Great And Powerful Trixie brought you here so you could be her assistant
>She is the best at magic and you love helping in her shows.
>Just look at that lustrous coat and her astounding horn spiral-to-distance ratio!
>It makes your alien stallion-parts tingle just thinking about how beautiful she is.
>No, Anon. You must pull yourself together for the show.
>The Great And Powerful Trixie is counting on you.
>"And now The Great And Powerful Trixie will cut a pony in half!"
>That's your cue.
>You walk up from your place at the side of the stage with the saw, passing it to your friend and mentor.
>If only it was more than that...
>A pony is selected from the crowd and you go bring them up to the stage.
>They are soon in the Amazing Magical Cutting Box, where The Great And Powerful Trixie will perform her amazing magic trick.
>With a brilliant blue glow The Great And Powerful Trixie holds the razor sharp saw over the volunteer from the audience
>The Great And Powerful Trixie uses her powerful magic grip to move the saw back and forth, cutting through the box and the pony within.
>Some blood spills from them, adding to the dramatic effect and bringing a smile to the faces of the ponies in the audience.
>This is a brilliant trick and you are filled with awe every time you see it, just like anypony else.
>The saw has now gone all the way through both the pony and the box, so now it is your time to shine.
>You grip a handle on each seperate half of the box and rotate them to show that yes, the pony is now in two.
>There is no trickery with false legs here, your mentor The Great And Powerful Trixie is the real deal.
>The Great And Powerful Trixie takes a bow and humbly accepts her well-deserved applause from the audience.
>By Celestia she's amazing.
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>>28798470
>you've never med a black person
I live near fucking Detroit
And one of my best friends had to deal with a harpy
He won the battle at least, but it was by a fucking hair
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>>28798826
I though harpies were myths.
Did that Detroit pollution really cause THAT much mutation?
Enough that there are harpies flapping around mugging people?
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>>28798470
>you've never met a black person.
AYY YO HOL UP
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>>28798838
humans are mythical. It's said that they're violently aggressive towards anyone but virigns and their semen can purify water
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>>28798858
How did that old folktale go? Unicorns were friendly towards virgin women, but if a woman wasn't a virgin and approached one it would gore her or stomp her to death or something?
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>>28797777
Damn son, pic related.
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>>28798767
>a human from Dirt
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>>28798296
So
I thought about this, and this is how I'd have written an RGRE diamond dog story.

RGRE is about the contrast between standard human culture (tm) and pony culture.
So, naturally there's gotta be some big divides between humans and diamond dogs that needs to be reconciled.
Naturally, it's mostly romantic in nature.

>Anon is living in the badlands, with a pack of diamond dogs.
>He wound up there after an accident with a particle field and a duck transported him there.
>Roll with it like normal.
>Gets taken in by diamond dogs, proves himself by becoming apprenticed to the local blacksmith.
>Tribe is ruled by huge, fat bitch named Big Chief.
>Because she is big. And also the chief.
>Bless their little hearts.
>Slave labor is totally a thing though, and Anon is invited to go with them to the nearest city to buy some slaves at an auction.
>He wants to go for other shit, its a market after all, and tags along.
>Is forced to sit through the entire auction, as Big Chief not-so-subtly puts the moves on him.
>Then DIAMONDDOGWAIFU is put on auction.
>She's practically worthless.
>To most.
>All the high value slaves are put on auction first, and she's literally the last.
>And why wouldn't she be?
>She's scrawny. For a diamond dog.
>She's not thicc. Or at least, not SUPER GODDAMN thick like most diamond dogs.
>Her arms are small. Can't even dig with them. 0/10.
>Her face is flawless and unscarred. Not warrior material at all!
>And she's clearly not muscular enough even for labor in the mines! Hourglass shape is emaciated, -0/10
>Anon can't help but stare.
>Big Chief laughs and buys her for Anon as a joke.
>They ride together in the back of a cart in silence.
>Get to Anon's forge, and he promises to take her inhibiting magic collar off.
>She proceeds to try to kill him and flee. Poorly.
>They come to trust each other. Become friends.
>Things get sexual-tensiony between them.
>She admits she used to have a mate, before she was enslaved.
>Turns out he's up for sale.
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>"Don't be silly, Anon. Stallions like us belong in the kitchen! We don't need silly things like jobs, or the vote. Overthinking makes your mane fall out, you know, and what mare wants a bald stallion?
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>>28799132
>>She admits she used to have a mate, before she was enslaved.
You had me until this. Sexy ex-slave diamond dog waifu is a 10/10 idea though
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>>28799132
>Daring break-out.
>Anon, diamond dog waifu, and husbando all escape alive.
>Except not really.
>Turns out husbando isn't actually husbando.
>She was lying, in the same way I totally have a girlfriend who lives in Canada.
>He screams at her.
>Turns out he actually was hoping to be sold to a powerful diamond dog warlord, who'd keep him as a harem piece.
>He'd never have to work a day again for the rest of his life as a living trophy.
>The mare he wanted to be sold to is super ugly by human standards, but whatever that's not the point.
>Diamond Dog waifu breaks down.
>Anon punches asshole in the face and they leave.
>Anon and diamondwaifu talk, get drunk, and fuck.
>Everyone else at Diamond Dog home comments how fucking weird Anon and his waifu are.
>She even COOKS for him!
>Fucking weirdos, man.
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wait
are you sayin
snippet isnt kill
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>>28799145
Ignore my post >>28799142

Somehow I was too stupid to realize you were still going. 10/10 idea do it I would have loved to see this in a full green writeup do it
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>>28799142
She'd be basically a 10/10 bombshell (is she still a thing? Whatever happened to her?) by human standards.
Like I said though, the whole point would be that she's NOT waifu standards by dogs, but totally waifu material for hummuns.
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>>28799153
Still exist.
Kinda kill. Got sick of ponies. Tried ZT writing, realized I'm no Weaver.
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>>28799162
>Got sick of ponies

HERESY

please fill out your rgre goggy green
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>>28799162
>Got sick of ponies
its true
you never were the chosen one
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Before I forget...

>In Bugwaifu story, Anon would pull baby Mistake out of the egg hole-thingy.
>Bugwaifu acts unresponsive, then has a breakdown and declares she's just "*throws up* MISTAKE!!!"
>Get's kicked out of hive.
>Except all Anon's kids follow him to the surface.
>So, all the hive follow him to the surface.
>He sits next to a rock, contemplates, then one of his kids asks "Is Mistake hungry?"
>Crying.
>"I think she is, yes."
>Little buggie snuggles up against Anon and mistake and glows blue, buzzing her wings.
>All the other bugs do it too.
>Anon feels truly loved.
>Bugwaifu comes out some time later, crying and apologetic and they reconcile.
>You wouldn't hate her for it, trust me.
>Some time later, cuts over to Luna's Everfree expedition.
>They've been stuck in the forest for 6 whole months.
>Anon's cared to know about them for about 6 days.
>Told form the perspective of a guardsmare who was recruited, from a super prestigious old house no less, to kill all the buggies.
>Humorous description of how the horrifically run the whole ordeal has been.
>"It's been six grueling months in this hellhole. I haven't seen a space heater in, like, at least 3 days."
>"We've been reduced to drinking Earl Grey tea, instead of our normal Camel-mile."
>"Most of my servants have run away to join the buggies."
>"The horror...by Luna THE HORROR."
>Homohorse becomes Anon's protege.
>They go to the tavern in the next town over, talk to some locals in a worldbuilding scene, and then the army gets assembled.
>Anon declares the formation of an Everfree Commonwealth.
>Luna comes to the forefront, and challenges him to an Illiad style duel.
>This next part would be super funny guys. Promise.
>Luna goes full Dynasty warriors.
>Leaps into the air, does three full front-flips in air, and shouts "SUPER OMEGA FLYING KUSURE-NO-WAGATE-NO-KATANA ATTACK DESUUUU~!!!!"
>Anon, meanwhile, had taken a few steps to the left, like, three days ago.
>When she misses, he smashes her head with a hammer.
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>>28799158
>the whole point would be that she's NOT waifu standards by dogs, but totally waifu material for

there was a gryfonwaifu prompt like this a bunch of threads ago
no slavery, but it involved hens beating each other for the rights to dick, and anon decking one that tried to take him from his birdwaifu, from birdwaifus perspective
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>>28799197
>He's about to kill her when Mistake wanders onto the field.
>She's wearing an adorable onesie, and is calling for her daddy.
>Because she's a bug and ages fast.
>Everything halts.
>Anon picks her up, shushes her, she falls asleep in his arms, then he puts her in one of those strapy-things on his chest.
>Luna is too embarrassed to try and continue the duel.
>Celestia and Shining Armor show up, and Celestia pretends that Parliment has recalled her for "a super serious border skirmish!"
>Whispers to Anon how sorry she is for all the inconvenience.

>Then that bit happens where its several generations later that I wrote at the beginning of all this.

That's how it would go.
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>>28799197
what am i reading here?
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>>28799198
That was me, actually.
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>>28799205
i see that now
http://pastebin.com/yPreTC7n
muh bad
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>>28799202
How I would finish this:
http://pastebin.com/zWdCvB6A
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>>28799201
>>28799208
So that means you're dropping it for good then.
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>>28799212
I've just about dropped ponies.
I dunno, I wanna finish these stories, but actually getting in there to write is tough. It was great when I was running off of momentum and (you)s, but I feel like I've been gone too long now.
Who gives a shit about my work, honestly? I just kinda want closure for everyone that still cares.
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>>28799221
I WANT MOAR AND THE FINISHED STORY, DOOOOOO IT!
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Repost, because i like this style.

>You are Fallbreeze, a young Pegasus with her 2 best girlfriends on what should be a wonderful vacation cruise.
>Sitting at a breakfast table, you star at a pattern in the table cloth
>Seriously contemplating whether or not it’s too early to start drinking
>You don’t bother to talk as your friends’ gossip on.
“Look at Him, totally at her feet”
>”She makes him do everything, doesn’t she have any shame?”
“What does she do to get a man take care of her so much?”
>”I don’t know but look at him; tall, muscular, caring, able to wrap you in those strong arms and ju-
“The perfect trophy husband?”
>”yeah… I wonder how long he can last”
“The amount of times she probably makes him do it? I’d say up to a minute even”
>Now is your time to speak up
“No”
>Your friends look at you
>”How would you know?”
“Their room is right next to mine, believe me, it’s more than a minute”
>You hold back tears as memories flash across your eyes and the sounds of last night fill your ears
“It’s – It’s more than a minute”
>You need a drink.
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>>28799375
“Their room is right next to mine, believe me, it’s more than a minute”
>You hold back tears as memories flash across your eyes and the sounds of last night fill your ears
“It’s – It’s more than a minute”
>You need a drink.
Kek
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>Therapist Anon

>Anon has a very soothing presence for ponies
>Some of them say he has a fatherly aura about him
>Some of them say it's something else
>Some ancient instinctive calming reaction that he triggers

>Whatever it is, sad pones make him sad
>So he does what he can to help them be a little less sad

>(Ponk does her best, but party therapy isn't very effective sometimes)

>Sometimes a pony just needs to talk
>Sometimes they just need someone to hold them, and tell them it will be alright
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>>28799221
k so i read >>28799208

and i don't understand why MISTAKE is named that?
or why anon gets kicked out of hive?
or why she needs the silver jelly?
what is different about her besides coming from a single birth?

FINNISH IT
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>>28794473
Luna BTFO as usual
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>>28798003
Made up correlations tend to sound good on the surface and can be made to support anything. Sound familiar or?
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>>28799221
Can't say that I'd be stoked about u leaving, but if u do quit then thanks for the closure. That is something I see SO fucking rarely but really value.
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>>28799410
>The rapist Anon

>Anon has a very intimidating presence for ponies
>Some of them say he has a princessly aura about him
>Some of them say it's something else
>Some ancient fear reaction that he triggers

>Whatever it is, ponies make him horny
>So he does what he can to sexual them

>(Ponk does her best, but rape parties aren't very popular with her friends)

>Sometimes a pony just needs to talk
>Unfortunately they can't always do this because Anon's dick is rammed down their throat

>>28799201
This outline is shit compared to what I remember of the changeling hive story.
Please don't go, we like you and the things you write.

>>28799145
I'm not feeling all that into the premise.

>>28798767
We need more like this, keep going.

>>28798573
We need to build a wall.

>>28798196
>Anon wants to play /tg/ with pons but can't find any players
>The only groups he can find have shit tier taste
>He decides to DEUS VULT and begin purging the heathen game devs
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>>28799158
>Is she still a thing?
>Literally a story in that thread and new pics in previous ones
>One even colored in digital
As for the story: do it if you want. Sounds like a good story. And sad to hear that dropped, or rather had no time to write a full finale to bug story. But who am I to tell that, with so many pics for thread to finish...
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>>28787362
>man who wished for 3 Fluttershaifus is a hardworking, happy, but busy man, taking care of all of his waifu's children
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>>28792062
>Realise I'm a furry because I want to fuck this picture

God damnit. I was so close to being just a horsefucker.
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>>28799784
To be fair, they are cannon in horse world, so go nuts?
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>Anon gets to Equestria before E1
>Way, way before E1
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>>28796753
>implying real mares don't like stallions with a bit of fur around their holes

What are you, some kind of porn addict? Get your hooves out of your honeypot.
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>>28799784
It is kind of a slope. Once someone, no matter how anti-furry

There are also different shades on this entire thing. There are those who just can fap to non-human character other than monster-girls who you wouldn't really call furries, all the way up to the people who dress up in full-body gear and go to conventions to fuck other people dressed up.
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We did a thing in the illuminatum
>Ponies do not get human sexual euphamisms
>Anon tries to fuck the ponies but they do not know he is into them
"I want to have casual sex with you, Bon Bon."
>"What the hell does that mean, Anon. Is it another one of those anime things you and Lyra like to watch together?"
"I want to have casual sex with you, Lyra."
>"What's that, Anon? Is it another anime like you showed me? I like those."
>Bon-Bon is disappointed.
>...that she wasn't invited.
>Meanwhile the same thing is happening in reverse
>Bonbon regrets telling Anon she doesn't like cartoons
>She just wanted to look cool
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>>28799940
Fuck. the cut off part was supposed to say "Once someone, no matter how anti-furry, starts being attracted to ponies, it's a WHOLE lot easier for them to become attracted to furry stuff."
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>>28799943
>We did a thing in the illuminatum
And now you post it in the doomed thread that you have created.
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>>28799944
I the slippery slope starts at 2d drawings

once you fap to anime, the gap to being a fur fag isnt that far
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>>28799145
>not preferring super-thicc, big ass'd muscular DD warrior waifus
I pity the fool who winds up with scrawny slave waifu.
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>>28799410
> Mayor Mare looks around your office nervously
"Don't worry, no one can hear us here. Pinkie Pie Pinkie promised not to listen in on my sessions."
> She relaxes slightly, and stares down at her hooves
> "Do you know, "
> She takes a deep breath
> "what my cutie mark means?"
> You look at her flank
> A scroll tied by a long blue ribbon
"Something to do with paperwork?"
> She snorts
> "No, not paperwork. The scroll is the same one as my graduation speech. That's what I like to do, make speeches in front of a crowd of ponies."
> You start to understand
"Which is only a minor part of a mayor's duties."
> Mayor Mare nods, a single tear falling from her eye
> You kneel before her and gently embrace her, stroking her mane
> She sobs, clutching desperately at your chest
> You squeeze her tight, muttering comforting words
> After a minute or so, she stops sniffling
> "Sorry, I don't know what came over me, I just..."
> You pat her withers
"You've been carrying a heavy weight in your heart, and you just put a part of it down. It's alright, mares are allowed to cry."
> She nuzzles at your shoulder, wiping her tears on your shirt
> Finally she pulls out of your hug, a little wobbly on her hooves
> Mayor Mare smiles at you weakly
> "It's not all bad, being Mayor. It's just... I don't have a cutie mark in government. If it weren't for Twilight and how peaceful the ponies of Ponyville are, I would be way out of my depth."
> You smile warmly at her
"Then it sounds like you are the perfect Mayor for Ponyville. You know the ponies here well enough to rely on their strengths, and they love you enough to help out when needed."
> Mayor Mare sits down suddenly, a blank look of surprise on her face
> "That's true. There is always at least one pony who knows what they are doing, and I, uh,"
"Delegate"
> She smiles a bit wryly
> "Delegate the problem to them."
> She shakes her head ruefully
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>>28800164
> "I suppose that is what Celestia does too, delegate a lot of things to ponies like Twilight or I. Maybe... I am a good Mayor."
> You pat her head
"And a good mare."
> She blushes at the compliment
> Then she glances at the clock
> "Oh! I'm sorry, I went over our time, I hope there isn't anypony waiting..."
> You shake your head
"I like to leave buffer time between sessions for this very reason. This is a good stopping point though, so we can end here if you like. Should I schedule an appointment for next month?"
> She nods
> "Yes, that would be good. Um, before I go..."
"Yes?"
> Mayor Mare blushes
> "Could I get another hug?"
> You chuckle
"Of course."
> You wrap your arms around mare and hold her tight
> She sighs happily, laying her head on your shoulder
> You smile, glad to comfort one of your little ponies
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>>28800082
You could say that once you fap, you've started the slippery slope of becoming a furfag. right?
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>>28800170
>one of your little ponies

Fuck, I need this to be a full story. Just imagine Celestia's reaction when Therapist-Anon calls the ponies of Ponyville "my little ponies" like she does.
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>>28796293
Hey, that's pretty good
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>>28800170
Go on.... yayaya
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>>28799221
oh hey, snippet! Drop me a line - [email protected]
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>Be Anon in Ponequestria.
>You are some kind of human.
>The ponies are not.
>They have papers saying so.
>Like official papers.
>You don't have official papers, only government ones.
>And government ones don't count for shit here because Equestria is at war with humanland.
>You tried to tell them that that isn't a real place, but they admired your patriotism to equestria.
>Matriotism?
>No that sounds terrible.
>Anyway so frostybox was a very naughty boy one day.
>So naughty that he did not write the things he had promised to write.
>This is because he was under the influence of an evil jew wizard named Frederik von Hebenstein.
>The ponice still have posters up promising a reward for information that leads to the capture of either.
>If you wanted a good story then you are probably disappointed right now.
>This is not supposed to be a good story.
>This is a warning.
>A warning to those who do not have their papers in order.
>People like you, in fact.
>You do not notice the warning because there are no in-story ways for you to know about it.
>So fuck you.
>Anyway you are out of bread because SOMEBODY came over and ate it all last night.
>That somebody was probably Lyra.
>Fucking minty harpass keeps breaking into your house.
>Eating your food.
>Huffing your laundry detergent.
>How the fuck do you even get high from that?
>One of these days you're going to have to make her girlfriend Colgate put a leash on her.
>No not in a kinky way.
>In a "You stay the fuck out of my property you crazy bitch" way.
>Fucking dentists thinking they can do what they want.
>Just because you can talk to teeth does not mean you can be a jackass and let your loved ones run wild.
>Jeez.
>So papers.
>You need some of those.
>But you don't get them because this post is getting close to the character limit.
>Today was a sucky day.
>No not a sucky day in that way, no fellatio for you.
>It's just kind of lame.
>HEY!
>Get out of here with your wheelchair fetish.
>Or at least write us a story about it
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>>28800498
its beutiful.
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>>28798458
3real5me
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>>28798493
>>the absurdity of this made me actually laugh
>tfw some places a paternity test isn't required and the court cannot force one to happen
>tfw your wife could have a chocolate baby and the court would rule in her favor
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>>28800430
Well, shit.
Now I need an email without my name in it. One second.
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Because pluggo is a coward.

>Be Anon in Niggerquestria.
>Princess Niggerlestia stole you from earth with her black magic.
>Now you are in a world populated by black magical talking ponies.
>Ones who all talk like americans and wear too much gaudy jewelry.
>They have a strange idea of jewelry too.
>Take the princess who stole you from Earth, for example.
>She is wearing you as bling.
>You have to ride on her big black niggeralicorn ass as she twerks around the city.
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>>28798767
>astounding horn spiral-to-distance ratio!
2hot4me
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>>28800785
the worst type of hell. thicc asses are great but not when their in the ghetto.
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>>28800265
Twilight did it too, and i think rarity
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>>28799442
>Mistake would get the name from mommy calling her one immediately after birth. Buggies, bless their little hearts, latch onto it.
>Anon gets kicked out of the hive, briefly, because bugwaifu had just shoved a giant egg out of her cooter and was feeling a little emotional.
>Silver honey is important because it is ROYAL JELLY! Mistake is totally the hive's princess, and is heralding an age of human looking bugs.
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>>28800730
remember this is rgre

i realize what they where aiming for reference wise, but remember this is a court refusing a maternity test between two FEMALES. Who is the MOTHER; That is the absurdity.

"Who's cooch a baby came out of is" way easier to verify than "who is the father".

before humans even knew what dna was, they could trace their matrilineal history with certainty
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>>28800853
Maternity tests are totally a thing IRL.
Babies can and do get mixed up.
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>>28800847
yes yes i can assume all that

don't let me assume it
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>>28800859
It's happened.
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>>28800859
>>28800867
yeah i know, but the setup also has 15 babies at once
horses have 1 at a time, and you still wouldn't need a dna test for "did this come out of your cooch"
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>>28799201
>>She's wearing an adorable onesie, and is calling for her daddy.
>>Anon picks her up, shushes her, she falls asleep in his arms, then he puts her in one of those strapy-things on his chest.
>>Luna is too embarrassed to try and continue the duel.

d'aww.
>You are just about to recover from a masterful counter from a combat specialist (which totally wasn't actually your opponent just stepping to the left and avoiding your attack) when a gross bug thing wanders in
>You make to squash it and it's adorable moo-cow onesie when it opens it's mouth and speaks
>"Daddy?"
>You're sorry?
>"Daddy, where are you?!"
>Your super-skilled and totally-not-just-not-blatantly-inept-like-you-are opponent stops fighting to walk over and pick the changeling up.
>He shushes her and...
>Oh.
>Oh, no.
>You've been trying to kill a father this entire time?!
>Oh Faust above, what have you become?!
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>>28800881
why wouldn't blue hive anon just end luna as easily as he ended every other aggressor, before any kids could wander into their duel?

he fucking caught their gold weapons in his hands, and drove his iron through the last groups poorly defended golden armor skulls
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>>28800901
Because Anon recognizes that Luna is a total chump weeb-trash who has no idea how fighting actually works.
Turns out Celestial was humoring her the entire time back in the day…
Anon lists off in his head Luna doing EVERYTHING WRONG in warfare.
Turns out Alicorn bodies are super tough regardless, and he has to beat her ass senseless before she can even consider surrender!
Humiliating her in front of her entire army, given their pedigree, might just make them wander off after getting bored.
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>>28800929
>Because Anon recognizes that Luna is a total chump weeb-trash who has no idea how fighting actually works.
didn't stop him from killing golden trim

>Turns out Celestial was humoring her the entire time back in the day…
this still doesn't change anons motivation

>Anon lists off in his head Luna doing EVERYTHING WRONG in warfare.
this still doesn't change anons motivation

>Turns out Alicorn bodies are super tough regardless, and he has to beat her ass senseless before she can even consider surrender!
this is only legitimate change in anons action(beat her for longer), but not really his motivation.

>Humiliating her in front of her entire army, given their pedigree, might just make them wander off after getting bored.
i don't know what you mean here, this reinforces his motivation to humiliate her quickly, not drop it

of course you could ignore me and finish writing it, so that my criticism had no where to go
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>>28799221
RIP Snippet, I'll remember our time together fondly.

>>28799826
>Celestia has always been ruling ponies
>Always
>However, her memory isn't infinite and she really only remembers the most recent 300 or 400 years with any degree of accuracy
>She finds transcripts written by herself from thousands of years ago that reveal that she had been a blood-thirsty tyrant at least twice
>Has banished Luna to the moon a total number of 4 times

>>28800170
This is one of the comfiest things I've read in weeks. Nicely done.

>>28800785
New mod/janitor a shit. If I can't get away with calling someone a nigger, then I can't get away with nuthin'.

>>28798326
thank

>>28800313
>>28796997
>>28797777
see pic
>>28798656
>>28798698
Y'all are just the best. I'd been worried some of you had forgotten about me tee-bee-haytch.
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>>28800958
And I fucked that post up. This is how you know I'm the real pluggo.
The spoiler'd image has the name "a devastating blow". that was the joke. the joke was that it was a sick burn. pls kill me
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>mares trying to compensate.
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>>28801083
>"I can kiss Anon on the lips now! Colts love that romantic horseapples."
>>
I wrote a thing, hope you guys enjoy...

>As the train pulls away from the station with a hiss of steam and screeching wheels you wince at the high pitched noise.
>With a sigh you bend down and bite the strap of your small kit of supplies that was given to you.
>Mentally cringing at the taste of beaten worn cloth you lift up with your head and swing the bag around to rest against your side, the strap falling into place against your neck.
>Stumbling from the plaza you slowly grow accustomed to the hobbling two step method of walking you had figured out.
>’Damn hooves, why the hell couldn’t it have been a ravioli or something cool? Why a horse?!’
>You hear one of the few humans in town yell out to the crowd of new arrivals to check in at the town hall for registry and assignment of homes.
>Well, can’t be too terrible, right?


>You were wrong.
>Oh so very wrong.
>First you had to give up your God-given name for this stupid new identity thanks to some bullshit UN law, then you get told you’re given ration cards at the end of the week as well as being assigned some shitty construction job, and on top of that you’re given some shitty one room shanty shack as a home!
>There is so much wrong with that you don’t even know where to begin!
>You had thought that maybe using Anon as a joke for the name would be funny, but when their pony secretary cheerfully denied it on account of so many other people using it themselves, you knew you were fucked.
>Still, if nothing else the airhead was of SOME use.
>You didn’t have to make some shitty OC name for yourself…
>Though having a name like Ruby Swirl, ugh you can just feel the saccharine of it…
>That secretary must have named you on account of the color of your mane, swirls of red that ran through your mane.
>Shaking your head to break yourself from your thoughts you look over the basic shack before you.
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>>28801136

>The set up is sound, on first glance at least, it’s a simple white and green painted shed, a small overhang with two pillars holding up the small amount of shade for the front door.
>A pair of windows sit on opposite sides from each other letting in the fading light of the lazy afternoon.
>You can just make out a small smoke stack poking out from the back of the roof, all together a basic one room cabin.
>Though you think you could at least do better than this.
>Nosing the door open with a squeak of newly installed hinges you peer inside to see a few spartan articles of furniture.
>A counter top that hides the corner to your left while on the right is a small five stove that lays cold.
>No chairs, no furniture, not even a damn bed.
>Who the fuck designed this shit hole?
>Grumbling under your breath you bring your meager few belongings and stash them behind the counter top.
>Right, first things first, you need firewood for the stove, probably make some furniture as well, maybe make something to lock the damn door at least.
>You noticed that the door was a simple push and pull door, pulling inside that is, you could at least fashion some form of lock with some sticks or something.
>Checking over the things in your kit you find that you weren’t given any tools of your own to boot.
>Well this is great.
>A snort of hot air comes from your snout as you head out from the house, if the government wants to make things harder for you, then fine and dandy you’ll just make some basic tools for yourself!
>You remember the basic bits of what that fellow from youtube had used for his research in primitive tech.
>Was neat to watch, let’s hope you remember…
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>>28801140
>First things first, finding a decent sized stick that you can use to begin with.
>A majority of the twigs you find are just that, twigs.
>How hard is it to find a decent am-
>You trip.
>Landing on your chin you clasp your snout and jaw letting out a small muttered curse.
>Feeling around with your tongue you taste the copper of blood, must have bit your tongue
>You can feel your eyes start to water from the pain before you pull away your hooves.
>No blood, so your nose is fine at least.
>”Hey there!”
>SWEET MARY AND JOSEPH!
>Whipping about you turn nearly bowling over a small mare with a lavender coat, mane of white that is wild as the wind as the mare backs away with a flutter of wings.
>You notice that she is also carrying her bag around her back as her wings move.
>Eyes the color slate widen in shock at your reaction as she slowly takes a step forward, “Are you alright? You took a nasty spill there…”
>Spitting out some bloody spit you wipe your mouth with your fetlock.
“I’m fine, just fell…”
>”You sure? I mean we could go the hospital, it’s not all the way fixed up but they do have painkillers…”
“Really, I’m fine. Why were you following me exactly?”
>Tilting her head at you the mare takes a seat with a small thump of her rump on the forest floor, “Well I saw you wandering around looking like you had a purpose, so I figured I’d follow you and see if you knew something the rest of us didn’t.”
“...Are you for real?”
>”Huh?”
“That’s a shitty reason to follow someone off into the woods! I could have been a psycho or something crazy like that!”
>”O-oh…”
>Rolling your eyes at the quiet note of surprise you start to get back to your search for a proper sized stick when you’re interrupted once more, “Are you?”
>Pausing at one stick you carefully wrap a leg around it to lift and test the durability.
“Am I what?”
>”A psycho.”
“Of course not!”
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>>28801142
>”Well then I had nothing to worry about then!” The mare replies to you with a cheery smile in response.
“...Were you dropped on your head a lot?”
>”Only the once!”
“Suddenly things start to make more sense.”
>”Hey! I’m not dumb!”
>Despite yourself you can’t help a chuckle at the… you suppose it’s innocence, of the mare before you.
>”I’m serious!”
“Right, look what’s your name kid?”
>”It’s Sweetie Drops, and I’m not a kid! I’m nineteen! Anyway, what are you doing out in the woods then?”
“Curious one aren’t ya?”
>”My mom said it was going to be the death of me, but it hasn’t yet!” Sweetie replies with a cheerful grin.
>You simply stare at her as her smile slowly fades away, “You don’t laugh much do you?”
“Not much to laugh at, unless you’re talking about yourself.”
>”Well I was, you don’t need to be a dick about it…”
“If you must know I’m looking for materials to make me an axe to cut firewood for my stove.”
>”Don’t they provide that for us?”
>You freeze in place frowning before looking over at the mare
“Really now?”
>”Yeah I heard from some officials that work the warehouse they ration out the wood along with the food.”
“Oh well in that case.”
>You continue to look for a stick before coming across a good sturdy one about the length of your foreleg.
“Here we go…”
>”Thought you weren’t going to gather more?”
“You’re still here?”
>Seeing her nod you gingerly test your tongue feeling the blood well up and it sting in retaliation.
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>>28801149
>Frowning you leverage the stick behind your neck and begin to walk three legged as you start to head back.
“I’ve also heard that they give out ration cards at the end of every week, which isn’t until tomorrow, I’d rather not freeze my ass off either. So if it’s any consolation I’m going to work on getting my own resources and at least a freaking lock on my door if nothing else.”
>Following behind you, you can hear Sweetie Drop hum in response, “Well, it would be nice to have a fire going for the night, it is pretty brisk out.”
“Brisk? Hun it’s something like eighteen degrees out, there is snow on the ground, what do you consider /cold/?”
>”Well I’ve lived in Canada all my life, so this is pretty mild to be honest.”
“Oh my god, you’re a freakin’ hat. Great.”
>”Wow, someone’s salty. Not my fault that you can’t handle the cold.” Sweetie takes the moment to trot up beside you as she uses a wing to pat her chest, “I got a all natural fur coat to deal with the cold.”
>You eye the thick tufts of fur that her hoof just sinks into feeling a bit jealous at how much she has.
>Fuck it’s like staring at a wool coat.
“Then you won’t be needing your share of the firewood then, thanks.”
>”What! Hey just because I can stand it doesn’t mean I want to!”
“Fine, fine...but if you’re wanting some firewood I’m gonna want something in return.”
>A frown mars Sweetie’s face as she glances at you, “I’m not going to sleep with you if that’s what you have in mind.”
>You nearly trip again.
“Whoa! Where the fuck did that come from?!”
>”What? I saw the way you were looking at my chest.”
“Yeah the chest that is bare of anything good to look at!”
>A faint blush covers Sweetie’s face at that comment, “Look, what do you want in return?”
>Don’tsaysleepwithme
>Don’tsaysleepwithme.
“Want to help me chop firewood?”
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>>28799201
>a story that will never be
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>>28801153
>Sweetie tilts her head to the side as you walk nibbling on her lip in idle thought, “Mm I don’t have much else to bargain with, so you’ve got a deal!”
>Shit maybe you should have leveraged for some extra food, could have traded some tools or something…
>Oh well.
>You both slowly exit the outskirts of the forest and soon reach your home.
>Laying the stick down you push into your house and look for you bag
>It’s when you turn the corner do you realize mistakes were made.
>Some chuckle fuck ran off with your shit!

>Running a hoof over your face you let out a small growl
>”Is everything alright?”
“Nnng, some chuckle fuck decided to run off with my stuff!”
>”What!?” Running into your house as well Sweetie looks over your countertop finding what you said was true, “Aw man that sucks! Didn’t you lock your door?”
“With what exactly? It’s a freaking simple latch!”
>”Okay, okay well relax a bit, still maybe we could find out who took it? Someone must have seen something right?”
>You grind your teeth a bit at having to ask for help from complete strangers, but considering that Sweetie Drop here was not much better, well can’t hurt right?
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>>28801161

>”I’m sorry, but I don’t know who would have done it.” The mare behind her door says ears flat against her head hidden from sight in the messy mass of golden curls.
“Are you sure you didn’t see anything off around here then?”
>”We really would appreciate if you had any information.” Sweetie adds in with a smile.
>”No, I, I haven't. Sorry.” With that the door is closed in front of you both.
“Damn it all, this is the fifth one already.”
>”What's weird is how quiet they are about it, it's almost like they are afraid of something.” Sweetie says following after you as you follow the dirt road.
“But what?”
>”Wouldn't you like to know.”
>That voice came from the alleyway formed by two houses close together.
>From here you can make out a hooded figure as they smile at you.
“Who are you?”
>Stepping out into view you can make out a striped muzzle, “Think of me as a guy who keeps his ear to the ground, the question is what can you do for me?”
>Sweetie comes alongside you and whispers, “I don't trust this guy we should go…”
“Lemme handle it,” You reply before talking louder, “I don't have much to offer, what do you know that would be worth anything?”
>”Hrm… well how about a favor? To be called in at a later date?”
“A favor? What kind?”
>”I really don’t think this is a good idea…”
>Waving her off with a flick of your tail you simply hold the gaze of the stranger
“Fine, what can you tell me about who stole my stuff?”
>A chuckle runs through the hooded pony, it couldn’t be anything else with that body shape, “Your goods were taken in by one of the street rats that work the neighborhood, you’ll not get it back now.”
“I need that stuff, why wouldn’t I be able to?”
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>>28801165
>At the question he simply shrugs at you, “Mostly because it belongs to Gangrene, you don’t want to make him angry, trust me on that.”
>Frowning you start to talk before Sweetie grabs you by the side, “Well thanks for the help Mr. Creepy Guy so we’re going to go now, thanks bye!”
>For such a small mare she’s got a surprisingly strong grip dragging you away from the chuckling pony as he steps back into the shadows.


>You pull away with a jerk of your withers.
“What the hell is your problem?”
>”What’s yours? Are trying to get yourself killed? I don’t know about you, but a bag of stuff isn’t worth getting involved with a freaking gang for one.” Sweetie adds in her wings flaring up behind her in agitation.
“It’s my stuff that got stolen damn it, if I let these jerks walk over me then I’ll never hear the end of it.”
>”Or they track you down and beat you to an inch of your life, maybe you should use that thing between your ears and actually think!”
>Rolling your eyes you start to walk back to your house sullenly
“What do you care anyway? Far as I’m concerned you’re doing just freaking fine.”
>At that comment you feel a whack to your head much like a pillow smacking you from a three hundred pound sumo wrestler
>You of course crash into the ground, for the second time that day.
“The fuck?!”
>”Oh relax you big baby, if you’re so sore about losing your things you can use mine.”
>You see her offer a wing to you to help you up which you regard with suspicion.
“First you smack me around, then you’re offering to just help me, what’s up with that?”
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>>28801167
>Now it’s Sweeties turn to roll her eyes as she explains, “Still have that deal with you to fix up my house after all, besides it’s not what you have that I’m interested in, it’s all the neat ideas you got locked up here.”
>Tapping your head with the joint of her wing Sweetie pulls back still offering her wing, “So you wanna get out of the mud and start making some work or what?”
>Despite your concerns, of which there are many, you can’t help but let out a small huff of amusement.
>You got nothing else to lose after all.
>Reaching out with your hoof you grab onto her wing.
“Hey I never told you my name did I?”
>”Mmm? Oh yeah you didn’t!”
>With a grunt and some leverage you stand on your four hooves.
“Ruby, Ruby Swirl.”
>”...Snrk.”
“Don’t you fucking ruin this you bitch.”
>Sweetie sniffs wiping at her eye with a wing as she shakes her head, “I didn’t say a thing.”


>Ignoring the way your heart twitches at the sound of her sniffing you busy yourself with the firewood
>Alongside you is Sweetie as she heft up a few logs over for you to break down.
>You meanwhile get to work on getting a fire started with the flint and steel that Sweetie loaned you
>Only problem you were having was trying to get your hooves to wrap around the dexterous tools.
“Come on…”
>The flint slips out of your hooves once more clattering on the ground.
“Damn it all!”
>”What’s wrong?”
“These freaking tools! Did they even design them to be used by ponies to begin with!?”
>Coming around into view Sweetie hums before holding out a hoof, “Want me to give it a try?”
“Sure whatever I’ll just work on arranging the firewood or something, not like I’m going to be useful.”
“Aw don’t be like that, you know tons of stuff I don’t. Just gimme some tips on what to do.”
>You glance over at Sweetie before letting out a sigh.
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>>28801173
“Fine, you need to use the flint to strike a spark and get some tinder on fire, after that you add a bit more fuel making sure that the fire is fed enough to add thicker sticks.”
>Blinking at you slowly Sweetie coughs into her hoof, “Oh wow, you know your stuff don’t you?”
“Nope, never started a fire in my life.”
>”B-but, how did you?”
“I get bored and watched a bunch of videos about survival in the woods, never got a chance to actually go out in the woods that often.”
>As you explain you watch as Sweetie forgos using her hooves instead reaching down with a wing.
>Surely she doesn’t mean to.
>You can only watch with a frown as her wing scoops up the flint.
>Oh come on, there isn’t-
>You can only watch in awe as she easily holds the flint and steel with her wings!
>Not only does she hold the tools with ease you find that she does a small twirl with the flint smiling softly at the metal.
>Pegasi OP please nerf.
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>>28801181

>It takes Sweetie a couple of tries to get the sparks to hit the tinder just right, but then she drops the tool and excitedly bounces in place, “I did it! I did it!”
>The small flame then dies out, the tinder fully consumed.
>Stopping in place Sweetie scrunches her snout glaring at the small charred block that used to be your tinder.
>”What the hell, why’d it go out?”
“I told you, you need to feed it more fuel once you start.”
>”Oh, well why didn’t you?”
>You shrug in response.
“Didn’t think you manage to get it down so well.”
>Sweetie simple sticks her tongue out at you in response. “Meanie.”
“Just get the flint.”
>”Fine fine Mr. Grumpy pants.” Sweetie says tail swishing as she grabs the tools again and starts to strike sparks once more.
>You’re on the case as you watch her with a critical eye, soon a small lick of flame starts to bloom.
>Quickly you add more tinder and kneel down to gently blow down adding more air to the flame watching as it flares up at the fuel.
>Adding a few thing sticks you watch as they slowly begin to burn and soon you're adding more to get the fire going.
>Leaning back after adding a few well sized branches you glance over at Sweetie and nod.
“Not bad.”
>”Heh, thanks. Sides I told you, you’ve got plenty of know how in that noggin’ of yours after all!’
>Simply grunting in her direction you soon start to bring over some rocks one about the size of your hoof, the other the size of your head with a rough texture on its side.
>”So, how is this going to work?”
“You worry about the fire, keep it going for the most part and in the meantime take this stone and make a hole in the top of this branch here.”
>Motioning to the branch in question Sweetie tilts her head before doing as you say.
>Meanwhile you focus on running the rock over the rough portion of your grinder.
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>>28801183
>”What am I supposed to do with the rock?”
“Make a hole.”
>”Okay, but how.”
>For the love of…
“Just take the stone and hack at the end of it and grind down to make a hole for it.”
>”Why?”
“It’s to work open the slot for the ax head.”
>”Oh...well alright.”


>Silence begins to stretch out aside from the grinding of stone on stone and stone upon wood.
>It’s almost soothing in a way as you continue to work over the rock as it slowly begins to take a rounded edge.
>There are a few times when you scuff your hooves over the rough stone and it grates on your skin, but you ignore it getting back to work.
>”So Ruby, where did you use to live?”
“Huh, oh I lived up in the US, in the midwest for the most part. Moved a lot.”
>”So you were a drifter then?”
>Moving the stone over the rock once more you simply grunt in the affirmative.
>”How’d you get found out then?”
>You clench your teeth and shove a bit harder on the stone than you meant to making it skitter across the rock.
“I don’t wanna talk about it.’
>”Really? Come on Ruby it couldn’t have been that bad, I mean my family found me like this one morning and we went to the hospital to figure out what happened.”
>Seizing the topic change slight as it might be you go with it.
“Yeah? How’d they all take it?”
>With another chop into the wood Sweetie shrugs, “My parents were freaked out, but they tried to get me the best help they could. After that we heard the government was trying to figure something out so they sent us out.”
>Sounds rather familiar to a lot of stories out here…
>”What about you?”
“I said I don’t want to talk about it.”
>”What were you in an embarrassing moment or something?”
“No, now drop it.”
>Finally after all the hints you dropped Sweetie seems to relent.
>Only for her to follow up with, “Yanno bottling things up like that isn’t healthy, sharing might help a bit.”
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>>28801190
“Fuck off senpai, I don’t psych eval thank you very much.”
>”I’m just saying-”
“Thanks, but no. You done with the handle yet?”
>Blinking at the reminder the mare looks at the handle and holds it up for you to inspect.
>Leaning over you notice that the hole is wide enough and now you just need to char it.
“It’s good, now take a piece of coal using some branches to put it in the hole, wait for it to turn black on the inside and dump it out.”
>Watching in envy as you continue to grind down the head of the ax, Sweetie continues to work over the handle.
>Soon enough the shaft is ready and you think you’re good enough for the ax head, you’re tired of using the damn grinder, maybe you could cobble together with a round stone or something…
>You bring over a few of the more green branches from your firewood and begin to split off small strands of thin streamers of wood to work as rope.
>It’s harder than you though to get the strands off using your teeth instead of hands, but it’s doable.
>Now begins the assembly, you reach over and begin to slam the head into the branch to lodge it into place.
>You had just reached for the twig twine when you hear a voice, “Hey! What are you two doing?”


>Looking up you find a pair of humans with light green helmets and military fatigues with the word MP emblazoned across.
>The tanned one comes closer, “Don’t you two know you’re supposed to report to your work site?”
“Work site? They just said construction and sent me off with out a time or place, Sweetie do you know of anything like that?”
>You look over to Sweetie who simply shrugs at you in return before you both look at the officers.
>At that the two humans look at each other before the other a darker skinned fellow clicked his radio on muttering into it.
>After hearing something back he nods to his companion.
>You of course had already went back to trying to get the head of the ax to stay in place.
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>>28801195
>When suddenly arms wrap around your middle and heft you up like a sack of rice.
“Hey! What the fuck!?”
>”You need to report to work sir, so come on.”
“This is abuse! Police brutality! Help! Abuse!”
>As you squirm and wiggle trying to get free you glance over to Sweetie to find any help, only to find your so called friend is being petted by the other human cooing softly as her ear is scratched.
“Sweetie! Move! Do something! Why are you just sitting there?!”
>Sweetie simple shrugs at you, “Might as well figure out where we gotta work right? Sides this feels /so/ good!” With that the mare wiggles deeper into the human's grasp rubbing her head against his chest.
>”Jeez, will you hold still and be more like your friend?” Your ‘handler’ complains as he shifts you around as you continue to struggle the whole trip.
>”Guess I got the nice one, eh Jim?” Sweeties handler asks with a far too wide grin.
>”Ah shove it up your arse.”
“I’ll shove my hoof up your ass if you don’t put me down!”
>”Bloody Americans…” Jim mutters under his breath as he hauls you off.


>The whole way there you continued to curse and threaten before arriving at the workplace.
>A skeleton of the building was already in place and being worked over by ponies of all races with a few human foremen directing them all.
>After your arrival you’re given over to one of the various foremen there, you hadn’t caught his name before being sent off to carry things between the supplies and workers.
>Soon you ‘graduate’ to using a hammer and told to bang in nails for part of the support beams.
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>>28801200
>You found out how normal ponies are able to actually use anything, the wonder of velcro is an amazing thing really.
>Casting your gaze over the work site you try to find Sweetie Drop, but you can’t see her near your work group.
>This would be a lot easier on your mind if the only ally you had here hadn’t been carted off like a pack mule or something.
>Hopefully you’ll meet back up at your house…
>As for what you’re building you think it’s a hospital proper, both from the basic layout and the fact that there was a large medical tent set up nearby.
>A lot of humans kept going in and out of it with ponies as well.
>Shaking off the unease you felt you continued back to work.


>Hearing the whistle ring out across the work zone you found ponies leaving their posts and heading towards the entrance.
>Looks like work is done and over with…
>In that case, you look to the hammer and velcro strap, you could use this…
>As you walk with the others in line to drop off the tools you simply reattached the band around your thigh and use your belly to hide the tool.
>Briskly walking by as the line progresses you’re just about to the residential area when you feel a tug on your tail!
>Whipping your head back you find another human holding your tail tight before looking at a clipboard, “Ruby Swirl? You’re required at the medical tent for check up.”
“Ah, sorry officer, but you have the wrong pony. I’m Cinnamon Swirl, I think that Ruby you’re looking for already went that way.”
>Pointing towards the other way you start to make a quick walk of it only for the bastard to keep hold of your tail!
>Slowly turning your gaze back onto the human you glare, at seeing your glare the human simply chuckles before flipping the clipboard back to show your own glaring visage, “Sorry, but you look an awful lot like this Ruby Swirl, you could almost be his twin!”
“I bet.”
>”Now come on, you need to get your check up.”
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>>28801204
“You’re not sticking any needles in my butt damn it!”
>At the protest a small crowd starts to form around you, before the human simply sighes muttering under his breath.
>You start to think you’ve got some kind of movement started, only for the human to let your tail go, tuck his clipboard in his side and simply lift you up like an ill behaved dog.
“H-hey! Stop doing that!”
>”Please stop making things difficult sir, we’re already got many more behind you that need their check up as well.”
“Fuck off! I wanna go home already!”
>Despite your rather well reasoned approach the human ignores you simply striding into the tent.
>The way is barred by a guard as he says, “Alright sir, you know the drill, standard pat down for contraband.”
“Pat down?!”
>Shit, they’ll find-
>Already hands are quickly patting parts of your body making sure to stay away from your sheath before your eyes close as they find the velcro strap.
>”Well, well someone has some sticky hooves, huh?”
“O-oh that? M-must have forgotten it, just got off work after all.”
>Buy it…
>You don’t really want to see what pony jail looks like.
>”Right, we’ll be confiscating this and returning it to the worksite you took it from then, this is a warning.”
>You know better to open your mouth at that point simply nodding towards the stern faced human, “Hey relax kid, it’s just a physical that’s all.”
“I’m sure that’s what you told the aliens from Roswell that as well.”
>”Somebody got a dark sense of humor, now come on then.”
>Before you can protest your gently pushed and guides to a privacy screen before lifted up once more to your annoyance.
“Would you stop doing that!”
>Ignoring you, the human sets you down on the examination bed and simply points at you, “Now stay and sit.”
“I’m not a dog asshole.”
>”Your right, a dog would listen better.”
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>>28801212
>You at that point try to flip him off, only to realize you have no fingers so instead you thrust your foreleg up and put the other in the crease of your elbow.
“Up yours!”


>Grumbling to yourself you sit up and look around.
>It's a rather sparse environment you find yourself in.
>A small mobile tray on the rough ground, a bed that you sit upon and some curtains are all that is really with you.
>You start to get the idea of just sneaking out before the curtain is drawn open and a woman walks in.
>As your eyes adjust from the brightness from outside you feel your jar gape slightly
>Standing at five foot two the chestnut colored woman stares at you with a flat expression with icy blue eyes that take your whole form in.
>You imagine if she ever smiled it would send a man to his knees to keep that smile, still that glare...


>You almost feel like a bug about to be pulled apart to see its insides
>Shivering you muster your nerve and ask, “So you're the nurse or something then?”
>Instead of answering the nurse brings to bear her clipboard and with a click in answer starts to fill out paperwork
>You crane your head to try seeing what she is writing G only for the woman to tilt you chin up, “Please follow the light.”
>Despite wanting to tell her off, you find your eyes drawn to the penlight she shines in your eyes as it goes where she directs it.
>”Good, the ocular systems seem in order, now for nervous control. Stand up.”
>You refuse to budge simply crossing your forelegs together in annoyance, “Lady, your bedside manner could use some work yanno?”
>Pausing the nurse brings up her clipboard before writing as she speaks aloud, “Subject uses humor and aggression to hide crippling self anxiety.”
“Hey! I do not!”
>”Also appears to become agitated when called out on it.” The nurse remarks with a smirk at you.
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>Marshmallow horses
>Actually marshmallow
>Because magic
>No genitals, Anon must break through the marshmallow ass to have sex
>This is normal to ponies and they're used to their partners having stabby dicks for marshmallow penetration
>Anon's penis is soft and round at the tip
>His fingers are long, thin, and have actual bone inside of them
>Ponies think his hands are covered in penises

>TFW the alien rubs his penises all over you when you meet him
"Wh-what are you d-doing, Anonymous?!"
>"What? Oh, sorry! This is how humans say hello."
>You are Twilight, and you think you may have summoned an incubus.

>Be Celestia
>TFW your student chooses her first consort
>TFW she summoned some kind of really strange incubus
>TFW never been prouder of her
>You pat Twilight on the back and offer her her first horsebeer
>"You did good, filly."
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>>28801219
>You simply huff and look away from the woman.
>Only to quickly look back again as you feel cold metal placed against your chest!
>It’s cold!
>”Even breaths, I need to hear inside.” The nurse explains simply, you keep still simply breathing trying to get another glance at the paperwork she’d set aside.
>You can just make out the top part, it looks to be holding basic information like name, coat and eye color.
>The nurse moves away and begins to write down more things on the paper before she continues on with the physical.
>”Stand, leg’s apart.”
>Slowly you do so, but not before hearing the snap of plastic gloves
“Why do y-EEP!”
>Pleased as punch the woman reaches down and feels your balls!
>You don’t know if you should be aroused or outraged.
>She simply holds them there and then feels the base before quickly withdrawing.
>Acting casually she simply continues to write down more things as you turn to face her
“The hell was that all about?!”
>Silence is all that greets you and you’d admit at seeing a flash of red cross your vision with how frustrated you are.
>Instead the nurse simply walks out of the room with her paper and a guard shortly walks in to escort you out of the medical tent.
>This place is so fucked up.
>Tired and slightly aroused you decided to head back to home, maybe Sweeties had already managed to make something for you both to eat?


So, I've been working on this for a lil bit off and on and I'd figured I cross post, if you guys want to read more lemme know and I'll post here as well. If not I'll move it back to the other thread. Lemme know your thoughts!
I totally blame Durnk for cross posting streams
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>>28799136

>Anon and ponywaifu move to a new town
>All the stallions there are impossibly attractive and submissive to mares
>The Stepford Husbands ensues
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>>28801228
it's shit. why are they being made to work? why were they separated from their friends and family and shipped off somewhere? why are they only now being given medical exams? what do you mean by "contraband"? why are gangs allowed to form in an area controlled by the government? for that matter, who the hell is controlling this? why do they have to change their names? why is everyone acting like a shithead?
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>>28801228
I'm enjoying this a lot but I'm not exactly sure what it has to do with rgre unless that's coming later.
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I got more of that Celestia thing
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>>28801434
EXCITE
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>The night had been a very long one for Anon; probably one of the longest of his young life. As he had prophesied, neither him nor Twilight had gotten a wink of sleep. They had instead spent the entire night talking and drinking.

>Both the human and princess talked about many things in the quiet darkness of that little room in the middle of the castle. Much of it was uncomfortable, and even a little painful. There was some crying, hugging, a chair was thrown, as were more than a few half-empty bottles. They talked until their throats were raw and their limbs were heavy and their heads hurt from cherry wine and black whiskey that burned going the whole way down.

>In the end, Twilight had somehow kept him from drinking himself to death. She also—incredibly—managed to talk him into [i]considering[/i] their proposition. He still had his reservations about the whole business, and many, [i]many[/i] questions—why wouldn’t he?— but he wasn’t taking the first train out of Canterlot this morning. And that, at least to her, was a start.

>As Celestia’s sun came up, and its golden, luminescent rays pierced through the window of that little room, chasing away the shadows and bringing color and life to everything it touched, both the alicorn and the human could sit back and take in the state of themselves.

>Twilight’s light purple fur was matted heavily. Her wings, usually so immaculately maintained, now had feathers sticking up at every angle, some of them even broken or torn. Her mane and tail were likewise ruffled and messy, either sticking wetly to her forehead or neck or jutting out every which way. There were dark rings under her half-lidded, drooping eyelids. Her mouth was partially opened, and her cheeks were stained with still-drying tears.
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>>28801434
>Flash reports Celestia for molesting Anon.
>They both deny it.
>She goes to jail anyway.
>Thunderlane, Flash, and the other guys minus Anon all go out for smoothies.
>"And that's what friendship can accomplish boys!"
>Cue laughtrack.
>Anon beats the shit out of them a day later.

hpe yy gz enjy ma stri em lv a pwlng
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>>28801434
What Celestia thing?
I need more to go on, pour favor.
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>>28801485

>Anon’s state wasn’t much better than hers. His hair was messy and dirty. His eyes were so bloodshot than not a bit of white could be seen in them. Tears were still drying on his slightly clammy, pale face. Both his shirt and pants were wrinkled, smelled heavily of booze, and were torn and ripped in more than a few places.

>The two of them were exhausted, both mentally and physically, but it was a good kind of exhaustion. It was the kind of bone-numbing fatigue that one experienced after baring his or her soul—wounds and hopes and all—to another. This exhaustion was a cleansing one, and though Anonymous still felt the cold, hard truths that were realized the day before bearing down upon him, they didn’t seem quite as crushing as they could have been.

“…Twi? Is there anything left in any of those bottles?” the human asked as he closed his eyes, pressing his back against the wall.

>Twilight, who was sitting next to him—splayed out with her head on the carpet and her tail tucked between her legs— grunted. One of her eyes lazily opened and she began to paw at the upright bottle in front of her. Her hoof wasn’t quite long enough, but with some steadfast determination and a spell the long-necked, glass bottle was in her grasp.

>Cracking open her other eye, its pupil adjusting to the light that was washing over her face, she gave the bottle a little shake. “Nope. It’s empty,” she proclaimed, dropping the bottle onto its side and rolling it away with a flick of her hoof.

Anon groaned. “My head hurts,” he mumbled.
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>>28801498

>“That’s because you tried to drink Canterlot dry,” the princess pointed out, closing her eyes with a throaty burp. “You dummy.”

Groaning again, the human reached over and shoved his purple friend. “It’s your fault,” he said, sounding more exhausted than accusatory. “If you would have just whacked me like you were supposed to you wouldn’t have me thinking about all of this heavy shit.”

>Twilight snorted, giving him a shove right back. “That doesn’t mean that you should be drinking like this.”

“I mean, I’m [i]never[/i] going to have kids,” Anon continued, ignoring her statement completely. “Hell, I was never all that into the idea of having a bunch of monsters, but in the back of my head I always [i]kinda[/i] thought that it would just… happen.”

>He made a vague gesture with both of his hands before letting them drop to the floor. Then he sighed again and tapped the back of his head against the wall.

“I’d find someone nice, we’d get married, fool around for a couple of years. We’d buy a house out in the middle of nowhere, get a sweet car, maybe a dog or a cat or something.” He covered his face with both hands, head angled to the ceiling. “Then one day she’d tell me that she was pregnant, we’d have the fucking kid, then she’d want more and...”

>Twilight nuzzled her cheek into the carpet as he trailed off. “You still might be able to have kids, Anon,” she murmured. “You can’t just give up. If this works out, you’ll get all of that and more.”

“That’s the [i]problem[/i]. I don’t even know if I [i]want[/i] that!” Anon complained. “I mean, what would our kids even look like if we could have them? Would they be some hybrid freak? Would they look like some weirdo human with wings and a horn? Would it be some pony with my hands or feet instead of fucking [i]hooves[/i]?!”
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>>28801507

>“We don’t know,” Twilight confessed, helplessly shrugging. “This [i]is[/i] unfamiliar territory. The only thing that we can do—if you want to do it, that is—is keep moving forward and see where this… thing takes us.” She picked her head up. With some finagling, she managed to open both of her eyes so she could look at him. “If it makes you feel any better, most stallions would kill to be in your position.”

He gave her a glare. “If you don’t be quiet I’m going to boop you senseless, you little nerd.”

>Twilight, letting her head fall back onto the carpet, stuck her tongue out at him. “Just think about it. Remember, we’re not going to force you into anything.”

Anon just snorted, closing his eyes and banging the back of his head against the wall with so much force that the wall shook. “I’ve been thinking about it all night, Twi,” he said. “The only thing I have for it is sleep deprivation and a nasty hangover.”

>Twilight giggled. “You liar,” she said, flicking his arm with her tail. “I know that you’re considering it. I can see it on your face.”

Anon snorted again, vindictively tugging on her tail before she moved it away. “I’m not telling you to fuck off,” he said. “That’s the best that you’re going to get today.”

>Twilight, as nauseated and hungover as she was, couldn’t help but smile. “It’ll take it.”

>The light pouring through the blinds was beginning to shine in Anon’s face. Grunting, he tried to slap away the light, with very little success.

“So what are we going to do now?” he asked.

>Twilight licked her lips, her nose crinkling in disgust as she tasted old, stale booze. Her wings opened and closed—tapping against the now very dirty rug and her friend’s side—and her nose scrunched up in thought.
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>>28801518

>“Do you wanna go and get something to eat?” she asked.

One of the human’s eyes cracked open, regarding her. “…I could go for some pancakes,” he admitted.

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>While Twilight would have usually insisted that Anon clean himself up before running around where ponies could see him, today she couldn’t find the energy to do so. As drained as she was, she couldn’t even find the energy to drag [i]herself[/i] into a shower. So, as the two of them trudged through the halls in a zombie-like fashion, noble and commoner alike got to see them in all of their filthy, hungover, and haggard glory.

>Though given an odd look or two—wherein a group of stallions may or may not have begun whispering to each other in horror—both the human and princess were given a wide berth and mostly left alone. Not that they noticed or even cared, however.

>Their pace through the castle was slow. Twilight, while having spent nearly her whole life here, had rarely walked these halls in such a state. More than once, she led the two of them down the wrong corridor to a different section of the castle entirely. On two occasions, they found themselves in a janitor’s closet pawing at brooms and mops. Eventually, however, after some tired, half-hearted arguing and a bit of playful rubbing, the two eventually found themselves in the royal kitchen.

>As always, the place was alive with activity. Ponies were scurrying back and forth, carrying plates and pots and ingredients. The sounds and smells of food being prepared were thick in the air. Cooks yelled at other cooks, the sounds of knives slamming against chopping blocks rang out, water screeched as it hit hot steel.

>One of the chefs, a light blue pegasus that almost looked as bad as the two of them, perked up when they entered the room. “Good morning, your highness, Mr. Anonymous. Is there anything that I can hel—”

“Coffee,” Anon mumbled.
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>>28801535
>“Pancakes,” Twilight grunted. “And lots of bacon. Hay for me and pork for him.”

Anon nodded, though the movement seemed to give him just a bit of trouble. “And butter toast. A plateful.”

>“Make the coffee black please.”

“I want the bacon as crispy as you can make it. The blacker the better.”

>“And we want a lot of syrup for the pancakes.”

“Lots.”

>The chef, surprised by the barrage of request, took a nervous step backward. “Um, ah, alrighty then,” she said, her gaze flicking between the two. “We’ll get all of that ready for you right away! Now, if you’ll just make your way to the dining area, Princess Celestia is already there waiting for you.”

>The two grunted—Twilight nearly falling over as the world decided to begin spinning—before very slowly, and very, [i]very[/i] carefully turning around and doing as the chef asked.

>The castle’s dining room—as it always was in the morning—was filled to the brim with ponies. The smell of syrup and orange juice was thick in the air. All around, ponies were laughing and joking and jostling each other. The mood was light and happy and carefree, but not infectious however, if the way that Twilight and Anonymous stared at the room with dead, pained, lifeless eyes was any indication.

>“It’s too loud in here,” Twilight mumbled with a flick of her tail.

“I wanna turn that big, bright light off,” Anon said, covering his face with a hand.

>“That big light is the Sun, Anon.”

“I know what I said, Twi.”
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>>28801549

>Twilight cracked a small smile. “Come on, we have to go to the princess's personal dining room,” she said, bumping his side lightly with her rump. “Princess Celestia will be waiting there for us.”

>The two navigated the crowds with little fuss, making their way through the massive room and toward the back, where a pair of guards were stationed on either side of a golden, ornate door.

>Seeing them, both guards saluted. “Good morning your highness, Anonymous,” one of the guards said, quickly reached over and opening the door. “Please go inside. Princess Celestia is expecting you.”

>Mumbling their thanks, both Twilight and Anon stepped through the door and into a very small, very plain room.

>Its walls were white, with very little in the way of decoration. The floors were made of a type of hardwood and polished to a sheen. At the center of this room was a table with four old but comfortable-looking wooden chairs. Seated in one of these chairs, nibbling on a donut with a steaming cup of black coffee beside her, was Princess Celestia.

>The princess was slumped forward slightly. Her mane hung limply against her neck. While she was wearing her peytral and crown they hung on her oddly. Her amethyst eyes were bloodshot and there were bags under her partially closed eyes. She looked, for all the world, like she was ready to fall asleep right there at the table.

“Didn’t get much sleep either, huh?” Anon asked.

>The princess jumped, sending her donut flying across the room with a yelp. She quickly looked up at the two of them, her eyes wide.

>“Twilight? Anonymous?” Seeing the state that she was in, she quickly righted herself and cleared her throat. “Good morning. I had not expected the two of you for a few more hours. Come, come, sit.”
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>>28801564

>Her horn glowed. Each of the empty chairs were pulled out. “Have the two of you ordered yourselves breakfast?” she asked, doing her best not to stare at Anonymous. “If not, I can have a servant come and take your order.”

>Anon was the first one to move, walking over to the table and sitting down. Though he looked just a bit uncomfortable, he sat down right next to the princess. Celestia—though she stiffened just a hair—made no comment as Twilight took the seat on the other side of the table parallel to the two of them.

>“We already went to the kitchen and ordered, princess,” she said with a smile. “But thank you for offering.”

>Celestia smiled back at her. Though most would have thought it just a regular smile, Twilight had been around the princess long enough to know that it was a nervous one. A [i]very[/i] nervous one.

>“Very good,” she said, her wings unconsciously twitching.

>She looked over at Anonymous, who was staring at the table quietly with his hands in his lap. She then looked back over at Twilight, who continued to smile brightly at her.

>A certain tension began to grow in the room. Though Twilight and Anon barely felt it—the two of them just focused on not falling out of their chairs—Celestia could feel it very well. It made the fur on the back of her neck stand on end. Anxiousness began to grow in her stomach. Each passing second that was spent in silence felt like an hour.

>Finally, after about five minutes of this, Celestia could take no more.

>“Anonymous? Have you considered my… proposition?” she asked, just able to keep the tremble out of her voice. “If it doesn’t interest you in any way I understand. I will not force you to—”

“Twilight’s nearly talked me into it,” Anon interrupted, lifting his arms up and letting them fall onto the table with a meaty smack. “I think anyways.”
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>>28801228
i dont get it
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>>28801576

>The princess trailed off as Twilight’s smile doubled in size. “She…has?” she said slowly, carefully, as if she suddenly expected him to get up and run out of the room at any moment.

Anon nodded. “I’m not a [i]hundred[/i] percent on board, but I’m not [i]totally[/i] against the idea,” he said, keeping his gaze glued firmly onto the table in front of him. “I have no idea if this is going to work, or if I even [i]want[/i] it to work, and I don’t know if this is just the lack of sleep talking, but I’m willing to put my feet in the water and see where this takes me. Takes [i]us[/i].”

>As he finished, a complete change swept through the princess. Her slightly tense and guarded body language dissolved away. Tears began to form out of the corners of her eyes. A smile, bright and honest and [i]happy[/i] spread across her face.

>Without a second thought, she leapt from her chair and over to the human, her wings fully extended. Before he could do anything, her hooves wrapped around his middle, forcing him against her furry chest.

>Anon stiffened in surprise as she began to nuzzle the side of his face in unbridled, unrestrained joy. “Thank you,” she murmured, encasing him within her wings. “[i]Thank you[/i].”

>He could smell the vanilla and chocolate on her shockingly soft coat as he could before, but there was also the barest scent of alcohol on her person as she rocked the two of them back and forth.

>“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” she whispered breathlessly, again and again and again, tears streaming down her cheeks.
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>>28801585

>Without thinking, Anon tried to pull away from the hug, only to be forced right back against the very big and [i]very[/i] strong mare’s chest. She was warm, almost incredibly so, and underneath that thin layer of plush fur he could feel bundles of hard, corded muscle tense and flex each time that she moved. Her massive wings tightened around his back, further encasing him in a feathery cocoon of heat and comfort.

>“Thank you.”

>The human tried to struggle for a few moments more before sighing. Letting his body go limp, he slowly wrapped his arms around her and gave her a little squeeze. Celestia hugged him all the harder, quietly repeating her mantra over and over as she rubbed herself against him like a happy cat.

>“…Um, excuse me, your highness?”

>Celestia paused her nuzzling to look somewhere behind him. “…Good morning, Silver Chalice,” she said, her voice gentle and motherly, with just a hint of embarrassment mixed in.

>Anon, squished up against the big princess, tried to once again untangle himself from the mass of hooves and wings. Celestia, feeling him squirming and wiggling, held him all the tighter.

>“I… um, should I perhaps come at another time, your majesty?” the mystery pony asked anxiously, rocking back and forth, which caused his hooves to tip-tap against the polished floors.

>The princess quickly shook her head. “Of course not, I’m sure that Twilight is very hungry. Please, set the plates and mugs on the table.”

>“I… and… of course, Princess.”
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>>28801592

>Behind him, Anon could hear the pony—no doubt a servant or something of the like—work quickly in setting the plates and everything else onto the table. A little too quickly, perhaps, if the sounds of plates hitting the wooden table a little too hard were any indication.

>“T-There you go, Princess Twilight, enjoy.”

>Twilight giggled. Whether it was from nervousness or because the alicorn found his situation amusing he couldn’t guess. “Thank you very much, Silver. It looks delicious.”

>“Yes, um, well, thank you, your grace. Would the thre—[i]two[/i]! Would the [i]two[/i] of you like anything else?”

“I’d like to be freed, please,” Anon said as best as he could through flesh and feather and fur. “Pretty please. With a cherry on top. A big cherry.”

>Both princesses giggled, albeit a bit nervously.

>“He’s fine,” Twilight reassured, the chair squeaking as she shifted her weight. “The princess is just giving him a hug. A, um, very in-depth hug”

>“It’s… It’s none of my business what my lady d-does in the privacy of her own dining r-room,” the servant shakily replied. “If that is all, I w-will take my leave, your highnesses. Good d-day.”

>The hurried hoofsteps that rang out immediately after that signaled that the servant didn’t quite run out of the room, but it was a near thing.

>The second that a door could be heard closing, both Celestia and Twilight’s laughter filled the air. The Princess of the Sun released Anonymous from his warm, soft, feathery prison and took a step back. Tears were still streaming down her face, but she had a smile from ear-to-ear.
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>>28801602

>“Forgive me, Anonymous. I am just… excited,” she professed as the human dusted himself off. Her horn glowed, pushing in his seat. With another spell, a plate full of food and a cup of coffee was floated over to him. “Please eat. You must be famished.”

>Anon took a deep breath—noticing, with a hint of trepidation, that the princess’s scent now clung to him—and looked down at his food. He picked up a piece of black, shriveled bacon, and popped it into his mouth. He shivered as the sharp, burnt taste hit him in the back of his jaw like a punch, coating his tongue and overpowering his senses. It was just how he liked it.

“So how is this going to work? Because I’m not just going to take my pants off and have at it,” he said, eyeing Twilight. “Are you guys going to give me a turkey baster or something so we can artificially inseminate or…”

>Both of the princesses looked at him in confusion as he trailed off.

>“…Artificially inseminate? What the hay is that?” Twilight asked, cocking her head to the side.

Wiping the bacon grease from his lips, Anon opened his mouth to answer. “See, you take the sperm from someone and you…” He trailed off again, thinking hard. “You take the sperm and you shove it into a girl’s womb… I think?” His shoulders sagged as his mind drew a blank. “To be honest, I don’t know a whole lot about it…”

>“I do not think I want inanimate objects being shoved [i]anywhere[/i], thank you very much,” Celestia said, looking slightly horrified. “Especially a “turkey baster”, whatever in harmony’s name that is.”

>“Nopony’s shoving anything weird into anypony,” Twilight said as she popped a piece of toast into her mouth. “Because I have a [i]much[/i] better idea!”

>In three quick bites—that sent crumbs and bits of half-melted butter everywhere—Twilight finished her toast. She smacked her lips, reaching for a piece of hay bacon.
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>>28801612

>“Anonymous doesn’t see ponies in a romantic sense, which is very important in getting a stallion to, um, [i]perform[/i],” she said matter-of-factly, taking a huge bite out of the bacon. “This means that we’ll have to work you up to it gradually.” Chewing nasally, she quickly swallowed and stuffed the rest of the bacon into her mouth. “According to Soft Hooves’ pyramid of intimacy, there are three stages of affection.”

“Nerd,” Anon muttered, only for a piece of toast to smack him on the forehead a moment later.

>“The first tier, or stage, is general affection, here a pony will hug, touch, and perhaps nuzzle another pony without either feeling uncomfortable,” the purple princess continued. “This is the beginning of two pony’s relationship. The second stage is increased affection, where kissing, some exploration and appreciation of the body, even some heavy petting may occur.” Picking up her fork, Twilight began cutting her pancakes into squares. “The third stage is intimacy. This is when the…” She trailed off, tapping her hooves together a few times before clearing her throat. “When they, you know, become [i]intimate[/i].”

>Stabbing the pancakes, then a few pieces of bacon, then a piece of toast, Twilight brought the jumbled mass of food to her lips and engulfed it. She closed her eyes and hummed, her cheeks bulging as she chewed. Swallowing, she coughed, quickly grabbing her coffee and taking a few hurried sips before letting out a sigh of relief and then a burp.

>“Oh, excuse me,” she said, putting her mug down and wiping her mouth with the back of her hoof. “That might be the most clear-cut, dummies’ guide version of the pyramid of affection, but that’s the gist of it. We have to bear this in mind as we work Anon here up to ‘do the deed’ as they say.”
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>>28801623

Anon frowned. “So you’re saying that you’re going to help us solve this mess by using a patented three-step plan?” he asked, brow furrowing in disbelief as he leaned back in his chair. “Next you’re gonna want to sell me a nice piece of land on the moon.”

>Celestia smiled at the jab. “I don’t think you’ll have any issues with that, Anonymous,” she said, hopping back into her seat. “My sister doesn’t seem interested in real estate.”

>Twilight shoved another mouthful of pancakes into her gullet. “You’ve lived amongst ponies long enough to already be used to the first level of affection,” she said, nearly spitting up half of her food in the process. “You already hug and hold ponies without getting uncomfortable.”

“I don’t get uncomfortable [i]most[/i] of the time,” Anon corrected. He looked away from Twilight as a shudder ran up his body. “Trust me. There’s some ponies that I don’t want near me with a ten-foot pole.”

>A certain far-too old jenny came to mind. There was also that little filly that was strong enough to lift up entire buildings with one hoof. Shivering again, he took a bite out of some toast, his brow furrowed and his eyes cloudy.

>“Even so, you’ve been here long enough to be properly immersed in the first level,” Twilight retorted, pointing her fork at him. “And, even if you don’t realize it, there’s a good chance that you’ve started to naturally become acquainted with the second step. If we let it occur naturally, I’m guessing that in a year or two at the most a mare would be able to snatch you right up without a problem and you’d be completely fine with it.”

>Anon and Celestia exchanged glances, one of them unsure and the other still a little nervous.

“…Okay, all of this psychoanalytic stuff is great and all, but you still haven’t told us what we’re going to be [i]doing[/i],” Anon stressed as his fingers drummed against the table.
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>>28801631

>Smiling to herself, Twilight rested her hooves on the table and leaned forward, her tail flicking side-to-side. “It’s simple, my little human. We’re going to drastically shorten the transition time from one step to another,” she said, as smug and confident as he had ever seen her. “And to do that we’ll need the two of you, a big bed, and a bunch of candles.”

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>The bed hadn’t been very hard to find. There were many, [i]many[/i] beds—of all shapes and sizes— in Canterlot Castle. All it had taken was a request from Celestia and the servants had gone running.

>The candles had also been simple. All that was needed was a quick trip down to the market via teleport and two dozen pumpkin-scented candles—Anon’s favorite—had been purchased and brought back to the castle.

>All of this had—surprisingly—been brought back to the room that Anonymous and Twilight had all but trashed the night before. Under the purple princess’s supervision, the room had been cleaned, the old bed and much of the furniture had been removed. Candles had been placed all around the room—some of them sitting on shelves, some of them floating on the air—and lit. The blinds had been closed and the lights had been turned off so that only warm, flickering candlelight illuminated the room. The air smelled heavily of burnt wicks and pumpkin and newly washed sheets. Other than some light breathing, the room was completely silent.

>Anonymous—having cleaned himself up a few hours’ prior—was sitting on one side of the bed, nervously fidgeting with the covers. Celestia—also cleaned up and without her finery—was seated on the other side of the bed with her tail wrapped around her rump.
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>>28801640

>The mood in the room wasn’t exactly tense. There was a bit of nervousness, yes, as was there a bit of trepidation and hesitation to begin this journey, but there was also some excitement. This was the first step to something that could change the world or shatter hearts. A lot of hope was riding on this—hope that could be completely and utterly unfounded—and everyone in the room could feel it.

>Twilight, who was sitting in the corner with a notepad in her lap and a jar of ink at hoof, cleared her throat. “Alright. Is everything in the room to your liking?” she asked, tapping the tip of her quill against her notepad. “Do you want me to get anything else? Do you need more light? Different types of sheets? Maybe you want something to drink before you lay down?”

>She turned her head to Anon. “What about you, ‘Non? Is there anything that you need? I know how fussy you colts get in these situations.”

The human shook his head. “Nah. I think I’m good.”

>Celestia shook her head in agreement. “I don’t think I’ll be needing anything else as well,” she added, half-extending her wings before tucking them back into her sides.

>Twilight nodded, scribbling something or another onto her paper. “Alrighty then. Let’s get down to business!” she chirped.

>Both Anon and Celestia jumped at the sudden change of volume, snapping their heads over to look at her with a pair of frowns.

Twilight’s smile turned sheepish, her ears pinning themselves against the sides of her head as she hid behind her notebook. “Sorry. I’m just a little… [i]excited[/i].”

“We can tell,” Anon dryly remarked before looking over at Celestia. “Are you ready, pri—”

>“Remember Anon, we need you to be completely comfortable around the princess,” Twilight quickly interrupted. “No titles, no formal names, nothing like that.”

>Celestia smiled. “I commend your manners, Anonymous, but Celestia will be more than enough.”
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>>28801645

“Then you’re going to have to start calling me Anon,” the human replied. “Every time I hear Anonymous I think I’m about to be yelled at.”

>Celestia sweetly giggled, covering her mouth with a hoof to hide her smile. “It’s a deal. Now—” Her horn glowed, pulling the topmost cover halfway down the bed. She gestured toward the mattress, her purple eyes almost glowing in the candlelight. “—lord’s first.”

>Anon thickly swallowed, looking down at the bed before looking up at the princess. Celestia just smiled encouragingly, tapping a wing against the covers.

“Alrighty then. Here I go…”

>The bed creaked as he swung around and crawled into it, wiggled a few inches, and rolled onto his side. Celestia, seeing this, quickly rolled into the bed as well and began to make herself comfortable. It took some quiet coordination, but eventually the two of them found themselves both lying on their sides about a foot from each other. With a simple spell the covers were then thrown over their bodies, fully tucking them in.

>Twilight, with a pleased smile, nodded. “Very good. Now remember, don’t take things too fast. If either of you are uncomfortable with touching tonight, then don’t do it. You want to get comfortable in each other’s presence first and foremost.” She looked down at her notepad, flipping through its pages. “Talking to each other, getting to know one another, will help with that.”

Anon eyes narrowed slightly in concern as he stared back at the princess. “Are you gonna be alright with me being this close to you?” he questioned. “I know how some of you ponies get when you’re in season.”

>Celestia playfully scoffed. “I’ll have you know that I’m not some filly that cannot control herself, my little human,” she said, puffing her chest out. “I will be fine."

>Anon couldn’t help but smile—as nervous as it was—scooting a little closer. Celestia smiled back, scooting a bit closer as well.
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>>28801649

>“So, [i]Anon[/i], Twilight has told me that you’ve been given employment at the local sweet shop in Ponyville,” the Princess of the Sun said, nuzzling her cheek into her pillow. “How has that been treating you?”

“It’s alright. Bonbon can be a bit of a hardass sometimes, but it pays pretty well,” the human said, the bed creaking as he wiggled around to get more comfortable, trying to ignore the anxiousness in his stomach. “It’s a pretty fun job all-in-all. We make a lot of candy down there, and I really get a kick out of seeing grown ponies running around the store like a bunch of kids.”

>Candlelight danced off Celestia’s coat as she smiled. “I’m very happy to hear that. Once, a very long time ago, I was a candy maker myself.”

“Oh?”

>Celestia nodded, scooching a hair closer toward him. “Back then we didn’t have nearly as many candies. All we made were some chocolates and this very chewy type of gum that we made out of tree sap. I remember the work being very hard, but I still remember it very fondly.”

“It’s always nice to come home smelling like butter and chocolate and sugar,” Anon admitted, wiggling just a hair closer. “I really had to cut down on the sweets though. I gained something like twenty pounds the first two months working there.”

>“If you’ve gained any weight you hide it very well.”

“That’s because I started taking up running. You kind of have to in Ponyville, what with all of the parties and Pinkie shoving cake into everyone’s mouth every five seconds…”
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>>28801653

>For the next few hours, the two talked. They talked about many things; work, their friends, hobbies, thoughts on the world and all in it. None of the talk was very deep or personal, but it didn’t have to be.

>During these few hours, the two continued to inch closer and closer toward each other as Twilight frantically observed, recorded, and hypothesize in the background.

>“—I don’t know what to tell you, Anon. I can have somepony go down to Ponyville, but I don’t think it would do you any good.”

Anon sighed, picking his head up to give a certain purple princess in the corner of the room the stink eye, which said princess purposefully ignored. “I’d still appreciate it. If the Apples see some government employee running around asking questions, they might actually let some other fruit besides apples in the market. I’m sick of eating fucking apples every single day.”

>“If you’d like, I could start sending you a fruit basket,” Celestia offered, not bothering to hide her amusement or her smile.

“No, that wouldn’t work,” Anon sourly replied. “The second that a pear or an orange makes its way into town Applejack [i]somehow[/i] knows about it. I swear to god that mare is part bloodhound. If you sent that basket she’d be knocking on my door holding a baseball bat in ten minutes.”

>Anon unconsciously moved a bit closer to the princess. He was just about to continue his rant on the Apple’s iron-grip on the fruit market when his chest bumped into something. Quickly looking down, he realized that he was finally chest-to-chest with his bedmate.

>Celestia noticed this as well, looking down before giving him an unsure smile. “Anon? Would it be alright if I…” she trailed off, touching his shoulder with a hoof before pulling it away.
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>>28801666

Anon looked back down at his blanket-covered body before nodding. “Sure, if you want—”

>“I do, if that’s alright with yo—”

“Yeah, it’s alright. Really. I’ll be fine.”

>“Are you sure?”

“Yep. As sure as I can be sure right now.”

>The two looked into each other’s eyes for a moment—neither saying a word— before bursting into giggles.

>“My apologies, Anon,” the princess said with a shake of her head. “I must admit, I am far more nervous than I thought I’d be.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” the human agreed. “I’m a little… [i]something[/i] too.” He looked up at her with a half-smile. “But it’s not as bad as it was a little while ago.”

>One of his arms shifted under the covers, moving forward until his hand was on the princess’s belly. Celestia twitched, a quiet gasp escaping her lips as he gave it a pat.

“So don’t worry about it. If you want to put a hoof around me or whatever I’ll be alright with it. And if I [i]do[/i] start to freak out I’ll tell you about it—”

>“And I’ll make sure to release you right away,” the princess interrupted, the sincerity in her voice touching her bed-buddy. “As I said before, I do not wish to force you into anything that you are uncomfortable with. I will not do that to you, Anon.”

“And if you’re uncomfortable with me touching you just say,” he replied, looking up at her. “I’ll back off then too.”

>“Of course.”

“Alrighty then.”

>The two looked away from each other, fidgeting under the blanket. Though she had his permission to do so, Celestia did not touch him. She continued to lie there, hugging her hooves to her chest as if her life depended on it.
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>>28801670

>Though he was just as nervous as her, Anon was the first to cave in. He slid the hand that he still had on the alicorn’s belly and began to move it upward. His fingers dug into her incredibly warm, amazingly soft coat, parting and teasing the fur. Celestia twitched, her mouth partially opening into a silent gasp.

>He could feel her muscles tensing under his touch as his fingers left her belly and moved up to her chest. The fur was longer there, denser. As it grew longer, it began to curl and bunch up like regular hair. For some reason, as he ran his fingers through the mass of fur, he couldn’t help but think of an old middle-aged Italian man with his chest hair sticking out past his nose. The thought caused him to giggle childishly.

>The princess stiffened at the sound. “…Anon? Might I ask what is so funny?” quietly asked, just a hint of panic in her voice.

Anon brought his other hand up to the alicorn’s chest and continued to play with her “chest hair”, savoring its warmth and texture against his fingers. “I just thought of something really funny out of nowhere,” he said. “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

>Celestia gently frowned, her tail flicking underneath the covers. “If you’re positive…”

“You know, you’re really soft,” Anon murmured, yawning hugely. “Really soft and warm. Kinda like a big, furry dog, except you can talk.” His eyes drooped, forcing him to shake his head. “So, what were you saying about your sister?”
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>>28801485
PRINCESS SLUT HORSE
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>>28801676

>Celestia, feeling the human playing with her tuft, quickly found her courage. Eyeing him carefully, she slowly wrapped a foreleg around him. She tensed, ready to pull it away from him if he showed any signs of discomfort, but all he did was sigh. Releasing the breath that she didn’t realize she had been holding, she smiled once more.

>“We were discussing my sister’s dietary habits, yes?” she questioned.

Anon nodded, yawning again. “Yeah, you were saying something about how no pony should be able to eat as many gummy worms in a day as she can,” he replied, his voice calm and even.

>Feeling a little braver, the princess began to rub her hood against his clothed back. “Yes, yes, thank you for reminding me.”

>Celestia found herself yawning as Anon’s body heat mingled with hers. She could feel the slight rise and fall of his chest with each breath that he took. His legs—also covered in clothing—brushed against her back legs every moment or so. She could also feel those soft, smooth, nearly hairless hands of his tugging at the fur on her chest.

>Instinctively, she pressed herself against him a little more firmly. With each breath that she took she could smell the candles, the pumpkin and the flames. She could also smell him. The shampoo he had used in his hair, the fruity soap he had scrubbed his body with, along with something else that she couldn’t quiet identify.

>She could feel her eyes growing heavy, the lack of sleep from the night before rearing its ugly head, but she fought to stay awake. She yawned again, this time having the presence of mind to cover her mouth with a hoof. “Yes… well, as I was saying, I have asked her time and time again to cut back on the sweets. I myself can’t deny that I enjoy a bit of sugar during the day, but even I know when too much is too much.”
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>>28801683

>Anon’s breathing was slowing down, becoming even and gentle. Whatever little tension that he still carried in his body melted away. He could feel the [i]thump-thump[/i] of Celestia’s heart against his chest with each breath that she took. His lack of sleep was beginning to weigh down on him as well. He could feel it tugging at the edges of his being –making his body feel like lead and his eyes so terribly heavy— but still he fought to stay awake.

“The next time that she gets them, pour salt into the bag and shake it up real well,” he whispered, nuzzling his pillow. “The taste will make her pitch ‘em.” He tried to shake his head again but couldn’t quite manage it. “If you keep doing that for a couple of weeks she’ll probably swear ‘em off.”

>Celestia failed to comment on his advice, fast asleep. Not a minute later he joined her.

>In the corner of the room, Twilight Sparkle couldn’t help but grin to herself excitedly as she continued to scribble on her notepad. “Test One-A has gone as expected,” she murmured, watching the two peacefully snoozing. “Subject One has no reservations about being touched or even cuddled. This, in part, may be the result of Pinkie Pie and her predisposition of surprise bed-aided cuddles. Will have to somehow thank her on a later date.”

>She looked down at her notes, frowned, and used her quill to scribble something out. “No, no… I don’t want to positively reinforce her behavior, no matter how useful it was in this situation. Too many ponies already come to me with complaints.”
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>>28801688

Alright, I'm done
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>>28801691
good job LAP.
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>>28801688
>>28801691
Ultimate coziness.
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>>28801691
Still makes no sense why Anon would suddenly agree to fuck a pony, when he's never even found them to be attractive. I call Bullshit.
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>>28801949
But he isn't fucking her, he's just cuddling with her.
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>>28801960
There's a huge difference between fucking and being comfortable enough to cuddle with. If this isn't just a pile of forced horseapples, then all he's doing is leading her on to an inevitable letdown.
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>>28800958
>She finds transcripts written by herself from thousands of years ago that reveal that she had been a blood-thirsty tyrant at least twice

> Some random mare appear out of nowhere to kill Celestia, wanting to avenge her family banished from Equestria thousand of years ago
> Each generation trained harder and harder to be able to duel an Alicorn, using the most dangerous and painful fighting style, and offering their soul to demons for a bit more power
> When she finally find Celestia, it's during a cake eating contest organized to finance Equestria's orphanages
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>>28801970
That's the point, they're working towards getting him comfortable enough with ponies to see them in a more romantic light.
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>>28801649
What kinda fresh cringe is this? It feels like u went off the rails a bit here LaP. This clinical straight to bed scene is seriously weird.
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>>28797830
Fucking lts man. As smart as privates and out rank a sergant major.
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>>28802181
Altho other than the weird lead in, it's good. The bed scene would feel normal and weird if it were simply a new couple sharing a bed for the first time (unsupervised).
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>>28801691
I ain't going to lie man, maybe it's the fact I come from a seriously fucked up family background, but this story makes me really fucking uncomfortable. Which is a fucking shame considering I have an impregnation fetish.
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>>28802345
>seriously fucked up family background
That's a pretty broad descriptor. what about ur background makes this uncomfortable?
Also the longer I live the more people I meet and the more I think most people's family is fucked if u go back as far as grandparents.
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>>28801688
voyeurism/ntr twilight
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>Fluttershy is secretly a crazy survivalist
>She has a bunker full of canned goods and spears
>Nopony, not even Discord, knows what she does on her long trips into the Everfree
>That is, until Anon walks in on her skinning a manticore
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>>28803346
Gay prompt
Just stop
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>>28803346
for what purpose would she skin a manticore
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>>28803346
Good until the manticore skinning, the only reason flutters would have to take one on is self defence
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>>28801688
>Pinkie Pie and her predisposition of surprise bed-aided cuddles.
I would 100% she would do this.

Very good lap
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>>28801974
>Celestia looks at you in confusion as you finish your lengthy tirade against her.
>"Literally who?"
>If you still had a soul, you would have just felt it shrivel up and die.
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Hey girls, I'm really wondering, why do so many stallions go for ziggers? Sure, their holes are tighter, but is it really worth the poverty and abuse? Not to mention the genetic suicide; How can a pony stallion stand having foals that look nothing like him and speak in striponics?
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>>28803590
You've made the rookie mistake of continuing to care about a stallion who is the type to go after zebras.
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>>28803590
>striponics
my sides
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ENOUGH

Zecora is a good mare and she has done nothing wrong.
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>>28803590
i want /mlpol/ to leave
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>>28803777
Zebras are obsolete farm equipment.
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>>28803888
YOU TAKE THAT BACK
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>>28803888
>Daring Do as a British African Army member
>Colonialism Ponies
I need... more of this. For some reason.

TONGUES OF FIRE ON IDRIS FLARING
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>>28804183
NEWS OF FOE MEN NEAR DECLARING!
TO HEROIC DEEDS OF DARING CALL YOU HARLECH MEN.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DRtnWVvDX6k
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>>28804283
>not 'call you Harlech mares'
do you even RGRE?
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>>28803888
MEN OF HARLECH
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>>28804348
>>28804311
>>28804283
>>28804183
Is the eternal anglo in /mlp/, too?
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>Fluttershy is secretly (really known only to Rainbow Dash) a huge pervert
>A virgin pervert with crippling anxiety problems, but a pervert all the same

>Gets involved with Anon
>All seems well from what everyone else can tell

>Then one day, Lewdest Pegasus shows up to ask Dash something.
>She looks sleep deprived and disheveled
>She has Colt problems
>Practically begs Dash to help her

>Dash looks ready to do terrible things to Anon
>How dare he hurt Fluttershy!

>Before Dash can do something rash, Shy hastily has to explain that no, she isn't unhappy with Anon
>He's great
>Better than great
>Rather, he just might be too much of a good thing for just one mare to handle

>Once she though she was obsessed with sex
>Then she nervously confessed to her new lover that she was into some "strange" things
>He had immediately rattled off a short list of strange terms and told her
>"If it isn't any of that, then odds are I'm willing to try it."

>She didn't have any idea what most of them even *meant*
>So she asked
>He said if she didn't know, he wasn't going to corrupt her with things she was better off now knowing.
>Soon after she discovered that Human's are much closer to being in-the-flesh incubi than previously believed
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>>28804444
yes
this pleases me
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>>28804444
QUADS CONFIRM
HUMANS ARE SLUTS
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>>28804444
You've earned those quads, Anon. I only hope that you're still around this thread to appreciate them.
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>>28804444
>you will never keep Fluttershy up all night with intense lovemaking
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>>28804415
Does a Welsh person count as anglo?
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>>28804444
>"Oh, Celestia, just let it end!"
>You are Rainbow Dash, and Fluttershy has just crawled into the Sugarcube Corner.
>She's followed closely (read: intimately attached to) by Anon, who is showing an impressive amount of tenacity considering that his house (and also Fluttershy's house, if they're meeting there) is all the way across town.
>"I can't feel my wings!"
>You'd find this a lot less funny if Anon and Fluttershy's genders were reversed.
>But they aren't, so this is hilarious.
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>>28804581
Can you speak funny for me?
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>>28804581
>Welsh
>person
Pick one.
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>>28804604
Dwin gobeithio tin mwynhau iaith y nefoedd met, neis i cyfarfod chi mewn RGRE.

>>28804611
It could be worse.

I could be scottish.
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>>28804444
fuck, that should have said "better off NOT knowing"
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>>28804637
I find it frustrating and personally offensive that Welsh letters have the audacity to masquerade as English letters.
You too, Gaelic. I see you over there. I haven't forgotten what you did.
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>>28804637
>1/4 Scottish
You, my friend, have just made an enemy for life. Welshmen and the Scots are natural enemies. Like the Japanese and Scots. Or Scots and other Scots.
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>>28804819
Sorry pal, if it makes you feel any better I dislike english and irish equally the same.
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>>28804909
>1/4 Irish
>1/4 Pennsylvanian Dutch which is close enough to English
You are just digging yourself deeper and deeper.
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>>28804927
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"Auntie, don't you think we're taking this a bit far?"
>"Nonsense, Cadance! Colts love bad girls!"
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>Therapist Anon
>Actually Sex Therapist Anon
>Does couples/herd counseling when there are problems in the bedroom

>Also ends up teaching ponies sex ed, because the public school curriculum on it is almost worthless
>Some of them know next to nothing about sex
>Most believe all kinds of myths about the opposite sex, and their own
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>>28805170
>"Look, Anonymous! Look at how we show disregard for the well-being of others! Doesn't our casual dismissal of you and your feelings make you want to work harder to gain our approval? Do you not feel in your heart the need to "fix" us and try to find out what great emotional hurt has caused us to act out in such a manner? Come to the castle entrance at 7 o'clock tonight. We will arrive well past the point of being fashionably late and act personally affronted that you are annoyed at our tardiness. If you see a bulge in one of my hoof sleeves, it is just the pack of cigarettes that I carry around not in my pockets."
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>>28805205
No.
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>>28805231
>"How dare you reject us! We will now destroy your favourite candy store in retaliation and then make claims that you made us do it! Then we will show uncharacteristic affection and tell you that we only cause harm to you and things you care about because we do not wish to see you get hurt. This will inflict feelings of uncertainty in you and make you wonder how genuine our affections are. Are we truly heartless, or do we just have difficulty expressing ourselves? You will never know and will doubt yourself for years to come, putting up with more and more terrible behaviour from us all while justifying it to your friends!"
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>>28805231
>Lyra and Bon Bon kissing in the lower-right
a cute
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>After months of preparation, Luna is ready to hold court for the first time in 1000 years
>It took so long because Celestia wanted to make ABSOLUTELY sure that Luna understood that capital punishment was banned centuries ago
>And trial by combat
>And droit du seigneur
>And... You get the idea
>But, finally, Luna takes her place in her ancient throne, the thestral guards open the doors, and a throng of ponies, both noble and common, flood into the room
>The first petitioner steps up and begins talking, but Luna doesn't hear a word of it
"Where is thine chaperone, colt? Surely thy mare should be accompanying thou. Or did'st she thinketh thou might seduce me with thine masculine wiles?"
>"A-actually I'm a colt cuddler-"
"Which of thou harlots hath cast thy stallion to the dirt?! Come forward, that I may teach thee true court etiquette! Guards, bringest me this colt's mare! Let none leave until the guilty party has been punished!"
>After many apologies and a truly enormous amount of hush money paid from her own pocket, Luna decided not to hold court for a little while
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>>28795580
If you're looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money but what I do have are a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my friend's son go now, that will be the end of it.
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>>28805283
>son
Isn't Rumble his brother?
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>>28805290
bah. typed that wrong then.
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>>28805279
>Ponies still adhere to a relatively archaic gendery system
>It's considered "proper" for mares to escort stallions around
>Basically Victorian values
>Enter: Anon
>Doesn't want a mare walking him to the store, doesn't care if ponies react with legitimate shock if his cuffs ride up and they see his socks
>Luna is SUPER outraged by his behaviour
>Takes it upon herself to court Anon and teach him proper coltish behaviour
>Hint: only one of those things happen
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>>28805317
>Anon becomes a proper stallion, if only from fear of what Luna will do if he doesn't
>Luna is legitimately baffled why, despite his newfound grace and whimsy, he acts so guarded around her
>Eventually he hangs himself
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>>28805331
fuck off i would
id sooner disappear into the everfree or go hang with the catbutts than off myself
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>>28805334
>Catbutts are even worse, like Muslim gender roles
>Anon is stoned to death for walking outside without a veil
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>>28805331
nien
>Anon fucks the Victorian values out of Luna
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>>28805351
>"Anonymous! Look at our modern and unoppressive attitude! Although we can clearly see your socks, we will refrain from making comments or back-hoofing you until you change into something DECENT, you harlot!"
It's hard going and fraught with setbacks.
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>>28805344
>laying down and getting stoned like a bitch
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>>28805331
>>28805317
>Anon can tell her exactly what he's "supposed" to do whenever she asks
>A lifetime in the public school system has prepared him well for regurgitating information on command

>To her utter bafflement, immediately thereafter, he always does it "wrong" anyway.
>He has no fucks left to give
>(Unless they are literal Fucks)
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>>28805365
kek
Snarky and passive aggressive Luna is the best Luna.
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>>28805317
>>doesn't care if ponies react with legitimate shock if his cuffs ride up and they see his socks

>Someone gives him shit about wearing socks.
>The next day sees him strolling through town with not a scrap of cloth anywhere on his body
>Except for those magnificent socks that ride all the way up past his knees.
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>Anon has a few mares over to spend the night
>Anon dresses up in his pyjamas and a thick pair of wool socks
>Ponies think things are going to get hot
>They all form a cuddle puddle
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I NEED MORE DOCNON!
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> Victorian RGRE
> Anon is a minor Duke with holdings on the outskirts of the everfree neighboring on Sweet Apple Acres
> He is known to be one of Princess Celestia's projects, individuals with immense potential under a rough surface
> Twilight was one such project, for example
> For weeks, he could be seen around the palace, and a few highborn mares tried to make his acquaintance
> Soon all but Fleur de Lis abandoned the pursuit for reasons they would not disclose
> Fleur manages to pursuade Celestia that she should be Anon's dance instructor among his other etiquette tutors
> Anon makes his court debut several months later, charming high society mares and shocking them all with his peculiar brand of stallion whimsy
> A few stallions try to include them in their discussions, but he quickly becomes bored and excuses himself
> More spiteful and jealous stallions spread rumors about him
> How he doesn't wear a testicle bra, or is an indiscriminate belly rubber
> This merely draws the more roguish mares to him, with gifts of alcohol
> All the while, Celestia watches and smiles
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>>28805653
>minor Duke

Ridiculous pedantry incoming, but Duke is a fairly high nobility rank, high enough that saying you are a *minor* Duke is kind of absurd. It's about as high as you can get as an aristocrat without being actual royalty.

Noble ranking systems are ridiculously complicated, but a boiled down mostly english version:

Knight<Baron<Viscount<Earl/Count<Marquess<Duke< Actual Royals (who are sometimes 'Royal Dukes')

Some systems *do* have Grand Dukes or Archdukes (like Ferdinand, the guy who got killed and kicked off WWI) which would be higher than a "regular" Duke, bit 'minor' Duke is still a bizarre way to put it.

A 'minor' Baron or Count would make more sense
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>>28805763
> Rank and Nobility

Eh, let's say Count. That way Anon can indulge in some sesame street style coltish whimsy.
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>>28801360
It's the UN as stated, so all answers are, "because they're english"
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>>28805344
>Anon gets sentenced to be stoned by catbutts.
>By "stoned" they mean he has to carry a sack of rocks to his home and leave them next to his door.
>It's not even heavy, because that would be mean.
>This is so all the other catbutts can see what he did.
>Anon assumes they mean his world's version of it.
>When he asks why they haven't killed him with the rocks yet, the catbutts are too horrified to speak.
>Anon is let go for extenuating circumstances.
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thread is nearly kill

is almost time for new thread
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dont worry

ill kill it
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>>28801219
TF is shit no matter the context, on that note have a relevant pic for the joke because I never get to use it.
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rip in piss
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>>28801360
This, also not RGRE or RGREqG enough.
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it is ending
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is kill
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>>28801518
>[i]is[/i]
Why do you have these bracket things, they don't do anything?
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>>28806278
NEWFAG REEEEEEEEE

He might be planning to put it up on Fimfiction.
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>>28806091
>Be Catbutt McCatburd in Griffonquestria.
>Accidentally summoned some sort of demon or alien or something like that when you were trying to fix your TV.
>Now it's on the couch and you want to watch your shows.
>It's got it's own much smaller TV and is watching that.
>Maybe it will share?
"Can I please use your tiny TV?"
>"No, I'm busy watching Naruto"
>OH SHIT
>You nope the fuck out
>Run all the way into town before you remember you can fly
>Fly the rest of the way to the ponice station
>You go inside and there's a pony in a uniform sitting at the desk
>"What do you want?"
"The alien i summoned is watching a forbidden anima"
>"Oh shit nigger we have to stop this! Mares, we need to move out now!"
>She pulls out her gun and runs out, more ponice officers following as you show them to your house.
>They charge in as you hide behind your chariot like the flighty puss puss you are.
>A short while later the alien is brought out and taken away, along with his tiny TV with the forbiddden anina playing.
>You still don't have a working TV.
>You end up missing your show.
>Today was a bad day.
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New thread time
>>28806366
>>28806366
>>28806366
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I did this because I love you.
Good Night 500
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>>28801228
Not rgre enough......also it's TF garbage so it was already trash by default.
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>>28806229
>"Look at this face, Anon. This is the face of cruelty and death, should you ever stop rubbing my belly."
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