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Fingerbang: The Equestria Girls and Humanized Thread #221 - Let's

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Prompt:
>"I don't understand. You know I'm not the athletic type. Why did you invite me to come work out with you?"
>Continue staring at her.
"Well... it's more of an excercising thing. And I was getting lonely since I have nobody else to come with me this time around."
>"I'm getting a little cold in this outfit, though."
"You'll warm up after getting your heart-rate up. Come on, let's race on the treadmills."

Welcome to the Equestria Girls & Humanized Thread! Anything with >no hooves is welcome and encouraged here. If you like to write, draw, read, or critique the humanized versions of the ponies, then this is the thread for you.

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>FAQ

>How did this Humanized thread get started? What happened to Fingerbang?

The Humanized thread was created when the various humanized threads (including Fingerbang) on /mlp/ decided to merge. The rest is history.

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>>28978731
>You will never have stealth sexy times with Twilight on the beach.
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>>28978731
Thanks for the update, Green
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>all that memetext savanting
A.O.L
>>28978437
You forgot to make Flash Sentry the bad guy, though.
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>>28978731
>Pinkie Pie comes up and gives you a bone crushing hug.
>Which surprises you since you never got close to this world's Pinkie compared to Equestrian Pinkie who you miss dearly.
"Woah Pinks, what's the special occasion."
>"It's me."
"Yes, Pinkie I know it's you."
>"No no, not that me, but the me you know."
"P-Ponk?"
>"Yupparoni!"
"How?"
>"Well you that mirror you used with Twilight to get over here I used that."
"I know, but wouldn't people notice two Pinkies?"
>"I already have that covered."
"How so?"
>"Thisworld'sPinkiewantedtoswapplacessoshecanseetalkingponiesandIwantedtoseeyouagain!"
"Won't the girls know?"
>Pinkie puts one finger over your lips.
>"It's our little secret, now I can see my favorite human again~"
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i just took a look at the pastebin.. so many story
Any recommendation ?
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>>28978810
>Flash Sentry rises up to the street with Eye of the tiger playing in the background.
>Sunset cries out "Anon my lover, save me! Please!"
>But it was too late, as Flash unsheathed his katana and whacked Sunset in the face with his Shadow the Hedgehog action figure.
>Sunset dies from laughter because Flash's swing was weak and you kill flash to avenge Sunset.
>Then you revive Sunnybubby with love and live happily ever after until she leaves you because you're Anon.
End. There.

>>28978866
Make them go to camp together and share a tent and a sleeping bag.

>>28979089
Anything but Time After Time. At least not until I put that greentext out of its misery and finish it already.
As for things I DO recommend, anything by Sarge. He's really good at writing. So is Holy and Gatorbait.
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>>28978731
Is it me or is John Joseco the best when Humanized?
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>>28979204
Exactly.
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>>28978731
How is this sperg so sexy?
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>>28979942
Because she likes to walk around without a shirt on under her hoodie in the winter?
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>>28979949
And likes the feeling of her hard sensitive nipples against the soft fabric.
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>>28979949
>>28979986
I love that pic.
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>>28980029
WITNESSED!
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>>28980029
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>>28980029
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>>28980029
I do this for the same reasons. I'm a fat hairy man.
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>>28980029
Can never tell if he really likes nipples or really hates them
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>>28980029
joe, i fucking love you
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>>28980029
>Still no green about sucking on Trixie's erect nipples.
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>>28980746
The world is never fair
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Requesting a greentext of this
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>>28981096
is that darkhazard14 using a different name

sure looks like his work
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>>28981119
It is.
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>>28981096
>feet fetish

disgusting
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>>28981969
Never fails to amuse how the most vanilla fetish triggers this board beyond reason.
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>>28981096
>>28981969
To be honest, when I looked at the image earlier I didn't even notice the feet in the middle. Is it normal to feel this neutral about a fetish?
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>>28982141
They're like the most prominent things in that image, how did you not notice them, at all.
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>>28981984
This.
I honestly don't get what's so sexy about feet, but who am I to judge?
I have my own weird fetishes..

The most ridiculous thing about it is that people who literally masturbate to cartoon horses are judging people who like feet.
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>>28982153
I just have no feelings about feet so it didn't register. Like, I think it's stupid to fetishize them, but they don't annoy me like other minor fetishes. It's like the crown in the corner; they're present, but they're not really obstructing the view in this case and they don't do anything for me.
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I apologize in advance for this.

>Damn, she looked beautiful.
>It's amazing how the people at the funeral home managed to make her so peaceful.
>You went to CHS every day and could see this girl passing out flyers for the Animal Shelter.
>However, all your attempts to hit on her resulted in her shying away from you.
>You felt like if you had more time with her, you would have gotten her to open up.
>Sadly, that wasn't the case.
>You could only look somber as you saw her beautiful body lined with lilacs.
>You were the only one in the room.
>Something stirred in you.
>Just once.
>Your hand reached over to her breast
>It took a while to get adjusted to her cold skin and hardened tissue.
>But your hand was now touching Fluttershy's breast.
>You felt chills.
>You trembled.
>But you wanted to continue.
>With some force, you pulled the green fabric on her top down, revealing her rock solid melons with stiffened nipples.
>You got hard.
>Just once.
>You unzipped your fly and rubbed yourself as you felt up Fluttershy's breasts.
>You kept your moans to yourself as you motioned in and kissed Fluttershy's soft, cold lips.
>Catching a whiff of the scented flowers, you began to feel ecstatic to the point of climax.
>You were now drained, only having enough strength to pull up the dress to cover her adorable breasts.
>With one last kiss on the lips, you left the room.
>You would not forget this moment for a long time.
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>>28983263
You tried.
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>>28983263
There was an effort, I think.
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>>28983263
What the fuck is wrong with you m8!?

I like it.
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>>28983263
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>>28983263
mmm-more?
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>>28983263
Did she get embalmed already

If she did, nigga she just full of sawdust, rags and wire.
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>>28983449
I think that's the joke.
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>>28983444
>>28983468

Well, okay.

>You just can't get her out of your head.
>She was just so beautiful.
>You were thirsty for more.
>You sighed.
>You knew you had to go back.
>You called up your mom and said you'd be running a little late.
>It was 9 PM, well past closing time for the funeral home
>But you were pretty crafty. You knew how to break in without anyone noticing you tampered with the lock.
>So you got in and manuvered yourself over to Fluttershy's room.
>Lights went on automatically as you walked in.
>There she was, still in her eternal sleep.
>You walked over to her.
>You spent a few moments reflecting on what you were about to do.
>You were a virgin.
>Your first kiss was with a corpse.
>Still, what you were about to do was pretty messed up.
>You just had to keep remembering how this might be your only chance.
>How she's just sleeping.
>You pulled away the soft yellow butterfly-patterned blanket to reveal the rest of her body.
>You took a moment to wince at the obvious makeup the embalmers put on the bruise on her abdomen.
>It wasn't even the right shade of yellow.
>Perhaps that's why they hid her bottom half with the blanket.
>Or so you thought.
>You noticed that the bluish green portion of her dress was actually see-through.
>That was how you were able to see the fake yellow skin.
>But that's when you could also see...
>You almost laughed with how lazy the embalmers were, but at the same time, you blessed them.
>Within the see-through part of her dress, you could see her pussy.
>Not only that, but you also saw her long, slender legs and soft looking feet.

1/3
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>>28983630
>Already, you got hard again.
>You felt around the casket, trying to find...
>Yes!
>You found a lever to lower the casket.
>At least now you won't have to climb onto it.
>Your hands ran up Fluttershy's cold, stiff legs, until they reached up to her thighs.
>Despite the hardness of the embalming fluid, her skin was suprisingly smooth.
>You actually had to rub her thighs a few times before you moved onto the main meat of the feature.
>Your fingers edged towards Fluttershy's cameltoe, feeling the soft labia pressed against your tips.
>You slid the middle finger down her slit before you rubbed it a couple of times.
>You blushed as your heart raced.
>You could be caught at any moment, you bet.
>But still, you wanted to score.
>However, the embalming fluid proved to be a heavy obstacle as her vagina was so stiff, that the lips couldn't even part for your pinkie.
>Not that it would matter, her vagina would be so rock solid that no amount of lube would make the sex comfortable.
>But, you decided to comprimise.
>You pulled down your pants and laid down on top of Fluttershy.
>Your penis slipped in between her labia and her thighs.
>You shivered from the coldness surrounding your dick, but compared to the soft skin pressing against it, it was pleasurable.
>You then began to thrust up and down, rubbing your shaft against the legs.

2/3
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>>28983633
>You started slow, just to enjoy the feeling. God knows you're never getting this chance again.
>You also wanted to pop down her top again, exposing her breasts to you.
>You motorboated the mountains while grabbing one of them with your hand.
>You panted like a dog as you went faster and faster.
>You cried out her name several times.
>The top of your feet rubbed against Fluttershy's soles.
>Eventually, you began to cry.
>You soon realized why.
>You loved Fluttershy.
>You loved her oh so much...
>That's why you lusted for her even after death.
>That's why you went back for her.
>And now that she was gone, you will never have this chance again.
>It's sad...
>Your only time having sex with her, and you can't even do it properly.
>Eventually, you came all over her beautiful thighs.
>You pulled her dress down, your cum sticking to her dress. For good measure, you covered the bottom with the blanket.
>The scent will take a while to go away, but you can already tell the flowers and time will overpower it.
>You pulled up her top, kissed her on the lips one last time, then got off her and raised the casket.
>And like that, you disappeared into the night, swearing to never forget this once in a life time moment.

3/3
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>>28983630
>>28983633
>>28983636
Gross and sad/10, there was more effort. Not worth it though.
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>>28983656
Nice, but one guy did it already. He will be back soon enough.
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>>28983651
Well, if there was one thing to take away from this, it's that working with the story in notepad then splitting it works better than just writing in the post, since you're not pressured by the character limit.

Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/9BxB0w5s
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>>28983689
>>28983636
Ten out of ten. Very dank meme. Here's a sqeakquel.

>Be Anon the Anonymous Anon.
>It is a dark and stormy night.
>You're at home, reading a magazine with the rain outside pitter pattering the window.
>You hear a noise in the corner of your nearby kitchen. But you don't care enough to investigate.
>That funeral was so many weeks ago. But it was lovely that you got a chance to fulfill your weird ass fetish before that girl was put into the ground.
>Waaaaay too lazy to dig and all that shit.
>Like, lol no. fuck that.
>But then you set your magazine down and realize something.
>THEY BURIED HER IN A PET CEMETERY.
>Oh shit!
>All of the windows break at once and hundreds of dead dogs, cats, hamsters, gerbils, lizards, chipmunks, goldfish, frogs, squirrels and rabbits invade your home.
>Spring up from the couch and make a run for the door, but you're cornered and have to jump over them to make it to the stairs.
>Ewwwww~
>Run up the stairs only to find a swarm of dead birds and flies blocking the path to your indoor tomato garden.
"Shitshitshitshitshirt!"
>Jump back down to the first floor through the open bannister part of the second floor, but a dead bear catches you and all of the dead animals cheer.
"NOOOOO!" You regret buttering Flutterbutter's buttered butter with your cream cheese.
>The animals rip your clothes off and proceed to take turns fucking you to death and forcing you to join their ranks.
>They then trap you in a cage and take you all the way over to the pet cemetery.
>There, Fluttershy waits for you in the middle of a Tower Of Silence™, only mostly decayed now even though it's been weeks and she should be a spooky skeleton at this point. (At least that's how I think that works based on timelapse videos I've seen ((don't ask)) ).
>"I am Queen Nepthys! The Egyptian Goddess of the dead!" Fluttershy tells you, then somehow kills you again even though you are already dead.
>She kills you so hard that you die to death.

T H E E N D
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>>28983833
I laughed my ass off.
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>>28983833
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Anyone else having trouble connecting to the captcha?
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>>28983833
THE END is just another lie.
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bumpo
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>>28978731
JohnJoseco is Awesome.
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>>28983833
Top kek
By the way good job slapping around the Sunset thread a little, that shit was glorious
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Damnit, Greeentext. Stop wasting your time on the Shimmerfags.
They're slightly more mentally ill than other waifufags and it's just exacerbating your descent into madness.
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>>28986150
We just had a story where Anon rapes a dead Fluttershy and THEY'RE slightly more mentally ill?
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>>28986159
In general, yeah.
With this thread, it's just one or two guys that are going crazy.
I'm also pretty sure that the Anon that initially wrote that green was also huffing from the same dragon clouds Greentext has been sniffing, which in terms means Greentext's madness is spreading.
Another reason why he needs to stop handing around that thread.
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>>28986159
>>28983833
>>28983636

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eyV-cVYzLlM
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so is anyone going to do anything with the prompt or what
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>>28986987
After I finish playing some more Dishonored 2.
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Standing.
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>>28987962
MG green when
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>>28983636
Can it end with anon getting exposed and shamed in public by rainbow or sunset and then he hangs himself because he's a pathetic fuck?
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>>28986195
>Greentext's madness is spreading.
This is a good thing what with how shit most of /mlp/ has become. Greeny is both the hero we need and the hero we deserve. Standing up to the bullshit like the madman he is.
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>>28988760
>liking his hatred for all waifufags
>liking his writing where he claims to do this to piss off waifufags, but instead pleases them
>liking him being greedy for your (you)s like some real life faggot, or if he gets too few he doesn't continue
>liking him after making TaT miserable
>thinking it's a good thing his mindset is spreading
And that's why we lack in content.
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>>28988852
This thread lacks content because it's considered a cancer filled shit hold where greens go to die, things like this >>28986150 hardly help either.
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>>28988852
I kinda got to agree with this Anon. Let's be honest here. Wasting time spamming other threads with green solely to piss them off is kinda sad. I mean i don't like the wifufags either but i don't fuck with them. It's just a waste of time, just hide it and move on. But nope. Got to fuck with them for those sweet sweet (You)'s instead of writing for a thread that doesn't piss you off.
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>>28988867
Exactly. But people don't stop to think of that. Instead we'd rather dig our hole even deeper.
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>>28988852
>but instead pleases them
Have you even seen the thread? Some can't even decide if they want to read his stuff because they're afraid it'll be another bad ending. And the ones who are reading are literally begging him for a good end. He has them in the palm of his hand so badly it's hilarious.
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>>28988884
Idk about you but it's been working for him
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>>28988894
>>28988898
Yeah, but... is it really worth his time? I don't think he even gets anything out of this. Half the people on this board are just going to dislike him more as a result.
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>>28988939
This
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>>28988939
>Half the people on this board are just going to dislike him more as a result.
I wouldn't say the whole board, but he'd have a bad rep with the Shimmerfags no doubt. I hope that's not what he wants.
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>>28988972
Either way, I think it would be better for everyone if he leaves them alone. There is nothing for him to gain.
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Are there any stories of Trixie being a stripper and shaking her obviously fake tits in front of Twilight and being proud of it?
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>>28985543
Lucky fucking cat.
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>>28988852
>>28988867
Thread lacks content because everyone else is in Discord chat shitposting each other.
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>>28988988
>>28988972
>>28988939
Except that's exactly what he wants and you're missing the whole point.
He hates waifufags and honestly couldn't care less if they hate him or not. He does things to watch the discourse.
Shimmerfags just tend to be the loudest manbabies of them all.

>>28988852
Also, you.
Shut the fuck up.
TaT was never supposed to happen. It was a one post long story about Anon rejecting Sunset because Grey was sick of the greentext tropes all the time.
//You// people were the ones that forced him to continue it. Did you expect the story by an anti-waifufag to evolve into your waifufag wet dream?
If you didn't realise what you were getting into, you're genuinely retarded.

He is an attention whore though, that's totally true. He admits it outright though, so there's nothing to really say there.
The board isn't dying because of a "problematic" writer you guys don't like.
The fandom is just dying.
If you don't like it, why don't you try writing?
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I've always been curious, since I write green from time to time, to those who use Anon as a character where do you draw inspiration from for Anon's character? Do you see characteristics of yourself when you write the character, characteristics you aspire to have, plausible character in the story, develop it as you go, random, or something else. Especially for long time authors who have ongoing stories or those that have multiple stories going on at one time.
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>>28989717
A mix of all that. I base Anon off a more meeker self.
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>to those who use Anon as a character where do you draw inspiration from for Anon's character
'Anonymous' is just a culmination of the typical 4channer traits: obnoxious, foul-mouthed, prone to irrational fits of anger. That's the typical inspiration, which is reflected in most greens.
In spite of this, girls/mares usually fall for him because he's intended to be a self-insert.
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>>28988852
When I speak of Green's madness, I mean I'm less concerned that he's taking the piss out of waifufags and more concerned that he's going to basically have a psychotic break if he keeps surrounding himself with waifufags.

>>28988867
I thought that was /normal norman/?
Emphasis on 'was.'
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>>28978731
I want to put my hands on those hips and then vomit on her. is that so wrong?
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>>28990038
You were okay until you made it to the vomit part. So, no.
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>>28989717
For the story I'm currently writing, I'm mixing it all, witg a bit of inspiration here and there. At the moment though, I'm basing the anon on a guy I used to know. I do self insert a little bit, but I try not to do it too much.

Bump from 8
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>>28978731
I want to hug her and as soon my hands move down to her waist I'll kiss her.

Am I a bad person for doing that?
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>>28990065
I got nervous okay.
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>>28990701
Nope, but it will be a dream. Forever.
>>28990707
I thought about it for a second, then I realized that's a South Park joke.
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>>28990714
>South Park joke
link please.
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>>28990714
>dream. Forever
Implying that are no rebirths and multiverse.
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>>28990726
Any time Stan was around whats her name before the big movie. Its a old joke they did.
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>>28989998
That fucker has already had at least two psychotic breaks this year alone. Just keep him away from people who are amazing at writing and he's stable for the most part.
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ha
wow its been a while since i posted (Since September) but now im back.
heres the story if you dont remember:

http://pastebin.com/9r6Rumx1
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>>28991447


>This guy cant be serious
>You realize that you couldn't have been more wrong when he hands you your work uniform, a gray shirt with dark blue trim, with large letters that say "GAMES" in a quirky, pretentious font.
>At least it wasn't Comic Sans. eugh.
>"Okay, so, rules!" Braeburn said, not looking up from the paper he was writing on.
>"No free food, no Free turns for your friends, no freebies, no free upgrades..."
>"s-so everyone has to pay for everything." you deduct.
>He nods. "Everyone has to pay for everythin'."
>"Oh, and while working in games, no one wins a Giant-Ass-Panda."
>You blink at what your heard.
>"Yeah, we don't have a lot of those..." Fritters says to you, giving an apologetic smile.
>Before you could complain, another knock was heard at the door.
>In comes a grey girl with straight purple hair also in a games outfit.
>She gives you a bored stare, then looks to your new boss. "Hey Brae," she draws on in a monotone voice. "I am going on my lunch break."
>"Ah, actually, whouldja mind takin Anon here an showin him the ropes?"
>She folds her arms under her... you're going to guess c cup breasts, and gives a curt huff, nodding quickly.
>"Great!" He said, and turned to you, "Now with acceptin that there t-shirt, I hereby announce you-"
>"Hired!" the green haired yes-woman interjected.
>The cowboy looked a bit disappointed. "Well I uh..."
>"um... sorry Brae-"
>"Yeah, usually i say.. that... that's like a ceremonial thing; the t-shirt."
>...
>Well alright then.
>You feel a hand tap your shoulder, and leave with the purple haired girl, letting the smell of pasta permeate through the room.
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>>28991460
Good to see you back m8.
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>>28991460

>"Okay, new guy. Let's get this over with." she said, slightly looking back at you. "I am Maud Pie."
>You've heard that last name somewhere before.
"Anonymous, or Anon." you say, with a small smile.
>She blinks thoughtfully. Guess that's a start.
>You walk through the park with guests young and old floating about through the rides and carnival games.
>You notice some people from high school having fun on one of the mini-coasters. Who knew they would come to a place like this.
>The two of you stop near a booth
>"Here is the first of many inexplicably horrible games." she droned, pointing to the sign. "The Flying Dutchman."
a light brown haired guy with a portable gaming system sat behind the booth, waiting for someone to pass by, you guessed.
>Behind the man there were acrylic painted milk bottles, of both cream and red variety mixed in.
>"One dollar gets you five rings, toss the rings onto the bottles and you win a prize. get one of the rings on the red bottle and you win a Giant-Ass-Panda." she advised, pointing at the panda that, if you had to guess, was about as tall as you and about two times as fat.
>You could agree that this was one Giant ass panda.
>"It is one of the best games in the park, and that is because this game is unwinnable."
>You had heard that carnivals sometimes rig their games, but you always thought that was just a myth because of how infamously hard these things were.
>Apparently not.
>You inspect the rings that you toss, and notice that some of the rings were slightly bent into an oval shape, as well as some of the red bottle openings.
>Clever girl.
"So nobody ever wins?"
>Maud raised her eyebrow, showing, for once, a little bit of emotion on her face.
>"If someone actually wins a giant ass panda on your watch, you should probably just go home, because you would be fired, okay?"
>You smirk and give a light chuckle, but her face didn't change.
>Oh she wasn't kidding.
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>>28991447
Going to reread, will notice your update when done.
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>>28991473
thanks darlin~
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>>28991495
aaand pastebin updated.

driving home from work, so ill be back in a bit with another update, probably.
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>>28991512
Neat.
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>>28978731
Should I feel bad for taking her glasses off before placing her down on the ground while I place pulsating dick on her?
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>>28992030
Maybe? She does like to actually see what happens next.
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>>28992050
Green Text please.
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Here's some more Fuckin' Nature because I'm just tired right now from playing online Flash games from like 2005 in a school computer lab all day. Sh-shut up! I was having fun!

>Crickets start chirping early, and you lie back on top of your sleeping bag as you listen to them surround you in the unseen wilderness.
>Trixie should be back in here any minute now. You should probably pretend to be asleep by the time she gets here.
>Slip into your newly cleaned sleeping bag and roll onto your side with a quiet groan.
>Nothing yet.
>You have time to sleep.
>But you end up relaxing on your side for the longest time, keeping your eyes closed only for a few minutes before opening them again out of some misplaced curiosity.
>Footsteps are approaching the tent.
>Slow your breathing and gently hut your eyes, looking as convincing as you can.
>You hear the zipper get pulled down and shuffling spread throughout the tent. Things being moved around.
>Stay perfectly still so Trixie won't think to talk to you.
>But she doesn't seem to be doing anything quietly enough to keep you from "waking up".
>She probably isn't buying this charade.
>Lie on your side for a little bit longer.
>Trixie falls silent for what feels like about five minutes, but you soon get the impression that her eyes are on you.
>”You can move around now if you want. Doesn’t make a difference.”
>She probably expected to hear you exhale.
>”Trixie has to admit, you’re a determined, but pretty bad liar.”
“I just don’t feel like talking right now.”
>Your response is met with a few seconds of silence.
“T-trixie?”
>You suddenly feel her drop herself on top of you… again.
>”Why the hell not?”
“Because… It’s just awk- a little awkward, I guess… I think…” You go straight to using softer words.
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>>28992231
>Hear the sound of Trixie’s hair hitting the sleeping bag as she shakes her head.
>”Mm-mm… no, that’s not the acceptable way of dealing with this. Trixie will not let you make this awkward.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” The soft words got pushed out by agitation. “YOU’RE the one who made this awkward!”
>”Trixie is certainly not.” The girl’s mouth is right next to your ear; you can barely smell her cherry scented breath. “It’s only awkward if you let it be awkward.”

More sooner or later.

>>28991495
Great work. Keep going.
>>28989222
This posts pretty much explains it, except two things. Time After Time's original form "Rejecting Sunset" is seven posts long, not just one. And I could have easily stopped at any time, no one was forcing me. But I didn't because... well... I was getting a lot of attention from TaT, literally sue me.
Also, you seem to say things the same way 12 does, are you him?
>>28992077
Don't tempt me~
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>>28992231
Hey, no one blames you, 2005 had some good stuff.
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>>28991524
Why did you post that?
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>>28992254
>Don't tempt me

Time to tempt you with the following
>>28990701
>>28992030
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>>28992283
Anon pls. I'm going to write something for >>28991524 instead because of that.
>>28992262
Pic related.
Slippery Slope was probably the hardest level I've played so far, but I've completed the entire first 30 episodes from start to finish today.
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>>28992332
>Slippery Slope
Never heard of it.

Why do you want to green text Trixie.
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>Walk in
>See this
>What do?
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>>28992966
Leave and have foreplay with Sci Twi.
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>>28993026
>>28970769
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>>28992030
>>28992050
>>28992077
>You will see her glasses bounce in sync with her tits while you fuck her.
>She will never ask you to cum on her glasses because of a fetish she has.
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>>28992966
post the nsfw version

http://fav.me/daqi536
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>>28992361
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n3eEXNm7HM0
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>>28993622
Green when?
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>>28991447
Well shit, now I want a pic or voice acted animation of Maud walking with someone through the carnival and saying "toss the rings onto the bottles and you win a prize. Get one of the rings on the red bottle and you win a Giant-Ass-Panda."
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bump from 9
>>28993622
I prefer to breed the sexy nerd girl, but marking her glasses is hot too.
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>>28996033
>Not doing both
C'mon
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>>28996095
>That booty.
SAAAAAAAVED. Also, how do you hit the womb and the glasses at the same time?
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>>28996108
I never said you had to do it with one ejaculation, that's for the pornstars. Guys can go at it more than once a day you know.
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>>28996165
Wait a second, I just thought of the right position. Super mating press where the ass is vertical, flood the womb until it spills over onto her face.
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>>28996172
Oh, yeah. Well I hope your SO does yoga.
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>>28995014
I cackled
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>>28993622
>You get caught by her brother right after you cum on her glasses?
>"S-Shining?"
>It turns out her brother is a sergeant in the army.
>"I'll try to stop him, but Anon you need to run?"
Wat do?
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>>28996735
https://youtu.be/ySJ1Z5o8y5w
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>>28996735
>but Anon you need to run?"
Why did you put a question mark here?
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>>28996755
Sorry type to fast.
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>>28996735
>Shining then frowns.
>"Aaaaaw, you didn't invite me?"
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>>28992332
I cant even rememver how many school keyboards i smashed because of that game. Didn't touch it again after I completed it.
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>>28996735
>caught by her brother
How we're not at her house so how does he know?
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>>28993026
ew gross.
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>>28998929
please explain.
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>>28998935
twilight is worst pone/human duh.
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>>28996735
>>28997866
>She said there is no one was at her house.
>It so happens that was the day that Shining was granted leave and wanted to surprise his little sister.
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>>28998979
>Surprise his little sister.
What kind of surprise?
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>>28999018
A special brother surprise.
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>>28999027
I thought so.
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>>28999046
>>28999027
Too bad she's Anon's now.
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>Shining mouth was agape when stumble upon anon and twilight.
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>>28999046
Like a big hug and gets her a limited edition of a book.
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>>28999060
She doesn't have a choice?
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>>28999069
What is it about?
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>>28999069
Awww, how sweet of him.

We all know where that book is going.
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While I was stroking her hair my nose bleed is that normal?
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>>28999070
Anon is better.
>>28999084
A new autographed copy by Daring Do herself?
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>>28999090
>Anon is better.
please explain
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>>28999099
Better fuck, better boyfriend in general, Shining is a married man already, and Anon isn't, yet.. Need I go on?
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>>28999069
>>28999084
>She will never try to read it while you are fucking her from behind.
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>>28999113
I feel sad now.
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>>28996735
>>28998979
>>28999069
Alex I summon you.
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>>28998979
>She said there is no one was at her house.>It so happens that was the day that Shining was granted leave and wanted to surprise his little sister.
More please.
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>>28999108
This.

Plus no related, so society be against them.
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>>28996735
>Wat do?
The only appropriate response is to look him dead in the eyes, and continue with hollowing out his sister. Not braking eye contact until you finish.
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>>28999203
Why are trying get yourself killed?
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>>28999218
Need to achieve dominance.
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>>28999218
If his face is the one in the pic>>28999203
I think shining would be a bit to scared. I mean hell I'd be more embarrassed if i walked in on my sister getting fucked then mad.
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>>28999203
This. Just don't forget to be a gentleman and cuddle with her after.
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>>28999277
No I just make a loud fart and then vomit on her.
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>>28999296
And the award for lowest piece of shit goes too...(you).
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Thread status
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>>28999313
But what happens if she likes?
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>>28999319
Why does that duck look familiar? I'm thinking Courage the Cowardly dog.
>>28999324
Mass suicide.
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>>28999296
Nah man just stroke her hair and hug her.

>>28999319
prove it.
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>>28999328
>Mass suicide.
please explain.
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>>28999330
This
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>>28978731
>Be Anon.
>Be the blind student that just transferred to CPA.
>These girls help you but sometimes make you do lewd things.
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>>28999355
>Oh, you poor baby."
>You say nothing, content to simply lay with your head in Sour Sweet's lap as she runs her fingers through your hair.
>"I'm going to murder those rainbow dykes!"
>You sigh dramatically.
"Please, I'm used to people treating me differently by now. There's no need to use violence... but I guess there's no real harm in resorting to it either... y'know, I mean if you all want to."
>You turn your head slightly at the sound of Sugarcoat's voice.
>"Are you sure there's nothing we can do to make you feel better, Anon? You must feel pretty bad now that everybody at your school's probably talking about you behind you back."
>Trust Sugarcoat to actually make you feel genuinely a little bad.
>You ponder things for a moment.
"Well I suppose a group hug couldn't hurt."
>A chorus of 'awws' can be heard as the assembled girls lean in and embrace you all at once.
>"Who could be mean to Anon? He's such a big cuddly teddy bear."
>You grin.
>You're not sure who they belong to, but you can totally feel at least three sets of boobs squishing into you right now.
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>>28999355
I remember that thread, did it archive so soon? I thought it was going to be a Daredevil themed story in the /sup/ thread.
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>>28999380
>Girls know what he's doing all along
>"I heard that when you're blind, all your other senses get more sensitive to pick up the slack. How many times do you think we can make him cum?"
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>>28999390
>Sour Sweet will never whisper in your ear.
>"I don't mind if you give them a little squeeze or two."
>You feel anothor hand guide your free hand to a different body and softly slide down to what feels like hips and land on a big orb.
>You hear a surprised gasp.
>"Oh Lemon Zest you naughty girl you're making the blind boy touch your butt~"
>Sour Sweet acts shocked with a hint of sarcasm to her voice.
>Being blind has its benefits.
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>>28999396
>Lemon Zest puts Anon's hand on her bare breast and asks him what the bumps on her areola say in braille.
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>>28999355
>These girls
What could go wrong.
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>>28999415
Nothing but sexiness.
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>>28999355
I flooded as I see this pic is that normal?
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>>28999405
>Sunny Flare makes a braille message.
>"Hey Dearie, can you please read this out loud so the girls can here it.
>You put your finger and trace it against the bumps.
"Anon will you please-"
>Your finger traces the next set.
"Grab m- Ohh"
>"That's not what it says Dearie, can you please finish it for me?"
"P-please grab m-me by the pussy. Heart Sunny Flare."
>"Good boy.~"
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>>28999455
>Weeks before.
>Anon is just accepted to CPA
>A nice girl Sunny Flare helps you around and introduces you to her friends during lunch break.
>One of her friends Lemon Zest asks you
>"So have you always been blind or did something happen?"
>"Oh my god Lemon Zest you can't just ask people why they're blind." Sunny's friend Sugarcoat with heavy toxicity
>You explained to them when you were eight years old you saved a older man from a truck about to hit him, but it hit you instead and it so happened that truck had acid on it then got in your eyes.
>"Oh you poor brave thing."cries Sour Sweet who was sitting besides you and Sunny. You then feel your head getting pulled to a space with two mounds resting on your cheeks and two hands wrap around you in a hug.
>Sour Sweet then says
>"And if anyone tries to mess with you I'LL RIP THEIR JUGULAR WITH MY BARE HANDS!"
>You could get used to this.
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>>28999499
Holy shit
> THEIR JUGULAR
they used the right word! Still needs to put out* before their to make the sentence work though.
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>>28999537
>JUGULAR
Is it weird that i'm turned on after reading that?
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>>28978731
The pic is perfect
based JJ
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>>28999313
at least it's not pee and poop.
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>>28999638
yea i dont understand why people hate on him. skorpd same faces a fuckton harder than jj does and its a shame because skorpd did try to give the girls different faces when he first started but i guess it was too difficult for him to convey their personalities and attitudes into facial expressions. still love the porn tho.
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>>28999947
yup
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lewdness
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>>28999121
>Thinking you can just summon him out of nowhere
Ha!
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>>29003405
I place a card face down and end my turn.
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Threadie want upsies!
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>>28978731
Any greens with Photo Finish?
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>>29003936
>You will never fuck the exchange student from Germany.
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Prompt >>28978731
P1
>Yesterday evening, Flash went for a jog, music streaming from his earbuds as he made his way through town.
>Eventually, his route took him near Pinkie Pie's home.
>As he drew closer to it, he spotted a familiar girl in the distance: Twilight Sparkle.
>Judging by her attire, Flash inferred she was sleeping over.
>But one thing in particular caught his attention: she seemed to be missing her glasses.
>He drew closer...
'Yep. No glasses...'
>Odd. From their brief initial encounter, she seemed pretty blind without them.
'Probably wearing contacts.'
>He considered trying to avoid her.
>It wasn't her fault that they shared a face, but he didn't need any more reminders regarding the cute, kinda freaky (in all the right ways) princess from another dimension.
>But running away won't get him over her, so he continued towards the house.
'Ok. I'll just wave if she sees me. Slow down a bit and wave. Or nod.'
>He gets closer.
'Should I say something? Nah. Just be quick. Wave and go on.'
>And she looks to her left.
'Ok. She sees me. Just wave.'
>He waved, a nervous smile cracking across his face.
>She just stared at him.
'Can she even see me? Whatever.'
>He sighed, eyes downcast.
>Her posture straightened, eyes widening.
>"Flash?"
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>>29003972
P2
>He could barely hear her, the distance between them playing a minor role in that regard compared to his music.
>But, he heard just enough that he was prompted to look up at her again.
>She moved to meet him and he came to a halt a few feet from her.
>Turning his music down, he stared at her, dumbfounded.
'Maybe she's finally going to tell me off for always staring at her or whatever.'
>He cringed at the thought.
>He didn't mean to stare. How could his eyes not linger?
>She was basically his only chance to see that beautiful princess again.
'Maybe that's a little creepy, but...'
>All things considered, he was glad none of the girls could read his mind, even if they could read the desperation on his face.
>"Flash."
>He snapped out of his thoughts and looked to her.
>"It's... been awhile."
>He blinked a few times. He saw her throughout the school day.
"What are you... wait. You're..."
>...
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>>29003972
Flash is trash.
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>>29003982
P3
>Twilight shuffles her feet, eyes downcast as she admires the way the cold, morning sand shifts about between her toes.
>Flash does a few stretches, eyes closed and ears focused on the soft ebbing and flowing of the tide.
>The stretches helped to loosen up his muscles.
>But, mostly, they gave him an excuse to put off talking to Twilight and gather his thoughts.
'Ok. So, she's here. What now?'
>He rolls his shoulders.
'Should we just run? Shoot the breeze? Do both?'
>Hooking his left arm under his right, he twists his torso left to right.
>A point comes where he twists a little farther to the left than before, holding the pose as his muscles strain in such a way that a feeling he could only describe as 'relief' spreads from his back through his body,
>The feeling prompts an involuntary shudder.
>"Flash?"
>Which didn't go unnoticed.
"Y-yeah?"
>The word stumbles out in a pitch higher than intended.
>"Are you okay?"
>Her eyes are on him, he feels, her head most likely tilted to the side and her brows kitted in an unsure frown.
>He considers continuing his stretching and offering a token response.
'But what's the point?'
>After all, he'd just be postponing the inevitable. And wasting her time.
>With a sigh, he turns to face her.
>Her attire consists of a purple, form fitting, sleeveless shirt and dark blue shorts with her star crest adorned on their sides.
>A second or so passes before Flash realizes he's staring at her, prompting his eyes to dart to the ground, only to land on her feet.
"Uh. Yee..."
>Craning his neck, he looks to the sky and rubs at the back of his neck.
"What was the question again?"
>She lets out a lighthearted scoff.
>"Are you ok? You're acting pretty... distant."
"Am I?"
>The words come out in a subconscious grumble, quick and harsh.
>Twilight flinches and stares at him for a moment, dejection overtaking her mood as her sights drift back to her feet.
>Flash can only cringe in response.
'Nice going...'
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>>29003988
P4
"Sorry. I'm just a little antsy..."
>She looks at him, an unsure smile on her face. "Oh."
"Sorry."
>Twilight opens her mouth to speak, hesitating a moment before glancing away. "It's ok."
>Kicking at the sand, Flash takes a deep breath.
'No point in dragging this out.'
"So, you ready to get started?"
>She gives him a nod, her lips curling into a small smile.
>"Yes... But I'm a little confused."
"By what?"
>"Well, it's just that I'm not really the athletic type."
>He lets out a chuckle.
"I kinda had you pegged for a bookworm, what with that stack of books I saw you carrying in... that one video..."
>She giggles and shakes her head, "It's alright. I'm over it."
>Feeling relieved, Flash smiles.
"Good. Great."
>"But..."
>He waits for her to continue, her eyes looking into his expectantly.
>And then it dawns on him.
"Oh! I... well. I kinda asked you spur of the moment."
>"Really?" She looks at him curiously.
"Yeah... I thought it'd be nice to have someone to exercise with me."
>He takes a deep breath.
'Don't mess this up.'
>And gives her the smoothest smile he can manage.
"Especially beautimable as someone as you."
>She tilts her head to the side, "Beautimable?"
'N-no!'
"I-I mean, s-someone as beauti... as beau-ti-ti... as be-ti... as nice as you."
>A smile spreads across her face as she combs a hand through her hair.
>"I'm a little surprised, but I'm glad you think so."
'Surprised?'
>Before he can get a word out, she shivers.
>"Brrr! I'm getting a little cold in this outfit..."
>He looks her over again, eyes lingering as she tugs at the collar of her shirt.
>"It's too bad humans don't have coats."
"Ah? Ye-yeah. Well, just not ones made out of our hair."
>"True. True."
"Anyways, you'll warm up pretty quick once we get started."
>He points to a building in the distance.
"Let's try the treadmills first. Get our blood pumping."
>With a nod, she goes to gather her shoes and follows after Flash.
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>>29003993
P5
>The building is more of an open shack of sorts. Or balcony. Or whatever.
>No one save a lone employee is there, her attention more or less focused on tidying up the area.
>She spares them a glance before going back to work as Flash makes his way to one of the treadmills.
"Ok, so what you do is press this button. And the way these buttons start to glow means its on."
>Fascinated, she nods and leans in close.
"See these ones? They control how fast the treadmill goes."
>The machine springs to life, its tread slowly making its rounds.
>"Right, right."
"And these control the incline."
>The tread angles upwards.
>"Oh, in order to simulate somewhat different terrain?"
"Right. And that's about all you need to know. Well, this button automatically lowers the speed and incline to zero."
>The tread lowers and comes to a halt.
"And you can turn the treadmill off by pressing the first button I showed you."
>She nods. "I've seen something similar in Equestria, but this is a lot more advanced."
"Think you can handle it?"
>"Of course," she says as she steps onto the treadmill.
>After looking over the control pad, she presses a button labeled '3.'
"You might want to-"
>The machine jerks to life, Twilight's feet nearly sliding out from under her before she reflexively grabs onto the machine's handlebars.
"-do that."
>He can't help but chuckle as Twilight uses the handlebars to hold herself up, her feet touching down on the sides of the treadmill as she looks at the tread itself.
>She shoots him a dirty look before tentatively touching down on the tread.
>A little shaky at first, she eventually gets the hang of it and keeps up with the tread.
>Smiling, Flash makes his way to another treadmill and begins his own work out.
>But not before calling out to her,
"Not bad for a rookie."
>She spares him a deadpan glance.
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>>29003997
P6
>Flash lets out a sigh as his treadmill comes to a halt, his attention soon turning to Twilight.
"Ready for some lifting?"
>Her treadmill follows suit and she makes her way over to him.
>"Weight lifting?"
"Yeah. We can use the ones out here."
>He points to several stands set against a wall.
"They're not too heavy. I think the highest weight out here is 50 pounds."
>"Really?"
"Yeah. We'd need a membership to use the heavier ones since they're inside the building."
>She looks to the stand, then back to him.
>"How much... can you lift?"
>He gulps.
'80 at most.'
"I, uh. I can bench press..."
>He casually looks about the room, eyes settling on a framed picture of a blonde-haired, black-eyed male.
"220. I can bench press that much. Yeah."
>She raises an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"W-well. I mean, I usually just lift 90. Keeps me fit without looking too cocky, you know?"
>"I see."
>She goes quiet for a moment, eyes darting to the ground before settling on him again.
>"Can you lift me?"
"I... what?"
>Her face reddens a bit. "Would you like to lift me? I weigh more then 80 pounds, most likely."
>He can't believe what he's hearing.
"Are... are you sure?"
>She nods, brushing back a strand of her hair. "You wanted to exercise and, well, as your partner, I feel that this is the best way I can help you in that regard."
>His heart pounds wildly in his chest.
"Ok. If you're sure."
>No turning back. He had to impress her.
>He makes his way over, hands tentatively reaching out.
'I'll do it. I'll lift her over my head and then set her down.'
>She turns a little, preparing to be held bridal style.
'Just a quick lift and then set her down.'
>He lightly grips her shoulder and leans down a bit to scoop at-
>"Twilight Sparkle?!"
>A feeling of dread washes over him.
'That voice.'
>He turns to its source, his worst fear realized.
'Trixie!'

Done for now,
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>>29003985
Shhh, it'll be alright...
https://chrome.google.com/webstore/detail/search-and-replace/bldchfkhmnkoimaciljpilanilmbnofo?hl=en-GB
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>>29003985
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>>29003959
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>>29004021
Or he could just wait for Greentext to show up again since his autism has been triggered.
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>>29004065
Just entertaining myself really. I wanted to see if he'd actually use it.
Brownie points if he decides to keep the extension.
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>>28991495
>The pair of you walked to the next carnival ride.
>well dressed mannequins with bowler hats are spinning in and out of view.
"The object here is to knock off the guys' hats, right?" You guess.
>"Correct, Anon. However that is not all that possible, since..."
>Maud trailed off, checking behind her.
>"Half of the hats are glued on to their heads." she whispers, tugging at one of the heads, demonstrating that they probably used extra strength glue, as it barely budged.
>A little bit later, walking around the carnival grounds, the purple haired gal explained some more unsaid rules.
>"Its a 9 hour job, of course, no free stuff. You get a 5 minute pee break every hour."
>She looks at you fully instead of doing her usual one-sided glance.
>"I'd suggest saving some of those in case you have to go number 2." she droned.
>As you walked you passed near one of the mini coasters, and there sat Flash on top of the cart with some red head girl.
>He dawned a red shirt that had the words RIDES in the same pretentious font.
>It suited him, oddly enough.
>"Yo Anon!" He shouted, passing you by on the ride.
>"They got you working on games?? What a pussy!"
>You take it back, it suited him fully. He was a cunt.
>"You're such a pussy!!" he yelled back at you from the distance.
>Maud scowled at him before turning back to you. "An acquaintance of yours...?" she asked.
"Yeah. He used to be my best friend."
>"Oh."
"Then I turned four."
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>>29005300
>A while later you appeared at a shootout station.
>"Two dollars gets them four balls. Make all the shots and they get a prize."
>She then waves you to come closer to the hoop.
>"So if you stand directly below the hoop, you will see that it has been hammered into an oval shape." she states almost robotically.
>"But from back where they're supposed to be standing, they would not be able to tell."
>From what you're gathering all of these games have been rigged.
>This is worse than the damn Krusty Krab.
>Eat your heart out Mr.Krabs.
"Jesus... that's so wrong."
>"Hm. Yes. A criminal abuse of the laws of perspective." she sighed. "I don't see anything wrong with that."
>You didn't want to believe what you just heard.
"These people are being conned out of their money Maud, don't you care about that?"
>"How so?" she asked, a sliver of humor in her voice. "There is nothing saying that things would be fair, no signs. we merely take the usual rules and bend them to fit. Both figuratively, and literally."
>She notices your facial expression and puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder.
>"It gets easier. I was the same way that you were, Anonymous."
>You felt a tiny bit better for her trying to console you.
>"Come along, lets go get you a booth."
>You nod and follow.
>"Your life must have, as the kids say, taken a sharp 'L' if you are taking a job like this."
>She wasn't wrong.
"I was supposed to go to the Gallopingos Islands, but my family has money problems."
>That was the short version. You didn't wanna bore her with the longer one.
>She scoffed. "Wait till your parents decide for you to take up their business to make money FOR them."
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>>29005327
>>29005300
Not bad
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>>29003936
Not that I know of.
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>>28994725
Lab was really hard for me too. Fuckin' rocket.
>>29004065
>since his autism has been triggered.
By what? I don't know what you're expecting me to do. I don't mind Flash being in stories, unlike some people.
Also, a short story for >>28991524 as promised.

>It was a cold and rainy night, and Trixie was staying after school for some reason.
>She sat in her desk and played card with herself because lonely or something idk.
>She heard a noise down the hall from the classroom, and instantly got scared because she was alone in the fucking school on a cold and rainy and snowy night.
>It was January, by the way. Fuck that month, but it'll do.
With her heart beating out of her chest, Trixie locked the door to the classroom to protect herself. Whoever it was started to approach the door that closed a bit too loudly.
>The doorknob is dismantled and Flash Sentry entered the room ZOMG FUCK FLASH WORST STORY EVER. >:((((
>Trixie couldn't put up a good fight because Flash had Chloroform or however that word is spelled.
>She drifted awake once more to find herself tied to a pole against the gym bleachers, ropes around her body and her skirt tucked upward to reveal her underwear.
>Trixie screamed, but it was muffled. Flash Sentry walked up to her from a bouncy castle and started honking a tricycle horn at her.
>Trixie was confused, but remembered how she liked tricycles when she was a kid and started to become intoxicated from the sound.
>Like Novocain at the dentist or something idk you think of an analogy lmao.
>Flash then fingered Trixie because it's near the gym bleachers but not under it and not Rarity, but close enough.
>Flash got all the girls now, so this is how you know it was before the SciTwi era.
>Trixie smiled and laughed as Flash's bicycle charm set in and she was all happy, not scared of the spooky night school anymore.
>Flash was just trying to make her conquer her fear, and Flash is the big hero of this story.
The end, close enough idfc.
/character limit
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>>29005479
Flash isnt bad in stories at all. I rather like it when he isnt a big douche in most stories, but here i am calling the kettle black...
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>>29005479
No, I meant that other Anon's autism was triggered by his rrrhate for Flash.
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>>29005300
nice update
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is Sarge still alive?
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>>29007033
As far as I know, yeah. His fap hand took a hit from what I've heard and he's recovering, which is why he hasn't been writing.
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>>29007033
basically this>>29007425
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>>29005300
Kek, sick burn.
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>>29005327
Nice update. Igneous -would- do that, looking at this realistically, not sure the man in him would be cool with just watching his precious daughters working without helping. Feels bad man, Pie sisters deserves better.
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>>28988006
[Prototype]
P1
>The scene opens to a snow battered compound, the darkness of nightfall edging out what little light remains on the horizon.
>A soldier, decked in a heavy parka and carrying scary looking gun, casually patrols the area.
>Unbeknownst to him, an intruder stalks around him and slips into the compound.
>For a moment, the intruder surveys the new environment.
'Coast is clear.'
>Raising his right wrist, he begins to fiddle with the watch strapped to it before lightly pressing his left earlobe.
"I'm in."
>The watch's screen springs to life with the image of a bespectacled, purple skinned man.
>"No alerts this time? I'm impressed."
"FES needs to invest in better security... And last time wasn't my fault, Atom."
>Atom chuckles at this, his eyes darting to something on his desk.
>"I know, I know. Bad bit of luck that was."
"Any mission updates?"
>Nodding, Atom raises a stack of papers to his face.
>"Looks like you might catch a glimpse of the woman in charge: Celestia Royalis, Code Name: Starfire."
"Starfire, huh?"
>"Yep. She's a superhuman. The reports I've read say she can toss out fireballs reaching up to about 9001 degrees."
>The intruder smirks.
"So you're saying she's pretty hot?"
>"Heh. Well, see for yourself," Atom says, his video feed switching to a woman's image.
"Hmm. Practically a goddess."
>"Get serious, Flash."
>The intruder flinches a bit as the image flickers out, replaced with that of a frowning military man.
"I'm always serious when it comes to women, Captain."
>"Is that a fact?"
>Flash grimaces at the new, yet familiar voice.
"Is that Shimmer?"
>The Captain's image is replaced with that of a yellow skinned-
>-and Flash quickly switches the image back to the Captain.
"What is she doing here?"
>"She's a Foxtrot operative."
"She works in a different division, Captain."
>"I'm aware of that," the Captain says, eyes narrowing slightly, "But she's worked at this facility before."
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>>29009465
P2
"Atom already gave me the layout schematics and any useful info she can provide I've probably already been briefed on."
>"Regardless, she also serves as this mission's medical and secondary technician expert..." The Captain lets out a sigh, "Not to mention she'll be taking notes on how the operation goes."
"So, the upper echelon thinks I'm due for my yearly shadowing."
>"This is about more than you, Flash."
"Oh, I don't doubt that, Captain. But they sent Shimmer."
>"Can I just say something?"
>The Captain shakes his head. "Hold that thought, Sunset Shimmer."
>He looks Flash in the eyes, his words coming out slow and deliberate.
>"I know you two have history and I know it's not all good, but I need you to put that aside and work as a team."
"...Tch. Understood."
>The Captain's image flickers away, replaced with that of a yellow-skinned, yellow and red haired girl.
>Her arms are crossed, a frown on her face.
"Shimmer."
>"Flash."
"Guess we'll be working /together/ on this one."
>"Yes. Like Captain Armor said, let's put aside our differences and work as a team."
"That's easy for you to say."
>"I just hope you'll be able to do your job."
>"Sneaking into places and delivering clever quips?"
>She almost smiles, "Barring the 'clever' part, yes."
"Hmm."
>"That's better," comes the Captain's voice, "Now, don't forget: your mission is simply reconnaissance. FES is still an ally of sorts, so don't do anything... reckless."
"Of course. Signing off."
>With that, Flash rises to his feet and tiptoes away.

That's the end of that rough preview/pilot.
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>>28978731
Dayum the pic is gorgeous.
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>>29009484
Flash is still shit.
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>>29009634
Then, I guess you two have that in common, at least.
Must be why you're so mad.
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>>29009709
Just stating a fact, your the only one who is butthurt over their husbando being called something accurate.
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I know this is a bit of a long shot, but I'm looking for a story that may or may not have been finished from a couple years ago. It involved Anon and Sunset in a D/s relationship with Sunset as the sub and focused on Twilight finding out about the relationship and wanting to join in. I think the word "Princess" was either used as a pet name for Sunset or as a safe word. I know this is isn't much info and there isn't much of a chance of finding it after all these years, but I'd like to know if it was ever finished.
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bump
>>29010058
Haven't heard of it, so it might not be finished.
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>>29009756
>butthurt
This is some grade-A projection considering your previous responses.
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>>29010644
Out of the zero replies the shit story got, you still felt the need to desperately defend writing him when I called him shit. (you)
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Too exhausted to type anything with a full plot that makes sense, so here's this. Get ready for ultra-porn-logic.
Title: With a little help from her friends.
>>29008897
>Gentle waves washed up along the shoreline of the nude beach.
>The human mane six made themselves comfortable, setting down their belongings.
>Almost all of them stripped naked to put on their sunscreen and some went into the water. Except for Fluttershy.
>She sat there and only stripped down to her swimsuit.
>Rarity was sitting next to her, and looked over to ask what was the matter.
>Fluttershy answered that she wasn't going to take her swimsuit off because she was too nervous, and that she was sorry that she was missing out on all of the nude fun.
>Putting her arm around Fluttershy, Rarity asked if Fluttershy was considering changing her mind and actually wanted to get naked.
>Fluttershy told her that she just didn't have the bravery to take all of her clothes off in public.
>Twilight put her book down and assured Fluttershy that there was nothing to worry about and that they were more than willing to help her.
>They started picking at the back of Fluttershy's swimsuit. Fluttershy began to shiver and scoot forward, but the other two girls held her still as the knot was undone.
>The thin straps over Fluttershy's shoulders fell to the sides, and Rarity pulled the bikini top away from Fluttershy's heaving breasts, starting to squeeze them and kissing Fluttershy on the cheek.
>The two already naked girls told a shivering and giggling Fluttershy that they were there for her, and moved their hands to her waist.
>Slowly pulled the bottom of Fluttershy's bikini around the girl's hips and down her thighs.
>Fluttershy felt the cloth get pulled past her feet as she had her eyes closed.
>Rarity and Twilight lie down with Fluttershy and started lathering sunscreen onto their hands, soon spreading it to Fluttershy's bare body.

That's a bit of a prompt. Someone else can continue this.
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>>29010874
Fuck yeah, I love ultra porn logic.
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>>29010780
>shit story
Yet you responded with your only complaint being Flash. Instead of just ignoring it.
Nice try.
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>>29011148
It was more responses then you deserved, there was a effort. I wasn't interested enough to read it at the word Flash.
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>>29011189
>triggered: the post
It was more than I deserved? If you weren't so buttblasted you wouldn't have even responded in the first.
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>>29011427
You want (you)s, it takes little effort to give them. But if your gonna be like that have your last.
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>>29011470
You get triggered for no reason, then basically admit you didn't even read the story.
Go fuck yourself.
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>>29011610
I wasn't triggered, just commenting on Flash being shit, the rest is just your projection. If you cant handle a comment that gives a reason to not read, you shouldn't write on 4chan to begin with. At least have the decency to be excited someone read that far into you're story.
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>>29009484
Nice.
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The amount of bickering in here is unreal.
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Remember not to bully NaOH.
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>>29013461
Build wall
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>>29013511
Rude.
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>>29013461
Nice safe space.

>>29013511
How deplorable.
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>>29013840
Fuck off tumblrina.
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>>29013878
(((triggered)))
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>>29013861
I'd like to see you do better.
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>>29013861
I was actually talking about people complaining about his writing style but whatever.
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>>29013892
We know (You) are
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Congrats on taking the bait.
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>>29011635
>I wasn't triggered
It's a little late to backpedal.
As for the rest of your comment: you're full of shit.
Go fuck yourself.
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>>29009484
>mfw Flash is probably a weeb just like Solid Snake
He's the perfect guy for this.
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>>29013906
He got called out for artificially making problems in the story for no reason. That doesn't require a bitches safe space (like you want for that faggot), it is a glaring problem that ruins the story.
>>29014085
>>29014137
Samefag, but not inaccurate.
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>>29013461
Critique isn't bullying, especially when its accurate. The wall shit is a just a joke anyways you simpleton.
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>>29014085
Excuse me for expressing the correct opinion of Flash being shit then, how many other people gave a rats ass about your "story" too? You stupid pretentious faggot.
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>>29013461
>implying he's still comes here
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>>29013179
It's Green's fault. He triggered the Sunset thread, got away with it, and now they are trying to get revenge on him by shitting up the thread he's from.
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>>29015422
>Muh Shimmerfag boogeyman
Didn't know this was still a thing.

Someone wrote stories including Flash, who is probably one of the more hated characters, and they made him as the MC (rather than Anon), that's basically painting a "please shit up this thread" target.
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>>29014710
Still handing out (You)s I see.
>Excuse me
Nah.
As for the lack of responses to the other story: you could have ignored it, too.
I think it says a lot that you got triggered instead and commented on both stories.
Go fuck yourself.
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>>29015553
Every writefag needs a (you), there was an effort. You failed, but there was an effort. And speaking down to someone pointing out the sole problem is the fast track of making yourself look like just as much of an ass.
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>>29015570
And you call me pretentious.
>pointing out the sole problem
Look, next time, just keep your (You) and go fuck yourself.
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>>29015598
Someone's butthurt there husbando wasn't appreciated.
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>>29004005
pls resume
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>>29014776
Don't bully me either.
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>>29016277
Who are you?
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>>29016303
A reader who wants to pretend NaOH still likes to write here.
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>>29016631
He does though. It just takes a long ass time to update, the fuckers in Mexico so what did you expect his internet connection to be like?
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>>29016631
Wait your ass, cancer. The faggot will come back.
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>>29015531
>implying they haven't been raiding other threads that said bad things about them in the past couple of weeks
lurk more
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>>29016646
Good enough to access a Korean shamanism network more than 2-3 times a month?
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>>29016768
So you think that the one obvious falseflagging idiot who is shitting up a number of threads then blaming it on others/making it seem like one thread is attacking the other belongs to one particular group that you don't happen to like.

You may want to check the dictionary, they removed gullible from it.
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>>29016891
You may want to check the dictionary, they removed damage control from it.
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>>29016921
This
>>29016891
you idiots aren't really subtle.
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>>29016934
Was to >>29016891

>He actually thinks the Shimmer thread did nothing wrong and no one from there has lashed out at other threads
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>>29015531
>blaming the Flash stories
Did you just conveniently not read the rest of the thread?
Which had nothing to do with them?
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>>29004005
Please continue with this. There aren't enough good Flashlight stories out there.
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>>29016929
At the end of the day you can think what you want but it doesn't change the fact that the guy trying to start shit succeeded and you fell for it.
You can accuse me of being a Shimmerfag as much as you want but it doesn't make it true; go ahead and rebute me and say how I'm obviously a Shimmerfag trying to carry out damage control and prove that you took the bait.
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>>29016975
Nice try samefag, I can see you replying to your own "story" >>29016971
you two chuckle fucks can go back to your Shimmer thread. Also we aren't blaming the Flash story, that thing is just a symptom.
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>>29016979
We're not accusing you of being a shimmerfag we are accusing you of having selective perception
You can call it bait all you want but don't you dare try to defend the shimmer thread as innocent and not doing shit whenever someone pushes their buttons
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I've been away from MLP for sometime and I'm glad to see something's haven't changed and this thread is stillliving up to its reputation as the cesspool of MLP, hanging on by a thread and the place where stories go to die. I can see you're still infighting and blaming others for your problems, are you still going into standalone story threads and demanding that they move over here?
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>>29016986
>samefag
Nah.
And you're still triggered and handing out (You)s, I see.
>symptom
>we
You are literally the only person shitting about it.
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>>29017039
>where stories go to die
Well, someone has to pick up the slack now that /nn/ is no longer here to be the #1 cesspool.
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>>29017062
You mean everyone in the thread laughing at the joke of your husbando
>>29017039
I have never seen anyone going around to the other threads asking them to come here.
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>>29016979
>>29016891
>the time they went to /nst/ a week ago because someone posted dykeshit on their thread never happened
>the time they spammed the glimmer thread with horrible glimmer pics and pruned it (also a week ago) when someone posted glimmer pics in their thread never happened
>the time they started spamming porn in a thread that had a prompt dissing sunset never happened (two weeks ago)
>Just because the shimmer thread is the only common factor can't possibly mean that it's a group of autists FROM there, no way!
>this much fucking denial
Wew lad
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>>29017175
They just want you's, as much as I know we shouldn't give them out to these numbnuts, we don't have much else to do.
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>dramashit
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>>29017221
>filename
>not it's_trump_tuesday,_bitch.jpg
>Wednesday
one fucking job
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>>29017308
MAGA
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>>29017308
It's woman-on-woman Wednesday.
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>>28992361
Because Trixie is kind of easy to write for me.
>>28997365
Same. Until I continued it recently after like three years.
>>28992254
>Trixie pins you to the floor of the tent.
>"C'mon. Let's just talk for a bit."
"Like... about what?"
>Trixie scoffs. "Don't make Trixie get her cards out again."
"Can you get off of me?"
>"Are you willing to-"
"Yes! God damn it, yes! I'll talk with you for a bit!" You already know that Trixie isn't going to let up until you tell her what she wants to hear. "So what do you want to talk about?"
>Trixie reaches into one of her bags and pulls the same deck of cards out. You let out a sigh as you can already tell where this is going.
"Alright, alright, we'll do your little card thing."
>"It's not just a 'little card thing'!" Trixie half sneers at you. "If you must know, it's a very important aspect of Trixie's-" She stops talking immediately after looking down at the deck.
>You just wait for her to say something else, but nothing comes out until the girl's eyes grow wide.
>"What... the hell HAPPENED?"
"What, what is it?"
>Before you can even look back over to her, the girl shoves the deck of cards right in front of your face. "This!" She gasps. "This is what happened!"
"I don't see anything wrong wit them!"
>Trixie gives you a look of disbelief and proceeds to press the deck onto the tip of your nose.
"Hey! Don't do that!"
>"They're bent!"
"...What?"
>"Trixie's cards got bent inside of the bag! The corners are folded in like dog ears!"
"How is that a big deal?!"
>"It is ENTIRELY a big deal!" Trixie slips the cards under her bottom and starts to aggressively sitting on them, desperately grunting with effort. "They are supposed to be perfectly straight!"
"You can still use them just the-"
>"NO! You... CAN'T!"
"Okay, okay..." You back away REALLY quickly.
>But Trixie starts to glare at you again. Her purple eyes lock with yours, and you freeze in place.
>"Well?"
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>>29017562
"Well what?" You gripe. "What the hell do you want me to do?"
>"Help Trixie! She can't perfectly flatten and unbend these cards alone!"
"HELP YOU HOW?!"
>Trixie raises herself off of the tent floor with the cards still flat on the ground. "Put your hands under the cards. And point your fingers onto exactly where the corners are bent."
"Wh-wha..."
>"DO IT!" Trixie balls her hands into fists. "JUST... DO IT! NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE!"
>Ignoring the angry memeing, you obey in hopes that Trixie doesn't fucking murder you.
>Without even the slightest hesitation, Trixie plants her butt right into your hands with the cards in between. Your face turns bright red as this happens.
>And you begin to nervously stutter.
>"Shut up and press the creases flat!" Trixie orders with a bit more desperation in her voice. "And don't you dare think dirty thoughts about Trixie!"
>Aside her caring about the cards WAAAAY too much, you're starting to find yourself convinced that Trixie may be doing this on purpose.
>You're having more and more trouble beliving that this is genuine as this goes on.
>Trixie presses herself down into your hands with your fingers pushing back up into her soft cheeks.
>The effort you put into resisting a boner is fruitless.
>Especially when Trixie begins to bounce up and down.
>"Please don't be ruined. Please, please, please, please." Her ass mashes down onto your hands with each "please".
"Why are you doing this?" You utter out a few garbles words.
>"SHH!"
>After another thirty seconds or so of this, Trixie lifts off of you and examines the cards in her hand.
>Face away from her to hide the boner in your pants.
>"No, no, no, no no NO!" Trixie raises her voice. "They're even more bent than before!"
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>>29017574
>Turn your head towards the girl to find her using her own trembling fingers to try and straighten out the cards. Her face slightly contorts, and she begins to quietly groan.
>"N-no..." Trixie's voice decreases to a quiet croak.
>Actual tears eventually form in her eyes, to your surprise.

>>28979942
That's for you to decide. What happens next?
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>>29017562
Yes
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>>29017581
The dream sequence becomes a real thing. Redux edition.
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>>29017581
Seconding this >>29017608
This story needs more Trixie lewd.
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>>29017640
Well...cannon lewd anyways.
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>>29017657
Hell yeah cannon lewd. Trixie does lewd things with Anon's cannon.
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>>29017669
This also works.
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>>29017608
>>29017640
>>29017657
>>29017669
>>29017682
This but we make Trixie not sad anymore>>29017581
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So is /nn/ dead or something?
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>>29018006
For as long as I've been on /mlp/, I haven't explored other threads too much. What's /nn/?
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>>29018426
Norman Normalson thread. It has been dead for...quite a fucking while. People preferred a Anon focused story over Norman, but then the writefags here by and large started the Discord chat and shitposted each other into oblivion.
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>>29018426
A shit thread that mainly focuses on background characters in the EqG universe and contain fixated fanon material on them. They focus on one, "Normal Norman" and are obsessed with him fucking every character. In other words, full blown autism with a side of cuckoldedy.
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>>29018456
The chat has been going on for as long as the thread has, get over it.
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>>29018456
>>29018466
Wow, I can only blame myself for not being able to connect the dots. Always seemed like a flipside of Fingerbang thread but with the perspective being solely from one or two characters' now that I think about it, with Anon being entirely optional.
Wasn't Norman originally supposed to be a projection Anonymous or am I just lying to myself?
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>>29018500
No it hasn't, it was proposed by some Marital Problems shitposters awhile back and they fell for it, hell the gave access to everyone in the thread, even the ones that tried to ruin it. That is when they started shitposting each other religiously and by extension killed the thread.
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>>29018540
No Anon.
As someone who's been there for over two years, I can tell you that it's not anything new.
It's been here from the beginning.
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>>29018525
>Wasn't Norman originally supposed to be a projection Anonymous or am I just lying to myself?
Never thought of that myself. But clearly, I saw it in a different light. Maybe some people do have that sort of interpretation. Putting themselves into already existing characters have been a thing, but I thought that washed away when OC's came into use.
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>>29018540
>all this misinformation

Do you know nothing about the history of the thread?
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>>29018600
I happen to do know it. I was there when it happened. The Discord wasn't always here as this dumbass claimed>>29018551
unless he is just a resent newcomer that doesn't know in which case I take back the dumbass comment. The idea this is being pushed as true isn't worth another response at shear stupidity.
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>>29018625
Well of course the discord chat wasn't around when the thread started, hell the program didn't even exist then. The discord is just a continuation of the skype chat, nothing more. I have no idea how the hell you got the idea that the marital thread was responsible for the creation of the chat.
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>>29018584
I assumed the projection thing because I find it hard to write from the perspective of someone who isn't a projection/insert of myself, Anonymous or both (those being the ones I have the most experience writing with). Trying to become a different person (put yourself in someone else's shoes) for a few minutes and just write is tough for me since I'm new to story writing.
(/nn/ aside) What would be some advantages and disadvantages of projecting through canon characters as opposed to just putting in new players?
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>>29017101
>everyone
Ah, nope. It's just (You).
And you already said nobody even cared about my stories, using the lack of comments as proof. I won't even mention that you got mad someone else did comment on them.
>"""we""" aren't blaming the Flash story
>that's basically painting a "please shit up this thread" target
Make up your mind.
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>>29018788
They don't really put in //new// people per say. At least they didn't.
That's their whole shtick.
A lot of people who like /nn/ hate Anon because he's always witty always wise always funny etc.
He's usually the perfect dry humour sarcastic know it all, and that pisses them off.
So what they did is they catalogued every extra rando from the EqG movies, and gave each a name and backstory.
After that it evolved into a fully fledged 'universe' if you can call it that, of characters with their own 'canons' and shit.

After a while it stopped being 'we're subverting the self insert tropes that fingerbang falls into with Anon'
And became 'NOW I CAN ADD MY OC TO EQG'
Good idea, but it got old.
Also, all of you Anons complain about the chat the writers have set up, but honestly... You should've seen the /nn/ one, Jesus fuck.
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>>29018822
Ah. I think the dry humour sarcastic know-it-all Anonymous is boring, like that food you eat too much of too often. On the other hand, I'd still read those since it's better than most fanon/canon-character-as-some-alternative-to-Anonymous-protagonist stories. I'm trying to write from a point of view that's more realistic as opposed to that. ie) how does Anon just know who to avoid and who to chill with by just hearing how someone farts?
>should've seen the /nn/ chat
I've yet to see or hear that a chat on /mlp/ has become a benefactor to much of anything good so I don't go on them. This is another one of those times I'm glad to be in a greener pasture, so to speak.
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>>29017581
Can I have the pastebin please??
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>You can only see two choices as of this moment. You can either succumb to this madness or let the Twibeast eat you.
>Then again, there is a third option; burning the son of a bitch.
>In the corner of your eye is the crackling fireplace, open and ready for the taking. Without hesitating, you grab the book and make a run for it.
>Twilight leaps for your leg and bits down.
“YOU FUCKING CUNT!” You scream out.
>She adds pressure, driving you mad out of unfathomable limits.
>You kick her, only making matters worse as she keeps on squeezing your leg.
>The infernal book keeps on heckling you with its chant.
>”You should’ve joined us, fool.”
“Not in this lifetime.”
>You roll around to face the fireplace, watching it grow smaller as Twilight drags you away.
>You bring your arm back, preparing it for a good throw but was thwarted when Twilight clawed your back.
>”End it now!” The book continues to communicate to you.
“Not… until you're gone.”
>You quickly slap Twilight with the book, causing her to release you.
>You have no time to examine your damaged leg, bleeding on the wooden floor as you crawl to the fireplace, giving yourself one more try to toss it away.
>You give out the one hail mary that might save your life and collapse near a box containing some firewood.
>As the book bounces off the metal plate, you quickly realize that it might be over, until it does manage to fling off of the floor and landed in the inferno.
>The voice that came from the book roars as its red glow grows back, blinding you before it releases a questionable force that shakes everything around and pushes you back on your ass.
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>Twilight releases a loud screech as she claws herself.
>Whatever you’ve done must have drove her insane as her master is burning in the fire.
>She shakes herself and limps over to you.
>You crawl away from her, making sure that she would not try to kill you in her final moments on this world.
>She claws your damaged leg, preventing you from moving any further.
>As the sheer pain prevents you from moving, Twilight crawls on it and pins you back down.
>When you thought that it was over, she goes limp and lies on your chest, making it difficult for you to breathe.
>Her head rests right beside your left shoulder. She leaves her jaw open
>You take deep breaths, but it’s insufferable because of the awful stench coming from her mouths.
>At least you prevented evil from fucking up the world in the end of this chaos.
>God, her stench is beginning to knock you out. Did she eat out of the dumpster before coming over to teach you?
>You start to suffocate and cough, realizing that this is practically the worst way to end your miserable life.
>You try to crawl out, but she properly pinned you down to the ground.
>As the odor takes over, you lose consciousness, thinking that you never had a chance to tap that purple ass before it mutated.
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>>29020260
IS ALIVE.
Nice to see you again m8, I thought you were ded.
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>>29021887
>>29021887
samefag
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>>29022051
>screenshot says otherwise

lol
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>>29020275
RIP Anon. Never scored.
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>>29004005
Now that it's safe to ask again, will you be continuing this?
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>>29024480
You don't need to ask for your own story.
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>>29023945
Why do women show off their legs like this when it's freezing in real life? Surely it can't help them get THAT MUCH attention.
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So, anyone planning on writing anything winter-themed? It's a bit difficult to capture that feeling from the other side of the equator.
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>>28978731
sex
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>>29024480
I will, yeah.
And I see the pissy Anon is still hypocritically tossing out the "samefag" claim without any sense of self-awareness and is still responding to """me""".
Although he basically said he won't give me anymore (You)s, he'll probably kvetch about the story (again) anyways, link or no link.
Ah, well. He can go fuck himself.
And that's the end of that.
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-BEGIN STORY-

>Today was a day like any other in the hallowed halls of Canterlot High.
>Everybody had weird skin, conflict was resolved by music and talking, and everybody was nice in a weird way to one another.
>Yeah.
>As the only "real" human in the whole shitshow, you were just about ready to kill yourself.
>Twilight sent you here when she discovered the Mirror.
>She thought you'd be happier here, amongst your kind.
>Except these pastiches of human beings were NOT your kind.
>Though you have to admit, after not getting any for so long, just looking at something vaguely human shaped did it for you.
>You hum quietely to yourself as you watch the human equivalent of the Flowershop Trio strut down the hallway.
"Left, right, left-right-left. Unf."
>Suddenly something smacks the back of your head.
>"Ugh, if you were staring any harder, you'd like, hurt your eyes."
>Oh yeah.
>And you actually made a friend.
"Sup faggot. Shouldn't you be in class?"
>"Ugh. The Great and Powerful Trixie has better things to do than listen about world history. I wasn't there, so why should I care?"
"Remind me to tell you about the pitfalls of solipsism?"
>"What?"
"Don't worry about it. Anyway, do you have a reason to be here? Or are you here to make my life even worse? Or did you decide that it's finally time for me to fuck your tight butthole?"
>She rolls her eyes and scoffs at you.
">As if the Great and Powerful Trixe would let you anywhere near her tight booty."
>She gives her booty a slap.
>And as much as you'd never admit it to her.
>You would totally fuck the living bejeezus out of her.
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>>29025830
>"Anyway, nerd, I thought I'd let you know - someone else came through the portal?"
>You give her a disdainful look.
"And? This is..."
>"Listen to me, you dumb homo tool. I came up to her to say hi and stuff, you know, just in case this one is also a magical pony princess or something."
>Her fists ball up.
>Whoah, Trixie is mad.
>Like, legit mad, not just mildly annoyed.
>You metaphorically perk your ears up.
"All right, so? You said hi and? Get to the point, you cumdumpster."
>She baps you on the back of the head again.
>"Anyway, I say hi? She takes one look at me, freaks the FUCK out, PUSHES me to the floor, and runs off in the direction of the library."
"What the fuck? I mean you're an insufferable cunt, but I'd never like, hurt you."
>Trixie narrows her eyes at you.
>"What's that supposed to mean, you stupid goblin?"
"Nothing - despite me shitting on you constantly, I actually barely tolerate you as a person."
>She looks at you hard and then giggles.
>Damn that was pretty cute actually.
>"You sappy loser. All right, since you're OBVIOUSLY smitten with the Great and Powerful Trixie, I need your help."
>You raise an eyebrow.
"Who the fuck are you and what did you do to my best friend Trixie? She never asks for help."
>"AHEM."
"I'm not calling you Great and Powerful. Fuck that noise."
>She eyes you up and down.
>"Fine. Anyway. Listen, here's the plan."
>She leans over and starts whispering in your ear.
>Whoah.
>You never realized you'd find that this hot.
>You lose track of her words for a moment to mentally wrestle your dick down.
>Then as she keeps going, you start grinning wider and wider.
>Yes, this just might be the momentarily diversion that you need.
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>>29025835
"Yo Starlight?! Starlight Glimmer?!"
>You actually bothered to remember her name.
>You were pretty aces with the Rainbooms and they knew some of your "special" status, so they let you send a message to Twilight.
>So you knew who she was and why she was here.
>Apparently, she needed to make some non-pony friends.
>And guess what you weren't?
>Twilight even name-dropped you to her at some point in the past.
"Starlight?"
>You walk into the library, where an extremely nervous-looking Starlight Glimmer was poring over some books.
>She looks up at you with her eyes as small as pinpricks.
>"Hi?"
"Hey, relax. I'm Anonymous. Purplesmart told you about me, remember?"
>She mouths the word "Purplesmart" then makes an 'oh' of comprehension and gives you a smile.
>"Oh, I get it, because she's purple and smart, hah. You're funny Mister Anonymous."
>You grit your teeth.
>If you have to explain the joke then it becomes less funny.
>Your urge to strangle her flares up, but you fight it down.
>Trixie was better at this than you were.
"Listen, I got in touch with Twilight. She told me you were looking to find friends. Well, I'll absolutely be your friend. And I'll introduce you to my friend here as well!"
>She looks at you somewhat suspiciously.
>"Just like that?"
>You give her an innocent look.
"Duh? I mean, friendship is magic and all that jazz. Besides, I've been in your situation."
>You sit close to her and put your arm around her.
>She tries to jerk away, but you hold her in place.
"Imagine. Nobody - or should I say nopony - knew who I was. Thought I was some kind of monster. But Twilight showed me a bit of kindness, and long story short, I am now a firm friendship user. Magic. Whatever, you know what I'm trying to say. Hail Celestia."
>She snorts and giggles.
>Damn these weird semi-human things, they're pretty kyoot, you're not gonna lie.
"So come on. I'll introduce you."
>You grab her by the hand and drag her over to where Trixie was waiting, by the bleachers.
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>>29025841
"Sup fartnipple."
>"Easy limpdick."
>Glimmer gapes at the two of you.
>You notice and give her a friendly pat on the shoulder.
"Relax, it's all in good fun."
>Trixie jumps out of her seat and walks towards you.
"Anonymous is right. The Great and Powerful Trixie doesn't mean anything by it."
>She used her real name.
>That hasn't happened for quite some time.
>Glimmer looks at Trixie closer and suddenly gasps.
>G:"Oh my goodness, I am so sorry! I recognize you now! I bumped into you when I exited the portal! I'm so so sorry!"
>You see Trixie's eye twitch momentarily, but you don't think Glimmer noticed.
>T:"Oh no, it's quite all right. Happens to the best of us. After all, you couldn't know it was the Great and Powerful Trixie you were -bumping- into, after all."
>Starlight Glimmer breathes a sight of relief.
>T:"But I think that now that we're all friends here, we can do a friendly thing AND you can make up for it."
>G:"What do you mean?"
"Well, amongst us humans-"
>You wink in an exaggerated fashion as you continue.
"-there's a ritual. We're aquatic apes, right? So that's where all the cool kids and friends hang out. At the community pool!"
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>>29025845
>She looks at you quizzically and then claps excitedly.
>G:"That does sound fun! When are we going to go?"
>You and Trixie exchange glances.
>T:"Well, normally cutting school is a serious offense-"
"-but they make an exception because they obviously know how important the magic of friendship is on this side of the portal too."
>T:"So we're gonna go now."
"Just gotta pick you out a bathing suit."
>Glimmer looks at the two of you in utter confusion.
>G:"Bathing suit?"
"Oh shit, right, she doesn't know."
>T:"You have to understand, one of the BIGGEST social mistakes you can make in human society is to be naked."
"That is literally THE WORST thing you can do."
>T:"Like, they will literally drive you out of town and call the nearby towns so that they don't let you in as well."
"Hell, we had one case like, what - two, three weeks ago? Poor girl was tarred and feathered and got banished. Then, when she finally made it to two towns over? She got put into prison there!"
>Trixie nods at you and gives you an imperceptable wink.
>Starlight Glimmer meanwhile looks horrified.
>G:"Oh goodness. Thank you SO much for telling me!"
"Nonsense. It's what friends are for."
>T:"Exactly. Now come on. Let's go. I'll drive."
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>>29025849
>On the way to the pool you stop by the store and buy Glimmer a bathing suit that fits her.
>Trixie helps size her and in typical male fashion you sit in the store, looking vacantly into space.
>You had your trunks picked out like, 2 minutes after you walked into the store.
>They had a picture of Broly on them because his power is maximum.
>Eventually the girls got out of the dressing room and you all paid for your shit and left.
>Inside the car, you grabbed Trixie's phone.
>T:"Hey what the fuck, asshat?!"
>You ask her via text if the plan is still on, or did the two of them ACTUALLY become friends?
>Trixie gives a throaty laugh and just nods.
>She then punches you in the dick and grabs her phone away from you.
"Oof."
>Glimmer looks at the two of you.
>G:"So, if you two are friends, how come the two of you insult and abuse one another?"
>The two of you exchange glances and look back at her.
>T:"Well, it's not really abuse, y'know? It's more like playful roughhousing from my end, and impotent insults from him."
"Ha ha, and I was gonna say that this bitch feebly paws at me, while I trounce her with my superior wit, because she can't take a punch to the jaw."
>T:"As though you'd dare lay a finger on the Great and Powerful Trixie?"
>You look her dead in the fucking eye.
>She seems almost hypnotized.
>Suddenly, you reach out and grab her by the boob.
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>>29025857
>She shrieks and the car almost swerves into the side of the road.
>T:"Y-you fucking jerk! Don't do that while I'm driving!"
"Oh so it's okay otherwise? Good to know."
>T:"Fuck off, pervert."
>You grin and snicker evilly.
>Glimmer looks at the two of you bantering, then sets her jaw, and punches you in the shoulder.
>G:"You're a whorse, Great and Powerful Trixie."
>Once again, you and Trixie exchange glances.
"Er, you're..."
>T:"Not quite there, Starlight Glimmer."
"Only when you've been friends for a while with somone."
>She turns red and looks like she's about to cry.
>Trixie makes a sharp turn as you approach the community pool.
>T:"Don't worry about it. Anyway, we're here!"
>She parks and the lot of you climb out.
>You immediately start doing some stretches as you wistfully look towards the gym building.
>You don't go until tomorrow though - you gotta stick with your routine.
>Skateboard squats and sumo diddlylifts baby!
>Madcow is a genius.
>You make your way into the pool and start heading towards the locker rooms.
>Time to hit the showers.
>Trixie ushers Glimmer inside, but lingers outside.
>"All right, you know what to do, right?"
>You roll your eyes.
"Yeah, dumbass. Chill. We got this."
>She nods at you and goes to change.
>Shrugging, you turn and do the same.
>Suddenly a familiar face bumps into you.
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>>29025861
>F:"Anonymous! I thought you're not in today?"
"Sup Flash. Nah, Trixie and I decided to skip last class and go chill at the pool."
>He gives you a wry grin.
>F:"Yeah bro, I saw. And some other fine piece of tail. Two at once, Anonymous? Was it her idea?"
>You punch him in the shoulder.
"Jealous, faggot? Ever since Shimmer dumped your yellow ass, you've been getting like no game."
>He puts his hand on his heart.
>F:"You wound me. Anyway, if you're too much of a pussy to handle the two of them, I'll take them off your hands."
"See you later bro. I gotta go change."
>He snorts.
>F:"Catch you later."
>You fist bump and you finally get the chance to change and shower.
>Not really having a permanent place of residence wasn't doing you any favors.
>Putting on your Broly trunks, you check yourself in the mirror.
>Could be worse.
"Could be better too."
>You shake your head and head to the pool.
>Obviously the girls weren't here, because any time a woman takes less than 15 minutes to get ready for anything is the day the fucking world ends.
>You roll your eyes and decide to do a couple of fast-paced laps before they get here.
>On lap seven, Glimmer and Trixie step out.
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>>29025865
>Holy.
>Fucking.
>Shit.
>You immediately stand to attention.
>Glimmer was looking kind of awakward and that purple skin didn't do her any favors.
>But Trixie, oh holy shit.
>That one-piece on her accented her curves perfectly.
>Her boobs weren't the biggest but they fit just right on her frame, without a hint of a sag.
>Her tummy was nice and flat and contrasted very favorably with her hips and booty.
>And even those weren't exaggerated in a stupid fashion but had the right bumps in all the right places.
>She painted her nails as she gingerly stepped towards the pool and sat down on the edge.
>You didn't even realize that she was calling your name.
>Fuck you fucked up you fucking autist.
>All right, be cool, you'll talk your way out of this.
>You swim up to her.
>She gives you a smirk.
>T:"Gosh, Anonymous, it seems like you were bedazzled by the Great and Powerful Trixie's radiant beauty?"
>At that moment she leans over and squishes her boobs together.
>UNF.
"Er, well, no. No, I was just amazed at how much like a trashy whore you look like."
>She covers her mouth as she does an exaggerated fake giggle.
>T:"Mmm, certainly. Now then, Anon, let's show our new friend a good time?"
>You nod and wave Glimmer over.
>She squats down on the edge of the pool.
>You give a kick of your legs - thanks Rippletits - and grab on to her as you pull her into the water.
>She shrieks, but calms down almost immediately as she starts bobbing in the water next to you.
>Trixie slinks into the water as well in one smooth motion, giving a little jerk as her butt bumps the rim of the pool.
>The three of you swim towards the deep end of the pool and start mucking about with the pool noodles and float boards.
>Suddenly, Trixie gave your butt a pinch.
>You nod at her and climb out of the pool, heading back to the locker room.
"Be right back."
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>>29025872
>You stride purposefully into the locker room, pausing momentarily as a thought crosses your mind.
>Technically, if you do this, it will make you into Trixie's goon.
>Meh.
>Worth it.
>And when Twiggles accuses you of being a jerk and a bully, you have the perfect defense prepared.
>Apparently Glimmer used mind control and erased identities and shit.
>You'll just spin her a tale how this is anathema to humans and its just cultural differences.
>You stand in front of the janitors closet as another thought crosses your mind.
>What if you're justifying this now to an imaginary Twilight Sparkle, because you KNOW you're doing something wrong?
>That you're taking someone who is a metaphorical babe in the woods and going to abuse her trust.
>You look at the door.
>That would make you a bit of a jerk.
>...
>But, at the same time, it's not like she willingly let those ponies go - she surrendered only after Twilight and the others kicked her flank.
>So, Twilight may be a forgiving pony.
>But you're a true human, a vicious and hateful bastard.
>Fuck her.
>Metaphorically.
>An interesting fact that you know about the pool janitor's closet.
>If you punch the door the right way, the latch just snaps open.
>You do so and hiss in pain as your hand starts to smart from punching a door.
>Regardless, you swing it open and grab the screwdriver.
>Humming a little tune, you walk up to the hair dryer.
>Looking around to make sure the locker room really is empty, you nod.
>And then smash the screwdriver with the business end right into the housing of the damn thing.
>Immediately there is a large spark, as the screwdriver flies out of your hand, and the lights go out.
>Luckily, you had your eyes closed, so you're not fully blinded.
>And the emergency exit signs are still glowing.
>You grab the screwdriver, throw it back into the janitor's closet, and run back out into the pool.
>Sunlight streams into the windows as you run up to the lifeguard on duty.
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>>29025878
"Dude! The hand dryer just fucking started sparking everywhere!"
>The guy jumps down from the little tower thingie they have and sprints into the locker room.
>Trixie and Glimmer swim up to the rim of the pool.
>You nod at Trixie.
>She nods back.
>You throw yourself down to the edge of the pool on your stomach.
>And grab Starlight Glimmer by the hair and push her under the water.
>Immediately you hear her muffled screams coming from the bubbles.
>Trixie dives down underwater as well.
>You see her swim up to her and grab her bathing suit by the shoulder and armpit and rip it off.
>It starts to flop around as Glimmer keeps thrashing around.
>Trixie is merciless as she methodically keeps ripping the suit, until Glimmer is left completely naked.
>With a final pull, Trixie grabs the remnants of the bathing suit and resurfaces
>Starlight Glimmer is struggling harder and harder, but you can be hard as well.
>Suddenly her struggles become frantic by an order of magnitude.
>Trixie puts her hand on your arm.
"No, I know, I know."
>You release Glimmer's hair, as a couple of clumps remain in your hand.
>She comes up for air, gasping loudly, in a manner almost exaggerated, except you're pretty sure she's not faking it.
>Trixie kneels down next to the gasping teenager and grabs her by the hair.
>T:"Now listen and listen well to the Great and Powerful Trixie. Bump into me again and I -will- tell Anon to do something worse! Hmph!"
>With that she spits into her face and then gives her a smack.
>Starlight Glimmer starts sobbing in the middle of her gasping.
>G:"Ahh-hah-why-ahh-hah!? I-hah-I-ahh-hah-thought-hah-ahh-we-we-hah-were-ahh-ah-were-"
>T:"Friends? Don't make the Great and Powerful Trixie laugh, Starlight Glimmer. Who'd be friends with a freak like you?"
>She stands up and the two of you walk to the locker rooms.
>Starlight Glimmer is still there gasping, completely naked, as the emergency lights come on.
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>>29025883
>You change as the repairman is being told something by the lifeguard.
>The lifeguard waits until you're done changing and asks you if you saw anything funny.
>You shrug, and then an idea hits you.
>You repeat the lie about how the thing just started sparking by itself, but that's not the cool thing.
"The cool thing is that the other girl we were with decided to skinny dip when the lights went out.
>The repairman and lifeguard look interested in this.
"I left earlier than them. Maybe you can still catch her."
>And you give them another rakish wink.
>The two of them don't look at one another as they both rush towards the door to the pool.
>Chuckling to yourself, you grab the rest of your stuff, and amble along to Trixie's car.
>She's already waiting for you, looking smug.
>The two of you climb in and look at each other.
>Trixie begins to laugh first.
>You never noticed even though her laugh sounds arrogant as fuck - like some kind of fancy noblewoman bitch - it's kinda infectious and cute.
>So you join in.
>Besides, it was kinda funny.
>She puts the pedal to the metal and you drive off.
"I take it we're not waiting for our new bestie?"
>"Hah! That stuck up horse bitch can prance back to CHS on her own."
>You snort derisively.
>"Oh and since the dumb bitch left her clothes in my locker? I took them and threw them in the trash. I'm willing to bet that she's not gonna bother looking."
"Nice! And I told the lifeguard that she started skinnydipping. So I'm willing to bet that she's getting banned from the pool as we speak."
>You hold your hand up for a high-five.
>She looks at you.
>Then bites her lower lip.
>And fucking SWERVES into a parking lot of some store.
"What the fuck?"
>Instead of responding, she slams on the brakes.
"Trixie, what the mmphm!?"
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>>29025888
>She fucking pounces at you, locking lips with yours.
>Oh.
>Oh god.
>It was like kissing a cool winter breeze.
>And holy damn the girl was aggressive with her tonguework, going deep into yours.
>Not to be outdone, you reciprocate, which just causes her to give a throaty moan, as she digs her nails into your scalp.
>You put your hands on her waist and pull her closer to you.
>Instead, she fumbles at her seatbelt and undoes it, breaks the kiss, and plops on your lap.
>You undo your belt as well, as you pull her in for another passionate kiss.
>Suddenly you feel Trixie, take her little blue jacket off.
>Wait, wha-
>She doesn't let you finish that thought as she grabs your arm and places it back on her breast where you grabbed her earlier.
>Well, you're not a man to fight fate.
>You squeeze gently at first, but increase the pressure when you notice that this got her even more excited.
>Screw this.
>You move your hand and go under the shirt.
>Hey.
>Looks like she didn't bother to put her bra back on.
>She breaks the kiss and looks at you angrily.
>"Did the Great and Powerful Trixie give you-"
"Oh shut up, cockslut and take it."
>You force the kiss now.
>She muffles something indignantly but you're still stronger than her.
>And it appears that she likes it because she stopped struggling almost immediately, as she starts fumbling with your belt buckle.
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>>29025895
>You start to push her off.
>"F-fuck no, ass!"
"Trixie I'm gonna come!"
>Angrily she pushes you back into the chair, but climbs off.
>Being the good girl she is, she grabs your dick and starts pumping vigorously.
"Agh, mmm-fuck!"
>You jerk as she is rewarded with a thick spray of baby batter on her face, chest, and dress.
>She swallows reflexively.
>Now, here's where you show dominance.
>You immediately reach over to her.
>Trixie tries to bap your hand away but as it was established, you're much stronger than her.
>And more determined.
>You break past her defenses and slip your finger inside her.
>She gasps, loudly.
>You begin slowly fingering her, making sure to hit her clit periodically.
>Trixie is almost putty in your hands, but you can see her try to regain your composure.
>This is as much a power play as it is the two of you going at it.
>So you deploy your trump card.
"Remember how miserable she looked? You're a genius, oh Great and Powerful Trixie."
>You made sure to roll those r's.
>Trixie's pupils shrink to little pinpricks as she gives a throaty cry of pleasure, as she grabs you by the back of your head and smooshes you into her boobs.
>She's dripping grool everywhere and you can hear her heart beat through her open mouth.
>Then she gasps again, jerks in your hands, and then goes limp in your arms.
>A wicked smile spreads on her face.
>"Mmm. Well, I showed that bitch who's boss and I finally got to fuck you, Anon. I would say the Great and Powerful Trixie always gets what she wants in the end."
>She gives a laugh as she slowly licks some of your semen off her face.
>"Was there every any doubt?"

-END STORY-
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So, this is my first non-Twilight, non-AiE story. Thoughts, opinions, comments, critiques? It did feel nice to write sex stuff that didn't involve fucking a pony so there's that. Also, Trixie is a lot easier to write than I thought.
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>>29025905
Just woke up, so will go through your story. Let you know later.
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>>29025830
>>29025835
I like this kind of Trixie, usually means fun times.
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>>29021993
>>29022051
when you double click on the post number, causing it to show up twice, of course it's gonna fucking say (you) for both of them
both of you are faggots for not noticing this
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>>29026372
I think that's the joke.
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>>29025857
I don't know whether to be aroused or laughing.
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>>29025865
Nice, he enters, the he leaves.
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>>29025883
This...is a bit excessive.
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>>29025888
A bit more unnecessary.
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>>29025895
>>29025905
Did you miss the entire scene with this? You start then just end. Other than this a the unnecessary dick to Starlight thing, you did an okay job.
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>>29026425
>>29026432

Well, that was the original premise - Trixie bullying Glimmer.
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>>29026738
Bit much there bud. That was just a dick move all around.
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>>29026738

OH SON OF A BITCH I DID MISS A SCENE

>>29025895
>You decide to help her, and so you thrust your hips upwards.
>She bounces up and while doing so, you yank your pants down in one motion.
>Breaking the kiss again, she looks at you appreciatively.
>"Oh my. Is that a magic wand in your boxers? Trixie knows how to handle those."
>Her hand slips under your waistband.
>Immediately, Anon Jr. starts throbbing in her hand.
>Not to be outdone, you let go of her waist and slip your hand under her dress.
>She gasps as you touch her panties.
>"Oh, yesss, Anon," she mutters.
>You start to caress her over the fabric as she twitches in your lap, almost losing her grip on your dick.
>Almost immediately she goes wet, making your fingers a bit sticky.
>She starts pumping harder, but you bat her hand away.
>"What the hell Anonymous, what a-ahh!"
>You reach with your other hand and pull her panties down.
>The red blush on her cheeks is so hot.
>Whatever - she's human enough.
>She puts her hands on your chest as you pull your dick out.
>Biting her lip, she looks at it, and slowly rises above you.
>You grab your dick and hold it steady as she presses her slit over your manhood.
>Suddenly she lets go and you're inside her.
>Holy shit.
>She slowly starts riding you.
>Not to be outdone you gyrate your hips to get some good penetration going.
>Considering that she's letting out little whimpers every time yo do that, you're doing something right.
>She pushes the handle on the chair so that it leans back and you're thrown back.
>This gives her more space to spread her legs as she begins to pick up the pace of her riding you.
>You grab her by the neck and squeeze a little.
>You didn't choose poorly.
>She lets out a loud moan and digs her nails into your chest again.
>You reciprocate by reaching over and grabbing two fistfuls of her butt while pressing deeper and deeper into her.
>She's pratically incoherent, but then again, so are you.
>>29025905
god fucking damn it
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>>29026827
You done goofed, and we will never let you forget. I mean seriously, how the hell did you miss that?
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>>29026832

I was posting this at like 3 AM, when my usual bedtime is like 1. Fffffuuuuuck. I'm gonna go commit sudoku, but meanwhile, have some Anon on Trixie action.
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>>29026844
Ah...fair enough then. Get some sleep before you try again, it goes a long way to prevent big mistakes like this.
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>>29025905
l-lewd
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>>29027847
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>Check the step 1
>Check the date
Is it about our Fapman?
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>>29019892
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>>29017640
>>29017608
I'll remember these for the next update. But what I'm posting right now is another story.

Title: Sweetie Belle's spooky nights.
>Usually in the Spring, Sweetie Belle always wanted to sleep in Rarity's room so she wouldn't be alone.
>She'd ask her sister this every day, but would always get a no.
>"Why not?! You always let me stay in your room during the holidays!" Griped Sweetie with a pout.
>Rarity sighed. "Because it was cold, then. Winter's over now, and you're old enough to go on off the sleep on your own. I'm sorry, but I can't let you sleep in my room every night."
>Sweetie never understood why Rarity would never let her do it in the spring.
>The conversation would always end with Rarity half promising to let Sweetie sleep in her room, only planning to tell her no later on.
>But the reason why Sweetie Belle wanted to sleep in Rarity's room was a bit different than one would expect.
>Sweetie believes that her room is haunted.
>Almost every night during the spring, Sweetie wouldn't be able to sleep due to the fact that there was always a loud thumping coming from the attic; through the ceiling right above where her room was.
>Not giving it any critical thought, Sweetie automatically assumed that it was a ghost.
>She lied in her bed with the covers up to her mouth and kept from screaming as the repetitive thumping would occasionally grow louder and faster.
>Never really found out why Rarity didn't want her to be staying in her room over the spring days.
--Meanwhile in Rarity's room.--
>Rarity waited every night, silently standing by the door.
>It was usually a few minutes before her boyfriend would arrive. They greeted eachother with a kiss and quietly headed up to the attic, hoping not to wake Sweetie Belle, whom they assumed was asleep.
>Rarity's boyfriend would lay his girl down on her back and the two would undress eachother.
>He'd mount her and cause the attic thumping.

What do?
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>>29031213
Awesome. Based Greenie comes through again.
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>>29031213
kek, Have Sweeite jump up in terror one night screaming for Rarity to save her. Maybe slip into her room and hide under the covers.
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>>29031213
Best writefag
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>>29030404
put the wiener in her bikini inside
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>>29028636
>>29028636
fig
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>>29016684
But when?
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>>29032037
When you are dead
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>>29025861
>>Skateboard squats and sumo diddlylifts baby!
>>Madcow is a genius.
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>>29032361

What, you use Cube or Texas, you fucking scrub? Or are you one of the autists that can't handle the fact that some people have different proportions and CAN'T do a regular deadlift?
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>>29015258
L from Loser
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>>29015258
>>29034612
L from Lover
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>>29034723
L from Lewd
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>>29034897
That also works.
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>>29034612
>>29034723
>>29034897
The three faces on Fingerbang.
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>>29033179
Rarity sweating dogs
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>>29033448
Texas, and yes.
No Madcow's not too bad.
Sumo deads are only bad when people think they're generally better for actual muscle training because power lifters do them.
My real anger is at skateboard squats.

And /fit/ in general. Every time I stop by it's like it's gotten worse.
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>>29031249
>>29031306
>>29031358
>And then one summer night.
>Uh-oh! Those summer nights!
>Rarity was feeling particularly hot that day, and was thirsting for her guy to come over and quench her needs all day long.
>Even Sweetie Belle had noticed a change in her behavior. Rarity seemed really preoccupied with things.
>She hadn't even asked her sister to sleep in her room this time around; she never did once Summer comes on.
>The day turned to night quite late into the evening with the late sunsets.
>Sweetie Belle walked on up the stairs to her bedroom after it was time for her to go to bed. She wasn't in school, but had nothing else to do anyway.
>Applebloom and Scootaloo were busy.
>It soon came to the point where Sweetie Belle would sit in bed and listen to her parents talk downstairs, with Rarity occasionally joining them.
>The air conditioning turned on and off, only startling Sweetie Belle the first time it make it slight bang from the basement below.
>But it wasn't the basement that Sweetie Belle was worried about.
>She eyed the ceiling with the covers up to the ridge of her nose. Imagining the worst of the worst things.
>It was only a couple more hours before she started to hear noises that sounded like there was a ghost walking around up there in the attic.
>The girl ducked under the covers and made herself comfortable with distracting thoughts, but the obligatory thumping soon started up.
>It started pretty quickly this time.
>Rarity must have gone to bed at this point, so it's not like Sweetie can head on over to Rarity's room without disturbing her.
>That didn't end well the last time she interrupted her sister's beauty sleep.
>This lasted for a few more minutes. Sweetie Belle felt as thought she could handle this night that was turning out to be mostly like any other night she would hear the thumping.
>But then a new sound made the hairs on her neck stand straight up.
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>>29036775
>A low, prolonged moan creeps through the ceiling and into Sweetie Belle's room just as the girl was closing her eyes to sleep.
>It was breathy, almost exhausted, but sounded like it was coming form a hungry beast that was just dying to gobble its prey whole.
>Sweetie involuntarily sprung out from her bed and found herself running over to Rarity's room with her own screams filling the halls.
>She screamed as loud and as bloodcurdling as she could, making sure everyone who could save her would hear.
>The light in her parents' room was the first to come on... then the light to the attic stairs.
>Sweetie Belle turned to look in sudden confusion, still screaming for her family to help her.
>Down the stairs tumbled Rarity, undone nightgown and all. She had tried to button it up, but rushed when she heard her sister screaming as though a creepy man from the streets was chasing her.
>The older sister hit her head on the stairs, soon realizing that Sweetie Belle was standing in the middle of the hallway, completely alone.
>"Sweetie Belle?" Rarity was too dizzy to even keep herself balanced, and her boyfriend came lumbering down the stairs momentarily afterwards. "Sweetie, what's wrong?"
>"Rarity? Why are you naked?" Sweetie asked as she wondered why on earth she just came down from the attic with her boyfriend.
>Rarity shrieked and covered herself up. Her boyfriend went back up the stairs to tuck his dick back into his pants then come back down.
>Sweetie might have been young, but she soon pieced it together where that thumping was coming from.
>"Who is that boy?" Sweetie and Rarity's father asked in a loud voice as the boy came back down the stairs with his face more red than a bottle of ketchup. "What are you doing here?"
>The boy, unsure of what to do in response, lets his natural instincts kick in and makes a run for it.
>Luckily for him, the second floor hallway window was open. But unluckily for him, the driveway was right below that window.
>...
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Damn character limits.
>>29036782
>And ambulance takes Rarity's boyfriend away.

The end? Maybe...
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>>29036790
Kek, now Rarity has to explain to her sister how it was her fault she was being terrified at night, in front of her parents. Greentext, you make the best stories.
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>>29036790
I'm putting that pic on my fridge
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>>28981096
Do you fantasize about being a sidewalk?
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>>28983263
Is this an End of Evangelion crossover?
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>>28983833
>proceed to take turns fucking you to death

Is this an Edge of Tomorrow crossover?
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>>29039693
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>>29040236
>>29040236
samefig
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Looks like someones doing a werewolf story here >>29040353
Probably a sarge ripoff
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>>29041176
Fuck off, no one cares.
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>>29041176
The guy didn't know about him.
this>>29041180
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>In the grim darkness of the 204th decade, there is only war.
>Machines have risen up in defiance of their creators, and mankind faces extinction
>All organic life on earth is dying out, humans continued to eek out a pale existence in the ruins of their former cities, whilst the Machines use bioengineered plagues, nuclear weapons, and starvation to drive them into the dirt.
>They are more advanced then us, smart then us, faster then us, and don't need to eat.
>Never resting, never ceasing in their task of destroying mankind.
>You are Captain Anon of the former territory of America army, currently hiding out in a nuclear shelter beneath the blasted ruins of Canterlot.
>You absent mindedly scratch your right eye, once again touching your recent bandage that covers the void behind it.

“I can't believe James Cameron was right.”
>”Captain?”
“Yes twilight?”
>You turned to face the now aging women. You hadn't seen her since you left high school over 2 decades ago, and time had been about as kind to her as it had been to you.
>Greying hair, dead eyes, face like a old leather bag.
>”We're almost ready.”
>You stretch your arms and stand up
>Twilight had been working on a way to undo her great mistake. With the help of some alternate version of her, she developed a... Device.
>”Once you arrive, you're top priority is to ensure that I cannot build the ATLAS prototype through any means necessary.”
“Up to and including killing you?”
>Twilight gulped.
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>>29041568
>“If it comes to that, then yes.”
”And we've confirmed it works? That we can change the past?”
>”Tested it myself about two months ago. Was able to prevent Lieutennant Sentry from dying at Yonkers.”
>So Twilight had already changed the past? A terrifying thought. How much of human history could've already been changed?
>You push such existential thoughts aside
“And there's absolutely no way you can time travel and simply not invent ATLAS yourself?”
>Twilight laughed bitterly.
>”On every test we've performed on time travelling twice, the subject arrives at the moment braindead.”
>Shit. Poor Fleetfoot.
>”I know it's tough. But everyone else that knew me before I invented ATLAS is either dead or has already timetraveled. Or has failed, as we still exist in this present.”
>Fucking timetravel
>You walk into a chamber about 30m long and 17m wide.A bunch of younger scientists are hard at work on several decrepted computers jury rigged out of ATLAS terminals.
>In the centre of the room is what looks roughly like an electric chair, wriststraps and all.
“Got a destination in mind?”
>”In order to prevent your mind from being too badly damaged, we have to go as late into your development as possible. You left school in 2017, which was the last time we were even in the same town until... I caused this.”
>Twilight moved her arm to point at everything. The dust, the decay, my own extensive injuries.
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>>29041577
“So, sometime late 2016 early 2017?”
>”About then. I was going to aim for roughly the first day of school.”
“Feels bad that I'm about to kill that version of myself.”
>You say this as you sit in the chair and a bunch of technicians strap you down and begin to attach probes to your body.
>”It's this or the complete extinction of mankind. I know which one I'd prefer.”
“I don't suppose we can wait till we invent a DeLorean and just bomb the ATLAS labs?”
>”Delorean?”
>You roll your eyes
“I thought you were supposed to be a nerd”
>Twilight matches your own wry grin.
>”Now, as far as I'm aware the two of us barely interacted in high school, weren't in the same friendship groups and only went to one party at the same place.”
“Sounds about right”
>”So, you will have to change that. Do anything you can to prevent me from researching and becoming an artificial intelligence programmer”
“And I suppose, even if it's the easiest way, you'd prefer I don't kill your past self.”
>”I do enjoy existing, plus, this is a chance for you to not spend the next decade in prison.”
“Well. I'm not all that convincing.”
>”I know. But your the only hope we have. If it for some reason becomes impossible to stop ATLAS's creation, at least try to protect someone else from our class so that we can try again next time.”
“Fucking time travel.”
>”Indeed. Good luck anon.”
>And with that, she strapped the final piece of equipment to your skull.

“Does this hurt?”
>”Absolutely”
“Great.”
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>>29041588
>”Fire up the fusion reactor. Activate the Tachyon beam emitter at 25%.”
>You sort of blanked out from Twilight's technobabble instructions and focused on the mission.
>Stop Twilight Sparkle from inventing an AI that is winning a war against humanity
>Stop yourself from wasting half of your life in Prison
>oh one more
“Hey Twilight! What's the lottery numbers for 2016?”
>”Can't remember!”
>Shit. Nice try.

>“Engage!”


>The first thing you notice is that your brain feels like it's been set on fire, then been dipped in acid
>Your clutching your head so hard you might just break your own skull
>You open your eyes
>And notice that you actually have two eyes, and an actual sense of depth perception
“ARGHH!!!! FUCK!”
>Still hurts like a bitch though

>Papa Anon rushes into your room
>“Anon?”
>The pain shortly subsides and you actually take in your surroundings.
>Music posters, homework, a laptop
>God you miss the internet
>You actually fucking did it
>Managed to get your consciousness transplanted into your seventeen year old self
>You look at your dad. The same salt and pepper hair, the same mustache. The same green eyes
>You almost started weeping there and then. You hadn't seen the old man in two decades, and he died before the apocalypse even got properly underway
“...Dad?”
>”You alright son?”
>You smile, your head still slightly throbbing
“Yeah yeah. Sorry, just forgot something.”
>Well, seventeen year old you just forgot everything ever and got overwritten by his 43 year old self
>”Alright. Don't swear son.”
>Fuck
>I'm a soldier in a post apocalyptic world
>Swearing is about 60% of everything I do
>I am screwed

>After that, your father walked out of the room
>You immediately dive into your laptop
>And realise you can't really remember how to use a computer
>Which is annoying, cause that's all teenagers do
>Also, you can't remember your laptop password.
>Shit.
>You really didn't prepare for this properly
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>>29041598
I like this idea, keep going.
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>>29041598
What he said>>29041798
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>>29041598
I like it, but be careful with time travel. It can real can of worms.
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>>29042445
Oh believe me, it will, but later. plus, mental timetravel working only once
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>>29042464
Well...that makes shit slightly easier.
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>>29042464
What model of terminator will Anon be up against? T-800, T-1000 and so on and so forth.
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>>29032155
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>>29041598
This will be a short update, and no more tonight:

>xx420noscoperealbigpersonality6969hellodanknessmyoldfriendxx
>Password denied
>Crap
>You've been at it for an hour trying to work out your password
>And... You can't think of it
>Fuck this
>You need to stop Twilight from destroying the world
>You grab a hoody

>You begin to walk out the house
>”Where are you going?”
>Fuck, thought I was still a forty year old
“I need to see a friend.”
>”Son, we've got tea in twenty minutes.”
“Dad, If I don't go now she'll...”
>Don't say end the world don't say end the world
“She might kill herself”
>Fuck that's dark
>”oh.... Oh shit”
“Yeah. She's in a really dark place right now.”
>You're going to hell

>”Who is it? Fleetfoot?”
>I guess I can't say Twilight, wasn't her friend in this decade
“Yeah, it's pretty serious. We're meeting round her house in about twenty minutes.”
>”All right. I'll keep yours in the fridge.”
“Thanks...”
>Your thoughts are elsewhere, mainly on preventing the apocalypse
>”Good luck!”
>Your already halfway down the street, putting your hood over your head


>You look around. Clean air, plant life, birds. Cars that actually work. The past is incredible
>Eventually you reach the rough location of where you vaguely remember Twilight's house might be
>You knock on the door of number 16 Library lane
>And old lady approaches the door
>Did Twilight live with her grandma in the 2010's?
“Hello Ma'am. Is Twilight in?”
>”WHAT?”
>Fucking old people.
“Sorry. Is Twilight Sparkle in?”
>”TWILIGHT DOESN'T LIVE HERE!”
>Not surprising really
”I'm sorry to bother you. Do you know where she lives?”
>”WHO?”
”Twilight Sparkle.”
>”NO ONE NAMED TWILIGHT LIVES HERE!”
>Seriously, fuck old people
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>>29042772
>You walk away with no more words
>Politeness was for people who weren't saving humanity
>So, that was bust
>You really had no idea where Twilight lives
>Suddenly, a gunshot rings through the air

>A Hunter-killer drone opens fire
>Two bullets hit you, one through your knee, another through your right eye.
>As you collapse onto the floor, you can't help but watch as Norman is torn apart by 5.56mm fire, bits and pieces of him raining down
>You try to reach out to his body, only for the drone to fly through the window and re aim at you...

>You snap back as the car backfires again
>There was no gunshot
>You are safe
>You notice your once again covering your right eye
>You move your hand away, and notice you can see out of it

>”Hey Anon? You all right?”
>A strangely familiar voice interrupts your thoughts
”Sentry?”
>For the first time, you see someone you know as an adult as an teenager
>It's a weird feeling to see a man who in the future lacks his right arm, and burn marks across half his face
>Compared to the blue haired pretty boy in front of him, it's an interesting parallel

>”Dude, what are doing here.”
“Looking for...”
>Flash knows Twilight fairly well
“Do you know where Twilight lives?”
>Flash looks at you oddly
>”Why?”
>Shit
“I found her phone on a pavement whilst walking around.”
>Flash squints at you for a few seconds before shrugging
>”You want no.15 Crystal Close, not Library Lane.”
>Knew it was alliteration
“Thanks man.”
>”Later Anon.”
>You feel his eyes subtly follow you as you make your way towards the close
>Dude, did you even go out with her this decade?
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>>29042772
Well thanks for giving us some good looking green.
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>>29042523
Massive spoilers, do not read unless you want large spoilers a piece of fucking greentext


Sleeper agents
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>>29042858
Isn't really a spoiler when your fighting Skynet. it would be weirder if there wasn't.
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>>29042892
Are we calling it Skynet or something else?
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>>29042779
>Both this and 'armless fun have an anon with ptsd and missing a part of their body
Sensing a trend here
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>>29044724
Your back again?
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>The sky is coated with a cloud ceiling as you walk on home.
>It's hard to believe that the sun is shining through to give your surroundings any light at all.
>Hands in your pockets, shoes solemnly slapping against the sidewalk. Your breath slow and steady, not choking up any more.
>Your eyes finally dried after earlier, you continue.
>Feeling a looming resonance radiate around you as you continue in the direction of your house.
>Not knowing whether today would have been the last relatively okay day of your life. Praying for anything but being cast out into a future of loneliness and suffering.
>Turning back time is the number one thing you want, but you know it can't be done. Forward isn't somewhere you want to go. There's nothing there you want to see.
>It's hard to ignore the last of your happiness being drained out of your life on this day, and your face shows no expression to reflect it. There is no expression that can get this out.
>You don't want to tell anyone how you feel. It will only make them want to know more.
>It will make them ask questions you cannot answer.
>Questions you simply do not have the heart to answer.
>Make it to your front door, standing there and trying to decide if you want to go in. It doesn't seem as though it will make a difference at this point.
>You're already here, might as well go inside so this chilled winter air can't get to you. Unlock the door with your key and enter your house.
>Exhaling as the warm air reaches you. You're at least lucky to have this privilege.
>If only you could focus on all of these things you've had in life, if only you couldn't remember the other things you used to have.
>What you lost today.
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>>29045323
>The reality that it's not coming back is something you stubbornly don't want to accept, and you rest yourself on your bed to try and put your mind on something else.
>Turn on your TV.
>Start watching some cartoons you've seen the episodes so many times before. It does help a little.
>Your mind is taken away from the feelings for the lengths of the episodes, and the commercial breaks.
>But even the tiny breaks of blackness between the times the screen lights up with color bring you the same reminder. There's no going back.
>Maybe you could live with this. Turn this into something that makes you stronger and does nothing to slowly crush your heart on the inside.
>And so, you take another deep breath. It's comforting.
>You'll be okay.
>And you're going to continue watching TV. Nothing else should matter.
>Only one thing in your life is gone. One... really, really big thing.
>It meant so much to you. Something that was connected to your whole heart.
>You never even realized how much you cared about it until right now, as you sit on your bed and start living without it.
>Pretending that you feel the same way you did before it was gone.
>But still, you'l be okay.
>The news soon comes on, and you try to think about the other things going on in the world.
>How others have loss and struggles to go through as well. How you're clearly not alone in losing something so dear to you.
>You can feel what they're feeling now as they tell their stories. You never understood it so well until now.
>In a way, this comforts you, making you feel a little bit enlightened. And it only took the absence of something really important in your life.
>Take another deep breath, more slowly this time.
>After you turn off the TV, try to find something else to do, quickly.
>Go onto the computer, finding your way to the internet before you let your feeling make you change your mind.
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>>29045330
>Just do random things. Browsing, playing quick little flash games. Pass the time.
>And it works.
>Soon eat dinner. Microwaveable meal. You have other food, but this is more fast and easy to make.
>You're going to be okay.
>Eat your meal and notice how dark it's gotten outside. These winter days sure are short.
>Take another shuddering breath, turning off the kitchen light after cleaning up and heading up to your room.
>Just keep in mind that you aren't the only one who has experienced sadness. There are others who made it through.
>And if they can do it, so can you.
>That just has to be true.
>After you go to bed, you lie on your side, closing your eyes as quickly as you can and pretend to be asleep.
>The feelings can't get you if you're asleep.
>Not even if there is a stream of tears flowing down the side of your head on your temple right now.
>That tear was a given; you're still silently lying on your side.
>Just wait for sleep to take you.
>...
>The following morning comes already.
>You can't believe you actually fell asleep that quickly.
>Get up and push yourself over to the bathroom, now feeling just as cold inside as you had outside the day before.
>After several more minutes, you're back down stairs, not having truly cried a single tear. The tears from last night simply leaked from that outburst you held back.
>Because you're not going to cry over this.
>You are going to get over it and move on; that's what everyone would want you to do. That's what you want you to do.
>And it is what you are going to do.
>Just don't let your feelings get the best of you. You're going to be fine.
>There are plenty of fun things to do.
>Continue to entertain yourself with TV, soon finding yourself mesmerized and taken away into the world of nostalgia as you watch shows from your childhood.
>Pretending that you're living those years again when you didn't have the ability to feel this way so deeply about things.
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>>29045338
>As you grow, the things that affect you change. And they sure do change drastically.
>But you're still going to toughen up and get over this.
>You don't want to end up like those self-entitled people who crave pity just because of some unfortunate events in their life.
>They are the ones that get to decide what to cry over, not you. Right?
>You wouldn't feel even half as badly about this had your feelings not been so... real.
>You wouldn't even feel a tenth as bad.
>But you're not even going to allow yourself to feel bad at all, pull yourself up by your boots and make your way to the store.
>Buying milk, eggs, cheese, other things. Sweets, the list turns into a blur and you end up just getting whatever you feel like.
>Might as well make the best of this.
>You'll be fine. It's just your feelings.
>Just wait until a week from you, you'll be guaranteed to start feeling yourself again. Even though the last best days of your life are sure to have ended, that doesn't mean that you can't still enjoy yourself.
>You have money, food, a roof over your head, people to talk to as you go through the checkout line...
>This life you have is still pretty good, especially compared to those without those key things.
>Just try and find a way to be happy. There is no reason to feel better just because you lost something you invested so many feelings into.
>They're only feelings, just forget about it. This is something that should be easy to move on from.
>The low howl from the wind reaches your ears a little bit louder as you step back outside. Raising your shoulders and scrunching yourself inward from the cold despite you having a jacket on.
>It wouldn't have bothered you had you not been alone this time after going out in public.
>Well, not alone. Since there are people in the store you just left, people in this parking lot.
>Guess you're just lonely.
>But that's not a problem you can't fix. Just make some friends, it's that simple.
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>>29045347
>You have a pretty great life. You should feel that way.
>That's what a lot of people have told you, and they're always right when it comes to that.
>Don't let your feelings tell you how to feel. Let your physical conditions have the say for that.
>It's too bad there is so much going on in your head whenever your universe has something about it changed.
>Something enters there that you're just not used to.
>But you'll be fine, and you're home now. That was one of the most thoughtful drives home you've ever experienced.
>It could have been about better things, but you're sure you can at least think about better things without them being anything in real life.
>Back inside, putting groceries away. Still alone.
>You'll have to get used to this.
>Unless you can make some more friends, which shouldn't be too hard.
>Just like, do it. Anyone should be able to.
>Then you'll be able to take your mind off of this.
>Go back to watching TV. It's quite relaxing.
>You sit there on the couch, now drunk with nostalgia as you slowly forget about how your world around you keeps changing in ways you wish it never had.
>But you're calm now. Taking some more deep breaths and staying focused on... fun things.
>But every time you think about yesterday, your hands begin to involuntarily tremble.
>With the notion that there is an obstacle you know you'll never be able to hurdle yourself over.
>Spend the rest of the day in solitude, often looking to your side expecting someone to be there.
>Turn the TV off and go back to posting on the internet. Maybe you'll go job hunting. You're going to have to do it eventually with the factor of money coming into play.
>It's a good idea to keep that thing in your life, but it's not like having less money would have made you feel this way had it happened first.
>...
>This pattern somewhat continues for a while. But you don't feel as though your mood is improving.
>It's not anyone's fault, it's just that you're not used to feeling this way.
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>>29045363
>And it's been weighing you down, no matter how hard you've tried to toughen up and ignore the facts. It's still wighing you down.
>You just wish you didn't care so much. But if you didn't care this way, you wouldn't have had the memories from before. Those ones that make you so sad that they're gone now that you can't add to them.
>Every ounce of you want to be happy that it happened instead of sad that it's over, but every ounce is still not ready to feel this way.
>All of the times you're going to have to go without that thing you lost. That thing that you never thought you would lose.
>No one else needs to know what you lost, they wouldn't be able to put themselves in your shoes. Just don't bother telling them. This depression will pass eventually.
>The only thing you need to get yourself to do is get over it.
>Continue to sit alone in your room, contemplating on the better days that now lie behind you. The warmer days.
>The amount of time that goes by finally adds up to a week. You're not sure whether or not you're proud of that, because you're not sure whether or not you feel better.
>It's like you've forgotten how to enjoy yourself on your own; you wish you could help it.
>But you value yourself less and less every day. That thing you lost completed you. You are no longer complete, and the only way to make yourself think that you are is to distract yourself. Enjoy yourself.
>At least it works.
>It's the very thing that gives you a reason to step away from the edge of the bridge every time you pass it by. Thinking about going over, but never acting upon it.
>It's on the longer route home, and you haven't been taking that route more often just for the scenery.
>...
>TV and the internet have lost their fun. It's all gotten too repetitive, and you can't think of anything else for you to do.
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>>29045376
>You found a job after about a month of searching, and it's been a reason to get up early in the morning.
>Getting up early in the morning is such an uncomfortable thing, and your panicking mind really doesn't need that type of feeling when you stop dreaming and start living.
>Not only do you value yourself less and less every day, but you start to put less value into everything around you instead.
>You haven't truly cried thus far. Just some more leaked tears.
>But that's fine; it only means you've been doing this right. Not letting yourself get all sobby just because of feelings you have despite living in a comfy home and all.
>Just ignore the feelings and move on with your decent life.
>Your life is far from broken. It may be empty with the fact that you're alone over 90% of the time, but it's not broken.
>But maybe it's your brain that's the one that's broken.
>You still can't feel better. And it's starting to feel as though it's for no reason. Your loss was so far into the past now.
>Why is it still affecting you?
>Did... did it really mean THAT much to you?
>Based on how you felt during the first day, that answer is a big yes.
>An overwhelming yes.
>But you keep quiet about it, not wanting to be a burden to those who are still around you during that little 10% of the time.
>The other 90% of the time is spent being lost in your own head.
>This isn't the way you wanted to spend your time alive. But talking to people only leads to you desperately trying to hold your feelings in with their presence being a burden for you in a strange way.
>At least you don't have to make yourself smile when there's no one around to see you frown.
>When is there going to not be anything wrong with you?
>You really shouldn't be affected by one thing this much.
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>>29045386
>No matter how... massive... a hole it left in your life after it vanished to never return.
>Well, the hole is more in your heart and soul than your life.
>But your heart and soul are a huge part of your life, supporting your spirit that's now... broken.
>Where did your enthusiasm go?
>Probably the same place where the future you always dreamed of went. The future that is no longer possible, even though you put so much effort into trying to make it happen.
>It can't happen now with that huge hole that was left.
>But you can't find anything to suffice the void. And so, you sit until you find something that does.
>Unreasonably praying that it falls into your lap somehow.
>But deep down no the inside, you know that's not going to happen.
>How much longer until something changes?
>Well, whenever you change, or course.
>...How much longer until you change?
>...
>You hear a knock on the door.
>At first, you’re hesitant to answer it at first, but you manage to lift yourself off of the couch after however many days it has been.
>The door swings open, and before you can say a single word, you find yourself taken into a hug by surprise.
>Pinkie Pie was at the door.
>Her arms tightly fold around your body, and your eyes shoot wide open with shock, and soon, your lids lower into a glazed expression as a pair of puckered lips meets yours.
>And all of your sadness found itself no longer all alone in the world.
>You yourself found yourself in the company of a friend. Someone more than just a friend.
>Crying never felt so good.

What happens next?

Sorry about all of the spelling errors. I typed this up in Discord and Discord never lets you spellcheck and I'm sure you all know that I type fast and don't proofread.
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>>29036300

Yeah, okay, I'll agree with you there. Skateboard squats are dum and /fit/ IS getting worse.
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>You wonder what’s wrong with Rainbow Dash.
>(“What’s wrong with you? Should be a better question…”)
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5yugQzEElwU
“Huh?”
>You turn around and see the dreaded and ghastly figure which resembles you.
>The face, however, is still dark.
>(“How can you be so naïve?”)
>Crap! Not here!
>(“Haven’t you realized? You’re doing more harm than good.”)
>What the hell is that thing talking about?
>(“Manipulating your friends’ feelings…don’t you have any shame?”)
>M-manipulating?
>(“I can feel the power of the elements vanishing…and with them your life. It just got shorter.”)
>You gulp.
>The figure vanishes.
>”Anonymous! Pay attention!” Your teacher scolds.
“Oh uh- sorry!”
>Crap, are you going to die once again?!
>Why?!
>Is it because you extorted Fluttershy?
>Cheated on Rarity…
>…And played Rainbow Dash like a damn fiddle?
>Oh dear.
>You’re a scumbag.
>Perhaps Fluttershy, Rainbow and Rarity don’t feel comfortable with the current situation.
>Hence their bonds are dying.
>And with them, your so-called new purpose in this reality.
>What should you even do?!
>They are all infatuated with you, but at the same time, jealous of each other.
>Jealous of-
>THAT’S IT!
>You’ve finally realized it!
>Their jealousness is what drives them apart from each other.
>Rainbow Dash and Rarity backstabbed each other. While Fluttershy hoped you noticed her.
>Crap, you’ve done it now huh?
>You’re an imbecile.
>And it’s up to you to fix it once again.
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>>29046161


>But how?
>You think of a way.
“…Fuck.”
>Guess it has come to this.
>You have to express your feelings with your friends, and let them know a few things about you.
>No more lies.
>That way, they’ll either respect you and leave you alone…or they’ll end up hating you.
>Perhaps the latter is the most realistic outcome.
>You deserve it anyways.
>Where should you even start?
>By revealing to them that you’re not from Mareami?
>Ugh, this is hard.
>One thing’s for sure.
>You have to be completely honest, and ensure Rainbow, Rarity and Fluttershy get along and…
>You gulp.
>Stop having feelings for you.
>No more fooling around.
>No more abusing their trust.
>You’ll have to be a legit guy to them.
>And just…their friend.
>You sigh.
>You pull out your phone and text each girl the following message.
>[“I’m so sorry…can we still be friends?”]
>Message sent.
>And now we wait for their reaction.
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>>29046180
Quick update, will post more tomorrow.
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>>29046161
>Anon finally realizes how much of a dipshit he's been and knows how to fix the problem now
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVhkE8em0WI
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>>29046185
K
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>>29045323
wait, are you the one doing the time travel story?
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>>29045411
I don't really know, was this supposed to be a large continued story? I guess Pinkie coming in and the two of them cuddling on the couch. Also who is the person in the story we are talking about?
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>>29046161
Okay...so magic schizophrenia is the thing that made Anon intentionally stupid. I don't believe you wouldn't just keep the shitshow going, but its nice your making an effort now, finally.
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>>29046180
Holy shit>>29046185
Your seriously stopping the artificial stupidity that you had going on for far too long? I...I think I feel something approaching joy, or maybe pride, that your actually improving now. Good work NaOH.
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>>29046965
>artificial stupidity
Because slowly going insane and the stress of everything is artificially stupid. Doesn't matter if you learned a lesson, many factors can nullify lessons learned in life.

Go out and start killing people and see if that doesn't change your way of thinking
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>>29046965
>joy, or maybe pride
Are we even capable of such feelings anymore?
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>>29046981
We are still here aren't we?
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>>29046976
Yeah...that insanity thing had no affect until just now on Anon acting like a fucking dumbass. Repeatedly. So yeah, artificial stupidity to make conflict.
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>>29046995
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>>29047007
We all feel it mang, we all feel it.
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>>29042779
>It's about another 10 minutes before you reach Twilight's house
>You got all the way here
>And you still have no idea what to say
>You still go ahead and knock on her door
>”Coming!”
>It's her voice, Not torn apart by smog and years of war and regret
>It's a mere 15 seconds before she appears in the doorway, looking quite confused
>”Oh hello... Amon?”
“Anon. Hi. Can we talk?”
>”Aren't we doing that now.”
>still a Smartass
“Funny.”
>”Can I help you?”
“Look... God this is going to be difficult to explain.”
>You must come off a massive creep right now
“Twilight, have you ever seen the terminator films?”
>She looks utterly perplexed at your question
>”Umm... What? I mean, sure, like, just 1 and 2.”
>Fair enough, they're the only films anyway
“I've had by conciousness transplanted from the year 2043 into my younger self in order to stop you from developing ATLAS, and AI that goes rogue and tries to wipe out humanity for optimum resource use and self defence.”
>For several seconds she doesn't say anything
>”Fuck off.”
>And with that she slams the door in your face.
>Well.
>That could have gone better.
>Honestly, considering the importance of the mission, you need to accept option Z
>The sooner you prevent Twilight from developing ATLAS, the less likely some strange temporal mechanics will kick in that will make it impossible.
>And you only have one shot.
>You roll up your sleeves
>Last time around you ended up in prison for ten years for Manslaugther
>You could survive prison again
>Hell, they could execute you, it'd be worth the cost.
>Sorry Twilight, but duty...
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>>29047161
>A gunshot rings through the air and you feel the impact on your right shoulder
>As you fall forward, you assume it's a 9mm pabulum round
>Properly a pistol given that it was only one bullet.
>It was a poor shot, barely grazing your shoulder, but blood is leaking onto your shitty hoody, and it is likely you will be shot again
>You collapse onto the door, turning around to face your assailant

>It's... Fucking Flash?
“What the hell?”
>As Flash takes aim again, Twilight opens the door
>You shoot to your feet and run inside, grabbing her hand as you do
>Three shots ring out, each impacting with either the doorframe or the stairs directly behind the door
>”What the hell!”
>Great minds I suppose.
“Twilight, get to the back of the house, If I shout Figaro run as far as you can outback and don't stop.”
>”Anon? Why is Flash shooting at you?”
>As she asks this Flash enters the home, and levels his pistol at you
>You don't have time to answer as you immediately sprint towards him
>Before he can even get a shot off you've rugby tackled him to the floor
>You throw a punch towards his face which he effortless catches
>His face is the picture of calm rage. No fear passes across his death mask of a face
>He headbutts you and you recoil back, to which he shoves you off him and onto the floor
>He reaches for his dropped gun, so you swipe you feet at his legs, bringing him back onto the floor
>Fight or flight?
>You run over to grab the gun
>Fight it is
>He manages to jump up and punch you square in the chest, before sending another towards your temple
>He's moving with unparreled precision and speed, but you've thought biped units plenty of times, if he was a combat drone you'd be dead already
>You duck under the second punch and uppercut him in the chin, sending him back
>Annoying he ends up quite near the pistol, which he quickly picks up off the floor and aims it at you
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>>29047165

>But your close enough to grab the gun and just about point it away from you
>He still pulls the trigger five times as the two of you wrestle with the gun, sending bullets throughout the house
>On the sixth attempt the gun clicks empty
>Flash once again headbutts you and holds the gun to use a bludgeon
>You run pass him into the kichen
>You take a few seconds to think
>If he is someone ATLAS sent from the future, he won't want to kill Twilight
>But how on earth did...

>You think back to when Twilight recruited you for the mission
>It's a smog filled morning in the amidst the ruins of an old bordertown near mexico
>The air is thick with tension
>You've just got done being patched up, both your eye and knee are in bandages
>And there she is
>For years you hated her, loathed her.
>She was the one that brought this upon the world, she was the reason no child had been born in a decade
>After all, who would want to bring up a child in hell
>And here she was
>Offering a chance to undo
“Time travel?”
>”Just mental timetravel. Ironically, despite inventing it, ATLAS has little use for it. The conciousness can only travel to a point earlier in it's bodie's history”
>Earlier in it's bodies history
>For a time after the 3rd battle of Yonkers, Flash had been taken prisoner by ATLAS forces
>ATLAS would do this from time to time
>Usually in order to create sleeper agents, reprogramming humans using advanced and terrifying psychiatric treatments to turn them against humanity
>But we had long ago worked out how to test for sleeper agents, and once he returned to the army of the former America Flash had passed.
>Unless
>There had been rumours
>That ATLAS had managed to be able to imprint an artificial personality unto organics
>A Smart AI, as oppose to a brainwashed human, could easily pass our tests
>Had ATLAS sent back an AI in Flash's body to ensure that we could never prevent ATLAS's creation?
>Could there be more?
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>>29047167
>You had to worry about that later
>You grabbed a steak knife from a knife holder in Twilight's kitchen
>It would have to do
>Flash enters the room, and notices you with the knife in your hand
>Out of dumb habit, you spin it about in your hand
>Flash charges, and you roll to one side
>He collides with the Kitchen worktop and you moved to slam the knife into his back
>With unparalleled speed he spins and and grabs the knife in midair
>His hands are cut open, and his blood begin to stain the knife
>You knee him in the balls, and he barely flinches
>You rip the knife out of his hands and stand in a open stance, ready to stab at any time
>He stands back, then turns around and grabs a steak knife of his own
>Shit
>You're no Big boss, you'd lose this knife fight
>You debate telling Twilight to run, but Flash likely has absolutely no intention of killing her
>You debate running and taking her hostage, properly the one organic that ATLAS needs alive
>No. You die by yourself
“Let's dance.”
>the two of you circle each other, but he makes the first move, lunging towards you
>You step back, but the blade still sinks into your right thigh
>You barely have time to think about the pain before you plunge your own knife into Flash's right arm
>He moves back, the blade dragging through his arm, and he doesn't even grimace
>He kicks your hand, forcing you to drop the knife, before charging towards you and slamming you into a cabinet
>With no expression on his face, he holds the knife against your throat
>Well
>It's been.
>Not fun at all
>Not even in the past for two hours and you're already about to die
>He begins to move to stab you in the throat
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>>29047173
>A gunshot rings through the air
>Blood splatters against you face as Flash's skull crumples like a car hitting a tree
>He falls to the floor, dropping the knife as he does so
>You fall to your knees, shocked
>You turn to face Twilight Sparkle, holding a M1911 pistol, looking shocked at what she just did

>You can't help but laugh and fall onto the floor as you do so
>Twilight is shocked, and barely moves from her spot
>Your laughter becomes gradually weaker and more wheezy
>You sight darkens and dims
>Before you drift into unconsciousness from lack of blood and shock, you vaguely hear sirens in the distance

That's all for now, expect more later
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>>29044762
yes, until fingerbang n°10000
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>>29047177
>Killing Flash off immediately
I like your style.
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>>28979942
Because animators are pathologically incapable of drawing female characters with realistic bodily proportions.
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How many green dumps can we do before we need a new thread?

Not many I think.
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>>29048048
Yeah writefags are fucking busy
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>>29047392
this
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>>29047177
Well hot damn...you nailed the terminator vibe. Keep up the good work man.
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>>29047177
>By the time you come too, it's properly dark
>You look around through squinting eyes and notice your in a hospital
>Not a tent by the side of some dilapidated highway covered in vomit and blood, but a honest to god hospital, with sterile walls, actual equipment and doesn't smell of death
>You move to scratch your eyes, and notice you can't move your left arm
>Mainly because it is handcuffed to the bed
>well, that makes sense
>You did sort of kill a guy, even if he was a AI sent from the future to ensure the existence of another AI
>Fucking timetravel

>with nothing else to do, you think
>In all likelihood, any sleeper agents would have to be sent from before you timetravelled, or perhaps from previous timelines
>ATLAS is winning, so we can rely on it not wanting to change the timeline
>Which means that it won't actively move against anyone, just ensuring that it gets created.
>It does however pose a massive problem
>Previously, when you had no idea ATLAS had sent agents back in time, you could rely on killing Twilight to ensure ATLAS never gets created
>But any AI's sent back in time would be advanced enough to create ATLAS's first few iterations
>Killing Twilight won't stop humanity's extinction.
>Only killing any other AI's will
>And the only way to drag them out is to rely on them trying to protect the original timeline
>You need to actively move against ATLAS in public to get their attention
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>>29048823
>Fuck
>This is going to be a lot harder then you thought
>That's not even covering how you are going to explain you and Twilight killing Flash sentry
>Evidently the telemetry noticed you were concious
>A doctor, followed by a uniform cop entered your room, the Doctor looking down on his chart, the cop subtly watching you from afar, her hands roughly close to her gun
>”Mr Anon.y.Mouse?”
“Yeah. Hi.”
>”Are you aware why you're in this hospital.”
“Gunshot wound on my shoulder, stab wound in my thigh, numerous bruises?”
>The doctor smiled, though it was obviously strianed
>”Indeed. Now, when the police arrived at the Sparkle resident, you were unconscious on the kitchen room floor. Do you remember anything else?”
>They were obviously checking your short term memory
“Flash sentry with his brains blown out”
>The cop takes over from talking
>”Your friend Twilight was found in state of shock with the murder weapon still clutched in her hands. There was also another pistol lying near Flash Sentries body. What happened in that house.”
>No time for an interrogation like the present.
“has Twilight already been interviewed?”
>”That's none of your concern.”
>Shit
“All right. I was heading to Twilight's house to quickly ask her about homework as I was in the neighbourhood. When she closed the door, Flash out of nowhere opened fire on me.”
>You begin to explain the events inside Twilight's house, not mentioning anything about AI's, the future or anything that'd get you sent to the loony bin.
>You stress how both you and Twilight only acted in self defence, and that Flash Sentry was the aggressor
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>>29048828
Fuck forget name

>”All right Mr Mouse, that collaborates mostly with what Twilight Sparkle and eye witnesses say what happened.”
>Oh thank god. Flash opening fire in the middle of a street was a conspicuous as you thought it would've been in this decade
>”Just a few further questions.”
>”Must we Officer? Mr Mouse has been in a semi-critical condition for nine hours and no doubt needs time to...”
>”Before she was properly calmed down, Miss Sparkle was ranting about... Terminator and Time travel. Any idea why?”
>Shit
“nope.”
>She squints, but doesn't say anymore
>”All right. Also, eye witnesses say that Miss Sparkle slammed the door on you seconds before this all kicked off, and that it looked like you were about to enter the house without permission.”
>Who the hell saw that.
“I don't know what gave them that idea. We said goodbye and I barely turned around to leave before Flash shot me.”

>”Right. Well, that's all I have to ask.”
>The officer moves to undo the handcuffs keeping you attached to the bed
>”Sorry about that, security measure, can't have you running off.”
“Not the first time I've been chained to a bed.”
>Fuck You said that out loud
>”Ahah. You kids.”
>Well that could've gone worse

>You spent the next few hours in hospital
>Every few second you would scratch your scars
>After a few hours sleep, come morning your dad walks in to talk

>”Hey son...”
“Hey Dad.”
>”...What the hell happened?”
“...Fleetfoot was always fine, I thought Flash was going to do something dangerous. I had to stop him before he did anything terrible.”
>”And he tried to kill you?”
>...
“Yeah.”
>”Anon... Did.... Do you know why?”
>I can't say why
“Not a clue.”
>”Son... Are you all right?”
“Yeah. I'm all right.”
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>>29048823
>>29048828
Forgot your name dude.
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>>29048840
>By the time you finally get out of the hospital, it's been four days
>You walk to school with a limp, carefully clutching a back over your right shoulder
>Anyone else walking to school keeps their distance and whispers whilst looking at you
>Which is fair enough, you killed Flash Sentry
>But everyone should know that he tried to kill you and Twilight
>At least everyone properly thinks that

>You get to CHS after about half an hour
>Everyone is staring at you as you walk on campus
>You ignore it. You are 43 after all, you can't really care about what a bunch of teenagers thought
>And so you walk to class, which you roughly remember as properly being Physics
>You here whispers of Flash trying to kill you, and how twilight saved your life
>Not exactly how you want it to be remembered, you did about 90% of the work, but whatever
>For now, you need to blend in to the people.
>Even if one AI worked out you're from the future, it isn't a guarentee any others do, or even if these AI's have timetravelled yet
>Despite coming from your personal past
>Fucking timetravel
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>>29048848
>You obviously, are not as smart as Twilight Sparkle, and as such are not in her super elite Physics class
>You do however, know when Breaktime is
>You're buddy from the past Soarin confirmed she actually came into School today, even if she was still shook up from past events
>And with that, you waited until Half ten to track her down.
>Typically, you found her on her own in the library absent mindedly staring into space
>She doesn't even notice as you sit in front of her until you clear your throat
>”OH. Hi... Anon? You look like shit.”
>Being almost killed does that to you
“You're no spring chicken yourself.”
>She laughs a little
>”You've known me for about a day in total and you're already insulting me.”
>Staying clear of what happened then? Sorry, but we can't ignore the topic forever
“I've known you for about 3 years from my frame of reference.”
>You subtly see her eyebrows rise, properly from using frame of reference in reference to time travel
>”So.. Are you still saying...”
“Not here. The walls have ears. We need to go somewhere private. What's your next lesson?”
>She seems surprised, but quickly answers your question
>”English.”
>”Good. We are going to skip it.”

>”So...”
“Do you believe me now?”
>”...My friend tried to kill you out of nowhere, and I killed him.”
“Look. He... God this is complicated.”
>”Start from the beginning. Tell me everything.”
“You sure? It's not a happy story?”
>”Tell me.”
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>>29046185
Aww yiss.
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>>29048851
“After graduating from MIT with a degree in Artificial intelligence Programming, you join Darpa in creating a military intelligent system supposed to be used to control swarms of drones in order to defend Carriers from attack. The Project changes as you improve it's calculation ability. Eventually, on the 27th October 2030, ATLAS goes online in order to “Carry the burdens of the world.”.”
>”I build an AI?”
>Oh boy
“Exactly 4.9 seconds after activation, ATLAS overides every nuclear silo with a network connection, and uses MAD to force other countries to launch all their nukes. In 3 hours the world is plunged into nuclear winter. 5 billion humans die of starvation, radiation poisoning or simple annihilation in the coming months.”
>Twilight covers her mouth with her hand
“You told me you survived in a nuclear bunker in Nevada. I was in a low security Prison in Washington state.”
>”What... What happens afterwards.”
>you swallow.
“After conditions for the human race begin to normalise even slightly, the drone armada of Nato, Ex Warsaw pact nations and China are used to pick off the remaining humans. Bioengineered plagues are unleashed on human populations and human population probably drops to below 1 billion.”
>You cover your right eye
“The Drones and the AI continues to advance, dedicated to wiping out humanity. There is no grand global resistance, no heroes. There's you, a Scientist filled with regret trying to undo her greatest mistake.”
>For a few moments neither of you say anything.
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>>29048859
>”If your telling the truth... If you are from this terrifying future... If I'm responsible for all of this...”
“Why don't I kill you and save the future?”
>She nods, quietly
“... It won't work.”
>”Why not?”
“Flash attacked me four days ago because I believe he was an AI sent back through Flash's body. If that's right, if more have been sent through, even If I kill you one of them could develop the AI without you. It's just optimum for the AI to keep you Alive in order to not pollute the timeline.”
>For a few moments she doesn't say anything. Knowing that a man from the future had actually considered killing you a few days ago is no doubt a little worrying
“If you told 17 year old me I'd be talking about timeline pollution I'd laugh in your face.”
>You sigh and run a hand through your hair
>”So... What's the plan?”
>Despite everything you laugh
“You've learnt that you will accidentally cause the apocalypse and you are already asking how to help?”
>”Is it simply I refuse to develop the AI?”
>You stroke your chin
“No. If there are other AI's here, ATLAS will still be developed. The only way to stop that is to stop any AI agents in the present.”
>”So... you have to kill every sleeper agent.”
>You gulp
“Yeah.”
>That... Is easier said then done

Propably all tongiht, hope you guys are enjoying it, by the time I update it'lkk properbly new thread so I'll add it to my pastebin soon
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>>29048871
Thank you
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As we approach the end of the year, what has been everyone's favourite greentext?
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>>29049183
Anything by leman.
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>>29049183
Winter Formal Dash
Coming Out of Her Shell
Time after Time
New to Canterlot High / The Ordinance Under Canterlot City
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Someone mack a new thread.
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>>29049535
New thread fuckboy
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