Reverse-trap/Tomboy Thread 17

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>>29224586
>tfw no darlingbro or coco puffs

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So guys, I've been working on this for a few days.

It's called:
>Campaign For a Better Weekend

It's a punk inspired story of rebellion and revenge.

I know I'm not anywhere near to Jeff's level, I just hope it's not the worst thing you've ever read

http://pastebin.com/dSABzX5w

I'll probably post more updates once I finish editing them up.

(Also, it is EXCEPTIONALLY hard to find reverse trap pictures.)

>>29224782
>Jeff level
Nobody can get on his level Anon.

>>29225103
I know, I'm not saying that I am.

>>29224782
>You leave Spitfire in the entrance way sipping down on a cup of beer
“Scuse me,” you say as you slip through the kitchen crowd
>It’s definitely packed, that’s for sure, but most of the crowds seem concentrated in the kitchen the living room, and whatever she’s got in her backyard
>It doesn’t take you long to find Dash, as he’s leaning up against a granite counter
>For a moment you think he’s pissed on the floor, there’s a huge puddle at his feet
>You watch him take a sip of his beer and then pour out a mouthful onto the floor
>That’d be a Dash move, to piss the floor. You’re glad he’s not that drunk
>Yet
>His cup thoroughly drained into his gullet, he grabs another off the counter
“DASH!” You go skidding through his puddle
>Fuck, that wasn’t smooth
>You brace for impact as you collide with him
>It’s not a huge collision, as the both of you keep your feet, but that’s only thanks to your quick thinking, as you wrap your body around Dash
>By the time you come to a stop, you’re practically lifting him off the ground
>”H-Hey, put me down.” Dash squirms in futility, and you can REALLY feel how boney he is
>But you can also feel some softness in him too, a little give against his skin, which is pretty gay if anyone knew you were pseudo feeling him up
“Sorry, sorry!” You set Dash down and notice he’s furiously blushing
>”Touch me like that again and I will end you.” He manages through grit teeth
>Ignoring the radiating gay, you spill the beans to Dash
“Dude we have a code red. I think Spitfire wants to fuck, and she won’t leave me alone. You’re going to have to do as much damage as you can on your own and- Are you blushing?”
>Dash blushes harder
>”’Course not!” He goes uncharacteristically silent
>He tries scratching at his head through his hood, and you’re glad he’s got the sense not to pull it down. His hair is a dead give away
>Okay, maybe he really is gay

>>29225416
>Which is cool with you, it doesn’t bother you, but-
>BUT THAT’S NOT IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW
>”You should do it, dude.”
“WHAT?”
>“Man, do it! Get some! I’m proud of you!”
>For someone ‘proud of you’, he sounds pretty crestfallen
“No no, this isn’t about getting me laid, this is about sabotaging this party and ruining Spitfire!”
>”Yeah but think about it man, you could dig up SO much dirt on her. We- You could ruin her.”
>You think about it- Wait, are you really considering this?
>You’re not low enough to basically have drunken sex with Spitfire, the enemy, are you?
>Well for one thing, you’re not drunk enough, which you try to remedy with your own and then Dash’s beer
>”Hey, you got your own!” He protests
>You jab him in the chest with your finger while crushing your-his cup.
>He shrinks away from your prodding
“I will THINK about it. For now, just do what you can. And have you seen Twilight?”
>”Dude, she’s fucking GONE, man. I can’t find her anywhere. I went looking for her but it’s like she disappeared or something.” Says Dash, recovering
“Okay, okay. Right now this plan is going to hell in a hand basket. We need to find Twilight, do some damage and GET outta here. Got it?”
>”Got it.”
“And if I can’t find you, in one hour meet me at the car.”
>”An hour’s all I get? Dude this is my first party EVER, I kinda wanna stay longer to-”
“No. One hour.”
>”Fine. But get something good on Spitifre. I’ll do what I can out here. You’re the man on…” he trails off and starts snickering. “...Man on the inside.”
“Fuck you.”
>”You wish.”

>>29225429
>You are Twilight Sparkle
>Your head swims with drunkenness
>You clutch an *almost* empty bottle of cheap whiskey to your chest, as if it were a lifeline
>There’s people all around. Couples dancing, singles mingling, music pulsing
>You know alcohol is a depressant but you can’t help but feel like you’ve got some wild energy you need to burn off
>You stumble forward, nearly crashing into a clutch of hapless, drunk party goers
>”Woah, you okay?” One of them asks, extending an earnest hand to help
>”Doing GREAT!,” you howl as you right yourself
>Someone cheers for you, and you take a sloshed bow
>”Man this chick is FUCKED up.” Someone says
>Which is true. You are wildly drunk
>You’ve never felt this way before
>It’s kind of...exciting
>What’s more exciting is the clear headedness you’ve achieved
>It’s not all that clear in your head, but it’s a lot quieter than it normally is, which is an achievement for you.

Hope you guys are having as much reading this as I had writing it!

>>29225444
>You’ve managed to silence the oppressive voices in your head
>The voices, which you’ve named “Mom and Dad” have been a constant feature of your social life
>Always talking over you, always warning you about making mistakes
>They’ve plagued you roughly your entire life
>But this…
>You stroke the whiskey bottle
>This magical elixir puts a muzzle on those voices
>You think hard as you stagger onto the couch
>Is this why people become alcoholics?
>You finally understand them
>At last, you stand on the couch, exhausted from your mountainous trek
>It takes you a few seconds to realize how much taller than everyone else you are
>Someone notices your successful journey onto the couch and starts cheering for you to...take it off? What?
>Pretty soon more voices join in on the chorus of encouragement
>You start egging on the crowds
>It was as if…
>As if you were a conductor of a great symphony
>You bottle is your baton, wherever it goes, the noise rises and falls, ebbs and flows
>Pretty soon an impressive crowd has gathered in the living room, their faces all aglow with alcohol and excitement
>They roar with approval as you drain the last of the bottle down your throat
>And then fall silent as you hurl the bottle haphazardly towards the television, eyes shut tight
>Where it collides with the massive, black panel
>And shatters into large pieces
>Along with the T.V.
>”WHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!” You bleat, sticking your fists up in the air, completely oblivious to your $4,000 mistake
>You hop off the couch and swipe a beer from someone’s hands and drain it
>All to the roar of a sudden awkward silence
>Man, parties are fun!

Lemme bump fo mo

More Oblivious bravismo

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>>29225456
From bad to worse. Please don't defile my twilight.

>>29228192
Twilight is the most likely to be a beliegerent drunk anon. Face reality.

>>29225456
>You are Rainbow Dash
>You’re still in the kitchen spilling beer all over the place
>You look around the room to find that nobody really cares what you’re doing
>Everyone’s too self absorbed, as usual
>You know, for a complete bitch, Spitfire’s got a nice house
>You wonder what she’s done to deserve any of this, or if she takes it for granted
>Thinking back on it, this is the largest house you’ve ever been in
>Saying that this place is huge is not an exaggeration
>Frankly, you’re not surprised you lost Twilight, and you wonder if you’re going to see Anonymous again
>Will he keep his promise? Or will he be too focused on getting laid to care about you?
>A picture of Anonymous, half naked and tall, flashes through your mind
>You shake the image loose from your head, violently
>Gah! What was that?
>And why do you care so much about what Anonymous does?
>Didn’t you want him to do it with Spitfire?
>Yeah, so he could dig up dirt. Like maybe she’s got a dick or something?
>Before you realize it you’ve sucked down another beer
>You’re starting to feel the alcohol pounding at your head
>The room is *just* slightly spinning beneath you. Whatever, you’re still in control here
>You wonder when he’s going to come back
>Anonymous. Huh.
>You’ve really done a 180 on the guy
>You went from casually hating him to disliking him to...
>To…
>Well, you called him a friend earlier, so you’re going to go with that for now
>You silently hope he feels the same towards you
>...
>You know, you should be bouncing off the walls at this party. It’s a gathering of a bunch of impulsive, idiotic kids. There’s a kind of energy you can feel, a palpable sense of urgency to *do* something
>But you don’t bounce off the walls, you just hang around the kitchen purposefully spilling beers, watching people engaging with each other and just being people
>Is that loneliness you’re sensing?

>Page 9
Not today Satan

Bump before bed. Glad to see more writers.

keep this thread alive, keep this threaaad alliaiiiive all you anons keep this thread alive!
https://youtu.be/JofwEB9g1zg

>>29224621
Coco comes...er later

Bump bump

>>29228688
Poor poor lonely Dash

>>29231224

>>29228688
I like this.

>>29228688
I sense love is in the air.

Hey guys, thanks for being patient. Won't be able to write for a few more hours, but I'll have content up late tonight.

Expect lewds.

>>29233567
Oh my~

>Jeff is writing still
>Oblivious is writing

Feels good to have content. Now I'm just waiting on tomboy Twilight

>>29228688
>You’re no stranger to the feeling, but why here, and why now?
>And you’re tapping your feet urgently before you realize exactly what you’re doing
>You didn’t think you were one of those sad, sappy drunks, but you’re worried you’re going to prove yourself wrong
>Another beer will calm your nerves
>The puddle at your feet has grown substantially, and so you figure you’ve had enough hanging around the beer
>You wander around the kitchen for a bit before heading towards a door you didn’t notice before
>It’s squeezed into the wall, just outside the kitchen, by the main stairs
>Is that a basement door?
>You twist the knob and find that the door comes open
>You peer down the pitch black stares
>You might be able to do some damage down here-
>Wait, what’s that sound?
>You listen closely, you thought you heard something down there
>Man for a well furnished house, Spitfire has a creepy ass basement
>You’re about to shut the door when two shapes coming flying up the stairs
>They zip between your legs and tear off towards the kitchen
>Two adorable little brown terriers zip around the house, caught up instantly in the energy and life of the party
>Oh hell yes, you just let the dogs out
>She must have locked them down there so they wouldn’t get into trouble
>Hopefully they take a shit on the carpet or something
>You look around to make sure nobody is watching
>Coast is clear
>You make your way down the stairs, using your shitty cellphone as light, closing the door behind you

>>29231923
>>29233381
>>29233409
Glad you guys like it so far!

>>29233567
Welcome back Jeff! Cheers for more Reverse Fluttertrap!

>>29234017
I'm doing my best!

>>29234248
>Her basement is probably the size of your whole house
>There’s a semicircle of leather couches that surround a MASSIVE television, which is flanked on both sides by speaker towers
>You’re sure they’ve had some wonderful family moments down here
>And you kind of hate her for that
>You wonder what you could do down here, alone
>So...alone
>It slowly dawns on you that this is the longest you’ve ever spent hanging out with someone before
>This whole night with you and Twilight and Anon has been pretty incredible
>You wish Anon was with you right now. He’d have an idea of what you can do that won’t get you arrested
>Well, you’re not exactly a vandal. While spilling the beer and letting the dogs out was pretty good, you’re approaching criminal charges if you fucked up anything down here
>You casually spread out the remainder of your beer across Spitfire’s plush leather couches before heading back up the stairs

I would like to bump

>>29234255
Nice work.
My faith was rewarded.

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>>29234255
Moar

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>>29234255

Dude I fucking LOVE Reverse Traps. Where has this thread and these stories been all my life?

>>29236371
I know right? May Jeff and Oblivious bless us with story time.

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Continuing from >>29213658

Will update the pastebin tomorrow. Right now I'm running on barely any sleep and I want to get as much done as I can before I pass out. If the updates stop at a random time, my apologies.

>You lean back in the seat, watching trees flick by through the car window
>Harshwhinny's words take a while to settle in, but when they do, you can't help but smile
"We're one weird family, aren't we?"
>"Undoubtedly."
>You can tell that Ms. Harshwhinny is trying really hard not to grin like an idiot as she pulls into the local supermarket
>As she leads you and Fluttershy inside, you can hear her still muttering 'just like a family' under her breath
>It's hard to imagine anyone -- let alone someone like her -- looking happier

>Inside, the two girls almost immediately disappear deep into the store
>Harshwhinny has a long list of the necessary supplies (cake mix, streamers, and tiny cocktail wieners, to name just a few things), and Fluttershy skips excitedly along next to her, offering stuttering little suggestions as to how each singular plan can be improved
>You leave to the two of them to figure out plans together, content to stroll aimlessly through the aisles, daydreaming of how nice it'll be to finally have Dash back
>You're almost looking forward to the inevitable headaches!
>Having lost all sight of the two women, you make a lazy circuit around the produce aisle, ending up at the front of the store
>And that's when, randomly scanning the various customers, you notice Gilda stepping through the door
>She looks around for a moment before she notices you
>You wave her over, taking a seat on a green plastic bench near the Customer Service stall
>She plops down next to you, crossing her legs
>"What's up, kiddo?"
>After taking a sip of her ever-present coffee, she gives you a friendly nod

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>>29237086
"Not much. Did Ms. H tell you about tonight?"
>"Of course. Got the night off and everything."
>Gilda tries to keep her face steady, but it's clear she's suppressing a smile
>"Guess I can take a few hours to watch you all, and everything."
"Oh, come on. Don't act like you're not excited."
>Gilda furrows her brow
>"I'm not! It's something to do, I guess."
"Well, if it's such a chore, I can just tell Ms. Harshwhinny not to--"
>Gilda jabs a finger at you
>"Don't you dare--"
>She catches herself mid-outburst, folding her hands back in her lap
>"Alright, alright. You got me. Maybe I'm a *little* excited."
"Just a little? I bet that'd make Harsh a little disappointed to hear."
>"Are you blackmailing me? That shit's pretty illegal, kid."
>Gilda jokingly pats the handcuffs attached to her belt
>A few minutes of silence stretch between the two of you
>"...does she talk about me, at all?"
"She has a picture of you on her desk."
>"Holy shit. Already?"
"Yep. She tries to hide it whenever anyone comes by, though. And she blushes any time we mention you."
>Gilda whistles
>"Wow. That's..."
>She raises an eyebrow
>"That's a lot more than someone like me deserves, I can say that much."
"I'd disagree."
>She gives you an odd look, a tiny fringe of pink touching her cheeks
>"Oh. Thanks, I guess."
>She crosses and then re-crosses her legs, staring contemplatively out at the ordered chaos of the market
>"What about you? How's stuff with you and the other two?"
"It's... complicated."

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>>29237130
>"Yeah? How's that?"
>Gilda finishes her coffee, tossing the crumpled paper cup into a wastebasket twenty feet away
>It sails in perfectly, and she pumps her fist in excitement
>You give her a thumbs-up, then explain... well, as much as you can
>It's really hard to get everything out in a way that makes sense
>She listens with a serious, contemplative expression on her face, regarding you with her steady golden eyes

"...so, yeah. I guess that's about it. Dash is right, but... bleh. I'm really worried I'm gonna hurt her."
>Gilda shakes her head
>"Dude, lemme tell you something. I'm a girl, right? That's not any big news?"
"No?"
>"Well, I'll be the first to say that women make no goddamn sense. No matter how smart, wonderful, loyal, or whatever, we're just not wired to work like that. So, don't try to figure those two girls out. They're smart, and they care about you. They'll figure out what they want on their own."
>Gilda's hands clench together, and she hunches over
>"Trust me. I know what it might feel a little weird. But, sometimes, it's totally okay to just trust the people you love to take care of themselves. And sometimes..."
>She glances up, just as Harshwhinny and Fluttershy are returning
>"...it's okay to let them take care of you, too."

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I did a Butters

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>>29237215
>>29237187
>>29237130
>>29237086
My night couldn't have gotten any better. Both of these are awesome.

>>29237187
Almost starting to regret my decision to read these as they're posted.

>>29236371
What IS it about them? Tomboys are great, but something about having to fully hide their gender, and passing as boys just really kicks it up a notch.

>>29237215
You did a nice

>>29237215
I've been wondering if anyone was going to do any more art of Butters and my prayers have finally been answered

Bless you Anon

>>29237215
THE RIDE NEVER ENDS

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>>29237215

This thread is fantastic. I love the stories and the art. I love you guys

Page 9? More like page NEIN

>>29224586
Love that OP pic.

Scoots makes a good reverse trap.
Non humanized reverse trapping is a kind of weird and hilarious idea. Just imagine an Anon being a little too free around a pony because he doesn't realize that they're female.

"Pants are for suckers bro. Uh. I guess you're a pony so you already know that. I'm gonna keep my underwear on though. Now let's rock some Halo."

>>29240372
Green text it. I love the idea.

>>29237215
i want to palm her puffy vulva

>>29240372
I'd love another Scoots story.

>>29237130
>>>>lesbians

>>29240426
>>29241144
I'm already attempting a Trixie thing.
Scoots is in it, but mostly as a side character.

Hooved reverse trap is too funny to completely ignore... maybe somebody else will take a crack at it.

>>29242755

>>29243620

page 10 save

>>29234255
>You are Anonymous
>Spitfire has been following you around ALL NIGHT, showing you around the house
>You can’t shake her to save your life. You casually sip on the beers she gives you, trying to play it cool, but deep down you’re panicking
>Where the hell is Twilight? And you just visited the kitchen and couldn’t find Dash
>You’re starting to worry whether or not you’re all going to get out of this in one piece. Or whether or not you’re going to get found out
>Spitfire is REALLY drunk, so that helps your chances
>She’s drunk enough to grab you by your arms and hang off them
>And drunk enough to lean in extra close and whisper to you
>”Hey Eric, I wanna show you my room…”
>Oh no
>The utterance of those words makes your skin crawl
>And your loins stir
“Listen, I don’t...I don’t think that’s such a great idea-”
>But before you can stop her, she’s pulled you back into the entranceway and is heading for the stairs
>”C’mon, my room’s upstairs. I *really* wanna show you my bed.”
>She pauses in dragging you upstairs to lock a door near the entrance
>You stumble in her grasp sloshing beer across your sweatshirt
>You’re not too drunk to resist physically, but mentally, your mind stirs with plans
>You can hear Dash’s voice ringing in your ears. “Get some!”
>He has no idea what he’s talking about, he’s just talking with his dick
>This could go bad…

>>29245075
>Or it could go worse
>Spitfire throws you onto her bed
>For a girl, she’s got one hell of an arm
>Your heart jumps in your chest and panic starts to cloud your voice
“Hey, listen, why don’t we take it slo-”
>She silences you by locking her lips onto yours, positively jamming her tongue down your throat
>Your tongue fights back valiantly, and you squirm in her grasp, but it’s no use
>The alcohol sits heavy in your gut, but it’s effect on your thoughts is...well...palpable, and tastes vaguely of beer
>Your will to fight slowly fades, and the voice of Dash chiming in your ear becomes louder and louder
>”Get some!”
>”Get some!”
“Get some!” you mumble into Spitfire’s mouth
>She practically drags her mouth off of yours, a thin bridge of saliva connects the two of you together
>”What did you say?”
“N-Nothing.” You stammer
>For a brief moment, you two stare into each other
>Her eyes. Her eyes are beautiful globes of rustic orange, a shade darker than her hair
>”I can’t see *your* eyes.” She moves to nudge back your hood
>And then the panic REALLY sets in
>You yank your body upward, throwing Spitfire off your lap and onto the floor
“SO! Why don’t you show me your room!” You practically yell, alcohol stifling your volume control
>”What the hell?” She asks, slowly and drunkenly recovering. “You wanna see my room?”
“Sure I do! I mean, you’ve got such a nice house, I’m sure your room is just as nice.”
>”Well, I mean…That’s my closet.” She points towards two shut doors.
“Hmmm yes, interesting.” You stand up to closely inspect her closet doors
>Damnit Anonymous what the fuck are you doing?
>You feel a pair of hands playing at the back of your hoodie
>”Why don’t you lose the hoodie Eric?”
>You turn around
>Spitfire has no top on
>OH MY GOD SPITFIRE HAS NO TOP ON
>She’s only got her jeans and her bra, which she presses against your chest with a sultry smile

>>29245078
>”I think it looks great on you, but it’s a little much for right now, don’t you think?” She says while trying to stare deeply into your eyes
>You keep your head down low enough to obscure the features of your face
>Spitfire, as graceful as a drunken rhino, once again tries to subtly throw back your hood
>So you do the only thing you can think of and force your lips onto hers
>She’s startled for a moment, but kisses back with an intensity, pinning you against the wall with the force of her need
>You can feel her positively invading your mouth
>This isn’t how it is in the movies
>This is...wet, and uncomfortable
>Oh God, it’s tongue of war, and you’re losing
>She lets out a tiny moan as your tongues interlock
>Your body and your mind apparently go off in separate directions,
>Internally you’re fighting for a way out of this soon to be sticky situation
>But your body, ever the horny bastard, allows you to thinly drape a hand across ass and pull her in tighter
>Why.jpg
>Fighting the ever pressing need in your pants, your eyes pop open in a vain search for a distraction
>Something, anything- Man, she *really* is drunk
>Your eyes scan the dimly lit room for an escape
>You could shove her again, but that’s not smooth. You’re still trying to get out of this alive
>And then you see it
>You fucking see it
>Something peeking out of her slightly ajar sock drawer
>It’s got a smooth, glandular tip, an elongated shaft, and two hefty spheres at it’s suctioned base
>It’s lying in a pile of her underwear like a gold bar in a dirty river
>It’s a fucking green dildo

>>29242080
Make Scoots have a happy ending as a side character

>>29245083
L-lewd!
Moar!

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>>29245083

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>>29245083
Keep going,

I'm getting aroused from the tension.

>>29245083
Keep up the good work man!
>>glandular tip
I feel like you probably wanted a different word.
Globular? Glans-like?

Bumpola

>9
There must always be a home prepared for our beloved women pretending to be boys.

page 9 aint fine

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>>29237187

>You weren't prepared for what it'd feel like to see Dash out of the hospital
>"Dude... are you crying?"
"I'm not!"
>You say, wiping your shirt sleeve across your eyes
>"Ha! You totally are!"
"Cut it out! I'm just happy to see you!"
>Dash starts laughing so hard that she nearly falls out of her shiny new wheelchair
>Her abdomen is wrapped in fresh linen bandages, but you wouldn't guess she'd ever been injured from the way she's acting
>Wow, what a softie! This is worse than the time I showed you that kitten video!"
"It was a really sad video!"
>You look back at Fluttershy and Harshwhinny, hoping they'll back you up
>Harshwhinny just looks bewildered, though, and Fluttershy looks like she's halfway between joining Dash in laughter and entrancement at the idea of a kitten video
>You turn back to Dash, your hands twitching
"You're the absolute worst, you know that?"
>Dash sticks out her tongue
>"I'm aware~"
>As much as you'd like to punch her shoulders to being such an idiot, you can't manage to feel even the slightest bit of anger at her
>You're just too damn happy to have her back
>So instead of giving her the shoulder-punches she probably deserves, you drop to your knees and wrap her in your arms
>Dash nuzzles into you, smelling of sweat and hospital soap
"It's good to have you back, you insensitive numbskull."
>She giggles, kissing your neck
>"It's good to be back, you giant softie."

>>29248780
HYPE

>>29248780
Threesome when?

>>29248780
comfy

>>29248780
so good, we're almost there

>>29250019
8's not great

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>>29249130
Best possible scenario:
Butters gets spit-roasted by Anon and Dash (wearing a strap-on), while GIlda and Harsh share a two-headed dildo

>>29251085
>nice pic
>nice posibility
You sir are nice

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>>29251085
I still don't know how I feel about their relationship in the story. On one hand it's cute as fuck, but on the other hand I'm just not that interested in lesbians. Either way though, you can't say Jeff isn't based when he did a super good spin-off with that Cop Gilda story. That alone makes ot fine in my book since we got another good green out of it.

>>29245083
This better end in sex dammit!

This is a bump

>>29251204
I want Anon to give Harshwhinny the child she always wanted.

>>29251085
>>29251487
>>29251848
Five-some ending when?

>>29251204
At first I was angry, but then I realized I feel about the same way. I love their relationship, I'm very happy that butters will get her double mom sweet life.
I'm even happy to know Gilds and Harsh have an active and loving sex life.
But I'm not gagging for in depth lewds, the way I am for Fluts + Anon.

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>>29248780
The story's pastebin is in two parts now. Hopefully this helps make it more readable.

Part 1: http://pastebin.com/GGCZjdDX
Part 2: http://pastebin.com/yvCYNDjU

>Despite being in a wheelchair, Dash refuses to let you help her into Ms. Harshwhinny's car
>She wheels herself up to the door, grips the roof, and pulls herself onto a seat with shaking, sweating arms
>When she finally gets herself situated, she's breathless, but grinning that same wide, doofy Dash-grin you've come to love
>You squeeze in next to her, gently, trying to let her rest her head on your shoulder
>She reverses the position, though, and you end up resting against her body instead
>Fluttershy sits opposite from her, twiddling her thumbs in her lap
>She looks nervous, and more than a little awkward, and it's easy to imagine why
>Sitting next to the girl whose boyfriend you just posed naked for, kissed, and cuddled all night can't be an easy thing to be nonchalant about
>"H-hey, Rainbow..."
>Fluttershy keeps her head down, her face crimson from embarrassment
>Rainbow immediately grabs Fluttershy, squeezing her against her chest
>"What's up, kid?"
>She ruffles Fluttershy's hair making her, somehow, blush even more
>With one arm around Fluttershy, Rainbow wraps the other against you, pulling both of you against her
>Squishd up against her, you can tell she's lost a bit of weight, and her chest is still heaving from the exertion of getting herself into the car
>Despite all this, thought, Dash kisses both your and Fluttershy's forehead, beaming
>"So? How was last night?"
>She winks at Fluttershy, immediately turning her into a stuttering mess
>"It... it w-was... uh... it, uh... well, w-w-w-we, uh..."
>Finally, she manages to choke out
>"It was really, r-really nice..."

>>29252863
Whoa I drink and then I get gifted with this?
Oh boy the Greentext gods are smiling on me today. Thanks Jeffy Boy

>>29252863
hnnnnnng

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>>29252863
>"Yeah? What'd you do, you sly little charmer?"
>She pokes Fluttershy's belly, making her giggle
>"Oh, w-well, uh... we went to the zoo, and c-cuddled a bit, and then I, uh... t-t-took a shower, and... and... A-A-A-Anon kinda came in, and..."
>Ms. Harshwhinny clears her throat
>"As thrilling as this discussion is, you three, maybe have it when your highschool teacher isn't in earshot?"
>Fluttershy looks like she's going to die of embarrassment (well, even more so than usual), but Dash just laughs
>"What's wrong, Ms. H? Never heard of professional courtesy?"
>"Courtesy has its limits, Ms. Dash. And those limits are in full effect in the backseat of my car."
>Dash crosses her legs
>"Yeah? There's no need to be so uptight, man. From what Fluttershy tells me, you and Officer Gilda have been letting loose *plenty* lately."
>Harshwhinny nearly out-blushes Fluttershy
>"T-that is completely private!"
>"Not when your walls are paper thin, apparently."
>For a second, Harshwhinny can only gape like a fish
>"T-that... you..."
>She stops at an intersection and turns around to stare at Fluttershy
>"How much did you hear?"
>"Um... e-enough..."
>Harshwhinny looks like she'd like to sink right through the car and into the center of the earth
>"Noted. I, erm... apologize for anything you might have overheard."
>"It w-wasn't that bad! I just heard you c-calling Ms. Gilda 'mom' a couple times, and a couple of weird slapping n-n-noises--"
>Harshwhinny immediately sits upright, cutting Fluttershy off and flooring the gas as soon as the light changes to green
>"Well, you three, I think we'd better get home for the party! Hahaha! Haha..."

>>29253222
Well that's something i wouldn't think she's into

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>>29253222
bruh

>>29253222
Unf

Jeff's back!

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>>29253222
Trips confirm Harshwhinny's a freak in the sack

>>29253278
I think my default assumption is that tightly wound, domineering characters are total subs in their private life.

>>29253222
>>"As thrilling as this discussion is, you three, maybe have it when your highschool teacher isn't in earshot?"

I'm torn. She's already had a, just, really, beyond TMI, positively pornographic insight into their sex lives. Once somebody's cleaned up the bedspread you messed up at their own house, does it mean that they should be extra considerate of her, or does that mean there's no going back anyways?

Writing a new story here. I am having heretofore unheard of levels of idea block right now guys.

I've got the intro mostly, but before I post it I need to know more about where I'm going.

I don't know if I want to spoil what I have set up right now, but it's Trixie at a male only boarding school.

Anything you guys would want to see in that kind of fic?

I'm cribbing off some anime/manga for some of the vibe and style.
Any suggestions for inspiration mining?

Page 9?
For my reverse trap thread?
Listen. I don't think so buddy.

>>29254927
>but it's Trixie at a male only boarding school.
First of all, hype as fuck

>Anything you guys would want to see in that kind of fic?
That's the thing. I have no idea what I'd like to see. I'm coming up blank in my own writing too.

>Any suggestions for inspiration mining?
Music. Music. Music.

Been bumping this lately

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

>>29251487
Unfortunately I think you'll be disappointed.

>>29245312
>>29245870
>>29246106
;)

>>29246369
Thank you for the tip!

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>>29255591
>not ending this with pounding Dash's sweaty trap box.
>not ending this with using Spitroaster's ruber flesh tube in Dash's fart box.
>not ending this with at least a sympathy handy.

Pick anyone of the following objectives to your statement.

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>>29255987
Objections*

Curse this tiny phone.

>>29255987
I'm playing around with the idea of future lewdness, but but I like where I am now.

Also, one final bump before bed. Gnight everyone!

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>>29256026
Don't tease me obvi.

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>>29254927
>but it's Trixie at a male only boarding school

fuck that sounds amazing.

>>29256026
I mean, I'm fine with not fucking Spitfire.
But leeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwds

Gotta have my physical-emotional-culmination.

Plus, c'mon. It's Rainbow Dash.
You know what we're all here for.
You know what will sell this for absolutely everybody.

>>29254927
>>29255578
What helps me is a little drink drink whenever I get the block.

prework bump.

tomboys are cute

>>29257765
top cute.

>>29257765
+1 bump for boyish girls.

>>29254731
dude theres like no going back after that. i got caught masturbating at my friends house and suddenly her parents treat me like their daughter. after a few days of the wtf would u do that look going at me.

>>29258103
Wait, you were cranking it at friends house and now they treat you like a girl?

How does that even happen?

>>29258103
Go on?

>>29245083
>You are Rainbow Dash
>You throw yourself against the basement door but find that it does not give
>Panicked, you try calling for help
>The noise of Spitfire’s party drowns out your desperate cries, and you slump against the door, defeated
>”Well this is fucked.” You say
>You flip out your phone for light and make your way down the stairs
>You figure it was only a matter of time before Spitfire finds you down here
>You get to thinking: Man, why did you get the shitty end of the deal?
>Anon is getting laid, Twilight’s probably having fun
>And you? You just got drunk, lonely, and locked in a basement
>And you think you’re starting to smell dogshit
>You give a few good sniffs. Yep, one of the dog's shit down here
>You drop onto the couch, forgetting that you’d poured about half a cup of beer onto it
>And now your jeans are wet
>”Anon at least better be getting something good on that bitch.” You say to nobody in particular
>A sudden noise catches your attention
>It’s muffled, and dim, but you can hear it. Someone is shouting something
>Your eyes scan the darkness for the source of the noise and end up on a window cut into the wall
>Wait a minute
>These big houses (or, houses that have basements) usually have fire escapes down here!
>You pull back the fire escape window and find yourself among rocks and fallen leaves
>You’re in a narrow chute carved into the earth, plated on all sides by metal
>You can’t really see at ground level, but you can see it doesn’t go up *too* high
>On the front wall there’s some ladder handles mounted to the wall, and the sound of the party urging you upwards
>You grip the cold metal handles and pull your body up
>Something cold trickles down onto your hood
>You look up and see you’re beneath a 10 foot tall deck, rising off the ground
>Someone’s beer is dripping through the slats and onto you
>Fucking great

>>29258216
>You pull yourself up onto solid ground and stand tall
>Well, tall for you, at least
>You check your surroundings
>Some manicured grass, a deck above you and…
>Is that a pool?
>It sits still, crystalline and perfect
>Amazing that nobody has decided to fuck with it. This is a high school rager after all
>Slowly an evil smile spreads across your face
>It is quite amazing nobody has fucked with her pool. Until you came along, that is
>The real question is, how do you make her regret ever having one?
>Your mind tries to drunkenly concocts an evil plan, something that’d really stick it to Spitfire
>You come up dry
>Maybe you’ve had too much to drink
>You feel something scratching at your shin, repeatedly
>You look down and see one of Spitfire’s little terriers is excitedly greeting you
>It snivels and barks, but in a brainless, excited sort of way, that’s really non-threatening
>You’re about to move on when you pause mid step
>Wait, didn’t a dog shit in the basement?
>You start doing some subtraction in your head until you come up with the answer you’ve been looking for all along:
>Dog. Shit
>It’s bitter and disgusting work, but you gather as much of the stuff as you can from around Spitfire’s freshly manicured lawn
>So this is how grass is supposed to feel. It’s wet, but not too wet. It’s soft and sweet, but at the same time it carries a gentle coarseness to it. It’s nothing like the grass you have at home. You can only recall crunchy yellow grass and patches of crabgrass
>You heap even more scorn into your...heh...duty
>Soon with a disgusting handful of little turds, you dart over to the pool and lean over the waters edge, dropping your palms and plunking them all in

>>29258227
>Without stopping to watch if they sink, you dip your hands into the lukewarm pool, doing your best to clean your filthy hands
>You pause as the water goes still, looking like a pale blue mirror
>Against your better judgement, you stare deep into your own face
>You were...okay? You guess. You’re certainly not ugly!
>Why are you doing this to yourself? Mirrors are for brushing teeth (if you do)
>You frown
>Bleh, you’re not anything special, you tell yourself
>You kinda...hate the way you look
>It’s not tough, it’s not strong. You’ve got soft cheeks and a thin, almost feminine facial structure, with long eyelashes and a dainty little nose
>Where’s that defined and chiseled jaw you’ve always wanted?
>You run a finger across your chin and sigh
>A couple strands of fluorescent, rainbow hair drip down across your face and you brush them back
>God you could really use a shower
>But home is the last place you wanna be right now
>With your pissed off brother especially
>And this party sucks too! You thought it’d be crazy and fun but everything is just boring and awkward
>Maybe you’re just drunk, but little do you realize how far over the edge you’re leaning
>Your grip against the pool sides slips
>Your body pitches forward with sudden fright
>Your arms wheel and flail into the air in futility
>You try and grab a hold of something, but only clutch at empty space
>Your body hits the water with a resounding crash, and down into the poopy drink you go
>You suck in as much air as possible as your arms flail and search for something to hold
>The truth of it is, you’ve hidden this simple fact from a lot of people
>You can’t swim

WE HAVE TO BUMP

>>29258230
RIP Dash.

>>29258103
Hah. I guess it varies by person. I was in a very very similar situation: had sex with girlfriend at a friends house. We were even out of high school (this was after a small "first year of college finished party" while we were back home).
Friend's mom didn't even catch us directly, she was just cleaning up and found the cum-stained sheets, and from what he daughter said, she realized those sounds in the night weren't just "us carrying the party on too late." It's been years, but to this day, she has yet to look directly at me.

>>29245083
I'm starting to think my rohypnol interpretation was wrong.

Spitfire was just so insistent that those beers were for her and Anon (and then seemed to give them all to Anon), and you specifically mentioned an acrid taste.

>>29258216
Aw yiss, more.

Guild-mode on: I feel like this could use like, one more line to set the scene, but maybe that's just my sense of pacing. It'd still be great as a post media res line though, just one that doesn't have action, like this:
>You are Rainbow Dash
>You stare at the door, unable to understand its betrayal
>You throw yourself against the basement door again but find that it still does not give

>>29258230
Aw shit, cliffhanger

>>29258230
F

>>29233381

Gonna make bumps great again

Bump!!

>>29261452

>>29258164
i would but i dont wanna waste post for the end of fluttertrap

Jeff's busy?

It's alright, I can wait. Blue-balling is my fetish

>>29262455

>>29262583
I mean it's not like we're really running low on posts right now.

b u m b

>>29227822

>>29263951

Sup guys! JUst letting you know I probably won't be able to update today. I have a wedding to go to (not my own).

So I'll be busy all of tonight and today. Here's to more reverse traps and qt tomboys!

>>29265152
Cheers and blessing for the happy couple.

>>29265152
>You will never marry a blushing tomboy
MY HEART

>>29264579
>>29264582

>>29265900
check'd

>>29266677
digits

>>29265360
Fuck off!

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>>29265360

>>29268050
Heart status: Hnnnnng
Dick Status: muh

Soul status: crushed

>>29268361

>>29268050
This isn't anything like the scootatrap I'm planning for my story, but it's still hot as fuck.
I love that gesture. "Uh, you see the problem, right? I just don't have enough to work with here."

>>29245287
I was gonna, but now that I've said that, I think it will have to end in heartbreak and despair.
Nah I'm kidding. Maybe. We'll see when I get there.

>>29270000
Shit!
>now that YOU'VE said that

How could I fuck up on a post that got quads!?
Is this a warning?
A warning to not be Faggot13, have Cutealoo fall into a spiral of drug addiction that contributes to falling victim to gang rape and thence permanent crippling depression?

>>29263765
oh ok im on this app and idk if it shows that stuff. but yeah i stayed at mu friends house we were watching movies she fell asleep and i had a pretty good view. got to it. i wasnt paying attention and her mom walked outta the kitchen i acted like nothing happened (of course it was obvious something was going on) "you two clean up when your done"
i think she musta been half asleep cus it was like 1ish

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What about a reverse trap Ember? Anon could be a fantasy geek and meets Ember at a LARP/HEMA session as a small but otherwise tough guy that takes it super seriously and wants to teach under Ember's tutelage. Or maybe Anon gets saved by Ember from some bullies and now goes to the same martial arts dojo that she's in.

>>29270356
This

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>>29270384
Glad you like the idea. The point is I wanted stories with Ember having her reach an ultimate position or goal for her to conquer, whether winning a competition against a bitter rival or overcoming the final boss in a dungeon crawling campaign win the prize. Something that lends itself to he no-nonsense attitude, but warms up to Anon overtime as they face the adversity together and he proves his worth. Honestly, I really like the HEMA/LARP idea because it makes use of that badass armour she wore in the episode. But any other contact sport would work either way.

>>29269067

>>29270408
>>29270356
>No rev-trap dragon

>>29270356
You made the idea so now create it.

>>29272210
But Anon, I'm lazy and can't write well.

>>29272278
If you can write that sentence you can write a story.
-Motto for all writefags.

>>29258230
>You are Anonymous
>And your eyes are locked on the not so subtle green dildo that Spitfire has hidden in her drawers
>You need a way to get that from her, ideally without her noticing
>And you also need a way to get out of this tongue war you’re currently losing
>Your mind runs through a set of poorly thought out plans, most of which involve you kicking her in the cooch
>Which doesn’t seem like a good idea
>Your eyes wander away from your prize and back onto Spitfire, who’s still sloppily kissing you
>Without even thinking about it much, your hands trail across her exposed back and onto the back of her bra
>She breaks the kiss slowly and smirks at you
>”You wanna see ‘em?”
>Dumbly, you nod
>You really do wanna see her titties. They’re not huge, from what you can tell, but it’d be great to finally see your first pair IRL
>An idea finally registers in your mind, as Spitfire quickly turns her back to you and starts finagling with her bra in attempt to be sexy
>ANON YOU’RE A GENIUS
>NOW’S YOUR CHANCE
>You reach your hands into her underwear drawer and feel something smooth and vaguely phallic shaped brush against your fingers
>The moment of truth
>You crank your arm backwards and free the emerald dong from it’s wooden prison as quietly as you can
>You pause though, as you watch Spitfire’s fingers undo her bra strap
>Oh man, this is it, your dick says
>Stay a little longer and behold her melons, dude
>”Get some!” Dash’s words echo in your ears
>Your mind and your dick are locked in pitched battle
>The plan, the mission, all ride on whether or not you can contain the fury welling in your pants
>Oh god damnit
>You reach your hands over to her naked back
>And give her a forceful shove
>”What the fuck-” she goes down face first into her bed
>You’re already in the hallway by the time she’s able to sit up

>>29273890
>You are Rainbow Dash
>And you’re certain this is how you die
>You always thought you’d get killed in a car accident, shot by a gangbanger or choked to death by your brother
>Not getting drunk and drowning in a pool at a party you weren’t supposed to be at
>Your feet search for the bottom but only find more pool to tread
>Your hands shoot up into the air and you think about calling for help, but you swallow a bit too much pool for that to happen
>Water catches in your throat, sending you sputtering and coughing
>By a stroke of luck, a pair of hands clasp you by the hood
>And yank you to the edge
>You flop onto the concrete, choking and spewing pool water
>Your clothes are soaked through, and a chill wind runs across your body
>Well at least you didn’t drown
>”I said-” An unseen voice above you says ”Are you alright?”
>About done with coughing, you look up to find Soarin, one of the jocks from school starting down at you with some concern in his eyes
>”No, I’m fine!” You croak, sitting upright, water pouring off of your massive hoodie
>That refreshing dip into the pool seems to have cleared your senses enough to realize that your hood is now down, and your bright, rainbow hair is exposed for all to see
>”Say…” Soarin starts, “Don’t I know you from school?”
>You throw up your hood as you ease yourself onto your feet
>”N-No, I’m from Manehattan and-”
>”Yeah,” Soarin continues, obviously drunk. “I think I’ve seen you in the halls. Rainbow-”
>Gritting your teeth, you do the only sensible thing you can think of doing
>You shove Soarin into the pool and take off running for the stairs.
>”Hey what the fuck-” His cry is swallowed by a loud splash
>You don’t care if it’s been an hour yet, your cover's been blown and you need to get out of there
>It was kind of a dick move but it needed to be done

>>29273895
>You mount the stairs and look back to see Soarin angrily climbing out of the pool and scanning the deck for you
>His eyes lock onto you, and for a terrified second, you freeze
>SHIT
>Your legs won’t move in the direction your brain wants them to, it’s like your whole shivering body is betraying you
>You force yourself to move, each movement is mechanical at best
>As you skitter into the kitchen and head for the door, you silently pray that Anonymous is waiting for you

Is it just me or is Jeff Mango's pastebin suddenly fuller? I swear I remember looking a month ago and it had a lot less in it. Did he unhide a bunch of things? Or am I just delusional?

Also, was he always the author of Fatal Flaw? I knew he did NEET Luna and the Scootaloo song one.
That's some real dramatic span.

>>29273902
hooray

>>29274220
Yeah, Jeff wrote Fatal Flaw.

>>29273482

>>29274662

Bump. Anyone here ?

>>29275080
Yes?

>>29275127
Just checking

I don't want to be alone ;_;

>>29275156
You're never alone with us.

>>29275080
Lurkin'.
>implying we're just not one person furiously bumping the thread
Kinda makes me wonder how many people watch this thread. 10? 20?

>>29275562
I bump when I can. I'm a collegefag, so usually very busy.

>>29275570
Ditto. Heavy theoretical master in engineering, reading a handful of extra courses on top of the usual stuff, here. My general schedule and sleep cycle is fucked.

>>29275562
I was just wondering that myself. We've got 52 IPs on this thread, but many could represent the same person, and some might be one of those guys that hang out on the lowest pages and charity bump some threads.

Then again, Fluttertrap has over 4500 unique hits. We can't be too alone.

>>29275597
Christ, good luck with that. My schedule is all fucked up too.

>>29275597
I'm out of college, but I do freelance contract work right now, and I don't know what made me think that was a good idea. I've always been terrible at self motivating. Working from home is fantastic, but constantly having events like suddenly realizing the project I've had on the back burner is the one with the deadline in under a week has come close to driving me crazy.

I've finally worked up some ideas for my Trixie story, but now I'm in a time crunch, and probably shouldn't even be on MLP right now.

I'm also having other doubts. They're not gonna stop me, but I feel like I have problems writing Trixie in character.
I'm such a Type B personality and a System 2 dominated thinker. I'm not very ambitious, but I tend to think everything out very rigorously and logically, and it's hard to write a viewpoint character that's too different from that. But Trixie is obviously Type A: she needs to be the top of everything; and she seems a lot more like a System 1 thinker: she does everything off the cuff expecting her natural talent to carry her to victory.

10!?

>>29276618
3 now

bumping for jeffe

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Low quality memorial bump.

>>29273902
I like it!

>>29278154
Awww shiiit. I really want more of that Duane story. Going by the title, I'm guessing this is something from a while ago?


Hey, speaking of, I read Jeff's All We Got Is Each Other (unfortunately, not thread relevant), and fuuuuuuck. If I'd remembered it was unfinished I wouldn't have gotten so invested and stayed up all night read it. What a brutal cliffhanger too.

>>29276719

>>29275080
I'll take 2 please

>>29278478
Maybe one day...

>>29278154
What is this?

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>>29278478
Shit, I need to finish that, don't I? Next time a Trixie thread pops up, if I'm around for it, I'll drop the ending.

>>29253222

>When you get back to Ms. Harshwhinny's house, things sort of pass in a blur
>Dash refuses to let you help her wheel her in, instead roll-charging into the house under her own power
>She knocks all sorts of stuff over, of course, but everyone's too excited to see her to really care
>Besides, when you invite Dash over, your stuff getting knocked over is just sort of an accepted side-effect
>Inside, Harshwhinny flicks on the TV and lets Dash choose whatever she wants to watch
>Which, of course, ends up being Robo Vampire
>Because somehow, wherever Dash goes, she always finds a way to watch Robo Vampire
>You're honestly not sure why she likes it so much; aside from the insane robot vs. vampire vs. Chinese gangster kung-fu fights, nothing else about the movie makes even a goddamn scrap of sense

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BWoEVt-5s0E

>Which is probably why Dash likes it so much, you suppose
>The movie cold-opens on a group of cartel members taking on a resurrected vampire, and Dash cheers along to the entire thing
>"Aw, hell yeah! Watch this! He's gonna take a huge-ass bite outta that guy's neck!"
>Dash pulls herself out of her wheelchair and onto the couch, stretching out like she owns the place
>You'd never believe this girl had just nearly been cut to ribbons, would you?
>You plop down next to her
>"Oh! And now he's gonna choke-slam this dude! Fuck yeah!"
"Dash, you've showed me this movie eight times. I know what happens."
>You sit on the floor near her, and Dash drapes an arm over your shoulders
>"Yeah, but that doesn't mean it's not awesome!"

>>29280193
Forgot how much I loved Dash in this

>>29280193
If there isn't one now I'll bucking make one.

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>>29280193
Dash is great.

Shame about the cuck fetish though.

>>29279706
Looks like some kind of text editor with a commentary view of a continuation we have yet to see of this story from the OP:

~Anon E. Moos, Day 1
http://pastebin.com/giNdcFr2

I like it a lot and recommend it if you feel you can stand the suffering of an unfinished work that's been untouched for 4 months.

>>29237130
Rename the story to "Crossing and Re-crossing Legs"

>>29275080
I'll take one to go

>>29281564
Same fambily

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>>29281599

>>29282091
Witness me!

>>29282502
MEDIOCRE!

>>29279706
I helped proofread the Duane story, the pic is a screenshot of a part that like >>29281014 correctly notes has yet to be posted. I don't know if it will ever be posted, it's all up to the author himself.

Best thread desu

>>29282874
smeg come back to us!

I love Duane.

>>29283101
tbhtbhtbhtbhtbhtbh

>>29282874
I just read through all of it. Bretty gud.

>>29280193
happy to see an update, waiting for more

Have a bump before I go to bed

>>29280404
Hrrrrrrrrrnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggg

>>29280404
Why doesn't she have a nose?

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>>29280404
>shame about the cuck fetish though
Alright, I laughed.

It's a really cute story, but that got me.

>>29284313

Bamp for stories

holy shit its dead

>>29286964
Not dead, sleeping

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>>29286995

>>29287653
SLEEPI THREAD

>>29287362

I'll snatch this thread from the jaws of page 10.

>>29287997
Westcoast sleep bump.

Have a bed time bump

b u m p

>>29242080
I just realized that there is a hooves greentext with Scootaloo that's kind of reverse-trappy. It's a reverse gender roles Equestria one, and I think it's pretty good:

http://pastebin.com/swpuxdDV

deaaddd

>>29290805
If only it was from Anon's POV. Then I might be able to relate to the character enough to read it.

>>29280193
Hey, sorry for not posting yesterday. Classes started up again and I've been a bit behind on getting stuff written.

Will try to have some posts out by sometime this evening.

>>29292450
Same here

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>>29291944
no

Damn. I really need to get some free time. Hopefully Jeff has some ideas for another story though. Or Oblivious Anon keeps 'em coming too.

>>29292450
Hey Jeff, I'm reading your weird reverse-reverse-trap (don't know if there's a word for that) Scilight story. It's pretty good so far.

>>29293805
Sup dude.Yeah, they're still coming. Hopefully tonight I'll update.

I'm just crazy busy right now since school started up again

>>29290805
This story is a good read, and anyone who complains about it not being written from Anon's pov is being silly.

Scootaloo a qt.

>>29294392
Cutealoo

>>29294766
Scootacute

>>29273902
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=alW6358dPxI

>You are Anonymous
>You nearly fall down the stairs, tightly clutching your phallic prize against your body
>”THAT’S FUCKING IT!” You hear Spitfire cry from above, which injects greater panic into your already frantic heart
>It sounds like some angry titan is coming down the stairs
>You’re a dead man
>At last at the bottom of the stairs, you make a bee-line for the front doors
>Your hands around the handles, you hear something behind you that makes you freeze
>”ANON!”
>You turn around to see Dash is in full sprint, coming right at you
>You throw open the doors, ready to run
>Twilight Sparkle appears on the other side of the doors
>”There you guys are!” She slurs, one eye half open
>She’s wearing the biggest, dopiest grin you’ve ever seen on someone, and she positively reeks of whiskey
>”Twilight, where the fuck have you been!?” Dash says as he sneaks under your arms
>”Jus wait’ll you see what I did!” Her laugh slowly grows into a maniacal, evil laugh as she stumbles backwards
>”I got that bitch good!”
>Oh no

>Oh HELL no
>Even you gasp when you at last see the fruit of Twilight’s labor
>”Holy shit Twi.’” Dash sounds awestruck
>And more than a little scared
>”Whoopsies! HAHAHA!” Twilight throws her head back and cackles

>>29295734
>Spitfire’s car is swallowed in bright orange flames
>They flicker and crackle, with vibrancy and potency
>Something smells like gasoline
>You’re about to open your mouth to say something when you hear a shrill scream from behind you
>”MY CAR!” Spitfire cries
>Nope, now it’s time to run
>You grab Dash by his hand take off towards your escape vehicle
>You duck low and football-tackle Twilight onto your shoulders
>She’s still cackling and laughing like a moron, complete with the whole leg kicking thing people do when they’re really having a good time
>You tug Dash along as you break into a full sprint
>”H-Hey, let go! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?”
“I’M SAVING YOUR LIFE, JUST RUN!”
>And so you run
>A drunken lunatic draped across your shoulders, clutching a dildo against her sides
>And a good friend in your hand

>You run, with the alcohol and the beer bubbling in your stomach
>You run until you give these things up to the great god of the sidewalk
>An offering of beer and vodka
>You run until you practically smack against the car
>You set Twilight down in the passenger seat
>You look back to see Spitfire on her knees, crying out to the heavens
>A large crowd has assembled around her inflamed luxury car,
>They’re gathered around the expensive bonfire, faces frozen in shock
“DASH, GET US OUT OF HERE!”
>”I think-” Dash pauses to vomit. “I think I’m too wasted to drive.”
>He stumbles against the car, clutching at his stomach
“Fine, then give me the keys, but hurry up!”
>He tosses you the keys, and before you know it, you’re in the front, Dash is laying down in the back, and Twilight is fighting vomit next to you
>You twist the ignition until the car roars to life
>You peel out your parking space, not knowing which direction to go, or where you could go
>You just drive, constantly looking into the rear view mirror, watching the bright orange flames of Spitfire’s car disappear into the night behind you
>Hissing and whirring sirens break across the cold March night

>>29294392
I can understand not preferring it.
Though maybe more so for other stories. The Anon in this one was raised from infancy in RGRE, so has a social position more like we'd consider a girl's, even if they're a bit of tammyfilly.
It feel like it'd almost be harder to identify with him than with Scootalewd.

>>29295761
Drunken pyro Twi. A thing of beauty.

>>29295761
That's fucking hilarious

Tomorrow morning, sorry for being flakey. Stressing out pretty hard about IRL stuff and haven't slept much the past few days, it's kinda taking its toll on my ability to be creative.

>>29296836
Don't stress it man. What's that Nintendo thing? A late story is eventually good. A bad story is bad forever.

>>29296836

Take hope, you're inspiring us to create similar stories. They won't measure up to the work of art that you've created, but they'll keep the ball rolling

Time for beddy-bye mister B

No, idea brain, I am not going to write PonyShock. Fucking hell.

>>29295761
Um...why was our trio trying to "get" Spitfire again?
For just being a bitch?

>>29298169
Pretty much.

Another bump for good stories.

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>>29295761
holy shit fucking kek!

>>29295761
I feel really bad for Spitfire now.
Broken TV and now her car is ruined?
Holy Guacamole dude.

Why are reverse traps so great guys?

>>29298169
She's bullied Dash since elementary school.
We don't know details about what she's done to Anon, but she blamed him for Big Mac breaking up with her four years ago, and he says she's beyond petty and a psycho, so we can imagine it's been aggressive.

We don't know why Twilight felt like smashing her TV and lighting her car on fire was appropriate.

>>29224782
I was going through the pastebin to verify what I remembered and found these:

On 374:
>Dash locks eyes with the floor and grumbles something just beneath Spitfire’s range of hearing

Since it's Anon's point of view and he doesn't hear it either, shouldn't this be "beneath your range of hearing"
That sounds a little strange too, but I'm not sure what I'd change it to be.

385
>For a moment there you think joy overid the part of him that hates you
overrode is proper past tense.

>”But she’s just...STANDING THERE...MENACINGLY!”
No comment, I just love this line.

Keep up the good work.

bumperino

>>29300014
Hah. I was intending to post this today. Hopefully get some discussion.

What IS the appeal, guys?

Except, I'm not a troll. I know why I like them, and will explain in detail.

There's not just one reason.
Part is the iconoclasm, the refusal to stick to the lines laid out by society; I'm just inherently attracted to people that go against the norm a little. There's the idea that we're more likely to share interests (not sure how true that would be in reality, since so many of them are sporty tomboys. Depends on the sport I guess). That our interactions are likely to be more relaxed: hanging out it's just us, without so much of that subtle pressure towards social roles that say, among other things, that boys and girls can't be friends.
On reverse traps specifically, a lot of it is the tragic circumstances that go hand in hand with it. Anon E. Moose's "Duane", Fatal Flaw's Dash (and probably at least a little of Better Weekend's Dash), Fluttertrap's Butters; all of them are hurting, and I have this thing, it's almost like a devotee fetish (that's a "fetish for disabled people", for the too-lazy-to-google crowd) for that sort of thing. Making a girl who's hurting feel safe and comfortable, it's like next level feeling of being needed and valued.
There's also a little bit of fetish value, I think, that "defying taboo for the power of love," aspect. Lady looks like a dude, so it feels a little bit queer. There's a weird layer of indirect appeal because I've always had a thing for fujoshi (probably for some of the same reasons I like tomboys, really, plus their overt display of sexual interest in deviancy). You can maybe see why FlutterTrap melts me into a puddle.
To get all the way to the basest levels: flat chests are nice, there's a little more expectation they'll be perky and sensitive. And they're pretending to be a guy, maybe they would enjoy receiving like a guy? Also muh fetish.

How about all y'all?

>>29278478
I want more of the Duane story too, but I don't think it's happening. I can't get in contact with writer Anon.

I was writing a reverse trap story about Starswirl, but I completely stopped. Hopefully I get some inspiration to continue soon.

bumpo

>>29301172
I just always liked them cause tomboys are relatable...but your explanation is good too.

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>>29301172
For me I like tomboys because I'll be able to relate to them. Honestly, I can't fucking stand the typical girl-stuff. I hate it. Shopping, purses, fashion, high-heels, scrapbooks, and selfie culture turn me off to an insane degree. A tomboy would enjoy the same stuff I like, while still being a girl. As weird as it is, what I want in a relationship is a dude, that doesn't have a penis. It's incredibly frustrating. If Rainbow Dash wasn't such a complete twat, she'd be perfect. So Scootaloo is best pony instead.

Okay, I got a thing wroten.
I shall title it:
Jack lacks a Beanstalk.

>You are Anon, and you lived in Ponyville.
>Despite the difficulties you had in your trip to this weird and colorful world, you got along with the denizens well enough.
>The local princess had taken you under her wing to help you adjust.
>Not literally, of course, she was way too small compared to you, but you appreciated the gesture.
>She showed you around, introduced you to her friends, and made sure you settled in well.
>She explained she was the princess of friendship, so you’d expected a horde, but there was only six of them.
>That seemed strange.
>Thankfully, her friends weren’t all that bad, truth be told.
>The only problem was, in this land of colourful small horses, you really had no idea what gender any of them were.
>You could see their butts all the time, since they were shamelessly naked more often than not, but there just… wasn’t anything to see.
>You’d had to resort to tertiary characteristics to try to determine most of them, and you were pretty sure you’d done fairly well, but you really didn’t want to straight up ask.
>You’d asked about getting meat once, and that had resulted in you being locked in your room for a few days for some interrogation.
>She was polite about the whole thing, but seeing whatever funky magic she had at her disposal toss you around like a rag doll left you more than a little scared of her.
>After that, you chose most of your words carefully, cherry-picking your statements to avoid any possible problems.

>>29302158
>That meant you were going to avoid asking about gender in what appeared to be a genderless society.
>Asking someone’s gender back home was pretty much a faux pas, and there you could just have a look for tits or whatever.
>You could only imagine what featureless crotches meant to these ponies, so you avoided it and just fumbled along as best you could.
>Some were fairly obvious, like the princess herself.
>Some things linguistically transferred over, so you felt safe in assuming “Princess” meant “female”.
>Among the princesses friends, Rarity was another case you felt confident in labeling as female.
>Fashion-conscious, long fluttering eyelashes, and obsessed with her looks. You felt safe saying she was female if your cultures were anything similar.
>Fluttershy was similar to Rarity, but you were less confident with her.
>She had almost the same eyelashes as Rarity, but less prominent, and her demure demeanor and quiet voice just seemed more female than male to you.
>The very picture of tertiary characteristics, that.
>The rest you really didn’t know, though.
>Pinkie Pie threw you a party and worked at a bakery, but that didn’t mean anything.
>The party had no alcohol, but you hadn’t seen any alcohol in town at all. The only mention of it had come from Applejack.
>Speaking of Applejack, Applejack and Rainbow Dash you were confident were male.
>Applejack worked on a farm, which was rather male dominated back home, and there had been talk of an older brother and younger sister.
>That all didn’t mean anything by itself, but there was talk of “applebucking”, harvest, cider, and hard, sweaty work. All of which seemed more masculine to you than feminine.

>>29302164
>Rainbow Dash was about the same.
>Worked with the weather service, a member of the Wonderbolts, which Rainbow had enthusiastically told you about, and liked sports of all kinds, along with being incredibly enthusiastic about the aforementioned cider.
>You felt safe calling them male.
>You supposed you didn’t have to label them at all, but being a stranger in a strange land, it gave you peace of mind to attach some gender to these seemingly androgynous creatures.
>You’d originally assumed they might reproduce asexually, but then Pinkie had introduced you to the Cake family, who had twin children.
>That meant they reproduced sexually somehow.
>But there was another weird thing about the Cakes, they looked different.
>You hadn’t seen much difference in body type here, with a few exceptions, Mr. and Mrs. Cake being the first examples you’d seen.
>The cakes seemed to be shaped differently than the rest of the ponies you’d seen around town.
>They kind of had a… Jack Spratt vibe going on.
>Mr. Cake’s wife was much larger than he was in build, if not stature, and although he had a much sharper look to him than his wife, you didn’t know if that was because his wife was overweight, or if that was normal.
>To be sure, though, there were no other ponies like them in town that you had seen.
>To you, that meant that there was a roughly even mix of males and females, and you just couldn’t identify them.

>>29302172
>To help you pass the time until the local princess, Twilight Sparkle, found you a job, you spent time pony-watching.
>It was an attempt to try to better understand their culture, and it gave you something to do.
>That’s where you found yourself today, on a bench in the park.
>It got you out of your little house.
>The princess let you stay at her castle for the first couple weeks, but the gaudy thing hurt your eyes during daylight hours, so you’d asked to stay somewhere else.
>There were plenty of ponies willing to help a princess, so you’d been given a small cottage on the outskirts of town to live in.
>It was modest, but had all the amenities you’d need, if not in the size you needed, but the princess had at least managed to procure a larger bathtub for you.
>All for free.
>Must be good to be the princess.
>She paid well, too, all for the chance to examine you and document her findings, so you had some spending money.
>Today you’d purchased an ice cream, and were just sitting here watching the ponies as they go by, trying once again to determine genders.
>You’d only been here a month, give or take several days, so you’d had enough time to learn some names, but progress on determining gender was awfully slow.
>You took a quick mental tally of what you’d learned so far:
>With a few exceptions, most ponies had the same body shape.
>Manes and tails were the, heh, ‘main’ difference.
>Names were usually no indication of anything except what the pony in question was skilled at.
>None of what you’d learned really helped you.

>>29302178
>You watched a couple of ponies walk by. A mint green unicorn and a cream-colored one with a multicolored purple and pinkish tail. They were clinging to each other and rubbing against the other while smiling and laughing.
>Ah, love.
>So cute.
>You really couldn’t tell which one was the male, but if you had to guess, you’d say it was the mint-green one.
>The green one spared a look at you, and you could swear it blushed, then it turned back to its companion and said something, then they both laugh quietly.
>…but that was just your human, heterosexual sensibilities, which for all you know could be completely off the mark.
>Maybe they were both female and were just best friends?
>You look back at them, and they rub their cheeks together, talking about something you can’t quite make out.
>Yeah… maybe just best friends.
>Sure.
>You’re too confused by it, and you’d have to ask, and that would be rude, and you REALLY don’t want to offend any of the ponies.
>Maintaining their good will was paramount to your survival, so you held it in and just tried to understand it on your own.
>You sit watching a few more ponies walk by, a brown one with a bow-tie and an hourglass walked by chatting amicably with a grey, cross-eyed Pegasus with a blonde mane.
>The brown one appeared to be bigger than the grey one, but that was as far as you could really get with it.
>There was still no genitalia or secondary sexual characteristics to speak of.
>There were also so few ponies in town like the brown one, so that really couldn’t be a sexual difference.
>Logically there should be a rough fifty-fifty split of the genders, and this wasn’t some isolated town only for females, because Mr. Cake lived here.
>That meant you were still missing something.

>>29302191
>You’re pulled out of your reverie when you see Applejack trotting through town pulling an empty apple cart.
>Good old Jack.
>With a name like that and being such a strong farmer, it was pretty unambiguous, thank whatever deities they had here.
>You pull yourself up and walk over to meet him.
Oy, Jack!
>There was a distinct lack of pronoun usage by any of them, but Jack always responded when you called him.
>Jack stopped walking and looked over to you, waving a hoof hello.
>”Well howdy there Anonymous. Beautiful day to be out and about. What are you up to?”
Just ponywatching, observing another day in the life of Ponyville.
>”Well that sounds plum delightful. I see you’re enjoying the local dairy as well. Y’might want to enjoy that last bit a little faster, though.”
>He points to your cone, which has started dribbling down your fingers.
>You hurriedly shove the rest in your mouth, then lick your fingers clean.
>Jack laughs good-naturedly at your predicament, waiting for you to finish.
Mmm, delicious. Sorry bout that.
>”No worries Anonymous, but I do need to get this here cart back home. You’re welcome to join me if’n you like.”
Sure. I’d enjoy the walk and the company.
>The two of you start walking, Jack leading you out of town down the country road to his farm.
>His family did real well for themselves.
>An absolutely massive orchard, coupled with farmland, they probably had a monopoly on produce out here in Ponyville.

>>29302200
>Strangely the only ponies you saw working here were Jack and his older brother.
>It seems like too much work for just two ponies.
>No time like the present to ask about it, though.
Hey Jack, I got a question.
>”Shoot pardner.”
How come you and Mac are the only ponies I see on your farm? I mean, it’s huge! How do you manage all that work yourselves?
>”I can understand why you think that, but that’s not true at all. Y’see, Mac and me only handle the orchard ourselves. The fields are handled jointly in spring and fall by the whole town.”
Ohhhh, so the orchard is the family business, and that stays strictly within the family, then?
>”Darn tootin’. I had to get help one year from my friends, but Mac n’ me can usually take care of it. He got injured that year right at the start of applebuckin’ season. The durn fool.”
Hah! That hulk injured himself? Impossible!
>He chuckles.
>”Despite bein’ that big, he’s a pony just like the rest of us. Made of flesh and blood. I sometimes have a tough time rememberin’ that myself with how hard he works. But he loves the farm. Don’t know what ah’d do without ‘im.”
Ahhh, brothers are great. I feel like everyone should have a big brother. Even big brothers.
>”Ah kin agree with that one Anonymous. Applebloom and me sure are lucky.”
>You’re reminded of your own brother you left behind back home and your smile quickly disappears.
>Jack notices and gives you a gentle kick in the shins.
>”Aw c’mon Anonymous, I didn’t mean t’ get ya down. It’s good to remember family, but you can’t let yer memories weigh you down too much or you’ll miss the present. What say ah drop this cart off and we can fetch Rainbow fer a night out?”

>>29302209
>You look up at him at that.
>You hung around them a fair amount, but this was the first time in the month you’d been here you’d been invited out by anyone but Pinkie, and Pinkie only ever invited you to parties for ponies you’d never been introduced to.
>Well okay, there was your welcoming party, of course.
>Then your “24 hours living here” party.
>Then the “you’ve been here a week”, party.
>Then your “I’m still not sure what you are, but you’re cool” party.
>You stopped Pinkie at that point.
>The point is, Jack actually wanted to hang out with you!
>You weren’t sure if it was pity or not, but this could mean you had a friend besides Twilight!
>You felt like Twilight was maintaining friendship because it was expected of her.
>That was probably unfair, but seriously. All she wanted to do was research you.
>Not your idea of a fun time.
>Sometimes a guy just has to go out and get piss drunk and do stupid shit with friends.
>Oh yeah… piss drunk.
Sure, man! That sounds awesome, but I have to ask…
>You lean down and whisper conspiratorially, checking left and right.
Is there anywhere to get alcohol besides your farm? Like a bar?
>”Hah! Is that all yer worried about? O’course there is!
>He unhitches the wagon from himself, tucks it into the barn and leads you back down to the road.
>You pass Big Macintosh carrying several barrels of apples in from the orchard and you wave to him.
>He gives you a nod and continues his work.
>You thought he’d be fun at first, but honestly, Big Mac was SUCH a bore.
>All the man did was work.
>Crying shame.

>>29302212
>At least his younger brother was a bit more outgoing. You hoped a night out with him would be exciting.
>Finally found an ‘in’ on good drinking locations.
>That should make this pastel world at least a little more tolerable.
>”So how you settling in Anon? Ah’ve been workin’ a lot, so ah cain’t easily come visit, but I hear snippets from the others every so often. You ever get a big enough bed fer yer new house?”
Ah, they told you about that, eh?
>You scratch the back of your neck awkwardly.
Yeah, I appreciate everything Twilight’s trying to do for me, but I’m almost three times the size of most of you. A bath was rather easy to get, because everyone loves a really large soak, but once a bed hits a certain size, it becomes an inconvenience. I’ve mostly been sleeping on the floor on several mattresses.
>Jack looks you up and down with a thoughtful expression, making you feel a little self-conscious.
>”Yeah, about two and a half ponies ah’d say. Ah kin probably help ye make a bed frame in my spare time if’n ye wanted to stop by.”
Really? You’d do that for me?
>Jack waves a hoof dismissively with a grin.
>”Shucks, ah’m happy ta help. I told you about the time I moved to Manehatten, didn’t I? Bein’ a stranger to a place is scary enough without havin’ friends to help out.”
I don’t actually think you did.
>”Really? Well then!”
>You walk along while Jack tells you about the time he went to Manehatten to try to make it big in the city.

>>29302222
That's it for now. Let me know what you think, and please do tell me of any errors you find.

>>29302232
The most important error is that you're writing MLP fanfiction
Think about where your life is headed, my dude.

>>29302232
Write more, then we'll see

>>29302564
I'll have my master's this summer. Looks pretty good so far.

>>29302581
Workin' on it.

>>29292450
>"Lol fuck fun" t. Professor.

>>29295761
Drunken Pryo Twi.
>"It's just like my Gaben vidya games Anon."

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>>29302232
Holy crap, a bunch more green!

Hooved revtrap. A rare beasty.

I like it, it's different, but not in a bad way. Interestingly introspective.
No errors jumped out at me.

Except maybe this:
>>You look up at him at that.

I can't not critique, so, I feel like I needed a little bit more than this line to be sold on Anon's fascination with their sexes.
>>You supposed you didn’t have to label them at all, but being a stranger in a strange land, it gave you peace of mind to attach some gender to these seemingly androgynous creatures.

Maybe even just one bit right at the beginning about how he'd picked up a hobby, pony watching, which had lead to his second hobby, trying to guess what genders they had.

You mention they aren't big on pronoun use here, but Applejack says a lot of "he's" when talking about Big Mac. But then again, it doesn't seem like Anon's had a lot of conversation with them. And they do seem to use names relatively often in the show.

Thank you for blessing this thread.
>>29302222
With quads too!
Can't wait for more. Got a pastebin?

>>29303283
Thanks, I'm writing more at the moment, so I'll add it in the morning, I think.
I suppose it doesn't make sense, given that Anon is taller. I'll fix that.
I'll see what I can do about the second complaint. Make it more obvious that's what he's been doing with his time, leading in to the second.

Anon's comment about pronoun use is really supposed to be him complaining that he doesn't catch pronouns, so I can probably clear that up somehow.
Thanks for the feedback.

>>29303283
Oh right, and pastebin will be in the morning with the next bit.

It may only be on seven but I have an early morning tomorrow pulling stumps, so I'll bump just in case.

>>29303720
>pulling stumps
You a lumberjack Anon?

I believe in jeff.

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Bleh. Still haven't been able to sleep, but I've got hella caffeine coursing through me right now.

Let's get to it.

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>>29280193
>Dash reaches down and grabs you by the shoulders, trying to haul you onto the couch with her
>Despite everything that's happened to her, she's still strong enough to drag you up off the floor and onto an open cushion
>She waves at Fluttershy, who's spent the past ten minutes just sort of standing awkwardly in the corner
>"You gonna join us, dude?"
>"Y-y-yeah, uh... is there r-room?"
>Dash winks
>"We'll make room. Now c'mere."
>Fluttershy lets out a nervous squeak, and gingerly sits on the very end of the couch
>Dash raises an eyebrow
>"What's got you all freaked out?"
>"N-nothing!"
>Fluttershy waves her hands, as if to brush Dash's concerns away
>"Just, y-you know, don't want to crowd things, heh..."
>"You're such a terrible liar, you know? So what's up?"
>Fluttershy taps her fingers together in front of her chest, hanging her head so as to obscure her face
>"I j-just... I w-was thinking, and, um... is, uh... sorry if t-this isn't okay to ask, b-but, uh... is s-s-stuff gonna happen tonight?"
>"Stuff?"
>It takes about two tenths of a second for the meaning of "stuff" to register in Dash's perverted brain
>"Oh. *Stuff*."
>That grin you've come to know, love, and also mildly fear spreads across her face
>She glances between the two of you, wriggling her eyebrows
>"I dunno. Is it?"
>Fluttershy looks up at you
"Why do I have to decide this?"
>"Because half of my body's barely working, and she's too scared to say anything."
>Fluttershy squeaks in agreement

>>29305255
THE POWER OF COFFEE!!!!

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>>29305385
>Both girls stare at you, waiting for an answer
"Well, yeah. I mean, as long as you're both okay with it."
>Dash licks her lips
>"Oh, I think I'm pretty okay with it. Gonna have to ask Ms. H if she has any popcorn lying around."
>"Y-yeah, as long as R-Rainbow is there to h-h-help show me w-what to do, I'm... I'm o-okay with it. K-kinda looking forward to it too, if t-that's okay..."
>"Show you what to do? Kid, I'll turn you into a pro in no time. Just trust ol' Dash."
>Rainbow mimes sucking dick, pumping her right hand in front of her mouth while her left fondles imaginary testicles dangling in front of her chin
>She gets about four pumps in before you hear Harshwhinny's voice from the kitchen doorway
>"Am I interrupting something?"
>Dash locks eyes with her, mid-stroke
>"No, ma'am."
>"I see. Well, Ms. Dash, if you would like to taste something actually *real*, lunch is ready."
>"Oh, fuck yes!"
>At the mention of food, Dash immediately tries to sit up, but winces at the pain in her stomach and falls back onto the couch
>"O-ow..."
>You place a hand on her head, gently ruffling her hair
"Simmer down, Dashie. Simmer down."
>Dash gives you a mock-threatening glare
>"I'll simmer you."
>Fluttershy inches closer
>"C-can you t-t-teach me to simmer Anon too?"
>Harshwhinny glances between the three of you, and then nopes right back out of the living room
>"I'll just go get lunch started, then."

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>>29305385
>>29305819

>>29305255
>She is more coffee than mare now, twisted and jittering.

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>>29305895
You have no idea how accurate that is. My hands are shaking so badly that it's hard to type.

>>29305819
"I thought you said it was ready."
>"I did! It's... bleh! I'll be right back!"
>A very flustered Harshwhinny bustles out of the room, then returns with a tray laden with fresh fruit, chips, those tiny hotdogs in cocktail sauce, and a pile of miniature sandwiches
>Your mouth waters at the sight, and Dash wriggles in delight
>Ignoring the unintentional bit of rhyme there, you grab yourself some lunch
"This is really good! Did you make this?"
>Harshwhinny blushes furiously
>"I did. Well, sort of. Some of it was prepackaged, of course, so I can't claim to much credit. But... are you sure it's good? You're not just trying to avoid hurting my feelings, right?"
>"It's great! Chill out and take a compliment."
>"I am perfectly chill! What on earth gives you the impression I'm not?"
>Harshwhinny sits down, but her leg starts bouncing liked a sugared-up child
"You sure you're okay, ma'am?"
>"One hundred percent okay and not-nervous! I am as professional and collected as ever, Mr.--"
>The doorbell rings, and Ms. Harshwhinny nearly faints
>"I-I'll get that! Don't w-worry!"
>Fluttershy leans over to you, whispering in your ear
>"S-she's always like this when Officer Gilda comes over..."

>Sure enough, when she opens the door, Gilda's standing there with a few bottles of cheap soda under her arm
>"Hey! Shit, looks like the gang's all here, huh?"
>"The gang? Oh, yes! Those three are here. Yes, they are."
>Harshwhinny fidgets with the hem of her skirt, trying very hard to look like she's just straightening it out
>Gilda gives her a quick kiss before entering, which seems to nearly knock your teacher unconscious

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>>29306109
>When she recovers, her and Gilda disappear into the kitchen again
>Dash whistles
>"Damn, I love this house sometimes."
"I'm sure they appreciate having their very own peeping tom."
>"Hey, it's not peeping if I'm already inside. Oh, hey, and speaking of 'inside...'"
>Dash grabs Fluttershy by the hand and, through a fairly impressive series of acrobatics, manages to pull her onto your lap, all without sitting up
>"You two should start getting a little more familiar."
>Then she shoves Fluttershy against you, making sure that Fluttershy's skinny ass squishes right up against your crotch
>Fluttershy lets out a tiny yelp, her face going red
>"O-oh... oh wow, I c-can..."
>She gulps, wriggling her hips
>"I can f-feel it..."
>With her back against your chest, you can feel her breaths deepening
>As much as you try to control yourself, you can feel yourself getting hard, poking through your pants against the gentle curves of Fluttershy's ass
>Fluttershy, of course, feels it too, and starts to let out tiny little squeaks as she rubs herself against you
>Dash slips her right hand down her own pants, watching intently
>"How's that feel?" she asks Fluttershy
>"Really g-g-g-good... h-hnn~"
>You close your eyes, tiny little shivers running up your spine
>Fluttershy changes her motions, starting to grind her butt along your length, cooing under her breath
>"T-that's good..."
>When you open your eyes, Gilda is leaning against the kitchen doorway, watching
>She gives you a thumbs-up, winks, and mouths "get some"

Bump. Thread is great

>>29302222
The quads I see demand more to read.

>>29306109
Something for the paste.
>"...so I can't claim to much credit."
Should be too not to.
Sorry for being a shit

>>29307372
>>29302222
A'ight. I'm continuing.

>Jack regales you with stories of him trying to dress up all fancy and speak “right proper” getting a good laugh out of you, and you do indeed identify with being in a place so incredibly foreign you don’t feel like you belong.
>Eventually, though, you arrive at Rainbow’s house.
>Well… you’re below it, anyway.
>Jack glares up at it.
>”Ah really hate this part… Rainbow! You there?!”
>There’s no response.
>Jack scowls and picks up a stone.
>”You said you’d be home, Rainbow! Git down here or I throw a rock!”
>There’s still no response, but just as Jack winds up to throw, a blur of rainbow colour comes whizzing down out of the sky, stopping just in front of the two of you.
>”Hey hey! Cool it Applejack! I was just finishing my push-ups.”
>Jack tosses the rock aside and smiles.
>”It’s all right Rainbow. Ah was just makin’ sure you hadn’t fallen asleep again.”
>Rainbow flexes as he hovers in the air.
>You’re honestly a little impressed. Despite being so small, he was really quite muscular, having apparently worked really hard to gain the muscular definition he was currently showing off.
>Meanwhile you were here with your barely exercised arms and weak runner’s legs.
>You could barely finish a half marathon.
>Weak.
>”So what’s the monkey doing here, AJ?”
>Rainbow had flown up to get in your face, staring at you with confusion.
>”Rainbow!”
>”What?! Twilight said the closest thing to Anonymous was monkeys! We’re ponies, he’s a monkey!”
>Well, Twilight was almost right.
Actually I’m more of an ape than a monkey.
>Rainbow looks at you up and down, scratching his chin with a hoof.
>”What’s an ape?”
They’re really big monkeys without tails.

>>29307444
>”Huh, weird. So we headin’ out, AJ? I could really go for a drink.”
>”Sure, Rainbow, but ah invited Anonymous to come with us. Figured the poor fella could use some friends besides Twilight.”
>Rainbow barks a short laugh and looks at you.
>”Not a fan of hanging out with eggheads?”
>You shrug.
Twilight’s fine, but Jack promised me alcohol. You can’t beat that.
>Rainbow pumps a hoof and slugs you in the shoulder.
>”Yeah! Let’s go get us some cider! Lead the way, AJ!”
>Jack turns and leads you back into Ponyville, with Rainbow telling the two of you about some absolutely awesome stunts he was working on for the Wonderbolts.
>He was a bit cocky and incredibly proud of his flying abilities, frequently mentioning how lucky the Wonderbolts were to have him.
>Typical jock stuff.
>Still, it was good he was friendly with you. You could use some machismo in your life.
>Rainbow flies in front of you, looking you up and down again.
>”Hey Anon, how fast can apes run?”
Hm?
>”You have really long legs, so you gotta be able to run fast, right?”
>He flies down to your legs, and you have to stop walking as he starts feeling your calves.
Well, I-uh-I’ve never measured how fast I can run. But there’s a guy called Usain Bolt who can run almost 30 miles per hour.
>Rainbow was working his way up your thighs, both hooves squeezing higher and higher.
>This was making you uncomfortable.
Uh… Rainbow?
>He probably just didn’t know any better, not having any private parts himself, but geeze, he was getting real close to some sensitive equipment.
>”Man, you’re kinda flabby Anon. You really need to work out.”
>Jack saves you with a grunt: “Rainbow!”
>”What? He is!”