It's Sun-day: let us bask in Princess Celestia's g

Beautiful timing

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nigga she a horse

>>29316040
that's my horse. hahaha ha

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This is one of my favourite newish images.

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Superior pony coming through.

>>29316668
She didn't do an awful lot, though, besides cackle and do that lifted-foreleg pose.

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Greetings from over at /moon/ guys

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Sunhors a qt

>>29316940
It -almost- looks like some bizarre drop attack, or beatnik performance art. Hiyaaaa~, *kersplat*, drop curtain. Crowd clicks their fingers in appreciation. A mare wearing small, round sunglasses and a beret starts to dance while another in a stripy jumper plays the bongos.

>>29317066
>clicks their fingers
wait, *no hooves-

FUCK

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have you praised the sun today?

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It's about that time, ain't it

Go Falcons, Go Patriots

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>>29315959
>how much does she really know about the sun
>"We never landed on the sun, Anonymous, it was all smoke and mirrors. Literally."
>"It's a space heater, pun intended, and some orange streamers."
>"Also, don't drink tap water, it's full of estrogens and flouride."

>>29317668
>be in committed, meaningful relationship with Princess Celestia
>one day she lifts her head from your chest, and asks whether you feel ready to share responsibilities
>you will never be put in charge of 'whooshing the orange-ball-with-streamers-on-the-end-of-a-long-long-stick into the sky every morning'

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>>29317838
>"Alright, once more. *ahem*, Prince Anonymous, sir, what time is it?"
>'Uh, according to basketball I painted with mustard I'd say it's ab-'
>"Ehhh, wrong, that's the 'sun', remember?"
>'I'LL NEVER GET IT, SUNBUTT, I'M HOPELESS!'
>"Mmm, wrong you are, do or do not, Anonymous, there is no try."

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>Anon.... It..hurts
You know you love it
>Please please...... Just finish
Nuh uh this ass is mine for the rest of the night
>mother.....father... P!ease help me.....
Daddy can't save you now

>accidentally prove that their universe is fictional
>ponies stare in confusion at doorknobs
>Pegasus ponies swing themselves through the air using complex rope and pulley contraptions
>'unicorn magic' is mostly https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aRsWk4JZa5k
>die alone in the bowels of Canterlot Castle, mad ravings scraped into the walls of your oubliette

>>29317867
...U-Unf...

Tell me, am I bad sunfag if I find >rape stories enjoyable?

>>29317877
well


kinda

>>29317888
No he's not, celestial is love by everyone, and in every positions and style

>>29317867
This was a guest bedroom at Cadance and Shining Armour's place, right? Looks all crystall-y.

>>29317872
>>>/AiE/

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>>29317867
Please Celestia hold on.
>I'm sorry twilight. My anus has been corrupted and soon I shall birth his butt baby.
But we can fix it! With magic we--
>it is far to late for that even if I were to somehow save my mind. My body shall forever hold his taint. For the sake of Equestria I must die.
Who, who did this to you?!
> it..... Was......ano.........
Princess PRINCESS!!!!!!

>>29315959
Alright, /sun/. A while back I wrote a thing for the thread over the course of a few weeks. Now I'm thinking of expanding it, but it's been a while and I'm thinking about adding to it.

But! First I'm looking for a bit of feedback on where to go next; my first question is, for people to re-read it and get me a some further feedback, should I just drop a pastebin link or (considering the state of the thread) repost the story altogether?

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>>29318151
I don't remember it, so it was probably forgettable.

Someone else might like/remember it or something, though.

>>29318156
It was also last March, so it's been a while.

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“You coming?” Celestia asks.

“Oh, sorry.” You stop admiring Celestia and walk over. Losing yourself in her allure enraptures you at the most random of times. “I was just doing some Astronomy.”

You sit down on the red blanket Celestia is rested on, as she lets out a quizzical hum.
You give her a second.
“Ah,” she says, “You meant me.”
You reward her with a smirk.
She hovers over a glass of orange juice to you with her magic. You grab it gently and take a sip.
“Well, I hope you wouldn’t mind if I partook in some Anthropology, then, would you?” she asks with a smile.
“Not at all.”

You and Celestia were out having a picnic somewhere in the rolling hills beneath Canterlot. You brought the usual amenities that accompany a picnic, as well as some wine to relax a little. Of course, you made sure to grab Celestia’s favorite, a carefully crafted Pinot Noir. You had chosen a tall hill with a rather steep decline to set up at, allowing you a grand view of the Equestrian Countryside. Trees and flowers dotted the beautiful verdant hills, a beautiful mountain range could be seen in the distance, the sun was about to set, and it was all made better because you were with her.

With Celestia.

You put down the glass onto a plate and reach inside the basket you brought, pulling out a frisbee.
“Thankfully the wind calmed down. I was a little worried we wouldn’t be able to play.”

You decide to get a little cruel and change up your throw. Instead of curving it from the inside of your chest out, you start with your arm wound up opposite of your chest, throwing from outside of your center of mass, and give it a fling off of your fingers. It soars over to Celestia at speed. Celestia takes off, having to gallop faster than normal to reach it before it hits the ground. She grabs it in her magical aura at close range to her body, a rule that was established and turns around to face you. Even in the distance, you can see her displeasure, and then as her stance changes, her smugness.

>>29318302
She winds the golden hue-raveled frisbee behind her, arching it in front of her on an odd angle, before releasing it with a tilt. The frisbee zooms off away from Celestia and up into the sky at remarkable speed. Slowly, it begins arching down towards you. Panics sets in. You try to position yourself, but the frisbee’s movements are slightly erratic. You put your hands up. The frisbee approaches nearer. As the frisbee enters your grabbing distance, you misjudge its trajectory and watch as it flies right through your hands. The frisbee collides with your head in a loud thunk, and you fall over on your back in pain. You rub your head in an assuage to numb the throbbing, before giving up and sitting on your elbows. Celestia comes trotting over, giggling, not like a little filly, but like an experienced, wise, and tender loving mare. Like the one you’ve come to love.

“Ok, ok,” you say, “You got me.”
Before you can stand, though, Celestia leans down and nuzzles you with her face. She plants a kiss on your cheek. You return the gesture by locking your lips with hers. She pulls away shortly after.
“Oh,” she says, “I almost forgot.”
She moves up and kisses the spot on your head which was struck with the frisbee, and even though your rational mind tells you it really doesn’t, you can’t help but feel the pain subside.
You smile. She returns from her kiss slowly, and she looks down at you. You lock eyes with her. The large, light-magenta irises highlighting her exquisite face. You notice again, how the green band of her mane crosses over her horn and down the side of her face, adding so much charm to her. Every little thing was perfect.

She smiles in return, and you slowly get up. When you do, you lean into her side as you look towards the horizon.
“It seems about time, hmm?”
“I suppose I shouldn’t keep Luna waiting much longer,” Celestia notes playfully.

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>>29318159
Can't hurt to drop the pastebin link, I guess.

I for one, still hold out hope that DJONN WILL SAVE US AGAIN ONE DAY

>>29318306
Celestia’s long horn lights up, and the familiar golden aura cascades gently along its length. You return your eyes to the sky, as Celestia gently guides the Sun along the last stretch of the horizon. As the beautiful hues of the sunset wash over the both of you, you take a moment to enjoy how the rays compliment her firm, but elegant form. You lay your arm across her barrel, embracing her. The sun has almost set now, and you can see Luna raise her Moon in response. The sky’s twilight gives way to shades of magnificent blues and blacks. Stars being to twinkle in the night sky, as the Moon reaches its destination. Celestia’s horn dims as she releases her grip on the Sun. She looks back to you and then joins your gaze towards the heavens.
“It appears Luna has outdone herself tonight,”
“I’ll have to thank her later,” you say with a squeeze.
“As will I,” Celestia replies, leaning closer into you.


“...and then, Twilight accidentally fell onto Rainbow Dash, kissing her!”
Celestia and you both break out into laughter.
She was laying down across from you, and you were both on the blanket you laid out for the picnic trip.
A few plates lay strewn about, with bread crumbs and bits of salad in different amounts across them.
The sandwiches you two made together were good.
You calm down enough to take another sip of the Pinot Noir before she continues.
“When Twilight realized what had occurred and stood up, Rainbow Dash smiled and said, ‘You like what you see?’”
You let out an embarrassing roar of laughter you’re sure could rival even the Royal Canterlot Voice, before nervously stifling it and responding.
“Really?”
“I couldn’t refrain from laughing at her comment at the time, and it seems neither can you. I assure you, I saw it with my own eyes.”
Celestia smiled playfully again. “You look so cute when you’re flustered.”
“That’s not the first time you’ve told me that,” you say, trying to save face.
She laughs. “And it won’t be my last.”

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>>29315959
Real interesting, it's gloomy as fuck around here. Praise Sunbutt I guess.

>>29318312
As she lies down, with her forelegs crossed over one another, she magically tips the wine glass, finishing the last of its contents. You look over to the bottle, which was magically chilled by Celestia an hour prior, and notice the disappointing lack of aged grape alcoholic substance.
“I’m afraid we’re out, it seems.” You gesture to the empty wine-bottle.
“Most likely for the better,” she says, putting her glass down on the plate beside her, “I have to thank you again for picking it out, though. I’ve never given that brand a try before. I’ll have to write them a letter of admiration sometime.”
You take another sip of your wine as Celestia tries to get up for a stretch. She nearly topples over at first.
“I’m surprised it’s so strong, too.”
“Now do you know why I’ve only had the one glass?”
“I think I do.”
Must be some magical property of the grapes, you think. Back home, wine couldn’t get that strong normally.

You watch as she stretches her forelegs, and then her hind legs. She catches you staring, and she gives you a cute wink. She walks over to you, stepping carefully over the plates lying about, and lays down, situating herself closely behind you. You finish off the wine in your glass and lay it down as you notice Celestia’s head peak out from your peripheral vision. You can sense her beckoning, and so you oblige by laying your back on her. You look up into the dark abyss again, as does she. After a moment, you turn your head towards her. She looks back at you. You adjust yourself, reach out, and trace her muzzle with your far hand along its length, meeting up with her cheek. She moves a little closer to you, and you brush a part of her mane out of her face with your thumb. She smiles, and you smile back. She lets out a long, weary sigh before looking down.
“Thank you. I really needed this.”
“Don’t thank me. This was as nice for me as it was for you.”
She looks toward your lips, and then back up to you.

>>29318317
“You describe it like it’s already over,” she says.
You lean in a little closer.
“I guess I’ll have to apologize then, won’t I?”
Celestia bites her lip. “Of course.”
You’re closer now. You can feel her breath. Your lips are just barely apart.
You can’t take it anymore. You meet your lips to hers. She pushes into you and sighs. The kiss is slow. Deliberate. Passionate. Loving. You take in the sensation of it all. The taste of her lips. The feeling of your hand against her face. Each delicate movement. Your mind is fully absorbed in the now.

She pulls away, leaving you open mouthed and pleading for more. You open your eyes and see her smiling her big, beautiful smile.
“I love you,” she says.
You smile, as she re-approaches your lips.
“I love you too.”

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>>29318151
Since we haven't had many greens in the last year, I'm gonna guess and say your story is either the old Anon one, or the one where Anon, who had been in a relationship with Celestia, is long since dead, but he reappears with no memories and Celestia brings him back home.

As for your question, I don't know if you lurked here all this time, but things went sort of downhill. This thread does everything but encourage green, so don't expect feedback, or even many replies. I usually reply to content, even only to show interest and support, but I'm just one person here. So yeah, go ahead, but don't get your hopes up.

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>>29318151
Why not both? Almost a year old green is worth re-posting in my opinion. Pastebin link would be nice for everyone that reads longer greens on devices not supporting 4chan.
>>29318319
Cute. Comfy. Would read again.
Could you start using ">" though? It makes the dialog much easier to read.

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i shouldn't, buuuuuut

>>29318319
Man, I will never tire of just reading comfy, happy greens with Sunnybutt. Grey and rainy outside today, so spending a calm afternoon just goofing off with Celly sounds about perfect now.

>>29318319
Excellent work, especially given it's been stewing since March. Mind dropping your pastebin?

>>29318381
>Could you start using ">" though?
Are you kidding? I love it when people branch out from greentext, it's more like (ugh sorry) a proper story that way.

>>29319020
Be forewarned, I've only done shitty one-shots, and I consider this Celestia thing to be some of my better work.

I wrapped the Celly thing up in 2 hours over the course of 3 days since I don't know how to stop procrastinating.

Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/u/DeceptivlyProficient

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>>29319138
Both "4Hoof Post" and "Anon the Writefag" are so real.
You writing is good, keep going and don't let anyone stop you.

>>29315959

i want to put my finger into celestia's asshole and wiggle it around until her latest meal comes out.

>>29315959
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=noGlpEOB938

>The Canterlot library was the largest collection of literary works in all of Equestria and some would even say the world.
>Thousands of books littered many shelves. Collections from various authors gathered for thousands of years.
>Peering from your hiding place between the bookshelves your eyes searched for her.
>The one mare who was seen as the shining beacon of virtue and hope within this pony nation.
>Spotting Celestia sitting comfortably at one of the empty tables brought a smile to your face.
>She was so absorbed into reading the book which floated in front of her face she would never see this coming.
>Kneeling down you reached for the water balloon, and it wasn’t an ordinary one either. This balloon was filled with bright green paint.
“You’re going to get what you deserve today and my revenge will be complete.”
>Being careful you took another peak at your target.
>Celestia was still reading her book completely unaware of what was about to happen.
>Like a baseball pitcher you took aim and wound up the balloon, ready to throw it at your unassuming target.
>Letting it fly you smiled as it sailed through the air at the white mare.
>And it stopped.
>Wait…
>Squinting you could barely make out the faint glow of magic around it.
>Oh crap!
>”Perhaps next time you shouldn’t let my sister in on your plan Anon, she has a bad habit of proclaiming things, like sneak attacks such as this.”
>Celestia’s eyes never left the book, but you could tell the mirth in her voice at the audacity of your sneak attack.
>You’re fucked.
>You saw the balloon begin rotating until a whistling noise was heard throughout the library from it’s speed.
>Like cannonball the thing was launched in your direction.

>>29321138
>Your body refused to move as you watched it fly at you at a breakneck speed.
>This was going to hurt-
>A lot.

>Poor Anonymous.
>He’s had this strange obsession with getting back at you over the events from several days ago.
>It was a silly little thing to get so upset over in your opinion.
>All you had done was eat the yogurt which he claimed was his from the fridge.
>His name wasn’t on it so it was fair game as far you were concerned.
>Watching him curse under his breath as he exited the library dripping paint you let out a slight chuckle.
“Anon be a dear and take a dip in the pond before going back in the castle, we wouldn’t want you to make a mess.”
>”As god as my witness I’m going to make you pay.”
>Such a lively stallion.
>Ever since he moved in the quiet and boring castle felt alive again.
>Who knows what sort of plan he would come up with tomorrow?

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>>29320946

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>>29321138
>>29321144
heh

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>>29318024
>celestial falls into a coma
> in her dreams

Not even your dreams is your butthole safe

>>29322105
I clop to this is that normal?

Alright then, let's dump this: http://pastebin.com/S4zxGXXs

> "Princess? Are we almost there yet?"
> The sleepy little voice on your shoulder makes itself known again, her question accompanied by a foal-sized yawn as she shifts from her spot nestled between your wings.
"Yes, Twilight. We're just about there."
> The sound of hooves on the ground must have woken her, as she'd slept peacefully throughout the flight that had brought you here.
> Carefully you ruffle your wings when Twilight stands from her perch, little hooves digging in to your back as she tries to peer around your head.
> The woods that you were talking through had a sharp slant to them - the hillside they precariously clung to rising up off to your left.
> On the opposite side they fell away into a valley shrouded by late-afternoon mists, something Twilight notes with a nervous squeak as she pulls back down against you.
"It's okay, Twilight. I'd catch you."
> No reply comes, but soon you can feel her moving around again - insatiable curiosity having overcome her instinctive fear.
> Presently the trees thin a bit, coming upon an old path cut through them.
> Stones had once been laid to pave it out - a task you remember fondly - but now they presented more of a hazard than an assistance:
> Seasons passed had seen them washed aside when rain turned the hillside to mud or pushed from their place by thriving weeds no longer cut back.
> Your hooves dance over the jagged, uneven pavers with practiced poise, horn flickering to remove a few of the move dangerous obstacles from the path.
> Not for your need, of course, though you wondered if he ever came this way anymore anyhow.
> Twisting and dodging around trees that had proved too reluctant to make way for it, the path turned up the hill; sometimes it turned to stairs - though by now they could barely be recognized as such.
> Familiar warmth rises in you as the end of the path become visible.

>>29322193

> A shining gateway of golden sunlight pouring in from beyond - welcoming, beckoning you forwards.
> You're unable to keep your legs from springing into a joyful little trot, Twilight making a surprised noise from your back.
> That sound turns to wonder as you pass through it into the clearing beyond.
> In sharp contrast to the forest surrounding it, the grassy field was kept clear and clean; the forest's siege turned back at its edge and allowed to proceed no further.
> A bubble of peace, in contrast to the liveliness of the chirping, scuttling, growing forest around it.
> Even to you, there was something magical about the place.
> Stopping a few paces in, you close your eyes and allow the sunlight streaming down to bake in to you.
> Instead of slowing, your heart thrums a little more powerfully in your chest.
> In the corner of your vision, a tiny purple hoof points past your head.
> "Is that where we're going, Princess?"
> You didn't need to follow where Twilight pointed to know what she was asking about.
"Yes, my student. That is."
> The cabin stood not at the center but near the higher edge of the clearing, allowing it a good view out across the valley it faced.
> Despite the lateness of the afternoon, its windows were darkened against the encroaching evening.
> To another it might have seemed forbidding - hostile, as if you were unwanted.
> You only feel a warmth swell in your chest.
> Hooves are set into motion once more, first across grass and stone and then thudding on the wooden decking of the cabin's porch.
> Up close, the signs of age were clearer:
> Here and there, paint peeled back where the weather had taken its toll on it.
> The siding showed a few cracks, pieces split where freeze-thaw had done its work.
> Yet the door's handle was polished, a brassy shine showing on it and the call-bell mounted to its side.
> "Here's where you get off, Twilight."
> She slides down your side, laden foal-sized saddlebags following close behind her.

>>29322202

"...now Twilight, I'm just going to warn you. my friend we've come to see can be a bit... different, but please, please be polite and listen if he tells you something."
> Her muzzle screwed up an expression of seriousness completely out of place on a foal, Twilight nods dutifully.
> "I'll be absolutely sure, Princess Celestia!"
> Trying to hide the grin that threatens to break out on your own face, you rise again and, reaching out, take the bell-pull in your magic.
> In contrast to the lightness of the pull, the heavy tolling it sets off sounds more in place coming from the top of a tower than a wooden cabin.
> But you aren't listening for that anyway.
> Your ears perk instead at the sound that comes with the third tolling of the impossible bell, an uneven thunk-thud, thunk-thud that grows ever closer.
> Glancing down tells you that Twilight Sparkle has jammed her ears flat against the sides of her head, but is keeping herself steady - legs spread wide in a ready stance.
> Thunk-thud, thunk-thud; ever closer it comes; the door's latch clicks aside -
> And can hold back no longer, your face splitting into a wide grin.
"Ano-
> "Starswirl?!"
> Twilight's voice, awe-struck and amazed, interrupts you.
> Anonymous peers down over his enormous, white beard; he raises one wrinkled hand to adjust the massive spectacles mounted over his eyes - and then looks back at you.
> The gears turn in his head, and your ears fall in preparation for-
> "What an adorable little hellspawn, Celestia. Wherever did you find it?"
"...hello to you too, Anonymous."
> Not in front of Twilight, please-
> "Well?"
> His cane - black oak now; he'd changed since the last time you saw him - is wave at your muzzle.
> Twilight gives an outraged squeak that anyone would dare do that.
> "Are you going to step inside already, or did you want to pull over a chair so you can sit in front of my door instead?"
> With a sigh and a warm smile, you nod.
"Follow me, Twilight."

>>29322210

> The interior rivals Canterlot Palace in the absurdity of things scattered about it.
> But while the palace was the beneficiary of both innumerable gifts granted over a dozen lifetimes by a hundred dignitaries, where Anonymous found his collection remained something of a mystery to you.
> ...the palace also had the benefit of several talented interior decorators, which Anonymous most certainly did not have anyone remotely close to.
> And so a pair of griffon claw-gauntlets sat crossed above a tarnished basoon - not his, of course - and directly adjacent to a clock that had run backwards for as long as you'd seen it.
> A dragon's egg, carefully pieced back and forth together, lay balanced on a shelf against a gently humming transparent fragment of the lost Crystal Empire.
> ...the Wonderbolts' flight suit, though, was new.
> All of this, of course, is utterly lost on Twilight.
> "P-Princess? Is that really-"
> "No, I'm not bloody Starswirl, you great fool. Do I look a thousand years old? There'd not be much of me left but bones if I did!"
> Softly you sigh.
> Perhaps more exotic and absurd than all his collections, the curator of this madhouse himself.
> Your friend.
"...Anonymous, this is Twilight Sparkle; she is my student. Twilight, this is Anonymous - a very old and very dear friend of mine."
> Peering over his shoulder, Anonymous glares over the hook of his nose down at Twilight.
> She squeaks and tries to slip back into the flowing curls of your tail, which might have been more effective if not for the bulging saddlebags still on her sides.
> "...not a lot of guts in her, Celly."
"Twilight is quite intelligent, Anonymous. You shouldn't judge her so quickly."
> His reply is interrupted by a heavy, hacking cough.
> When it clears he rubs his throat - frowning sharply.
> But nothing more comes out of it; instead he turns away and thunk-thuds away towards the kitchen.

>>29322224

"Twilight, why don't you go look over some of the things Anonymous has collected? I'm sure you'll find something fascinating."
> "...but don't touch anything!"
> Wincing at the cry emanating from amid the metal clanging in the kitchen, you shake your head.
"Go ahead. He'll be fine. Though... not touching anything is probably a good idea."
> The kitchen itself appears to be doing double-duty as a chemistry lab, a labyrinthine maze of half-completed arrangements of beakers and boilers scattered across several tables.
> A different kind of chemistry is currently ongoing over the stove, where Anonymous is crouched over a pot that is only just beginning to warm up.
> Without looking up, he waves his cane in your direction - somehow missing a line of test tubes by inches.
> "You'll have to wait a few minutes longer if you want your tea, Celly. Going to take a few minutes for this to get warmed up."
> Sighing fondly, you nose up next to him and light your horn.
> Magic flows into the teapot, and within seconds it has begun to whistle softly.
> A beleaguered sigh emerges from Anonymous.
> "I've always said doing that is cheating."
"And yet you've never refused any tea I've ever made for you."
> Anonymous turns to face you, and a warm smile finally makes its way onto his face - curling deep wrinkles into his cheeks.
> "No, I haven't. It's bloody well good to see you again."
> Laughing softly, you reach up and slip a wing around him.
> So, too, does he circle his arms around your neck - fingers digging tight into your coat.
> Somehow you don't mind; feeling that reassuring, bony touch is reassuring - a sign of life, however aged it may be.
"It's good to see you too. I'm sorry it's been so long-"
> "Oh, do stop making excuses."
> He releases - pausing to give a light scratch around one ear, earning a soft coo from your lips.
> "I know you've got your reasons. Besides, I'm not going anywhere quite yet."
"...on that note, what exactly is all of this?"

>>29322231
> You gesture about at the half-dozen experiments in various states of completion spread around the room.
> "Oh, that? Fooling around with a spot of alchemy. Found a nice zebra war-alchemists' kit, figured I'd try and poke my little finger into it and try to figure it out."'
"Ah, I see. But... why is it up here? I thought your labs were downstairs, in the-"
> Anonymous cuts you off with a sharp shake of his head as he searches through the cabinets for a proper teacup.
> "Stairs, stairs. It was all taking too long to get up and down, so I had the servant drones bring it up here."
> That gives you pause, and forces you to take another look at Anonymous.
> His wrinkles have deepened and spectacles thickened, yes, but now you see other things.
> The cane is not just new, but thicker, as though it needed to support more weight now.
> There's a tremble in his hand - his real hand, not the metal and electricity you knew was concealed beneath the black glove over his left.
> Thank all the stars Twilight hadn't noticed and asked about that...
"I truly wish you would come back to Canterlot with me, Anonymous."
> "So what? So I can be around those sneering and laughing horned snobs again? I'll take my home, thank you very much."
"So you can be close to me, Anonymous. I wish I could get over here to visit you more, but things are becoming so busy again. Just because I can't come doesn't mean-"
> "I said no bloody excuses, Celly! I know you have every reason to be busy; it's not a strike against you."
> Biting and sharp, his tone sends you recoiling.
> A retort forms on your lips, and dies there.
> This isn't about excuses anyhow.
> Not yours, anyhow.
"...I see."
> "Besides, what's up with that little filly you're towing around."
"Twilight?"
> "Mmm-hmm. Whatever happened to the last aid you had? Rabid-something-"
"/Raven/ is doing just fine."
> "Eh, that so?"
> As Anonymous turns to face you, the look on his face sends your stomach plunging.

>>29322239

> "Don't tell me then - had a nice little liason with some fine young stallion, spent a nice night together-"
"Anonymous!"
> Heat flows to your cheeks; you shake a hoof angrily at him even as barely-concealed laughter still flows in your voice.
"Twilight Sparkle is not my daughter! She has lovely parents and a very nice older brother!"
> "Izzat so?"
> Setting the teacups down and stroking his beard, he gives you a mischievous look.
> "Don't tell me - setting her up with a fine young stallion of her own and-"
> This time you bat him over the head with one wing.
> Anonymous tries to duck, laughing, but doesn't manage and gets a face-full of feathers for his troubles.
> "Fine, fine! I yield!"
> Unable to restrain your own chuckles, you shake your head.
"Twilight is my student. A very important student, but still only a student."
> "Celly..."
> His voice has turned more serious again as he loads the tray up with the last few things.
> "I know you, and I know what that means. What is she?"
> Even with him, you hesitate to answer.
> Not because of how he'd react - well, actually, exactly because of how he'd react.
> Because he'd try to /help/.
"...the thousandth year is coming."
> His skin has gone pale with his years, but Anonymous manages to turn even paler.
> "She's coming back. And Twilight-?"
"Twilight has a role to play."
> Your voice is lowered, even though you could sense the distant hum of Twilight's magic and knew she had no chance of hearing you even if you spoke with your full voice.
> "The flashes again? The visions?"
"Yes. I can see - fragments. Even more scattered than normal. I don't know what will happen, but she is important. I will do what I can for Twilight, but..."
> "...if you wanted me by your side when the time comes, you could have just asked."
"No!"
> You're unable to keep the sharp retort out of your voice.
> Looking away in shame, you swallow and try again in a softer voice.

>>29322248

"No, Anonymous. I can't have you there when my sister comes back."
> "Bloody hell, you can't. I may be getting on in years, but I've got a few tricks left in my sleeve."
"She's cruel, Anonymous. And more dangerous than you understand."
> "I understand plenty well enough!"
> His arms fold across his chest, a frown stamped on his lips.
> "It may have been a few years since we had our little adventures last, but I'm not so senile I've forgotten what you are like in a fight!"
"It's been thirty-seven years since we did anything like that, Anonymous."
> "Oh, shove off..."
> Sighing, he finally finds a chair - slipping down into it with a heavy, weary sigh.
> "Don't treat me like one of your little ponies. I'm not afraid of standing up there beside you-"
"She would tear you aside in a moment if she saw you, Anonymous."
> "And maybe I don't care! I'm two-hundred and forty three years old, Celly."
> His voice is surprisingly snappish, and despite the need to sit down he still manages to raise his cane to wave in your face.
> "That's well beyond twice what any of my species can expect to get. It's been long enough; I'd rather go down by your side than spend my days rotting away..."
> He trails off, looking around at the unfinished chemistry surrounding him.
> "...I'd rather go down with you."
> Settling on your haunches in front of him, you reach out with one wing to stroke his cheek.
> Anonymous closes his eyes, trembling slightly at that touch.
"You've got many years yet, Anonymous."
> "Don't patronize me. Even with all the magic you've pumped into me and half my body being machine these days, I see what's happening."
"And that doesn't mean you should throw aside everything you have still. Let the magic run its course, and things will be fine."
> Anonymous gives you a long, hard look and sighs.
> Mirroring your actions, he reaches out to set his hand - his real hand - against your cheek.
> You lean into it, letting his fingers run down your neck.

>>29322253

> "Said that about that dragon business, too. I can still feel the scars from that, no matter how much you try and hide them."
"Please, Anonymous. Trust me on this."
> "Trust you - but who are you trusting - that little purple runt?"
"Twilight Sparkle is extremely intelligent. She's just... young."
> "She thought I was Starswirl the Bearded, Celly."
> Your ears fall at his deadpan tone.
"...well, your beard-"
> "I'm not a pony, Celly."
"...yes, Twilight can be - excitable."
> For a few moments, nothing is said.
> Finally, Anonymous sighs.
> "Fine. You know I wouldn't do anything stupid without you anyhow."
"Funny, I seem to remember you doing plenty of stupid things."
> "Funny, I seem to remember that dragon business turning out alright because I did some very stupid things."
"I will give you that one."
> "...well, then."
> Standing and smoothing out his clothes, Anonymous snatches the tea platter up you can take it in your magic.
> "Let's go see what the little cretin has managed to break while we're in here."

>>29322257

> Twilight had, in fact, not managed to break anything.
> That doesn't keep Anonymous from startling her with a roar as soon as he catches sight of her.
> "Oi! Put that down! Didn't I tell you not to touch anything?!"
> The orrery that had been floating in her magical grip - its planets and moons whirling wildly - nearly falls to the ground as Twilight leaps into the air with a squeak.
> The golden glow of your own magic slips in to keep it from shattering against the ground, leaving the filly free to dodge back beneath to hide beneath your belly.
"Anonymous, please!"
> Snatching the orrery out of mid-air, Anonymous replaces it on the shelf it had come from.
> "I told her not to touch anything! What if she'd broken it?"
> "I didn't touch it, Princess! I swear, I was just looking with my magic-"
> Hushing Twilight the a gentle nuzzle - brushing your nose to the top of her mane - you shoot a sharp glare at Anonymous.
"Really, Anonymous. She was a filly."
> "I filly who can't follow bloody simple directions, apparently."
> He peers down at her with one eye squinted, as if trying to inspect a specimen to his category.
> Twilight peeks out, her purple eyes wide, and vanishes behind your hoof again with a tiny, fearful noise.
> "Is this really your apprentice, Celestia? I thought they would need a backbone to pass into your service. Or brains. Or both."
> Another squeak - this one more of anger than fear - issues from somewhere beneath you.
> "I'm not stupid!"
> "Oh? Coulda fooled me-"
> "That's not our solar system. The planets aren't timed right, the continents on Equus are wrong, and there are too many moons going around it."
> When Anonymous does not interrupt her again, Twilight goes on:
> "But the planets are all geared correctly; they've even accounted for the gravitational interactions of the two larger ones. I've never seen anything like it!"
> In the silence that follows you let out a soft breath of relief.
> Maybe now he would-

>>29322263

> "Are you tutoring an apprentice, Celestia, or a walking encyclopedia?"
> Now your breath rushes out in an exasperated sigh.
"Really, Anonymous."
> "Yes, really."
> Picking up the tea set, he continues on.
> "Well, are the two of you coming for some tea, or are we going to all just stand around here?"
> Twilight peers out from beneath you as Anonymous teeters off with the tea tray.
> "Princess...?"
> Sighing gently, you lean down to nudge her forward with your muzzle again.
"Come. He will be less upset once he sits down and eats a little."
> He'd better be.
> Places are already set out by the time you arrive - the fading whisper of the hover-module of the drone responsible barely audible to your ears.
> Of course he wouldn't dare let you see him letting them do the work, but out of sight...
> Twilight struggles into her seat beside you, while Anonymous settles across the table.
> "Now, then, Celly. How else holds Canterlot these days? Is Gallant Shield still leading the guard?"
"Ah, no. He retired fourteen years ago."
> "...pity. That old gelding had a kick to him. I liked him."
> Silently you stifle a groan as Twilight pipes up:
> "Princess, what's a 'gelding'?"
"...something you will learn about another time, Twilight."
> It's a good thing she'll find something else to research before then.
"In answer, no - Stalwart Stand holds the post now."
> Anonymous screws up his face, muttering softly and rubbing his beard with a free hand.
> "Stalwart, Stalwart... I don't know that name. Is he any good?"
> Sipping your tea softly, you nod.
"I believe so. A bit aggressive, perhaps, but I am sure he will come to mellow out in time."
> "Could he beat me? Maybe I should come down and test him."
"Anonymous, a half-trained cadet could beat you. You do not have to test everypony who stands at my side."
> A sour look is shot in your direction, to which you simply smile and again raise the teacup to your lips.
> "...that's not the question, Celestia, and you know it."

>>29322275

> Setting down your teacup, you sigh and offer a small nod.
"Canterlot's defense stands strong, Stalwart Stand is a strong pony, from a good line of-"
> "A good line?"
> Cane thocking against the floor, Anonymous shakes his head.
> "You know what I think of that bloodline business."
"-I was going to say a good line of cadets. All of them performed well, and he most of all."
> "Would he kill for you?"
"Excuse me?"
> Setting down his teacup, Anonymous selects a long, thin cookie and uses it to jab at your chest.
> It's with his gloved hand, you notice - not the one still with flesh and blood beneath it.
> "If I came down there now and announced I was going to depose you, would he be willing to put a blade through my throat? He himself?"
"I do not recruit my captains of the guard solely based on their willingness to end lives, Anonymous."
> "Then maybe you should."
"It is their job to guard the realm, not to commit murder for me."
> "I had to. Repeatedly, as I recall. And I frankly question whether a soldier who's never bloodied his blade and a walking astronomy book-"
> Here the jabbing finger turns in Twilight's direction.
> "-is enough to keep you safe when Ni-."
> You hiss softly, cutting Anonymous off before he can mention... that.
> Catching your meaning, he simply concludes his statement again.
> "...is enough to keep you safe."
> So that's what this is about.
> Your face falls, as do your ears.
> "I'm quite serious, Celestia. I've been gone for too long, I think; should go back down there and slap some sense into everyone again. Maybe slap some sense into you."
> Your mouth opens for a rebuttal, but before the words can come another voice speaks up:
> "Stop being mean to Princess Celestia!"
> Twilight had stood up in her seat, her forehooves planted firmly on the table, eyes narrowed, and nose scrunched up.
> "You're a bully. A big, fat bully and being mean to Princess Celestia.
> Anonymous regards her with a tilted head.

>>29322285

> "So I am. How about that."
> "Well-"
> A moment of hesitation; Twilight clearly hadn't been expecting that and needs a moment to gather herself.
> "Well, you shouldn't! She's the nicest, kindest, smartest pony there ever was and you're not being fair to her."
> "Life generally isn't fair."
"Anonymous, Twilight-"
> "Then she should just leave and let you be a big bully alone."
> His face drops, going flat.
> "What."
> "That's why you're all the way up here alone, isn't it? Because you don't like anypony, and nopony likes you. But Princess Celestia came up here anyway, so you should be nicer to her!"
> "Well..."
> A slow grin creeps onto Anonymous' face.
> "Well, the bookworm has a backbone after all."
> The cookie he held is placed on Twilight's plate, leaving the filly peering back and forth between the two of you with a confused look.
> "Take it, Twilight Sparkle. You've earned it; it's been a while since anyone hit me with something that stung quite like that."
> "I - I don't -"
> Folding his hands in front of her, Anonymous actually smiles at her.
> "You're right, by the way. Many ponies are... reluctant to approach me. You mentor is, as you said, the exception."
> "Then - why?"
"Because he cares for me."
> Extending a wing across, you let it settle on Twilight's back.
"Sometimes he cares so much that it gets a little bit in his own way."
> "I don't get it."
> "You ever have a pet, Twilight?"
> "I have a baby dragon I take care of sometimes."
> Anonymous' eyes bulge as he looks at you.
> "You gave her a baby dragon?!"
"Spike isn't showing any signs of their normal greed instincts. And his fire breathing is well under control."
> "Of all the ridiculous - you know what, nevermind."
> Sighing, Anonymous drops both hands to rest on his cane.
> "If you ever do get yourself a pet, Twilight, you'll find a time where you start to worry a great deal about them."
> "Princess Celestia is not a pet."
> "Oh, I don't know. There was this one time with a bridle-"

>>29322291

> Coughing heavily and flushed, you cut that particular line of discussion off hard.
> "Right, well. No, she isn't a pet. Which honestly means I get to worry even more, because princesses tend to get in an alarming amount of trouble compared to pets."
"I will not argue with this..."
> "See, take the time I met her. Pets do not get trapped in pocket dimensions between realities with strange aliens. Princesses do."
> You can see the questions practically pouring from Twilight's ears.
> "Trapped...?"
> "In a pocket dimension, yes. Beautiful big island, some kind of blend of things leaking in from both our realities - where she came from, and where I did. Would've found her way home in time for afternoon tea I'm sure-"
> Anonymous flashes you a grin and a wink.
> "-but my ship got nabbed along as well, and so the whole thing turned into a big adventure instead."
"I'm not sure I would wish it to have ended any other way than it did, though."
> "Even the part where I said hello by shooting you?"
> This time it is Twilight's turn for her eyes bug out.
> "You shot Princess Celestia?!"
"Unfortunately."
> "Oh yes. Right in her royal flank."
> Little strangled noises emerge from the filly, to which Anonymous gives a cackle.
> "Didn't know she was a princess at the time, mind you. I just wanted answers as to what crashed me on this awful deserted island."
"That he immediately attempted to save my life after that may have somewhat affected my opinion of him."
> "Here I thought you just liked it that I waited on you hand and foot for a week while the hole healed up."
"That was part of it."
> "The point, anyhow - the point is, I am hard on those around her because I want to be damn well sure that they are going to give Celestia the absolute best."
> Already, however, you can see the thoughts whirling in Twilight's head.
> A new set of questions has come to her, the old ones being filed away for future investigation.

>>29322298

> "You - you said that you came from a different reality."
> "Yes, I did."
> "...where did you come from, Mister Anonymous?"
> "Ah."
> A real, true, wide grin spreads on Anonymous' face.
> "Well why don't you go get that orrery and the set of maps rolled up next to it down again and I'll show you."

--------

> Be Anonymous.
> And be thoroughly entertained.
> Not that you'd ever show it.
> The little purple filly Celestia had brought with her was devouring information at an alarming rate
> If she could just knock some common sense into her skull, there might be hope after all.
> Maybe get her some training from their better tacticians, rig up a simulator space with your own equipment to test her...
"...and so when I tried to make a jump to the next star system, and Celestia tried to teleport at the same moment - well, I don't pretend to get it. We ended up... crossing paths."
> "That... violates everything I know about Clover's Second Theorem on Teleportation! Alternate realities should not be-"
> Tuning her out for a moment, you let your gaze wander over to Celestia.
> The princess has her forehooves crossed on the table, eyes focused in that way you were all too familiar with.
> That was her thinking face.
> Except for her, 'thinking' meant more like 'calculating'.
"...do I get to know what's going on between those ears of yours or do I have to pay a toll for your thoughts?"
> "Is there a price on my ideas now?"
"Absolutely! One sugarcube for the pony."
> Picking up the sweet between finger and thumb, you wiggle it meaningfully - and laugh a moment later when the cube is torn from your grip and bounced off your forehead in a cloud of golden magic.
> "I am thinking that I will be going outside for a few minutes. Lower the sun, spend some time with - them."
"Mmm, that time already? What about-"
> You glance meaningfully to Twilight, her nose still buried in the maps.

>>29322310

> That they were of a world she had never and would never lay eyes on did not appear to enter into her consideration.
> Celestia simply smiles.
> "I believe I can trust you to keep her safe for a time."
"Then you clearly haven't learned anything at all."
> Laughing that warm, gentle way she did - that way that even now left your heart beating slightly faster - Celestia rises.
> "I will be outside."
> Your head unabashedly follows her as she struts for the entrance - tracing over her coat, seeing the tiny ruffles and distortions in it all too clearly despite your aging eyes.
> You'd seen many of the scars they hid added to her, after all.
> Waiting until the windows dim with the last vestiges of fading sunlight, you heft yourself upright.
"Twilight, come with me. I want to show you something."
> Wrenching herself from the maps, the little filly follows after you heavy footsteps and thudding cane - tiny, rapid hoofbeats on the wooden floor.
> Halting beside the window, you pat a chair set in front of it.
"Climb up here. I hope you've wiped your hooves, though - this is my favorite chair."
> "Simply rolling her eyes, the filly clambers up and onto the seat, settling her forehooves on the back.
"Look."
> Beyond the back porch, Celestia stood with her wings spread and head held high and proud.
> Light blazed from it, and in the distance the ivory sphere of the moon rose.
> Despite her regal pose and intense magic flowing through her, Celestia's wings drooped.
"Now. Watch."
> For a few moments her head lingered upright - nose pointed to the moon above.
> Then it fell, and Celestia advanced with careful, heavy steps.
> A little gasp issues from Twilight, and you know she has spotted her mentor's destination.
> "A-Are those...?"
"Gravestones, yes."
> "Who are they?"
"Ponies who died for her."
> Twilight tries to bring herself to repeat what you'd said, but can't quite bring the words out.
> "D-Die-"

>>29322319

"Yes. Ponies who gave all they could for her. Not the only ones, of course, but some of them - the ones who didn't have anyone else to claim them."
> Silence falls between the two of you as Celestia approaches each gravestone in turn, head lowering to touch them with her horn.
> At last you speak up:
"If you listen to one thing that I tell you, Twilight Sparkle, listen to this. She's putting a lot of trust into you. You're her student now, but soon you're going to be a lot more."
> Leaning forward on the cane, your joints popping softly, you motion to the distant alicorn.
"But if you're going to be what she relies on, there's one thing you have to keep in mind: She's a princess, but she's also a pony. An individual. She has loved, lost, raged, cried, and everything in between."
"She is beautiful, yes - magnificent, even - but if you're going to be close to her, don't ever forget that she has a life as well. Do not treat her as a thing, but as a being."
> "But - she's - Princess Celestia!"
"Princess Celestia whose mane I once held back as she vomited out a Changeling poison throughout a night."
> A touch of amusement lingers in your voice.
"It is extraordinarily hard to find someone a visage of immutable perfection when she is heaving her guts out on the ground in front of you."
> To this Twilight remains quiet a while longer.
> Finally, a question works its way up to her lips.
> "...did they love her? The ponies out there?"
"Some of them, I expect. I can't know for sure; I only knew one."
> "Oh..."
> Then, a moment later:
> "Did you love her?"
> Smart little runt.
> Maybe too smart for her own good, until someone could teach her to keep her mouth shut.
> But you answer anyhow.
"Yes."
> Your voice is soft as a whisper, a hiss of breath that sounds as old as you feel.

>>29322330

"I did. I do. And I won't be around to look much longer, Twilight. I'll find my place out next to the rest of them sooner or later, and someone else will have to be there to stand for up for her - for Celestia the pony, not Princess Celestia."
> "You - want me -"
"I want someone, and she obviously thinks you're the right one. But all that knowledge - all that studying I can tell you do - it isn't going to mean squat if you can't push yourself to give her what she actually needs."
> Another hesitating pause before she goes on:
> "...will I have to die too?"
> Your lips begin to form an automatic answer, but you halt it before it can come.
> Would it be right to tell her that?
> She would have to face death sooner or later, but now...
"No. Not for her, not have to. But you will have to be willing to risk yourself, or all that studying isn't going to be worth crowshit."
> "Is that how your arm...?"
> Being forward now, wasn't she?
> Considering that she'd barely been able to face you only a few hours before...
> Pulling off the gloves that covered it, you regard the dulled metal glimmering beneath - servos whirring gently as your fingers flex.
> To your surprise, Twilight doesn't flinch from it - instead regarding the prosthetic with a mix of awe and fascination.
"Yes. Your perfect princess cut it off."
> "Cut it-"
"Right off, just beneath the shoulder. Dragon had burned it too deeply even for her magic. Blood all over the place; must've taken her ages to scrub it out of her coat. Not the only thing I've lost either."
> "Will I have to...?"
> Sighing gently, you shake your head.
"You're missing the point. It's not about will you get hurt or not - it's about will you be there when she needs you, whether that's to listen to her and not judge her as a princess or to stand in harm's way for her. It's about if you're going to be able to push yourself when I'm not around to be an abrasive ass for you."

>>29322336

> Twilight considers for a long moment before answering:
> "I think... she could probably use another pony out there for her now."
> Celestia probably hadn't expected Twilight to see this in the first place, let alone join her.
> But you had just told Twilight to act on what Celestia needed, not just what was expected...
"...let me open the door for you."
> Long after Twilight had shot off into the darkness to join the distant form of her princess, you stand at the window still.
> Your gaze drifts upwards, to the moon and the horse's head imprinted on it.
> Celestia had long ago told you about the one imprisoned within it, but for the most part you hadn't thought a great deal about it.
> That sort of thing was distant - something begun long before and something you'd expected to end long after you'd passed on.
> Now, though...
> Her visions - her flashes - hadn't been wrong in the past, and so you didn't doubt when she said that filly was important.
> But that didn't mean the things that had happened hadn't cost Celestia her scars, or you even more of your body.
"If she doesn't want me to face you..."
> Your voice is a soft, hissed whisper.
"...then I won't face you. But I damn well won't sit around on my ass waiting."
> The moon, of course, does not reply.
> You shoot another glare at it anyhow before turning and thudding off back towards the table.
> Dinner would have to be made for both of them, considering the hour.
> Besides, your bones - those that are still actually bone - ache, and you need to sit down.

--------

> Long after dinner was reduced to the last cold remnants clinging to the side of its pots - long after the inquisitive little filly she had brought with her had been sent packing to bed in one of your spare rooms - you and Celestia remain awake.
> The outside air still had a chill to it, summer's impending arrival not yet forced back the vestiges of winter's grasp.

>>29322346

> Once - many years ago - that chill had left your bones aching and joints swollen but now you've gotten used to it,- the cold more an old friend than an insidious, creeping foe.
> Of course, it also helped that there was a solar princess curled on the couch at your side, warmth radiating off her ivory coat like that of a long-dimmed fire.
> Your hand - your real hand, the one that could still truly feel the softness of her coat and silky smoothness of her feathers - rests across her withers.
> No words had been spoken between the two of you for some time, the contact speaking enough on its own.
> Similarly, no light fell across you but the cold, pale moonlight coming in through the window the couch faced.
> This was a long-familiar ritual for the two of you, a rite set in stone by days long-passed.
> And like all such things, it cannot last forever.
> The first sign is when Celestia stirs, her wings twitching and head turning about fix you with her gaze.
> You hold out as long as possible, but there's no way to avoid her look - nor what it signifies.
> Sighing gently, you speak first.
"You'll have to go in the morning, then."
> "Yes."
"I'll be sure to have something prepared to see you off early, then. I'm sure your charges would begin to worry if you were not back for lunch."
> "Oh, don't be like that, Anonymous."
> Despite her scolding tone there is laughter in Celestia's voice as well.
> Waving dismissively with one hand, you chuckle softly.> Long after dinner was reduced to the last cold remnants clinging to the side of its pots - long after the inquisitive little filly she had brought with her had been sent packing to bed in one of your spare rooms - you and Celestia remain awake.
> The outside air still had a chill to it, summer's impending arrival not yet forced back the vestiges of winter's grasp.

>>29322351

> Once - many years ago - that chill had left your bones aching and joints swollen but now you've gotten used to it,- the cold more an old friend than an insidious, creeping foe.
> Of course, it also helped that there was a solar princess curled on the couch at your side, warmth radiating off her ivory coat like that of a long-dimmed fire.
> Your hand - your real hand, the one that could still truly feel the softness of her coat and silky smoothness of her feathers - rests across her withers.
> No words had been spoken between the two of you for some time, the contact speaking enough on its own.
> Similarly, no light fell across you but the cold, pale moonlight coming in through the window the couch faced.
> This was a long-familiar ritual for the two of you, a rite set in stone by days long-passed.
> And like all such things, it cannot last forever.
> The first sign is when Celestia stirs, her wings twitching and head turning about fix you with her gaze.
> You hold out as long as possible, but there's no way to avoid her look - nor what it signifies.
> Sighing gently, you speak first.
"You'll have to go in the morning, then."
> "Yes."
"I'll be sure to have something prepared to see you off early, then. I'm sure your charges would begin to worry if you were not back for lunch."
> "Oh, don't be like that, Anonymous."
> Despite her scolding tone there is laughter in Celestia's voice as well.
> Waving dismissively with one hand, you chuckle softly.
"You're right, you're right. Forgive an old man for hoping he could spend more than a single evening with someone he misses so dearly."
> "You could always-"
"I will come stay in Canterlot when you have finally managed to wrench the nobility's heads out of their rears."

>>29322353

> "I can only guide them, Anonymous. Not grant miracles."
> Your laughter unexpectedly turns to a heaving cough, leaving Celestia staring with a deeply concerned look in her eyes.
> Unbidden, her horn comes to lay across your chest; gentle, golden glow illuminates the room turning everything soft and relieving some of the aching pressure in your throat.
> "It's becoming worse. Your lungs..."
"Yes, I will have to print out a new pair soon. Bloody inconvenient."
> "Inconvenient-"
> Exasperation evident in her tone and on her features, Celestia lowers her head back to rest against your thigh.
> "Inconvenient was not what I was getting at."
"I know."
> The small smile returns to your face.
"But then, inconvenient is not what I would call those walking fungi you call nobles, yet you seem to think they're only a mild nuisance as well."
> "They are ponies, Anonymous. As flaws as you or I."
"Yet you seem to have managed to keep your head screwed on straight all these years. God knows how."
> When no response comes immediately, you add:
"Though I will admit - I do dearly wish you could stay a little while longer."
> Celestia's smirk increases a touch at the small victory, and she nods.
> "As do I, Anonymous. But I'm afraid I can't see things becoming any easier soon. With only a few years left to prepare... And then I will have to be there for her, to help her come back to who she was."
> Abruptly Celestia peers upward at you.
> "I hope you're not thinking I don't care for you any longer-"
> Snorting gently, you shake your head.

>>29322362

"Don't be so nervous, Celestia. I understand - she is your family, and you must be there for her. I'm not jealous - though I will at least hope to meet this 'Luna' at some point."
> "Should everything go according to plan - once she has gotten to her hooves again, I think she would be most interested in meeting you."
> What might happen if everything does not go according to plan is not even mentioned, something that does not escape your notice.
> "...and besides - if it is any consolation to you, Luna's return will have quite the affect on the nobility as well."
"Oh?"
> "She was always far less tolerant of their scheming than I - far more willing to confront them directly. I will have to blunt her bite a bit, but even so - they are in for a rude awakening."
> You feel a slight grin touching your lips; one hand rises to stroke at your beard and hide the expression.
"Hrmm, hrm. Maybe, then. Maybe - it would be a shame to miss seeing their faces then, I will admit."
> "Is that what it takes you to lure you out for a visit? The humiliation of others?"
> Her scolding tone nets her a sharp glare from the corner of your eye, though both of you cannot hold it and soon dissolve into laughter.
> Unfortunately, you once again find yourself quickly doubled-over and hacking what remains of your lungs out.
> Magic gently grasps you, laying you out on the sofa.
> Pride demands you struggle some-
"I'm fine, Celestia! I swear, clear your throat around you and it's like you're coughing up blood..."
> -but in the end, there's little point.
> Besides, the spot she had been laying on is nicely warmed.
> "You're sick, Anonymous."
"Oh, this isn't that bad. You've seen me coughing blood, too - you know it isn't."
> Eyeing you flatly, Celestia shakes her head.
> "...I think, Anonymous, that if you are going to come teach Twilight - let alone meet Luna - you will have to stay in Canterlot permanently."
"Threats? Low blow, dear - low blow."

>>29322370

> Pausing, as if the idea was only just forming in your head, you raise a finger.
"And what if I just say no?"
> "Then I suppose will simply have to tell them of your escapades myself."
> Feigning outrage, your tone rises.
"I'm not even dead yet! At least let me get into the ground before you start turning me into a legend!"
> Celestia lowers herself back to her belly - face now level with yours as you lay there.
> "Then come to Canterlot, and tell them yourself."
"And keep me around all the time? Aren't you afraid I'll corrupt the poor little thing - let alone your sister?"
> "A risk I am willing to take."
> Leaning in, her lips brush softly against your cheek.
> "You shouldn't be alone like this. Trust me, please - I know you, and I know alone."
> Once more things go quiet between the two of you, leaving only the soft brushing of wind against your home and the occasional creak of wooden flooring to be heard.
> Finally Celestia speaks again.
> "I'm going upstairs. Will you get some sleep, if you're going to be up to see us off in the morning?"
> You are prepared to say no, you'll be right ready to sleep when you're ready - but a particular creaking has just caught your attention.
"...oh, fine. I'll be up when you come back."
> "Thank you."
> Celestia smiles softly, rising to her hooves again.

--------

> Be Twilight Sparkle
> Filly spy extraordinaire!
> They thought you were in bed, but you fooled them!
> Towels were bound tight around your hooves, muffling them against the wooden flooring.
> Your saddlebags were tightly wrapped around your barrel - not for your books, but for Smarty Pants.
> He held silent watch, head poking from the buckled saddlebag cover and making sure no one could come up behind you as you crept from corner to shadowed corner.
> Your ear flicks as Anonymous' voice rises again, protesting vehemently:
> "I'm not even dead yet! At least let me get into the ground before you start turning..."

>>29322380

> He was still talking to Princess Celestia, then.
> Good - you could get in and out without them ever knowing!
> Normally you wouldn't dare skip bed like this - books could still be read by the light of your horn beneath the covers, after all - but this was a unique chance!
> Who knew what wonders awaited you?
> There'd be plenty of time to sleep on the trip back home, after all.
> Now, the test of the descent to the first floor passed, the holy grail was before you:
> Stairs dropped away into the dark, promising treasures unheard of beyond.
> The bookshelves and display cases of the living room held no interest for you now.
> Everypony knew that the truly interesting, truly remarkable things weren't out in public after all.
> Even treading carefully with your muffled hooves, you can't avoid the creaking of the stairs entirely - but that's okay, the house is noisy enough you can match your steps to the groans and pops it makes on its own.
> Daring Do had taught you to do that!
> Lighting your horn at the bottom of the stairs reveals nothing but another doorway at first.
> Creeping through it, however...
> Your jaw falls in wonder at the contents of the vast hall beyond.
> It was huge - the stairs had dropped far further than you'd realized at first, to hide something like this beneath the hilltop - but every inch of floor seemed to be covered in treasure.
> Not gold or jewels, but...
> Some of it you recognized; chemistry was chemistry, no matter who had built it..
> Other things your eyes lay on - gleaming bodies of unknown items illuminated in the pale luminescence of your horn - take your breath away.
> Creeping forward once more, you inch towards one particularly curious construct set atop a high table.
> That it was morbid - resembling nothing so much as the body of a large pony eaten away along its length by huge bites - did nothing to deter you.
> Unfortunately it wasn't nearly low enough to be seen clearly.

>>29322386

> Merely jumping in place wouldn't help; instead you climb an impromptu ladder of nearby seats, boxes, and tables until you can take a running leap to arrive on the same table it rested on.
> From this close angle it is even more ghoulish - mouth filled with razor fangs, eyes capped by unseeing lenses, and a gnarled, jagged horn protruding from its head.
> That does not stop you from coming even closer, approaching until your muzzle nearly touched-
> "Ahem."
> With a whoop you go falling - flailing, spinning, sliding on a suddenly slick surface until you land with a winded thud on the unforgiving floor.
> The macabre trophy comes down after you, landing on the floor with a hollow rattling sound.
> At least your fall had been cushioned by Smarty Pants - selflessly sacrificing himself to ensure your safety.
> That, however, still leaves one pressing matter...
> "I was not aware, Twilight Sparkle, that sleepwalkers were such adept climbers."
> Hunched over and leaning on his cane, Anonymous still seems impossibly huge in the dim light - his beard and whispy remnants of hair form a halo around his softly-glowing eyes.
> "I didn't think that sneaking around in other people's homes was a habit nice young fillies kept for that matter either."
"I'm sorry! I didn't break anything, I swear-"
> "Oh, do stop cringing like that. We already went through this once; can we just get to the last bit and skip all the unimportant parts."
> You blink owlishly; he wasn't angry?
> Hobbling past you on his cane, Anonymous certainly doesn't seem upset - though he does check the thing you'd been studying closely, feeling it over with one hand.
> Halfway bent over, he moves to lift it again - but halts, instead straightening as much as he can.
> Instead a pair of humming machines descend from somewhere above to collect the thing in grasping claws.
"...what is that...?"

>>29322388

> "A changeling protoqueen's exoskeleton. She would probably hate to know that I kept it, but it's really quite fascinating to study."
> A changeling?!
> They existed?!
> Seeming to sense the questions threatening to erupt from you, Anonymous holds out a single finger.
> "No, none of that. Not right now - contrary to what little fillies believe, you do need your sleep and so do I."
"...aww..."
> He turns and starts back towards the entrance.
> By long experience you know to not argue, and instead simply fall in by his side.
> "Besides - if you wanted to see some of my collection, next time just ask. Though you might not always like what you find."
"...not like...?"
> Halting momentarily, Anonymous glances down at you.
> "...I've known Celestia-"
"Princess Celestia."
> "-Princess Celestia for a very long time, Twilight Sparkle. What I've collected here reflects that."
> Now your attention is firmly fixed again.
> "Do you remember what I was telling you? About seeing her as a pony, not just a princess?"
"Uh-huh."
> "You go looking deep enough, you'll find out she's not as pure or innocent as you ponies like to think. She means good, yes - but sometimes, hard things must be done for a good purpose."
> Was - was he saying Princess Celestia was a bad pony?
> Impossible!
> Princess Celestia was - the goodest of good ponies!
"I don't believe you."
> "You should. She came to terms with it a long time ago. You're going to have to, eventually."
"You're just trying to scare me into not coming down here again."
> "Am I?"
> Anonymous glances down, and in the vague light from your horn you can see that he looks almost...
> Disappointed.
> He mutters under his breath; your ears twitch and turn, catching a few words.
> "...too young, maybe. But not enough years until..."
> Shaking his head, he sighs.

>>29322396

> "I am anything but trying to keep you from investigating. But - to prove this - if you go upstairs and back to bed now, I will give you a gift when you leave tomorrow morning."
> A gift?
> Your ears perk and tail twitches at the thought of it.
> A gift for you, from this pile of priceless mysteries?
"You swear?"
> "I do indeed swear, Twilight Sparkle. But you must actually go to bed and try to sleep."
> Then you wouldn't even get to read...
> But...
"...okay, I promise."
> "Good. Now do go get on, I have to lock up down here. Oh, and Sparkle?"
"Yes?"
> Unexpectedly, Anonymous' face breaks out in a smile nearly hidden beneath his beard.
> "Good idea with those towels. I almost didn't hear you."

--------

"You will be visiting Canterlot soon, Anonymous. I will not stop pestering you until I have at least that out of you."
> Be Celestia.
> Standing just beyond the doorway in the newly-risen sun's illumination, you look back one last time at Anonymous.
> "...pfah. Maybe I will say no just to keep you coming back to me."
"And then maybe I will carry you to Canterlot."
> His eyes narrow in challenge, and you smile sweetly in return.
> "Dear lord, can't you at least let an old man have his dignity?"
"Not if it interferes with his health."
> "Pfah."
> Chuckling softly, he suddenly perks up - pointing to the still half-asleep filly resting between your wings.
> "Oh, yes! I did nearly forget - I did promise you a parting gift, didn't I?"
> Twilight immediately perks up, the words having a prompt affect on her.
> "Gift - I - you remembered!"
> You, meanwhile, merely cock one eyebrow.
> When, exactly, had this gift been agreed on...?
> Anonymous reaches into his robe - producing a tiny black hemisphere studded with crystalline dots.
> "This is a complete star map for the entire sky - north and south hemispheres. Just tap it once to activate, then use your magic to turn the projection. You can move it backwards and forwards in time too - you'll figure it out. "

>>29322401

> Twilight's eyes grow wide as she accepts the device into her saddlebags.
> "Woah..."
> "And - if you should complete the puzzle I've built into it - you'll find it also holds the /other/ star maps I was showing you yesterday. Just put it in the sun every few days, and it should keep working."
> You can nearly feel Twilight's breath quicken at both the prospect of the challenge and offered reward, while you merely shoot an accusatory glare at Anonymous.
> He couldn't have simply had that laying around; he must have put it together after he had 'gone to bed'.
"...really, Anonymous, I don't know which among the two of you is more foalish."
> "Her, clearly."
> There is a sharp twinkle in his eyes.
> "I am a dignified old man, and deeply insulted you would suggest anything otherwise."
> You can't help but smile, reaching out with a wing to brush his cheek one last time.
"Goodbye, Anonymous. Until we can see each other again."
> "Until then, Celestia, I'll keep the vigil here and tell you if I see anything else cropping up."
> Long after you had turned away from the door - long after you had taken to the air again and begun the trip back to Canterlot - Twilight's voice pipes up behind you.
> "Princess Celestia? What's he keepin' a vigil for?"
"...that, my student, is a story for another time."

http://pastebin.com/S4zxGXXs

So, why the fuck did I drop all that green again? Because I'm thinking of writing one of two things: Either the story of how the two of them actually met, or Anonymous' final adventure with Celestia. I know someone when I posted this mentioned wanting to see how he handled Nightmare Moon; I might work that in somehow.

So - I realize the thread isn't exactly super-active, but what are people interested in seeing?

>>29322415
I'd like the NMM one.

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>"We shall rule over this land..and we shall call it-...t...t-this land."

>>29322415
No idea why you dropped it, I loved it when you first posted it and I just read it again because it's still great. I may have been the one to ask about the NMM confrontation and I would love to read it.

>you will never get absolutely stoned together with Celestia in her private quarters and then do lewd things to each other amidst the euphoria

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>"THEY'RE RUINING IT, ENGI-NONYMOUS! THEY'RE RUINING MY TACO TUESDAY!"
>[SCROLLS.WAV]

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So what's the consensus on Celestia's morning personality? I've seen a bit of both.
I think she has the be a morning pony seeing how she eternally has to get up before the sunrise. Not sure what she'd be like after a longer than usual night though, maybe pic related?

>>29325411
>image

>>29325411
I tend to favor "generally a happy morning person, but sometimes feels bad - either on account of never being able to just sleep in herself, or because ponies have to wake up pre-dawn to be ready by the time she raises the sun.

>>29325411
>You will never be gently teased by Celestia for being such a not-morning person
>You will never bury your head under a pillow while grumbling about how she tries to deliberately get it in your eyes
>You will never hear a soft giggle from the other side of the room

>>29322330
>Do not treat her as a thing, but as a being.
a-fuckin'-men.

...wait holy shit there's more?!

>>29322415
I'm not a fan of origin stories - there's only so many times you can make Celestia a new, compelling character, right?

I think you've set up a framing device perfectly: you could tell any number of short stories just from letters between Twilight and Merlin here. I like the sound of the second option, though, even though 'final adventure' seems a little, well... final.

Nice work. Really.

>>29319138
Thanks for the 'green', though could you please update your pastebin to include your new story?

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>>29321144
Thought you left for good. Nice to see you're still alive here in /sun/

>>29322415
I'd say go for NMM story arc, or the prequel about how they met. "Final adventure" sounds kind of depressing, and I already get my daily dose of depression fuel browsing this board everyday.

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Celly belly

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>>29321513

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bump

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she been down so long
it look like up to her

they look up to her

>>29326406
Just 'cause you asked, bby.

http://pastebin.com/3nsYgHR1

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>>29318788
>Princess is just a title
Well hot damn

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>page 10
you'll cowards don't even praiseit

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>>29330691
10 again. Bitch as if you do.

>>29315959

i want to get behind celestia on all fours and inhale her farts

>>29331076
I bet they smell like strawberries so fresh you can almost taste them. But then her ass is right there... so maybe you can.

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>>29331076
Hey that's super, redditbro.

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bump for the image dump

>>29327081
Kind of torn on if Celestia would be into tummy rubs. like it'd be a totally new experience even being rolled onto her back like that, never mind having her soft underbelly molested intimately

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>>29331076

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>page 10
woo yay, can we finally disband /sun/ and stop torturing ourselves

not bumping it next time

>>29332633
>"A..Anonymous.. hnng.. please, be gentle.. It's m-my first time!"
>Princess Celestia fidgets while lying on the bed, blushing ever so slightly and avoiding your gaze, save for a few tentative looks filled with embarrassment.
>You lie down beside her and cup her rosy cheeks, reassuring her with a smile.
"Don't worry, I' promise I'll be gentle"
>You say, readjusting a lock of her mane that had gotten out of place and covered her face.
"I'll make you feel very good"
>She keeps squirming, despite your reassuring words, and her cheeks quickly shift to a darker and definitely redder hue. Her eyes, however, lock onto you, filled with anticipation and desire.
>"Yes.. please! I'm a-all yours!"
"Ok, we'll start nice and slow."
>You move your hands down to her barrel, wrap one arm around her back and gently roll her until she's laying on her back, with her wings sprawled on the bed at their full, impressive extension.
>That elicits an "eeep" from her, and she folds her forelegs so that they're partially covering her exposed body.
>"On my back? It's s-so lewd!"
"Just relax, Celly. I'll take care of everything"
>"Mmh-mmh" She mumbles, biting her lip.
>You give her a quick peck on the lips before moving lower. You gently move aside her forelegs, until her tummy is fully exposed.
>After quick look at her she nods, encouraging you to proceed.
>You start tracing little circles with your fingers, gently digging into the soft fur and skin below. She tenses her muscles immediately, but soon relaxes and lets your hands work their magic.
>She starts panting as you increase the intensity and pace of your rubbing, and slight moans escape her lips at every few strokes.
>"Yes! Please, don't stop!"
"You like it?"
>"H-harder!"
>You chuckle, as you prepare the final assault to her defenceless tummy. Lowering your head, you take a deep breath, and press your lips right on her bellybutton.
>"B-by my name.. Anon why did you sto- Ahhh!"

>>29333986
>She lets out a scream of pleasure as you start to viciously blow raspberries on her tummy. She starts to thrash wildly, but you keep her in place with both of your arms, and continue blowing until you've run out of air.
>Then you raise your head from the writhing mess that is her belly, and gasp for air, before lying down again beside her twitching, sweaty body.
>"Ahhhh Anon! You said you'd be gentle!" She moans, with ragged breath.
>Still panting yourself, you let out a giggle.
"I was"
>She turns to look at you, eyes filled with lust.
>"Do it again"
"At once, my princess!"
>Today was an "orgasm through bellyrubs" kind of day.

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>>29333986
>>29333990
Cute as fuck, bro.

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>7 years in
>no sunbutt episode

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last one and then you can die

>>29336251
Do you really expect them to? And the real question is, do we even WANT one now? Look at the show, how they've ruined characters. Do we really want another Twilicorn?

>>29318319
Somehow, this is heartwarming in a slightly sad way.

>>29322415
Thanks for dumping, man. Anything you throw out here I'll read

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>>29337219
It'd be better than only ever seeing her in the show's intro.

>>29337823
Well let's be honest, if they EVER did a tia episode then it will probably be her getting about 5 minutes of screen time then the m6 solving her problem.

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One man bump man like swizz beatz

>>29333781
Is that a computer mouse?

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>>29339388
It's darude - sandstorm

Fucking retard

I wasn't sure if it was a small jewellery box, or something.

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>>29339388

>>29329179
thanks babe!

>>29327081
bump

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>>29340159
>contentless bump
hey thanks that's awesome

>>29340202
you're one to talk

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>>29340367
>no u
Here (you) go, junior, knock yourself out

Maybe change it up next time and post how you want to fist celestia's anus or shrink down and enter her anus etc...

>>29340384
doesn't make the point any less valid

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>>29340399
>tee hee i am still not posting content

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>>29340413
the point is that you are a hypocrite because you are nmot posting content either fucknut

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>>29340451
>fucknut
Damn son pwned me good

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>>29340459
yeah you sure showed me, How could i ever live with myself now?

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>>29340479
Search me, dude.

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Pretty Princess Pet Pony.

>>29340943
>luna scarf
That is extremely adorable.

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>>29341299
>That crown
Too lewd, too lewd!

>>29341299
plzzzzzzzzzz sauce

get that bloody triangle out of the way

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>>29343835
https://derpibooru.org/895346
Here. I'm not a fan of these things but, yeah, if others enjoy it, why not post it.

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This is a mistake, but away from page 10 you go.

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Hi again, page 10, I'll stop giving a fuck now.

See you next sunday or never.

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>>29346323
I really wish I knew how we could make these threads better. But I think a lot of people left between the various shitstorms and those who are still here don't give enough fucks.

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>>29346631
You know it's sad when you can barely muster an image dump.

>>29329179
I've added your green to the archive.