Nightly Scilight Thread #135

she's fucking hot

>>29513375
Fucking unf, dude.

>>29513375
Those are some birth giving hips

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>>29513375
I want to run my hands up those delicious thighs, because I have questions that needs to be answered.

For instance, are those fishnets thigh-highs or full pantyhose? The only way to find out is to creep my hands up her legs, feeling those nets tugging against my sweaty palms, and try to feel where they end. Would I get to feel her soft thighs followed quickly by the harsh fabric of her lacy black panties? Or is it fishnets all the way to her privates, her pubic mound swollen with arousal and struggling to burst out of the seams of her lewd legwear?

As a scientist, I must approach this problem empirically. I must have my hands running up and down those glorious legs, and ultimately under her tiny purple dress.

>>29513508
That's the reason they took out your eyes, Moon.

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*blocks your path*

>>29513575
Check this 3 you cuck.

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>>29513555
No! The reason why they took my eyesight is because THEY DO NOT UNDERSTAND! My only transgressions were my innate scientific curiosity and voracious appetite for forbidden love.

Pah, "forbidden love." What a misnomer! There is nothing forbidden about a man and a fellow man (well, preferably a cute boi and another cute boi) taking their camaraderie to the next level. It's a wholly natural evolution of friendship between a hetero man and another hetero man, both of whom understand each other's need for some loving physical contact. I can't stress the fact that these men are hetero, because otherwise they'd be unavailable to me.

A scientist's longing to be sandwiched inbetween such admirable and arousingly sweaty contact is a patrician desire. It's the purest form of academic love!

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>>29513592
>You have 5 seconds to beat it before I add you to the list of NSF casualties.

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>>29513592
>NSF
>Nightly Scilight Funtime
Did Nestea exist even before the current generation of MLP became a thing?

>>29513742
no but MJ12 did
MJ12 is short for MLP isn't Just for 12 year olds

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Hi nestea! JC here with an update. Been a... Few weeks? Months? :?
Been a while! Mostly because life got in the way as it usually does, but I'm gonna try to post the second half of 90 DAY BRAWL!!! starting March!
I'm excited! Indigo is going to clean up Canterlot City with the help of her grandpa and trusty baseball bat!

But if any of you don't know what I'm talking about or want to catch up on missed green, here's a few links!

90 DAY BRAWL!!!
http://pastebin.com/EgBXe6G9

And the green 90 DAY BRAWL!!! takes place in (before):
Friendship was Unexpected!
http://pastebin.com/rtxmZtha
http://pastebin.com/4uvVH7Aq

SPOILERED: The end of Friendship was Unexpected Part 1
I like how it came out c:

Have a nice day, nestea, stay warm, winter's almost over!

Sorry for being chatty!

>>29513718
I don't like bears I like my men to be effeminate, I am totally not gay though.

>>29513864
>I am totally not gay though.
>2015
>not being gay
Ha what a faggot

>>29513375
>fishnets
Eeeehhh.... I like solid more

Just doing one post before Jeff posts whatever he's going to so I get something in before 12.
>>29502561
>They start to giggle playfully, but Trixie knows that they're not going to be able to keep her in her grasp.
>She twists to get away, with an annoyed look on her face.
>Shit.
>These guys are still a little strong when they're drunk.
>The following are all Trixie remembers being said among many other things over a much longer time.
>"Well... if you want to learn how to not be slobs, you'll have to do something more productive of a Saturday night rather than just party at a nightclub."
>Whaaaaaaaaaat?" One guy groans. "But we're having fuuuun!"
>"You know, maybe we should go by whoever's better at drawing to know who's doing something right. Cause results and stuff." Cologne man pauses. "B-but... that doesn't mean you're bad at drawing or anything. I think it's just a matter of how we manage our free time."
>"I think you gotta loosen up, Trixie. You see, we people over here have a work time and a play time. and from what I can tell, you don't seem to let yourself have any play time."
>He bear-hugs her from behind.
>"Trixie assures you that you should listen to her. She simply hasn't gotten the chance to show her true talent yet."
>Out of nowhere, Trixie breaks free by surprise when the guys aren't paying attention.
>She takes a deep breath of somewhat fresh air after escaping the wake of cologne man.
>"You are the ones with loose lifestyles, and Trixie could easily surpass you." She's already getting miffed from their behavior.
>"Well I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure you'd have a way to show us your real drawing skills if you could."
>"If you lived like Trixie did, you would face much more adversity in learning how to draw. Trixie does have a chance to be better than you, she's just not free enough."
>"Is that a challenge?"
>Trixie scoffs. "Is THAT a challenge?"

All for now.

I don't get it. Any of this. Can someone truly explain why mlp is good/bad?
Feel free to join my discord too.
discord.me/airsoftgeneral

>>29514808
I just wanted to fug pones and turns out it was a thing so I chose to stay in /mlp/.
My tastes have evolved to weird human things but I still like reading green.

>>29514852
>>29514808
Also, airsoft is for fags.

>>29514808
>>29514852
>>29514861
what

>>29514112
Respect my gender asshole. I sexually identify as an attack chopper my pronouns are "whhhhr,whhm,and swoi"
Gay is a label created by CIA scum. Now "Chinese finger trap" with me

>>29514808
>I'm lonely. Please join my discord!
No

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T H I C C

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>>29515213
correct

stop sexualizing my daughter

>>29515413
she's my wife :^)

>>29515400
I want to ask Twilight to help me find a book and then stare at her ass from down the ladder all day.

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This is some weird shit

>You duck beneath the curve of the hill as the alien androids begin to advance out from the treeline
>Glowing green and chittering, they glide across the grass on dozens of spindly limps, pinching the air with deadly claws
“Moon! On your right!”
>You pop out from behind the hill, snapping off a few well-placed shots from your laser-rifle
>The bolts of blistering light scythe through the androids’ shields easily, splitting their bodies in half
>Howling in mechanical pain, they crumple to the ground
>But for every one you kill, two more step up to take its place, their emerald eyes boring into you with pure hate
>”R-r-roger!” Moondancer replies
>Her stutter is even worse in the heat of combat
>She ducks out from behind the hill, braving the hail of deadly alien rayguns
>”T-t-take this, you s-s-space m-monsters!”
>She lets fly with her own laser rifle, sending a barrage of shots into the monsters’ front ranks
>The androids begin to falter; Moondancer is killing them faster than they can advance!
>And then, with a rumbling report that makes your teeth ache, the huge form of an Alien Overlord pushes its way through the trees, tearing the trunks away from itself like they’re troublesome twigs
>It’s huge, easily twenty times your size, and its titanic metal body is covered in hundreds of metal appendages, all of them bearing deadly claws, laser nets, missiles, or worse
“Take cover!”
>You jump behind the hill as the first barrage hits, blasting craters into the earth
“Use the grenade!”
>”B-but… w-w-what if I m-miss?”

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>>29515773
“You won’t miss! Just believe in yourself, Moon! You just gotta trust yourself!”
>”I… I c-c-can’t! I won’t b-b-be able to make it!”
“Give it to me then!”
>You grab the grenade from Moondancer’s hands, then pop out from behind cover, ready to lob it directly into the creature’s head…

>”Ms. Sparkle! What did I tell you about throwing rocks during recess!?”
>Ms. Harshwhinny’s voice has that rare quality of being able to cut through the noise-slush of a gradeschool playground, reaching all the way to you from fifteen meters away
>You immediately drop the stone, bowing your head in embarrassment as Harshwhinny walks towards you
“Sorry, Ms. H.”
>”Just don’t do it again.”
>She gestures towards the baseball fields, where the more-athletic and much-more-well-liked kids are sprinting through the dust
>”Why don’t you go play kickball with Rainbow Dash?”
>Because if you do, she’ll threaten to break your glasses again
“I don’t want to.”
>”Well, I have no problem with you playing pretend, if that’s what you want to do. Just don’t throw any more rocks, okay? You could hurt someone. And stay where I can see you.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
>You kick at the dust as you and Moondancer walk away from your teacher
>Between the school and the athletic fields, a trench about four or five feet deep’s been dug into the earth to serve as shelter for the multiple industrial-size AC units that keep the place cold
>It’s dirty and private, and hardly anybody goes here
>You and Moondancer sit together between two of the AC units, shoulders pressed together in order to fit into the tiny space
>It’s cramped, but you like having her close to you
>She’s comfy, and her sweater makes her extra soft

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>>29515779
>Still, that doesn’t do too much to distract from how much your school sucks
“Man. This place is no fun.”
>”Y-yeah…”
>Moondancer draws a stick figure in the dirt
>You add a lightsaber to it, and then she draws some stormtroopers for it to kill
>”I w-w-wish they’d l-let us just s-stay inside and read, if they w-w-won’t let us do anything f-f-fun.”
>She gulps, slightly out of breath from stuttering, and from the excitement of your game earlier
“I know, right? Ugh, it’s so stupid.”
>You draw a TIE fighter, and then have it obliterate the poor Jedi knight
“Did you bring any cards?”
>Moondancer shakes her head
>”M-m-my sister took them, and I d-don’t know where she h-h-hid them.”
“Bleh. She’s so awful.”
>”It’s n-not her fault. Mom says she j-j-just feels bad right now. She says I’ll g-g-get it when I’m older.”
“Sounds stupid.”
>”Y-yeah… I k-kinda don’t like being around her w-w-w-when she’s l-like this… I m-miss when she was nice…”
>Moondancer curls up, tucking her knees against her chest
>”I d-d-don’t want to have to d-d-deal with her tonight…”
>Immediately, an idea clicks in your brain
>You grab Moondancer by the shoulders
“You should spent the night!”
>”Are you s-sure? Your parents are usually…”
“They’re not gonna be home! Cadance is babysitting me tonight. We can watch movies, and you can borrow some of my cards if you wanna play.”
>Moondancer’s face brightens at that
“Plus, we can play whatever we want! Cadance lets me do anything!”

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>>29515785

>Your parents leave at a little after eight, right as Cadance shows up
>As always, Shining Armor gets all flustered in his attempts to play it cool when he sees her; it’s so stupid how he thinks nobody notices his blatantly obvious crush
>He says an awkward hello to her, and you can see her blushing when she responds
>Ugh, teenagers can be *so* gross
>When they finally leave, Cadance drops her backpack on the floor and turns to you
>”Hey, Twi!”
>She wraps you in a hug, as always
>You hug her back; she’s *so* much cooler than your parents
“Hey, Cady! What’d you bring?”
>You immediately go to her backpack, opening it and digging inside
>There’s a couple TMNT DVD’s, a Scrabble set, and a box of Pizza Rolls
>”Dinner, games, and a show. Just like always!”
>She pats your back, and you can’t resist giving her another hug
”You’re the best!”
>”Ha!”
>When she laughs, you feel yourself getting all giddy
>”Don’t worry, I know. So, what do you want to do fir—“
>She’s cut off by the doorbell ringing
>When she opens it, Moondancer is standing there, looking tiny and nervous in her oversized sweater
>”H-h-h-h-hey, I, uh… c-c-can’ Twilight… my n-n-name is Moondancer, I m-mean, can T-T-T-Twilight p-play?”
>Cadance looks at her, confused, and then back at you
“I invited her over.”
>”Huh. Are your parents cool with this?”
“Yep!”
>Cadance shrugs
>”Well, alright. You two just behave yourselves, alright? I wonder if your parents will pay me double…”

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>>29515797

>She heads into the kitchen, and you and Moondancer trail along behind her
>Your friend is practically buzzing with excitement; aside from one time almost a year ago when her house flooded, she hasn’t really been to any sleepovers
>Cadance heats up some dinner for the two of you, which you load onto plastic plates and carry into the living room to watch some Ninja Turtles
>Moondancer hums along to the theme song
>Cadance stretches out along the couch behind you, occasionally glancing at the TV
>Mostly, though, she’s engrossed in her phone
“Cady?”
>”Hmm?”
“Are you alright if me and Moondancer go play outside?”
>She glances out the window
>”Nah. Sorry Twi, it’s dark out. Let’s just stay inside, alright?”
>She glances at the phone again, frowning
>”Actually… a friend of mine wants to come over.”
“Over here? What friend?”
>”Someone you… haven’t met before. She’s a friend of mine from high school.”
“High school?” you ask with something approaching reverence
>”Yep. A really good friend who I… haven’t seen in a while.”
>She sits up on the couch
>Even though she’s looking right at the two of you, she can’t seem to meet your eyes
>”Here’s the deal: you two can play outside. But you have to stay in the backyard, okay? If you hop the fence, I’m gonna call your parents.”
“Okay! Thanks, Cady!”
>You give Cadance a quick thank-you hug, and then you and Moondancer sprint outside

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>>29515817

***

>The alien fortress towers over you, the parapets and crystalized windows shimmering with deadly green light
>You dart from shadow to shadow, keeping low so that the roving sentries don’t spot you
>One of them lopes past, striding on coiled metal tentacles
>Glancing of your shoulder, you wave for Moondancer to advance
>She jumps out from behind a row of shrubs and creeps over to your position
>Her laser rifle’s clutched against her chest, ready to blast any alien intervention into atomized slag
“Captain Moondancer?”
>”I’m an arch a-a-admiral now.”
“Right. Arch Admiral Moondancer?”
>”Y-yes ma’am?”
“What do you have to report?”
>”N-nothing yet, ma’am. The b-b-bug’s defenses are r-r-r-really well organized. I c-c-can’t find a weakness.”
>Somewhere inside the fortress, you hear voices
>Two shadows pass by one of the glowing windows, their alien forms moving with dark purpose
“New mission. It looks like the bugs are having an important meeting.”
>”Y-y-you think?”
“Yeah. We’re gonna get the drop on ‘em! We’ll figure out what their plans are, and bam!”
>You smack your fist into your hand to emphasize the surefire success your plan
>Moondancer nods
>”Right! L-let’s g-g-g-go!”

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>>29515827

>Together, the two of you creep towards the fortress’s back entrance
>”D-d-do you have a key?”
“Of course.”
>You open the door as silently as possible, and the two of you slip inside
>The fortress is eerily silent, aside from the voices coming from a central chamber on your right
>You peek your head around the kitchen doorway, scanning the room
>Cadance is sitting on the couch, talking to a tall, gaunt girl you don’t recognize
>The girl’s hair is a deep green, and she’s dressed in leather and torn stockings
>She… she looks awesome!
>Wait, wait, no, you mean that she looks like an *evil alien bug-queen*
>You turn around to Moondancer, forcing your face to look serious as you whisper to her
“The bug rulers are in there! They’re planning an invasion!”
>”Oh no…”
“We need to follow them, then radio the president. We’ll stop this invasion before it can even happen.”
>”R-right. I’m r-r-right behind you.”
>You peek around the corner again
>Cadance and the Alien Queen girl are sitting really close together on the couch
>And they’re… holding hands?
>That’s kinda weird…
>But, come to think of it, you used to hold hands with Moondancer while the two of you walked to school
>You thought it was something too kiddy for highschool girls to do, but…
>Maybe Cadance is just that cool?
>The two girls have their heads bowed close together, whispering together
>”Come on, Cady. You’ve got the whole house to yourself! I can make it quick~”
>The girl’s voice is really smooth and grown-up sounding, and she keeps smacking her lips after her words
>”There’s kids outside, Chryssi. I don’t wanna, you know… get caught…”

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>>29515843
>The bug-queen girl raises her hand up to Cadance’s face, petting her cheek like your mom does to you sometimes
>Is that a thing highschool girls do too?
>”Isn’t that the fun part?”
>”I mean…”
>”Remember that time in the Home Ec room? You liked that, right?”
>”Yeah, but… whoa…”
>You can’t see where the bug-girl’s hand is, but Cadance makes a weird gasping sound
>”C-Chryssi, chill out…”
>”Come on. It’s been so long~”
>”I know. It has.”
>”I know you want this. I can feel how wet you are…”
>That’s weird, you don’t remember Cadance taking a shower
>Maybe she had a quick one while you were outside?
>”G-guh…”
>Cadance sucks in her breath, and wraps the other girl in a weird hug
>”I do, but…”
>”But what?”
>”I think it’s time… I think it’s time we stop doing this. And start, you know, thinking about boys instead.”
>”Boys?”
>The bug-girl sighs
>”But I don’t want boys. Come on, Cady. I want you.”
>You bristle a little when bug-girl uses Cadance’s nickname
>Behind you, Moondancer pokes your shoulder
>”T-Twi? What’s going on?”
“Shhh. I’m listening to their plans.”
>”What are they s-s-saying?”
“I’ll tell you in a moment.”
>You creep slightly closer, crouching behind a dresser in the corner of the living room
>Cadance doesn’t say anything, which makes bug-girl look sad
>”So that’s how it is, huh? Soon as someone else comes along, I’m just not worth the effort.”
>”You are worth the effort! It’s just… this isn’t right. I want to have a family, Chryssi. And we…”
>”Can’t?”
>”Yeah.”
>Bug-girl hangs her head

>>29515857
>For a moment, you get a glimpse of her face
>Her eyes are ringed with deep green mascara, and her lips are a weird bluish color
>Plus, she looks like she’s about to cry
>”It’s that Shining Armor guy, isn’t it?”
>Cadance is silence for a moment longer, and then:
>”Yes. It’s him.”
>Bug-girl gulps, biting her lip
>”So it’s… it’s not happening again, huh?”
>Cadance clenches her hands together, her forehead furrowing in the same way it does when she’s studying something particularly hard
>”Maybe… one more time.”
>”You mean it!?”
>Bug-girl coughs, calming herself down
>”Like, for real? You want to?”
>”I do, Chryssi, but… this is the last time. It has to be.”
>Bug-girl’s enthusiasm fades a bit
>She sinks back in the couch, staring at the floor
>”Yeah. Last time. Right.”
>Moondancer tugs on your sleeve
>”W-what’s going on?”
“Upstairs. I’ll tell you.”

>You honestly can’t get away from the two of them fast enough
>For some reason, you feel really, really bad
>There’s a sadness you can’t explain lurking in your chest, seeming to weigh the entirety of your tiny body down with its bleak
>You and Moondancer sneak away from the living room, tiptoeing up the stairs into your parents’ room
>The closet is big enough for both of you to fit inside, so you and Moondancer huddle inside the tiny, cramped room, surrounded by your dad’s suits, your mom’s dresses, and more pairs of shoes than you can count

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>>29515865
>It’s so cramped that she’s practically sitting in your lap; not that you mind, of course
>She’s super light, and the giant sweater she wears makes it more like being squashed by a giant pillow instead of another girl
>”S-so? What’d you learn?”
“The bugs are, uh…”
>You honestly forgot all about the game
“They’re planning to attack at, uh…”
>You hear a creak as the door to your parents’ bedroom opens
>It’s too dark to see Moondancer’s face, but the sudden taught-ness in her body tells you that she’s as startled as you are
>”W-w-w-who…”
“It’s Cadance! What’s she doing in…”
>You hear the groaning of bedsprings as two bodies lay down on your parents’ bed
“What are they doing?”
>You wriggle out from under Moondancer, placing your face against the crack between the door and its frame
>There’s just enough space for you to see the bedroom, and the two girls currently occupying the bed
>Cadance is lying stretched out along the mattress, with Chryssi kneeling next to her
>”You’re sure this is the last time?”
>”Yes, Chryssi.”
>The bug-girl lets out an annoyed sigh
>”Alright, alright. We’ll… we’ll make it good, I guess.”
>She turns away from Cadance; it’s hard to see her face well, but she looks annoyed
>Cadance sits up behind her, wrapping the bug-girl in a hug from behind
>”Hey. Don’t be mad, alright? You’ll find someone else, Chrysalis. I promise.”
>”Yeah…”
>”And hey, we can make the most of this while we’ve got it, okay?”
>Chryssi sighs, turning her face towards Cadance
>”Yeah. I guess that sounds okay…”
>And then the two of them kiss

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>>29515868
>But not on the cheek, like your mom kisses you, or like you kissed Moondancer when she gave you a Mistress Marevelous figure for your birthday
>They kiss each other on the mouth, like boyfriends and girlfriends do
>”H-h-hey, lemme see…”
>Moondancer pushes up next to you, squishing her cheek against yours so that the two of you can both watch
>”T-t-they’re k-kissing?”
“Yeah…”
>”C-can they do that? They’re b-b-b-both girls…”
“I dunno… maybe when you’re a teenager, you’re allowed to…?”
>Cadance pushes Chrysalis backwards onto the bed, laying on top of her
>They keep kissing, much longer than your parents do
>Chrysalis opens her mouth, and you see that the two of them are rubbing their tongues together
>”W-w-whoa…”
“What are they doing?”
>”My s-s-s-sister told me about t-that… she says it’s g-grown up kissing…”
“Weird…”
>On the bed, Chrysalis and Cadance wrap their arms around each other, rolling together in a heap
>It looks almost like how you and Moondancer wrestle, except they’re kissing
>You’re suddenly aware of how close your friend is to you
>Are you going to have to kiss her when you get older?
>Is this a thing that highschool friends do?
>Your and Moondancer’s eyes go wide when Cadance’s hand slips under Chrysalis’s shirt
>”S-s-she’s touching her…”
“I know. Shhh.”
>Both girls find their hands in each other’s clothes, pulling them up and over their heads

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>>29515876
>Next to you, you can feel Moondancer twitching as both girls bare their naked chests to each other
>”They c-c-can’t… that’s s-s-so…”
>On the bed, Chrysalis and Cadance fall together again, hands stroking along each other’s bare skin as they head for the waistbands of Cadance’s sweat pants and Chryaslis’s tights
>Both sets of leggings come off, followed by two different pairs of panties
>A weird, numbed buzzing has filled the back of your head
>Your face burns with guilt, but you can’t make yourself look away
>Cadance, now completely naked, lays on top of Chrysalis, spreading her legs so that her private-parts end up on the other girl’s stomach
>They’re kissing again, still doing the tongue thing, and occasionally pausing to lick each other’s faces
>Moondancer’s hand clutches around yours
>”T-T-T-Twi?”
“Yeah?”
>”I f-f-feel really, really w-weird…”
>You turn to face Moondancer
>Even in the dim light of the closet, you can still see that she’s blushing
“Yeah, me too…”
>You touch Moondancer’s face the same way Cadance was touching her friend earlier
>It feels so, *so* weird
>You shouldn’t do this with friends, right?
>But Cadance and her friend are doing it…
>Your eyes are drawn down towards Moondancer’s mouth
>Come to think of it, you’ve never kissed anyone before
>What’s it like?
>Moondancer reaches the same conclusion you do at the exact time
>Awkwardly, the two of you bump your mouths together in the shortest, most awkward kiss possible
>She blinks rapids, panting rapidly as her asthma starts to act up
>”S-sorry…”
“Shhh…”
>You hold her face and kiss her again, longer this time

>>29515881
>You even try to do the tongue thing the others were doing, and lick the inside of Moondancer’s mouth
>It tastes weird, and the feeling makes your cheeks tingle
“Whoa…”
>”N-nuh…”
>Moondancer goes for the kiss this time, awkwardly probing the inside of your mouth with your tongue
>Now that the weirdness has worn off, it feels… nice
>You pull her back into your lap, squeezing her while you kiss
>She breaks away just long enough to give your cheek a quick, nervous lick, coating it in warm spit
>”C-c-can I t-take my sweater off?”
“Yeah! I mean, if you want… go ahead…
>It’s more than a little difficult in the tiny space, but you help Moondancer get her favorite garment off
>Beneath it, she’s wearing only a plain white t-shirt
>She starts to take it off too, but she’s interrupted by a squeal from outside the closet
>Both of you press your faces against the door again
>Cadance is lying on her back, still naked, with her legs spread
>Chrysalis is kneeling in front of her, with her head between your babysitter's thighs
>A soft slurping noise permeates the roam, barely audible through Cadance’s moaning
>”Is s-s-she… is she l-l-licking her…”
“No way. That’s so gross!”
>”Y-y-yeah, but… it l-looks like she really l-l-likes it…”
>Chrysalis shoves Cadance back onto the bed, aggressively, squeezing Cadance’s butt while she licks along your babysitter’s body
“Whoa…”
>You look back at Moondancer again
>She’s panting heavily now, and already her her shirt halfway off

*has her shirt

>>29515884
>You help get it the rest of the way, leaving her flat, pale chest exposed to the closet’s low light
>She goes for your shirt next, tangling slightly in the piles of garments hanging around you as she helps you undress
>You pull off your shorts and panties, tossing them aside, and she does the same
>The two of you embrace, awkwardly rubbing your naked bodies together
>You have absolutely no idea what you’re doing, but the smoothness, the closeness, of her lithe body against yours makes the buzzing in your head increase tenfold
>Just like Cadance, you spread your legs, letting Moondancer rub against you
>It tickles, making little shudders run through your body
>Inside the closet, it’s too dark to tell what part of Moondancer you’re touching; but your hands find a way to every smooth, skinny curve of your friend’s body
>Moondancer whimpers in delight, sticking out your tongue to lick any part of your body she can reach
>You lean backwards, adjust yourself into a position where you can spread your legs, then you push her head down towards your vagina
>To your relief, Moondancer obeys, licking your chest, stomach, and hips on her way down
>But when her tongue meets your privates, you thrash as the slimey-wet bizarreness of the sensation crashes into your brain
“G-guh… M-M-M-Moon, a-ah…”
>You flop back against the closet door, pushing it open just enough to see Cadance and Chrysalis on the bed
>The two of them both have their legs spread open, and they’re wrestling with their private parts touching each other
>The sight ignites a fire somewhere in you, and you feel your thighs clamping around Moondancer’s head
>She gasps, but you can’t let go
>It’s almost like you’ve lost control of your body for a moment; you convulse and writhe as something warm and electrifying spreads across your skin and, despite your best efforts to contain it, a tiny bit of fluid leaks out of your vagina and onto Moondancer’s tongue

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>>29515892
>She laps it up, sputtering
>”T-T-T-Twi, what was…”
>”Gah~! Chryssi!”
>Cadance and Chrysalis clutch each other, gasping
>Both of them are soaked in sweat, and their chests are heaving
>You don’t feel much better than they look; your entire body is sticky with sweat and you can barely move
>Whatever Moondancer did to you, it’s left you feeling really weak and really, *really* good
>She’s trying to push your head towards her vagina, probably hoping for you to do the same to her
>For a moment, you’re too fuzzy to process what’s going on, but when you snap to it, you eagerly shove your face between her legs
>You kinda want to know what it’s like, and how she'll taste
>When your tongue first meets her vagina, it’s not that special
>But quickly, Moondancer starts to squirm just like you did, and you can taste weird liquid seeping out onto your tongue
>She squeezes your head between her thighs, wheezing hard
>In order to keep from crying out, she clamps a hand over her mouth, but you can feel her shuddering just like you did
>More of the weird fluids leek onto your tongue, giving you a taste of her
>They’re acidic and strange, but the smell of them drives you crazy
>Is this why the older girls do this?
>Do they want more of this feeling?
>Because, if so, you completely understand
>Your entire body feels hyper-sensitive and energized, as waves of crackling sensation spread across your skin
>You collapse against Moondancer, hugging yourself against your friends’ scrawny, naked body
>The two of you shudder together, brains reeling as you try to process what you just did
>Bedsprings groan, and you can hear that Cadance and Chrysalis are doing the same
>Disentangling yourself from Moondancer, you peak out from the closet at the two of them
>Chrysalis is sitting up now, on the edge of the bed, her head resting on her hands

>>29515898
>”So…”
>”Yeah.”
>”That was the last time, huh?”
>”Yeah. I’m sorry, Chryssi.”
>”Yeah. Just not good enough for you?”
>Chrysalis rubs her arm, staring at the floor
>”You know that’s not it. That was amazing. It’s always been amazing with us. But… I think it’s time to move on.”
>”Right. To better things.”
>She bites her tongue, standing up and beginning to slowly dress herself
>”Not better, Chrys. Just…”
>”Just not me. I get it.”
>She tugs on her tights quickly, pulls on her jacket, and then heads for the door
>”Thanks for the last time, I guess. I hope… eh, whatever.”
>She ducks out of the bedroom, padding down the bedroom
>Cadance sits up in bed, curls into a ball, and rests her head on her arms
>She looks sad; a lot sadder than you’d imagine a cool girl like her could look
>For a moment, you’re tempted to run out of the closet and hug her
>But she’s naked, and your naked, and there’s a sort of hideous guilt resting on you that keeps you rooted to the spot
>After a few seconds, Cadance raises her head, her eyes wide
>”Oh shit, the kids!”
>She jumps out of the bed and begins to frantically pull on her clothes
>As soon as she’s partially dressed, she sprints out of the room, still muttering to herself, “The kids, the kids, oh shit, the kids…”

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>Of course, after the two of you are dressed again, it’s pretty easy for you and Moondancer to sneak outside and pretend you’d been out there the whole time
>Cadance “finds” you and drags you back in, putting on her best “professional, flustered adult” act
>Throughout the entire ordeal, though, Moondancer’s hand stays tightly wrapped around yours
>When it comes time for bed, Cadance digs two sleeping bags out of the closet, setting up one for each of you in the living room
>She’s uncharacteristically silent throughout the entire thing, and when it comes time for her to go to bed as well, she doesn’t even hug you goodnight
>So you and Moondancer lie together, neither of you willing about what you just did
>But it hangs between you, like some sort of tacit, hovering guilt
>Dimly, somewhere in the back of your mind, you can’t shake the feeling that what you did was wrong
>And when you hear Cadance crying softly upstairs, a slow, creeping fear starts to dawn on you
>That one day, you’ll be the one left alone, curled and naked on your bed, knowing you might not see Moondancer again
>It’s a terrifying inevitability, seemingly infinitely larger than your tiny body, wrapped up in a sleeping bag
>So for now, you can only squeeze your friend’s hand, hoping that she doesn’t disappear on you tomorrow, or the day after, or any day to come

The End

Not sure what the fuck that was.

>>29515912
>>So for now, you can only squeeze your friend’s hand
fucking disgusting

MY IRON TECH!

>>29515977
That can only lead to pregnancy.

>>29513805
Source ?

>>29517372
Artist is bigdad. He's p gud

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>>29513805
>That big gulp
Lem knows what's up.

>>29517606
Thanks.

>>29515912
>Not sure what the fuck that was.
It really activated my dick and feels.

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Midnight Time, /nst/.

>You almost snap at Sundown, but just let out a sigh and wrap an arm back around Twilight's shoulder.
>Your girlfriend doesn't respond, but the tilt of her head onto your own shoulder is enough of a response in your book.
>Your inner demon from the Fall Formal was right; Twilight did have the faintest scent of old parchment and lavender.
>It was kind of comforting, honestly; the familiar presence of Twilight combined with the nostalgic memory of Canterlot's archives, and the early years of your academic career.
>You're both silent the rest of the way home.
>Then you fumble with your keys for a minute, unlock the door, and toss your bookbag onto one of the couches.
>As you flop down onto the other couch, Twilight being far neater than you about unwinding after classes, the gist of your day runs through your mind again as you tick off what you now need to deal with tonight.
>You didn't tell Twilight about your meetup with Anon, Flash, and Midnight tonight, but until Midnight spilled her guts about the whole situation, you'd just have to put up with it.
>You also needed to get an explanation from Midnight before then, or at the very least on the way over to the club that served as your meeting location.
>Which still leaves you uneasy; you tack on extra ammo to the small list of items you think you're going to need.
>Tonight was going to be rough, even if it went well...
>As you run everything through your head, Twilight slips next to you on the loveseat, the jangling of a dog tag and excited barking alerting you that Spike's bounding downstairs.
>The next ten minutes are spent snuggling up together with your girlfriend and her dog, letting the stress melt off of your body as Twilight runs her fingers through Spike's coat.
>"Rough day?"
"Y-Yeah."
"'Little bit."
>A small frown forms on your lips when Sundown's voice laces into your own, but right now you're almost tempted to give her the reigns.
>You probably needed to sleep before tonight

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>Doing your best to keep your ears open in case you're being addressed, you lean your head back a bit and close your eyes.
>When you open them again, you're back in your mindscape, the warm colors within flowing around the three of you.
>Sundown is floating with your old jacket tossed over her back, wings wrapped around her torso like a blanket as she rests her head on her folded arms.
>How such a position was even possible when the void that was essentially your mind had no sense of structure, you have no idea.
>Your inner demon glances up from watching Daydream work through a copy of your homework, an eyebrow quirked.
>"It's a little early to be joining us, isn't it Shim?"
>Nodding, you glance off into the endless void of colors, thinking of how you're going to broach the subject.
>You'd held on tightly to your self-control after the Fall Formal, dealing with every taunt, remark, and goading comment Sundown had whispered in your ear while you tried to regain everyone's trust.
>Even if you had both reconciled before Daydream showed up, there was always the little things.
>Sundown's personality reflected the rebellious, angry state you had been in long before you passed through the mirror years ago, and while she had mellowed out...
>When you had turned into Daydream instead of her at the Friendship Games, the unspoken feelings you had were made clear.
>You didn't trust Sundown.
>She hadn't spoken to you for a week after that, and when Daydream first spoke, you had made the assumption that Sundown had turned into her.
>The second the words had left your mouth, Sundown was quick to make herself known again.
>Painfully.
>As much as Sundown put on the bravado now, you both knew that particular wound never healed.
>Neither of you ever spoke about it, and Daydream was more focused on keeping Sundown in check then talking about the why of the matter, but it still ha-
>"Sunset?"
>You almost jump, but stop yourself when a red hand rests on your shoulder.

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>>29517968

>Finally finding your words, you get to the point of why you even came here.
"I need you to take over my body."
>"...What?"
>You let out the breath you weren't aware you were holding.
"If I try to pull another all-nighter like last week, I won't be as focused tonight. I could slip up, and either I would get hurt or Midnight would."
>The she-demon glances off, rubbing at the back of her neck as she does so.
>"Why not Dream then?"
>You give her your best deadpan stare, which probably looks off on you when your shoulder angel is the one who has it as her default expression.
"Sundown, Daydream is as blunt as a post."
>Said doppleganger doesn't even look up from her work.
>"This, is true."
>Sundown still looks uncomfortable with the whole thing, so you hope what you say next doesn't fuck up the relationship the three of you have developed since Camp Everfree.
"And... I trust you."
>The Fall Formal demon is silent for a long time, and there's no obvious look of shock, or surprise, or even anger.
>Still, despite having just as good a poker face as you, she eventually bites her lower lip, lets out a sigh, and pulls you into a hug.
>"...Thanks, Shim."
>Held close, even if you don't feel the weight of gravity pulling you down, you're suddenly reminded of just how tall Sundown is compared to you or Daydream.
>"So... uh... any ground rules, kiddo?"
>You roll your eyes at her nervousness.
"Just... try not to freak out Twilight, or hurt the girls? Like I said, I trust you. That includes you knowing what not to do when we're not fighting some magically-corrupted psycho."
>"...Yeah, alright."
>You turn to Daydream.
"Do you... want to have a say in this, Dream, or-"
>Your angelic doppleganger still doesn't look up from the papers in front of her, elbows on her knees in a completely disinterested manner.
>"I am fully capable of stopping Sundown, and am ensuring that classes are not an issue for us when we return to Canterlot High. Go to bed, Sunset."
"Right..."

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>>29517996

>You are Midnight Sparkle.
>You also have no idea how Twilight is just... asleep.
>No dreams, no nightmares, just asleep; normal REM, out like a light, sawing logs.
>At least that makes starting off tonight easier.
>You stretch your arms out as you take control, letting out a slight yawn as you do so.
>There's a star-patterned blanket over you, and old Power Ponies cartoons throwing a soft glow around the darkened living room, so you guess that Twilight and Sunset just fell asleep watching TV.
>Sunset...
>Right, at least step one was easy.
>Now for the actually difficult part.
>"Sleep well?"
>You flail off of the couch, wrapping yourself further into the blanket at the voice behind you.
>Reaching a hand up to the coffee table, you pull Twilight's glasses on and look up at the voice's owner.
>Well, you found Sunset at least, half-dressed and her eyes practically as dark as the room, aside from the teal irises.
"Sunset, what's wrong with your eyes?"
>The girl in question only raises an eyebrow, letting out a scoff, resting her head in a hand, elbow on the couch.
>"Really, Midnight, I thought you were paying attention to Shim and Twilight's conversations."
>She flashes you a rather off-putting smile.
>"I'm Sundown."
"Oh..."
>Sundown just shrugs it off.
>"It's fine. Sunny usually has the reigns, but she needed to be rested up for tonight, so I kept Twi company."
>She vaults the couch, putting her hands behind her head and flashing you a much more genuine grin.
>"That being said, I need to wake her up, but I'll be tagging along."
"Wait, what-"
>"Good luck!"
>Her eyes return to normal, and Sunset's posture relaxes a bit as she sits up, fixing an annoyed stare at you.
"Midnight, we need to talk."
>"Twilight!"
>Both you and Sunset turn in surprise, seeing Spike running down the stairs.
"Crap..."
>"Sunset, I heard you talking, is Twilight-"
>You rub your temples and levitate Spike up onto the edge of the couch, earning a yelp as you do so.
"Oh calm down, Spike."

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>Spike just growls in response, earning a sigh from you.
"Look, regardless, I actually have a sense of self and personality split off from Twilight, and I can actually have some self-control. I'm not going to hurt anyone that she cares about, because I care about them as well, alright?"
>Still skeptical, he turns to Sunset, who just shrugs.
"They've been arguing, and Midnight has about as much self control as I did after the girls knocked me off my high horse before you two showed up, pun not intended."
>Slowly, Spike nods, then scratches at the spot behind his ears with a paw.
>"Alright..."
"Speaking of..."
>Sunset turns her attention back to you, her irritation returning in force.
"...I'm not covering for you anymore."
>You feel your stomach drop out from under you.
"Sunset, c'mon-"
>The former Equestrian clenches her fists, standing up and getting in your face as she speaks.
"No, Midnight. I'm not straining the relationship with MY girlfriend and playing high school drama queen to cover for you. Today was hell for everyone. I don't even know what you did last night, because I couldn't TALK to you the entire day. I had to figure everything out myself, and I still don't fully know what the FUCK you did to make Anon of all people be afraid of what could happen to us."
>You and Spike both wince at the emphasized curse, but Sunset's doesn't stop there.
"To top it off, you and Twilight have been arguing worse than Sundown and I used to, and unlike us, you BOTH refuse to accept anyone's help. If it's not her being concerned for you, it's you flipping between playing nice and yelling at her."
>You wince, Sunset inches from your face.
"I... can explain?"
>Thankfully before Sunset can start up again, Spike perks up.
>"Wait, how long has Midnight been doing this?"
>Trying to save yourself another wrath of Sunset, you explain.

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>>29518023

"I've only had a week or so to adjust to this whole... existing. I've also only had a couple of nights to hijack Twilight's body to go... exploring. Sunset's been covering for me until I could tell Twilight myself."
>"So... why haven't you?"
>You look to Sunset, but her eyebrows only form into a glare, again.
"...I... didn't want to ruin things. I've been trying to work things out between us, and bringing it up would only ruin my work."
"Midnight, she's been worried about you since this morning. I think you're beyond the point of ruining what you've done."
>Anger wells up in your chest, but you clamp down on it... mostly.
"I'm trying, okay? It took the entire day of prodding her just to tell Applejack that I'm still around."
>As if saying her name had summoned her from across town, Applejack picks that moment to open the front door.
>"Sunset, you weren't answerin', has Midnight- Oh..."
>Flash pokes his head in behind her.
>"...Is now a bad time?"
>You bite your lip.
>This wasn't good.
"...Sunset, what do you know?"
>The red-and-yellow haired girl sighs slightly, the anger draining out of her.
"I know that Anon thinks we're all dead women, and that Flash and I were going to drag you into Canterlot to meet up with him so that we can figure out what the hell's going on. Beyond that? I can only guess."
>You let out a breath, knowing you're going to have a lot of explaining to do in a short order.
"Alright... just, can I get AJ and Flash in the loop?"
>The next twenty minutes or so are spent giving a much, much briefer explanation of what you told Sunset a week ago, along with everyone catching everyone else up.
>Applejack and Sunset both don't look happy about most of what you get into your conversations with Twilight after she woke up this morning, but at the very least Flash takes everything pretty well.
>Apparently he'd gotten used to magic flying around and creating chaos at Canterlot High, which is all the more concerning.

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>>29518040

>You almost manifest your wings and wrap yourself and Spike in them, your host's pet/best friend hopping into your lap about halfway through, but you have just enough pride to not cower in the face of your host's angry girlfriend.
>Just barely.
>Once you wrap your story up, Sunset rubs her face with her hands as she leans over, then clasps her hands together and rests her chin on them, letting out a sigh.
"So let me get this straight. You exposed yourself in your full outfit, went into a club run by the Dazzlings, started a fight with them, discovered your own new magic, and got one of our old classmates involved... two if you count Neon... Midnight, how did you still think you could handle this yourself?"
"Honestly I was thinking of throwing them through a portal into Prance, assuming you don't want me to kill them..."
>Applejack then decides to ask a question you weren't even aware of until now.
>"How'd they even repair their pendants?"
"I didn't even know their pendants were broken, or who they were."
>"Right... guess we'll have ta figure that one out ourselves..."
>Flash jabs a thumb behind him at the front door.
>"So does this mean we're not meeting Anon, or...?"
>Sunset seems to ponder it for a moment, before speaking up.
"We're still going. If Anon can help, we're going to need it. Who knows how long Adagio and her sisters have been gaining negative energy, with or without all of us and the rest of the girls to feed off of."
>Spike perks up from his place at your lap.
>"What about me?"
>You scratch behind his ears.
"I'm gonna go out on a limb and say you probably shouldn't go. I don't think Twilight would forgive me if you got hurt..."
>You glance off.
"Not like she will once I tell her everything, but still..."
>Sunset doesn't even miss a beat, already heading upstairs.
"Alright, let me get changed, then we'll head out. Flash, AJ, either of you carrying?"
>AJ just nods.
>"'course. Mac an' I always do."
>Flash, meanwhile, shakes his head.

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>>29518059

>"My dad has a handgun in case someone breaks in, but beyond that, I don't really worry about it. I don't even have a permit."
>Sunset just nods, mulling over something.
"Right..."
>You're both dressed in more conspicuous street clothes and ready to go in under five minutes, Sunset strapping her revolver to her belt and tossing spare bullets into the interior pocket of a faded jacket.
>She then starts explaining things as you all step outside into the cool night air.
"Alright, we'll split up and meet each other there. I'll go with Flash. Midnight, you ride with AJ. 413 Summer Avenue."
>The bearer of Honesty starts punching the location into her phone.
>Your host's dog, and friend for most of her life, doesn't move to follow.
>"Good luck, girls."
>Despite it all, you do your best to give him a smile.
"We'll be back, Spike."
>Once the house is locked up safely, you clamber into Applejack's truck, feeling the engine's growl set into your body.
>A moment later, Flash pulls out of the driveway and speeds off, then Applejack throws the stick shift into drive and starts lumbering down the road.
>"So, I'm guessin' you and Twilight aren't exactly on the best of terms, all thing's considered."
>You let out a sigh, which you've been doing a lot of since you 'woke up' tonight.
"...She just... I want her to toughen up; she stood up to me at Everfree, why isn't she like that all the time?"
>AJ doesn't take her eyes off of the road.
>"Midnight, listen, I get that yer new at this whole friendship thing as well as the autonomy, but pushin' Twilight ain't the way to go about it. I 'ppreciate the desire to clear the air between you and the girls and I, but if this'd gotten any worse, somethin' bad was bound to happen. If not to Twilight, then to you."
>The only response you have is to fidget with your hands.
"That's what I was afraid would happen if she DIDN'T tell you..."
>The farmgirl looks over at you as she stops at a red light, almost on the highway now.

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>>29518105

>"Fer what it's worth, Ah'm at least willin' ta give ya the benefit of the doubt. Pretty sure the others will do the same once you and Twilight start explainin'."
>A small smile forms on your lips.
"Thanks... although considering the look I was getting, I don't think Sunset's gonna let me keep things from her at this point..."
>That gets a small chuckle, which you can't help but share in.
>"Ah reckon so."
>As usual, experiencing things on your own instead of feeling them secondhand from Twilight is exhilarating, and driving down the highway with the windows of AJ's truck rolled down is no exception.
>Not quite as blood-pumping as riding on the bike of Sunset's motorcycle, but it helps distract you from the weight in your gut.
>Tomorrow is going to suck, even if both Applejack and Sunset are right.
>You should have told Twilight sooner, but your attempts to keep everything under wraps and then explain when the damage was done and she and Sunset were both safe...
>Well, clearly that isn't going to happen now.
>Applejack does a decent job of tailing Flash's faster Camaro, so all in all things are at least starting off well enough, now that everyone's caught up with the situation.
>You glance into one of Applejack's side mirrors as you just sit back and enjoy the ride, wind blowing your hair back.
>The highway is fairly sparse, with only the occasional passing car speeding by in the fast lane, so you're not blinded by headlights the entire way.
>A singular light in the middle of a lane catches your eye as your ride merges onto the off-ramp, the motorcycle dipping low to maintain speed as it whips around the sharp turn.
>You don't think much about it at first, given the Canterlot night life, until it speeds up, pulling right alongside the truck.
>The short, squat bike seems built for the streets, and as you look over it with detached interest, you note the distinct differences between the bike and Sunset's own.

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>>29518127

>As if sensing your eyes on them, the rider tilts their head towards you, not even watching the road, at least as far as you can tell.
>Your blood runs cold when you look at them more closely, red glowing eyes staring back at you through their helmet's visor.
"Applejack, gun."
>"What?"
>The rider guns the engines, merging ahead of the farmgirl as both vehicles leave the ramp, the distant taillights of Flash's car now a ways off.
"That's a Siren, where's your gun?!"
>"Glove box. Hold on!"
>You reach a hand forward, fumbling with the glove box and pulling a well-worn revolver from its leather holster.
>Before you can even raise the firearm to aim, the rider pulls off the impossible and backflips off of their bike, twisting in mid-air as their discarded motorcycle tumbles towards the truck.
>"SHIT!"
>Applejack swerves to attempt to avoid it, throwing off your aim as you track your target, but by then it's too late.
>The discarded bike crashes into the drive-side corner of the truck in a screech of twisted metal, sending the truck spinning in a wide arc.
>A half-second later, the hood caves in under heavy boots, a clawed fist punching through the windshield and yanking back hard enough to shatter the entire thing out, shards raining down on all three of you.
>With the other hand, the Siren tears off her helmet, revealing a familiar, bandaged and bruised face.
>As you finally gather yourself enough to lift Applejack's revolver, Aria Blaze reaches forward and grabs you by the collar of your jacket.
>"REMEMBER ME?!"
>Before you can muster a counter, she yanks, hard, and flings you out of the truck as it skids to a stop.
>You fly head over heels once, twice, three times, before landing with a dull thud and a flaring pain in your left side, asphalt tearing at the cloth and skin.
>A cry escapes your lips, and before you've stopped, you already know it isn't fully your own.
>Twilight’s awake.
>In the middle of a fight.
>SHIT!

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>>29518157

And that's all for now. Hope y'all enjoy. As usual, Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/RKdTNpbW

Does Dot still visit us? We haven't had new green in so long... I really miss bullylight.

Twilight is not for Dykeshit!

>>29518697
They just posted in the last thread that they aren't gonna finish any of their stories
I was really looking forward to them, and now im gonna miss Dot

>>29518722
Shit, really? Damn.

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Twalot is a witch

>>29518157
>motorcycle throwing
THIS IS JUST LIKE MY WACHOWSKI ANIMES

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>>29518872
DELET THIS

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>>29519391
You wanna go lad?

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>eqg glim will be a thing
First the shimmigrants and now the glimmigrants

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>>29519920
Glimmigrants enter into the world legally
Unlike those Shimmigrants who hop the fence, rape, spread dykeshit, and steal perfectly good jobs in the food industry

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>>29519940
>Shimmigrants move between universes, are a bit of a nuisance, generally do the right thing or the local Twilights handle the situation and resolve it.
>"KILL THEM ALL!"
>Glimmigrants destroy universes, induct populations into cults, refuse to properly deal with authority, and cause untold chaos across the multiverse.
>"lol perfectly fine by me."

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>>29519971
>t. Shimmigrant-lover

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Gib nerd

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>>29519991
it doesnt matter because Glimmigrants are only gonna steal Trixies

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Here's where Trixie /really/ spergs out.
>>29514464
>”Trixie could easily surpass you after she gets out of her situation!”
>One of the guys can be seen placing a pill into his mouth. He shivers after he does this, and Trixie questions him.
>”Did you hear Trixie? What was that you just ate?”
>”Somethin’ special.”
>”Trixie will have you know that she already has an advantage over everyone in this room due to her sobriety.”
>”Is that a fact. I really doubt anyone here will agree with you.” Cologne man responds.
>Trixie huffs out her chest and looks around for the stage.
>She marches over up the stairs and approaches the DJ, who is barely sober enough to comprehend what’s going on, let along take any sort of reasonable action regarding it.
>”Can Trixie have your attention, please.” Trixie grabs the microphone and immediately starts talking. “Hello? Can Trixie have your attention?”
>The music still plays, but no one even seems to be dancing to it anymore. They’re all just sort of cluttered together and taking selfies and posting them on Instagram and Twitter and Snapchat and Facebook and YouTube and Google Plus and Kik and Skype and Vine and Mysp-
>”ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP!” Trixie stops the music by slamming her fist onto the DJ set. She has everyone’s attention now.
>The room goes deathly silent. Even the bouncers are shocked and confused. No one appears to get the hint that they might want Trixie out of the room before she causes and more further disruptions to their little… dance party.
>”Humanity has fallen to a humiliating low. A low where you all entertain yourselves by crowding together in a hot room late at night and do nothing but EXIST here and try to prove to every last one of your friends that you’re hip and cooooooool! And meanwhile, we could be using all of this electricity towards pushing the human race into saintly glory! But no! You have to have your RETRO culture instead!”

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>>29521019
>Everyone sways on their feet and listens, automatically filming Trixie’s rant hoping it will get a lot of likes, reblogs, retweets, shares, upvotes, favorites, re-
>”You are wasting away your youth with silliness and fooling around with the shittiest things that lurk among the bottom ranks of society! You have turned your backs to what you were supposed to be and fell victim to the in crowd and having fun over living a level headed, sober life like you’re supposed to! You can’t seriously want moments like these to be moment that you want to be remembered for! And you expect all of your friends to be the way you have become unless they want to be excluded from your little H A N G O U T S .”
>Trixie takes a deep breath.
>”It is beyond disgraceful how you cram yourselves in here in your so-called “FANCY CLOTHES” and proceed to subject yourselves to a night full of disgusting repetitive pop music and shit-talking the people you know who aren’t as HIP as you are! Culture used to be something to be cherished! It used to be something of value! And you have taken that term and SHIT ALL OVER IT!”
>Trixie points to the busted DJ set.
>”THIS is not culture! This is a useless device used to bring hundreds of braindead dudebros and cumdumpsters together to exist together for hours on end while going ‘yoooooooooooo… duuuuuuuuude did you hear about that new thiiiiing that came oooout? ISN’T IT COOOOOOOL? LOL… R E B L O G !”
>Trixie paces back and forth on the stage.
>”Wanna join my frat? Dude you wanna see the new car I wanna buy? Did you fuck her good last night? Just chillin, how about you? HAHAHAHAHA AMIRITE? Just gotta take all the happy points in life and take it as it comes! Gotta let loose and conform to ALL THE FUCKING NORMS! A L L… O F… T H E M ! Duse, I need another beer, dude did you get with that FUCKING GENERIC chick for that FUCKING GENERIC sorority?”

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>>29521030
>With a loud stomp on the stage, Trixie feels wave upon wave of rage wash over her as she continues to watch all of the party goers watch her like she’s speaking in a language they can’t understand.
>”You are all scum and don’t deserve to be the voice of direction that the higher-ups and influencers in society listen to and follow along with the wishes of. YOU ARE CREATING A GENERATION OF INTERDEPENDENT, FEEBLE MINDED DEGENERATES! The strive for true excellence as a whole has been buried under miles upon miles of your S H I T! You are ruining everything for people who want to make their own success for themselves based on who THEY are instead of what’s hot around their environment! You are F U C K I N G up everything good about society and you should be ashamed!”
>Trixie uses all of her strength the hurl the microphone into the audience, directly throwing it like a baseball in hopes to hit someone. It shatters against the back wall. Trixie shrieks in agonizing rage and continues at the top of her lungs.
>”Judgement is coming! It’s not going to come in a hundred years, not fifty years, NOT… EVEN… ONE! Art used to be great, music used to be great, movies used to be great, TV used to be great, education used to be great, lifestyle used to be great, CULTURE used to be great. And now it’s all been replaced by low-effort, low-energy popularity-driven garbage that just needs to SELL SELL SELL. And you’re only digging the hole deeper! Soon, you’re going to be thrusted into the cold, hard world around you and will have to burst your little bubbles that you call your comfort zones ALL BY YOURSELVES, you short-attention-span millennial fucks!”
>…
>A minute later, the bouncers can be seen escorting Trixie out of the nightclub. She’s still ranting the whole way out.
>Trixie then stands outside the building and keeps ranting.
>She eventually leaves. But cologne man and his friends follow her.
>”Trixie! Wait up!”

More tomorrow.

>>29521042
God damn it bluesperg

I got some Green that’s pretty cancerous and sic-fi based. Should I post it?

>>29521664
why not

>>29521957
Aight, here we go.

>A dull hum of computer monitors, stale air accented with chemical sterilants
>The largest light source is a fluorescent fixture with one functional tube
>You were collapsed over your desk, eyes bloodshot from being awake for over 72 hours trying find an answer to a problem that refused to reveal itself.
>The Canterlot settlement was running low on supplies
>Currently, there was enough food to last them a few more months assuming rationing protocols were upheld and the Directing Authority came through
>Medicine was dwindling though; a plague hit the town when some traders passed through a few weeks ago
>The Authority said they were sending an agent to determine both the validity of the settlement’s reports and to perform an environmental survey
>If the Agent didn’t get a full report on arrival of the settlement’s situation, then the Authority would dismiss the request for assistance and the settlement would be marked as a lower priority for Emergency Response Services
>Suffice to say, this was going as expected
>You rise from the puddle of drool and paperwork

>>29522000
>3 hours until the Agent arrives
>Oh how you despise your predecessor for their neglect of the archives
>So much of the information was outdated and piecemeal at best
>Blinking a few times to rehydrate your eyes, you download the information onto a micro-drive and makes your way out to the vertical train port
>A few weeks ago the smell of burning plastic and flesh would’ve bothered you, now it was just one more unpleasant thing in this town
>2 hours until the Agent arrives
>There is a permanent shroud of embers and blackness over 2/3 of the town’s overhead
>Metal walls block off the sections of town that are condemned to quarantine
>According to reports, the plague disables motor control and renders the victims catatonic
>… Sometimes things can be seen moving in the smoke
>1 hour until the Agent arrives

>>29522008
>You sit on a bench at the vertical train port, you take a bite out of a Day Stick
>Amphetamines, amino acids, nutrient cocktails, and food dyes make up the morning breakfast
>Kinda sweet, kinda savory, with a smoky after taste
>One more for good measure
>Stories you’ve heard about Authority Agents tell of them having biometric scanners in their eyes
>Last thing you want is to have the Agent second guessing your mental state
>Echoes of metal grinding on itself getting louder as the train lowers to a stop
>Ear raping, that sound
>Hydraulics hiss as the door open on the port level
>Standing in the frame is a woman with hair like fire and dead, ice-blue eyes
>”You the welcoming committee?”
>You snap to attention, your hand flattening into a knife in front of your forehead
“Sir! 14th Generation Narkle reporting for duty, Sir!”
>The Agent raises an eyebrow, “At… ease?”
>You wrap your raised arm across your torso and grab your elbow
>”I believe you have something for me?”

>>29522015
>Just off your game all over the place, you reach into your pocket and pull out the drive
>The Agent slots the drive into a PDA, after a *ping* she pulls a cord from it and plugs it into a jack on the back of her neck
>Cyborg? Or is it just the neck?
>”Alright, so give me a sit-rep.”
“Give you a… Wait, didn’t you just download the info? You know the situation! Shit’s fucked!”
>Her eyebrow raises and smirk cracks her face
>”Eloquent. So, you the standard for Archivists these days?”
“I’m not even an Archivist! I just got stuck with the position because the last person got themself infected with the plague!”
>”So what were you before this?”
“Field Scientist.”
>”Perfect, you’re in.”
“In? In what?”
>”Welcome to the Authority Conscripted Infantry.”
>There is no way that’s how our military works. That can’t be how it works.

>>29522023
>Be Shimmy, Directorate Authority Termination Autonomous Synthetic Soldier
”So first thing’s first Muffin Top, before we go gallivanting into the Quarantine Zone you need to get in shape.”
>You’re not sure if it’s because of anger or embarrassment, but her face is beet red
”Now if you’re done gawking, start running around the Archive Building. I’m not too fond of the idea of working with someone who feels entitled.”
>”… Why on earth would I EVER need to prove myself to you!?”
“You need to prove to me that when we need to beat feet you aren’t going to be cold and heavy. Now RUN, FATTY, RUN!”
>You draw your pistol and shoot the ground in front of Twilight until she starts dashing
>You follow her to set a pace, after making a quarter around the building Twilight collapses onto her stomach wheezing and gasping for air
“I thought you were a field scientist.”
>”I *huff* AM.*huff* NEVER *huff* HAD TO *huff* RUN *huff* THIS MUCH *wheeze* IN *asthma attack* THE FIELD. *breathing in a vacuum*”
>Poor little nerd girl. There was once a time you remember being like her, out of shape, limited stamina… human.
>But you’ll be damned before you let yourself be forced to carry her purple butt out of the Quarantine Zone
“Okay… Ever use combat stims?”
>She shoots you a dirty look, like you just asked if she ever ate a puppy
>”…No. I’m not a soldier, I’m not an athlete, I’m nOT A MERCENARY— WHY THE HELL WOULD I EVER TAKE COMBAT STIMULANTS!?”
>Good to see she’s still got some energy. Unfortunately, still unclear as to who her betters are.
“On your feet 14, you still have 3/4s to run and I haven’t seen a reason to stop.”
>Oh hoho! If a Newboot gave you a look like that in Basic that fucker’d be writing essays on the insides of ping-pong balls.
>Ah the only memories you can call your own.

>>29522030
>It took about 6 hours, but you finally ran around the perimeter of the Archives Building
>The whole time the Agent kept mocking you and called you various synonyms of fat/obese and comparing you to something called a “beached-whale.”
>You have no clue what a beach is or a whale, but you can assume it is some sort of lumbering beast known for both its size and colorful lexicon of belligerent slurs.
>Nonetheless, you’ve gained a sort of spite for the Agent and her stupid fucking expectations.
>You’re a scientist dammit! You don’t do physically demanding things! Thats what servitors and undergrads were for!
>What is this bullshit!? You graduated top of your class! You paid your dues!
>Sure you’re a clone of one of the most revolutionary minds from before the Directorate, but that didn’t mean you were given any leniency!
>In fact you drilled harder and punished more severely than those who had the privilege of being your colleague!
>You were a goddamn prodigy and everyone fucking knew it!
>But this… this… Cyborg/Android/Ubermensch/Whateverthefuck is in another league.
>Can’t impress soldier-types with pedigree or intelligence.
>Everything’s results and body counts.
>Bunch of butchers.

>>29522040
>Day 4 of training Narkle has gone an interesting direction.
>The girl you were assigned as a partner is shaping up to be either an acceptable grunt, or you’re just reinforcing her closet misanthropy.
>It’s strange…
>You know the Sunset you were based off was at first antagonistic towards Twilight, resented her for not only being Her replacement but also succeed where Sunset failed.
>However, this girl isn’t your successor, nor is she really capable of being so.
>At best she might be clerk for a Governor or maybe a gopher for an R&D Head, but those are bureaucratic positions. Jobs for pencil-pushers and people who weren’t as violence to prone as you.
>But that doesn’t explain why you feel so determined to put her in her place.
>Sure she has the same face, voice, and body as the Twilight from the engram, but Narkle’s personality is more caustic, more reclusive.
>Yet, there in lies the schism. Some sort of flaw in the engram’s memories.
>Twilight in the memories seemed to have either an outer persona, or there’s a second Twilight. One who is outgoing, making it her purpose in life to be friends with the world it would seem. A veritable paragon of harmony and kinship.
>The other persona/Twilight is this skittish bookworm who had a hard enough time forming words and staying on top of her studies, yet she still went out her way to seek the approval of others.
>Then there’s a sort of void in Her memories and Twilight is suddenly Her friend and the two of them proceed down the path that would result in the Directorate’s founding.

>>29522054
>Be Narkle
>… Or “14” as Agent Shimmy calls you.
>You can run around the Archives Building with only needing 2 breaks.
>You also now have an appreciation for the way MealStiks have a slow breakdown in the GI tract.
>The number of times you would’ve thrown up the past week were mitigated by the small amount of space those rations take up. So you just end up dry heaving whenever you collapse.
>On a lighter note, Shimmy has lessened up on the insults.
>Now you’re just 14.
>Yay. Demotions.
>Every time she wants your attention its “14 this,” “14 that…”
>It’s dehumanizing.
>It’s like Academy all over again.
“So at what point do we actually enter the Quarantine Zone?”
>If she followed it with “Twilight” it would really feel like academy.
>”We enter the Quarantine Zone when I say we’re ready.”
>She kinda reminds you of the Suppression Staff that the Academy had on hand.
>Never sleeps, doesn’t really eat, always vigilant, quick with some form cruelly unusual punishment.
“But we’re already a week into Quarantine and you haven’t even set foot into the observatory station!”
>She caught you trying to sneak back into your bunk once; so she shredded a bunch of inquiry forms and clerical documents, poured the mess out into the plaza and told you to “vacuum the snow.”
>”Quarantine doesn’t end or begin until I say it does.”

>>29522068
Thats all I got.

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Would you?

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Whoops!
He tripped.

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For the feetfags itt

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You can't help but agree with them.
They are pretty cute together.

>>29522300
>Those spic from the proud family feet
Feetcuck is a thing in this thread? I thought you were all just SJWS

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It is only fair.

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>>29522317
>>Those spic from the proud family feet
try that grammar again.
But yes, we are all cucks.
But at least we can admit and embrace it like a real man.

>>29522338
I don't feel like looking up her name fuckboy. But there was an episode where she went swimming and she had peggy hill tier feet. Shit. That would've been a better joke.
>Admitting you're a cuckold.
You have my respect, and my scorn.

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>>29522365
What thread do you come, friend?
You obviously aren't a regular here.

>>29522404
I came here seeking to provide art for best EQ girl and share green of our love for her,but after lurking I see only surrendering her to Sunset or Timber bitch! What the fuck?

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She must have cold hands :^)

>>29522415
>Tfw you cum yourself from simple hand touching

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>>29522412
Welcome to /cuck/
We only like seeing her with Sunset or Timber because we all are betas that couldn't actually please her because we have no idea how to please a girl.
If you don't want that, try the fingerbang thread.

Stop being cucks.
Here's some normal solo female stuff
https://derpibooru.org/1223239
It is explicit

>>29521042
>that rant
Top fucking kek

>>29522445
>https://derpibooru.org/1223239
Where's the black man?

>>29522500
In the shadows :^)

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>>29522434
>We only like seeing her with Sunset or Timber because we all are betas that couldn't actually please her because we have no idea how to please a girl.
Heh, look at how wrong you are.

>>29522612
I hate to break it to you but Ceoostia has an unofficial pairing

>>29522612
That's not Scitwi.
Delet this.

>>29522434
We have a multiverse, anon, Canon shit is just shit to us.
Except for a certain writefriend who will kill you so you can go and fuck Twilight.
Also, if anyone here likes that new The Thing movie, I want you to shoot yourself in the balls, don't reproduce.

>>29522888
Nice fucking numbers.
Also, Max Payne is next after the nu-The Thing finishes. 'Guess it's shit content day.

I like cum in my butthole

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>>29524933
you are gay
become pure and be a dyke

>>29525268
Most dykes act or want to be like men so it's the exact same thing.

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>>29521042
>The bench Trixie sits at is old and creaky.
>Cologne man and his friend sit on either side of her, somewhat sobering up from the cold because that somehow works that way.
>"Trixie, just tell us what's bothering you." Cologne man repeats.
>Trixie hides her face in her hands. "It's no use. No one wants to listen to Trixie. She's too angry to get people to listen to her."
>"We listened." Friend of Cologne man insists. "I gotta admit, you did sound like you were speaking from the heart there. Even though we didn't... connect with your ideas."
>"Of course you wouldn't connect! It's not 'going with the flow'!"
>"Alright alright alright, now listen. I just wanna level with you, okay? I didn't follow you all the way over here to be a jerk."
>The night wind picks up. Trixie crosses her arms and stares at the sidewalk.
>"Everyone's so lost, but Trixie can't prove it to them." Trixie soon mutters at the ground. "Because there's nothing Trixie can do to prove how... nevermind. You wouldn't understand."
>"Is this about the drawing thing?" Cologne man asks. "I think this is about the drawing thing."
>"It's precisely about the drawing thing." A familiar voice sounds.
>Everyone's attention is directed towards a dark, shadowy alley.
>Hector soon emerges from the blackness in a long black trench coat, sporting sunglasses at night.
>"Who's that?" Friend of cologne man asks.
>"I know him. We take an art class together." Cologne man stands up and walks over to Hector. "Did you follow us here?"
>"Don't worry about it, bud." Hector glares over at Trixie and wipes his long hair away from his eyes. "What you need to do is prove yourself."
>"What do you mean?" Responds Trixie as she stands up and starts to walk away from the edgelord.
>"Get as many people as you can to live like you do who are in our art class. Get them to do nothing but stay home. Then tell them to try to draw without having their fun in life."
>"You sure about this?"
>The other two guys snicker and cringe.

>>29521042
This is the best speech since Red Skull became a patriot.

>>29527118
I am imagining Hector to look like a hispanic version of one of the Columbine guys.

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>"Don't help me! I want this!"

>>29530913
>anon unties twilight

>>29530913
"Okay, you cunt."
>Take my phone out.
>Search for 10 hours of Mogolovonio on Jewtube.
>Put cellphone at full blast just beside Twilight's head.
>Leave her there.

>>29532353
>Not 10 hours of shadilay.

>>29532356
I am a little tired of shadilay myself, but she would probably end up enjoying it.
I don't want that.

>>29530913
this is my fetish

>>29530913
Then I'll help myself.
>Unzops dick.

>>29532952
>Faps as Timber ravages her

>>29533886
He can't masturbate with an unzipped dick.

>>29530133
Lel.
>>29527118
>"Trust me. These people are sheep who would follow anything if someone shills it hard enough."
>Cologne man steps in. "Yeah, uh... I actually thing she's made that pretty clear herself that that's what she believes."
>"Is it?" Hector looks over to Trixie. "Then I guess this is going to be a lot easier than I thought. You can start with these two guys."
>The grin on Cologne man's face fades.
>"Wait, what?"
>"You're in our art class too, are you not?" Hector inquires. "And what about your friend? Does he draw? Maybe you two could learn a thing or two about pushing for success."
>This conversation goes on for a bit.
>It ends with cologne man and cologne man's friend agreeing to stay home during the weekends and live more empty, boring lives like Trixie.
>They soon follow her home to her apartment or wherever it is she lives, I forgot already.
>"This is how Trixie lives!" Trixie aggressively points to her living room. "This is Trixie's couch! This is her TV! These are her pet gecko friends!"
>Trixie watches all of her gecko friends say hello to cologne man and friend of cologne man.
>Cologne man waves at the empty space in Trixie's living room, seeing nothing there but crumpled up cheeseburger wrappers.
>"They help Trixie pay for insurance." Trixie tells him.
>"Duuude, your place is nice." Cologne man's friend comments. "So where do you draw?"
>"Right..." Trixie walks over to her room and swings the door open. "HERE!"
>She assertively points inside to the easel she has perched up next to her bed. The two guys look at the splattered hand prints on the paper.
>"This is Trixie's most recent charcoal drawing."
>They examine the drawing, seeing it as on the same level of modern art.
>"You're more creative than I thought." Cologne man compliments, genuinely impressed. "I guess I was wrong about you."

is anyone else getting a "upload failed" error?

>>29536574
Yes.
Must be the Jews.

>>29536574
Just checked /qa/. I didn't even needed to post.
Probably some mod is really angry atm.

>>29535453
I still relate to Trixie in her way of thinking.

Dammit Hiroshimoot

goodnight nst

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Test.

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It's time to stop using Discord.

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>>29513375
She blinded me with science.

>>29538143
weird science

>>29538121
>being triggered by irrelevant shit
Moondancer, please stop browsing Tumblr

Virgin. All. Over. The... Place

>>29539888
Not anymore 1 and 1/3 Satan

>>29539281
Tumblr is furfag central though.
Comes hand in hand with being a liberal.

>>29538143
She is a man eater

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>>29536953
I didn't expect that.
>>29535453
>Trixie doesn't believe what cologne man says. She knows he's probably just being polite.
>He likely still thinks that Trixie isn't capable of making great art solely because of the obstacles and hardships she has to blast through in order to get anywhere.
>The girl goes straight to the easel and dips her fingers into a small cup of paint to the side.
>The two guys watch her paint with her fingers; Trixie making an intimidating face to appear focused.
>Every single stroke on the paper counts.
>Not that it matters, since everything Trixie puts out seems to be shit no matter what. And now the girl has the experts looking over her shoulder.
>She wants to make sure that they can see that she is blatantly ignoring the methods the teacher tried to get the students to do. She wants to show how resistant she is to the world around her.
>How she's not going to learn someone else's way, and how she'd going to just put pencil to paper and it will come out perfectly without the stupid complicated practice.
>There are multiple times when the easel almost falls backwards to the floor. But Trixie pulls it back towards herself as the paint drips splatter all over her sleeves.
>Probably permanently staining them.
>On the paper, the outline of a human figure appears... a very badly proportioned one.
>Trixie can tell that the art students can see the flaws in it already, and she's not about to take the rout of calling it "abstract art".
>These students are looking for accuracy.
>Out of options, Trixie leaps forward towards the easel and tackles it to the floor. Attack-painting the image.

>>29515213
You should not spout words you don't know the meaning of, idiot.

>>29543199
I think she is thick

>>29543547
He probably comes from /gif/ where thicc means morbidly obese.

>>29532356
>Shadilay.
>Not Erika.
She will end up loving family men and flowers.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=CIi9Wgqi7hg

>>29518023
>Sundown
not sure how I feel about that name.
https://derpibooru.org/tags/artist-colon-sundown

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>>29519391
>>29519779
Come at me.

>>29542359
Me neither, but the speech was good.
Trixie's theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ie13dbqydTs

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>>29519391
>>29519779
>>29544203
Stop this at once.

>>29544652
>but the speech was good.
Huh. I always used to think it would come across as cynical/pessimistic and stuff.
>>29542359
>...
>A almost-comedy-tier moment of drawing and/or painting later, Trixie finishes and shows the other two guys, ready to tell them that she needs to wait until she really has her mind going.
>They like it surprisingly more than Trixie expected.
>It momentarily comes up that cologne man is planning on going traveling with his friend, and they're going across the ocean to like, Europe or something.
>Trixie agrees to go along with them after convincing them that she's not going to freak out and stop trying to draw whenever it starts to go... awry...
>In the process, Trixie comes to terms with the fact that she hasn't been showing how good she could be at drawing by splattering paint onto a canvas.
>"But... let's try and use actual pencils and paper this time ,shall we?" Cologne man pleads. "This way you're doing it seems... messy."
>"Trixie operates on another level." Responds the flustered girl, still red in the face. "Although, Trixie does suppose using a pencil instead would be a lot more useful for portability reasons."
>They all eventually go home -- none of them return to the club.
>Cologne man and his buddies go on vacation the next day, since it's the spring break weekend and all, but Trixie isn't planning on packing anything.
>She soon follows them onto the plane. The very next day.
>She brings a note book with her, and only one pencil. Feeling like she's preparing for war or something.
>Cologne man and his group of friends arrive. Three guys and three girls.
>Typical cluster of horror movie victims, as Trixie imagines it. (Or a normal clique of college students that hang out.)

>>29548341
>The gang includes cologne man and his girlfriend selfie girl, hair-gel guy and his girlfriend latte woman, and last but not least, orange-tan dude and his girlfriend orange-tan dudette.
>And they're all apparently artists by day, party animals by night.
>What a lovely fucking group of people.
>Trixie has to resist glaring at them the whole plane ride to [obscure european town with narrow streets n' shit].
>They all get off and go to their hotel.
>All of the ones who are not Trixie immediately start chatting.
>"So, like, you like to draw too?" Latte woman asks Trixie.
>"Yes. Trixie has a unique art-style that takes a lot of time and focusing to execute and put into action."
>Latte woman takes a sip of her milky cappuccino while browsing Instagram on her phone with her free hand. "That's like... pretty cool. What'cha draw?"
>"Anything..." Trixie menacingly whispers as her patience wears thin with this girl.
>"You do like... human form and stuff?"
>Trixie's inner beast gets triggered at the sound of the phrase 'human form'.
>Het hand briefly balls into a fist, but control is regained.
>"Not much." Trixie answers through her teeth.
>She thinks about splashing water onto her face, but selfie girl is busy in front of the bathroom mirror fulfilling her name.
>Cologne man walks into the room. "Alright, I found the nearest club." He announces. "Who wants to model for the next four hours?"
>Orange-tan dudette raises her hand. "I'm not jittery from all the coffee anymore, I'll have a go at it.
>"Oh, right..." Cologne man turns to Trixie. "You don't mind of one of us gets naked with you in the room, do ya?"
>"Trixie doesn't mind." Trixie answers. "As long as she doesn't have to do it too."
>"You wanna watch us draw? Maybe we could teach ya a bit."
>"Trixie doesn't need to be taught! She can do things all on her own!"

>>29548350
Trixie vs normies is a-go.

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Really proud of this screenshot.

>>29549498
And why is that?

>>29548873
Whats that a reference too?

>>29550276
fuck I just realized I use the wrong too
its supposed to be to

Today is the first time I have thought about an heroing in 1 year.
Feels bad, to be quite honest.

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>>29542673
>Sheep Light
Pic related.

>>29551825
me too anon

Twilight is best when flatter tan a piece of cardboard!

>>29548350
>Cologne man shrugs and gets his paper out.
>Trixie keeps eyeing orange-tan dudette after she gets naked, comparing her body to her own and beating back any potential jealousy.
>This girl looks like she's starved anyway. Nothing much to compete with.
>"I'm just a little curious." Hair-gel guy asks. "How much do you know about the guidelines. You know, like the cross that goes across the front of the face and all."
>"Trixie doesn't need those methods. She is above that."
>"You sure?"
>"If you're going to ask Trixie to draw this girl as well, Trixie is afraid she'll have to decline. She operated on another level, as she has said before."
>Hair-gel gives a shrug identical to cologne man and continues his work.
>Trixie sneaks a couple of glances at his paper... half attempting to understand how those lines work. The ones that go across the face.
>How long the ones representing the arms have to be in comparison to the rest of the body, all sorts of things.
>It still makes no sense... and they're doing it literally feet from the girl.
>But whatever.
>Trixie reads a magazine, and by reading, looking at the pictures.
>She hears them complimenting eachother on their drawings. The... cool... people.
>She stands up the very second they announce they're leaving to get food.
>With plans of coming back to here already in her head.
>...
>As they probably do all the time, the rest of the gang gets going over to the club right after they are done eating.
>Trixie walks back to the hotel with a weight off of her shoulders.
>That weight having been the clique she'd been hanging out with. They're not anywhere within twenty feet of the girl.
>Everything's easier.
>Trixie's head clears, and she begins to wonder why she came on this trip with these scrubs.
>She feels the night breeze rush by her face as she enters a dark, narrow alley.
>She quickly walks through it.
>But right before she makes it to the other side, a leather bag covers her head.

>>29553805
that is pretty accurate

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>>29554414
Down with the DFC dictatorship

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>>29554474
The Milk Rebels will die

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Lechaim, lechaim, to life!

>>29556783
that is my favorite reaction picture

Dick in eye socket

Well, perhaps he is wondering why the other members of the HRE would form a coalition against Brandenburg if he is destroying the Teutonic Order?

>>29557879
skullfucking

>>29557920
It doesn't matters who we are, what matters is our expansion.
Nobody cared who I was until I put on the Danzig.

>>29513375
UNF those hips

>>29518613
>"That's right, I have TWO waifus, what are you gonna do about it?"

Have you ever heard the tragedy of Misato the Cunt? I thought not, it's not a story the ex-NERV personnel would tell you. It's a Shinji story. Misato was a friend of Shinji so powerful and so cunty she could use her words to influence an angsty teenager to destroy the world... she had such knowledge of words that she could keep teenagers she cared about from aging. Being a friend of Shinji is a pathway to many abilities many consider to be unnatural. She became so cunty the only thing she was afraid of was becoming a pleasant human being, which eventually, of course, she didn't. Unfortunately, she became old and her cunt went dry. Ironic, she could keep others from aging but not herself.

>>29513375
I want to fuck her thighs and cum on her face.

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>>29553889
>Trixie blacks out before she can react. The inside of the bag was laced with chloroform.
>...
>Trixie wakes up sitting on a couch.
>Her head spins but she finds that her arms and legs are not restrained in any way.
>"What the..." Trixie groans.
>"Fear not, Trixie. We brought you here for a reason."
Trixie's eyes shoot open, and she soon realizes she's been kidnapped in a small town on the other side of the world.
>"Relax, we didn't do anything of malice to you." This voice sounds familiar.
>Trixie shakes her head and looks through her blurry vision. "Vice Principal Luna?"
>"You're half correct." The voice answers.
>Trixie sees Luna standing right in front of her, but she's wearing what looks like a monk's robe or something.
>"We have traveled here from the universe of Equestria to deliver important news to you." Luna tells Trixie.
>"Wh-what?"
>"We got word of your message to those people in that night club. And you have proven yourself to be the voice that God's people need to hear."
>Trixie tilts her head in confusion.
>"Are you telling Trixie that God sent you here?"
>"That's a question with an answer that comes later. Not now."
>Oh, so this is like one of those movies or something, then. Not all information is made known until it's convenient to the plot.
>"But listen. You must understand that you are a prophet, Trixie."
>"A... prophet?"
>"You must speak to the people all around the world and deliver your message of truth. The world has grown sour with a combination of greed, sloth and apathy. And you are the only one with a brave enough voice to truly speak against it."
>Luna holds two pills in her hands. One blue, and one (of course) red.
>"Take one. The blue pill will knock you unconscious again, and you will wake up in your hotel bed tomorrow morning, and you will become irresistibly beautiful and talented by modern standards and everyone will love you on their own. Take the red pill to gain eternal life and mind control capabilities."

>>29563039
that luna is really creeping me out

Goodnight /nst/

>>29563858
It's not creeping me out

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i need greens

greens of space dykeshit variety

>>29565796
mee too
but I suck at writing

>>29563039
Choose the red pill obviously

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>>29569564
>>29563858
>>29563039
>Luna holds the pills in her hand and Trixie gets closer.
>The girl eyes each pill, then eyes the serious look on Luna's face. She doesn't have many reasons to believe the lady, but it's not like she has much to care about anymore.
>She did just come over here to a small European town on a complete whim without ever having this as a thought in her head a two days before.
>But she doesn't give the choice any thought; only chooses the pros of both options.
>Trixie snatches both pills out of Luna's hands and swallows them both at the same time.
>Luna doesn't even flinch.
>The pills almost taste like strawberries and blueberries.
>Trixie takes a seat back onto the couch she hadn't even realized she had arisen from. She awaits Luna's presumably scolding response.
>But gets a surprise instead.
>"Congratulations, you passed the final test. You truly are worthy of being the prophet."
>Trixie can only smile, knowing for a fact that she's probably not going to die from taking both pills at once.
>"You shall receive all of the abilities the pills have to offer, having already been the type of person to make their own choices despite the illusion of choice being delivered right in front of you. As far as we're concerned, you already had a little bit of the red pill within you. In your heart and soul. You don't allow the words of others to deceive you."
>"Th-thanks?" Trixie stands up after feeling a rush of energy.
>"But this is only the beginning of your journey." Luna continues. "You must go back to whoever you came here with and spread the message to them first. You must test their loyalty."
>"What? How must Trixie do that?"
>"Speak from the heart, and get them to help you follow the things you're passionate about in life."
>Trixie wonders what Luna meant by this.
>"Passionate in a good or bad way?"
>Luna chuckles in response. "Either way is fine."

did eqgwf ever return?