Anonymous in Equestria Thread #1117

>>29655968
>>29655953

>Surprise registers before curiosity and then suspicion.
“I’d told her how we first met. You know...with me kinda...pushing in here?”
>He nods.
“Yeah, so when I told her you’d agreed to come tonight, she wondered, after hearing how you were nervous about ponies, if I’d been a little too...eager.”
>Each word feels like you’re digging it out with a blunt spoon, but you’d finally said it all.
>He smiles slowly. That seems like a good sign.
>”And you say she’s my biggest fan?”
>You nod cautiously.
>”I gotta hand it to you, Rainbow. You’ve got me looking forward to this, a bit.”
>You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.
“Look, I’m really sorry I got carried away.”
>He waves away your apology.
>”It’s all good. At least there’ll be no surprises.”
>His slightly nervous laugh cuts short as you stiffen, wings ruffling as if to fly away fast.
>”Are you alright, Rainbow?”
“There’s...one more thing you should know.”
>His back stiffens as well.
>”What? What’s going on?”
>He’d find out eventually…
“Okay, just...don’t freak out…”
>Your words, so similar to his when you first met, makes you both pause for a moment before laughing softly together.
>”Okay, I’ll keep it together. What’s up?”
>You gather yourself and fix him with the same serious gaze he’d given you before.
“I’m one of the bearers of the Elements of Harmony. Loyalty.”
>The blood drains visibly from his face, and you can see his fingers digging into the cushions of the couch.
>”That isn’t funny…”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner! It...it normally doesn’t come up, and you were so worried about Princess Celestia…”
>You trail off as he sways slightly and you quickly jump up and race over to get him a bottle of water from the minibar.
>He accepts it with trembling fingers, and drinks it down in one go.
>”You...you work...you’re part of that wea-”
“Don’t call it a weapon!”
>You immediately try to moderate the heat in your voice.
“It’s not like that.”

>>29655983
>You make yourself sit down across from him again as he tries to pull himself together.
“Twilight could tell you more...I don’t really know how it works. It’s just, our friendship. Our friendship coming together to...to hold things back. To stop the worst stuff that tries to hurt Equestria.”
>”Twilight? As in Princess Twilight?”
>You nod and he shudders.
“Anon, I’m telling you there’s no weapon. No grand conspiracy. If anypony’d know, I would. I’m in the Wonderbolts, and an Element of Harmony.”
>”Just...lemme sit a minute.”
>You clamp your mouth shut and watch him as he struggles with himself.
>”So you...and five others...use some kind of magic artifacts to protect Equestria...and you say it’s not a weapon. Celestia doesn’t use it to...control other things, countries?”
>You snort derisively making him jump.
“Sorry. But yeah. Princess Celestia hasn’t ever made us use them or even tried to. It only works when all six of us use it together anyway. And I’d never do anything like that.”
>He looks up at you surprised hearing that.
>”It only works if all of you..?”
>You nod.
“I told you. It’s our friendship that makes it work. All of us.”
>”But what about Nightmare Moon, and Discord, and that huge magic eating monster?”
>You wave your hoof at him.
“Tirek? Yeah, we’ve had to deal with some stuff. But Princess Luna is alright now, Discord’s a friend, and Tirek was sent back to Tartarus.”
>His eyes bulge.
>”You s-sent him to Tartarus?”
“Oh, no. That wasn’t us. We stopped him with the Elements after he absorbed all our magic, but he had originally escaped from Tartarus, so that’s where he went afterward.”
>He just stares at you.
>”A-and the Crystal Empire?”
>You shake your head.
“We were there, but that was all thanks to a big crystal heart powered by love. It stopped Sombra.”
>You see him silently mouth the words “...powered by love…”

>>29655998
“I mean...most of this is known. Maybe the details aren’t, but everypony has heard most of what’s gone on. I’m sure when you talk to the others…”
>His head jerks up.
>”The others...right…”
>His eyes take on that piercing look again.
>”Why’d you tell me all of this?”
>You shrug.
“It’s not a secret. I don’t think our names have ever been exactly shouted around, but it isn’t all hushed up or anything. I’m sure the others knew before I even met ‘em. You’d find out one way or another, and I figured it’d be better if I just told you.”
>He stares a moment more before nodding.
>”I don’t know, Rainbow. I don’t think you’re lying to me...but I just don’t know. It’s a lot to take in.”
>You return his nod sadly.
“Are you still gonna come tonight?”
>He pauses, flexing his hands slowly before nodding again.
>”Yeah. I think I should. I need...I should talk to these ponies.”
>You aren’t sure if this change in attitude is positive or not. But it’s something.
“Sure, Anon. We all wanna talk. It’s a few hours yet before the reservation.”
>He looks up at you quickly, almost his original self again.
>”Oh, I got a message from Windsong. She said the reservation is for nine, not eight.”
>He shuffles over to a writing desk and hands you a sheet of stationary.
>”It says to let you know too.”
>You read Windsong’s short message and set it down.
“Anon, I don’t want you to think I’m...I dunno, trying to manipulate you or something. I’m gonna go for now, and I’ll meet you for dinner at the restaurant, okay? That way you can talk, and listen, and ask what you want in front of all of us.”
>His face softens in a grateful smile.
>”Okay Rainbow. That’s a good idea. I’ll see you tonight.”
>You stand up and trot over to the door, pausing as you pull it open to look over your shoulder.
“Use the normal tie, the bowtie doesn’t look as good.”

>>29656008
>His smile broadens, and the tightness in his eyes lessens as he looks hopeful.
>”You got it.”
>The door clicks shut softly behind you as you walk out onto the causeway.
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>You sit down outside Anon’s door for a minute letting your thoughts stop jumping around.
>Every time, he’d said.
>He’s not exactly easy to figure out, himself.
>You shake your head with a rueful smile.
>All because you wanted to make sure nopony was plagiarizing your author friend.
>The table in the castle hadn’t set ‘friendship problems’ this difficult even.
>You huff a small sigh and stand up.
>Twilight is gonna explode when she finds out you were part of a delegation of ambassadors to an alien species.
>You quirk a smile at the thought.
>It sounds so important that way, and yet somehow less intense than what it really is.
>You really want to talk to Windsong, but even racking your brain you know you don’t have much new to say about it all.
>It’d just be nice to be around a friend.
>Several hours to go, but you don’t feel like going to any of the late panels.
>A quick hop over the railing has you sailing gently down to the swarming lobby.
>The Con is still at it’s normal fever pitch.
>It looks like some sort of contest just ended in the Atrium as a large crowd disperses into the more general scrum.
>You take a seat in a booth at the pub, and order a tall, fizzy tropical drink.
>From your vantage point it’s easy to sit back comfortably and watch the unending flow of fans heading in every direction.
>All of Equestria is represented here as well as every facet of Daring Do fandom alongside some stuff you don’t recognize at all.
>One pony is dressed up in a perfect likeness of Princess Celestia.
>Perfect, if the young mare weren’t a quarter of the ruler’s size.
>That flowing mane just has to be some kind of magical effect.

>>29656017
>You watch with a smile as ponies in costume stop to take photos every few steps, inwardly praising yourself for leaving yours behind this evening.
>Weariness from earlier starts to creep back over you as you sip your drink and watch lazily.
>Ponies walking around holding ‘Free Hugs’ signs...what’re ‘Free Boops’?
>A hoof gently shakes your shoulder.
>”Rainbow? Rainbow Dash, c’mon hon. You can’t sleep here.”
>The soft, familiar voice makes your mind climb out of the comfortable fog of sleep.
>Wait, sleep?
>You leap up, wings flung outward in startlement.
“Gah! I fell asleep!”
>Half formed fears of missing the dinner fall away as your eyes meet Windsong’s.
>Wearing her security badge and ConSec marked saddlebags, your friend bites her lip to keep from laughing out loud.
>”You...you got a little something…”
>Her whole body shakes as she gestures toward her own mouth.
>You quickly scrub a hoof across your face smearing away drool from your cheek, and try not to look too abashed.
“Windsong! What time is it? Did I…?”
>She calms you with a soothing gesture and slides into the booth across from you.
>”No, you’re fine Dash. I got a call on the radio that you’d passed out in the pub. Attendees aren’t allowed to sleep in any public areas, but the guards knew you were my friend so they called me to take care of it.”
>You wince, but she just waves it away as she pulls your drink over to herself for a long sip.
>”It’s no problem, of course. Day two of the Con, ponies drop off all over the place on the regular. It’s half what I’ve been doing all day, waking ‘em up and sending ‘em on their way. You should probably get a nap before tonight, though.”
>You watch the ice cubes in your glass slowly lower to the bottom as she finishes off your tasty spritzer.
“Thanks, Windy. Sorry anyway. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. Still thirsty? I can order you another one.”
>You layer as much sarcasm in the last bit as you can while trying not to giggle.

>>29656023
>”I said it’s no problem, Dash. Ah! Nah, this was just perfect.”
>She noisily slurps at the bottom of the glass with the straw.
>You roll your eyes and lean back comfortably.
“Well, I talked to Anon again. Just before I came here.”
>You grin as her eyes snap up to yours, widening, before she masters herself again.
>”Oh? Did you pick out his clothes and tell him how to sit and act this evening?”
>Your face colors slightly, but it was only a tie!
>”By Celestia, Rainbow! You didn’t really, did you?”
“NO!”
>Your blush deepens as you hear the loud denial in your own ears.
“No! Really no! I didn’t, I swear!”
>Windsong looks caught somewhere between exasperated amusement, and chiding older sister.
>”Dash! You know he’s-”
“I know I know! I didn’t! Really. I went up to talk to him about earlier. I told you I kinda cornered him into coming, and I told him that wasn’t right and that he didn’t have to come if he didn’t want to.”
>She stiffens in her seat.
>”What’d he say to that?”
>You flag down a waiter to bring two more drinks as Windsong taps her hoof impatiently.
“He was surprised I admitted it, and seemed kinda happy that I wasn’t pushing him if he didn’t want to anymore. He’s still coming, though. Said he felt bad about spying so he was gonna come anyway, but now he really wants to.”
>She fixes you with an unreadable gaze.
>”Spying?”
>Your eyes widen.
“Oh, um...yeah.”
>You fiddle with the swizzle stick on the table and look around for the waiter.
>”Rainbow Dash!”
“Rrraah! Okay! He...sort of...came down to the party at the pool last night. He sneaked around and listened to see if I was gonna start blabbing about him to my friends since I’d told him you were huge fans.”
>She stares a moment more and nods before looking thoughtful.
>”But you didn’t...you wouldn’t tell us anything about him. That’s the whole reason we came up with the dinner idea.”
>You nod quickly and drain half the glass passed to you by the waiter.

>>29656030
“Right! That’s why he was so willing to go earlier. He felt bad for...doing that.”
>She nods thoughtfully and peers into her own glass before sipping slowly.
“Really, Windsong, he felt bad. He apologized for being paranoid and everything! I was all set to convince him to come, but I thought I had an in since he was so sorry. I know I messed up there, but I apologized now too, and he really wants to come, so please don’t be mad!”
>Her head jerks up and she gives you a bewildered expression.
>”Mad? Oh, no I’m not mad about that. How did he get passed my security though? Guess I’ll have to add that to the list of stuff to ask him, huh?”
>You stare at her.
“You aren’t mad he spied on us?”
>She smirks and takes another long drink.
>”Rainbow, you said he was a paranoid hermit obsessed with anonymity. I didn’t think of it before, but of course he spied on us. I’m glad he knows it’s not a good thing. Wouldn’t want him to become a stalker or something.”
>You shake your head in disbelieving acceptance.
“Well, that’s...good then.”
>Windy finishes her drink and licks an ice cube out of the glass to munch on as she stands up.
>”I gotta get back to my rounds. My shift is up in an hour, and then I gotta get ready. If you’re gonna fall out in a pub with a thousand strangers you should probably take a quick nap before you get ready too.”
>You stand up too and pull her into a quick hug.
“Okay, I’ll head back up. See you in a while.”
>You and Windsong part and fly off.
>She heads toward the front entrance, and yourself back up to your room’s level.
>You aren’t sure Windy was completely forthcoming about the whole spying thing, but she seems to have it under control just like everything else.
>Another wakeup call ordered from the desk, and you curl up on the large bed beside your dress box.
>This is gonna be interesting.
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>>29656040
>After a gratingly cheery wakeup call nearly three hours later, you trot out of the bathroom toweling off from your hot shower.
>You feel much better now.
>Drying and brushing your mane should be plenty, and you don’t have the time or desire to visit a stylist.
>Remembering the unrelieved black of the nightgown you roll your eyes and dial the concierge’s desk.
>”Ja, Ms. Dash. How may ve be hof service?”
>A few grumbled words orders what you want, and you go back to brushing out your mane and coat.
>Half an hour later, as you look yourself over in the mirror still trying to convince yourself that your dress doesn’t emphasize more than it covers, a knock sounds at the door.
>Opening it, you find a bellhop holding a small, clear plastic box.
>”Your corsage, Ms. Dash.”
>You take the box, and hoof over the bits for your purchase.
>The little box contains a large, red rose blossom surrounded by a spray of tiny white flowers.
>Trotting carefully over to the mirror, you pin the sweet smelling ornament over your left shoulder.
>You turn around a few times in front of the mirror to see yourself from different angles before suddenly stopping in realization of what you’re doing.
>Refusing to look at the mirror again you tuck your room key under your wing and head out the door.
>You have to ride the elevator to reach the restaurant, separated as it is from the resort proper.
>Besides, flying would probably wrinkle the dress.
>Though that isn’t why you don’t fly, of course.
>You ignore the open, gaping stares from many of the other Con patrons as you ride slowly upward.
>They don’t have to make fun of you like that, sheesh.
>You step out onto the observation level halfway up the pyramid and follow the long, central walkway leading out of the front side.
>There aren’t any rooms on this level, only large open areas with tables and chairs, and huge picture windows all the way around showing the sparkling city around.

>>29656065
>Your walkway leads to an open skybridge that leads out over the resort’s entry patio.
>Suspended hundreds of feet above the ground, seeming to float at the end of the bridge is a large, shining black, stepped diamond shaped building.
>The King’s Chamber is one of the hottest dining spots in all of Las Pegasus.
>Tall gilded, black braziers crackle with flames on either side of the wide entrance.
>You make yourself start moving again after staring a moment to take in the sight.
>Complex drum beats and weaving flutes’ music wafts from within along with the smells of a dozen different mouth watering dishes.
>You take a deep breath and walk inside.
>The host pony looks you over with a discerning eye before giving a slight nod.
>”Welcome to the King’s Chamber. I am your host this evening, Servus Sol. May I inquire as to your reservation?”
“I’m Rainbow Dash. Hornshine has the reservation.”
>He blinks at you before checking his ledger with a perfunctory glance.
>”Yes, Ms. Dash. You’ve been expected. Your party is already waiting. Please follow me.”
>You walk around the small podium and into the restaurant proper following your dapper escort.
>The dining area is a large square with tiers following the exterior shape of the stepped diamond building.
>Gold, silver, enamel and lacquer work shine from every surface.
>The room is decorated to resemble some ancient king’s hoard of wealth, and it goes beyond even that in your opinion.
>Gilt carvings and friezes decorate the edges of tables.
>Statues, masks, pottery, weapons, and armors stand around everywhere, even artfully heaped in some places.
>In one corner a quintet of tribally painted ponies skillfully play a large collection of drums and flutes, both ranging in size from smaller than your hoof to big enough to crawl into.

>>29656077
>Gauzy silk skeins hang from the ceiling in a dozen colors draping in such a way that the room seems full of bright color and warmth among the treasures while giving each individual table its privacy.
>You take it all in as finely dressed wait staff waft back and forth bearing trays of scrumptious looking delights and the soft murmur of countless conversations wash over you.
>Sol leads you on a winding path around the tables and you catch half seen glimpses of ponies behind the silks screening, noticing that you actually look...not out of place here.
>”Here you are, Ms. Dash. Please, make yourself comfortable, and enjoy the hospitality of the King’s Chamber.”
>You snap your head around as Sol pulls back a sheer length of hanging to reveal a large, round table where Hornshine and Windsong sit chatting softly.
“Hey guys!”
>You trot happily up to the table and drop into a seat across from them.
>They both stop talking and stare wide eyed at you.
“Guys?”
>They both jump slightly and look at each other before looking up and away quickly.
>Why in Equestria are they blushing?
>Hornshine winces with a grunt as Windsong hoofs his shoulder harder than seems friendly before speaking up.
>”Hi, Dash. Um, you look...really nice.”
>”Ahum...really nice, yeah.”
>Hornshine rubs his shoulder as he grimaces at Windy.
“You guys don’t have to sugar coat it. It was a last minute thing! I had to have something if I wanted to be let in, right?”
>Hornshine is wearing a smart looking, short, black blazer with a finely knotted gray cravat, and Windy looks like a whole different pony in lilac folds of silk with her mane styled in thick curls.
>Windsong’s eyes bulge slightly.
>”Hyeah...last minute, huh?”
>Hornshine is grinning evilly at her and she looks ready to hit him again.
>You look back and forth between them, confused.
“Well, yeah. I didn’t think I’d need anything like this. It’s always such a hassle too. It took almost an hour to get ready!”

>>29656083
>Hornshine chokes into his drink, snorting his fizzy juice all over the table.
>His marefriend smacks his back as he struggles to breathe with a dangerous glare in her eyes.
>You order a drink from a passing waiter to take your attention from your insane friends.
>When you look back Hornshine is smiling happily at her as she uses a napkin to wipe off the table with a small smile on her face.
“So have you guys already ordered yet? I guess we’re still waiting for Anon…”
>Windy nods.
>”He’s not here yet, so we haven’t ordered anything but drinks.”
>Hornshine raises his empty glass to signal a waiter.
>”They have some really great appetizers though, if you want something sooner.”
>You look over the menu as Hornshine gets his drink refreshed and chat back and forth with them about which dishes you should try.
>”Here we are, Mr. Anonymous.”
>The dry voice of the host pony, even dryer saying Anon’s name, brings a quick hush to your party.
>The silk is drawn aside by a gleaming hoof to reveal the guest of honor.
>Anon steps into the table area with a very nervous smile on his face, holding a white square of lace-edged handkerchief that he uses to quickly wipe his face before nodding to each of you.
>He looks pretty awesome in a close fitting black suit nearly as dark as your dress.
>That matched by the blizzard white shirt you’d seen earlier, and the shiny red tie you’d suggested fastened with a silver tie pin.
>Realizing that the silence had gone longer than would be comfortable for anypony, you quickly stand up and walk around to stand next to him.
“Hornshine, Windsong, this is my friend Anonymous.”
>You turn to look up at him.
“Anon, these are my friends Hornshine and Windsong”
>You gesture at the two staring ponies.
>His face twitches as he looks over them, but his smile doesn’t look so painfully fixed.
>”H-hi. Hello, Hornshine.”
>He gives a small bow.
>”Hi, Windsong. I’m...j-just call me Anon.”
>Windsong gives a small squeak and sways in her chair.

>>29656088
>Her coltfriend quickly wraps a hoof around her shoulder and waves a napkin in her face.
>He looks apologetically at Anon’s stricken face.
>”Sorry, Anon. She’s just a really big fan. She’s been looking forward to this...a lot.”
>Windsong shakes free of Horny’s hoof and stands up to walk around in front of Anon.
>She shifts from hoof to hoof, looking around behind Anon, up at the ceiling, and back over her shoulder at Hornshine.
>Anon looks at you fearfully, but you just give him a confident smile and a nod.
>”Um...Anon...sweet Sun! I’m never like this! Just, COULD I PLEASE HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH?”
>She scrunches her eyes closed and quickly holds out a small booklet and pen.
>Anon jumped a foot into the air when she suddenly shouted the last bit out all in a rush, but with a hand over his chest and breathing a little hard, his smile becomes real for the first time you’d seen outside of his rooms.
>”Sure, Windsong. Here..”
>He takes the book and pen from her, and flips it open making her open one eye to study him cautiously.
>”Here you go, ‘To my dearest Windsong. Thank you. -Anonymous’. That alright?”
>She carefully takes the book back from him as if it might shatter in an instant.
>”That’s perfect. Thank you so much!”
>You smile wryly at the two of them and look over at Hornshine who returns your expression with a shrug.
“Soooo, you guys wanna sit down?”
>They both start and look around quickly.
>”Yeah, um...sorry.”
>”Of course! Geez, Dash. Way to make it awkward.”
>You laugh at Windsong’s quickly regained composure and gesture to the seat next to yours for Anon.
>Anon sits gingerly at the edge of his seat and rests his elbows on the table.
>You seat yourself as well and hoof him a menu before looking around for a waiter.
>”That's a really nice dress, Rainbow.”
>You roll your eyes and look past him, holding your hoof in the air to get a passing server’s attention.
“Late to the party, Anon. Everypony’s already given me guff about my stupid dress.”

>>29656093
>Anon stares at you.
>”What? No, real-”
>”Don't bother, Anon. She doesn't see it.”
>Hornshine cuts him off gently while stirring his bright red cocktail with a stalk of celery.
>You have no idea what they're talking about, but you're not about to let them know that.
“Ha, yeah. Classic me, am I right?”
>Windsong busies herself by attempting to drown in her coffee.
>Shortly, everyone orders their food and more drinks.
>”So, Anon…”
>Hornshine speaks up between snacking on wine sautéed mushrooms with ricotta.
>”...tell us about yourself. We've heard very little despite how much Rainbow talks about you. Me and Windy here are locals. And we've been helping keep the Con together since it started.”
>Anon toys with his spoon for a moment as Windy nods encouragingly.
>”Well, I'm what's called a human. I guess that's first. I'm from a different place. A different world.”
>He shrugs self consciously.
>”The details are a bit hazy after all this time. But the short version is that I woke up one day, and I wasn't in bed. I was in the middle of a meadow by a road.”
>Windsong’s eyes pop.
>”Wow...just like that? Scary.”
>Anon nods, and you nudge his drink toward him.
>He takes a drink with a grateful smile.
>”I had no idea where I was. I followed the road, and I came to a town. Suburbs. Near Manehattan.”
>He hunches his shoulders.
>”I'd never seen talking ponies before. I thought I was going crazy. They thought it was a monster attack.”
>He shakes his head and drains his glass.
>”The details aren't important. I ran away, but rumors were quicker. Everywhere I went had heard stories of the Screaming Hairless Ape and I'd no sooner get near a group of ponies than get chased off.”
>He stirs his lentil and potato stew around with a distant look in his eyes, not even seeing the waiter refreshing his sweet tea.

>>29656099
>”Most of the time. Sometimes...I guess I looked so pathetic. I was hungry a lot back then. Some farm ponies out in the country would give me a meal, or a place to sleep for the night. Like a hayloft, or under the chicken coop. A few even gave me some money when I left and wished me good luck. But it was always clear that I was supposed to leave.”
>Windsong reaches out to take Hornshine’s hoof, and he holds it and pats it comfortingly.
>Anon dips a torn off piece of roll in his stew and chews it thoughtfully.
“And that's when you found Griffonstone, right?”
>He looks at you as if suddenly remembering where he is.
>”Oh, yeah. That's right.”
>He shrugs and looks at the other two, pausing to give them a small smile of comfort.
>”I'm probably making it sound worse than it really was. I was fourteen. And I guess it could've been a lot worse. The Griffons barely looked at me twice. As long as I could pay my way, they were satisfied.”
>Windsong leans forward.
>”Is that when you started to write?”
>You mentally bless your friend as Anon’s demeanor becomes less dark and he seems to relax.
>”Yeah. I figured my world had a lot of stuff to offer like music and fiction. It took a while to find my niche, but I started adapting adventure novels I loved to be about Daring Do. Most of the details had to be rewritten, but the major plot points are mostly the same.”
>He seems not to notice Windy’s shocked look as he focuses on eating and talking more animatedly.
>Your brain races to think how to help Windy deal with this little fact you'd never considered before.
>Hornshine just looks at you sternly.
>”The experience has been invaluable. After the first few, since the stories started to deviate more and more, I had to make more and more of it up myself. The ones I released last year are the first that are, like, ninety nine percent me. Now I just use themes and basic concepts of the genre. It's not as hard as you'd think.”

>>29656104
>Windy and Hornshine both look up at that, and you breathe easier.
>”So, it’s all original work now?”
>Windy’s question makes your wings ruffle nervously.
>Anon shrugs.
>”As original as it can be. I mean, I'm using a character from another series, and themes from pulp adventure serials, but yeah, the stories are mine.”
>Windy gives Hornshine a knowing thump on his foreleg as if chide him for being worried.
>Horny just rolls his eyes.
>”Your newer works are definitely your best. It's all steadily improved over the years, but I finally started reading you last year. I was only mildly interested before because of Windy here.”
>Windsong hugs her autograph book to her chest before returning to her quiche.
>”Amplitude’s going to spit!”
>You turn to grin at Anon.
“He's another friend of theirs. So, you feeling alright?”
>Anon stops in the act of wiping out his empty bowl with the rest of the roll.
>He smiles back. Warmly!
>”Yeah. I feel okay. Y’know...the semi privacy helps, but…”
>He looks at Windy and Hornshine.
>”You guys are just...I'm glad I came.”
>He shrugs again, embarrassed.
>Windsong smiles back and Hornshine offers a hoof bump that Anon clumsily returns.
>You feel muscles unknotting that you hadn't realized were tight as you finally relax a bit.
>Shortly, your entrées appear, and you all share some light chatter about Daring Do and your favorite parts of various stories.
>As time moves you on to a dessert of chocolate drizzled, hot cherry pies made individually in tiny crocks, Anon looks up a bit nervously at the other two.
>”I have a question for you, if you don't mind.”
>You're pretty sure this is the hurdle you've been anticipating, and your friends quickly assure Anon he can ask whatever he wants.
>”Well, what do you know about...the Elements of Harmony?”

>>29656112
>They both look questioningly at you before Windsong looks slowly sideways back at Anon.
>It takes serious effort to school your face to neutrality to give away nothing.
>”Wweeeell...Rainbow’d know more about that than anypony. She's the Element of Loyalty.”
>Anon nods seriously as she speaks.
>”She told me. I meant more...you've seen all the crazy stuff happening these last few years. Doesn't it seem like Cele...like Equestria is, i dunno, expanding its influence?”
>Windsong looks at her coltfriend for help.
>”What, like creating an empire or something? C’mon, Anon. Luna knows, if she had any ideas like that she'd have started it a few hundred years ago don't ya think?”
>Hornshine grins and gestures with his hoof.
>”I mean, why wait til now?”
>Anon idly takes a bite of his little pie.
>”I see what you mean, but she's not really a thousand years old, of course. I've heard ponies talk about her thousand years of peace, but that's just a sayin-”
>He cuts off and looks around the table at the dumbfounded looks coming from all of you.
>”What?”
>This human is completely off his rocker.
“You think it's just a saying? Anon. She's really ruled Equestria for over a thousand years. She's an Alicorn.”
>You smile wonderingly at his stunned look, and Hornshine speaks up.
>”Did you think Princess Luna being her sister was just another saying? Because they're both royals?”
>Anon nods mutely.
>Horny chuckles as Anon tries to absorb this information.
>”I'd always wondered why an ancient ruler like her didn't supplant Celestia after returning. But if Luna really is her younger sister…”
>”It makes more sense now right? And it's ‘Princess’ Luna, Anon.”
>Hornshine’s light hearted rebuke brings a grin to Anon’s face as Windsong smirks.
>”Of course! Millennial Diarchs benevolently ruling a magical kingdom of colorful ponies. I don't know why I ever doubted.”
>You all chuckle at his amused consternation.
>”She’s not perfect, Anon.”

>>29656121
>Windy nods at his words and jumps in.
>”And nopony expects her to be. Quite apart from controlling the Sun and Moon, before Princess Luna returned anyway, she's actually pretty good at it.”
>The look on Anon’s face makes you think maybe he doubted that story too.
>You poke him in the ribs, making him jump.
“If you don't believe it Anon, I know a Princess or two pretty well. I'll bet Princess Celestia’d make it do a few figure eights if you asked real nice!”
>You can't help but to laugh at the surprised look on his face.
>He relaxes back again, and runs his fingers through his hair.
>”No thanks, Rainbow. No Princesses yet, please.”
>Everyone laughs at that, and the dessert portion goes by without incident.
>Finally, as everyone cleans the last bits away you offer to walk back in with Anon.
>Hornshine and Windy both say good night, speaking their intention to stay for some dancing, and you and Anon quietly walk out into the warm night air.
>”That was...unexpectedly nice, Rainbow. Thanks.”
>You yawn widely, but still manage to smile at him as you enter the pyramid.
“So, think you might stick around for the rest of the Con?”
>He thinks a moment, and nods.
>”Yeah, that sounds like it could be fun.”
>You thump his hip as you approach the elevators.
“Good! Cause you owe me for walking out on my super generous spa day.”
>He smiles, but looks a bit nervous trying to avoid the curious looks from the other ponies queuing for the elevator.
>”Hah, you got it, Rainbow. I'll think of...of something.”
>The doors open, and he rushes inside.
>You quickly follow, and apologizing you firmly tell the others to wait for the next one. Your friend is feeling ill.
>After the doors slide closed you turn to see Anon leaning his head on the cool glass at the back of the elevator.
>”Sorry, R-rainbow...I-”
>You pat his side and smile comfortingly as you quickly rise up to his floor.
“No need to be sorry. You're doing well. It's not gonna get better all at once.”

>>29656137
>Again he gives you that grateful smile and heaves a sigh.
>”Yeah. Baby steps, right?”
>You nod and lead him out to his door.
“Here ya go! Safe and sound. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?”
>He fumbles his key into the lock and nods an assent.
>”Oh, and Rainbow?”
>You turn to look curiously.
>”You really do look great tonight. I don't think the others were kidding either.”
>Heat flushes your cheeks and you quickly turn away.
“I always look awesome, Anon! I'm used to ponies lookin’ at me!”
>You hear a soft chuckle and the click of his door closing.
>Peering back over your shoulder you see he's gone in.
>You let out a long breath and flick your tail as you prepare to glide out over the rail, nice dress or no.
>What does he know, anyway?
>You quickly swoop down to your own door several levels below.
>Even with your earlier naps, your activities are piling up on you.
>You push your door open and drag into your room feeling like each step adds a hundred pound weight to your back.
>You collapse across your bed, wondering if it's possible to sleep in the dress without ruining it.
>”Took you long enough. Wow, Rainbow. Never thought you'd wear something so...slinky~!”
>The familiar voice out of nowhere makes you yelp and leap into the air.
>In a shadowed corner, a shape stirs and leans forward into the lamplight.
>Her safari hat tilts back revealing a vindictive smile and fierce eyes.
>”I’m here to deal with a thieving scumbag, I thought you might be down to help!”
>Your eyes bulge as you stare at her open mouthed.
“A...A. K.?”

>>29656157

>Your heart beats a staccato rhythm to match anything the drummers played tonight.
>Thoughts lurch through your muddied brain trying to make sense of what you’re seeing as your friend and hero starts laughing openly from the armchair in the corner.
>”Rainbow, your FACE!”
>She collapses sideways laughing uncontrollably across the chair as your face lights up like a signal fire.
“I’M JUST-”
>You instantly moderate your volume and lower yourself to the bed to stop your wings’ overanimated flapping.
“I’m just surprised. That’s all. I wasn’t expecting somepony in...hey! How’d you get in my room?”
>A.K. Yearling wipes a tear from one eye as her mirth subsides into fits of soft giggling.
>”Rainbow, sweet Celestia, I don’t think I’ve ever seen somepony go through so many facial expressions so fast.”
>She sits up and adjusts her hat as before clopping her hooves together twice to bring up the rest of the room’s lights.
>”I was hoping to surprise you, but that was just PERFECT.”
>Making up for your earlier loss of composure a bit, you manage to avoid reacting to her prodding.
>You flick your tail and hop down onto the floor with a dismissive look.
“Breaking and entering in a five star resort could surprise anypony, A.K. Did you decide to go for a job change?”
>Her eyes flash, but still look amused as you see her looking you over.
>Realizing you’re still wearing the filmy, clinging black dress you quickly start hauling it off.
>No way you can maintain any dignity while you’re wearing that.
>Your brain still whirls with what she’d first said. She has to be talking about Anon...right?
>The tan pegasus rolls her eyes as you struggle with the enfolding fabric and hops up to come help you off with it.
>”Careful, Dash. A nice piece like this’ll be ruined if you tug on it like that.”
>You take pointed notice of her continued smirk as she helps you out of the dress before folding it carefully into its box on the bed.

>>29656178
“I just needed it for one night. I had to wear it or they wouldn’t let me in. Anyway, what are you doing here, A.K.?
>She looks at the dress box thoughtfully and you catch a mumble...something about being the same size?
>Her eyes turn to look up at you.
>”I already said, didn’t I? Oh, and Rainbow, I know I told you to call me A.K. when we’re in public together, but this is TenochtiCon. Ponies hear that and I’ll get swarmed. So, while we’re here Daring Do is just fine.”
>Despite the oddness of the situation a thrill runs up your spine.
“Really?! That is AWESOME!”
>You leap into the air pumping your hoof as she smiles at you.
>”Yeah, I like coming to the conventions sometimes. Here, I’m just one Daring Do among dozens. Nopony cares or thinks I’m the ‘real’ one, anyway.”
>You laugh and slip to the floor again.
>”I hadn’t thought of that. It’s gotta be fun though, seeing all these ponies dressing up like you and imitating your adventures.”
>She smirks again and looks pointedly at the pile of discarded Daring Do costumes in the corner of the room making you blush faintly.
>What? She already knows you’re a huge fan.
>”It’s fun for the most part, but you really haven’t lived until you have some filly come trotting up to you to list all the reasons why you look NOTHING like Daring Do should.”
>She sighs with a long-suffering smile and shrugs her wings.
>”Comes with the territory I guess.”
>You snort and walk over to hoof her a can of cola.
“Oh yeah. Fame. Glory. Money. Adoring fans. You’re in one heck of a bind.”
>Your smile takes any heat from the words and she chuckles as well.
>”It’s good to see you Rainbow, but like I said. This isn’t all vacation for me.”
>She sips her drink and settles back into her previous armchair as you take the one across from her.
>”This is your first time at TC, right? Have you ever heard of this pony, Anonymous?”
>You nearly spit out your drink.

>>29656188
“Anonymous? He...um...yeah. I’ve heard of him…”
>Her eyebrows raise, but she doesn’t immediately comment.
>”Hmm...well. Anyways, he’s been plagiarizing my work for years now, and it’s caused some problems with my publishers.”
>She waves a hoof at you quickly.
>”Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have a problem with fanfiction. Far from it. The problem is the legal issues and his fanbase causing problems trying to get my people to publish him too.”
>She sighs.
>”He’s always been elusive. And Griffonstone doesn’t give a rotten apple for copyright laws in Equestria. Trying to deal with this by paper has been a nightmare.”
>You start in your seat.
“You...contacted him about this?”
>Daring do nods thoughtfully.
>”Of course. Dozens of letters, cease and desist notifications, requests for meetings, even a few subpoenas.”
>She sips her cola and looks wistfully out the windows.
>This is bad.
>”So far, he’s been impossible to pin down. His name is well earned. But now…”
>She slaps one hoof down into the other.
>”Now I’ve got him right where I want him. He’s here, in Equestria. In Las Pegasus. In this very resort. AND, he brought enough of that compost he calls fanfiction that he’s violated import laws as well.”
>You feel your heart clench in your chest.
>”I’m not gonna bother with the guards. I’m gonna handle this Daring Do style. We’re going to find this Anonymous, arrest him, and haul him to the guards ourselves!”
>She finishes her speech with another grinding motion of her hooves.
>”I say ‘we’. I’m hoping you’ll be free enough to lend a hoof.”
>She looks at you expectantly as your brain struggles to remember how to form words.
>Your mind is in a hurricane of tossing thoughts and emotions.
>Of course Anon had been approached about his shady business. How had you not asked about that?
>Why had he continued?

>>29656203
>And Daring Do wants justice...can you really say she doesn’t deserve it?
>Your head starts to throb as you feel almost physically torn between your two friends.
>”Dash? Rainbow Dash? You okay? I mean...you don’t have to help if you don’t want to. I just thought…”
>Your friend looks crestfallen a bit as she makes to stand up.
“NO! I want to help!”
>You leap out of your chair and place a hoof on her shoulder.
“There has to be a way to help with this. I...I’ll come up with something. We can figure this out!”
>She looks bewildered and you realize how weird you’d sounded.
>But you can’t just lie to her.
>Your face scrunches up as you try to figure a way to deal with this.
>A full day of activities and other worries is making you sluggish as it is.
>You wish Windsong were here.
“WINDSONG!”
>Daring Do leans back squinting her eyes as her ears flick in annoyance.
>”Did you have to scream at me? And what’s a windsong?”
>You back away a step sheepishly before talking animatedly.
“I met some ponies here at the Con! Windsong is the pegasus head of security, and her coltfriend Hornshine works for ConSec too! They’re my friends, and I’m sure they could help us figure out...figure out what to do about Anonymous.”
>You wince inwardly. It still feels like you’re lying. But you have to get to the bottom of this. Jumping to conclusions hasn’t helped anypony yet.
>She nods slowly.
>”I’d hoped to get into this ASAP.”
>She smiles up at you.
>”That way we’d have time to enjoy some of the Con. But, having ConSec on our side would be a big help. It’s too late to get them now, unless you think they’re still up at a room party or something?”
>You mull that over, but the two of them looked to be settling in to a romantic evening for two as you’d left the King’s Chamber.
>They probably wouldn’t appreciate being disturbed.
“Probably best to wait til morning. Besides, I’m wiped out as it is.”

>>29656208
>Daring nods in fervent agreement, and you suddenly notice just how tired she looks as well.
>”Sounds good. I’m beat as well. I’ll go get a room, and we’ll meet up in the morning, ‘kay?”
>You nod for a moment before registering what she’s saying and snort derisively.
“Get a room? In the middle of the Con? You won’t find a broom closet without somepony in it. The resort’s been booked solid since three weeks after they opened reservations last year.”
>Daring Do looks perturbed for a moment.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve got this massive bed. Just stay with me, and we can take care of this stuff in the morning.”
>She brightens visibly, looking at you with a smile.
>”Great idea! Thanks, Rainbow. It was a long flight here, and I didn’t fancy having to find a different hotel.”
>You chat back and forth a bit about more mundane things as you call room service for some extra towels and amenities.
>A luxurious bath seems to leech what remaining energy your friend possessed, and she quickly buries herself under the covers on one side of the bed.
>Begging a short time to settle your belongings and make room for her small amount of luggage, you quietly wait for her to slip off to sleep.
>Tired as you are, you have to do a few things before you can get some rest too.
>It’s amazing to see your friend again, but her arrival had thrown everything into chaos.
>You stifle a massive yawn as you rummage in your belongings and wait to hear her breathing even out.
>Nothing involving Anon can ever be simple, it seems.
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>It doesn’t take long for Daring Do to start breathing deeply with a soft snort every so often.
>You sigh and force your creaking legs into motion.
>Thinking it over and over in your mind had produced no solutions.
>You don’t want Anon to get in trouble, but you also don’t want to let down your idol.
>You shake your head in frustration as you silently slip out the door.

>>29656223
>It’s not really a surprise that he’s got legal troubles thanks to that.
>They’ll probably fine him. Heavily. Maybe even everything he’s got.
>You rest your forelegs over the railing and gaze down into the Atrium’s only slightly smaller swarms.
>He could even face jail time.
>You really need to consult somepony on this, but now you’re caught between TWO stupid secrets.
>Nopony knows Daring Do is real, Anon is hiding his identity, and A.K. is trying to keep her author status a secret as well. THREE Sun blinded secrets!
“Horseapples!”
>You smack a hoof onto the railing.
>Why does everypony have to be so completely shady all the time?!
>All the secrecy makes your mane itch.
“So...Anon, or Windy…”
>It’s too late to contact the Ponyville gang.
>Without dragonfire you couldn’t get a message fast enough anyway.
>You’re just about to glide down to knock at Windsong’s door, but quickly remember the way she was looking at Hornshine earlier and think better of it.
>Instead, you flit out over the expanse and circle upward to the suites.
>Trotting up to the now familiar door of your friendly alien, you knock softly.
>It shouldn’t be enough to wake him if he’s already asleep.
>”Just a sec!”
>His voice muffled through the door makes you feel relieved and on edge all at once.
>His peephole darkens and you think you hear a chuckle before the door pulls open.
>Anon stands holding the door looking at you with a small smile.
>”Didn’t expect you tonight, Rainbow. What’s up? You look like you’re about to collapse where you’re standing.”
>Wearing one of the resort’s fluffy white robes and holding a small glass of amber liquid, he leads you back into the softly lit sitting room of the suite.
“I’ve got a problem, Anon.”
>He stops in the act of sitting down, and then slowly lowers himself into the chair.
>”Okay, what kind of probem? Can I help?”

>>29656234
>You feel a rush of gratefulness at his immediate offer, but take your time sitting down on the couch across from him.
“It’s...complicated. But it involves you, so...I just don’t know what to do.”
>He looks concerned and waits for you to continue, but raises an eyebrow after the silence stretches for a while.
>”Rainbow...I can’t exactly help if you don’t tell me what’s going on. It involves...me?”
>You nod with your ears flat, not looking at him.
>He looks at you thoughtfully for a moment.
>”Um...well, so what’s the issue? I thought we got along great tonight...with your friends I mean. So, what’s the pro-”
>He cuts off, eyes going wide before his face colors red and he quickly gulps nearly half the glass of liquor.
>”R-rainbow...I mean, w-we haven’t known each other for very long…”
>You jerk up straight in your seat, mouth gaping.
“NO! Not anything like that! For Celestia’s sake! I’m friends with A.K. Yearling who’s secretly really Daring Do, and she showed up in my room tonight out of the blue saying she wants to track you down and bring you to justice! What the hay, Anon?”
>His face goes so pale as he sits thunderstruck like a poleaxed ox that you grow suddenly concerned.
>”You...you’re serious...aren’t you?”
>You nod.
>His glass slips from numb fingers and bounces on the rug pouring his drink out over the floor.
>He lowers his face into his hands and takes a long, shuddering breath.
“Anon…?”
>Your mouth tightens as you inwardly berate yourself for blurting all that out at once. But you had to say it eventually, right?
>He stands up quickly.
>”Okay, I have to go. I have to leave now. Maybe I can make it back to Griffonstone before she...what?”
>You shake your head sadly.
“Anon, you don’t get it. You’re about as far from Griffonstone as you can be, and she’s Daring Do. The REAL Daring Do.The only reason the guards don’t have you already is because she wants to handle it personally. A-and...she wants me to help.”

>>29656240
>He looks at you suspiciously before his face smooths over again and he runs his fingers through his hair.
>”Well, you’re here, so I guess that means you’re trying to help me...right?”
>The pleading look in his eyes is heartbreaking.
>You take a deep breath.
“I want to help, Anon. I really do. But I don’t know what to do. She has a right to come after you.”
>Anon starts pacing back and forth, nodding and muttering under his breath.
>”Makes sense now. How you were so adamant. This is a disaster. I knew I shouldn’t have come to Equestria. Ponies always make my life a nightmare…”
>You leap up into the air angrily and swoop to hover directly in front of him.
“NO Anon!”
>You halt him with your gaze alone.
“This is NOT A.K.’s fault! You knew you were doing something wrong! You said so when we first met! And A.K. said she’s sent you tons of letters and stuff to get you to stop! YOU kept going, YOU kept selling, YOU came to Equestria to push the stories, this is YOUR fault!”
>He stares at you, dumbfounded.
“I’m here to help you, Anon. I don’t want you thrown in jail, or fined until you’re homeless again, but this is not because of ponies. If you want my help, you’re gonna have to face up to the fact that you did this to you.”
>His mouth works soundlessly for a moment as anger and shame war across his face.
>Finally, he slumps and totters backward to fall into his chair.
>”You’re right...I’m sorry Rainbow Dash. This is all my fault.”
>He puts his face in his hands again.
>”But what in God’s name can I do?”
>You swish your tail, still angry, but you fly back to settle back onto the couch.
“I dunno, okay? We have to figure it out. I’m exhausted and I don’t have any answers yet. We have to figure this out though. You’re both my friends.”
>He looks up at the matter of fact tone in your voice.
>”You say that like...that’s all that matters to you, isn’t it?”
>You look at him, confused.
“Well, yeah. What else is there?”

>>29656248
>His smiles, looking ashamed again, then grateful.
>”Thanks, Rainbow.”
>You wave a hoof at him.
“For what? Anyway, we’re not out of the clouds yet.”
>He nods, and you start thinking as hard as you can.
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>You both sit in silence as the minutes tick past softly from the carriage clock on the table.
>Anon shifts and shuffles uncomfortably before finally standing up and going to rummage around in the minibar.
>”You know...it’s a lot more, um, serious knowing she’s...real.”
>You look up at him.
“Daring Do?”
>He nods.
>”Yeah. I thought she was just an adventure story character. Did the books really happen too?”
>You take the bottle of cream soda he hands you and murmur a thanks.
“Mhmm. She’s the real deal, and her stories too. I never asked her why she started writing them down into books, though. I’ll have to do that if I can remember.”
>Anon takes his seat with his own soda and a bowl of cashews.
>The silence stretches on more and more.
>There seems to be a soft buzzing between your ears that defies any serious attempt at thought or planning.
>Your body feels like you’re in a pool of cold molasses.
>”D’you...do you think it’d matter to her that I’m stopping?”
>Your eyes shoot up to his.
“You are? Writing?”
>He gestures with his open bottle.
>”No, not writing all together. Just, after talking with you guys and all that I was thinking maybe it was time to give up Daring Do and try to go my own way.”
>He smiles at nothing and munches a few cashew halves.
>”I couldn’t give up writing adventure stories. It’s the only thing that makes me happy. I love knowing someone is reading my stuff and enjoying it.”
>He shrugs.
>”But honestly, I never exactly felt ‘right’ about riding on Daring Do’s tail. I did it to make ends meet, but I don’t have that issue now.”
>He barks a laugh and runs a quick hand through his hair.
>”At least, I don’t until I’m thrown in the stocks and fined until I’m destitute.”

>>29656257
>You hadn’t dared hope for this. Not yet, anyway.
>You’re no shrink, but you can at least figure out that Anon has to give up Daring Do on his own for it to be a true change that lasts.
>And now he’s offering it himself?
>Cautiously, you sip your drink and eye him sideways over the lip.
“You sure about that, Anon? You’re a big fan of hers too, and you’ve been doing it for so long.”
>He opens his mouth to answer immediately, but stops and thinks for a moment before nodding and looking up at you.
>”Yeah. I’m sure. You’re right, I do love Daring Do stories, but in my case it’s the stories themselves and not her character that I’m drawn to. I just love pulp adventure.”
>He shrugs again.
>”I couldn’t stop reading ‘em or writing ‘em if I wanted to. But...well…”
>He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, almost writhing around.
>”You have to understand. When I started doing this there was one book. Just one.”
>He looks at you earnestly.
>”Everyone was clamoring for a new one, even the Griffons! A.K. Yearling couldn’t be found for comments or interviews, and it looked like the whole shebang was gonna just fade into obscurity.”
>He takes a long pull from the soda.
>”And it’s sooo much like the stories I read as a kid. I didn’t think it’d be hurting anything when I started. So I wrote my first. Just a rewrite of one of the books I had on my world, but with Daring Do.”
“But...even in that first one I’m guessing you didn’t use Daring Do’s name or any other character names from the book, right?”
>He blinks and smiles sheepishly.
>”Well, no. I was...worried about things like copyrights. Didn’t know if ponies even had such things, but…”
>His voice trails off as he catches your full meaning.
>”So yeah, I guess I knew even then that I was doing something wrong.”
>You yawn widely and settle into the couch more comfortably.
>”And then I got kind of riled up. No, that’s too soft. Yearling pissed me off.”
>Halfway through another yawn your jaws click as you look sharply at him.

>>29655968
tripfags in poneland

>>29656268
“hauWhat? What did A.K. do to ‘you’?”
>Anon quickly shakes his head.
>”It’s silly. Stupid really, but I was still just a kid at the time. So, I came out with my manuscript. Got a small printing group in Griffonstone to publish and I sent a traveling pony to an early convention in Baltimare. It was a pretty small one compared to TC, but it was all about fiction and adventure stories. My story sold like crazy after the first day, once word spread.”
>He drains the remainder of his soda and idly flips and twirls it in his hands.
>”Pretty soon I was sending crates of prints to every gathering of fiction lovers I could. Some sold more, some less, but all of ‘em made a good profit. Then, after a few months and finally starting to live decently…”
>He looks troubled and starts picking the label of the bottle.
>”Well...A.K. Yearling published a second book out of nowhere.”
>He shakes his head.
>”No warning, no fanfare. Just BOOM, published. I found out when I was passing the Griffonstone library. I rushed home. I was actually excited.”
>He smiles wryly.
>”I went to grab some bits and run to the bookstore, but I got stopped by a courier Griffon with an express letter.”
>You just watch him strongly suspecting what that letter contained.
>He straightens his back and pulls back his shoulders taking on a mock official tone and expression.
>”Mr. Anonymous, it has come to our attention that you are creating and selling merchandise associated with properties owned by India Black & Mulberry Publishing Co. Daring Do and related intellectual properties and materials are copyright A.K. Yearling. We request and require your immediate cessation of all works and trade involving these properties. Failure to comply will result in our legal recourse. Thank you for your interest in India Black & Mulberry Publishing Co.’s products.”
>He smiles coldly and spins the bottle sideways on the table.
>You can’t help the frown on your face. Why are official letters always like that?

>>29656271
Remember when people used to 'park' in thread?

>>29656276

“That sucks, Anon. But angry letters from publishers can’t be all that bad. And besides, you really were doing what they said.”
>He nods quickly, but then shakes his head.
>”It wasn’t the letter. Not by itself, anyway. It was the timing, Rainbow.”
>He sighs and leans back.
>”No sooner had I started making a decent profit...more than decent really...than A.K. Yearling comes out of the woodwork after years in seclusion to produce another novel. It was just too convenient.”
>You hop up and start pacing around the table to keep your foggy mind from drifting.
“I can see how it looked, but it WAS a coincidence. Daring Do just probably didn’t have a story worthy adventure up til then.”
>”But I didn’t know she was REAL, Rainbow Dash. A bunch of the Griffons agreed with me too. Said I had just picked up something that A.K. had obviously left behind, and now that I’d made it popular again she wanted to swoop in and take it.”
>Your eyes widen.
“That’s crazy, Anon! My friend Twilight has been a fan since the books came out, and she told me they’ve always been insanely popular.”
>He shakes his head again.
>”You’re right, but I was pissed. I live outside of Equestria, so I took what I heard at face value. It wasn’t hard to pass a few bits and convince the Griffon embassy and functionaries to ignore what I was doing in the name of ruffling feathers in Ponyland.”
>You nod thoughtfully as another jaw creaking yawn rolls through you. Griffons seem to delight in being a nuisance to ponykind as a matter of fact. Some of them, anyway.
>”You know, it’s funny.”
>He looks up musingly before throwing his bottle across the room into a trash can.
>”Because of that I started thinking of myself as her competitor.”
“You’re crazy.”
>You half laugh the words as you plop onto the floor tiredly.
>He laughs as well.

>>29656284
>”Everything seemed to bear out the idea though. She started publishing more often too. Still not as much as me, but mine weren’t as popular as hers. I took every angry letter from that point on as a sort of...war trophy.”
>He blushes faintly and looks away.
>You snort and laugh again softly.
“Sounds like you got yourself all wrapped around the twist for nothing.”
>You flick your ears as you consider all this.
“So now, you’ve made a good life for yourself, and you’re not at war with Daring Do, and you’re willing to stop?”
>He pauses for a moment before nodding firmly.
>”Yeah. I thought A.K. was...I dunno, only writing still because I’d revived her first story. I know! I know it’s stupid, but it’s what I really thought at the time. I don’t know when I stopped believing that, but by that time I was in too deep in my competition with her to care.”
>He settles his head back onto the back of the chair.
>”She has plenty of reason to hate me ‘now’. I don’t know if stopping will even matter at this point.”
>You snap your eyes open as they try to droop and yawn hugely again.
“D..dhhhoon’t worry Anon. That’s why I’m hhere. A.K.’s a good pony. I think I can convince her that you’re a good human.”
>Anon pales and goes stiff.
“Anon, you’re gonna have to meet her I think. At least I have to be able to tell her about you.”
>He grips the arms of his chair, but nods slowly.
>”Just...don’t spring it on me, okay? I n-need to be ready...if I’m gonna meet her after all this time. Are you sure I have to?”
>The pleading in his voice is sad, but he needs to get serious.
“If you want to stay free and comfortable in Griffonstone I think you kinda have to, Anon.”
>He nods again.
>”Okay...okay. I’m gonna try to sleep some, Rainbow. You should get some rest too.”
>You stand up as quickly as you can. That sounds like a GREAT idea.
>Turning back just as you reach his door, you see him standing with his head down. Lips moving silently.

>>29656291
“Anon, you have to deal with this sooner or later. Running now won’t help you. She’s Daring Do, and even without my help she’d find you eventually. We can handle this together, alright.”
>He still looks unsure, but tries to give a confident smile as he nods.
>”I’ll try to give it a shot, Rainbow. Just...keep me in the loop. No surprises, okay?”
>You return his confident smile more genuinely.
“I think I can handle that.”
And that's where we end for now. Sorry about my name slipping there for a bit, but I just want to reiterate that this story belongs to Rosenkreutz and I am simply cross-posting something I thought AiE would enjoy.

>>29656279
Hazardus used to park daily. I wonder if he'll ever finish his story...

>>29656279
I never forget.

>>29656331
This shit really is the most annoying thing.

>>29656352
Well excuuuse me, Princess. I thought Not Actual Rosenkrantz was finished with his for the night so i dumped mine.

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>>29656512
Aw, c-callin' me princess and shit, you're too nice, faggot.

>>29656530
How nice are your wings?

>>29656841
They're a couple of big, meaty, feathery food analogies.

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>>29656303
Thanks for taking the time to post that. I'm always looking for feedback, so comments and criticisms are appreciated. I hope y'all enjoy it!

Rosen and I were discussing an idea on a discord.

Anon somehow ends up in Equestria and eventually is in a Harem based scenario akin to Tenchi Muyo. So, you know... crazy adventures and battles with a lot of flirting would happen.

Though, in this story, Anon would be as tall as a common pony would be so whenever they get on their hindhooves they tower over him. Makes everything seem more impressive around Anon.

This is just me throwing the idea out here.

>>29657735

You had me at Tenchi Muyo, then you lost me at big ponies, then you had me again because I have a short attention span and not enough to do. I'd read it.

>>29657894
It's not as big, just they'd be normal size at their regular height with anon. Though when they stand on their hind hooves, they're taller than anon, because I fully believe a pony on it's hind hooves is... adding a couple feet.

>>29657735
>manlet anon

>>29657930

Okay I get what you're saying now. Sounds like something I'd read since it sounds like it could have a good mix different genres which is always nice.

>>29657471
Aside from the rare spelling error and word usage that wouldn't tie into ponies ("people" being one, ponies would never use that), I'm one hundred per-fuckin'-cent hooked. Great story bud, eagerly awaiting more.

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Post prompts please. Can't guarantee anything but I'll do my best to keep an open mind.

>>29658271
inb4 the same list again from that one guy

>>29658271
I prompt you to write something about Anon doing fierce battle against parasprites

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>>29658271
I hope one of these works for you:

Lifeguard Anon finds out that (PONY) can't swim.

Fluttershy needs a rare ingredient to help cure an ailing animal. Zecora tells her it can only be found deep in the Everfree.

Anon ends up in the hospital after a freak weather accident.

Anon has lived a long a fruitful life in Canterlot, advising the Princesses. Knowing his time grows short, Celestia recruits (PONY) to help him write his memoirs.

Anon becomes increasingly malnourished after a month or two living off of the equine diet available while living with (PONY).

Anon gets tired of being treated as a scary predator in Equestria, and sets off to open his own diner/steakhouse/whatever in Griffon lands.

>>29648129

I got lazy and didn't update yesterday, back with more today.

>You lay on the ground for few more minutes resting before you decide on a more dignified position sitting up with your back resting against the side of the train.
>You remove your helm and let it rest on your lap as you run across your sweat slicked brow, Stormy has gone to round up the passengers Bastion is getting the workers back to their task.
>By the time you're comfortable standing again most of the passengers have come to both you and Stormy who is positively glowing with pride for her part in this.
>Once the Passengers have been loaded back on board the train you head over to Bastion to see how repairs are coming along.
>"Should be done soon. Keep this up and you'll be a local hero."
>"Hey I was there too" Stormy interrupts in a pouty tone. "That was a 50/50 split. Okay 60/40 his way, but still"
>You laugh and give Stormy a pat on the back which nearly knocks her out of the air.
"It as an effort from the entire squad. No need to concern ourselves with individual glories, the day is won."
>"Yeah you're probably right. I bet we'll even be in the Ponyville paper tomorrow." Stormy says with that same excited grin from earlier.
>You pass a bit more time as the workers finish replacing the damaged trestles on the bridge before getting the rails fitted back in place.
>You haven't felt this sort of easy camaraderie since your time at the fortress of Aldurukh, and with that thought comes a pang of resentment.
>How low your order has sunk that you are more welcome among Xenos than your own kind, and they call you the Fallen.
>Pushing those dark thoughts aside lest they ruin your good mood you keep watch with the others until the repairs are finished.
>The work goes quickly and the rest of your watch is blessedly uneventful, most of your time spent herding curious ponies back on to the train or fielding questions about what you are.

>>29658356

>One of the ponies does mention that he could probably get you work on his cousins apple orchard with legs as strong as yours.
>You politely decline but he is insistent about at least giving you directions should you change your mind.
>You're rather at a loss about what having strong legs would have to do with an orchard anyway, perhaps they want you to pull a cart.
>The humor of that thought aside it seems the workers have finished up their task and the train is getting underway once more.
>You return to the way castle and let Stormy and Bastion be the ones to deliver the mission report to Steel Heart, as you have lessons to attend.
>That is assuming the other guards were able to find Soft Heart the materials she needed.
>Much as you had expected you find Soft Heart at the infirmary still tending to her patient with the injured leg.
>Your entry does not go unmarked, "Hello Anon, I've got everything you'll need for later. If you just wanna grab the things off my desk there and wait in the hall I'll be out in a minute."
>Doing as the diminutive nurse has instructed you gather up the materials on her desk, ink, quill, several rolls of parchment and a stack of brightly colored books.
>The top most appears to have a picture of some sort of childishly drawn canid on it. Perhaps you should have been more specific about subject matter when you made your request.
>No matter, so long as the book serves its purpose of helping you decipher their script it will serve.
>Soft Heart emerges from the infirmary after just a few moments longer. "Okay everypony should be set for the next little bit. Why don't we got to my quarters and we'll get started."
"Lead on then."
>Soft Hearts quarters are similar in size to your own, though less sparsely decorated, having a few pictures and personal effects scattered about.

>>29658369
>In the center of the room is a crate with a chair in front of it which Soft Heart takes. "We don't really have any desks your size so I figure this would work. Sorry that you'll have to sit in the floor."
>You lay out the supplies you've brought on the crate for Soft Heart to sort through.
"Don't worry about it overmuch. It was common for novitiates of the order to sit on the floor while reviving instruction from the masters."
>"Was the order some kind of knight thing?" Soft Heart asks as she sorts through the books, pulling one from the middle of the stack and placing it before you.
"Indeed. It was the Order that was responsible for carrying out the great hunt that freed Caliban from the grasp of the monsters in the forests. Now what is this?"
>"It's got the glyphs you'll need to get started in it. We'll go over what each one means and sounds like and then you'll practice copying some of them, alright?"
>With that your lessons have begun. It would seem the equestrian written language is hieratic in nature with a number of small variations due to region.
>The lessons go easily, and quickly, mostly due to your nearly eidetic memory making copying glyphs by rote or remembering their meaning a simple task.
>Within two hours you've mastered the basic alphabet and managed to make your way through the stack of children's books that Soft Heart had gotten.
>Soft Heart, who is very impressed with your progress, decided that you've done enough for the evening. "I'll see about getting some more books as soon as someone can take these back."
"I can return them if you wish. The Lieutenant has said she will have someone escort me to town tomorrow."
>"Okay sure" She says surrendering the pile of books to you. "In that case you can pick out something you want to try to read while you're there."
>"Oh and you could get some paint for your armor while you're there too." By her tone you're uncertain if she's joking or not.

>>29658384

>You spare a glance for your armor, the cermaite laid bare in a number of places, the black faded from age in others.
>Perhaps it is time to repaint it a new color, and despite the things the new Dark Angels chapter has done you have always been partial to green.
>You were already considering having a new tabard made to fit over your armor, or perhaps a hooded surcoat.
>You doubt you're going to find the materials on this world to get a new body glove, but you could get a robe, or at least some pants.
>You notice that Soft Heart has been staring at you while you've been lost in thought, apparently awaiting some sort of response.
"I will consider your suggestion. My thanks for the instruction you've given today."
>With that you take your leave and are making for your own quarters when you're intercepted by Stormy Shield.
>"For someone so big you're annoyingly hard to find, I've been looking everywhere. Lieutenant wants to see you in her office about earlier today."
>You give Stormy your thanks and head up to the office. Given the version of events that Stormy likely reported the Lieutenant probably just wants to debrief you.
>You knock before entering the office, and find Steel Heart at her desk much like earlier today. You wonder if she's even left of if she had her meals brought to her.
"You wanted to see me Lieutenant?"
>She gestures for you to approach beckoning with a wave of her hoof. "If you're gonna stay here I'm gonna have to get at least one big chair." She says as much to herself as you.
>"I just wanted to make to pay you for today, and to ask a couple of follow up questions about the mission. Private Shield is a good guard, but she can be a little prone to exaggeration at times."
>You simply nod your understanding and the Lieutenant presses on, "Now in her report Private Shield said that you stopped a runaway train."
>It is said as a statement, but the look she's giving you and the set of her brow tells you that she is skeptical.

>>29658437
>Seeing her expression, you decide to have a bit of fun.
"No Lieutenant. The train was not runaway, the brakes had been engaged."
>She nods "I thought something like that might be the case. So the train was coming to a stop on its own then?"
"That is correct Lieutenant, however the distance available to the train would have been insufficient for it to stop completely."
>The Lieutenants expression goes flat. "So how did the train stop then?"
"I assisted with the deceleration Lieutenant."
>Steel Heart, who does not look the least bit amused glances at one of the papers on her desk then back to you.
>"And you did this with your legs? Is that correct."
"Yes Lieutenant, after climbing aboard the train I braced against the engine and used my legs to slow the transport."
>"So you stopped the train. With your legs. A train, full of passengers was headed right for the bottom of Ghastly Gorge, and you stopped it with your legs."
"That would be an accurate summation of today's events, yes Lieutenant."
>Steel Heart just stares at you quietly for some time, her expression unreadable.
>"You know what, I'm not even going to bother paying you. Just get what you want in Ponyville tomorrow and tell them to send them to bill the garrison."
>"Just don't buy a house or anything ridiculous. You're dismissed."
>As you depart you're fairly certain you hear the Lieutenant muttering something about "bucking aliens".

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>>29658271
The world needs more bughorse

>>29658356

That's all I had for the moment, I'll aim to put up more later tonight if I can.
Mostly I'm trying to follow the advice of the Anons from the last thread and not get burnt out or turn this in to a chore. I've got a few more highlights planned for the near future of the story and a rough idea of where it's all ending, which will have more action.

>>29658562
YES

>>29658163
Thanks! And you're right, that was an issue, but I didn't like overusing the word 'folks'. I'll have to find a better solution. I disliked using 'people' too.

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A PONY A DAY

Today's pony is Fluttershy

>In the green fields of Equestria you lay on the grass while the afternoon sun beats on you from up high
>Your hat covers your face blocking the rays and allowing your eyes to rest
>Spring is in the air and the fresh smell of flowers a bloom and buzzing insects making their homes throws your mind at ease

>Home
>Such an arbitrary word
>The dictionary defines it as the place one lives
>Artists define it as where the heart is
>As a wanderer in love with the journey of exploration neither definition really sits
>Always on the move; watching the sky through open pastures, finding the unbeaten path in the forests, tackling the toughest mountains for a view like no other
>In many ways coming here ended up as a blessing
>It is a whole new world for you to explore full of things you could never imagine
>Cool crystal lakes cut from actual crystals where fairy sized dragons play, tunnels as deep and cavernous as cities dug out by the paws of dogs, forests so mysterious it forever changes as if having a life of its own
>Yes, there are many wonders here
>And peace
>No one ever really bothers you, the few animals most often stare in silence as you walk by
>Being given a wide berth is nice when one is merely passing through

>A bushel of fur sneaking up on you from who knows where plops itself on your face
>Using the hand resting behind your head, you grab the back of your hat and pull it far enough to spy the interloper
>Yellow wings, pink hair and a coy smile meet your gaze
"Morning Fluttershy." you say trying to avoid getting a mouth full of hair
>"I found you." she cheers softly
"You sure did."
>"That's two for two."
>Not caring to remove her from your face you simply go back to resting
>"N-not saying that you're bad at hiding or anything"
>You cannot help but smile
>She in turn is equally quiet as you both lay in the sun

>>29658709


>A breeze blows across the field ruffling her feathers filling your nose with the scent of hay and flowers
>"Anonymous?" she chirps
"Yeah?"
>"What did you see this time?"
>What indeed
>Wedging your free hand between your face and her belly you tickle her into position farther up your face so to free your mouth
"This time I went to the dry southern plains where any source of water is instantly snatched up by the tall grass. In the bush hid many creatures, big and small, and every blind step felt like a risk, but the animals I couldn't see gave a warning whenever I got close. Being able to fly like you would have been great though I suppose being larger than everything else is a close second."
>"You didn't see any elephants or giraffes?"
"Not this time. Maybe the next."
>"I wish I could do something like that, but I'm simply not brave enough."
>You pat her on the head
"You could come with me."
>"Oh no, I can't. My home's here."
>You give on last pet then pull your arm away
"Suppose you're right."
>Her smile wavers, but then beams brighter than ever
>"Maybe next time I can take a mini vacation."
>You chuckle
"I'd enjoy the company."

>>29656279
That was such a 2014 thing. Now we just Anonymously lurk and hope our name comes up at some point.

It's nice to get walls of text again.
It has been too long.

>>29595909
>"Hey kid, wanna singles swing?"
"What's that?"
>"It's something special for those who don't have a special somepony."
"Special how?"
>"Bedroom special."
"You keep saying that but you never tell me what it means."
>"Come with me and I'll show you."
"And then you always respond with that. And why do you always say that in that voice?"
>"And, and, and. It's always 'and' with you. Why can't you just trust me on this one?"
"Because you have a track record. Twilight also said you had another record but wouldn't tell me what."
>"And you believe her?"
"Now who's spouting the 'ands?'"
>"Oh shut up and get in the van."
"No means no!"

Hey Serrated, you mute shadow lurking fuck. I read your thing.

Christ, where do I even go with this? I've been following your shit since 2012 always in love with the way you matched videos into the story. The mashup between engine noises, race clips and mood music is 9 out of 10 times spot on although using Ace Combat is cheating. Even 5 years later you still got it.

The pace of writing was good and fit the tone and speed of the story nicely. I reread the last few chapters to remember what the hell was going on and it didn't take long to get back into things. On the flip side I will say that holy hell you couldn't write a love story to save your life and the amount of swear words got kicked up to 11. Also, the part with Celestia and Luna was dumb.

But holy fuck that final race. This is the type of shit I started reading your story for and no one can write action like you. NO ONE. You got a problem with that other writefags? Fite me!

It's so fast with just enough detail and the intensity never lets up. I never felt bored or like shit was dragging on the whole time. Again, this is for the actual racing. Your filler tier is still garbage which is appropriate cause your waifu is trash.

Overall I'm happy this finally got an ending, and it was top notch to boot. The biggest disappointment is the implied Celestia and Luna reveal next season, but with the amount of time it took you to finish this one I don't think that will ever happen. Again, that part was kind of meh to begin with so I was happy enough the story moved away from that point. Other than the excessive swearing the main characters felt pretty on point including Soarin.

Thanks for writing this story. I had fun reading it.

You better reply so I know you saw this post you bastard!

>>29660136
Well be giving this green a read upon this glowing review; thanks Anon.

>>29658271
>You wake up.
>Shit, shower, smoke.
>Knock, knock, knock.
>You open the door.
>Oh shit, it's the guard pony.
>"Stop right there, you criminal scum! We know that you have salt in there!"

>>29661129
That's not his salt. He's just holding it for somebody.

>>29658488
>Bucking ayyliens, coming here to steal hardworking ponies' jobs and stop our trains
>"Wake up sheeple !" screamed Steel Heart before going back to her papers, unaware that her outburst had sent the guards outside of her office into a fit of laughter

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>>29660136

Well thank you for telling me what my strengths and weaknesses are. You're the only person who's ever properly reviewed ANY part of F1 Anon so I appreciate it.

I'm sorry the part with Celestia and Luna came off as dumb. I did intend it to be a "oh shit what the fuck" kind of part. So my bad if it felt out of place.

My waifu may be trash but she's faster than yours is. That's for sure.

>Holy fuck that final race.
Mission accomplished.

Its good to know I was able to give F1 Anon a proper ending instead of having it fall flat. Thanks for the review and I'm glad you enjoyed it dude.

>>29658271
>You wake up.
>Shit, shower, smoke.
>Knock, knock, knock.
>You open the door.
>It's... you. In a ragged suit, dirty and clearly exhausted, but it's you.
>"ANON! I'm (you) from the future! I just came back from the past! Quick, tell me: are AJ's parents alive?!"
"Yeah, of course. They were just on a trip; why would any-"
>"IT WORKED! HAHA, I SAVED THEM!"
>You stare with your mouth open as your future self goes to the bar to celebrate.
"...well, at least now I know what to give Apple Horse for her birthday."
>You decide to visit Purple Smart. She probably knows a time spell or two.

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>>29658271
>You wake up.
>Shit, shower, smoke.
>Knock, knock, knock.
>You open the door.
>It's Luna. And she's giggling.
"What's so funny, moonhorse?"
>"Oh not much *huehue*, just element of Laughter was teaching me about *snort* pulling pranks!"
"And why are you telling me that?"
>She looks at you and starts laughing even harder
>You wake up.
>You realize you shat in your bed.
"NOOOOOOOOO!"

>>29661150
My pleasure. Hope you got the same kind of reward for finally finishing it.

Now lie to me and tell me you plan on writing more.

>>29660568
Worth it. Some of the older vids are deleted though. A shame, there was one I absolutely loved somewhere in the middle but it was gone last time I checked.

>>29661652

Which video was it? So I can go and fix it.


>Now lie to me and tell me you plan on writing more.

Uhh...

https://www.fimfiction.net/story/366646/f1-anon-season-2

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>>29661684
I noticed it years ago. It's been so long I couldn't remember if I tried. I think it was in Fillydelphia Grand Prix, but not sure.

>Fimfiction
Just stab a knife in me

>>29656303
do you have a pastbin of this storry?

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>>29661727

>>29661150
I really enjoyed that prologue of F1 Anon 2, but is there a way to find the complete first story somewhere?

My lazy ass wrote an intro.

>"Sister, art thou sure about this? Thou cannot really be serious, can thee?"
>"Oh, dear sister, I am quite serious about this."
>"But Tia... Thy boredom isn't an excuse."
>"It's not just boredom, sister. This will make an excellent challenge for Twilight."
>"So, thou wilt bringest one of them just for a simple test? Dost thou have more secret motives?"
>"... It'll be fun."
>"I cannot fathom why this will be fun. The race thou art taking about is inherently chaotic. Tis something uncontrollable."
>"Oh come on, Luna, what's the worst that can happen?"
------------------------
>It's three o'clock in the morning, you are sitting at your computer desk, browsing the typical sites.
>You have twelve tabs open, most of them the regular favorites.
>You should really quit jamming to music though.
>The phone on the desk vibrates, seems like you forgot to check your messages again.
>After picking it up, you give it a listen, cursing silently to yourself as you hear the message.
>Work apparently wants you to come in early.
>You don't want to go in, but you could use the extra money, the Apartment bill is coming up soon.
>Sleeping your computer for the night, you slowly drag yourself over to the bed, collapsing down on top of it, heading into a deep sleep after setting your alarm for six.
>At least you'll have a few hours sleep this time.
>Not like you'll dream anyways.
>After a long spurt of snoozedom, you feel a slight prodding to your back.
>Grumbling you attempt to pull covers over your head, one thing perplexes you, there's no covers to pull.
>Opening a eye lazily, you take a look around.
>Weird, this doesn't look like your room, everything looks way more colorful and not in the dark.
>You slowly take a look over to see what was poking you.
>Your vision is entirely eclipsed by white fur.
>Welp, this has to be a dream.
>Or.... you died in your sleep.
>If it's the second, welp, at least you won't have work.

That's it really, I only have one post.

>>29662162
Post more or keep writing! I believe in you, and so should you!

Hey niggers, I've got a question for you. In most language barrier stories I've read, ponies just make horse noises. The thought occurred to me: what sort of accent would Anon have if he learned how to speak horse?

>>29661890
http://pastebin.com/u/Serrated

>>29662386
Exotic.

>>29662386
Nasal.

>>29662395
Thanks man, appreciate it.

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A PONY A DAY

Today's pony is Rainbow Dash

>The citizens of Ponyville all hoop and holler over another life saving act of heroism or whatever
>No matter how many times it happens they always rush forward and drag you along
>By the third time you lost all interest
>"It wasn't that impressive."
>The grumpy blue pegasus next to you mutters
"Loses its novelty after a while."
>"Kicking a bus instead of rushing in and pulling everypony out? That's stupid."
"Yeah. Things are dumb."
>Spying a colleague of indifference she scoots closer to you
>"And the explosion would have been cool."
>You nod
"Explosions are cool."
>"I like you. What's your name?"
>You hold out your hand
"Anonymous."
>She keeps her legs firmly on the ground
>"Rainbow Dash. No offense, but I don't do hoof shakes."
"No problem. Keeps the shit you've been walking in off my hand."
>"You're a mouthy one aren't ya?"
"When I want to be."
>"Wanna grab a pizza?"
"Just keep the hay and flowers on your half and you got yourself a deal. Budweiser okay?"
>"Anon, I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship."

And that is why Dash is worst pony

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>>29662671
>implying there is a singular reason for the tire fire that is RD

>>29662062
>You hear a voice, serene, calm.
>"Oh, you're awake. Hello there. Welcome to Equestria, human."
>You decide to get up, giving a yawn as you stretch out.
"Equestria? Yeah... right... Equestria's a land of magical ponies. If I'm there, I gotta be dreaming."
>You take a look at the body in front of you, it's actually almost as tall as you are.
>Your eyes slowly scan down the body of the creature, seeing it's feral appearance and hooves.
>Certainly you have gotta be dreaming, and is that a sun on the creature's butt?
>Did someone drug you or something, because this looks similar to a certain Princess.
>You look at the other end, to see the long neck of Celestia craning down, looking at you with a smile before she stands to her full height.
>You thought that Celestia was normally the height of a standard human, but considering how she dwarfs you in size, she'd be more fit to stand alongside Shaq on a basketball court.
>Her horn glows as she walks over to the door as you take a look around, seeing her bedchambers.
"... Definitely a dream."
>She looks at you with a smile as she magically opens the door. "Oh, don't worry human, this isn't a dream. I've actually brought you here myself. You know of Equestria, correct?"
"Yeah... but why?"
>Celestia's mane flows past the open door while the Princess of the Night peers her head through it. "Normally, I, myself wouldn't be helping with thy sister's chaotic matters, but... Tia... wanted to give Twilight Sparkle a test. Thou hadst convinced me Tia..."
>Luna just squints as she whispers. "Even if thou art just stirring the pot."
>Celestia responds by slowly inserting a banana into Luna's mouth to quiet her before looking at you. "Anyways, you're here to give my student a test. She's made a lot of friends and allies, but... I wonder how she'd make friends with a race that she has no idea about."
>Luna comes in, lugging a barrel as she opens it and Celestia continues speaking. "So, I'd like for you to get in the barrel."

>>29662267
I don't really know what I'm doing and I'm normally slow and shit.

Don't believe in me.

>>29662902
It's fun so far.

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>>29662911
sup bru

Finished up the first part of a short story based on one of the prompts of >>29658355. I'll post it later after it's been revised.
Have a page 8 bump.

God, my posting is so inconsistent someone kick me to bits.

>>29591814
>An evil grin springs forth on Sky’s muzzle
>*So... do you think the elements fuck each other? I heard they do*
"What!?" You shout, gaining the attention of the crying mare ahead
*What is wrong with you!?*
>*Nothing, not that I know of at least* She sends back, far too sweetly for what she’d just said
*Sometimes I wonder*
>*Don't be like that. I know you've heard the rumours too. I mean come on, they can disappear for a few days at a time, often to visit the Princess of /love/ for some royal crystal kingdom crap*
>*I bet they’re getting her to pound their puffy pony pu-*
*Okay, wow, I’m stopping you there. That is something else. Can we never talk again please? You are so disgusting!*
>She breaks up with laughter, drawing further strange looks from the mare ahead
>Celestia what must the poor mare be thinking?
>Two ponies silently walking up to her, one randomly shouting out and the other bursting to laughter?
>*Do you really have the right to think that when you’ve got to expend genuine effort not to get a boner around Femanon?*
>As Anon would have put it: Oh God...
*W-wha... Why Sky? Why? You need to stop watching me so closely! No privacy!*
>*I've known you longer than you've known yourself, I hate to admit something like this, but I can tell when you're aroused. Maybe it's a best friend thing?*
*Sometimes I wonder if we're even friends at all*
>*Would you even entertain the thought of this conversation with anypony else?*
>Honestly? You couldn't. She was like a sister to you, and making fun of each other was all part of the relationship
*Wasn't I meant to be the smart one?*
>*Yeah with gadgets and technology. I'm the one who's good with ponies and their emotions*
>The crying mare was very close now, your conversation would have to end, but first...
*Smart with your emotions are you now? Tell me what you think of Anon again would you?*

>>29664017
>You cut the mental contact before she can reply, galloping ahead to close the distance to the crying pony, snickering under your breath at the discomfort radiating from Sky
>The mare on the bridge staggers to her hooves and goes to speak
>”You have to help me! I was attacked by wild animals and now I can’t get my carts back up. I think one of the wheels is broken.”
>Sounds like something you could deal with, although you’d never heard of any animals attacking around here before, it was too close to Canterlot
“We’re on it mare’am.”
>You trot up to the carts
>”If you look deep at the back there you might be able to see a crack in the rear.” She suggests
>You and Sky crouch down and crawl under the carts to assess the damage
>Everything looked fine to you
“I think you’re just panicked from the attack, the carts are fine, let’s help you get them back up.” You say, shimmying out from underneath
>”I don’t think so.” Comes her response
“What- Ouch!”
>Did she just hit your head with a wooden club!?
>Sky crawls out at your cry of pain
>Slightly disorientated you managed to steady yourself to face the shocked looking mare
>”Y-you should be unconscious! I’ve cracked skulls before with this!” She claims, words fumbled behind the wooden bat in her muzzle
>”Yeah he’s got a thick skull.” Laughs Sky
>And some brand knew alien technology protecting your brain
>She eventually stops laughing at her own quip and sobers up
>”So I guess this is actually a robbery?”
>The mystery mare nods
>”Pretty much, and I really do like that purple wagon you pulled up in. Come on out guys!”
>Seemingly from nowhere half a dozen stallions and mares appear on the bridge to surround you, each brandishing a crude weapon, one even just having barbed wire wrapped around a gloved hoof
“Uuuh, Sky?”
>”I’m not worried.”
>The group cackles mockingly

*new
>>29664021
>”And why, stupid girl, is that?” the barbwire stallion asks, striding up all too menacingly to Sky
>”Because you’re just an embarrassment, I mean, bandits? In this day and age? You ought to be ashamed of yourselves! We are ponies, civilised beings of love and tolerance!”
“Sky, what in tartarus are you doing!?” You hiss through clenched teeth with her smiling at you happily
>”Being a stupid bitch I’d say, one who should be shown just how important she really is in the grand scheme of things.” The stallion says, turning about to line up a barbed buck
“SKY!”
>Time slows with the rush of adrenaline to your brain, both from your own adrenal gland and your new supplementary implants
>It helped a lot with working out the situation, but there was no way you could save Sky from becoming a living bucking-bag
>How could such a wonderful day come to such a cruel end?
>You close your eyes, but you couldn’t close your ears
>A meaty thump accompanied by the screeching of warping metal tells you the stallion’s aim had been true
>A howl of pain rings through the air immediately followed by the thud of Sky hitting the ground
>You open your eyes to see her still grinning at you, alive and well, not bleeding out on the ground
>The bucking stallion on the other hoof had fallen to the ground, clutching his hooves as if he’d just slammed them into a brick wall, wailing in agony
>What he had hit was Knight Anon096’s right calf, the muscle flexed and swollen enormously, clearly far stronger than any feeble wall
>There were small holes in his suit’s pants where the wire had torn through, but his flesh remained un-punctured
>He was tougher than you had ever expected. Were all humans like this? Just another thing to worry about if they ever turned against ponykind you suppose
>The stallion’s fancy wired gloves hadn’t fared quiet as well as Anon, having bent upon impact and broken apart

>>29664031
>That explained the metallic sound, but where did Anon come from? Did he just leap from the trees?
>Well, that was how he first introduced himself to you and it was effectively terrifying
>Sky grins evilly at the now scared stiff group
>”I think I also should have mentioned I’m not worried because of him. Guess I am pretty important in the grand scheme then” She says to the plaintively wailing stallion, her words dripping with smug delight
>You did feel a great sense of satisfaction that these crooks would earn their immediate comeuppance
“What happened to waiting in the car?” You ask the Knight
>”What happened to can we just get out of here already? I don’t want to hurt these guys.”
“Nu-uh! Kick their asses! Smash some skulls Anon, that one already tried it on me!” You shout, pointing an accusing hoof at the mare you’d tried to help
>”I’m sorry Ratch, we aren’t here too hurt your people, but to save them. We will report them to your princesses if that’s satisfactory to you.”
>Barring an epic alien beat down Anon’s offer would have to do
“Fine.” You answer with a curt nod
>The group of ponies shakes themselves of their shock and poises to strike
>Anon raises his hands non-threateningly
>”Whoa there you little buggers. I’m giving you one warning, put down your weapons or you’ll regret it. This place has been so idyllic thus far, don’t ruin your planet with such savageries.”
>The cherry brown maned mare looks straight passed him over to Sky, giving the whimpering stallion on the ground a kick, making him scamper away
>”This creature yours?”
>Shy nods vehemently
>”I’ll enjoy taking him from you. I’ve been looking for a new cutie to snuggle at night.”
>Anon sighs dejectedly
>Perhaps he couldn’t see his own adorableness just as you couldn’t
>”Are you even listening to me?” He asks angrily
>The mare raises a hoof to quiet him

>>29664044
>”Shhh, Shhh. The mares are speaking sweetie, but trust me, I’ll get back to you later.”
>Another mare steps forward and pokes the first in the side
>”/We’ll/ be getting back to him later. You can’t keep that all to yourself. It’s always an even split of the loot!”
>”I’m a fair boss, you girls can share him around once I’m done.”
>Anon starts shaking his head
>”No society is without sin I guess, no matter the cuteness. I think we’re just going to go if that’s okay with you.”
>The mare looks at him with annoyance, spitting on the ground at his feet
>”I don’t think so, get them!” Commands the mare
>Battle cries rang through the air as the troop charged towards Anon, then straight past him to the two of you
>He stumbles around, disorientated by the small herd of galloping ponies charging by
>The mare who’d struck you earlier was upon you from nowhere, rearing up to finish you off with her brandished club
**Activating defensive systems**
>Wha…? Neural nanonics had defensive systems? Like what?
>Looks like you were about to find out as the mare descends with the club aimed upon your shoulder
>Your body struggles and fails to roll away, all by its own volition, succeeding only in jumping and spasming about
>The flailed movement was enough for the blow to become glancing, sending only small lances of pain along your back as it passed by
**Body morphology incompatible with installed self-defence manoeuvres. Combat efficiency 0.8%**
**Analysing user morphology**
**Updating files for user body structure**
**Defensive systems updated. Combat efficiency 94%**
**Defensive procedures re-initiated**
>The mare pulls back and swivels around to strike again, but receives a swift hoof to the gut when you reflexively (at least it was a reflex for you now) roll back up and pirouette towards her
>The mare falls, her breakfast spraying upon the ground as she retched

>>29664048
>You scuttle back up to see Anon grumpily looking at the unfolding chaos, completely ignored
>You were feeling a little more jovial, especially at having learnt you could now kick ass like never before
>But more ponies were approaching and all the worst another batch had emerged from the other side of the bridge
>Thankfully the upturned carts slowed their approach
>Sky was busy shaking some poor stallion around in her telekinesis as a newcomer dives from over the cart
>You leap up on instinct and tackle the incoming stallion mid-air
>The two of you go flying over the side, plummeting to the river below
>You close your eyes before impact, yet you soar upwards, caught in Sky’s telekinetic grip
>Both the stallion you’d tackled and the one she held earlier splash into the water
>You’re put back onto the bridge
>*Thank me later*
>You look back to Anon, now looking angry as Femanon pulls up in the car and walks over, laughing at the scene
“You know you two could help!”
>Anon simply walks to the amassing ponies and flips a cart back to its wheels with one arm, then proceeds to lift you and Sky into it, all the while accepting the feeble beating the bandits were inflicting
>They were genuinely nothing to him, and it had you scared, even the bandits assault had slowed somewhat when they saw he wasn’t going down
>He gently walks the cart across the bridge, past the second group and away from the fight, leaving Femanon to distract the group
>Safely across the bridge you jump out of the cart and watch the battle unfold
>Femanon was easily holding her own against them; by doing nothing. It would seem a common human tactic
>All the stallions shied back from her, looking embarrassed and refusing to attack
>”We could never harm a mare so beautiful.”
>She crouches down to the speaker
>”Oh, how dear of you.”
>Her palm darts out and smacks his muzzle, sending him sprawling
>”I’m still going to harm you though.”

>>29664053
>She grabs the remaining cart and tosses the groaning and disorientated stallion into it
>”I’ve got the time-out bin Nonnykins, chuck ‘em in here.”
>”On it.” He responds, rushing back into the fray
>A small net is thrown at him by the gaggle of trilling mares intent on taking him down, one which he effortlessly catches and tosses away
>”He’s not going down! Pin him!”
>Several ponies dive onto his legs and arms, attempting to drag him down
>Movement completely unhindered he plucks his attackers off one by one, grabbing the napes of their neck and throwing them into the hay cart
>Femanon had made short work of the others, doing much the same thing as Anon
>Their size and extreme strength made the whole thing a bit unfair, and quite honestly absurd to watch
>You could have sworn just moments ago, you were fighting for your literal life with these bandits and now they were just being tossed around like sacs of flour
>All ne’er-do-wells disorientated and stored away Femanon lifts the cart and throws it over the edge to splash into the river
>The group cries abysmally as they’re slowly swept downstream in their cart made impromptu raft
>Anonymous stands majestically with his paws on his hips, watching the bandits sail away, the setting sun framing his figure
>”That was easier than I thought it would b- AH”
>He goes flying from the bridge, being pulled along with the group of bandit ponies
>He’d be caught by a unicorn!
“Fuck! What do we do!?”

>>29664061
>He was flailing wildly as the unicorn shook him about mid-air, repeatedly dunking his head under the water, all the while dragging him away with them
>He recovers his bearings fast, as if weightlessness was a natural state to him and swivels around in the air, straightening his body parallel to the ground
>His paw reaches for something around his belt
>Object in hand he aims it away from the unicorn mare that had taken him and pulls a tiny lever on the device
>The sound of the gun being fired echoed through the air, blasting at your eardrums
>The immense kinetic energy expelled from the shot launches Anon directly to the mare and other ponies
>The once smug looking unicorn’s eyes widen in fear as the unyielding creature soars towards her, paw outstretched, a true figure of coming doom
>Before she has time to react he’s upon her, paw wrapping around her horn
>His arm jerks down, slamming her head into the cart’s wooden floor boards
>He splashes into the water as the now unconscious mare collapses
>Gosh your heart was racing!
>That was intense
>How did he do that!? Nopony could take even a poorly skilled unicorn head on. As far as you knew moving in a telekinetic hold was just about impossible
>Anon emerges some ways down the river and glumly walks back to the bridge, accompanied by Femanon’s mental laughter
>”I got the make-up off…”

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>>29663859

I'll call this "Last Resort" because titles fucking slay me. Again, based on one of the prompts from >>29658355

>You examine your perfectly crafted plate one last time.
>Twenty oatmeal cookies should be just enough for the two of you.
>But what happens if you run out? What if she wants more?
>Oh no, Fluttershy, you didn't plan for this!
>...
>Well, you could always just get more from the kitchen.
>Relief envelops you as another crisis is averted.
>A sharp continuing whistle snaps you out of your brooding. Looks like the kettle is ready.
>You trot over to the stove, pausing briefly to take a pot holder with your teeth.
>Once the kettle is safely within your grasp you take to the air, fluttering carefully towards the two lime-green teacups resting on the counter.
>A steady cloud of steam flows from each cup as you fill both with scalding water.
>You return the kettle to its initial spot before hovering over your prepared refreshments.
>Should you put in the teabags now or give your guest the chance to do so herself?
>She's bound to arrive soon, doing so now would allow the tea leaves more time to soak.
>On the other hoof, it would be awfully impolite to do so without any consideration for your guest's opinion.
>Maybe you should--
>Your ears perk up as three heavy knocks ring throughout your house.
>Oh ponyfeathers, she's here!
>You desperately look between the two cups, although you're not sure why.
>Teabags now, or later?
>Now?!?
>Later!?!
>You dart into the main room, passing by your drowsy friend.
>His head remains firmly on the floor, eyes watching you as you come to a screeching halt in front of the door.
>You bring yourself back to floor, taking a few seconds to steady your heart-rate.
>Once you're back to your usual calm self you open the door, a chilly breeze immediately permeating your pale gold fur.
>Oh dear, this weather must be unpleasant to travel in.
>You give a warm smile to the hooded zebra standing before you.

>>29665069
"Oh, hello Zecora. I'm so glad you could make it, especially in this weather."
>You step aside, gesturing for her to come in.
>She returns your smile with one of her own, trotting through the doorway.
>"Greetings Fluttershy, your welcome I return. In temperatures like this, my ears do burn."
>Once she's inside, you close the door, grateful for the warmth of your fireplace.
>"Much as I wish I could stay, you and I both know; two hours and then I must go."
>You nod.
"I'm just grateful you could make it at all."
>Zecora has been busy with a new concoction of hers, specifics not mentioned.
>When you told her of your problem, she was able to squeeze out some free time just for you.
>How nice of her.
>Zecora removes her hood, reaching up with a hoof to lightly massage an ear. She gives you another smile.
>"Of course. I could never turn down the request of a friend."
>She turns around to look at the brown behemoth resting in the middle of the room.
>Eyes barely open, he continues to watch the two of you, too tired and sick to make a sound.
>"I take it this is Harry the bear, in need of a mend?"
>You trot past Zecora, stopping in front of him. You crouch down to meet at eye-level, talking all the while.
"Poor Harry hasn't been able to move much, so I decided the best place for him to get some rest would be right here in my house.
>Harry responds with a small huff.
>You can hear Zecora's hoof-falls approach, eventually stopping to the left of you.
>You rise up and step back, allowing her access to your furry friend.
>She quickly takes your place, staring down to meet Harry's exhausted expression.
>Harry gives another huff.
>Zecora trots over to his right side, examining the mound of fur and bulk before her.
>Oh Celestia, you /really/ hope she can figure out what's wrong.
>You pride yourself on being able to restore any animal to full health.
>...
>Well, there was that one time with Princess Celestia's pet Phoenix...

>>29665076
>But you didn't know they were supposed to look like that before their rebirth!
>That doesn't count, right?
>Focus, Fluttershy, your friend is sick here.
>You already gave Zecora details on the events that transpired.
>How Harry was walking a little too close to the stream.
>How Angel Bunny popped out of the thin layer of snow on the ground, scaring Harry and causing him to fall in to the stream (You were not happy with that bunny, no you weren't!).
>How Harry's condition slowly deteriorated despite your best efforts.
>How after a week of him being ill, you were forced to go to Twilight for any possible assistance using magic.
>How every single spell attempt failed.
>How after nearly another week of no improvement, you were desperate for something, /anything/ that could help you figure out what's wrong.
>How you remembered the secluded zebra living quietly in the Everfree Forest.
>And now here you are, watching that same zebra poke around Harry.
>If you didn't know any better, you would say he's just come down with the flu. All the symptoms point towards it.
>But the flu doesn't last this long or incapacitate ponies this hard.
>The flu also doesn't "settle" like this.
>Harry's status stopped getting worse after a few days.
>While you're glad he isn't getting any sicker, he certainly isn't looking any better.
>You need to fix that.
>You idly glance at Zecora, who's taken to peering inside Harry's ears.
>She lightly blows inside one, and he twitches.
>Harry absolutely despises anypony doing that, so he must be really sick.
>You quietly sigh.
>...
>Oh, the tea! The cookies!
>A quick look at Zecora confirms she doesn't require your attention, so you head into the kitchen.
>You hurriedly assemble your refreshments, placing the plate of cookies directly in the center of a tray. The two teacups are placed near both ends of the tray, each supported by a saucer.
>You grab two teabags from a nearby wooden container. Green tea is always a good choice.

>>29665086
>Confident your setup is acceptable, you take the tray with your hooves and fly back into the main room.
>Zecora is crouched low to the ground, keeping Harry's mouth open with a hoof while peering into it.
>"Aaaahhhhh."
>Harry lets out a weak growl in a vain attempt to mimic her request. Not even a second passes before he dissolves into a coughing fit.
>Zecora hastily extracts her hoof from the danger zone, wiping her face to remove the spittle.
>You make your way to the table you were forced to set aside to make room for Harry. After setting the tray down, you call out softly to Zecora.
"Oh, um, I have some tea and cookies here if you want."
>She pulls her gaze away from Harry to give you a small smile.
>"Thank you Fluttershy, you are ever so kind. We can now discuss what is on my mind."
"Did you find anything? Will he be alright?"
>Oh dear, now you're nervous. You don't want to hear your potential last hope give you bad news.
>Zecora responds to your worry while navigating her way to a chair.
>"Harry's future is uncertain; truth be told, I can only speak of what ailment he holds.
>You freeze on the spot, nearly falling to the floor in surprise.
>She knows what's wrong with Harry!
>Surely you'll be able to cure him if you know exactly what to look out for.
>You slowly drop down into a chair, Zecora seating herself opposite you.
>Nothing is said as the two of you prepare your tea.
>You were looking forward to an oatmeal cookie, but the good(?) news has taken away your appetite.
>Now you just want to help your friend.
>You take your cup and saucer in your hooves, staring at the hot amber liquid resting inside.
>You glance up to Zecora, who's blowing softly into her cup. She brings it up for an experimental sip, and winces.
>These are good teacups. They hold heat well.
>You look back down to your own cup.
>Should you ask for her diagnosis?
>You want to, but she's a guest here and it would be impolite to interrupt her while she's busy.

>>29665094
>You look back up.
>Zecora has procured a cookie and is in the process of eating it. She meets your stare and gives another smile, which you return.
>You look back down, fidgeting slightly.
>There's no reason to rush things. You can wait a few minutes.
>...
>......
>You /really/ want to know.
>But what if Zecora gets mad? What if she thinks you're a terrible host and friend?!?
>Your pupils contract.
>No Fluttershy, she'll understand! You're concerned for Harry's health!
>You have to ask.
>Not for yourself, but for Harry!
>You look back up to Zecora, who's taken to watching Harry's limp form with dulled interest.
>Taking a deep breath, you address her with a tone as confident as you can manage.
"Uhm, excuse me."
>Zecora shows no sign of having heard you.
>You shrink a little into the chair.
>You don't like raising your voice, but if you must...
"Uhm, Zecora..."
>Zecora brings her teacup up for another small sip.
>Oh dear, she still hasn't shown any sign of hearing you.
>Your heart feels like it's beating out of your chest with what you're about to do next.
>Even, steady breaths, Fluttershy.
>Remember, this is for Harry!
>You pipe up with the loudest voice you've ever heard from yourself.
"Excuse me, Zecora."
>Zecora's left ear twitches, and she finally turns her head to face you.
>Your face turns pale as the weight of what you've done sinks in.
>Oh no, she's going to hate you!
>Why would you practically yell at her?!? What pony would ever divulge important information after being so rudely interrupted???
>You know your friends have always told you to be more assertive, but you doubt they meant for you to act like /this/!
>The guilt and regret is practically crushing you.
>Harry will never get better now, thanks to your terrible antics.
>Wait...
>Maybe you can appease Zecora by apologizing profusely and offering her the rest of the oatmeal cookies.
>You were young and reckless, too caught up in--
>"Yes Fluttershy, something you need to imply?"

>>29665100
>You snap out of your horror to properly view Zecora.
>Her expression is calm, face devoid of any fury you were expecting.
>Whoops.
>You feel your cheeks heating.
>You hurriedly speak up, eager to put this mishap behind you.
"Oh, well...I was just wondering...I would like to know exactly what's wrong with Harry... If that's okay with you."
>You manage to squeak out the last bit.
>Zecora nods once before placing her cup and saucer back on the tray. She gives you her full attention, strong cyan eyes locking with yours.
>"Your friend has symptoms similar to the flu, which would leave anypony without a clue. However, after a thorough examination I determined he has acquired an unusual infestation."
>Infestation?
>Zecora directs her gaze to Harry.
>"A bug resides within his system, causing great distress throughout him. Your only hope is a special remedy; a root ground up, served in tea."
>Tea? You have tea!
>In fact, you're drinking tea right now!
>All that remains is the root.
"Uh... do you happen to have the root?"
>You give a weak smile.
>Zecora looks back to you. She's wearing a grimace now.
>Oh no.
>"You must seek one yourself, for I no longer have the ingredient. It has long since been used in an effort to make Timberwolves obedient."
>Zecora's expression briefly flashes to one of annoyance before she continues.
>"Autumn's Breeze is the plant you wish for, although retrieving it in the winter will be quite a chore."
>Oh nooooo.
>Well, maybe you can purchase one. Anything for your bear friend.
>"Despite searching far and wide for any place it rests, I have only found one location to be the best."
>A feeling of dread wells up inside of you.
>Please don't say--
>"The Everfree Forest is your only hope if you want Harry off this slippery slope."
>Your eyes widen.
>Oh Celestia, why does almost every problem involve you going into the Everfree?
>You want nothing to do with that spooky forest.

>>29665110
>Despite being nervous, your cup trembles a little less as a comforting thought eases your mind.
"Y-you can help me with getting this 'Autumn's Breeze', right Zecora?"
>You give a timid smile.
>Zecora responds with a shake of her head, sighing deeply.
>Ponyfeathers...
>"Unfortunately my work requires I stay to observe, otherwise I would gladly assist in easing your nerves."
>Your cup is back to mimicking a small earthquake.
>M-maybe there's a silver lining here. Right?
>Right?!?
"Well...s-surely this plant isn't too far into the Everfree."
>You keep your tone as level as you can.
>Unsurprisingly, you fail miserably.
>Zecora is still wearing that sad look.
>At this point you're seriously considering curling up into a shivering ball of fear and anxiety.
>You settle for placing your half-empty teacup and saucer back onto the tray.
>You don't recall actually drinking any of the tea.
>You press yourself tightly against the chair, secretly wishing you could merge with it.
>Then you wouldn't be so scared.
>You'd be a chair.
>Chairs don't get scared.
>"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but the location of Autumn's Breeze is not for you to choose. It lies deep in the Everfree far, far away from you or me."
>Of course it does.
>Your gaze shifts nervously around the room, never settling on one spot.
>You really don't want to go into the Everfree Forest. It was bad enough when you and your friends had to navigate through it to stop Nightmare Moon.
>Now you're being told you have to venture not only further, but /alone/ as well?
>...
>You /really/ don't want to.
>But you have to.
>Harry's life depends on it.
>Now if only you could convince yourself to stop shaking...
>"Do not fear, Fluttershy my dear; if I recall correctly you have many friends to assist you directly."
>You look back to Zecora, who gives you an encouraging smile before helping herself to another oatmeal cookie.
>Your cheeks turn pink as her words sink in.

>>29665121
>Oh dear, you completely forgot that you could ask your friends for help.
>Well that makes this whole ordeal much more manageable! It'll still be scary, but you'll have your friends there to support you!
"You're right, Zecora. M-my friends are always willing to lend a helping hoof. Thank you."
>She nods once, crumbs falling from her lips.
>You glance down to the plate before you, three-quarters of the cookies now gone.
>Although you're still nervous, your appetite has returned.
>You take a cookie and begin nibbling on it, focusing more on your current task at hoof.
>Which pony to start with...
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Part one finished. Yea, it's short. Writing dialogue for Zecora is fun, in a "kill me" sort of way. Criticism needed, etc.

But wait, you raging autist. This isn't AiE!!!
Well, not yet. No hate, please.

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>>29665145
Already found a grammatical error. Shoot me please.

The pastebin will always be updated ASAP, so shoot me later.

>>29665145
Seems good so far. You've done a good job of capturing Fluttershy's mindset, at least in my opinion.

>>29664017
Also while I'm posting what story is this for, I've missed a bunch of these threads and haven't seen the start of it. I loved your stuff in the pony prison threads by the way.

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A PONY A DAY

Today's pony is Pinkie Pie

>Be Anonymous
>Be in Equestria
>More specifically chilling at the pond
>Pinkus Annoyus approaches
>"Hey Anon, wanna see a trick?"
>Before you can answer Pinke plunges head first into the pond
>She immediately comes out again
>"Hi!"
>It's too early for this bullshit
"Hi. What's the trick?"
>"Trick? What trick?"
"The trick you said you were going to—"
>Another Pinkie breaches the surface with a huge gasp for air
>"30 seconds! A new record!"
"Your pony lungs are tiny. Wait, 2 Pinkies?"
>Pinkie 1 meets Pinkie 2
>Wet Pinkie points at her like condemning the devil
>"Anon, grab her while I go get Twilight!"
>You look to Land Pinkie, Land Pinkie looks to you
>You look to Water Pinkie
>Water Pinkie floats in the water still holding her hoof out
>You place your hand on Land Pinkie
>"Good, now don't let her escape!"
>Water Pinkie zips into town
>With Water Pinkie gone Land Pinkie jumps straight onto your chest shaking your shoulders like a demon possessed
>"You gotta hide me! They'll kill me!"
"Kill you? They live their lives by the code of friendship. They won't kill you."
>"You'd think that, but they don't want to be my friend. They're already my friends, and that's too much for them. They want to unfriend me. In the worst way possible!"
"Deleting you from their Facebook without telling you?"
>"Worse then; what's a Facebook?"
>Six pony voices gather in the horizon
>"I can't believe we missed one."
>Land Pinkie's eyes bug out and she jumps into your shirt
>Not soon after the local heroes gather at the pond led by Pinkie
>"Anon, where'd she go?"
"Uh...she, um...died."
>Pinkie and the others breath a sigh of relief
>"Phew. Saves us the trouble of doing it ourselves."
"You were actually going to kill her? Holy shit!"
>A fiery Pinkie lunges at you
>"Nopony takes my friends away from me! Nopony!"
>Now would be a good time to fear for your life
"Point taken."

>>29666105
>Pinkie eases up, but Nosey Sparkle points at your sudden gut
>"I know you weren't in shape to begin with but when did you get so fat?"
>Fuck you too, Twilight
"Just a few pounds to stock up for winter. You know, hibernation and such."
>"Human's hibernate?"
"All the time, which is why you need to stop knocking on my door at 6 in the God damn morning. Now if you'll excuse me I am going to go home and rest."
>You smuggle your little illegal with no one the wiser
>Once back home Pinkie pops her head free though she still stays within the confines of your shirt
>"That was scary. I can't stay here, they'll find me eventually."
"Yeah, I don't think I want to live here either."
>"Where are you going to go?"
"I was thinking somewhere up north where the cold will keep crazy ponies away."
>"Can I come with?"
"Are you a crazy pony?"
>"The craziest!"
>You give her a stern stare
>"Above average crazy."
>...
>"Semi crazy."
>...
>"Mundane crazy."
"Good enough."
>"Yippie! Since we're going up north can I borrow your clothes when it gets cold?"
"Only if you pay half of the rent."
>Pinkie wiggles inside your shirt
>"Yes! And sometimes you'll still be wearing them."
"What was that?"
>"Nothing."

>>29665271
http://pastebin.com/927ghgKF

>>29666361
Yis

>>29666105
>>29666112
this could actually be an interesting story

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mornin'

>>29664072
Fuck yeah, i missed you, and as always the story is still great and i want more

>>29662902
>You, of course, are confused at this whole circumstance
"Get in the barrel? Why?"
>Luna just stares at you and speaks, "Dost thou think it would be a marvelous idea to just have thou go there without some type of temporary camoflague? Thy head must be dense."
>Celestia looks over at Luna with a squint and turns back to you, smiling. "My sister does have a point, the ponies of Ponyville would swarm you as soon as you arrived. I do believe that interferes a bit with the lesson if she's not the one that first meets you. So now, if you would, get into the barrel, please."
>You sigh out loud, you're going to end up in the barrel anyway, you might as well do it.
>Taking a small walk to the large barrel, you climb over the edge, getting into it as Luna then lowers the lid, shrouding you in almost complete darkness.
>Luckily for you, there's a few holes to breathe.
>You hear Luna talking aloud, "Art thou satisfied, Tia? The human is now inside the barrel."
>A small giggle is heard as Tia replies, "Oh, yes, I am. The next few galas are going to be quite... entertaining."
>The barrel suddenly shifts and you can feel it being moved by some sort of force as you debate a lot of things.
>But, seems like you didn't really get much sleep, as your eyes feel heavy and start to droop.
>Before you know it, you are fast asleep.
>The sleep doesn't really last long to you, a thud easily awakening you from your slumber as you hear the sound of door knocking.
>You take a peek out of one of the holes, and see a familar sight, at least from the TV show.
>The door of Friendship Castle is before you.
>You really can't see much but the golden door as it seems to extend upwards, looking more like a door meant for a giant than a pony.
>You wonder how big the castle itself would look to your size, it would probably be some tall spire which you'd need to tilt your head all the way back to even see the tip.
>The door slowly begins to creak open.
>This is it.

Probably just gonna write a post a day or something.

>>29667394
K

bamperino, bamperino,
Fallanon, plscomebackerino

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>"Hmmm. Anonymous says he used an apparatus like this to get here. Maybe I can use this to send him back again!"

>>29668662
I'm here, and I'll be updating today. Just sick so I got kind lazy the past couple days.

It's funny, I have no idea where this story is going to go besides a few things.

Tenchi had Ryoko, Ayeka, Sasami, Washu, Mihoshi, THE CAT... and two other females in the home randomly, Kiyone and... what's her name, the human.

Anon could really just end up with anyone from the M6 to redeemed villains... to whatever.

I have zero long term preparations... except going to space.

>>29668856
Do it.
For science

>>29668964
Mihoshi was the other one, and if you have no plans for where to go you could always do things by episode. Like a series of short stories that have call backs to other things that happened but allow for time to pass in between as is convenient for you etc. Ultimately I'm looking forward to it no matter how you go about it.

>>29669415
Already got Mihoshi, I mean there was an actual human female that got saddled with Tenchi in one of the series.

She was also in GXP.

I don't even know.

Oh, Noike, looked it up.

>>29669491
Oh yeah that one. She seemed like such an after thought in the original series I'd honestly forgotten she existed.

Page 9 bump, lest I forget again.

>>29662386

Hazardus_Havard touches a bit on this in "An Alien Walks Among Us"

If you like fun, quirky, slice of life stuff, you'll like it. Plus it is just very well written, even if it's not yet finished.

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>nearly 2 weeks for a thread.

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>>29670722
Nice numbers.

>>29658488
Still writing for the night but figured I'd go ahead and bump with content.

>As you often do when you have free time you spend it training. Since you left the legion you've not always been able to maintain the 17 hours that marines usually do.
>Some times simply surviving got in the way of that after all, but you do try to keep up a regimen.
>You let your mind wander as you go through your sword routines, all of it well committed to muscle memory at this point.
>Shame you don't have a bolter with you. Even if you did it's not like you'd have the ammunition needed to preform bolter drills anyway.
>Come of think of it you wonder if there was anything salvageable from your crash site. Soft Heart never said anything about it, but aside from what you were wearing they seem to have brought little here.
>If you had to guess they've likely secured it somewhere and are studying it. That would be what the tech marines of the legion would have done with anything xenos.
>They they would have only done so to find the best way to destroy it.
>Given everything you've seen on this planet thus far it seems unlikely the ponies have the means to reverse engineer anything that did survive the crash.
>If they do you suppose you'll be answering more questions soon.
>The image of thousands of ponies in crude power armor with bolters subjugating their world.
>That strikes you as unlikely though. You've only met a handful of them but war of that scale doesn't seem in their nature.
>If it were perhaps you could take a place leading there forces.
>Marching at the head of an army thousands strong, great engines of war at your back.
>A force strong enough to bring a world to heel yours to command. You allow yourself the conceit for only a few seconds before dismissing it.

>>29670829

>That way however lies the path of Chapter Master Astelan, and that is a man you'd rather not emulate.
>He was as misguided as Luther, though his sins were not as forgivable. Where Luther had been deceived by the dark powers of chaos Astelan has led by his vanity pure and simple.
>Astelan had been one of the original Dark Angels, created from Terran gene stock, and yet he was one of the last to be promoted to a rank of any consequence.
>Astelan in his misguided pride had never considered there might have been a reason for this. Let alone that any fault to be had might be his.
>His vanity was ultimately his greatest failing. That is not to say you're not guilty of such things, but you like to think you learned something from what happened at Caliban.
>Which brings you back to the question you've been asking yourself for centuries now. If not for vainglorious pride, revenge, or misguided notions of atonement, why do you fight?
>The Great Crusade excited you because it was a chance to be a part of something greater than yourself, of the dream of uniting all of mankind.
>When that dream died you fought for the brothers you had surrounded yourself with, for their survival and your own.
>Then you became the Forsaken, and for a time you fought simply to stay alive.
>Now you find yourself in this strange new land surrounded by xenos that are remarkably human in their nature, or at least what you think humanity should have been like.
>The oppressive nature of mankind's half rotted Imperium has left little room for kindness.
>The Imperium no longer moves forward, it no longer makes great strides in technology or science. Now it fights simply to stay alive.
>The dark humor of the comparison draws a smile to your lips.
>Still for all its strangeness this place this world of Equus has been a pleasant one.

>>29670886

>That may be why you're considering Princess Luna's offer at all. In your short time here you've already begun to feel a renewed sense of purpose.
>It's only been a few days since you awoke and you've already managed to do some good here haven't you?
>You fought for something besides yourself, and used the gene wrought gifts you have been given for something more meaningful that following your animal instinct to survive.
>You need to know more before you commit to any decisions. To keep from further agonizing over the problem you take half sleep.
>Still working through your combat practice as you deactivate parts of your brain to let them rest. No substitute for true sleep in the long term, but you've had plenty of that these last weeks.
>Daybreak finds you in the courtyard still. The rising sun basking you in its warm glow seems like as good a signal as any to stop.
>The guards that were on night watch are relieved of their duties and the rest begin pouring from their barracks to start the day.
>Most of them are quick to make for the mess hall, an idea you decide has some merit to it.
>On today's menu seems to be apple oatmeal and hay. Grateful once again for your astartes physiology you begin shredding the hay before stirring it in to the oatmeal to make it more palatable.
>After several bites of your apple flavored paste you decide that something better to eat might be on the agenda for today's trip to town.
>Just because you can ingest anything up to and including tree bark does not mean that it tastes any better.
>As you shovel down your breakfast you take a mental inventory of all the tasks you'll need to see to today.
>First and foremost, clothing, a scabbard for your sword, and paint for your armor.
>If they have anything approximating repair cement that would be a boon, but you're not holding out much hope.

>>29670937

>You also need to return the stack of books Soft Heart entrusted to you, and secure more. This time you'll see about getting something a bit more complex.
>Preferably about the history of this nation, that and a dictionary if they have such a thing.
>As you're eating and taking your mental tally Stormy Shield approaches you.
>"Hey big guy, the Lieutenant said you need someone to show you in to town today." Judging by the excited grin she has you're guessing she's be assigned, or more likely, volunteered.
"Yes there area number of supplies I need to collect, and given that I have no idea what the value of your currency is it seemed best to take someone along."
>"Well good thing you've got me to go with you. I can show you all the best shops. Plus if both of us go I bet we can get some sort of heroes discount after yesterday."
"So long as I can get what I need. Tell me, where might I find clothing. I imagine your towns aren't going to have a large supply of things to fit me on hand er..hoof."
>"Yeah probably not." Stormy says considering it for a moment. "Your best bet is gonna be Carousel Boutique, but that place is expensive, assuming Rarity isn't too busy with other orders anyway."
>You had figured finding clothing would be difficult but it seems it may be worse than you had anticipated if there's only one shop in town.
>You must be making some sort of face as you consider what you were just told because Stormy is quick to add "If that doesn't work out there's always Canterlot. They've got tons of shops there."
"Canterlot, that is your capital city is it not?"
>"Yep, it's basically the seat of government for Equestria. It's where Captain Shining Armor was stationed too before he moved up to the Crystal Empire."
"This Captain Shining armor, he was the head of the guard then?"
>"Yep. He's pretty tough too, one time during the changeling invasion he put a magic shield over all of Canterlot. Isn't that cool?"

>>29670941

>It would seem that once against you need to re-evalute the magical strength of these xenos. You have two that raise the sun and moon, with at least one subordinate that can shield whole cities.
>The nearest equivalent void shield you can think of would take several plasma reactors to maintain, not to mention the constant attention from tech priests.
>You quickly snap back to attention as Stormy waves a hoof in front of your eyes "You okay there? You zone out a lot."
"My apologies, I was thinking about what you had said. The ability to shield an entire city with magic is a feat that would be difficult for a single individual to equal where I am from."
>"Well it's not like every unicorn around here can do that either. The Princess Celestia or Luna probably could, and maybe Princess Twilight, and that magician Trixie put ponyville under a bubble once.
>"I think that last one doesn't count because she had some sort of magic necklace or something though."
"That more humans that I could list by name with the same power."
>"What's a human? I thought you said you were an Adeptus something or other."
"Adeptus Astartes, and I am, though I was humanity is the race from which I originate."
>"So humans can change what they are or something?" Stormy asks looking more confused now than before.
"I shall try to explain on the walk to town, an in turn you can tell me what a changeling is. Does that sound fair?"
>"Alright deal." Stormy says before setting to her own food. She finishes quickly but not with unseemly haste and the two of you depart down the road toward Ponyville.
>On the walk you try to explain, in a very simplified manner, what Astartes are, as well as the amount of variety seen in humanity as a whole.
>Once she's as clear as she's going to get on your how that works Stormy Shield tells you of the changelings, and you now have another horror to catalogue for this planet.

>>29671009

That's all I had at the moment, still writing more though, so I'll be posting more in a bit. Gonna try and get a good chunk of the ponyville stuff done tonight.

>>29671009

>The changelings seem like they would pose a serious threat on large scale, the invasion Stormy had told you of seems to stand testament to that.
>Given her descriptions of their relative size and abilities it seems unlikely any of them could hope to replace you, which is some small comfort at least.
>Before you can delve too deeply into mental exercises on how to combat such creatures you break from the treeline of the Everfree forest and get your first glimpse of civilization in some time.
>Ponyville is somewhat larger than you had expected, with a great many cottages and some outlying farmlands surrounding the town center.
>Easily the most noticeable, and most out of place thing here is the castle. A castle that appears to have grown from a great gem like tree near the edge of town.
>While that definitely bears investigating it'll wait for another time, you have supplies to collect.
>Well that and in your experience it's best to have a bit of information before investigating places or structures that defy the laws of nature.
>Though clothing is the first item you wish to purchase Stormy Shield informs you that it is unlikely the Boutique she mentioned is open at this hour, and so the market calls.
>For their part some of the ponies don't seem overly wary of your towering presence. A few of them even go so far as to wave a greeting to you when you pass.
>Stormy for her part seems to be enjoying the attention of the locals, returning their waves and calling out greetings to anyone who looks her way long enough.
>As you are perusing the various market stalls you come across one selling leather goods of remarkable craftsmanship.
>You pick up a few of the belts and bags inspecting them before you address the merchant directly.
"You do fine work. What sort of leather is this?"
>"Thank you, and everything here is faux leather." He says waving a hoof over the table to indicate his wares.

>>29671466

> You nod at his answer and remove the sword from the cloth bundle it was in tied and place it on the merchant's table.
>You had been keeping it tied to the lower edge of your armors power pack, so a proper sword belt will be a great boon.
"I know not what sort of creature a faux is, but I wish for you to make me a sword belt and scabbard. Can you do this?"
>He takes a look at the sword, then at the size of you. "That's gonna be a fairly big piece, but shouldn't take me more than a couple of hours. That is as long as you don't want anything fancy."
"Function over form, so long as it is sturdy and well fit. I was instructed to have this billed to the Everfree Garrison."
>The merchant's eyes light up at that. "Oh in that case you're gonna want at least a little decoration. Gotta have something that can go with a dress uniform for those special occasions right?"
>You're certain the merchant is fishing for a larger commission but his point is a valid one.
"Nothing overly ostentatious. A simple design, no gems or precious filigrees."
>"Well then we just need a design for you."He looks you up and down before pointing at your pauldron. "How about that mark on your shoulder there?"
"Yes that will do nicely. I shall return later to collect the completed work.
>That's one item taken care of. Still the clothing is a more pressing matter, otherwise outside your armor you'll be naked with a belt.
>That somehow seems worse.
>With Stormy acting as guide you head towards the Ponyville school house in order to return the borrowed books.
>The building is a bit smaller than you had imagined, though in truth the only frame of reference you had were the training halls on Caliban.
>When you give it a bit of thought the smaller building makes sense, after all it seems unlikely the students require an area large enough for any sort of physical training.
>You reach the edge of the white fence demarcating the edge of the school grounds when Stormy stops you.

>>29671500

>"Maybe you should let me take the books in." "I'm guessing if the foals see an alien it's gonna be hard to get the to pay attention again for the rest of the day. Which means Cheerilee is gonna be kind of annoyed."
"Very well then. Please see if you can get any books on the history of Equestria, also a dictionary."
>"Uh, I don't think Cheerilee is gonna have the kind of history books you're looking for. Tell you what why don't you go ahead to the Boutique and I'll see about getting you those books."
>"I figure you're gonna be there a while and we can just meet up later."
"Very well then, if you think I can be trusted without an escort."
>Stormy snorts at your joke. "Pretty sure everypony is safer with you in town than outside it."
>With a wave she heads inside the school house leaving you to depart for the Boutique.
>It occurs to you after Stormy has vanished inside that you only have a vague idea of where the Boutique is.
>Well, no matter, you've navigated your way through dense jungles and light less cave systems, one small xenos town will be of no consequence.
>The weather is mild today, so you've elected to wear your helm mag-locked to your hip for the moment, and as a result of this you catch sight of yourself in a shop window.
>It'd been some time since you'd given any thought to how long your hair had grown or the several weeks of beard growth upon your face.
>You're far from passing for one of the Space Wolves but you still have grave need of a shaving kit, or a barber.
>You stop a passerby and ask them were you might find the latter, electing to deal with the need for the former later.
>A short walk finds you standing in a shop full of female ponies in various stages of having their manes cut or shaped in some fashion.
>A small sign overhead reads "perfect perm's salon"
>Most of the clientele and workers have stopped what they are doing and are looking at you.

>>29670724
Had your filter off too huh?

>>29671561

>Without any better plan of action in mind you simply announce
"I am in need of a haircut. I was told this is the best establishment in town."
>At that there a cacophony erupts as the ponies begin talking amongst themselves, presumably about you.
>Several of them usher you over to a chair almost large enough for you, that in and of itself is reason enough to be glad you found this place.
>Some sort of cape is tied about your neck and thrown over your front and a pair of the ponies drag step ladders over and set to brushing your hair while another trots around in front of you.
>She sets up her own step ladder to get about eye level with you "Hello I'm Perfect Perm, welcome to my salon." She says putting on a smile that screams she is trying to make a good first impression.
>Unsure of what you're expected to say here you give a simple introduction
"Anoniaus, knight of Caliban."
>"Ooh so you're a knight, that sounds interesting. I heard you work with the guard and you now Princess Luna."
>"I would just die if I got to style her mane, but enough about that what are we doing for you today?"
>Slightly bemused by the barrage of words flowing from the small mare in front of you make your request.
"Just shave it all off."
>"With hair like this, absolutely not. Don't worry I've got just the thing in mind, you're going to love it."
>With that Perfect Perm sets off in a flurry of movement, you can hear scissors snipping and see bits of hair falling past.
>At some point one of the ponies has smeared something in your hair and is spreading it around with a hoof.
>You want to open your mouth to protest but another has taken a brush and put lather on your face, and is currently in the process of taking a straight razor to the hair on your cheeks.
>You endure in silence for the duration of your ordeal. When she's decided they've finished Perfect Perm waves the others back and fetches a hand mirror to let you see yourself.

>>29671778

>"Well what do you think? Perfect for mingling with the nobles or just looking in charge with the guards, am I right?"
>Your beard has been cut short and shaped, close enough to shaven for your purposes anyway.
>Your hair is somewhat of another matter. It has been cut short enough that it could no longer fall in your eyes, but there are still enough to get a hand in.
>Great effort seems to have been put in to making it look messy, but holding it in place with that gel.
"This is..fashionable?"
>Perfect Perm seems to have missed the question in your tone. "Oh I know. Honestly it's some of my best work."
>Deciding not to press the matter any further you ask what you owe.
>"Oh no I couldn't charge you anything sweetie! Tell you what how about you just put in a good word with the princess and her friends and we'll call it even?"
>There's that hopeful smile again. She seems to have misread your relationship with the nobility here but you decide not to crush her hope.
>That and explaining the truth to her seems like it might be an uphill battle.
"Very well, you have my word that I shall do that on the next opportunity I have."
>Your word given you are allowed to exit the salon, though most of the hair dressers continue waving until you're gone from sight.
>Having already spent longer than you meant to dealing with your hair you redouble your efforts to find the boutique.

>>29671820

That's all for the night I'm afraid.
Here's a much belated pastebin update http://pastebin.com/4DcZLrJe
I'd somehow lost chunks of the story in the pastebin and had to fix them from my master copy. I think it's all there now but if anyone sees anything missing let me know. Hope those of you still reading are enjoying it.

>>29667351
>You see that purple dragon come out and check the barrel, looking around. "This must be the thing Princess Celestia sent Twi."
>He attempts to push the barrel, and is somehow barely able to tip it over.
>Unfortuantly, with you inside it, you hit your head on the side of the barrel, causing you to get a headache.
>You bring a hand to check your head and look at your palm.
>Guess what, you are bleeding.
>Trying to not swear at the little baby dragon you also realize something else has happened.
>The lid of the barrel has fallen out, so you can actually see inside the castle.
>Everything looks nice and shiny, just like you'd think, and you can even see Princess Twilight Sparkle
>Who is looking completely at you.
>Her eyes are getting wider.
>Spike's still trying to push the barrel in.
>He's not really succeeding, but Twilight has a plan as her horn glows with that familar magical aura.
>Suddenly, Spike, the barrel, and you get yanked into the castle as the door slams shut.
>You end up flying out of the barrel and go sliding across the floor, before hitting the wall with a thud.
>Thankfully, your face is unscathed.
>But now your back hurts.
>Spike looks at you, his jaw almost dropping completely in the floor. "WHAT IS THAT!?"
>Twilight sees that you're bleeding, and magically yanks over a medkit, going over to you and working on your wound. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry that you're hurt. I didn't know Princess Celestia was actually sending something that was living through the barrel. I thought it was something else, please don't get mad."
>You lay there, giving a light sigh.
>You've been hurt worse before in the past.
"I'm fine, I'm not really mad... Confused... a little woozy, but not mad."
>Also your back is really pounding, but give that a few moments and you should be fine.
>You sit up while she continues to bandage you.
"So.... Am I really in Ponyville?"
>She blinks and her hooves freeze solid in mid-bandaging. "Yes, but... how do you know where you are?"

That is all I got.

>>29671961
Neat

>>29671731
I don't filter anyone.

>>29665145
Part two finished. Gonna sleep some more and post later after revision.

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>>29671731

>>29672811
I'm pretty sure he's not referring to filtering people. Bit of a tough concept for a /b/tard to understand.

>>29672950
Oh, you can apply filters to post numbers on boards outside the scope of ones that have it by default?

Didn't know that.

>>29672950
>not filtering shin

>>29673120
>filtering shin

>>29656303
were the heck are you dude

>>29671869
definitevely enjoying it, hope that you're still alright

>>29673375
Over there

>>29665145
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>For fuck's sake, will this stain ever get out?
>You've spent the past minute trying to make this pot look spotless, or as close to it as possible.
>...Wait a second, hasn't it always been there?
>Oh, right.
>Nice one Anon.
>You toss your abused rag into the sink, rinsing out the pot before placing it on the drying rack next to the other dishes.
>Immediately washing what you use is a good habit, but it sure as heck isn't a fun one.
>At least you can relax now.
>Your latest good read, "Of Mice and Mares" ain't gonna finish itself.
>You amble on towards your bedroom, eager to get out of your day clothes. A passing glance is directed towards the window facing your front "yard".
>It's twilight, the streetlamps outside providing much-needed light with the moon being obscured by the clouds.
>Either Rainbow Dash is lazy or Ponyville is due for rain.
>Or both.
>Suddenly it's nighttime.
>Those weird princesses and their control over the stars.
>You direct your attention back towards your house before doing a double-take.
>A light drizzle has started outside.
>Damn, you can't stand winter rain.
>You're fine with being wet.
>You can tolerate being cold.
>But you /despise/ dealing with both.
>You take a few seconds to stare depressingly at the scene before you.
>...Hold on a minute.
>You squint, moving slowly towards the window to get a better look.
>That doesn't look like rain. It's...
>...
>SNOW!
>Your eyes light up in excitement.
>You completely forgot about the scheduled snow storm!
>You're a sucker for snow. It's rain's cooler, older brother.
>You're a kid again, mind racing with new ideas.
>First thing's first tomorrow, you're organizing a snowball war. Not a fight.
>A war.
>With magic, the possibilities are endless.
>Last year's event went pretty well by your standards. The Ponyville General was only ninety percent full by the end.
>The Royal Guard was also called after an hour and twelve minutes.

>>29674862
>For being the elite few, they sure didn't put up much of a fight.
>The whole event came to an abrupt halt after you were forced to deploy a Tactical Snow Strike.
>Fun times.
>You snap out of your daydreaming and continue to watch the drifting snowflakes.
>It's cozy, in a weird sort of way...
>A flash of yellow appears in your peripheral vision, and you turn to locate the source.
>?
>Standing right outside the front door is...Fluttershy?
>You didn't see her enter the yard.
>Just how long has she been standing there?
>It doesn't look like she notices you, so you continue to observe her.
>Fluttershy is pawing the ground with a hoof as she alternates between looking at the ground and your door. Her wings occasionally furl and unfurl as though she's going to fly away at any moment.
>Clearly she's nervous.
>No surprise there.
>But why?
>You can make out faint movements of her mouth, presumably from talking to herself.
>No point in keeping her waiting.
>You quickly close the short distance between yourself and the door. One twist of the doorknob and you open the door.
>A blast of cold winter air instantly makes you tense up. You look down at the pale yellow mare standing before you.
>Fluttershy has a foreleg raised in preparation to knock. She looks up to meet your calm gaze, surprise and shock visible on her features.
"Hey Fluttershy, what's up?"
>No response. In fact she's frozen in place; only her pale light-pink mane sways gently with the breeze.
>Impressive, if not worrying.
>You wait a few seconds to see if she'll reboot, but nothing happens.
>You lean over slightly, reaching out to her with a pointed finger. Your finger softly makes contact with her nose.
"Boop!"
>Fluttershy rapidly blinks, pupils returning to their normal size.
>"Oh! Uhm... Hello Anon, it's nice to see you."
>Her cheeks turn pink as she uses her still-raised foreleg to rub the back of her head. A sheepish smile can faintly be seen.

>>29674870
>You return to your straightened position, giving a courteous nod.
"What's up?"
>Fluttershy's smile fades, replaced with worry. She looks away from you before speaking up.
>"I was...uhm, wondering..."
>Her voice trails off, and you can only make out unintelligible mumbling.
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that."
>You've learned long ago to be patient with Fluttershy and her soft-spoken voice.
>Not that it's hard. The Element of Kindness stays true to her moniker, making it difficult for you to be frustrated with her.
>Difficult, but not impossible.
>Fluttershy pipes up as best as she can, still avoiding your stare.
>Which is to say, you can barely hear her.
>"I was...wondering if..."
>Her voice once again dissolves into low murmuring.
>You're considering stooping down to put an ear right in front of her mouth, when another brisk breeze makes you involuntarily shiver.
>Fuck, it's cold out.
"It's getting chilly out here, come inside and we can talk."
>You motion inside with a hand.
>Thankfully Fluttershy doesn't put up a fight.
>"Okay..."
>You step aside and she walks through the doorway, coming to a stop right next to you.
>You finally close the door, eager to warm back up. A quick glance down at the pegasus shows she's looking around your home with interest.
>Oh right, she's never actually been inside.
>You continue your conversation with an obligatory question.
"Want some tea?"
>Fluttershy breaks away from eyeing your furniture to look back up at you.
>"Thank you but...no thank you."
>You're not buying it.
"Are you suuuuure?"
>An eyebrow is raised for good measure.
>As the seconds pass, Fluttershy's gentle smile fades.
>"Oh, well... Only if you want some."
>How considerate of her. At least she didn't look away from you this time.
"Tea it is. Feel free to sit on the couch."
>You turn away into the kitchen, hearing the dull thuds of Fluttershy's hooves meeting the living room carpet.
>You don't have a kettle, but a pot will work just fine.

>>29674880
>Less than a minute later you're crossing into the living room, water left to boil.
>Fluttershy is still taking in her surroundings, but turns towards you as you settle down across from her on the couch.
>You cross your right leg on top of your left so you can properly face her.
"So...you have something you want to tell me?"
>There's that nervous look again.
>"Oh...uhm..."
>Fluttershy straightens up. Unlike last time, her head doesn't turn away, although she still refuses to make eye contact.
>"I was wondering if...if you can help me..."
>That's it? She just needs help?
>Why was that so difficult to ask?
"Yea, sure! Of course!
>...
"What do you need help with?"
>"I need...uhm..."
>The rest of the sentence is lost on you.
>You sigh, some of your patience wearing thin.
"Fluttershy."
>Now she gives you eye contact, ears flattened close to her head.
>What could possibly be troubling her?
>You carefully select your next few words. You don't want to come off as threatening or rude.
"I want to help you, I really do. If you want me to help you, I need you to tell me /exactly/ what you need help with. Don't be nervous or afraid, just let it out."
>You pause.
"I'm not going to be mad or anything, if you were worried about that."
>You feel like you're talking to a child, but then again, Fluttershy is quite sensitive.
>Child or not, your words have the desired effect on her.
>Her ears lift back up, and she takes in a deep breath before sighing loudly.
>"Okay Anon..."
>Fluttershy sounds much more confident, her volume also reaching normal levels.
>You adjust yourself to appear more attentive, waiting for her to continue.
>"I need somepony to help me get a special plant for Harry. He's very sick and it's the only thing that'll cure him."
>Oh fuck.
>You knew your bear bro was sick, but you didn't know it was /that/ bad.
>Harry is cool. The two of you wrestle every now and then.
>You'll win eventually.

>>29674894
"Of course I'll help. So, uhhh, where is this plant located?"
>Fluttershy is wearing quite the odd expression, as though she wants to jump for joy and curl into a ball at the same time.
>Needless to say, you're worried.
"Are you okay?"
>She nods her head a few times, managing to squeak out two words.
>"I'm fine."
>A hiss from the kitchen reminds you of your unattended pot.
"Fu-- Right... Sorry Fluttershy, just give me a moment to get your tea."
>You quickly get up and speed-walk to the kitchen. Once inside, you pour the steaming water into the already prepared mug.
>Does she like her tea with any condiments?
"Fluttershy! Do you want anything with this tea? Sugar, milk... crackers? I dunno."
>She calls out with what is undoubtedly her "yelling" voice.
>"Just a teaspoon of sugar, please."
"Gotcha."
>One teaspoon later, you're back next to Fluttershy, mug of tea placed on the glass tabletop near you.
>"Thank you Anon."
"Yup."
>She looks first at the tabletop, then at your empty hands, bewilderment evident on her face.
>She finally looks up to your face and gives you the single most flat glare you've ever seen.
>It takes willpower you never knew you had just to keep a straight face. Your left eye twitches, betraying your effort.
>You want to ask again about where that plant she mentioned is located, but you know you'll never stop laughing if you open your mouth.
>You can only look anywhere but at the peeved mare sharing this couch with you.
>Eventually Fluttershy breaks her stare, gaze shifting to the fireplace.
>"...It's called Autumn's Breeze, and it can only be found in...in the Everfree Forest."
>She shivers a little at the mention of 'Everfree'.
>The Everfree? You've never actually been in there, only told stories of what it holds.
>You do know Zecora lives there, so it can't be /that/ bad.
>You cough to let some of the giggles out.
"Sounds simple. Well, when do you want to get it?"

>>29674905
>Fluttershy snaps her head back to face you. Her eyes are wide, pupils contracted.
>"Do you know what lives in there? Manticores, chimeras, and Ursa Majors, oh my! Not to mention the t-timberwolves..."
>She's shaking more and more with each monster she lists. You can actually feel the sofa vibrating.
>"And the trees, oh, those awful, scary trees! There's s-sea serpents too, and not all of them are nice like the one we met. Oh, there's too m-many to list!
>Fluttershy is pressed firmly against the couch as though she wants to become one with it.
>"I was hoping the plant would be close by, but NO--"
>You're taken aback by her harsh yelling-whisper.
>"--it just has to be as f-far away from Ponyville as possible..."
>She lets out a sad sigh, the sofa still vibrating with her movements.
>This may be the most down you've seen Fluttershy in a while.
>Pep-talks aren't your thing, but you'll be damned if you don't try.
"Fluttershy"
>Her head picks up to look morosely at you.
"You want Harry to get better, right?"
>A sad nod is her response.
"Then that's all there is to it. Getting this, whatsitcalled, 'Autumn's Breeze' is necessary."
>Fluttershy lets out another sigh.
>"I know..."
>Fuck, that didn't work. You really don't like seeing her this miserable.
>Think Anon, think...
>After a few moments, inspiration strikes.
"You know it's okay to be nervous, or scared, afraid, whatever you want to call it. What matters is you're willing to deal with those feelings to help Harry. /That/ is bravery."
>You reach out with a hand to rest on her shoulder, fingers barely touching her withers.
>Fluttershy is looking back at you. You can see a faint glimmer of confidence in her eyes.
>You need more!
"Remember, you won't be alone. I /did/ say I'm willing to help out. The two of us together can get that plant no problem."
>You finish your ad-libbed speech with a grin.
>Holy heck, that was dangerously cheesy.

>>29674935
>Fluttershy says nothing, but her changing body language tells you all. She sits up from her slouched position, side still resting against the sofa.
>Moderate cyan eyes lock with yours as she gives a timid, yet firm smile.
>"You're right. I have to be brave, not for myself but for Harry!"
>You eagerly nod.
>"Thank you Anon."
>You give her shoulder a quick rub before returning to your initial position.
"Eh, that's what friends are for, right? Anytime."
>Fluttershy closes her eyes for a few seconds. When she opens them, she turns her attention to the mug resting securely on the table.
>She takes it between both fore-hooves, bringing it up to her lips. After blowing lightly on the surface she takes a small sip, immediately wincing.
>That's a good mug. It holds heat well.
>That sharp peppermint aroma is starting to fill you with regret. Perhaps you should've made your own cup.
>No worries, you can do so later after she leaves.
>You'll let her and her drink cool off for a few minutes before you ask for the specifics of this mission.
>From what you already know, there's a very real possibility of meeting unfriendly beasts.
>You wish every animal could be as much of a buddy as Harry.
>Unfortunately, even with this being a magical world filled with talking horses and mythical creatures, such a dream doesn't exist.
>No one is perfect.
>So you'll probably deal with some unruly pests. Just great.
>Not like you have any particular special set of skills to assist Fluttershy with. You and magic go together like oil and water.
>You're basically offering moral support. She would be better off with someone like Miss Know-it-All, or Skittles.
>In fact, did she ask them at all? Surely she did.
>You focus back on Fluttershy, who's taking tiny sips of her tea.
"Fluttershy."
>She pauses to look at you.
>"Yes Anon?"
"...Did you ask any of your other friends for assistance?"
>Her ears droop a little.

>>29674947
>"Oh...I did but they're all busy tomorrow and I really don't want to wait any longer."
>Ah.
>"Twilight locked herself in the Library for another three-day studying marathon."
>You didn't ask for details, but okay.
>"Rarity is expecting a huge order on her latest design, and Pinkie Pie is assisting the Cakes with preparations for the Sugarcube Corner Winter Party. Rainbow Dash and Applejack are both out of town..."
>Cloudsdale and Appleloosa respectively.
>Talk about unlucky, literally every single one of her best friends is unavailable.
>Well, excluding you.
>Some friends though, Pinkie and Twilight should be able to take a day off to help their friend.
>Fluttershy is still talking.
>"They all offered to join me the day after tomorrow...but I /really/ don't want to wait."
>That sure shut you up.
>Interesting. Fluttershy is willing to put her personal safety in even more danger just to help Harry faster.
>You wish she'd notice these things.
>You chuckle.
"I understand. 'The sooner the better.'"
>Fluttershy slowly nods before returning to sipping her tea.
>It's cool that you can help her out this way. When no one else is left, she turns to you.
>Neat.
>...
>......
"I'm your last resort, aren't I."
>The words leave your mouth before your brain has time to advise against it.
>Fluttershy's pupils contract as she attempts to spit out the tea she already swallowed. Her reward is a small coughing fit.
>She hastily places the mug on the tabletop, taking some time to clear her airway.
>With tears in her eyes (hopefully from the coughing), she addresses you.
>"Oh no!... Well..."
>You can almost see the gears turning in her head as she tries to come up with a suitable response.
>"...You /are/ the only pony-- uhh, hyu-mun who can help me..."
>You raise a hand to interrupt, wanting to ease her mind.
"Fluttershy, it's okay; I understand. In fact I thought the same thing when you brought it up."

>>29674954
>You shrug.
"Let's face it. I am the last person-- figuratively and literally-- you should take with you."
>Fluttershy's initial confusion has switched to sadness, a frown on her features.
>"Don't say that, Anon. You are very helpful."
>You scoff, brushing off her compliment.
"Let's be real here: There is nothing, and I mean /nothing/, I can do better than any of your other bee-eff-effs."
>You bring a hand up to start taking count of your shortcomings.
"I can't do magic, I can't fly, and I don't have ridiculous strength.
>Three fingers waggle at Fluttershy.
"Don't get me started on special talents. I can't even call myself a 'jack-of-all-trades, master of none'."
>Fluttershy appears hurt, as though your words are meant for her. She also looks...
>Agitated?
>"Why would you say those hurtful things about yourself? None of that matters Anon. You can still help me."
>'Hurtful things about yourself'?
>Ahhh, you see the problem.
"Oh, don't worry, I'm not depressed or anything. I'm not trying to make myself depressed either. I'm just stating facts. Actual cold, hard facts. The truth hurts, Fluttershy, but we live with it.
>A pause.
"I'm pretty relaxed right now."
>Okay, so maybe that last bit wasn't entirely truthful...
>You barely finish your sentence before a yellow blur invades your view.
>Fluttershy has taken to the air and is hovering in front of you.
>...
>Oh god, she looks pissed.
>At least by Fluttershy standards.
>"Now you listen here, mister! Don't you EVER say such mean things about yourself again!"
>A fore-hoof presses against your nose on the word 'ever'.
>You manage to squeak out a single word.
"Okay."
>Fluttershy is not satisfied with your meager offering.
>"Pinkie Promise?!?"
>You can only furiously nod your head like an idiot.
>"Say it!"
>The words fumble out of your mouth.
"Cross my heart, hope to fly... stickacupcakeinmyeye."

>>29674972
>You put a bit too much force into hitting your eye, but you barely feel it. Your senses are all trained on the furious pegasus silently judging your performance.
>She remains quiet for what feels like an eternity before finally speaking up.
>"Good."
>Oh thank god, you get to live anoth--
>Fluttershy suddenly lands on the couch, most of her weight leaning on you as she gives you a tight hug.
>"You don't need magic, or flying, or super strength, Anon. It doesn't matter if you have a special talent or not."
>Doubt it.
>"Just being there with me is enough."
>...
>Your face suddenly feels warmer.
>D'awwww...
>Also if you didn't know any better about ponies, her words would basically constitute a declaration of love.
>They get /really/ mushy about their feelings, and Fluttershy is far from the exception.
>Your arms are trapped beneath her forelegs, so you settle for resting your head against hers.
>After a minute or so Fluttershy finally breaks her hold on you, leaning back to return to a sitting position.
>She's wearing a warm smile.
>You shake your head in amusement.
"I thought I was supposed to be the one giving a pep-talk."
>Her cheeks darken as she looks abashed, the reality of what she did finally sinking in.
>She hurriedly takes her mug back into her hooves, taking a deep swig before feigning interest in the swirling liquid inside.
>You laugh softly, all the negative weight removed.
"Thank you Fluttershy."
>She glances back up to you with, tinges of pink still visible.
>"You're welcome, uhm... Anon."
>Back to her usual timid self.
>And now you're back to your thoughts before this situation turned into a feel-good novel.
>Yea, you're her last choice, but that doesn't mean you have to be completely useless.
>Well, how /can/ you contribute?
>...You'll figure it out eventually.
>And even if you can't support her physically...
>'Just being there with me is enough.'
>You let out an amused huff.
>Dear goodness, that was cheesy...
>But it worked.

>>29674984
>You feel all tingly again.
>It's nice to be wanted.
>You look back to Fluttershy, who's finishing up the contents of the mug. She finally drains the dregs, returning the mug to the tabletop before letting out a satisfied sigh.
>She gives her full attention to you, waiting patiently for anything you might say.
"So..."
>You adjust yourself into a more relaxed position.
"What time tomorrow do we leave?"
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Part 2 finished, still kinda short. I swear stuff will actually start happening kinda-sorta next part. Criticism needed, etc.

Not to sound like an attention whore, but how would I go about getting my pastebin placed in the story/author archives? As much as I only view my flaws I know some people do enjoy these stories, so I'd like them to be immortalized, so to speak.

>>29674990
>how would I go about getting my pastebin placed in the story/author archives

Posting with a name would help, but not necessary. Other than that just yell at 8th or whoever is doing the lists now to add you

>PRO pastebin user
I am disgusted

Minor bump because I'm writing another post.

>>29676130
Is it alright to post a story or should I wait for you, bud?

>>29676196
Go ahead. I'm gonna take a while, got food.

Plus I'm lazy and don't really post more than one post at a time.

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Get hype! Horse la Horse Season 2: Episode 5 INCOMING


>“Iron Will says: Wake up, monkey,” you feel a sweaty, smelly towel whip across your face. That wakes you right the fuck up. Nothing like the smell of wet bullman in the morning. You jolt off the couch and damn near slam your face into the coffee table doing it.
“M-meh,” you groan, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.
>“Your montage starts today, dummy,” he says in a strong tone.
“A-already?”
>“We’ve got 13 days starting today, and I was not impressed at all by yesterday’s performance. We need to pump you up if you’re gonna stand a chance against anyone in that tournament.”
“Alright sensei, let’s get to it. Am I gonna be waxing your manga collection to build up my reflexes?”
>“No,” he grunts, beckoning you to follow him into the next room.
[CUE TRAINING MUSIC]
Theme of Anonymous' training:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MiBw4L8uj1o

1/. . .
>>29676215
>don't really post more than one post at a time.
>disdain for plebs

I did this with Interviews way back in the day, one post at a time. It really is distracting to write for me, hard to remember what's suppose to happen in the plot, at least in my experience.

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>>29676258
>“First let’s work on that vitality, huh?” The old bull says, tossing you some simple weights. You catch them and give those suckers one or two test pumps, lightweight shit. They couldn’t be more than a pound or two each.
>“Put those down, those aren’t for you. This is though,” he says, pointing to a stellar, glistening with sweat, treadmill.
“Really? That’s some really weak shit for someone of my calibur,” you state, thrust a thumb at yourself with undue confidence.
>He cuffs you by the ear and tosses you on the thing anyway, rocking that shit up to maximum immediately. ZWWWIP, it whirs to life under you, pulling you in like a riptide. You try to stay afloat in the mist of sweat and the smell of burning rubber, getting your feet back under you and ready to run to keep up with the thing beneath you.
“This isn’t so bad!” you shout over the machine’s inner workings clunking and clinking, your legs moving like the roadrunner’s in a whir of circular green and black.
>“Oh yeah, tough guy?” Iron Will asks smugly, “how bad is this then.”
>You don’t see what he does, but you feel it. A dumbbell collides with your head with massive power behind it. And then another two at your back and leg, thrown like speedballs. The pain sets in immediately, feels like you got pegged on the schoolyard playing Suicide times twenty.
“Why are you doing this?” you cry out, grasping the treadmill for dear life as your legs threaten to give out.
>“This is the first day of your new life, I wanna hear you scream if you want Iron Will to mold you into the monkey man who can take on the Mega Forces,” he says with a grovel, tossing another dumbbell.

2/. . .

>>29676268
>You can do little else aside from wheeze, pant, and feel pain, but in your head you’re determined as fuck to end this tale with the Mega Forces under you.
>“Repeat after Iron Will: There is no such thing as pain, it’s all in the brain!” he says cheerfully, dumbbell putting a dent in the back of your skull.
“N-no such thing as pain, it’s all in the meh!” you try to reply, feeling your nonexistence asthma take the words for you.
>Two more pink 1 lbs plastic weights to your back, “I can’t hear you~”
“THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS PAIN, IT’S ALL IN THE BRAIN!” you holler, throwing your bruised head back in fury.
>“Good, good,” Iron Will said reassuringly, flinging out more weights like a pitching machine of pain.
>FADE TO BLACK.
>Camera pans across a large, sunlit, green field. Iron Will, an unassuming goat and Anonymous are standing together in the grassy knoll.
>“Now this here is Iron Will’s signature move,” Iron Will begins, pumping his right arm up and slapping that thick bicep, “do not show the inner workings of this technique to anyone.”
>Iron Will slams himself hard on the grass, sweeping the goat’s 4 legs with one arm, a bleat of distress coming from the poor creature. He rolls on top of it, covering it like a ball, and then springs backward on his two hooves, crushing the goat’s head into the floor with a suplex.
“Hot damn.”
>“I call that little number the Iron Clutch, now you give it a try.”

3/. . .

>>29676280
“Alright boss, I think I can manage,” you reply, smiling, remember how much it hurt when you were in that goat’s place. You crack your knuckles and wrench the goat free from the dirt, its horns leaving two three-four inch depressions into the earth.
>You set the dummy up right and get ready. You fall hard on your back, SLAM! As you fall you whip your arm down around the goat’s legs, knocking it over onto its side. With a bombastic roll you mount the bleating, kicking beast, struggling to keep it pinned for the next part. You hear you knees snap into a smoother position as they bend back, back curving like a rainbow. The soothing sound of a goat in pain, and dirt being dug up tells you that something went right.
>You erect yourself like a car dealership balloon man, wiggling back up right. After your fights a few days ago, you’re not feeling as limber as before. Maybe it has to do with the suit’s lack of power however. Makes you how much of that power was you and how much was Twilight’s magic.
I>ron Will pats you on the back and gives you a kudos, but you don’t pay too much attention. “Something, something, you’re gonna face me in the ring!” he says boisterously, motioning toward a large wrestling ring just a few paces away.
“Wha!?”

4/. . .

>>29676289
>Your boy Will rocked up in something stylin’ today. You hadn’t seen him all morning, and didn’t bother looking for him either. The whole time you were fixing breakfast and getting tense, waiting for a dumbbell to be thrown at you anytime you opened a cabinet. Figuring he was pumping up for your match in some other way, you let him be and mentally prepared in your own way.
>That is, by stripping into your boxers and watching re-runs of Neko Neko with a bowl of cereal. That’s carbs right? That stuff is good for you, right? What aren’t you suppose to do before a boxing match? Is it cum? Are you not allowed to cum?
>Well, either way, it doesn’t matter now. This is a boxing match, not a virility contest.
>“Get out here you little nerd,” you hear Iron yell. You jump out of your own skin and skeleton strut outside, a nervous jig in your step. Why are you so freaked out? He’s just a bull-man, you literally destroyed a giant metal monster by yourself a couple weeks ago!
>Iron Will waves his hand toward the ring, proudly presenting it to you before hopping over the ropes into it. He hits the canvas with a nice “spring” sound. You clamber up the world’s largest twizzlers to get into the ring yourself.
>Iron Will gives you a big hairy hand, tugging you up.
“T-thanks,” you begin, but you don’t get a single letter more out before Will chucks you into the nearest turnbuckle, rocking you against the pole with his force. You hang with your arms wrapped against the ropes, unable to move as >Will rushes you. He picks you up, on hand grabbing your inner thigh, the other your shoulder, and he bows his head forward. With a swift motion his slams you against his back and then jumps up, spinning so you’d slam into the matt.
>Blam! You’re crushed by big blue. He grunts with effort as he tries to crush you into a sweaty mess onto the canvas. Your instincts kick in, and you try to do a pushup to get him off you, and it’s almost working!

5/. . .

>>29676294
>Your muscle connect to the servers, and lock up tightly as you force him off, the big bad bull rolling to your side and slamming on the mat. You jump to your feet, run to the ropes, bounce off them like a maniac, and deliver a sick leg drop to his chest. BOOM! He shudders with the force of your move, spitting up some air and his eyes bulge.
>You help him up, dust him off, and irish whip him into a corner. He grunts as he travels to the turnbuckle, music to your ears. He’s slumped over the corner of the ring, his big arms hanging outside, his muscular back exposed. Time to put his training to use!
“Let me show you how the student becomes the master,” you shout, glint in your eye.
>You charge up to him, getting both arms under his legs and lifting, weakly the little hooves of his kick out, and he starts to come to as you pick his furry (m)ass up.
>"No, no, no!" he mutters, desperately trying to get free of your vice grip.
>Your biceps burn, and it feels like you can't do it. Beads of sweat develop, but a vital surge of spirit energy hits you. Your training kicks in, memories of all those dumbbells thrown at your head, the pain, the agony! You lift your mentor even higher, and then toss him back at the turnbuckle, completing an amazing powerbomb.

6/. . .

Pop quiz: Is Steg Retarded?

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>>29676302
>Huffing and puffing, you stagger back a pace or two. Iron Will breaths raggedly, holding his hand up, "good job, ya did good, kid."
"Is that it?"
>He shakes his head, "for now. It's enough to convince me to go with you. We'll train more on the road."
>You nod your approval back at him, catching your breath still.
"Help me up?"

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Please understand.

>>29676302
>Is Steg Retarded?
Yee

>>29676327
Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it, huh Senpai?