Magicless Anon #10 - The Rise of Old Fort Eerie, and the Great

>>29949143
Well, I finally got the pastebin set up. I just need to figure out how to edit it, and I'm gold.
https://pastebin.com/FyXvxfbi

>>29949143
>tfw new thread still has the same fuck-ups from the last thread

cmon, at least fix the (embed) errors

I'm back friends!
>>29947361
>All was silent.
>Not a sound in the world could be heard as you drifted through the black of night.
>You felt whole, and strangely… aware.
>You looked down at your hands, and the rest of your body.
>Your white coat shined brilliantly, clashing with the void as you drifted.
>You blinked, and found yourself in the bed of the room in Twilight’s castle.
>Only everything felt off.
>And wrong.
>So very wrong.
>The atmosphere of the room seemed to shift as a black, tar like substance began leaking from the corners of the walls.
>You attempted to rise.
>However, that was impossible as the covers wrapped tighter and tighter around your body.
>You found it hard to breathe.
>Your heart started to race within your chest.
>Your attempts at movement become more and more frantic as the sheets wrapped tighter and tighter.
>You start to scream out, but stop as you notice a figure dangling from the ceiling.
>Your breathing hitched in your throat.
>Your heart pounded even harder, threatening to break through your chest.
>Surrounding the thing was a dark energy, that felt hungry.
>Very, very hungry.
>Ashen white hair hung in clumps from its oily, leather like head.
>You felt the disgusting liquid drip from its body onto your cheek.
>An odd familiarity surrounds you and it tilts its face up, staring deep into your soul.
>Those features looked…
>No..
>”JoIn mEee..”
>It couldn’t be.
>The creature dropped from the ceiling and onto your chest.
>Tendrils whipped from its back, creeping up and down your body.
>Seemingly /tasting/ you.
>Your mind screamed at the sight of the abomination.
>Begging it to leave you.
>But you remained silent.
>Glaring fear at the monster.
>The tendrils reached your face, caressing your cheeks.
>”fEeD mE, AnOnYMouS..”
The warped, three toned voice brought pain to your ears.
>And shook you to your very core.
>The tendrils crept down towards your neck, gently wrapping themselves around it.
>”fEeeEd mE...”

>>29949495
>The grip tightened ever so slightly.
>”jOiN Me..”
>The creature lowered its face until it was almost nose to nose with you.
>You could smell the pungent odor of death emanating from /her/.
>Your heart slammed in your chest.
>The Tendrils suddenly wrapped all the way around your neck.
>Stars exploded into your vision as the grip threatened to break your neck.
>”FEED US!”
>It screeched.
>Your ears rang as your vision began to blacken.
>The ringing grew louder and louder.
>The walls of the room seemed to disconnect, and drift away.
>”GIVE US ALL OF IT, ANONYMOUS!”
>The tendrils wrapped tighter and tighter.
>It continued to screech.
>”GIVE IT GIVE IT GIVE IT GIVE IT GIVE IT!”
>And as suddenly as it came.
>It vanished.
>Disintegrating into a thin black mist.
>A soothing voice rang out.
>”Awaken.”
>You shot up in your bed, drenched in sweat.
>The shirt under your coat was soaked.
>Your heart pounded in a frenzy, and your breathing was very much the same.
>As you calmed, a distant pounding from outside the door reinvigorated your panic.
>It got closer and closer, until it ripped open the door.
>You were frozen as the light robbed you of vision.
>”Anon!”
>Twilight’s frantic voice broke you of your trance.
>”Are you okay?!”
>You could hear the clip clop of hooves as she jogged towards you.
>You calmed down considerably, enough to give her an answer.
“I think so”
>Your voice was trembling.
>Twilight took notice to this as well.
>”Are you sure?”
>”I helping with breakfast when I heard you screaming ‘get away from me’ over and over again.”
>You swallowed, your throat as dry as the Sahara.
“I’m fine, Twilight.”
>You paused briefly.
“At least I think so.”
>You absently rubbed at your neck, noting the lingering soreness.
>She still looked worried, eyeballing you as you removed yourself from the bed.
“It was just a really bad dream.”
>You remove the coat from your body.

>>29949502
>”Do you want to talk about it? Remember, even though you barely know us, I’m right here to help you.”
>You ponder for a moment.
“Twilight.. I don’t even think I can talk about it.”
>She nods in understanding.
>”I understand. C’mon, I got breakfast in the dining hall and I’m pretty sure you’re starving.”
>You leave your coat on the bed and you walk along side Twilight as you both made your way down the winding halls.
>All is silent before the pony breaks the silence.
>”I.. I never asked.”
>You look down at her.
>”What exactly do humans eat?”
>You knew this one was coming.
>Though she meant well, there was still a chance that the food here could do some ridiculous shit like melt your organs.
>The water was fine, so you could only assume the food was too.
>With in reason.
>You noticed that there was a lot of parallels between your world and this one.
>All the way down to the language, which was awfully convenient.
>You never really thought about it, but it is really relieving to know that you don’t have to learn a whole new language.
>You finally relay an answer.
“Well, humans actually eat next to everything organic.”
>Twilight looks up at you, maintaining her pace.
“We’re omnivores, meaning we get the best of both worlds.”
>You flash a smile at her, showing off your small, but noticeable canines.
>Twilight’s eyebrows shot up with interest, urging you to continue.
“I can eat anything from vegetables, to fruits, to peppers, berries, greens, and meat.”
“We primarily eat meat because its the easiest way to get all of our necessary proteins, but quiet a few people run down the vegetarian route as well.”
“We can pick and choose what we eat, and as long as you have beans and nuts then I should be able to get my proteins.”
>You smile at her.
“Long story short, as long as you don’t try to feed me hay, flowers, or straight poison, then I should be perfectly okay.”

>>29949515
>She nodded her head, a gentle smile touching her lips.
>”Good, because I got some scrambled eggs and toast whipped up for us”
>”One more question.”
>You shrug.
“Shoot.”
>”Are you okay eating wheat?”
>You nod with a smile.
>”Perfect!” she happily chirps.
>Another moment of silence passed before she spoke again.
>”You know I actually didn’t think you were a predator but now that I look at you, I can really see it.”
>You raise an eyebrow.
“Really now?”
>”Yes! I won’t go into detail, because you obviously know what makes you a predator”
>She paused.
>”It’s not weird that I was just studying you, is it?”
>You laugh lightly.
“Maybe a little, Twilight. I don’t mind at all though; I understand. I’m a completely different being in a completely different world. There’s nothing wrong with a little bit of study.”
>You hear her breathe a sigh of relief and she spoke up again.
>”Good, because I though that I was being a little weird or something”
>She laughed awkwardly.
>You shook your head, chuckling.
“Nah. I’ll tell you this though, if you yanked my pants down and started probing me, THAT would be /very/ weird and uncalled for. A little bit of observation is harmless though.”
>You look towards her and spot a deep blush on her lavender cheeks.
“You weren’t planning on that, were you?”
>She promptly, and violent shook her head.
>”Nononono not at all, Anon!”
>You laugh at the flustered pony.
“I’m just messing with you, Twilight.”
>She stutters for a bit before huffing, giving up on speaking entirely.
“I’m just messing with you, Twilight” you say between laughs.
>She huffed again.
>”Yeah, yeah.”
>Silence took over for a bit longer before you spoke up again.
“Do we happen to be anywhere near the dining hall? I don’t mean to be pushy, but we’ve been walking for a while.”
>Twilight perks up, a smile making its way back to her lips.

>>29949527
>”yes actually; it’s right behind those doors.”
>Her horn fires up, coating itself in a glittering lavender glow.
>The doors shimmered the same, and opened for the both of you.
>What laid before you was nothing short of breathtaking.
>The crystal walls shimmered in the sunlight that danced through stained glass windows.
>A long table stretched the length of the room, and rested atop a glimmering crystal floor.
>You spotted a purple and green lizard and ask Twilight what or who it was.
>”Oh Spike? He’s my assistant! I don’t think I introduced you two when you first got here.”
>You shook your head.
“Not at all.”
>She started forward, prompting you to follow.
>”Well now is good as time as any.”
>She called out across the room.
>”SPIKE! Come meet our new guest!”
>Her assistant turned.
>Assistant.
>Your chest tightened, but you swiftly knock the feeling down, bring yourself back to the present.
>The reptile dropped his crystal sandwich-
>Crystal sandwich.
>We’re you seeing that right?
>You just shook your head; new world, new rules. You shouldn’t be surprised to see what looks like a baby dragon eating jewels.
>”Anonymous, this is Spike.”
>Twilight swept her fore hoof between the both of you.
>”And Spike, this is Anonymous! Equestria’s newest human!”
>She beamed, a grin splitting her face.
>Spike looked you up and down.
>”Human, huh? You don’t look so scary to me.”
>You were surprised at his brashness.
“I’m not trying to be.”
>You stuck a hand out for a hand shake.
>He looked you up and down once more before tentatively taking your hand in his own.
>After the brief meeting all of you sat down to eat.
>Breakfast was mostly uneventful.
>Mainly you explaining some details of humanity to Twilight and Spike.
>And in turn you learned quiet a bit about the world that you resided in,
>For example, you now knew that Twilight and five of her friends were national heroes.

>>29949535
>That included the yellow pony from yesterday; Fluttershy.
>There was another pony that lived with Twilight by the name of Starlight Glimmer, but she was in the capital city know as Canterlot, and from what Twilight had said, would be gone for a couple of months.
>There was also a demigod by the name of Discord that popped in every now and again.
>He was mostly harmless though.
>And lastly you learned about the rulers of the lands.
>Ruler of the day, Princess Celestia.
>And Ruler of the night, Princess Luna.
>Who used magic to raise and lower and sun and moon, respectfully.
>It hurt your head to think about, so you didn’t.
>Soon enough you and Twilight found yourselves exploring the castle.
>Rather, you found her giving you the grand tour of her palace.
>”And that right there is the library!”
>She grinned happily.
>”If you ever need to check something out, or if you feel like you just need a quiet place to sit, this covers all of your needs!”
“I really appreciate it, Twilight.”
>You look away from her and to the double doors of the library.
>You look back towards her.
“Seriously, you’ve been nothing but kind to me this entire time.”
>You awkwardly laugh.
“I have no idea how I’ll ever pay you back.”
>She smiled up at you.
>”There’s absolutely no need to, Anon.”
>”You were in need, and I did what any good pony would do.”
>You smile down at her.
“Still, thank you.”
>She dips down slightly.
>”My pleasure.”
>You walked up to the double doors, placing a hand against the solid oak.
“Do there happen to be any books on Equestrian magic in here?”
>Twilight grinned.
>”Oh of course! Several actually.”
>She trotted up to the doors, opening them with her magic.

>>29949542
>”Shall we?”
>You smile.
“We shall.”
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And that concludes that update. I wanted to get this one out because I'm not going to be able to put out another one until next week. So, I'm giving ya'll this bone to suck on until the next one. Anyways, heres my pastebin for anyone who wants it, and I'll see you all in the next update! https://pastebin.com/brNzDAXi

Might nuke the old thread first guys

>>29950371
how about i nuke you, you motherfucker?

More Obsession tomorrow.

>>29949387
add more embeds each thread.

>>29951750

Will get back to writing new stuff soon; last week of this semester is taking a lot out of me.
Here's a pastebin of the start of my first story so it doesn't get lost.

https://pastebin.com/FZ4n960B

>>29952153
As a side note, if anyone wants to drop more prompts for short stories/troll anon stories/any other random bullshit then I'll see about picking them up at some point. have a few on the backburner.

>>29952444
Anon finds magic that makes traps not gay.

>>29952715
Wrong thread, friend. You're looking for 'Always Had Magic Anon'.

>>29951793
This

>bump

>>29949542
>She want "foal"

>Ow, back hurts.
>You are Anonymous, and you are an idiot for sleeping in the chair last night.
>These cramps and pains are going to be with you all day.
>And all because you wanted to figure out how Orange Mana got his magic.
>You don’t even remember much of what you read from the second book.
>There was something about heat waste, the differences between magic and mana, and how the mystical arcane storms were formed, but that’s all you could remember.
>Well, better stretch and see if the pain will at least subside.
>After loosening up your muscles a bit, you pick up “Magical Myths and Legends”.
>Maybe a night’s rest is what you needed.
>Opening the book up to a random page, you start reading a section about…
“The Mare in the Moon?”
>As in, Princess Luna?
>She was once a myth.
>Wait; if Luna turned out to be real, then that means…
>It is possible.
>Going back to “Famous Sorcerers Throughout the Ages”, you quickly find Orange Mana’s section.
>This time, you look at the more absurd theories.
>The ones the book claims rely on myth or legend.
>If your theory is right, these theories have more truth behind them than they appear.
>From there, you look through “Magical Myths and Legends” to learn more about the myths.
>Perhaps from there, you could find the answer everyone’s been looking for.
>On second thought, maybe not.
>These were scholars and researchers who were researching this for the longest time.
>And you were just a human who, until fairly recently, had less experience with magic than a newborn foal.
>What made you think you could figure out the answer.
>Ah, who cares? It’s still something to do!

>>29954834
>Well that was a lot shorter than you thought.
>Literally only five minutes and you’ve learned everything you needed, culminating in a grand total of two theories.
>The First was the absorption of an Arcane storm, which was the least likely of the theories.
>On the one hand, It turns out Arcane storms actually did exist, but were rare enough to be put into the book anyways.
>This means it’s at least possible for it to happen.
>On the other hand, there hasn’t been one seen in Equestria since 100 years before the supposed birth of Orange Mana.
>If a storm were to form without anyone noticing, it would’ve had to have been absorbed within moments of being created.
>While possible, it’s very unlikely simply on account of the many coincidences needed for it to happen.
>This is also assuming storms could be absorbed, and considering the magical power of them is what makes them so dangerous, it only compounds to the unlikeliness of the theory.
>That leaves door number two.
>A Well of Magic.
>While relegated only to stories and myth, if they existed they could in theory provide any creature with far greater magical potential.
>The keywords being “if” and “could”.
>Should it have existed, it would have likely been near a place Orange Mana had spent a good chunk of his early life.
>Alternatively, some have speculated they are close to areas of high magic and magical energies.
>Well that was an interesting read, but now it’s time to do something else.
>You’ve already spent most of the morning indoors, so getting out is a good idea.
>Perhaps Rarity needs a hand?
>Ha; you’re hilarious.

>>29954836
Updated Pastebin. https://pastebin.com/FyXvxfbi

Anon should write runes on the thing that keeps him from using them

>>29955699
What could that possibly solve?

>>29955715
make them do exactly opposite of what they are designed to do
seems there's a rune for everything

>>29955699
Good luck writing any runes without magical essence (part of Twilight's castle).

>>29955721
It's more like you can make anything with runes. They seem to function like an alphabet so you can write spells.

On the subject of runes and horns, what if Anon intends to use the horn as a wand of some sort? A lot of greens use the horn as simply a conductor for magic; not the source of it. Anon also called it a catalyst, which is weird. You wouldn't call a battery a catalyst.
I dunno what it would solve, but its the most plausible thing I can think of.

>>29956209
Shit, now I want Anon to use Celestia's horn as a wand or badass staff.

>>29956241
That'd be pretty cool, yeah. A bit of payback.
As another piece of evidence that this might be his plan, way back when, Anon made a rune that was simply power. Power for his other runes, sure, but I bet it also acts as a battery in general.

>>29949143
Repost.

>A pony's magic constantly refills, so even if a large amount is drained, it replenishes fully over time.
>One of Twilight's experiments causes Anon, a magically blank being, to be saturated in a lot of her magic in a million-to-one fluke.
>It transforms him into a green and lavender alicorn.
>However, the twist: Anon likes being a magical blank.
>There's no pressure, no responsibility, and he's as lazy as fuck.
>Go on life-threatening adventures? Fuck that.
>Now, he's a FimFiction-tier, cringe-worthy alicorn OC.
>He's pressuring Twilight to fix this mistake quickly.
>Twilight reluctantly searches for a solution.
>She likes having another brother.
>Meanwhile, the other alicorns are sniffing about, whether to welcome him to the family or for more... lewd and romantic reason.
>Anon just wants to go back to bed, go bar-hopping at night with Mac, Lyra, etcetera.
>"Goddamnit, Rarity! Stop stalking me! I'm not a prince, and we hated each other's guts before!"
>"Cadence, get your hoof off my junk."

>>29957637
"You see this Shiny? This is what you get for scratching my Ork Kommando."

Irrationally Vengeful Anon's Equestrian Vacation when?

Bumperino

>>29940263

>”Well when you phrase it like that, no.”
“That’s the only way to phrase it.”
>”She knows I’m here in the castle.”
“Alright, I’m going to stop you there. If you had to pull that workaround, you knew full well the answer that you were supposed to give.”
>”Honestly, I’m just happy we’re having a conversation.”
>You lean forward and rub your temples.
>”Drop something? Oh, let me help.”
>The legs of your chair come to life as her magic shoves you away.
>The sudden movement knocks you out of it and onto your knees.
“Twilight!”
>”Did you find it?”
“Get out!”
>Shouting increases the pounding in your head, and you instantly regret doing so.
>Really though, you’re being very calm and collected compared to what you could be doing.
>”Anon, come on. You’ve been avoiding me for so long.”
“And for good reason! Fuck, can’t you take a hint?”
>Holy shit, this stupid fucking mare is going to be the end of you.
>”The only hint you’ve given me is that you need friendship now more than ever.”
>Friendship, friendship, friendship!
>That’s all she ever talks about!
>Jeez, it’s like she’s obsessed with it or something.
>You bet you could write some flavor of mind wiping spell to get that nasty trait out of her.
>Yeah, that would solve the problem.
>It would be easy enough. Mind spells are oddly simple, despite popular belief.
>All it takes is some careful application, a magic circle or two, and even the weakest unicorn could wipe the recent memories of a whole crowd of ponies.

>>29959522

>The thought of Twilight, dumbed down to five, stumbling around wondering where her mommy is and why she looks so big brings a smile to your face.
>”I don’t get it, Anon. Why are you smiling if you’re angry? Does being mad bring you joy?”
“No, but imagininging you suffering does. Now leave before I take the leap from fantasy to reality. You know I’ve done it before.”
>The princess’ ears droop, hugging her face.
>”That’s not a very friendly thing to say.”
“Because I don’t want to be friendly. Not to you, Twilight. What I want to do is bash your head against a table until it turns into sawdust,” you hiss.
>With one hand on your knee, you push yourself up.
>Of course you’re careful to go slowly so as not to aggravate your head.
>”And that’s precisely the reason why you’re here. We’ll work that aggression out of you. Don’t worry, Anon. It’s not too late for you to see the light.”
“No, you daft cunt! I’m here because of you! I wanted to leave town! I wanted to live alone, peacefully, happily in the forest, but you just had to come along and screw that all up just like you screw everything up!”
>The buttons on your jacket snap off as it’s pulled open.
>The only thing holding it on is your belt and even that’s struggling to withstand the force of Twilight’s magic.
>You liked those buttons.
>”Look at your chest Anon. Those are evil.”
“They’re evil, yeah, but I’m not! All I’ve ever done is good, haven’t I? I didn’t put these on myself because I wanted to rule the world! I just wanted to,” your words catch in your throat.
>She stares at you, and you back.
>What could be running through her mind right now?
>A thousand items all pointing to the same conclusion that you’re just an insane little kid who needs a strong mare’s guidance to stop hurting himself.
“I wanted to fit in.”

>>29959526

>”Oh, Anon, you did fit in.”
“I didn’t.”
>”You were a citizen of Ponyville just like the rest of us. You were self sufficient. You were strong.”
“But I wasn’t strong. I was weak--crippled by your standards. Do you know what it’s like to wake up every day and be reminded at every turn by every person that you’re completely and utterly hopeless? Magic was a gap. It was a gap so wide that no amount of effort or speech making could close it.”
>”That’s not--”
>Let her finish her response? You think not.
“And then I had it. I had knowledge. I had taken the first step to becoming better than myself, but even that was thrown in my face. How could dumb old Anon, some loser with no magic, know anything on the subject? Cheerilee sure didn’t think so.”
>”Is this about her?”
“No, Twilight! Have you been listening at all?”
>”Of course I have. I hear you.”
>Twilight gets out of her chair and walks over to you.
>Her face reaches your waist and she looks up with those big purple eyes.
>She extends her hoof and rubs it on your thigh consolingly.
>”I hear your cries and I accept them. I’m here to help you.”

>>29959533
“I don’t want your help.”
>You pull away from her.
>She takes a step forward, but you put your hand up to stop the pony.
“You still don’t understand what I’m telling you and I don’t think you ever will. Help from someone like you is worthless. You’ll never solve my problem because you’re too bent on solving your own.”
>”But I want to help you!”
“No, you want me to be your friend, and you’ll make that happen even at my expense. I lived my life here powerless and without respect. I was treated like a delicate glass statue. I may be imprisoned here, surrounded by angry ponies with spears, but that’s a far better alternative to you. They hate me, sure, but they hate me because I’m strong. I’m never going back to what I was before. I’m never going to be your friend. The sooner you get that through your head, the better.”

Just a little bitty bit tonight because the day was busier than I thought it'd be. I will be back with more tomorrow though. A lot more, not a pitiful chunk like this. I just wanted to post this because I said I'd update today and I was keen on doing so. In the meantime, indulge yourself with the rest of the story. Part 1 and 2, both fully updated, can be found at these two links respectively https://pastebin.com/5ECNnjxF https://pastebin.com/8DSdhfkR

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>>29957637
I will read it!

>>29959545
Is this finally the moment where Twilight understands she's being a shit?

Miracles can happen, occasionally.

>>29960340
>Miracles
Talk about Jesus.

>>29960340
Nah, this is Twilight. She'll probably go insane and push further to secure her own agenda until Celestia intervenes.

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>>29960340
>>29960399
Urchin's Twilight is incredibly dense; She's klutzy, naive, and highly socially inept. It's like watching an introvert try to be an extrovert, as if she's going through the motions without understanding what they mean and not realizing that the standard model of social interaction doesn't apply to anon's specific situation.
I'm a massive twifag and even I find it hard to cut her slack here; sure these qualities were present in her from the start and they're part of why I like her, the adorable little doofus but nowhere near this bad. No doubt anon's meddling with her emotions have led to her obsession with him and therefore her lack of self awareness here; he's managed to trigger a Lesson Zero episode by dangling the prospect of friendship in front of her and making it a test for her to pass.

>>29959545
Something I keep noticing, this anon really has a way with words (testament to Urchun's skill, of course). He put that really concisely and clearly. If this doesn't get through to Twilight, then nothing will.

>>29959878
NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW

>>29959522
>even the weakest unicorn can wipe the memories of a whole crowd of ponies
HOLD THE FUCK UP
DON'T YOU THINK FOR ONE GODDAMN SECOND THAT SOMETHING LIKE THAT WILL SLIDE BY
GREYMANE IS NOT JUST A NIGGER, HE'S /THE/ NIGGER

>>29960498
yeah, Anon's just a checkbox on a friendship checklist for her. I'm starting to wonder if the "Obsession" title refers to Anon or Twilight at this point.

>>29960344
Jesus don't have magic anon.

bumpu

>>29932485
>...
>Okay, just a few more adjustments, and...
>Just like that, the device's crystal window sputters to life with a light magenta glow
>Fucking finally
>This shit took way too fucking long than you'd have liked to get working
>It's been a month since the whole iron scare you had experienced
>You were quite happy to see that it had worked a total treat
>You had recovered to full health with just one of those vials within the week
>That did mean, however, that you were more or less bedridden for that week
>Venturing out into the Everfree wasn't the best thing short-term for your body
>That level of soreness and fatigue was not something you'd want to experience again
>Somehow though, you had managed to pull yourself up with Herculean effort, to - you guessed it - read more of that fucking book
>Well, it clued you into that health problem, maybe it could do the same for some others you might have, right?
>Luckily, you were pretty well good on that front
>What the book did provide you, however, was some serious insight into the fundaments of all things magic
>You powered right the fuck through the first sections of the book, which was all just required reading
>And thank fuck you did, because it was some of the coolest shit ever
>The properties of all kinds of metals here, the theory behind magic crystals, how magical energy works, and more
>Turns out that magical energy was called two different things: 'mana' by folks like the ponies and all, and 'vis' by these thaumaturge dudes

>>29962683
>Since you're of the vidya persuasion, you're going with mana
>Sorry wizard dudes, but you're not gonna undo years of Diablo with one book
>Even if it was the coolest next step up from a pop-up book you've ever read
>Of course, you had corroborated the stuff in this book with some choice literature courtesy of Twilight
>Best post-Rarity-molestation-by-measuring-tape gift ever
>Too bad about those pet prospects, though
>You seemed to like the ones that didn't like you, and the ones that liked you, you didn't like
>And you weren't gonna keep one of the little buggers here against their will
>Maybe next time, you'll find something
>Until then, it's just you by your lonesome down here
>But hey, it certainly wasn't boring
>Because you were able to do some of the practical shit in this book
>Nothing too extraordinary at first, just collect metals and gems, and note shit down about them for the book
>Oh yeah, and this fucking thing literally eats your papers
>Spooked you right the fuck out at first, thinking it was going to lay eggs in your fucking appendix or something
>You know, like those facehugger things, except using the back door
>And with more papercuts
>...
>Christ almighty, you were just all over the place today
>You really should hit the sack, you did just finish making... whatever the fuck this thing was again
>Yeah, off you go
>...

>>29962693
>Your deep hyperbaric slumber was interrupted by the sound of a door knocking
>Holy fuck man, can't a guy catch some Z's after attempting some magic shit?
>And you were having that dream about the goatmen passing kidney stones made of everlasting gobstoppers, too
>That'll teach you fucks to gank me in the catacombs
>More knocking
>Oh for fuck's sake
>You rise quickly and throw on yesterday's shit really quickly
>STOP FUCKING KNOCKING
"Just one second!"
>Holy o'fuck, the sun hasn't even cracked the horizon yet
>Who's the bitch nigga who's waking you at like 5 in the fucking morning
>You open the door after the next series of knocks to--
>...
>What.
>Excuse me?
>No.
>No, this isn't real.
>Yeah, this is some kinda nightmare.
>You know, those dream inception things.
>Unfortunately, a pinch confirms this as the waking world.
>"He-hey there, scary ape man! Remember me?"
>I wish I didn't remember you.
>Wait, that's it! Feign ignorance!
"I'm sorry, but who are you again?"
>"A-aw, I'm Doctor P-Precise Measure, mister monkey! You r-really scared us all at t-the dig site, r-remember that?"

>>29962706
>The turbo autist legend from yore has appeared in front of your door.
>If there is a god out there, he must hate your fucking guts.
>"A-anyways, freaky chimp guy, I'm h-here for my box!"
>Your what.
"Your what?"
>You could see the sperg dial flip from 'forever alone' to 'Chris-chan' in his eyes at that moment.
>"My little bottomless box, you stupid ape! The one that had my Naughty Pony Fully Articulate Pleasure Figurines™ in it! Give it back! I know you took my mom's bestest gift in the world from me!"
>...
>Welcome. To the Anonymous Fourside Chandler show.
>If you're feeling suicidal, you've come to the right place.
>Because I want to fucking kill myself, as well.
"What."
>"GIVE IT BACK!"
>Not even this mighty autistic screech could rouse you from this stupor of pure disbelief and existential horror.
>Oh Lord, he even pronounced the trademark.
>What is this fucking horse.
>"I know you have it! I even got it enchanted to clean the Fully Articulate Pleasure Figurines™ off! My Fully Articulate Pleasure Figurines™ are getting all moldy now because of you!"
>Are... are you being fucking pranked right now?
>Is this fucking real life? Did God just miracle this horse's ass in front of your door as fucking penance for your crimes against him?

>>29962709
>"I'll tell Luna on you! I tell her everything when she comes to my dreams! She'll send the lunar guards after you! But I won't if you just give me my bottomless box back!"
>How is this even real-- wait, what?
>Luna sees this guy in her little dream hopping trips?
>Man, you remember seeing her before on one of those princess meet-up things.
>You don't know why, but she was really easy to get along with.
>You must have talked the whole meet-up thing away with her. Real nice gal.
>And she's been seeing the horrors in this omega sperglord's head?
>"That's right. The lunar guard! Scared, huh? Well don't worry, evil bonobo monster! I won't tell them to throw you in Tartarus if you give my back the bottomless box for my Fully Articulate Pleasure Figurines™!"
>What's this feeling in your chest?
>Anger? No. This is something else. Something more.
>Oh wait, you know what this is. It's the shit that fuels Sith lords, right?
>Hate. Fury. Wrath.
>You know what, autism horse? I'm gonna give you the ol' Satanic bible conflict resolution treatment.
>"JUST GIVE ME MY BOX BACK, YOU BUCKING FREAK!"
>I'm gonna tell you to fuck off. Failing that, I'm gonna get medieval on your ass.
>"I WANT IT I WANT IT I WANT IIIIITT!"
>Oh sweet merciful Allah, he doesn't brush his teeth. His fucking laser breath is tickling you from here.
>"If you don't give me my box back, I'll--"
"You need to stop everything."

>>29962722
>He looks surprised. You don't know why he didn't see this coming.
"You come up to my house. You wake me at five in the fucking morning."
>"It's five thirt--"
"Shut up."
>Wow, has nobody told him to shut up like this before? He looks hurt. Good.
"And then you come up to my place, acting like the goddamn police, accusing me of stealing your shit?"
>"B-but you did ste--"
"What part of 'shut up' did you not understand?"
>Man, maybe Palpatine was right. This shit feels real good right about now.
"Now, you're going to close that sewer grate you call a mouth, you're going to turn around, and you're going to leave me in peace."
>"You can't do--"
"And if you don't, I'm going to do worse things to you than Princess Twilight did. Much worse."
>Yeah, you need to work really badly on your intimidating talks.
>But he clearly hasn't taken the hint. In fact, he seems to be segwaying to--
>"Princess Twilight? Ugh, what a sow! I can't believe I collected all those Fully Articulate Pleasure Figurines™ of her before! She's so stupid and ugly and her flank is too fat and..."
>You know, it's not often that you feel the urge to beat the shit outta something. Horseland has done pretty well for your temperament.
>But this was quite an exception.
>You don't know how Twilight managed to suffer through what sounds like five or ten minutes of this sentient tumor in pony form.
>But you didn't have that kind of saintly patience.

>>29962735
"Shut up."
>"Hey, I'm trying to--"
"You have ten seconds to leave before I lay you the fuck out."
>You file through the door and close it behind you, making sure to crack your woefully underused knuckles as you do so.
>Please, for the love of all that is holy, take the hint-- And he's not taking the fucking hint.
>"And now you're threatening me! I'm gonna call your handler! You're gonna get in so much trouble that you--"
>THWACK
>Your hand was gonna be so sore from that punch to the snout.
>But fucking hell did it ever feel worth it.
>The horse of the moment was knocked to the floor, looking totally shocked and starting to tear up.
>Yeah, that was totally worth it.
>Wait. He's getting back up.
>He's got his own look of anger on him.
>"GAAAAHHHHHHHHGH!!"
>Yep, that was indeed an autistic war cry as he charged you.
>This was gonna be a fucking brawl, then.
>Time to start praising Khorne and making those spear-chucking ancestors proud.
>...
>...
>...

>>29962746
>Well. That was about as painful and eventful as you had expected.
>The idiot wore himself out charging at you and flailing about constantly.
>The few hits he got in hurt, sure. Hooves are real nasty stuff.
>But you still kept a much cooler head than he did, and waited for him to tire out before knocking him the fuck out.
>Sadly, this came at the cost of the current limp you were experiencing.
>Fucking ponies and their thick skulls.
>And here you are, with this horse flung over your shoulder, taking his sorry ass to Twilight's castle.
>Luckily, it's not long before you get there. Fuck knocking, open sesame.
>The loud bang of the doors hitting the wall was sure to attract attention.
>Good. You wanted this shit over with as soon as possible--
>"Hey! Stop right there!"
>Huh, right on cue. There was Twilight, teleporting right in, looking like she got right out of bed. Man, that's some bad bedhead.
>"H-huh? Anon? What are you doing here?"
>Letting Captain Autism slump to the ground was all the answer you needed, if her expression was anything to go by.
"So Twi, remind me again what the jail time for assault is?"
>...
>Sweet, sweet sleep
>You only wish it was the right bed
>But the castle ones were still all right
>Oh well, sure beats waking up at o'dark thirty to fistfight with a horse
>Twilight was a total bae and took that 10th-degree creeper to the fucking dungeon for you
>Then treated and wrapped up those injuries, and lent you the guest room again

>>29962759
>She wasn't even going to bother asking him questions right now, just leaving him be down there and heading to bed as well
>Hey, works fine for you: you got to sleep in until, what... two in the afternoon?
>More burned daylight than you'd have preferred, but still salvageable
>A knock on the door, much softer than the knocks from the morning, shake off the rest of the sleepiness
>"Hey Anon, you up yet?"
>Ah, Starlight
"Just gimmie a minute."
>You take about four times longer than a minute to get up and prep for the day
>Man, are you glad you forgot some clothes here
>You're pretty sure you'd be scratching everything if you still had to wear that old shit
>You'd still be itching anyways, since you've forgone the shower
>You stroll on over to the door and open it, revealing a slightly worried Starlight
"Hey Starlight, what's up?"
>"What's up? Anon, you knocked a pony out and brought him here to throw away in the dungeon! I didn't even know this castle HAD a dungeon!"
"Yeah, me neither. Kinda glad it does, though."
>"Who was that pony, Anon? And why did Twilight just throw him in that dungeon without even asking anything?"
"Remember that archaeology expedition that was totally ruined?"
>"Yeah, Twilight was really down about it, why?"
"That waste of carbon and magic is the one who ruined it."

>>29962768
>Huh, she looks surprised
>Did Twilight not mention him to her?
>Because I'd be cursing his name to hell and back in her place
>"Wait, that one pony ruined your trip?"
"Yep."
>"And... how exactly did he manage that?"
>Wait, she doesn't believe you?
>"I'm sorry, but I find it hard to believe that one pony could have ruined a trip for Ponyville's only human, and the princess of friendship."
"Even our combined strength was no match for the power of the 'tism, friend."
>"The... what?"
"Okay, tell you what. Go down to the dungeon, wake him up, and ask him about his bottomless box."
>"Whyyyy would I do that? Can't you just tell me?"
"One does not explain the power of the 'tism, Starry. One must experience it to understand."
>"I still think you're avoiding the question. Why wouldn't I just go ask Twilight, instead?"
"Oh, she'll tell you the same thing."
>That fucking scrunch they do when annoyed is the most adorable thing ever
>Seriously though, turn back now Starlight
>You are meddling with powers far beyond your mortal comprehension
>She mutters something about asking Twilight, and walks off
>And you just follow along; God only knows you need some fun right now
>Soon enough, the two of you come across Twilight in the main library wing
>Whoo boy, she was happy to see you

>>29962776
>"Anon! Good afternoon, how are you feeling?"
"Eh, I'll live."
>After Twilight's amused eyeroll, Starlight speaks up
>"Okay Twilight, I need some answers. Anon limps into the castle early in the morning carrying some random stallion he had a fight with. Who is he, and what did he do to deserve that?"
>Heh, Twi's giving her the same look you did when she asked that
>Oh, she knows all about the dark power of the 'tism
>"Starlight, I could write an entire dissertation on the things that stallion did wrong, and still not be through explaining how awful he is."
>Clearly, she thought you were kidding before
"Told 'ya so, Starry."
>"Argh! Fine, I'll go down and ask him myself, then!"
>"Uh, Starlight? I don't think that's a good idea--"
>"Oh nonono, I'm going to get to the bottom of this!"
>Aaaand off she goes
>Geez, she better know where she's going, or it's gonna be-- oh look, she's come right back
>"Uh... which way's the dungeon, again?"
>"Pull the fifth wall sconce to the left of the main hall's door."
>Well no wonder you never found it before, it's about as hidden as your not-liquor cellar
>She darts off upon receiving those directions
>"Actually, Anon, I wanted to ask you about that. How did you even find him?"
"It's more like he found me. Don't ask me how. He came to my place at fucking o'dark thirty, demanding he give me his bottomless box thing back."

>>29962785
>"His... bottomless box?"
"I may or may not have trashed his tent when you lead him away from me."
>"Ah. Wait, so you did take his box?"
>LIE LIKE A DOG
"I was going to, seeing how it was really small, until I saw what was in it."
>"I get the feeling I don't want to know what was in it. But I'll ask anyways."
"You know those really creepy interactive sex golem things that are sold from that one skeezy place in Canterlot?"
>The look on her face is one of pure horror
>"No."
"There must have been like four dozen of the fucking things crammed in there."
>"That's just... holy moly, Anon."
"To be fair, I was too pissed to really care at the time. Oh, before you ask, I broke the fucker's box and buried the pieces back out there."
>Yeah, she needs a moment to collect herself
>"Uh, hey, can we just... forget we ever had this conversation?"
"Gladly. Got any tea?"
>"Always."
>And all you two did for the next hour while waiting for Starlight to return was drink tea and read books
>You were asking for a lot of magic books lately, and she was more than happy to explain it all to you, even if you did have to rein in her lectures often
>You were in the middle of a nice convo on how mana currents work when you hear hoofsteps from the direction Starlight vanished to
>Yeah, she looks about as shaken as anyone who first experienced such pure autism would
>"Starlight! Welcome ba-- oh."
"I warned you about the dark power of the 'tism, Starry."

>>29962792
>She doesn't even answer you two as she trots off to the stairwell
>"I want no memory of the conversation I just had. I'm going back to bed. With a nice bottle of wine. Or five."
>Aw, she drinks her problems away, too
>A mare after your heart, that one
>Remembering your project from last night, you turn back to Twilight
"Well, on that happy note, I think I should be heading back home."
>"Already? Well... okay, I suppose it is pretty late in the day. It was nice seeing you again, Anon. Even if the reason wasn't the best."
"Likewise. Just keep that... thing far away from us all, and we should be good."
>A shared chuckle later, followed up by a farewell, and you were on your way
>Man, she wrapped your ankle good, you're not even limping anymore
>That makes the trip home that much faster
>First thing you do is rip off your clothes and leap into the shower
>Fuck the bandages, you needed some cleanliness after that tussle
>You emerge a much cleaner and happier Anon, though with the limp back
>Still totally worth it
>You make your way back down to the cellar after throwing some new clothes on
>Ah, cellar sweet cellar
>It's gotten a lot more expansive in the month that's passed
>You snuck the parts for a table down here, and hid the books in one of the 'broken' barrels at the back
>It took a lot of picking around in those gem fields that Rarity dug in, but you also brought back some very specific gems as well
>Sorry Spike, but science was more important than snack time
>Since one of the first projects from the book was a magic reader for filthy magicless plebs like yourself

>>29962797
>Sure helps when you can remember what your project's name is, doesn't it?
>And there it is, lying on the table
>A sizeable brass hexagon frame, with shitloads of various gems crammed haphazardly into the frame of it
>You at least had the foresight to make some handles for it as well, so you wouldn't knock the gems out of alignment
>And finally, the lightly glowing magenta 'window' in the middle of the frame
>You didn't even know you could melt crystals using some alcohol and powdered gold brought to a boil, thanks for that tip there, Mr. Book
>Gave you an excuse to create some fuckin' moonshine while you were at it
>You weren't stupid enough to drink the shit, but it would work for this, so that's the story
>You'll brew some proper non-lethal booze later
>Anyways, you then cast out the liquid crystal in the frame you made, and it came out totally clear, which looked really fucking cool
>And now, after dicking around with the gems in the frame, it was now hopefully a fully functioning 'manalens'
>The book called it a 'vismometer', but that sounded pretty gay compared to 'manalens', so fucking fite me
>Alright, now the book said that you should see little beams of magic connected everywhere
>Picking it up and peering through it, you see--
>...
"Wow."
>Holy fucking Christ.
>It works, all right.
>And that's a lot of fucking magic beams.
>Beams going to a big cluster of other beams in the distance.
>A cluster of beams in the shape of a certain castle.

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>>29962804
So I'm not gonna lie, I was really fucking pissed when I started writing this, so I'm pretty sure it's a lot worse than I thought it was before pushing it to Pastebin.
But I dunno, it didn't look that awful to me when finishing and reviewing it.
Let me know what you think.

Pastebin in the OP? Pastebin in the OP.
AND FIX THE GODDAMN OP NEXT TIME YA FUCKIN QUEERS

>>29962829
>HK-47
>Not HK-91
Shit taste breh

>>29949143
Did you really just say Aspartame Astrology? What have I been missing around here?

>>29952444
Anon becomes really pissed and get's great physical power from being angry.

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>>29962829
Congratu-pony-lations, have an unrelated pone for your efforts

>>29961586
Come to think about it
It must be both

>>29961586
Well Anon is obviously a good candidate since he's just as obsessed with magic as Twilight is with friendship

>>29961586
It probably refers to all important characters. Anon's obsession is magic, Twilights' is friendship, Celestia's is keeping the runes contained because of her bias, Luna on other hand us obsessed with her love life?, and Greymane's is restoring his legacy? The whole story is a madhouse.

Got bored. Based off that one prompt a couple threads back where Twilight suggests she teach Anon alchemy. not including the entire thing

>”Well, I suppose you could try alchemy. Of course, you would have to do a lot of studying. I'm sure I could teach you a thing or two. How's that sound?"
>You’ll give that a good thought or two. You could probably do a lot of cool stuff with
potions. That doesn't sound too bad.

>”Alright. Be sure to take plenty of notes!”
>Twilight levitates you a notepad and pencil. “Oh, and make sure your goggles are on tight. Safety first.”
>Twilight puts on her dorky goggles as you do the same.
>You stand behind a table which sits a few different vials and test tubes. You feel like a child in science class.
>”Ready? Here we go. This is called a base in alchemy." She points to the glass vial holding a transparent liquid.
>She writes down some stuff down on the chalkboard for you to copy. “Next, we add the ingredients. In this vial we have a mixture made up of a few different herbs.”
>She pours its contents into the vial with the base and puts a cork on top. She shakes the vial briefly.
>“Mix it well. You will want to be sure to add all the ingredients in the recipe before adding this next thing.”
>She lifts up the vial with the purple sparkling liquid inside. “This is a catalyst, the most important part of alchemy. It will cause the ingredients to react, and exhibit their magical properties!"
>She mixes it with the other vial, which causes the liquid inside to sizzle and change color to red.
>”And here we have a potion which will cure tummy-aches!”
>Ehh...Seems like a pretty lame and expensive potion.
“I don't see how this is much different from chemistry."
>“With chemistry, if you're making medicine you focus on how substance and chemicals interact with the pony body. Alchemy is essentially that with the variable of magic thrown in."

(jesus christ I posted this in the wrong thread twice)

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>>29962829
Thanks for the longer update. They're much more satisfying to read.

>>29959545

>The pony looks at you as if you had just stabbed her.
>”Never ever?”
>Your skull feels like it’s under a hydraulic press.
>All this yelling is seriously fucking with you.
>What’s probably messing you up the most is her presence alone.
>Her eyes begin to water, and for a second, you begin to think that she may have finally understood what you’ve been saying.
>Years of social interaction tell you that you should be sympathy for her.
>After all, who wants to see a girl cry?
>Well sorry to break it to you, society, but nothing in this world could bring you more joy in this moment than her sadness.
>It feels like a flood of warmth washing over your body, but even it can’t soothe the pounding in your brain.
>”Anon, I didn’t know you felt like that.”
“I honestly have no idea how you couldn’t.”
>Twilight retreats to the door and cracks it open.
>She hangs there for a second, head aimed at the floor, before slowly creaking through the rest of the motion and exiting your classroom.
>No way.
>Did that actually happen? Did Twilight just leave?
>And of her own accord too.
>Has God finally forgiven you for spring break?
>You huff and sit yourself back down in your chair.
>Leaning forward without the fear of Twilight knocking you over, you bury your face in your hands and groan.
>Man, you wish you could enjoy this moment a little more.

>>29965574

>You’re alone.
>Not just alone in your room alone, but alone in the castle alone.
>You didn’t think a time like this would come for quite a while.
>It’s not even a question that your guards will be back soon having seen Twilight leave.
>Even if there wasn’t a guarantee of that, you still couldn’t move. The very second Celestia heard that you had wandered around the castle unsupervised is one second before your soul is destroyed.
>Best to just sit and wait for them, Anon.
>Then you can make frosted pinecones together and be happy and solve all your problems because learning how to reconnect with ponies through childish games is exactly what has to happen for you to overcome your dark and evil ways.
>All of a sudden, it becomes much harder for you to envision your escape.
>Guards at every turn, uncountable defenses in your room, all the most powerful ponies Equestria has to offer under one roof, a maze of a castle to navigate, and you’re just one guy without any magic.
>Worse still, anything you try to pull would have to be done on a very limited clock.
>No, stop thinking like that.
>You can do it, Anon. It will just take time.
>If there’s one thing you have plenty of these days, it’s time.
>Your guards slowly flow back into the room, one at a time.
>When Twinkling Mail shows himself, your eyes instantly lock onto his horn.
“Hey, buddy,” you mutter.
>The unicorn’s eyes fall on you.
“Not going to say hi?”

>>29965578

>The next words are spoken not by him, but another pony.
>”What happened in here?”
>”Yeah, we heard a lot of yelling.”
>Right. You weren’t exactly very quiet earlier.
“We didn’t see eye to eye,” you reply.
>”On what?”
“That’s not your business.”
>”It is,” chimes Big Daddy. “We’re your guards. Everything you do is our business.”
“Well, if you must know, she said your mane was stupid and totally last century. I said that you looked super cool because you’re my friend and friends stick up for each other. You’re welcome.”
>The stallion sneers.
>”That’s not what she said.”
>”Yeah, no way she said that!”
>”Chaser’s mane is really pretty.”
>”My mane is not pretty!”
“You’re right. I think ‘adorable’ is a better fit.”
>Big Daddy growls and adjusts the spear leashed onto his back, not so much ready to wield it so much as to remind you it’s there.
>”Alright, boys, let’s cool it here,” motions Blondie.
>Her soft, glowing magic envelops the essential supplies for your pinecone project and hovers them over to you.
>”I do believe there’s something we have to be doing.”
“You’re entirely right, Blondie. That’s why they pay you the big bucks. Come on, guys, let’s all make these super cute pinecones and laugh about how gay we are.”

>>29965582

>So you do that, have a “laugh” about it, and finish up the day with a pleasant dinner.
>After that, it’s off to bed so you can store your supplies.
>That makes three knives and eight napkins, on top of your bar of soap and the gold your room came with.
>Day in, day out, day in again, and then out once more.
>For three weeks, you continue like this.
>Friendship lessons here, dinners there, and even the occasional ball.
>That’s right. Playing the good boy has earned you enough of Celestia’s trust that you were invited to the two balls she’s hosted since your coming to the castle.
>Well, “invited” might be a strong word. More like “just come and behave yourself”.
>Actually, you believe her exact words were “You’re to attend the ball tonight. You’ve been performing well, so I expect that sort of behavior to be kept up in the hall.”
>It was probably just a ploy to get you used to being around ponies more.
>You know damn well she doesn’t host those things just to show you off because she’s proud of you.
>In fact, you’d go as far as to say she’s hoping you fuck up.
>She knows you’re not stupid enough to go and kill anybody at the ball, but maybe you’ll just slip up and throw a fit. You know, toss the punch bowl and ruin a noble’s fancy tuxedo.
>That would get your soul torn to bits.
>If only she knew what you were doing in your spare time.
>Oh, not that she hasn’t tried.
>You were almost found out once during a surprise room inspection.
>Lucky for you, she didn’t find anything, nor did she any of the other times she barged in nosing around.
>After being dropped off in your room last night, you instantly went over to your window and leaned out.
>Right underneath the window sill was a pouch made from the largest napkin you’d collected containing all of your supplies and secured on a knife lodged within the stonework.

>>29965588

>It’s not the best place to hide stuff.
>If one pegasus flies by and gets a little too curious, your ass is cooked.
>Still, leaving it to an “if as pegasus flies by” is much better than “when Celestia sees it”.
>Your next day--your twenty third day--starts with a bang.
>Blondie enters your room, calls for you, and leads you to the dining hall for breakfast.
>The room is just as lively as always with the poor and the rich mingling as if the former didn’t have work to go to and the latter didn’t have a reputation to uphold.
>Nearing the end of the table, you note that all princesses are present today.
>Twilight’s eyes find you and she opens her mouth to speak.
>Before any words can come out, any semblance of a smile she had disappears and she resigns herself back to her meal.
>Yeah, that’s right, bitch. Keep eating.
>Luna and Greymane are chatting it up like horny teenagers.
>The stallion nods to you as you take your seat.
>Luna, however, ignores you.
>She focuses on your pal like it was her first day of love all over again.
>The one pony who talks to you is Celestia.
>”Good morning, Anonymous,” she says, passing you a plate of bread.
“Morning, Princess.”
>”I trust you slept well.”
>You shoot her.
>A thumbs up, that is. You shoot her a thumbs up.
>By the standards you’ve been setting, last night really was nice.
>You managed to get a whole four hours this time, and your headache wasn’t even that bad.
>It’s worsened since entering this noisy hall, but not debilitatingly so.
>After a few minutes, Luna complains about an aching noggin and is led out by Celestia.
>Everyone’s attention is on those two as they leave, giving you an opportunity to stuff some napkins down your pants.

>>29965596

>That’s it, you think.
>That’s enough.
>Your napkin total is fifty as of this moment. By the end of the night, it will be fifty one or two.
>You go through the motions of the day as usual.
>Your attentive team of guards leads you to the classroom for another friendship lesson.
>Today is pretty special, actually.
>”Congratulations, Anon,” proclaims Blondie. “You’ve graduated to second grade!”
“I would say yay, but considering I’ve already finished high school, I can’t see this as anything more than a demotion.”
>”High school isn’t friendship school, silly.”
“So what happens when I finish twelfth grade? Do I get to leave the castle?”
>”That’s up to Celestia.”
>Is it now? Well, we’ll see how that plays out.
>Then comes your first lesson, followed by an argument with one of the guards, then your second lesson.
>Like you said. Day in, day out.
>Dinner time comes before you know it and you’re back at the table.
>Everyone is eating happily, enjoying themselves, enjoying each other’s company, and generally showing how wonderful everything in life can be when someone accepts friendship into their heart.
>It would be sweet if it wasn’t so pathetic.
>Like clockwork, a distraction comes near the end of dinner, which you take as opportunity to load up on some more supplies.
>Minutes later, it’s time for bed.
>Blondie taps you on the shoulder, alerting you to that.
>”Come on, champ. It’s lights out time for you.”
>You oblige and stand, but don’t move.
“Wait.”
>”What’s up?”
“Can I take a glass of water with me? My throat is kind of dry tonight and I’d like to have it nearby.”
>She giggles and nods, hovering over one.
>”You don’t need to explain why you want water, Anon. I’m not a monster.”
“I know. I just like to be sure.”

>>29965601

>So up to your room you go, escorted by none other than Blondie.
>You make note of exactly where the last window is in your tower and how many steps it takes to reach your room.
>It should be forty six feet to that point.
>Oh boy, that really is just perfect. This morning, you thought you had just enough.
>Now it turns out you have more than what you need.
>The door opens up, and the two of you enter your room.
>You set the glass down on the stool and turn to the guardess.
>”All set. Well, goodnight, Anon. Sweet dreams.”
“Before you go,” you say, grabbing her shoulder. “I want to tell you something.”
>”What is it?”
“First off, I want this to stay between you and me. Nobody else hears this, alright? I’ve got a reputation to uphold.”
>She squints as you continue and turns her body to face you.
>”Is it something I should be concerned about?”
“It does concern you, so do with that what you will.”
>”Go on.”
>You inhale deeply and sit down, putting yourself at eye level with her.
“Blondie, this isn’t easy for me to say, but you deserve to know.”
>She tenses up--
“You really are my favorite guard.”
>--and relaxes.
>”What?”
“I mean it. I wasn’t too believing in this friendship stuff at first, over time I’ve come to see that you’re the only one who’s really nice to me. You care, Blondie, and that means a lot. I’m glad we got stuck together.”
>Her eyes light up when you finish.
>The mare leaps forward and brings you into a tight hug.
>”Oh, Anon, I’m so happy to hear you say that. I knew these lessons would work.”
>Yeah, the lessons. They’re really working alright.
>She pulls away upon realizing that you’re not going to return that hug.
>Brushing her mane nervously, she approaches the door and steps into it.
>”Right, well, your secret is safe with me. Don’t worry.”
“I know it is. Good night.”
>”Night.”
>And with that, you’re alone.
>Alone as in in your room alone.

>>29965607

>You grin and run over to the window sill, collecting your pouch of supplies.
>The bag can’t open fast enough.
>Soon you have a whole pile on the floor of fifty one napkins ranging from twelve to thirteen inches long, save for the one you used to make this pouch with, which is seventeen inches.
>The next hour and a half of your life is spent tying them together, untying, and retying, until you’re absolutely, positively sure that the knot is secure.
>By the end of it, you have a rope that is, at a conservative estimate, fifty feet long. You undo your bed, throwing the blankets and pillowcases and such all over, then use that fabric to add, elongating it even further to sixty feet.
>Yes, that’s plenty.
>Your length is long, sturdy, and more than able to get the job done.
>That is, it better be.
>Look at it this way. It’s your only chance at freedom.
>If it works out, then great.
>If it doesn’t, well, you don’t plan on living as their toy anyway.
>You drag your bed over to the window, placing it firmly against the wall, and tie the first end of your makeshift rope around it.
>Out the window the other end goes.
>The worst part of this all is waiting.
>Every inch of the rope has to pass through that damned barrier, and given that you have sixty feet of it, that takes much longer than you would like.
>Eventually though, it all works out.
>You stuff two of your forty one knives into your pocket and stand on the bed.
>This is it, Anon.
>The last time you were ready to jump out a window in this castle, it was just after losing your magic.
>This time, it’s the first step to getting it back.
>Let’s go.

>>29965613

That's it for tonight's update. As far as the pastebin is concerned, it is now fully updated and organized. Part 1 of Obsession contains the story preceding Anon's death and Part 2 covers everything after he wakes up in Canterlot. There won't be a Part 3. I told you before we were nearing the final act. For now, here's those pastebins. Enjoy
Part 1 https://pastebin.com/5ECNnjxF
Part 2 https://pastebin.com/8DSdhfkR

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>>29965626
BAD END

>>29965626
Also as a side note, this is now by far my longest story. We just hit 236 pages in the doc with over 94,000 words.
What am I doing with my life?

>>29965644
No no no, not the end. The end of tonight's update. There's more to come. Jeez, Anon, did you think I would end it with him jumping out a window?

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>>29965653
celestia is going to fucking rip his soul in half isnt she

>>29965650
>What am I doing
You are doing a god's work.

>>29965650
You're us proud

>>29965666
please don't let it be so, satan

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>>29961570
Oh fuck you're right. I didn't catch that before.
Greymane has been wiping Luna's memory, probably because she found him out or was going to leave him for someone new. Maybe he bit off more than he could chew with her?

>>29961570
>>29965743
CHEKHOV'S GUN

>>29964863
someone should try writing that, id read

>>29965756
>Luna keeps addressing Anon like they've never met
>Has "episodes" where her head hurts
>Greymane stays with her to make sure she doesn't "say anything funny"
>Celestia acts like nobody ever told her about the hydra incident
>"All it takes is some careful application, a magic circle or two, and even the weakest unicorn could wipe the recent memories of a whole crowd of ponies."
It can't all be for nothing

>>29965803
With these statements in mind, I'd like to mention that Anon has a headache. Since he's our eyes in the story, we dunno what elements might have been omitted on our end.
Or it means nothing and Anon just has a headache. But this is papa Urchin, so I doubt it.

>>29965803
Not sure how ponies have a government if the leaders can be the mindraped cocksocks of whomever actually tries to do so, though.

>>29965821
How many strikes does anon have left?
If he has 2 left, greymane could have erased his memory of breaking his 2nd to last chance.
The implication of that could be that Anon acts with the assurance of a last chance but instead fucks his last.

>>29965828
We've all assumed Celestia is being a cunt, but I'd imagine she had runes banned for a reason. The average pony likely won't even know what runes are aside from them being illegal, much less how to use them. This is assuming Greynigger has runes, of course, but it's the most likely scenario.

>>29965803
To this theory, I'd like to add the statement 'She focuses on your pal like it was her first day of love all over again'

Also, I'm having a minor panic moment. There was a lot of Anon being ignored in this post with things like Luna not saying anything, Greymane only nodding, Anon not saying anything, and, most importantly, Twilight keeping her mouth shut. If we have to be reminded, Twilight's the reason Anon's alive. The only reason Celestia has bothered with his rehabilitation.
There wasn't just one mention of Anon being alone, no, there was two. Anon is truly on his own now, with no Twilight to put in a good word for him. If he's to make his escape, it needs to happen sooner rather than later, or his little strike system means nothing, even if Greymane wiped him like >>29965844 suggested. Unless, of course, this is a tragedy.

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>>29965650
>What am I doing with my life?
>>29965682
>>You're us proud
>>29965669
>>You are doing a god's work.

Apparently you're entertaining a bunch of illiterates. Good for you, using your talents to improve the lives of the less fortunate.

>>29965613
>napkin rope
Honestly, I was expecting something more elaborate.

>>29966231
Yeah. Honestly, I think that, despite the premise of the story, we kinda forgot that Anon didn't always have magic.

Apparently, >>29966062 got raped by a pack of a stray dogs today :^)
Good for you, using your talents to improve the lives of the absolutely unfortunate.

>>29966256
>raped by a pack of a stray dogs today
Sounds hot.

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>>29966256
>Apparently you're entertaining a bunch of illiterates.
>"god" written not with a capital

>got raped by a pack of a stray dogs
Nah, looks more like he got raped by a pack of stray christian gay-priests.

>>29966293
>raped by a pack of stray christian gay-priests
Sounds twice as hot.

>>29966293
>Gay-priests
Do we have those? Has it been the Christian agenda to spread the gay all along?

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>>29966323
>Do we have those
I am not an expert on christianity, but to the wide viewer, it's a common fact that all priests are pedofiles and gays, aren't they?

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>>29966256
>>29966280
>>29966293
>>29966306
>>29966323
>>29966341
>tfw accidentally triggered discussion on the catholic church because I thought it was funny all of Urchin's responses were grammatically deficient

>>29966231
>>29966248
I thought for sure he was going to use some runes to magically enhance the napkins in some way. I guess we still don't know what he's going to do with all those knives and the gold from the dresser. And the soap for that matter.

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>>29966564
>were grammatically deficient
Srsly now, I hope You will one day get caught by those horrible people, with even more of an ill imagination of grammar, who consider writing "You" from a capital letter to be grammatically correct, when You speak to a single person, and they will take your scalp off. Amen, god bless Your soul.

>>29966787
I feel like no one is picking up on the fact that one anon said "You are doing a god's work" when they should have said "You are doing god's work", and the other said "You're us proud" when they should have said "You're doing us proud".

Not sure why we had to go World War Reeeee for this but anyway.

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>>29965650
Urchin, to hell with all this irrelevant bullshit
you da man, so keep on doing what you do

>>29965626
>There won't be a Part 3. I told you before we were nearing the final act.
Is this going to end in Anon's death?

>>29967277
Highly likely. Anon is going to be dead or emotionally destroyed at the end of this, just like every other one of Urchins stories.

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>>29967303
>Villain works from the shadows while maintaining a weak and innocent identity
>Manipulates Anon into feeling more and more powerless
>Sends out golem killbot monsters when needed, which are much stronger than a normal monster
>Subtly guides Anon onto the path of dark magic
>Gives Anon the push he needs to take the plunge into something he can't take back
>Then makes sure he's exposed before he had any idea how ponies would react
>Destroys what little chance Anon has of a positive image via wide-area mind control
>Villain now controls the head of government
>One of which is his mind-wiped cocksock
>The other is ready to accept him into the family
>Twilight is self-centered and oblivious, and possibly being actively manipulated, so the Elements can't do shit
>Anonymous is so damaged by trying to fit in that he has a couple years left, maximum
>Assuming his mind isn't torn apart by evil magic first
>He has to escape from a supermax prison, out of the most heavily guarded building on the planet, and navigate through a densely populated city of ponies that know him as a complete monster
>And if he fails that task at any point, he gets his soul destroyed and becomes a meat puppet that the villain can send out on murder sprees for shits and giggles
>Anon just wanted to fit in

>You were expecting Magicless Anon
>but it was me, /SiM/!
>mfw

>>29966564
>Urchin's responses were grammatically deficient
Except those posts weren't me. Nice try though.

>>29967589
I was afraid this would come up.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NcKGw-IO5Uc

>>29967612
I don't get it.

bumpu

>>29967589
Pretty sure he meant the responses to Urchin were grammatically defficient.

>9

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Might post an update on my story soon. Just need to proofread it and get something to eat.

>>29970395
>Walking over to Carousel Boutique, you run into quite the surprise.
>Rarity herself was out on the town, and boy does she look annoyed.
>Looks like she’s looking for something important.
>Since you were going towards her place anyways, might as well see what’s bothering her.
“Hey, Rarity.”
>Looking at you, her annoyed face softens a little.
>“Hello, Anon. Have you seen Sweetie Belle? She was supposed to be back at the Boutique for lunch.”
>Ah, that explains it.
“No, I just left the house. Where have you checked?”
>”Practically everywhere. I have checked Sugarcube Corner, Twilight’s palace, and even the Schoolhouse.”
“What about the Everfree Forest?”
>A look resembling that of a deer in headlights adorns her face for a brief moment before being replaced with one of rage.
>“Oh, that no good little… I don’t know how many times I told her not to go there and yet she keeps doing it. Oh I swear, when I find her she’s in a heap of trouble!”
“If you want, I can get her for you.”
>”Thank you, darling. But there’s no need for that. I can find her on my own.”
“Can I at least help? The Everfree is a dangerous place, especially for a lady like yourself.”
>She smirks a little, knowing you’re playing coy.
>”Now Anon, I’m perfectly capable of defending myself.”
“Nevertheless, I still want to help; two heads are better than one.”
>”Oh, alright. Now let’s go. There’s no time to waste.”
>Well, you wanted to do something this weekend, and something to do you got.
>You just hope Sweetie isn’t in too much danger.

>>29970879
>”Now where the hay is the little Rascal?”
>Only a handful of ponies around here would speak in that accent, and only one had that voice.
“Applejack! How’s it going?”
>Turning to you, you see a worried look on her face.
>“Howdy, Anon. Rarity. Just lookin’ for Applebloom.”
>Well that explains it.
>”You can’t find her either, darling?”
>”Nah, and ah look everywh… What do yah mean either?”
“Rarity lost Sweetie Belle.”
>Quickly turning your head at you, she makes what is probably the pony equivalent of a death glare.
>To you, it’s just cute.
>”I didn’t lose her! She just went off somewhere without my permission.”
>Yeah, sure. Whatever you say.
>”Now hold on. If both of them are gone, then they and Scootaloo are likely together.”
>Makes sense to you.
>”So ah say we look together for them.”
>Also makes sense to you.
“Great idea. We were actually just about to check the Everfree Forest. You want to…”
>”THE EVERFREE!”
>Let you finish your sentences.
>”What in tarnation are they doing their? That little rascal never listens!”
>Sounds like someone’s getting an impromptu tan when they get back.
>While listening to the inevitable fate of the youngest Apple is good and all, the Everfree isn’t exactly a bright and sunny park.
>The sooner they are found, the better.
>Clapping your hands together, you get the attention of the two worried mares.
“Alright then, let’s get going!”

>>29970892
>It has been almost an hour since you, Rarity, and Applejack have started the search through the local forest of doom.
>It’s pretty cozy, monster’s notwithstanding.
>You can see why little kids would get lost in it.
>”Sweetie Belle! Come here, darling!”
>”Applebloom! Get your flank out here ya rascal!”
“Scootaloo! If you’re here as well, come out!”
>The three do get into trouble together quite a bit, now don’t they?
>Might as well shout all possible options to get their attention.
>The others are visibly worried, and you probably look the same way.
>”Sweetie Belle!”
>”Applebloom!”
“Sweetie!”
>Alright, you know you’re worried now.
>As you keep walking, you find something on the ground.
>Tracks that look like tiny hooves.
“Guys, I think I found something.”
>”What is it Anon?”
“Call me crazy, but I think these tracks belong to our little explorers.”
>The good news, you know where they are.
>The bad news, you know they are here.
>”Well then, let’s get a move on. The sooner the better.”

>>29970909
>Following the trail, you find yourself deeper and deeper in the Everfree.
>The trees have been getting more densely packed, to the point where it’s difficult to progress further at some points.
>Applejack had to help you move a tree out of the way so you could continue.
>Not helping matters the lower light levels caused by the branches above obstructing the Sun.
>Was the Sun even out anymore?
>You’ve been at this for so long.
>Suddenly, Rarity’s body stiffens in surprise.
>”Did you hear that?”
>Hear what? The sound of absolutely nothing?
>”Yeah, Ah heard it too. Seems to be comin’ from further down the path.”
>Do ponies have magic hearing on top of everything else?
>Wouldn’t surprise you.
“I don’t hear anything, but let’s keep going further.”
>After advancing a few feet, you finally hear something.
>You can’t completely make it out, but the voice does sound young and feminine.
>And with one look at the horses beside you, you’re suspicions on who the voice belonged to was confirmed.
>”Sweetie Belle!”
>With only that yell as your warning, Rarity ran off further onto the path, with Applejack soon in tow.
>Ah well, the sooner you get this done the more time you’ll have to finish your books.
>That and this forest is creepy as Hell.

>>29970915
>Within moments the path opens up, revealing to you…
>Even more trees.
>Granted, these were curved in such a way as to actually open up the area, but they were still so thick that you wondered how you could even see.
>How could you see, anyways?
>There’s a faint glow around this area, but you can’t seem to pinpoint one specific spot as the source.
>Looking around it seems the entire area is giving off a faint light, with the only place brighter is a pool of liquid in the center.
>And guess who’s close to that liquid.
>Three little ponies; an orange one on a branch above the pool and a yellow and white one in front of it.
>“Applebloom!”
>The CMC soon turned their attention towards the angry farmer pony.
>Judging by the look on their face, they knew they were boned.
>”Ah’ve been lookin’ all over for you. You’re in a heap of trouble Missy!”
>”Sweetie, how many times have we told you not to go into the Everfree?”
>With their eyes averted from their parents, they just stand there in guilt.
>”Ah..Ah’m sorry, Applejack.”
>”Sorry, Rarity.”
>”Sorry ain’t cuttin’ it, sugarcube.”
>”What were you even doing here in the first place?”

>>29970924
>Now it was Scootaloo’s turn to speak up.
>”It was my idea. I found something a while ago and wanted to show the other Crusaders.”
>Figuring it’s time to chip in, you point to the obvious crater of glowing fluid.
“I’m guessing that’s it.”
>”Yeah, Anon. Looks cool, doesn’t it?”
>No, it looks warm.
>Cool things don’t glow, after all.
”Well yes, but that’s no reason to come out to the Everfree. At least not without an adult by your side.”
>The adults you traveled with look at you with mild confusion, but otherwise seem to agree with you.
>At least, that’s how you're interpreting their silence.
“Anyways, let’s head home. I have a book to read and you have punishments to endure.”
>With their heads pointed down, Applebloom and Sweetie follow their sisters.
>You were about to go yourself, when you hear the sound of wood creaking.
>Wait, wasn’t one of the crusader’s on a branch?
>And wasn’t that branch over a pool of possibly dangerous liquid?
>CRACK!
>...Crap.
>Without thinking, you reach over to catch the orange filly.
>Unfortunately for you, you trip just before getting to grab her.
>The good news, you managed to push her away from the glowing puddle of doom.
>The bad news, you couldn’t save yourself.
>As you’re about to hit it, one thought went through you mind and pulsed throughout your body.
>A thought that you had just enough time to speak to the world right before you fell in.
“Damn it!”

There it is. Hope I did good. Largest update of mine so far.

Updated pastebin: https://pastebin.com/FyXvxfbi

>>29966231
He's a genius, not a mastermind. There's only so many levels of chest one man can play on.

>>29971486
Does the levels depend on the number of nipples?

>>29971864
Will do. However, I have other obligations I must meet as well. It may take a while, but I'll be sure to work on it.

This general.
I have been reading mlp fanfiction for 5 years now.
There is so much talent, I cannot articulate my wonder.
If some of these authors replaced mlp backround with original fantasy worlds some of these fics would sell, and sell BIGLY.

>>29972037
I'm glad to hear your opinion cunt :^^^)))))

>>29972318
What's with all the hostility this thread?

>>29972360
Don't mind us,we're just hungry for dem tasty greens

>>29972360
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H-aNEIsbkM8

>>29970934
Good shit

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>>29972370
You know, if there's one thing I can say about 4chan, it's that no matter what board I'm on, I always find music "suggestions" like these that end up being pretty good. Thanks anon.

>>29973227
A lot of what these stories run on is very unique to the culture of this board. In their current form these stories probably wouldn't go over all that well even with non-/mlp/ 4chan users or pony fans, let alone the general public, and if you tried to replace the pony aspects wholesale they might not work *at all*.
The comparison of the Twilight fanfic turned 50 shades of grey comes to mind, but then again that wound up being successful somehow so who knows.

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>>29949143
So I wrote something autistic while listing to this song on loop.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pC3IrqUpm9U

I really hope that gives you guys some perspective on where i'm coming from when writing this.

Remember to like favorite and upvote my reddit post

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>>29973559
>"It's ok if you can't do magic, Anon."
>"You are just a human after all."
>"Nobody expects anything out of you."
>"Just leave the hero work to us. We'll bring you back a souvenir."
>Truer words have never been spoken about you.
>Truer words to you, truer about you.
>Perhaps you were one of the least magical creatures in all Equestria.
>But there is one thing, one infinite truth about the human nature that no one had ever understood.
>How could they, they were but mares, and you were but a man.
>But you distract yourself from the matter at hand.
>Rarity had entrusted Sweetie Belle to you for the week.
>She'd run off on some godforsaken mission, to some yak infested winter wonderland with her spergy friends again and she needed someone to watch her sister.
>Being her closest friend or rather the one with the highest amount of sexual tension.
>You felt a kinship with her and her sister.
>They were the first ones to take you in after all. And she even allowed you to stay with her long after you came into your own.
>How couldn't you feel indebted to them?
>So, you did the right thing and agreed to watch the little ball of fluff.
>Truth be told, you'd been waiting for an opportunity like this.
>Sweetie Belle had always worried you.
>The poor thing was kind of a talentless hack.
>Not really good at anything.
>Oh sure she liked to sing, but that didn't mean she was good at it.
>She lacked persistence.
>In fact, the only thing she really had was a lot of pent-up anger, lots of it, just like her sister.
>But no why to channel it constructively.
>So in an effort to make sure the poor thing didn't end up some bum fifty years down the line when you and her sister were dead.
>You decided to have a little, take your daughter to work day. Never mind the technicalities.
>You walk down the main town square with Sweetie Belle.

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>>29973564
>The town itself abuzz with life as usual.
>Vendors selling various fruits and jewelry on all sides
>Ponies moving this way and that, shouting matches between the vendor owners and the customers can be vaguely made heard if one had chosen to listen hard enough.
>And the warm summer air pressed against your skin.
>You wore your fine white suit complete with a pink corsage, as was customary for you on work days.
>And Sweetie, well she wore her gym clothes.
>You did tell her you'd keep her on her hooves today and to wear something comfortable.
>The two of you strolled leisurely down the town square.
>Her hoping spastically at your side.
>"Gee Anon, I'm so stoked to finally see where it is your work!"
>"You never let anyone come with you, not even my Rarity!"
"Work is a sacred place, you don't just go bringing family and friends to it. It distracts you from making informed decisions."
>"But you're a restaurant owner aren't you?"
>"I thought all you did was cook all day."
>"What's so hard about that?"
>"In fact, why not just invite both of us over for a nice meal!"
>"Wouldn't that be neat!"
"Nope, I wouldn't enjoy it. I already work there, I don't want to spend any more time then I need to there."
"Besides I do a little more than cook, I'm more into management, acquisitions, supply lines, negotiations..."
>You say waving your hand absent-mindedly
"There's a lot that goes into my line of work."
"If you're a good girl and take good notes, you might just learn a thing or two."
>She smiles and squees.
>"I'm so excited Anon! I promise to not let you down! I'll be the best helper you ever had I promise."
"That I have no doubt about."
"You're a good kid. With a good head on your shoulders. I think you've just not been given the chance to find your true passions."
>You say as the two of you arrive at the front door of your restaurant.

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>>29973569
>The Quattro
>The swankiest, fattest restaurant this side of Ponyville. Hell, maybe even Equistera.
>But you never bothered to find out if the food was ever any good. You just owned the place.
>The two of you enter and are greeted to the hustle bustle that is the daily norm of restaurant life.
>Finely dressed mares and colts eating a nice Sunday brunch on red silk covered oak tables.
>Dim yellow lighting from box-shaped paper chandeliers filled the room
>The tables were accented with roses placed in a crystal clear vases that sat at the center of each table.
>And the entire place had smooth white walls that were engraved with various flowers, and completed with redwood floors.
>Waiters scurried from table to table offering complimentary wine and taking the orders of your many esteemed guests. Maybe some were lawyers, maybe some were business owners, but all of them were definitely of some denomination of wealth.
>Their insist giggling, chattering and munching always...disgusted you....
>But that's beside the point.
>Sweetie, looked amazed, awestruck almost
>She stands next to you, mouth agape and eyes wide open, it was as if she'd seen an entirely different side of you.
>And you, well you sighed.
>"Wow this place is amazing!"
>"Just look at all those flowers, look at the waiters, heck even the walls are pretty!"
"I hate it."
>"What?"
"I said it's really something ain't it?
"But, let's go, I need to begin work."
>You make your way past the main dining area into the back of the restaurant, sliding past the double doors and through a winding hallway into your secluded office
>It was a plane, small, and had a simple desk with two chairs that sit across from yours.
>You and sweetie enter and you take your seats.
>She sat at the chair in front of you.

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>>29973577
"Don't do that."
>"Do what?"
"Sit across from me, you're not here as a client, and you're not here to talk to me."
>"Well there's only two free chairs in this entire room what am I supposed to do stand?"
"Yes, in fact, you'll stand right next to me...to my left."
>"Why?"
"Because this is simply the way of things are."
>She sighs and walks next to you and stands.
>You take out a book from your desk and begin to read.
>Sweetie, does her best not to get bored.
>"So when do we actually start working?"
"We are, we are waiting."
>"Well for what?"
"For my associates to arrive."
>"Well why aren't they here already, I thought you were supposed to be in charge?"
"I am."
>"Then why are they late?"
"They're not, where early."
>"Well why the heck did we show up early if there's nothing for us to do?"
"Because there is."
>"Well what?"
"We simply need to get into the right mindset."
>"What?"
"The right mindset, it will be the cornerstone to this kind of work. Learning to be patient and calm. You get to hyper and you make mistakes."
>She sighed loudly
>And you ignored her
>No one said the beginning would be exciting, but it was necessary.
>There were customs that she must learn.
>Every lesson, even this one needed to be followed carefully.
"Just relax and no more talking, you're gonna make me lose my place."
>Nearly an hour passes, and Sweetie has taken to sitting on the floor
>Before the silence becomes unbearable you hear a tapping at your door
>And Sweetie jumps to her feet.

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>>29973587
"Come in."
>In comes a gray stallion, he is muscular and strong, even for an earth pony, but you pay him no head.
>He bows to you and places a paper bag onto the table before leaving
>After him comes, a diamond dog enters, dressed in a fine purple robe, he brings another paper bag and places it onto the table before bowing too and leaving.
>Then another stallion, a mare, and another diamond dog.
>"Wha-what?"
"They've come to pay tribute."
>"For what?"
"For the right to work in my territory, Sweetie."
>Her eyes widen and she takes a step back.
>She probably realized just what exactly it is you do for a living now.
>The bags pill onto your desk, one after the other by the time your visitors stop coming there are at least twenty bags.
>You finally finish reading your book and place it back into your desk.
>And begin to look through the bags, all of them, filled with bits.
>Hundreds, some even thousands.
"Sweetie if you want to go home I'd understand. You're not a dumb kid, but I just think that it was important for you to see the end game of this lifestyle."
>You say as grab a bit from the bag and begin to inspect it
"I can't promise you that you'll be proud of the work that you'll do today"
>You say as you wipe off some dirt from the coin and place it onto her hand.
"Only that it will definitely give you some perspective on what Rarity and her friends have been telling you."
>You pat her on the head lightly.
"Who knows, maybe you'll even like it."
>"I-I don't know, Rarity always said..."
"Rarity doesn't understand how the real world works, how I manage help find her high profile clients, how a small time mare with a mediocre boutique can still manage to compete with major outlets in Canterlot."
"She is just someone who happens to be lucky to have made the right friends."
>You turn back to your desk and press a button under your desk.
"Now, you can be one of two things in this world, a connection or a connectee."

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>>29973592
>You say as you stand and begin to walk to the door
"Rarity is a connectee and I am her connection."
"If you want to learn how to care for those you love..."
"Then I suggest you learn the tools of this trade."
>She looks at the coin one more time before placing it in her pocket
>Then runs over to you.
>"What do I have to do?"
>You pat her on the head
"You just have to adopt the right mindset."
>You say as the two of you leave the room.
>The two of you leave the restaurant out the back door and begin to stroll back into to town
>She was quite this time though.
>No longer hopping around spastically
>She was focused
>Watching your movements and then mimicking them.
>She was beginning to learn the subtle details
>Her walk was steady but calm, just like yours now.
>She seemed tense but you can tell that she understood what it is you were trying to impress upon her.
"So we have to do something today that might not be entirely pleasant or entirely safe."
>You say as you begin to dig in your pocket
"A mare did not bring their tribute today."
"Tribute that is mine by right."
"Operations in Ponyville do not take place in this territory without my say so and the price to do business is 10%"
>You look to her
"That's fair right?"
>"uhh, sure I guess but why do they have to pay you exactly?"
"Protection Sweetie, you see things work differently for these kinds of ponies."
"They can't go to the guards if they have a dispute and if too many of them start to operate in town then the guards also get a little fussy.
"So they come to me and my associates to help organize things."
>You take out a napkin from your coat and hand it to Sweetie
"We handle problems from them at the cost of 10% weekly fee plus any services rendered, if they can't make these payments, we cannot guarantee their continued safety."
"Are you following me?"
>Sweetie opens the napkin then closes it quickly.
>"A-anon..."
"Put that in your pocket, where in public."
>"What exactly do you want me to do?"

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>>29973602
"An entry level job. Real easy, you do good and I'll give you a cut, as is your's by right for your help."
>The two of you arrive at a small flower shop
>Inside there are a couple of mares buying flowers and at the register is a smiling green unicorn.
"That's the mare."
>"Wha, Lyra?"
"Yup."
>"But she's just flower salesmare?"
"She runs a small gambling den on weekends. Thousands of bits pass through her hooves a night."
"As well as a lot of deadbeat gamblers. She has my men collect on them and keep the trouble makers out. That's not cheap and we expect a fee for our services."
>"Well what am I supposed to say to her, in case you haven't noticed, I'm half her size and you know frecking kid!"
"You're just going to walk in, look at the flowers and wait till the other ponies leave the shop."
>"That could take forever."
"Not if you switch the sign to closed and I wait outside and stop other ponies from entering."
"Come on, use your brain for a second."
>"Well alright..."
"The next step is up to you. Just remember that whatever happens, you do not leave until you have my bits."
>"I'm a little scared..."
"First times area always scary, but just remember to keep a cool head and trust your gut."
>"Well...wish me luck."
>She said half-heartedly.
>You stop her before she enters, you stop her.
"Just remember that sometimes reason doesn't work with some mares."
"In case that doesn't work, use your instincts."
>You pat her on the head and let her enter the shop.
>She enters the shop and does as you say
>Akwardly switching the sign to closed and begins to peruse the flowers in the store.
>No one is the wiser and as ponies pass by you wait at the door
>Before too long the store is empty and just Sweetie and Lyra remain.

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>>29973609
>"Umm excuse me Miss Lyra mam..."
>Sweetie muttered as she approached the counter
>"Hey Sweetie what's the hub bub hug bug?"
>Sweetie swallows her feelings and takes a deep breath
>"I'm awfually sorry to be harassing you like this, but...you see you kind of owe Anon bits and..."
>Lyras warm smile sours and she leans down to Sweetie
>"Now you listen here you litte squirt, I don't owe nothing to nobody."
>"Business has been good and I don't need his 'services' anymore."
>Sweetie is taken aback by the sudden change in attitude but persists none the less.
>"Well you see, be that as it may, Anon expects a weekly fee for operation."
>Lyra slams her hoof on the table
>"That no good penny-pinching Ape charges fees for everything. I need his men to come to take care of a problem, a fee. If I need money collected, a fee. If I wanna take a piss well guess what that's gonna be another fee too."
>"Well I've started hiring my own muscle every night and I don't need his help any longer so he can just take his protection and shove it."
>Lyra yelled
>"I'm sorry Lyra but you see Anon just won't take no for an answer on this one."
>Lyra began to walk around her counter now steaming with rage
>"I don't have to take this guff from filly get out get out!"
>She began to start shoving sweetie rather hard
>"S-stop I just wanted to talk"
>Lyra shoves sweetie to the floor
>"That's it I'm gonna teach you some manners!"
>Lyra starts to rear up and she raises her hooves
>Sweetie's heart begins to race
>She's never been in a situation like this.
>Adrenline begins to take over and only one thing comes to her mind
>To trust her instincts
>She reaches into her pocket and pulls out the napkin you'd given her.
>and from it, she pulls a knife
>Lyra does not see and begins to bring her hooves down upon sweetie
>But sweetie uses her moment and plunges the knife into Lyra's chest
>Lyra rears back screaming knocking over flowers that were on her counter

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>>29973613
>Sweetie rushes her and grabs the knife
>And begins to stab over and over again
>Until the blade breaks off into Lyra's lifeless body.
>She sits there for a moment and stares at her hooves
>She knows not what boundary she's crossed today, only that she might as well see this through.
>So she approaches the register and pries it open.
>She then grabs a bag from under the counter and pours the contents of the register into the bag and leaves in a brisk pace
>So quickly that she even walks past you.
>You naturally follow her...
>She keeps walking until she makes it to a park and sits on a bench
>You sit beside her and let her reminisce on her baptism in blood.
>"I...I killed her Anon"
>You nod
>"I-I'd been to her shop just last week to pick up some flowers for a dress and now she's dead."
>You place your hand on her shoulder
"You did the right thing, she wasn't paying her fee, or respecting the rules. Something needed to be done."
>You take the bag from sweetie.
"And most importantly you didn't come back empty-handed."
>"I killed her over some bits and the worst part about it Anon...is I liked it..."
>"I didn't stop stabbing her, not cause I was scared, but because it excited me...what kind of filly am I?"
"The same kind of man that I am I'd imagine."
>You say as you pat her head.
"And you'll do good in this life."
"So what do you say about another job tomorrow kiddo, you in?"
>"You bet I am!"

And you know what, if I have time I'll keep it going. The autism is strong with this story. I can feel it.

>>29973619
>A Mexican makes a little girl shank a women for some money.
I see no cultural misinterpretations here.

>>29973619
Continue this please

>>29973577
>Equistera

>>29962829
I liked it, brah. Sea Urchin acts like a saint when he churns out 3 posts every 4 days, but youll put out 10 in two days and dont act compare yourself to Ghandi for it.

two thumbs up my man

>9

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>>29965626
Not visited these threads in a month or so but I've kept a tab open on that Pastebin since then and have been smashing refresh. You've done a fantastic job, my dude, thanks a tonne!

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>>29973804
If that's you're only bit of constructive criticism I'll just assume this shit was dank az fugggg.

>>29973815
>Sea Urchin acts like a saint
How?

>>29976070
>you're

But yeah your assumption is correct. Your general English isn't even particularly awkward or anything, I'd just suggest somewhat more thorough proofreading.

>>29976070
I feel like it would better belong in the normal Anon in Equestria thread, no offence. The common thread between all of these stories is a non magic anon actively trying to seek out magic powers of some kind.
Organized crime ain't magic.

Any story ideas you guys want to see? Just curious.

>>29978225
After learning that his body cannot hold or channel magic, Anon figures out a way to control the ambient magic of the world around him:
Through musical numbers.

>>29978225
this
>>29927497

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>>29978264

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>>29965574
>The pony looks at you as if you had just stabbed her.

>>29978301
Yes please

>>29978225
Anon using a severed horn as a wand, or sown into a staff or something.

Or maybe after he gains magic he starts to change physically. Not into a pone but like odd growths/tentacles as his body can't cope with it.

>>29978264
>>29978608
Oh, nice prompt, babe. You haven't lost a step.

>>29978264
>After learning that his body cannot hold or channel magic
Does that make him immune to magic?

>>29978877
It could, but it doesn't have to.
However the writer wants it to go.

>>29977488
>Non-magic anon actively trying to seek out magic powers of some kind
Since when? As long as a story has a theme revolving around Anon being magic-less, it fits in the thread. This place is already approaching its deathbed with the end of Urchin's story (don't think for a second it won't happen); no need to alienate potential writers.

bumpu

>tfw no sea urchin

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>>29980223
Just fuck my shit up senpai

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>>29978837

>You are Anonym OH GOD THE PAIN!!
>IT FEELS LIKE YOU’RE BURNING FROM THE INSIDE OUT!!!
>Obviously you regret getting up today.
>Ah well, at least you’re consciousness can fade with the lone thought of how you saved Scootaloo from this fate.
>Yep, any minute now.
>.....
>Why isn’t your conscious fading?
>Your vision should be getting darke OH SWEET LORD, THE PAIN IS GROWING!
>Is this what Hell feels like?
>Oh god, are you actually dead and this is the afterlife?
>Pretty quick response time, considering you fell into the pool mere…
>How long has it been again?
>You can’t remember through the pain which HOLY CRAP IT’S STILL GETTING WORSE!
>When will this end?
>Suddenly, you’re foot goes numb.
>This numbness is gradually affecting your whole body.
>Oh thank God, sweet merciful relief at last.
>That’s what you think, until it passes your chest.
>For but the briefest of moments before you pass out, you feel a strange warmth within your chest.
>With that thought, your vision quickly darkens and your mind sleeps.

>>29981071
>Ohh, your head hurts.
>You feel as if a truck of salt ran over your brain and dumped its load right on it.
>What did you do before going to bed last night?
>Last you remember, you were helping Applejack and Rarity find their sisters.
>After finding them, as well as Scootaloo, you were about to head back home.
>But then..Then…
>Oh, now you remember.
>The pool of whatever it was.
>You must’ve been fished out somehow.
>You sure hope you’ll get a chance to thank them; spending the rest of your life in constant pain would have really put a damper on your mood.
>Opening your eyes, you find yourself in a Hospital room.
>You seem to be the only one in it.
>Good, you need the calm to calm your headache.
>Okay, breathe in- breathe out.
>Repeat until pain head has subsided.
>When the pain has subsided a decent amount, you look around the room and realize something.
>There was a lot more stuff here than usual.
>You should know; this wasn’t your first time here.
>Papers fill a nearby desk, some filled with strange runes while others look like simple notes.
>Even stranger, a machine stands beside you.
>Strange because machines were almost as rare here as magic was back on Earth.
>Only ever used by the rich or various institutes of knowledge, it’s presence here means only one thing.
>Whatever happened to you in the Everfree required advance study.
>What the Hell happened to you?

>>29981075
>As if on cue, the door opens and in enters a familiar purple book horse.
>”Anon! You’re awake!”
>Aaannnnd, you’re headache’s back.
>Just what you needed.
“Twilight, please keep it down.”
>”Sorry anon. I forgot you’re still recovering.”
“From what, if I may ask?”
>Her face shifts to one of confusion and worry.
>”From falling into that pool in the Everfree? Don’t you remember?”
“I do, but what about it put me here? I’m guessing it wasn’t water.”
>Her face reverts back to normal.
>Did she think you lost your memory for a moment?”
>”No, it wasn’t. Quite honestly, I’m not 100% certain what it is, but given your current state it was probably magic.”
>Wait, what?
“Wait, what? How do you know that?”
>”You see, after you were recovered and brought here, thanks to Applejack, you were glowing. After the doctors here found out it was magic in you, they needed an expert in the field to study what happened. While I’m no expert, I was what was available at the time. From my research, I’ve concluded the thing you fell into was a Well of Magic.”
“Well of Magic?”
>”I know! For the longest time they were thought to be a myth, so finding one is an important moment for the study of magic!”
>Those things you read about not...how long were you knocked out?
>”Think of it; a natural occurring pool of liquid magic! Not only will this rewrite several thoughts on magic, but also lead to advances of magical application!”
>Wasn’t it theorized that Orange Mana got his magic from one?
>”If how the magic gathered in a liquid form is ever figured out, it could lead to more mana intensive spells becoming more viable. Not to mention how it may affect earth ponies and pegasi!”

>>29981084
“That’s good, but how did it affect me?”
>”Sorry Anon, I got carried away. By using an Arcane Analyzer, the machine right next to you, I was able to analyze how the magic has affected you and figure out how you would be able to use it. To put it simply, your time in the well has infused you with large amounts of magic.”
>So you’re magic now?
>No longer getting called that thing with no magic by random asshat ponies?
>That’s great, now you get to be called other things, such as ‘damned dirty ape’.
“So I can cast spells now? If so, are you open to teach?”
>Why does she suddenly look so apprehensive?
>”Not entirely. Since you have never encountered magic until you got here, your species had evolved without it, as such you lack the brain functions to cast spells. It’s just a theory, it still needs to be tested, but it’s a very likely one.”
>Well, that’s a bummer.
>Still, you need to know one thing.
“What am I capable of, anyways?”
>”We, the doctors and I, learned a little from a minor accident. One of them fiddled with your arm to much, resulting in a release of large sums of arcane energy. Just a pure blast of it.”
>A look of sorrow crosses her face.
>”He’s in a different room right now. Managed to get burned pretty badly.”
>Okay, now you just feel bad.
>Might as well make sure his sacrifice was not in vain.

>>29981093
“So, I’m better now and my headache has gone down; can I leave now.”
>”You’ll have to speak with the nurse, but I don’t see why not.”
“Great, we’ll figure out what I can do as soon as I’m out of here. Then we can both get on with our lives; the School has a new swing set to add, and I promised to help.”
>There’s that look of apprehension on her face again.
>What’s horrible news is she going to tell you now?
>”About that, you’ve been out for about five days. The Schoolhouse had to get someone else to do it.”
>Five days!
>But that means….
“Crap! I’ll have to throw out all of my food! And to think I was looking forward to salmon night!”
>Figures this would happen.

And there it is, the premise of the story. I promise it's a lot more interesting then it sounds, and you'll see it in the next chapter.

Sorry if the quality is a little bad. Then again I thought the other parts weren't the best and you guys seemed to like them. Ah well, if it sucks you'd tell me.

Updated pastebin, complete with title; Magic Battery: https://pastebin.com/FyXvxfbi

>>29978962
Well there's an argument to be made that if without Urchin there really is no good content that fits the theme, then we should all fuck off back to AiE instead of widening the topic to lure in more writers would otherwise be considered off-topic.

>>29981113
Keep going my man

>>29981312
This general should be in aie in the first place, fucking flavor of the month general that needs to be bumped 20 times instead of being a part of AIE

>>29981559
Yeah flavor of the month that needs to be bumped it should be part of aie which also needs to be bumped

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>>29981627
Listen to me you illiterate double nigger.
If we didn't have infinite flavor of the month threads then /aie/ wouldn't need to be bumped.
But instead I have to have tabs open, and retards like you have to bump even more threads.

>>29981627
AiE is all-encompassing, while this is an incredibly specific theme in AiE. There's not much argument for keeping this thread alive.
It would be nice if I was proven wrong when Urchin finishes his story. We'll see.

>>29981690
if we didnt have these aie-spinoff threads with ever more specific topics, we'd just end up with more glimmerposting. would you like more glimmerposting? i thought not.

unless you DO want more glimmerposting, in which case, ur a faget

>>29981113
Next chapter when

>>29981938
>if we didnt shit up the board with 10 unnecessary dead generals, other people MIGHT shitpost.
Die.

>It's been a total of three weeks.
>Your repitore of Neck Vein-tats expanded as you made more clones.
>Each and every one of the over 3000 count had developed personalities.
>There seemed to be 6 measures of Anon skills that were grafted into the clones.
>Agriculture
>Administration
>Arts
>Survival
>Industrial
>Scientific
>Their were many types of subdivisions of each branch, the clone pond never seemed to get low, and it seemed to act in accordance of what it thinks you want.
>You have a theory that the pond has a sense of Sapience, and that it is far older than even this planet.
>It has math and sciences that it has grafted on some of your Anons that far outpaces anything these pitiful horses have seen.
>Research and development on par with humanity.
>You sit in your relatively well built wooden two story, held together with extremely strong glue and the innovation of the Industrial Anons.
>The Survival, Scientific, and Industrial Anon's had been scanning the forest for deposits of metals for superior quality tools and building materials, but they has come up with nothing for there efforts.
>Meanwhile, the other half of the clones were plying the trade that they had been grafted with.
>The Agricultural clones were, with the support of the Survival Anons, were clearing swathes of forest farther in, where the filthy Ponies would not notice over much.
>The only reason why your ‘office’ of a sort haven't been spotted was the camouflage that the survival Anons made.
>The forest was at least the size of a medium country, according to the scouts that you had sent out.
>The administration was managing the place and keeping track of the logistics of your developing crusade.
>While the Art Anons held a more hands off role, they were equally important, drafting an anthem, and making a culture out of this small colony that you were developing into a military.

>>29982568
>Brushing aside the tanned leather of your door to step in, Incognito spoke.
>“Preliminary reports are coming in that the scouts have found an exposed deposit of Iron. The industrials said it wasn't pig. They want you to come and see it, to take a chunk and commerate the success.”
>You stand up from your bare bones chair and turn toward the first man.
“Thanks, Incognito. Where?”
>”One of the survival clones are here from the expedition. He seems kind of giddy.”
“Right.”
>Incognito steps out and you make your way to the door, passing by a simple table with your 6 other lighters.
>You grab it just incase.
>Sweeping aside the curtain you step down the wooden steps and outside.
>Three clones outside the door snap to attention.
“As you were.”
>You may not have been part of the Military, but you were the fucking battalion commander of your JROTC, damnit.
>All clones were trained with discipline and critical skills.
>Even the art clones.
>”I'm Private First Class Blacklist, I'm here to show you where the deposit is.”
“Do so then, private.”
>You beckon and he sets out just in front of you, walking to the northwest.
“This is closer to the Horses than I would like it to be.”
>”It's the only place we've found it in an estimated 17 km radius.”
“It's far rarer than I though it would be. More than Earth, at least.”
>He leads you in silence until you came into sight of a fur tent hovering around a dirty brown pit filled with a few men.
>You approach the ledge of the small crater in the earth and peak in, a few industrials and survivals are having at it with some shovels.
>The two Sciences that had come to acess the metals and make the estimates were currently outside of the tent inspecting a pile of rock and rusty iron.
>”It's quality is assured, sir, no serious impurities or problems thereof.”
>One of them says without even looking up from the metal and rock.

>>29982573
>”We just have to figure out how effectively extract, meltdown, and shape this wonderful materiel.”
>You don't deign with a response and leave them to the nerd work, sliding down Into the hole to check up on the works digging around it to judge for size.
>One of them stops his work to grab a sharp, narrow, and fragile looking rock.
>He shoves it into your hands with a gruff ‘sir’ and gets back to removing dirt from the layers of magnetic rock.
>You get the gist, and bring the impromptu tool over your shoulder to strike the ground and remove a bit for safe keeping.
>As you break the metal, you hear a sharp screech that was far too feminine to be one of yours.
>One of the science Anons was pinning down a light red mare just above you.
>She was struggling as hard as possible, but the leverage and might of (you)rself was stronger.
>You take a brief moment to let out a chuckle and haul yourself out of the hole.
“What's your name?”
>You remark, with a hand on the shoulder of your man while squatting to look it in its terrified face.
>”C-c-che-”
>You force the top part of her muzzle down and close her mouth.
“Not you.”
>The science Anon glances at you with a confused look.
>“Corporal Variable, sir?”
“Well, son, you've earned a ribbon or two, for the iron, and for a test subject.”
>You point at Blacklist and command him to detain the pony.
>He rushes into the tent and comes back out with a coil of rope.
>You smile and adjust your tie, brushing off your dirty slacks.
“Excellent.”

It's a short, edgy, and shit update, guys!
https://pastebin.com/4gjfT5pe

>>29982195
Don't know. Need to study for finals.

>>29982386
Just let this ride out. If it succeeds and gains traction, it'll no longer be a dead general and thus be of use to the board. If it doesn't it'll sputter out and die with the dwindling stories, to be seen nevermore.
Either way, you win.

>>29982632
Can i suck your dick?

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>>29982578
Fukken nice m8.
Thanks

>>29949143
Ffffrr

>>29980345
What is that? A dog?

>>29981690
Triple nigger. Generals don't attract writefags, not anymore at least. They have a few regulars, and that's all. By that logic, every single greentext general would go in AiE. Problem is, every one of them has particular tastes and unwritten rules that would clash with each other. Besides, writefags don't think of a story on their own, they open a prompt thread and see a few lines, a picture, a comment that strikes their fancy and start writing. Urchin would never have thought of Obsession had he entered AiE instead of this.
Greentext bait threads were the best thing on /mlp/ before Scruffy came back. They attracted writefags and turned into short-lived generals centered around a topic, got some green and then died after a few editions, when the stories ended. No one felt the need to keep them alive to continue a years-long tradition. It's what's happening here, it's what happened to the comfy ponies thread, the waifu meets Anon's parents thread, the teacher Twilight threads, the war in equestria threads, and a bunch of others I won't bother mentioning. They had their moment, and then died, without people keeping them alive for years. They didn't end up like AiE. If anything, it's AiE that should cease to exist.

>>29982632
I sincerely hope nobody read this and actually thought it was me.

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>>29981559
>>29981690
>>29982386
If I wanted to be part of a stagnating circlejerk, I'd just go to Ponychan.

Also expect an update of the robotic killing machine variety sometime today

I'd love to continue writing here if I had the time to
It just takes too much devotion. I'm loving all the new green that's popping up though, keep it up guys

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>>29983996
>If I wanted to be part of a stagnating circlejerk, I'd just go to Ponychan.
Silly Anon.
You don't need to go to another chan, just visit /sup/ or /rgre/

>pic
Nature is truly amazing.

>>29983693
A llama from Ghost Recon.

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>>29973619
I actually like where this one ends.
If anyone wants to continue it I give them my blessings.

Instead, I'm gonna post up a different one I've been working on and haven't finished. Although I might cut it short as well.

>>29983941
>tfw i did

>>29986257
That's one of the reasons I never namefag without content. Anyone can take your name and run off with it to post whatever they want. When they have to write stories and update pastebins to pull off the same gag, suddenly identity thieving gets a lot harder.

>>29986226
I'm writing under two basic vague rules.

1.Anon does not have any powers
2.Anon is not immune to magic.

Other then that, it's free game.

I also wrote this a long time ago but didn't like the direction I was taking.
On the off chance one guy recognizes it.
No I don't have a pastebin, I deleted it a long time ago.

>>29986380
Wait... Beans, is that you?

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>>29986544
You fucking wish.
I'm someone a lot less talented, a lot more autistic, and may or may not actually be Mexican.

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>>29949143
All done putos.

Here's the song I was listening to for inspiration.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6E5m_XtCX3c

Try and guess the theme before reading it!
Trigger warning, it's a bit of a cuddle fest this time.

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>>29986849
>Magic
>What complete and utter bullshit.
>Either you've got it, or you don't.
>Those that don't might as well count themselves out of the rat race.
>Every noble, every creature in this land, had at least a tiny smidge of the stuff.
>"Well, well, I didn't expect to see you at the Gala tonight,
Anonymous. Would you like to dance?"
>You hated attending these things.
>It was a necessary pain in your ass, to keep your associates satisfied.
>"GALAS", back where you came from, they were called charity events.
>Bunch of old dicks would gather around, pick some random hot-button issue.
>then throw some pocket change at it and get a standing ovation.
>Even there they still invited you. Hoping to ask for a favor or two.
>Well, you could always use a couple more royals in your pocket.
>"Darling did you hear me?"
>"I asked if you'd like to dance."
>You take a sip of your wine and lean back in your chair.
"I'm trying to relax here friend, do you mind?"
>"Well I never!"
"Yea, yea, why don't ya piss off."
>"Ohphh!"
>And then she stormed off.
>You don't have time for nobody's anyways.
>You were here because she wanted to talk to you, no not that 2-bit wannabe noble, the only she that mattered in this entire piss hole of a kingdom.
>At the far corner of the room, you noticed a royal guard approaching. I guess the real entertainment had started.
>He was a rather tall one, with white fur and gold plated armor, typical of the usual uniform.
>You down your drink before he arrives at your table.
>"Sir....her highness would like to speak with you."
"Why don't you tell her, to come out her herself?"
"I don't bite, not very hard at least."
>The guard began to look rather uncomfortable but reached into his armor to pass you a bag
>"She can...assure you that...your time won't be wasted sir, but please, do hurry.
>You weigh the bag in your hand then put it inside your coat

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>>29986883
"Alright, we'll see what she needs this time."
"Here, why don't buy yourself some self-respect."
>You say as you flick a bit at his muzzle.
"I know the way, don't follow me."
>You finish, as you stand from your table and traverse through the crowd making your way to the castle's gardens.
>Leaving the party was one of tonight's highlights.
>You take in your surroundings as you close the door to the castle behind you.
>The night was chilly and cold, and the sky was filled with stars.
>To your right was a balcony overlooking Canterlot.
>With a couple, or so you had hoped they were, having a party of their own, in what they presumed was a private area.
>"Oh stop it Fancy!"
>The gray mare giggled, as the white stallion nibbled at her ears.
>"What if my husband finds out?"
>She replies, as she pecks at his neck.
>Giggling the stallion replied
>"What if my wife finds out?"
>From what you could make out, that was Mrs.Velvet and her new boyfriend Fancy.
>Mrs. Velvet had been a client of yours when word began to get around about her...friendliness.
>Word she'd prefer didn't make it to the papers, you helped her, and then she helped you.
>Naturally she's a repeat client.
>Degenrates, every last one of them.
>You don't know why you thought things would be different here.
>Twenty years, and you're still doing the same shit, with the same kinds of people.
>You take a deep breath and enter the Garden, to find that empty marble bench, in that dark little corner.
>When you arrived, your friend was there.
>A rather large mare, covered in a black robe with her horn sticking out of the top.
>You take a sharp breath, then speak.
"Is this seat taken?"
>She does not reply.
>You take your seat beside her.
"So what? No hello, no how are you doing? I'm hurt quite frankly. I thought we were friends Celly"
>"Shush!"
"So what's the hub bub?"

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>>29986893
>"I'm at wit's end Anon, ponies are beginning to ask questions."
"Let people talk, hell, it's not like it's anything new. I mean you already heard rumors of Mrs. Velvet cucking her husband, turns out that wasn't true right? People make up shit all the time."
>"That's easy for you to say Anon, but this, this is a little more...international."
"Can you stop with the foreplay here, I'm not as all knowing as you think I am."
>"Well...can I trust you Anon?"
"Can you trust a snake not to bite you?"
>She sits silently now, and stares at her hooves, tears begin to form around her eyes.
>You sigh and put your hand on her back.
"There, there."
"Look, of course, you can, provided you don't piss me off."
"Now tell papa what's going on."
>"Well, I'm sure you've heard about the recent dealings with the Saddle Arabians right?"
"Yea, the whole thing with natural rights violations and embargos."
"I read the news."
>"Well, perhaps those claims were not entirely true."
"Nooo"
>You reply sarcastically.
>"The truth is, they'd decided to start opening negations with Griffondom."
>"In favor of getting cheaper commodities from them rather than us."
>You lean back against the hedges, as you begin to lose interest.
>"Well, we had asked if they would cease negations"
>"And well, they refused, going on and on about it being time for the Saddle Arabians to take their place in the sun. So in order to save Equestria's economy, I may have exaggerated some facts."
>She grabs onto your coat then throws herself onto you."
>"But you have to believe me Anon! It was for the greater good! This war will solidify Equestria's place as a superpower, where the good mares!"
>She begins to ball her eyes onto your new coat, mucus pouring from her nose.
>"The world needs strong leadership Anon! They need us to show them the way, please understand."
>You hug her, pat her on the back, and whisper into her ear
"I don't care Celly"
>You whispered before shoving her off of you, and stand in front of her now

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>>29986911
>She's calmed down
>"The problem is, one of the ponies involved in the negotiations, doesn't seem to see it that way."
>"And now he's threating to expose me."
"And you want me to convince him otherwise?"
>"Yes, but please don't kill him eiher...he's dear to me."
"It's gonna cost ya, plus extra if you want me to be if you want me to be gentle to."
>"But I already paid you?"
"You paid me for my time Celly, not for a job."
>"Okay"
>She whispers silently
>"His name is...it's Blue Blood."
>"Please Anon, I'm desperate, I'd tell BonBon to do it, but this is a little hard to explain."
"Alright..."
>You say as you fix your coat. wiping the off the mucus that the overemotional mare had left upon it.
>"Am...am I a bad person Anon..."
>She says while staring at the ground.
"I'd tell you whatever you wanted to hear Celly."
>as you turn to leave, you say
"Provided you'd paid me first."
>"Oh...."
>She whispered as she buried her face in her hooves.
"You're a good pony."
"Celestia."
>Suprised with your response, she looks up to you.
>"T-thank you Anon."
"Yea, whatever."
>You reply as you leave her.
>This wasn't gonna be too hard anyways. Blue Blood was a prissy faggot.
>Probally thought he'd use this as leverage to grab for some power. Blackmail was surprisingly common here.
>Well you had a couple of hours to kill now, he liked to stay late to these things.
>No sense in passing up free booze you thought.
>As you exit the hedge maze.
>you entered the castle and walked into the Gala, nothing had changed too much since you had left.
>Well the table you'd been sitting at had been taken and there was some white unicorn fashionista balling her eyes out in the hallway about how she's hideous and no one will ever love her. Still pretty much the same as when you left.
>Wealthy nobles stuffing their gullets at tables and pretentious musicians whose names you don't know, playing classical music on a stage.

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>>29986922
>You decided the balcony would be slightly more hospitable, maybe you can squeeze some fun out of Mrs.Velvet to pass the time.
>As you make your way through the crowd again.
>You notice another waiter holding a tray of wine glasses
>You snatch one and make your way to the balcony.
>As you enter the balcony, your friend appears to have left already.
>In her place, a yellow mare, in a green dress covered in butterfly shaped cloth pieces and flowers in her mane.
>She stares out into the city alone.
>It was a stupid fucking outfit, and you hated her for wearing it.
>You take a sip of your wine glass and then speak.
"You know the parties inside right?"
>"Oh...sorry...it's just a little loud is all."
"You don't have to apologize to me, you didn't do anything."
>"Oh it's just...well I thought...nevermind."
>You take another sip and join her by the balconies edge.
>As you stare out into the starry night. You see the tops of houses and businesses with their lights still shining from the inside, even this late into the night.
>Some guards patrolled the streets and you could just make out a cherry colored mare stumbling in the block just across from them.
>Undoubtedly drunk, as you wished you were right now.
>"It sure is pretty isn't it Mr.?"
"I guess so."
>"It's kind of funny really...I remember coming here awhile ago with my friends and hating it."
"Then why'd you bother coming back if you hated it?"
>"Well...it wasn't that bad in the end...there were just some misunderstandings is all."
>"I'm Fluttershy."
>She says to you as she curtsies.
"No need to curtsy, I'm not a noble."
>"Well...it's just you seemed like one is all."
"I'm Anon."
>"Nice to meet you Anon!"
"Yea..."
>"So....you don't like loud noises either."
"I don't like people."
>"Well....I can sympathize with that..."
>She replied as she stares down into the night with you.
>A cool breeze washes over the both of you and you can pick up the smell of her berry flavored perfume.

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>>29986930
"You know, you're supposed to go to these things to make connections right?"
>"Well...I was never interested in politics is all..."
"Then why bother coming at all?"
>"My friends dragged me down here...it's a little silly I know."
"No, that's understandable."
>"So....how about you Anon....why did you come here... seeing as how you don't like people."
"Work"
>"Ohh...are you some kind of undercover guard?"
"Quite the opposite...I sell shoes down in Canterlot."
>Taking another sip from your wine glass you turn to her
"You know, boots, slippers, all sorts of things."
>"Well...that's nice...you don't have a stall?"
"Well...I don't need one, people tend to come to me if they need my services as a cobbler."
>"I see...you must be pretty successful then...it must be nice to have a thriving business..."
>She said, and then was quite.
"So what do you do?"
"For work."
>"Oh well...nothing too glamorous...I run a non-profit..."
>"An animal shelter really."
>"To tell you the truth, It doesn't really rack in the bits."
>"The only reason I have this dress, is because a friend made it for me as a favor."
>"Oh...I'm sorry to ruin your evening with my problems...I'll just leave you alone now."
>As she turns to leave you to take another sip of your wine.
"It's alright, I enjoy honesty. It's refreshing."
"Tell you what, how about you keep me company?"
"I like your voice."
>She blushes slightly at this and turns to face you."
>"Oh...my...well I suppose I could spend a little more time with you..."
>She joins you once more at the balcony, this time a little closer than the last.
>"I knew you weren't such a bad guy."
>You place your hand on her back and pet her.
"No, I'm much worse..."
>"W-what?"
"I said you're not the first. To say that I mean."
"So, why don't you tell me something interesting..."
>She thinks for a moment and then replies
>As the night continued, she continued, to fill your ears with her stories, about her friends and their many misadventures together.

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>>29986942
>About her upbringing and about well, just about everything, she had poured her heart out to you, and you had given her nothing in return.
>Just silence, it was no different than any other person you talked to.
>Eager to talk, but not eager to listen.
>And yet, the honesty and genuine sincerity she carried in every word, was....Nice
>"Wow Anon, you sure are a good listener, I mean here I am a complete stranger and yet... I've told you my whole life story."
"I was just trying to pass the time."
>"Oh you can't fool me Mr., you're just a kindhearted fellow."
>"I...I know this is a bit sudden...but well...if your ever in Ponyville, it'd be nice to get some coffee together....that is....if you don't mind is all."
"Maybe...if I find the time between work."
>She smiles then jumps onto her hind legs.
>Wrapping her arms around you
>"Thanks, Anon..."
>She replied, smiling at you.
"Yea..."
>You replied as you gently removed her hooves from you, and place her back on all fours.
"well, it's about that time Fluttershy, I have work to take care of."
>"Oh....well....thanks for listening...."
"Yea, we should...do it again sometime...maybe over some coffee."
>You replied as you left the balcony.
>You weren't particular interested in making a friend like her.
>And yet
>You'd spent around 23 hours listening to that mare bitch and moan about her poor life choices.
>And it, was refreshing...
>Throughout her monolog she'd not blamed anyone but herself for her circumstances.
>None of that, God, the universe, or some other party forcing their hand, that you've grown so accustomed too.
>In truth you were waiting for it.
>Waiting to poke holes in her story.
>Waiting to spot the weakness in her character.
>And you found nothing.
>Nothing but honesty and a genuine desire to better herself.
>It was all so, different...and it hurt you.
>In such a good way.