Ponies Aroused by Anon's Physique 3

I hate myself for being fat and ugly. What can I do

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>>30012990
100 Push-Ups
100 Sit-Ups
100 Squats
10KM Running (that’s 6.2 miles)
Repeat 7 days a week. That’s it!

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>>30012990
>>30013007
>can't do a single push-up

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>>30013007
>100 Push-Ups
>100 Sit-Ups
>100 Squats

>>30011331
yeah same here. I also get really angry if I don't fap for 3-4 days.

>>30012714
Celestia Is The Best Pony >>30000000

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Which thread is the real one?
>>30012714
Or
>>30012213

>>30013175
This thread. >>30012213 thread don't have number and didn't post rggyrag's art

>>30012714
I wonder who is ShhDontTellPeopleImWritingAgain

>>30013548
It's Riggy.

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>>30013554
Well shit.

>>30013192
Who gives a shit who's art is posted? Fuck that bullshit

page 9

>no content
>just shitposting and bumping
Cancer.

>30014288
>4chan
Sorry to disappoint you, but you came to the wrong site

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I am extremely disappointed in you, /fit/.

>tfw no pony allow on /bant/
i hate /bant/

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>>30015699
What the fuck is /bant/

>>30016908
Apparently a new board. Combo of /b/, /pol/ and /int/ without the porn I think.

>was a skinny lanklet
>got injured on job
>can't even do pushups now due to muscle atrophy
How do I build up arm strength starting from nothing, all rehab did was get my arms usable and work out my legs.

Where the green at?

>>30016908
Some dumb as fuck board that jackie 4chan made, because clearly that's what the site needs.

Not improved moderation, another /b/-tier shitpost board with flags.

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>>30012990
>>30013015

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>>30018368

>>30018376
>>30018368
>using weebshit to try to get people /fit/
Do you know where you are?

>>30018385
a chinese pixel exchanging forum?

>>30018409
Yes, but you're in the pony subdivision, m8. Either find something like that, but with ponies, or hack together a pony edit for those pieces.

>>30018424
im not bothered by it. if it triggers you so much you can feel free to do so.

>>30018432
It doesn't upset me, either. But there's bound to be some assblasted faggot who will pitch a bitch about it. Just looking out for ya, m8.

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>>30018440
its kind of a self fulfilling prophecy at this point, isnt it. by watching my back you have become the guy you were warning me about.

>>30018456
... Shit.

>>30013666
attenshionwhore faggot
What was you expecting, satan?

>>30013007
Man I don't even know how to properly do squats. Like, what the fuck.

>>30019220
Keep your feet flat on the floor, do not stand on tip toes. Keep your back straight at all times. Now bend your knees. Congrats, squat done. For extra challenge, extend both arms straight ahead, keeping them level with your shoulders.

>>30012376
I'm so glad I don't go to one with that alarm. We got lucky one day and after people bitching enough they did a vote. Keep the alarm, or remove the alarm. Keep had 10 votes *mainly fattys who just showed up.* remove had 30. So now they disconnect it when they know the big boss isn't coming.

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Testing

>>30020067
>M.U.G.E.N Sex

What about we have an overweight Anon that Dash or Spitfire who was hired to get in shape, who ensures it's for his survival and not because she's his friend. Strictly professional. But as his body becomes more shredded she starts developing the hots for him and finds it increasingly difficult not to jump his bones.

>>30020233
I like this idea.

>bump

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>>30020233

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>>30020233
And then they get super jealous when a certain princess takes an interest in him.

>bump

What happened here?
It was busy and productive just a little while ago, but in the course of a couple of days, the thread has fallen into a coma and started farting blood.

>>30022669
Our last writer just go somewhere.

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>>30013007

Will I get banned if I post this? I mean no visible genitals so it's ok right?

https://derpibooru.org/1429388

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Holy heck am I late!

Sorry for disappearing before, everyone. Packing dragged on long into the night, and yesterday was family time.

I'll be AWOL tomorrow night as well graduation so I'm here to at least get some content on here today!

>>30018424
>>30018376
>>30018368
I unpacked my tablet and screwed around with making a pony version of these images. The result kind of sucks, but I'll redraw it later. I haven't used my tablet in months.
>pic is turrible result

>>30022669
>>30022751
Yeah, sorry. Pretty busy atm.

>>30018225
Coming soon!

>>30013748
I agree with this. It doesn't need to be my art, it can be any art as long as it is relevant. No need to pick favorites.

>>30013666
Yeah I used that name beforehand because I have unfinished stories. I guess it was silly because in the end I changed back when old friends started popping in.
I don't know why it is in the OP though, there is no pastebin for that name. Might as well remove it.


Okidokiloki I'm writing now, continuing from where the pastebin leaves off: https://pastebin.com/g3pEPwz2

>>30023839
whatchya graduatin from mah nigga

>>30023839
S'not a bad start.

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>>30023867
College! Finally getting my bachelors.

>>30023896
It's a good first draft. I really need to get used to using my tablet again so I can make crisp line art once more! That or I'll draw it on paper before tracing over digitally.

>>30023919
bachelors in what

>>30023942
2D/3D animation!

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>>30023839
>You are Anon
>You pace around the garden, peering down every row of trees and bushes.
>After a few minutes of darting around and searching every square inch of the garden you take a seat on the stone bench by a beautiful marble fountain.
>You sigh as you listen to the water trickle down the many layers of the fountain before finally rolling down into the final basin.
>How do you lose two shirts in the same month? You could've sworn that you left it by the exit, but it is nowhere to be found.
>Did the wind take it?
>It didn't seem that windy...
>You lean back on your hands and look up towards the sky.
>The clouds lazily float by the sun, never quite covering it.
>You're not really bummed about losing your shirt, you're not very attached to it.
>But between you losing them on the job and Floor stealing them, you're actually starting to run low on them.
>You'll need to send Rarity a letter for more.
>But if you do that she always insists you come in for 'measuring'.
>And you're not a fashionista or anything, but you're pretty sure that there isn't usually an audience of all the designer's friends for when someone is measured.
>It was obvious that they started reacting differently to you once you got as fit as you did. You didn't realize why until you met Floor Bored and then it all made sense.
>You lie down on the bench to stare up at the sky better.
>Lunch break is generally a time to reflect.
>Especially when you forget to pack a meal...
>Even with this knowledge you have a terrible time picking up on signs of how ponies are feeling. They seem to save face pretty well, and you don't really notice the little stuff. It's just too much effort to tell if a pony has the hots for you, so you just don't even bother.
>If they really got an interest, they'll tell you. Like Floor Bored.
>...
>Well, maybe not EXACTLY like Floor Bored, but they'll let you know.
>As you think quietly a morning dove frantically flies by, leaving a trail of feathers behind.

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>>30024193
>The feathers float towards the earth, allowing a single white piece of fluff fall upon your nose.
>You cross your eyes to look at it, observing intently as the soft white plume gets carried to a new destination by the breeze.
>The familiar hue of the feather brings your mind to new thoughts.
>Today was an interesting day, to put it lightly.
>You spoke with the mysterious Princess Luna, only to find her as relatable as the rest of us.
>It was an unexpected, but welcome, surprise.
>Then Princess Celestia jumped to first name basis with you out of nowhere.
>It strikes you as odd because it seems like nobody else around her refers to her as anything close to 'Celly'.
>But every time you said it a little wiggly smile would force itself onto her face; almost accidentally.
>So, you'll be using it a lot more often. Not every day that a princess lets you call her something so friendly.
>Actually, it's not every day you can say you hugged the two most powerful ponies in the nation within a few hours of each other.
>You sit up on the bench, getting deeper in your thought.
>What was with that, anyway? You had never met Luna formally prior to this morning, and Celestia has always seemed like a distant boss rather than a close companion.
>What changed today?
>The more you think about it, the less sense it seems to make.
>After awhile, you just write it off as a coincidence.
>Who knows what it was? Not you, and man it's none of your business.
>You turn on the bench to face forward again, catching the stare of a little grey pegasus standing a few yards away.
>You lift your eyebrows.
"Derpy?" you inquire.
>Derpy looks you up and down with a light flush. She is wearing her cute little mailmare uniform and satchel.
>"H-Hiya Anon! Do you always go to work without a sh-shirt?" she stammers.
>You look down at your bare chest and back at her.
>Her blush grows as she looks at your body again.
>You shake your head.
>It's obvious you're distracting her.

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>>30024342
"I might as well go to work without it! I keep losing the dang things!" you say, leaning back on the bench and patting the seat next to you, "Take a load of, love."
>She smiles sweetly at you before hopping onto the bench beside you.
>The two of you sit in the shade cast by the nearby trees and listen to the bubbling fountain as it continues to run.
"How's my favorite mailmare, huh? You get through your deliveries okay?" you ask lightly,ruffling her mane as you do.
>You don't know why, but that always makes you happy. Maybe it's because ponies take really good care of their manes and coats.
>Minus Floor, of course. She doesn't count.
>Maybe one day you could do it to Celly or Luna.
>...
>That's probably really pushing your luck.
>Like, a lot.
>Bummer, man.
>"Oh, um, yeah! All my deliveries are done... except one." she says happily before trailing off at the end.
>You scratch your chin and stare at the fountain again, crossing your legs as you do.
"Oh yeah? Is it going to the castle or something?" you inquire carefully.
>She nods.
>"Yup! Right to the castle..." she says anxiously.
"Huh!" you exclaim, leaning back in the bench, "I didn't think your route came out this far."
>"Oh, well, it really doesn't." she says, clacking her front hooves together nervously, "But this delivery is kind of special."
>You look down at her with a goofy grin.
"A special delivery ya say? Well I think all your deliveries are special!" you say, messing up her mane again, " Cus' you're the one delivering them, hun!"
>Derpy giggles as you toy with her mane, then begins to fish through her bag.
"So who's it for?" you ask, your curiosity being peaked.
>"I-It's for you silly!" she says, still searching through her satchel.
>You point towards yourself.
"Me?"
>She pulls out a brown paper bag with her mouth and places it in your lap.
>"Yeah. It is for letting me nap in your bed yesterday..." she says with a blush.
"Aw geez, ya didn't need to do that!" you say, looking into the bag.

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>>30024464
>As you peer into the bag a plethora of aromas hit you in the nose all at once.
>The most potent of which makes your stomach growl.
>Peanut butter is definitely involved in whatever occupies this bag.
>Next to what appears to be a sandwich is a can of iced tea.
>Near the bottom of the bag is a small plastic baggy that you recognize right away.
>Aww heck yeah fruity snacks! And a few sticks of celery with a bag of baby carrots.
>This is a full lunch for sure!
>As you inspect the contents you're hit by an overwhelming sense of gratitude towards Derpy.
>It has been far too long since someone made a bagged lunch for you.
>It may seem like a simple luxury, especially when sitting in the shadow of an immense castle with several dining halls and dozens of full-time chefs.
>But it really is the smallest of things that get your emotions flowing.
>A bagged lunch made by a friend is the best thing in the world, especially since your stomach is thinking about mutiny at this point.
>You give Derpy a wide smile and stretch your arms out.
"C'mere you!" you say, wrapping your arms around her.
>"Eep!" she squeaks as you pull her against you suddenly.
>After a moment of surprise she accepts the hug and embraces you back.
>Her breath becomes a little sharper on your neck as you hold her tight.
>The hug finally breaks apart and Derpy hovers lightly in the air just above eye level.
>"Um... that's not all I was supposed to deliver you..." she says nervously, clacking her hooves again.
"Oh yeah? I thought this was just a thank you for letting you nap in my bed..." you say, lifting the bag a little.
>She nods quickly.
>"Y-yeah but um" she says slowly.
>Her face becomes flushed again.
>"I'm sorry, it's really hard to explain in words... it's right over there." she says, point her hoof past you in the opposite direction.
>You look in that direction and see nothing.
"I guess I don't see it. What is it Derp-"
>You're interrupted as something soft lightly presses against your cheek.

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>>30024571
>For a moment you're just confused, but as Derpy's mane grazes your shoulder you come to understand what is happening.
>She flutters at your head level, lightly pressing her lips against your left cheek with tender affection.
>The moment seems to last much longer than it really does.
>The water in the fountain slows its trickle, the rustling leaves stand still as the wind begins to halt.
>For a just one second, it all feels warm and fuzzy. The world seems quiet and motionless.
>And as the moment comes to pass, Derpy pulls her lips away from the side of your face.
>You turn and look into her eyes.
>Plural.
>For just a second, in the afterglow of her peck on the cheek, her eyes focus as she lifts her eyelids again.
>They lock with yours, and strike you as almost surreal.
>To see those beautiful yellow irises lined up perfectly is so foreign to you that it seems almost unnatural!
>Which is, of course, the exact opposite of the actual case.
>But as the afterglow wears off she blinks her eyes back into different positions and looks at you with a flustered smile.
>You smile back, happy to see her eyes set back to the familiar Derpy you know.
>"That was for all the other stuff..." she says clearly.
>And with that she soars off and over the garden wall with such impressive speed you're surprised she didn't scare all the birds.
>You lightly rub the cheek she kissed with a stupid grin on your face.
>Maybe it's the spring in the air, maybe it's just the weather.
>Or maybe it is just your karma catching up to you after all the good stuff you've saved up.
>Whatever it is, the end result is very real.
>And today went from being a busy work day that you forgot your lunch on to a day full of new friendships, strengthened old ones, and lots of hugs with an added kiss.
>You unwrap the sandwich that Derpy made for you and dig in.
>Peanut butter and banana.
>Heckin' yes.
>Nothing beats a lunch prepared for you with care.
>Well, maybe a kiss.
>Maybe.

>>30024342
>>30024464
>>30024571
>>30024654
Consarn it Derpy, y u so adorbs?

Reminds me of a pegasus from the aforementioned game, you spying on me Riggy?

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>>30024669
I was the pegasus all along!

>>30024654
Okay, that's all for tonight. I know it ain't much but I was moving boxes of stuff up and down floors all day. I'm exhausted.
I'll see if I can find some time in the morning to write, but don't count on it. That's when the relatives arrive.

Don't worry O'hana, I won't be gone for too long! Then I will return and continue this story for all of y'all.

Until then, goodnight my O'hana. I love you, and I always will.

>>30024681
sweet story

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>>30024654
my hear-
>Maybe it's the spring in the air, maybe it's just the weather.
>spring
OH SHIT I KNOW WHATS HAPPENING

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>>30024654

>>30023839
What's that anthro thing with noodly arms supposed to represent?

>>30024654
Here I was thinking floor bored was the obvious choice of waifu, but derpy just stole my heart.

>>30025366
holy shit sauce?

ribaboobi

>>30025366
That fucking hot

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>>30024654

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bump

DEDDEST

>>30025366
That thick, phlegmy saliva looks pretty disgusting to be honest.

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>>30024654
Cute

>bump

>>30025366
Muh dick.

>>30032820
>>30032820

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>>30024654
>derpy gave you her own lunch

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>>30033485
>but it was already half-digested

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>>30033838
>half-digested

>>30013015
Good. That means when you finally learn to do one, you can learn properly. None of that dirt fucker nonsense.

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>ywn have the glorious body aesthetics of a spartan
I TRIED SO HARD
AND GOT SO FAR

>>30032820
shitty fag or Great attenshionwhore

>>30035153
>attenshionwhore
nice spelling senpai

>>30035047
pmub

Can't wait for more moon and sun shenanigans

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>>30037495
SOON

>bump

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>>30034828
It has been a year since I began my journey into fitness, I grow more and more powerful by the day but it never shows. I cannot shed this coat from my body to show the aesthetics I have built underneath it. It pains me greatly to look upon my own image in that I cannot see my work put to the light because it is hidden below years of sloth that have cursed me to not be natty no matter how many gains I make.

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>>30038581
Eat a lot of protein.

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>>30024686
>>30025392
>>30029089
>>30030752
>>30033485
Thank you everyone! I'm glad you're enjoying it.

>>30025366
I love the way that artist does eyes. I gotta study eyes more...

>>30026354
The waifu wars have begun.

>>30032820
Oh man I remember when this was made. It never ceases to make me feel special... Thank you :')

>>30037495
>>30037554
SOON!

>>30038581
Leaner proteins! Cut those carbs! Abs are made in the kitchen, not the gym. Don't you worry Anon, it'll just take a little patience. I'm cheering you on, friend!

I have officially graduated and survived the post-grad party thrown by the senpai. Now I am finally back to write for my O'hana, so stay tuned!

I'll be writing in half an hour!

>>30039379
Ayyyyyy

>>30039031
>no fat food

>>30039589
Stop eating fat food.
>>30039379
Yes!

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>>30024654
>You are Luna
>Even though your sister gave you a hard time this morning, you still took her advice regarding Anonymous.
>With a few hours of sleep in you, your alarm clock rung you awake just before noon; supposedly right before Anonymous's lunch break.
>Your trust was not ill placed; Anonymous had removed his shirt and revealed his glistening body to you.
>Actually, to be fair, he revealed himself to your nearby telescope.
>Your telescope is supposed to be used to observe celestial bodies.
>Today it has been used to observe a more alien kind of body...
>And for the first bit it was certainly worth waking up to. Anonymous wandered about for a while, presumably searching for something, before settling down on a bench near the center of the garden.
>Oh to see that shirtless human strut about the garden like his personal kingdom was so exciting to you.
>He wanders like a sentry, defending the little bit of land he can wander freely.
>An anomaly no matter what corner of this land he travels to.
>Just how you too are a strange creature with few to feel akin to. Until now, at least.
>As you watched him do his daily activities, it gave you security in your own occupation.
>There are many nights where you wonder why you even bother to move the moon when your sister has proven she can do it all on her own.
>Why must you bear the weight of your prison and move it across the darkened skies?
>It feels like you are forced to do this job, like freedom is not an option of yours.
>But this freedom eludes Anonymous as well. He is not free to go where he chooses, he needs this job just to survive.
>Yet he does his work with a whistle and a grin. His positivity is not lost on you.
>And then right as you were getting comfortable watching him a mailmare swooped in.
>She gave him a bag, later revealed to be full of food, but that wasn't what struck you with a wave of shock.
>Without a second thought she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.
>No warning.
>She just did it.

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>>30039801
>She just did it

>>30039801
>As soon as she did you felt your face flush. Your hoof automatically jumped to your mouth to stifle your gasp.
>A cacophony of concerned thoughts flooded your mind as you clumsily attempted to piece together what had happened.
>Was she his significant other? His mate?
>How long had they been together?
>Nopony told you of this, not even Celly! Is this new?
>Is it serious? Is it too late for you to make a true connection with Anonymous?
>The thoughts stormed about your head like a raging bull; kicking and bucking about your consciousness until you felt rattled and ill.
>But the cloud of worry is quickly disbanded as the door to your room is suddenly kicked open.
>Celly trots in triumphantly.
>"Ahaaaa~!" she says in a teasing voice, "I knew that you would be awake, beloved sister."
>Her voice begins in a regal tone, but her face sports a mischievous grin.
"Sister, I-" you start
>Before you can even finish your sentence she has jumped across your room and pushed her face into yours
>"I got myself a hug TOO! So read it and WEEP sis!" she says with a hardy laugh
>You blink
"You did?"
>She nods happily
>"Yes ma'am, I DID! We're even on first name basis!" she declares proudly.
>You tilt your head.
"I suppose I assumed the two of you were already that close, Celly. Seeing how much you interacted with him before me." you say plainly
>She grunts at your statement, freezing up in a light wince.
"But, alas, I believe it was all for naught sister!" you say with a concerned face, "For Anonymous has already fallen for another!"
>She waves dismissively at you with a serious expression.
>"Woah now, let's not get crazy, Sis. You've only spoken to him for one night, I doubt he has already-"
"Not me you dunce! Another mare kissed him in the garden!"
>Celly pushes her face directly against yours.
>"Another mare did WHAT?" she inquires, her tone becoming much more serious.
>You feel yourself start to crumble.
>When your sister gets like this, you get tense.

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Holy shit it's Riggy!
Welcome back my man

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>>30039941
"Th-there was a mare in a mail uniform that came into the garden to see Anonymous..." you begin.
>Celly stares into your eyes with an impatient leer.
>"Go on." she orders
>You click your front hooves together.
"And she gave Anonymous a paper bag full of food for lunch, and he gave her a hug..."
>Your sister huffs air out of her nostrils
"And then she k... kissed him upon the cheek before flying away..."
>"And how did Anonymous react to this?" she immediately interrogates
>You ponder the question momentarily.
"He seemed... surprised, but then accepted it. He ate the lunch she brought him too..."
>Celly leans back from you, giving you some breathing room again.
>"Oh this DOES sound bad... those types of romantic gestures are only made by two very close parties!" she analyzes
>You look up at her with puppy eyes.
"So do you believe he truly has been spoken for?" you ask her pathetically
>She looks back at you.
>"Why would it be of any concern of yours? Surely you aren't considering a relationship with Mr. Anonymous?" she asks you regally
>You look down at your hooves.
>She places a hoof on your shoulder.
>"Luna, we are princesses... Anonymous is not one who we should venture into romance with..." she begins.
>You can feel your head sink as she starts to lecture you. You prepare for the worst.
>Instead you feel her pull you in close for a sudden hug.
>"Oh Lulu it's not fair!" she whines like a child, "I want to kiss him too! I want to love him too!"
>You're surprised by your sisters sudden change in tone, but soon you find yourself resonating with her emotional discharge.
>She groans and lies her head on top of yours. You give her a reassuring squeeze.
"It's okay Celly, I am here."
>You begin to squeeze her a bit harder.
>"Um, Lulu?"
"Even if you teased me about this earlier this morning, I am still here for you."
>You squeeze harder.
>"L-LULU"
"And even if you are trying to compete for Anonymous's attention I am still here for you."

>>30040003
Hey there old O'hana! Long time no see!

It's good to be back, friend. How has life been treating you?

>>30040044
Haven't been on the board in a while and decided to check it out.
You made my whole day bro. Hope you have a good graduation! I see you're still writing. I expece nothing but greatness.

>>30040035
>You finally release Celly after a small bout of venting.
>She catches her breath as you speak.
"I do understand you, sister. I too wish I could perhaps... kiss him. I just wish that my own sister wouldn't directly compete with me." you explain in exasperation.
>Celly shakes her head as she recovers.
>"I'm... I'm not trying to compete with you Lulu..." she stammers
>You raise an eyebrow.
>She looks around the room.
>"Okay, so maybe I got excited about the hug and tried to rub it in, but I don't mean to take him from you or something..."
>Her regal tone has entirely disintegrated.
>"I just... oh Lulu you can understand how I feel about him."
>You shake your head.
"I cannot! You have never shown any interest in Anonymous beyond his outward appearance. How am I supposed to know?"
>She looks at you with a curious expression.
>"Well, you know how I feel about his outward appearance, don't you? You can relate." she says, gesturing towards you.
>Your face flushes again.
"Th-That is not enough to build a relationship with him, sister!"
>She blushes as well.
>"Like you would know Lulu! You only just spoke to him!"
>The two of you stare each other down before the weight of the silence causes it to break.
>Each of you look away, knowing that both of you are at fault.
>Neither of you really took the time to know Anonymous before trying to claim him as their own.
>After awhile, Celly finally speaks.
>"He makes me feel weak." she says quietly.
>You look her over.
"Because he is so physically strong?" you ask impatiently.
>She shakes her head.
>"Because he has such a strong soul." she says with a light smile, "I think the world is too small for him."
>You blink slowly as your sister thinks so fondly of him.
>"Never before has a being been so genuine with me... with anyone. He doesn't care who you are, he knows we're all the same in the end. And it's that strong soul that lets him speak to anyone as if they are no one... and speak to no one as if they are someone..."

>>30040195
Thank you Anon! I graduated yesterday, and it has been a blast since. I hope I can meet your expectations!

Welcome back to the boards, Anon. The O'hana missed you, and so did I. You know I love ya

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>>30040272
>Sister looks to the side with great contemplation, as if the words she spoke were foreign even to her.
>You find yourself overwhelmed with a feeling of empathy. It submerges you, seeps into your pores.
>Celly never speaks of others like this. The world seems to be beneath her. Her subjects being little more than her play things.
>But the way she speaks now feels so out of character, so unique. As if a crude impression was being made by somepony with more emotion than they could contain.
>And yet this mess of feelings is definitely your kin, your blood. She is sister.
"He makes me feel strong, actually." you say with a shrug.
>Celly looks back up at you.
>You give her a reassuring smile that spreads warmth despite your tired eyes.
"If he can be so bold in the face of what he cannot control, why can't I?" you say with an exhausted smile.
>Celly smiles back.
"And this is why we must get to know him. This is why it must take time." you say firmly.
>Sister nods at you, mirroring a mutual expression of understanding and patience.
>"I understand. Just please know that I never mean to take him from you... he is to make his own decisions."
"I know Sister. However, we needn't worry at this time. He will be happy to spend time with us, of this I am sure."
>Celly nods.
>"Yes." she says before bringing a hoof to her chin, "Still, I'll send a guard to find out if he is seeing anyone."
>You nod quickly, just as curious.
>Celly turns and begins to levitate something with her magic.
>"Here, I thought you would like one too." she says, tossing you a piece of cloth as she heads for the door.
>The door closes behind her as you identify what the cloth is.
>It is one of Anon's shirts.
>You take a deep whiff of the fabric.
>The smell of his deep musk fills your senses.
>It's fresh.
>You toss the shirt over your head and push your forelegs through.
>A pajama shirt of your own.
>You hop into bed to rest until the evening, surrounded by a shirt that is much too large.

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>>30040531
Unfortunately that is all for tonight. I have an early start tomorrow and I'm already losing sleep.

Still, I'm back to doing this every night. Expect more green tomorrow, O'hana! Until then, goodnight!

I love you.
Remember that change comes from within, and that external circumstances cannot strip you of your freedom to change for the better!
Work hard, block out the naysayers and focus on what you care about.
Change comes slowly, but it does come. Just stick to it, and you will make it.
We will all make it.

>>30040531
why can't anon have both sisters

>>30040571
Seconding this.

>>30040556
Is Fluttershy gonna be in this?

bumping to the night~

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>>30039941
>"Not me you dunce! Another mare kissed him in the garden!"
I laughed.

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>>30040531
Fucking ADORABLE. Thousand year old princesses acting like little girls, too cute.

>>30040571
>>30040593

Threeing this.

God damn Rigs you've written a fucking SaintAnon.
I want to one day be as fulfilled and wise as this dude.

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>>30040531
>I'll send a guard to find out if he is seeing anyone
the guard is going to be female, isnt she?

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>>30040571
This

>>30042877
Oh shit, wrong folder

>>30042877
Eww gay

>>30042877
>>30042881
An elf is fine too, she's pretty cute n-no homo

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>>30042602
ayy

>>30043333
A FUCKING LEAF

>Anon has big musle & cock
>Celsta get wing boner
>"Oh damn Anon wy you lookin so fine?"
>Anon fuk Celesta

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>>30042877
>elf

>>30044249
Evangelyne is pretty awesome in Wakfu.

>>30045140
Porn game?

>>30043975
literary gold for this thread

>>30045167
No, a cartoon based off of a French Tactical MMO RPG by the name of Dofus. Wakfu is the name of the cartoon and a sequel MMO Tactical RPG. S1 and S2 are out, and I believe S3 is in the works. Definitely a fun series and very well animated.

Though if you wanted porn, look for Evangelyne and Amalia. Think Zone made at least a few for Wakfu, but look around.

>>30043975
Sorry Riggy, you've been upstaged

>>30040556
Off by one

I await moar green

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>tfw still ugly

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>>30043975
>>30045204
>>30045176

>>30045699
Atleast you'll be a strong permavirgin

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>>30046053
>>30046066
>>30046071
Gold.

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>>30046040
>>30046046
>>30046053
>>30046066
>>30046071
Couldn't resist visualizing this masterpiece.

>>30040571
Maybe you'll see down the road.

>>30040593
>Is Fluttershy gonna be in this?
Usually I wouldn't say anything about the future of the story, but I'd hate to blue ball you. Flutterbutt won't be making an appearance in this story. Sorry :c

>>30041525
>>30041577
Glad y'all are enjoying it so much!

>>30042284
Me and you both, friend!

>>30042602
^:)

>>30042877
>>30042881
That's a happy little accident right there. She is super adorable. I just wanna hug her!

>>30046099
It needed an illustration! Even if it was a terrible doodle made in like 15 minutes. Heck, I enjoyed making it.

I'll be writing within an hour everyone! Stay tuned!

>>30046066
>"I'MENJOYINGATREAT,CELESTIA!"

>>30046131
>"I'm a hushpony"

>>30046040
>>30046046
>>30046053
>>30046066
>>30046071
What a faggot.

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>>30012990
Stop eating so much and exercise a little you fat fuck, we ain't got a cure for ugly yet though.

>>30040272
>>30040531
They talking about lust over his body and then it's suddenly FEELS all over the fucking place, where this shit even came from?

>>30046241
>we ain't got a cure for ugly yet though
self confidence goes a long ways.

>>30046241
>>30046537
I'm simply awaiting the glorious age of cybernetics and machine interfacing.

>>30046537
I think the world could do without a bunch of male versions of "beautiful at any size" feminists singing songs about how their fat ass is a "booty" and equating it to musical bass.

>>30046580
>get /fit/
>still ugly
>be self-confident
>FUCKING MALE FEMINISTS
i think you may have a problem.

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>>30040531
>You are Morning Star
>Canterlot guard, second class.
>When you originally joined the guard it was in an effort find your place. To be taught discipline and to be given a purpose.
>And while these things did happen, they did not quite live up to the impossible expectations you built.
>You thought you would be a proud sentry standing guard by the side of a princess' quarters, or the meeting hall of an important diplomatic discussion.
>Instead, you guard the royal garden.
>Talk about a let down.
>There is always the opportunity to rank up and be given more important assignments, but it will take months to get first class. And even then you will probably only be given hall duty, or need to guard the moat-gate.
>Nothing life changing.
>It seems that the real guard jobs are held by only respected veterans of impossibly high rank, like captains and master sergeants.
>You toy with your food in the mess hall, your proud helmet sitting beside you.
>Its golden shimmer proudly declares how little action it has seen, but that is the point.
>It is little less than simple decor. The helmet is very plain otherwise. It'll protect your head, but there is nothing to be protected from.
>You sigh, looking down at the hay and assorted greens provided free of charge.
>A tray is placed across from you on the table.
>You look up to see the hazel eyes of a familiar brown mare. Her dirty orange mane poking out of the top of her helmet.
>"Goooood afternoon, Morning!" she says with a giggle, proud of the juxtaposition between your name and the time of day.
>Haven't heard that one before.
"Good afternoon Maple." you say lacking vigor.
>She tilts her head.
>"How has your shift been so far? Any action?' she asks, removing her helmet in preparation for lunch.
>You shake your head.
"No. Surprise, surprise... nopony has tried to break into the garden that is technically open to the public..." you say with a huff.
>Maple begins to shovel copious amounts of food into her mouth.

>>30046876
>"Well... no news is good news I guess." she says between bites, "A guard should be happy that they don't have to deal with anything on a shift."
>You lean your head onto your hoof.
"I guess so. But I didn't train as hard as I did to babysit a glorified patch of weeds, and the weird beast that tends to it."
>Maple stops eating for a moment.
>"Weird beast? You mean Anonymous?" she inquires
>You nod.
"That's the one. Always prancing around like a fairy... gimme a break." you say, rolling your eyes.
>Maple shakes her head
>"Girl you're front and center to that prime cut of meat and you couldn't give less of a damn. I really don't get you."
>You raise an eyebrow.
"Don't tell me you've started going ga-ga for that freak! He's such an odd creature. Ya know I've never seen him without a damn smile? That's just unnatural."
>Maple waves at you dismissively.
>"Some of us would call that attractive, Morning. What's wrong with being happy?"
"There isn't anything wrong with being happy, but every day? Are you happy every single day, rain or shine? I know I'm not."
>Maple sips from a glass of water.
>"Clearly..." she says under her breath.
"Oh come on, he's just some dude. Who cares?" you ask, venting out some unfiltered emotion.
>Maple looks you up and down.
>"Well the consensus of the other mares seems overwhelmingly positive towards him." she says with a wry smile, "He keeps them entertained."
>You shake your head again.
"Aw c'mon Maple, like those girls know anything about anything. I see them peering at him from the barracks, giggling like a bunch of fillies on the school yard. Celestia, they call themselves guards." you say, putting your head down.
>"Well a lot of those 'fillies' out rank us by a mile, Morn-" Maple begins to say before stopping abruptly.
>A the sounds of the mess hall suddenly get a lot louder as a massive amount of chairs are pushed out.
>You lift your head, continuing the conversation.
"Oh come on Maple, name one high ranking officer that-"

>>30046985
>As you look up from the table you realize Maple is at full attention, standing with a hard salute.
"...that gawks at... um.."
>The entire mess hall is silent and standing in position, you're the only one out of place.
>But who are they-
>As you turn around to search the room your view is filled with the majestic, flowing, pastel mane of Princess Celestia.
>She towers over you, looking straight at you.
>In a small panic you stand from your chair and salute, standing as tall and straight as you can.
"M-Ma'am!" you blurt as you come to full attention.
>She tilts her regal head at you, staring directly into your eyes.
>"Morning Star, second class?" she inquires without pleasantries.
"Y-Yes ma'am." you respond quickly.
>You can feel the sweat roll down your cheek.
>"Can I ask you to come with me? I have an assignment for you." she says sweetly.
>Her voice fills you with confusion.
>On one hoof, her sweet, beautiful voice brings with it warmth and tenderness. In combination with her overwhelming aura of authority and elegance, it feels like a light caress upon your ears.
>On the other, you have just been pulled from your ranks by your commanding officer for unknown reasons. It fills you with the dread that only the unknown can.
>She begins to walk towards the door.
>You don't hesitate to follow.
>The mess hall stands at attention until the two of you enter the barren hallways of the barracks.
>You know that you will be the new topic at everyone's tables.
>But that is far from your biggest problem right now.
>You continue to stand straight as the Princess turns to address you.
>She smiles warmly at you.
>"At ease, Morning Star. At ease." she says lightly.
>You exhale the breath you were holding out of pure anxiousness.
>Your body relaxes slightly, and you widen your stance.
>Princess Celestia looks out the window of the barracks.
>"You are the main guard for the post outside of the garden, correct?" she inquires.
"Yes ma'am. I hold the gate in solitude."

>>30046876
>Instead, you guard the royal garden.
Oh boy, here we-
>>30046985
>"...gimme a break"
[GASP], a mare immune to Anon's bodaciously built bod? no homo What is she, heterosexual?
>>30047087
>As you turn around to search the room your view is filled with the majestic, flowing, pastel mane of Princess Celestia.
>"Can I ask you to come with me? I have an assignment for you."
Yes, we shall see how long she holds out...

>>30046985
>>30047087
Morning Star is gay for Celestia, isn't she?

>>30047087
>She smiles knowingly with more grace than you could ever muster in a life time.
>There must be something in the water to make alicorns so effortlessly prepossessing.
>"Excellent. Then you are the right mare for the job." she says, facing you once more.
>The right mare? What does she mean?
>"You joined the guard, what, two years ago?" she asks patiently.
"Yes ma'am!"
>She nods.
>"Your sergeant tells me you were a fine guard, placing highly on all your tests. Especially your fitness test. You set some academy records, if my memory serves me correctly."
>You nod.
"Yes ma'am. These are all true."
>She nods slowly.
>"That does explain your rather muscular physique. I hope I don't offend you when I say it fits your otherwise smaller size." she says with a giggle.
"N-No offense taken, ma'am."
>That wasn't entirely true. Admittedly you are a little self-conscious of your height.
>You're pretty petite, especially for an earth pony. Your breed tends to be the tallest of all ponies.
>And yet you're shorter than most pegasus.
>"Now onto business. I have selected you for a mission that I personally need done."
>You can feel your eyes widen.
"Y-yes ma'am." you say, trying to contain your excitement.
>This is it.
>Your lucky break.
>All those hours training yourself so you could out perform any guard are finally going to pay off.
>You're about to receive a mission from the princess herself! The highest authority!
>"I need you to understand, this is a covert operation. Top secret."
>Top secret?! Even better! You're doing secret missions straight from the princess now!
"Yes ma'am!"
>She leans in close
>"I need you..."
>yes
>"To collect information..."
>YES
>"On whether Anonymous has a romantic partner or not."
>....
>What?

>>30047175
kek

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>>30047175
Marelets
When will they learn?

>>30047175
"A-Anonymous? The gardener?" you inquire in a professional tone.
>Celestia nods.
>"It is of utmost importance that I learn of his current romantic status. However, I cannot be the one to speak with him. It would compromise the mission." she explains
>Your excitement for your mission has been replaced by the feeling of being hollow.
>All the wild fantasies of what your mission could have been are thrown to the breeze.
>Dashed against the rocky shore of your island of high expectations.
>But what really stung was the mere nature of the mission.
>There are many reasons why Anonymous would need to be spied on.
>Maybe he is a spy, or a traitor. Maybe the princess has become suspicious of his activities.
>But to specify the love interest ruins the whole charade.
>If you were a bolder mare, you might have said something about this whole thing.
>You might have spoke out and said, 'How could this be a mission? To shoot the breeze with the gardener out back because you're crushing on him? Give me a BREAK princess!'
>But you'd prefer not to be obliterated into molecular dust
>Or worse, fired.
>So all that fell from your mouth was
"Yes ma'am." you say, with a proper salute.
>She smiles at you.
>"Thank you, Morning Star. Serve me well, and I might just recommend you for first class." she says, leaning in closer, "And my recommendations go a long way."
>You nod at her.
"Th-Thank you ma'am!"
>She smiles back to you.
>"Report to my sister's quarters once you have ended your shift for the day and tell me your findings. Remember, this is a secret mission. This is for your ears only."
>You nod once more.
>She smiles with great elegance once more.
>"Excellent, I shall be on my way then." she says before gracefully turning towards the door of the barracks.
>You salute her until she has left the hall.
>And even then you stand there stiff as a board for a few minutes just trying to process it all.
>So much for your big break.
>You groan out loud.

>>30047341
Lol, thats going to be awkward to ask anon

>>30047341
>You are Anon.
>You sit in the grass, leaning against the bags of top soil in front of the shed.
>There are only a couple more hours of work now, but all your jobs are done for the day.
>The only curse of being highly efficient is that you end up wasting a lot of time near the end.
>Any and all tasks that might still need to be done will take too long to complete in the time you have left.
>So no you're just stuck with two hours of work and nothing to do during it.
>You have even voiced your concerns about this time of day to the princess in the past. You offered to help inside with odd jobs as well.
>But she insisted that you remained outside for your whole shift, no matter how little there is to get done.
>Ah well, no worries man. It ain't hurtin' anyone. You'll just blow through work again tomorrow.
>That is if Celly doesn't drop a bunch of last minute things on you, forcing you to work overtime.
>She has been known to do that from time to time.
>As you lazily stare up at the clouds you can't help but plan out your week.
>You need to hit the gym after work, obviously. Then it's a quick meal before some meditation. Then getting to bed early.
>The rest of the week is pretty much more of the same, and of course Sunday will be spent with Floor Bored.
>You sigh.
>It's nice knowing that the weather will be much nicer nowadays.
>Your weeks will only be improved by the abundance of sun and wild flowers.
>"Hey." says a dry, yet feminine voice right next to you.
>You jump a little as you become aware of the presence of the little guard pony standing next to you.
>She is a little mare in the full gold regalia. Her coat is a pleasant blue color, except extremely unsaturated, almost bordering on white. Her mane is a deeper shade of cobalt with the occasional white stripe rolling down it. Across her muzzle is a handful of white freckles.
>The freckles bring your attention to her dry expression.
"Hi there! You gave me a bit of a fright there." you say with a smile.

>>30047465
>She tilts her head which is not far above your eye level.
>She's kind of short for pony, ain't she?
>"Aren't you supposed to be working or something?" she asks with little tact.
>You scratch the back of your neck.
"To be honest I wish I could be working. But I need deliveries that come in tomorrow to get moving on my next few tasks. And Celly said I could just chill for now."
>She squints her eyes.
>"Celly?"
>You chuckle.
"Princess Celestia. That's the name she told me to call her."
>For a moment the little mare blinks while shaking her head. Her expression appears like you have just said something so overwhelmingly silly that she had to take a second just to process it.
>She looks at you with raised eyebrows in a skeptical expression.
>"Really?" she says with an abundance of attitude.
>You nod slowly.
"Eeyup... so what do I owe the pleasure Ms...?" you inquire, gesturing at her.
>"Anonymous can I ask you a question?" she says, completely ignoring your request for a name.
"Of course. Lay it on me." you respond, cracking your neck as you do.
>She sighs loudly.
>"Are you curr......" she mumbles until you cannot understand what she is saying.
"I'm sorry love, repeat that?" you inquire.
>She lets out an uncomfortable and high strung groan.
>"Are you currently in a relationship?" she asks through grit teeth.
>You raise an eyebrow.
>This pony is giving off some confusing vibes.
"Now why would you want to know something like that? I don't even know you, hun." you say, leaning forward onto your crossed legs.
>She shakes her head with a sigh, making her mane flow back and fourth through the top of her helmet.
>"Just answer the question." she barks
>You put a finger to your chin.
"Not that I know of-"
>Before you can even finish your sentence she has stormed off without another word.
"Hey, what's your name?" you shout after her.
>She continues to wander away until she has left the garden.
>What an odd pony. You hope she is alright...

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>>30047552
Okay, I am passing out at my computer again, so I'll need to call it quits here.

I hope you enjoyed today's content! I know I enjoyed making it.
I'll be back tomorrow with more green and some real drawings maybe

Until then, I love you all and I hope that you find some time to just breathe in the future. Take a moment to reflect on where you've come from and where you're heading. I know you'll make the right decisions, and if you don't then I know you'll bounce back.

Okay, goodnight everyone. I hope to write a lot more tomorrow.

>>30047552
Wow what a rude pony, Anon should hug her for her misdeeds.

>>30047689
Good night Riggy.

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post you're stats
Symmetric Strength

>>30047857
>what happens when all you do is leg days

>>30047552
Wow rude.

>>30047552
maybe shes just gay,

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>>30047552
Better not let 'Celly' catch her being a little shit to him or she'll spank her ass in front of all the other guards and demote her to latrine duty.

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>>30047857
Shoulders weak, legs spaghetti

>>30047887
You get EXTRA THIC

>>30047213
This

>>30047552
>hun
Why not just say ohana or whatever was that? This self-insert bullshit is ridiculous.

>>30049275
>tells author to write character more like the author
>in the same breath, bitches at them for self-inserting
???

>>30049281
>tells author to write character more like the author
???

>>30049275
is hun not a word where youre from? its a bit flamboyant but people say it.

>>30049275
Seriously kid, you're the most pathetic faggot on /mlp/ right now for several months, you're autistically obsessed with internet e-celebs like Zach and Oney to the point you think they're actually in these threads that you're always in 24/7 constantly shitposting. Did the last 20 times of you getting exposed hard for your constant samefaggings not lessons enough? Neck yourself retard.

>>30049508
I have seriously no idea what are you even talking about.

>>30049816
He sounds triggered. Idk why

>Be Anon, 5'6", pretty natty
>Pony waifu is going to the gym with you today
>P-please no
>You can't let her see what happens at the gym
>But she insists
>You open the door and all the sound of weights stops
>The intercom music shuts off
>Everyone stares at you
>The mark on the doorframe marks off 6'
>You were clearly under it
>Your waifu seems confused
>One of the gym employees grabs you by the head with his massive hands
>Your arms weren't long enough to fight him
>He drags you across the gym and throws you into the manlet pit
>He shifts the lid back over it and locks the bolts
>You're sitting in the dark, a single lightbulb flickers weakly
>Under the light is a single bench with 1 pl8 welded to the barbell and no other weights
>A fellow manlet crawls from the darkness
>"H-hey." he hisses, pale skin and long snake-like tongue developed for living in the pit, "Ya got any milk?"
"No."
>He screeches and slithers off into the shadows
>Two days later you leave the manlet pit covered in blood
>You killed the other manlets and fashioned their corpses into a set of stilts and climbing gear
>Leave the gym finally
>Find out waifu left you for some dyel lanklet

>>30050277
Manlets, when will they learn?

>mfw I deleted all my manlet's copypastas
Dammit.

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>>30050402
GROW GROW GROW

>>30050881
Did the math because I'm a huge fuckin' nerd. The average manlet height for a tower that size, presuming they're somehow standing on each other's heads, would be 5ft 9 3/5in. If they're standing on each other's shoulders, they're gonna be about 6' 4" to reach that height, and I highly question who counts as a manlet if an average like that is in the pit.

>>30020233
>"Come on anon, just one more"
>"But rainbow dash, I just can't do it"
>"Yes you can you fat fuck"
>"Fuck you rainbow dash, this is why no one likes you"
>Anon leaves.

Oky desu, I am actually gonna try and write something about this soon, I'll post if thread is still alive, good idea anon.

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>>30051650
>Fat anon get laid

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>>30047690
d'aww

>>30048620
I find it funny to think of Celestia treating the guard like a bunch of little children, spanking them if they do something wrong and giving them candy when they do stuff well.

>>30049275
I WISH I could be as positive and confident as this particular Anon. Calling girls you've just met, "hun" requires either a certain level of confidence or a certain level of not giving a damn.
He's kind of a mixture of both

>>30051616
Good hair makes happy mares.

>>30051650
>A new write friend
Welcome to the thread, Anon! I can't wait to see what you come up with!

I'll be writing in a little over an hour, so I'll see you all very soon.

>>30052632
WHEN

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>>30052632
Writing now!

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>>30053048
Oh You!

>>30051587
>tfw the gym doesn't have seperate manlet and marelet pits so they throw them all together

>>30053048
ITS HAPPENING

>>30053048
>Tfw you recognize that art style
Oh boy

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>>30047552
>You are Morning Star
>Sweet Celestia that was awkward.
>You waited a few hours after lunch so that you could ask him right before you're dismissed from guard duty.
>It's a good thing you did too, if you stuck around until he got off work he would probably try to start a conversation with you again.
>You march into the castle and start to head upstairs towards the north tower.
>Princess Luna's tower.
>It is beyond you why you need to go up to HER living quarters, but you're sure that it is for another petty reason or two.
>You pass multiple guards on your way to her tower, all of them nodding at you with affirmation.
>They were expecting you.
>As you continue up the spiral steps to the Princess's room you reflect on what you're going to say.
>You think back to your forced conversation with Anonymous.
>He is definitely not romantically engaged with anypony. Even if he was, he's too dense to know it.
>A small detail from the quick exchange seems to be stuck on your mind, even now.
>'Celly'
>'Celly'?
>Did she really tell him that he could call her that?
>'Celly'
>'CELLY!' It sounds like what you would call a childhood friend, not a princess.
>It just all feels so improper.
>You finally reach the large door. It is clearly made for ponies much taller than you.
>The crystal moon insignia fills you with dread.
>You're decidedly a day guard, you have never so much as brushed shoulders with Princess Luna in the halls.
>And the night guards are just... strange. They're definitely very cliquey.
>But this is, unfortunately, your mission; and momma didn't raise a coward.
>You bring your hoof up to the center of the door before knocking.
>There is no response.
>You nervously look around, imagining that you somehow went to the wrong room.
>Which is impossible, since there really is only one room in the tower.
>After another attempt to knock you feel out of place.
"E-Excuse me? It is Morning Star... I was told to come here after I finished my... covert mission?" you say

>>30053200
>As soon as you're finished stating your purpose the door suddenly creaks open.
>It opens just a crack, but it is big enough for you to walk through.
>A perk of being small.
>But before you can wander in you feel yourself being lifted from the ground.
>A golden aura surrounds you as you gently levitate.
>Suddenly you're thrust through the doorway and into the room.
>The great speed you're dragged in gets your adrenaline pumping before the aura releases you in mid air.
>You scramble onto your hooves, trying to adjust to the inertia.
>The door is slammed behind you so quickly you're surprised that your tail didn't get clipped.
>You tilt your helmet out of your eyes and get a look of your surroundings.
>Before you, standing just by the door, is the tall and elegant Princess Celestia.
>She looks down at you with authoritative eyes.
>To your left is Princess Luna, sitting upon her bed.
>It is quite clear that she was recently woken up. She isn't wearing any armor, and her mane is in total disarray.
>She looks at you through exhaustion. She seems pretty hard on sleep.
>Surprising, you thought dreams were sort of her thing.
>Yet even in her improper state she appears quite beautiful. Her slender blue frame gives off more of a feeling of youth than her sister, but does not sacrifice any elegance to do so.
>But seeing her in such an unprofessional atmosphere makes you feel odd, like you're seeing something you really shouldn't be.
>You're already miles ahead of the clearance of any second class guard. After all, you're alone in Luna's bedroom with both princesses.
>Celestia approaches you slowly.
>"Morning Star, report." she demands
>You salute her and stand at attention.
"Yes Ma'am." you say with gusto, "From the intelligence I have gathered it would appear that Mister Anonymous is not currently engaged in any romantic relationships to his knowledge."
>You try very hard to make it sound proper and professional, but it still comes out sounding like pure dribble.

>>30053450
>Celestia looks you up and down.
>"I see..." she says slowly, "And you are sure of this?"
>You nod.
"Yes ma'am. I heard it from Anonymous himself." you assure her.
>She smiles at you as her eyes brighten.
>"Then it is settled!" she says with a lightness you weren't anticipating, "I told you Lulu, it was nothing to worry about."
>Princess Luna lets out a tired sigh as she smiles
>"You were just as worried as me, Sister."
>Celestia lets out a haughty laugh that seems very out of character for her.
>"Maybe! But at least I did something about it, hmm? Don't ever let me catch you saying your older sister doesn't look out for you." she says happily.
>Luna scoffs
>"Oh you did it for yourself just as much as you did it for me, Celly. Don't lie to yourself!" she says in an equally mocking tone.
>You're really not sure how to process all this. You've never seen the princesses so much as make a crude joke, let alone tease each other.
>In response you simply stand at attention, holding your salute as this all occurs around you.
>Your eyes widen
>Wait
>'Celly'...
>WAIT
>Before you have time to connect more dots Princess Celestia approaches you once more.
>"Thank you, Morning Star. I will be sure to recommend you for promotion by tomorrow morning."
"Thank you ma'am!" you respond automatically, "Although... I'm not sure if this mission is worth such an honor. All I did was ask a question, ma'am."
>You feel yourself wince.
>By saying that you're basically denying the fast track to first class.
>But if you're going to climb in ranks, you'd rather it be done right.
>Celestia smiles warmly at you.
>"But you did it so quickly, and he trusted you enough to tell you his love life within a couple of hours."
>More like a couple of minutes, but from what you've seen Anonymous would trust a rock enough to tell it about his love life within a few seconds.
>Not exactly hard.
>He told you what you needed to know, and you never even told him your name.

>>30053522
>Celestia's face lights up.
>"However, if you would like to really earn that rank... I can give you a different secret mission. If you accept, that is."
>You look straight ahead.
>A different secret mission? Does she mean a real one?
>Will you actually be something good for the kingdom?
>"Do you accept the mission I will give you? Or would you rather return to your post?"
>You can't really accept a mission if she hasn't told you it. This whole scenario feels awfully one sided.
>However, whatever it is should still beat general guard duty.
>And if it gets you on the princesses good sides, what's the harm?
"Yes ma'am! I accept, ma'am!"
>Her smile grows further than usual, and she raises her eyebrows as you meet her expectations.
>"Morning Star" she says with a commanding presence
>You stand even taller than before, puffing out your chest and holding your head high.
"Yes ma'am!" you respond
>This is it.
>Moment of truth.
>What sort of assignment are yo-
>"I will need you to continue your espionage on Anonymous in order to collect intelligence about his personal life."
>SON OF A-
"Yes ma'am!"
>"We need to know what his hobbies are as well as his habits. We need to know who he associates with. The more you can bring back, the better. That includes and physical evidence you can take as well!"
>What even is your job anymore?
>Luna nods from her bed.
>"Y-Yes! Especially the evidence!" she chimes in.
>Noooo
>Not you too Princess Luna. You thought she'd be above all this.
>You just don't understand why this is happening.
>"You already have a head start since you spoke to him so easily before! It should be no problem getting closer to him in the coming weeks!"
>You cringe as you recall your conversation earlier today.
>Ah geez, how awkward is it gonna be to speak to him after THAT mess?
>Wait did she say WEEKS?
>You let out a discrete sigh.
>...
>If you jumped off the balcony the fall would definitely kill you, right?
>That is if they don't levitate you back.
>Damn

>>30053692
Feels out for Morning Star

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>>30053692
>meanwhile

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>>30053692
>If you jumped off the balcony the fall would definitely kill you, right?
>That is if they don't levitate you back.
>Damn
desu.

>>30053692
haha noice

>>30053692
>A mere hour later you are totally free.
>You stand in front of the barracks without your armor, reduced once again to nothing but yourself.
>Your mane is tied into a tight bun, and you're wearing nothing but a compression tank top for working out.
>There is a gym provided to the guard in the rec center near the back of the gated area you and dozens of others call temporary home.
>Guards don't need to live in barracks, especially if you're a patrol guard walking the streets.
>However if you work in or around the castle they are highly recommended.
>Technically you could live in an apartment across town, but that doesn't sit well with higher ups. If you want ranks you need to play by some unspoken rules. A real guard eats, sleeps, and trains in the guard compound behind the castle.
>However you have really had enough of this place for one day. You need time to just be alone and sort through the downward spiral your life has nosedived into.
>So to put as much distance between you and work you've decided to visit a friend's gym halfway across Canterlot. It's only a couple miles out of the way. A decent warm up jog.
>You're pretty much just gonna lift these worries out and hope you build up enough endorphins to numb how socially awkward tomorrow is going to be.
>You begin at a small trot to loosen the joints and get the heart pumping a little.
>But soon you are making a break for it, running at high speeds through the back alleys of Canterlot.
>The alleys are the best because there aren't any ponies there to make you adjust speed.
>Just smooth sailing the whole way through.
>Except the occasional trash can, but you can hop those.
>The running gives you the opportunity to lose focus on work and just enjoy the nice day.
>But the jog comes to an end as quickly as it began. You approach the gym in record time.
>'Push & Pull Gymnasium'
>Its back alley vibe and rusted warehouse door shows its age.
>No superficial, girly crushes here!
>Just sweat and iron.

>>30053963
Unfortunately I am exhausted again. In an effort to avoid misspelling and decreasing the quality of my work, I'm gonna get to bed now.
I know a handful of updates aren't much, and I'm sorry for that. However I know it is better for me to rest instead of burning myself out.

I will definitely be writing tommorow. I'll pick up an energy drink or something so I can stay awake better.

Goodnight O'hana. See you tomorrow.

>>30053988
always love reading your work

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>>30053988
>The year of our lord 1000+1020-3
>Not knowing that sleep is for the weak
Never gonna make it Riggy

>>30053988
No worries, thanks for the update. Go get some sleep.

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>>30053988
>yfw RAVAGE THEM

>>30053963
cant wait to see anon pumping iron ^:)

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>>30054888
Nunununununu.

>>30053963
Anon working on the glutes for the sloots?

I am currently writing the RD fitness fic that one anon proposed earlier, can some kind anons make sure this thread stays alive so I can dump it later.

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>It’s been six months since you were accidentally teleported into the land of equestria
>It’s taken some time to adjust to this new life of yours, but it’s not like you had much going on in the real world anyway so your content with your new existence
>Well, except for one thing of course…
>It seems that the inhabitants that live in this realms diets are exclusively based upon high carbohydrate foodstuffs like wheat and other assorted grains.
>And while you don’t mind the actual foods, you have noticed you’ve been gaining a substantial amount of weight since you arrived here, and you weren’t exactly stick thin in the real world…
>You have to face it, you’ve become fat
>Well, more than fat, more like morbidly obese.
>You’re not the only one who’s noticed as well, princess celestia has issued a very athletic pony to mentor you back to a healthy weight, but you’ve never met her before.
>From what other ponies say she sounds rather obnoxious
>Well I’ll guess we’ll find out what she’s like tomorrow, Twilight told me to look for the Pegasus with rainbow coloured hair
>Better get to sleep early, don’t want to be tired for you first day of exercise.

And so, begins anon’s transformation.

>You wake up early and get some breakfast, a bowl of oats, a plate of instant eggs (Fluttershy enforced a law to outlaw the consumption of real eggs) and a cup of freshly brewed coffee, one sugar.
>After this you proceed to make your way down to the gymnasium
>You look at your wrist watch, “Fuck, I’m late”, you were meant to be there for 8:00 am but its already 8:20
>You pick up the pace and manage to make it there just before it reaches half past, you’ve already started to work up a sweat so god knows what you’ll look like after an hour and a half of exercise.
>You burst through the doors and immediately spot a pissed of Pegasus, she turns around and with a scowl she furiously darts towards you
>”There you are, your anonymous right ?” “Well I’ve been waiting here ages for you, haven’t you ever heard of a thing called an alarm ?”.
>”I’m sorry, but you’ve only been here for twen” you get cut off.
>”So what, your still late, AND you still haven’t got your gym clothes on”
>She throws you a bag full of sweatpants, a water bottle and a sweatband
>”Put these on and meet me out here, we’ll start with some warm ups, then some laps, and then” etc etc.
>Fuck, she’s already pissed off at you, I hope she doesn’t make me do extra laps for this.

>>30056567
>>30056577
Spellcheck.
Choose a perspective and stick to it.
When writing in the greentext format insert dialogue in a new line.
Depending on the writer either Anon or the perspective you're writing from is in black text.

I want to see where this goes.

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>>30048645
>>30047857
Just started again after a trip to snap city. Not even a single intermediate.

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>>30056629
Noted, the next one will be the same but I'll try to work with some of the tips you gave.

>Three months later
>”Come on anon, just one more, you can do it”
>With all you’re might, you push up against the floor until your arms are fully extended
>”aaaannd, that’s fifty, good work anon”
>You’re still gasping for breath at this point so you still can’t talk, you reach for your water bottle and take a swig
>You manage to mutter out a quiet “Thanks Rainbow Dash”
>You’ve been hitting the gym hard these past months and you’ve managed to shed a fair bit of weight due to RD changing your foodstuffs for you, swapping out oats for multi-grain, coffee with no sugar or cream and plain egg whites (Still artificial of course)
>You get up off the floor and head towards the changing room, looking forward to that heavenly shower you’ve earn't.
>”Hey anon, wait, I’ve got something for you” Rainbow shouts.
>She throws you a single chocolate bar
>”You’ve earned it pal” she exclaims
>Fuck yeah.jpeg
>”Thanks rainbow, I’ll save this for later” you chuckle
>”Well, maybe she’s not as much as a hardass as I thought”, you think to yourself as you enter the changing room.

It won't let me reply to the last entry so I'll just piece them together with a separate post when I finish.

>>30056666
Nice green Quads-Satan

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Hang on, I'm having some turbulence posting the green.

Fuck it, I'll throw it into pastebin and link it later or create a thread or something, back soon, signed "Im new to this shit".

>>30057408

>>30058143

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This thread has inspired me to start working out so I did a 20 minute kettlebell workout and now I feel like death.

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>>30059180
What should I eat after a workout by the way?

>>30059258
Stretch before and after, if your aiming to lose weight, cut out carbohydrates and lots of sugar (but not all), drink water (or drinks with low sugar, such as sugarless tea or coffee) and start jogging.

I did this shit as a teenager and I went from being heavily overweight to a nice average athletic build after a year.

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>>30059302
Thanks Anon

>>30059357
Seriously, just head on over to /fit for more detailed explanations, but a quick list is;

1) Avoid soda and fast food like the plague.
2) don't starve yourself, eat sparingly but enough to ensure your full otherwise your metabolism slows down and you lose weight slower.
3) You have to exercise to lose weight, there's no way around it, but be sure to rest when you need it.

Good luck anon, don't be a pussy and stop after one week pls otherwise this post was pointless.

>>30059180
>>30059258
There is /fit/ for this shit.

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>>30056577
Not bad writer, I will like to see it.

>>30053988
O'Hana
>>30056666
Pastebin satan?

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>tfw pony are /fit/

>>30060947
>*rubs right hoof*
>mmmm oh fuck yes baby

>>30060947
SQUATS & OATS

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>>30060947

>>30012714
Nice art

>>30053789
The world needs more Nordpone

>>30063374
Same

>bump

>>30064941

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Woah! This place got bumpy!

Sorry I wasn't on yesterday, life got in the way.

However, I shall be writing in about half an hour. Thanks for keeping the thread alive, everyone.

>>30065233
Almost forgot to mention, I am currently writing!

>>30065233
>>30065505
What is this blogshit?

>>30065233
>>30065505
IT IS TIM

>>30053963
>You wander in and wave at your stallion friend busy working the counter
>He gives you an acknowledging nod and gets back to work.
>You meander through the cardio area at the front of the gym.
>Cardio bunnies run at moderate speeds on the provided treadmills as they try to ignore the smell of sweat and old warehouse.
>You chuckle to yourself as you pass.
>They wouldn't be caught dead here if the price of admission wasn't so low.
>Most of the gyms in this city have ridiculous membership rates, but this back alley gas station bathroom of a gym is more than fair.
>They all wear tank tops and matching headbands. Their yoga pants clinging to their tight butts as they trot just enough to build up a sweat.
>Not exactly your cup of tea.
>You continue to walk towards the free weight section.
>You don't do cardio at the gym, that's what the outside is for. You don't need to pay somepony to run.
>It seems you're not the only one who is lifting today.
>A few muscular stallions spot each other as they put up barbells stacked with weight.
>Their veins bulge off their heads and muscles like pipes about to burst.
>They might have impressive numbers, but they don't look great doing it.
>Along with them are a couple athletic mares putting up decent numbers in their exercises.
>And of course the one token skinny stallion, just getting his start.
>Though you would never talk to him, you're always secretly rooting for him.
>Not actively, just a small thought cast his way like, 'We all started somewhere. Keep it up kid'
>But now it's time to get down to business.
>You trot into the squat rack and begin stretching.
>Using a pedal on the ground you adjust the rack to the lowest setting.
>This always makes you self conscious...
>The squat rack works a lot like a saddle. The barbell fits in the groove of a piece you strap around your body.
>It keeps the bar squared and steady. The rest is up to you.
>You'll start with some low weights as a warm up before hitting the big reps.

>>30065599
>You slide into the provided harness and tighten it around your body.
>It is just tight enough that it doesn't slide, but still leaves room for when you flex your core.
>Weights hang off to the sides of the barbell resting on the squat rack.
>The entire place is designed with all ponies in mind, especially earth ponies.
>So the hanging weights can be slid on and off the bar with needing to be lifted.
>Once they are pulled over the barbell itself, the wires making them hang slacken. So the weight can be taken on and off whether you have magic or not.
>Sometimes the more 'up-scale' fitness centers in town neglect the fact that earth ponies are the weight lifting species and don't plan their equipment accordingly.
>You slide a 45 plate on each side of the bar. A quick warm up set to get the muscles primed.
>Normally you would start by doing the empty bar to loosen up, but the jog here sufficed.
>You clank the bar out of its resting hooks and take a few steps back.
>The weight is now on your body, but it doesn't feel like much.
>You're very used to it.
>A set of 12 goes by like it is nothing.
>Now it's time to start packing on a little weight.
>You place another pair of 45's to each side of the bar.
>225lbs ain't too impressive compared to these muscle heads, but it is your go to for a second set.
>As you remove the bar from its hooks you can actually feel the weight.
>The set of 12 goes by a bit slower as you pay extra attention to your form.
>Your legs feel the weight and begin to burn.
>You start to sweat as your body actually needs to work.
>Alright, one last weight up.
>You add 25's to each side, bringing the amount up to 275
>It's very close to your maximum at this time, so 3 sets of 8 should do nicely.
>The first set goes by without much incident, but you can really feel it working every part of your body.
>After a minute of rest, the second set begins to hurt.
>Finally the third set makes your legs wobble. You almost don't make it to 8.

>>30065728
>But momma didn't raise a quitter, and you push the bar back where it came from and slide it back into its hooks.
>You gasp for air and replenish your body's suffering oxygen supply.
>That wasn't easy, but for a little earth pony like you it was a solid job.
>Most of the stallions on the guard wouldn't be able to put up those numbers, and those weren't even your true PR.
>If you were trying to seem really impressive, you'd break it down to sets of 3 and really kick up those numbers.
>But for now you've hit your legs pretty well.
>You slide the weights off to the side and continue to catch your breath.
>You wander over to the water fountain and gulp down liquid between breaths.
>The water is very hard, and taste more like blood thanks to how much iron is in it.
>The nectar of champions.
>You smile cheerfully as you trot back to the rack to ensure you leave it the way you found it.
>Nothing like a good hoist to make you feel like a million bits.
>But as you inspect the rack the smell of perfume hits your nostrils.
>You look around for its source to find a sea of cardio bunnies and yoga mares trotting through the free weights area.
>They run past you towards the secondary weight area around the corner.
>You hardly ever go to that corner of the gym. It's the slightly smaller free weight area next to the boxing ring.
>You feel a little territorial towards the girls as they trot through your dojo.
>But then you realize the muscle heads are walking in the same direction around the corner.
>You tilt your head as the crowd seems to disappear around the corner, leaving your area completely abandoned.
>At first you think that perhaps there was a fire, but the lack of alarms disbands that idea.
>You look at the stallion behind the counter for some possible context.
>He simply stares off towards the same corner everyone ran to with a smile, shaking his head knowingly.
>You turn and look in the direction everyone was going.
>Alright, fine. You're curious.

>>30065783
>You wipe down the bar before tossing the provided rack back to its bin and meandering over.
>You pass empty benches and squat racks, their bars still filled with weights.
>They have been left barren for the time being, their occupants distracted between sets.
>Honestly, you're just unsure how anypony could just leave between sets.
>You can't trust someone like that. It's just not right.
>If you hadn't just finished your last set, you would've ignored all the buzz.
>You turn the corner to find half the gym gathered around the back weight area behind the boxing ring.
>They all appear to be watching something. Some ponies even hopped into the ring so they could have a higher view.
>Because of this, and your petite nature, you can't see jack diddly.
>You move closer, trying to peer through the crowd to see what everyone is staring at so intently.
>A couple cardio mares chat among themselves nearby.
>"Do you think he can do it?" one says quietly.
>"Maybe..." says the other, "I don't really care as long as I get to watch..."
>Her voice becomes sultry near the end, and the two giggle quietly to one another.
>"There's no way, bro." says a masculine voice in the crowd, "That ain't happenin'" he says.
>You cut through the crowd, your curiosity starting to turn into impatient grumpiness.
>Well now you've GOTTA know.
>You squirm your way through, half apologizing to the ponies you pass.
>With one final push you pop out of the crowd and reach the center.
>And only then do you see what they were referencing.
>Your eyes widen.
"Oh for crying out loud." you say under your breath.
>In front of you stands the gardener, just as shirtless as ever.
>Is this seriously just more ponies gawking at his body?
>No... the stallions are here too. What are they gathered for?
>Your question is answered as you look down at the mass of metal sitting before Anonymous.
>You can feel your eyes widen as you count the number of plates on the barbell.
>4... 5... 6.. 7...
>on
>each
>side

>>30065879
>You look him over with confusion.
>What is that? 675lbs?
>What does he intend to do with weight like that?
>It's sitting on the floor, you have no idea what kind of exercise he's thinking of doing.
>A wry smile creeps across your face.
>You gotta agree with the stallions behind you; whatever he is trying to do with that weight ain't happening.
>And you'll gladly sit front and center as this dancing buffoon breaks himself.
>You bet this failure will wipe that stupid grin off his face.
>But now that you mention it, he isn't grinning.
>He stands perfectly still behind it, his eyes closed with a serious expression.
>His hands are clenched in fists, and he controls his breathing with great purpose.
>But unlike the explosive breathing you've heard uttered from the stallions around you, his is smooth as silk.
>It's almost therapeutic the way he controls his breaths, like he is about to meditate.
>Without a word he begins to bend downward.
>The crowd immediately hushes as he slowly descends.
>You wait patiently for what you expect to be a bloodbath.
>Yet, even without any knowledge of what he intends to do, you can tell his form is beautiful.
>He moves gracefully; his core and limbs working in perfect conjunction as he keeps his spine perfectly flat.
>Finally he grasps the bar with his human hands, calloused and dirty from the garden.
>For a moment, he sits in the lower position.
>Then, with great attention to form, he does it.
>He pulls the bar upward using his back and legs.
>The bar bends under the weight, but still he relents.
>And to your incredible shock those damn weights leave the ground.
>He stands erect, pushing his chest out as he holds the bar over a foot off the ground.
>Every fiber in his body flexes, but his face remains stoic and calm.
>His breathing remains nearly silent.
>Though you hate to admit it, you're floored.
>He actually did it.
>Then he slowly returns the weight to the ground as the crowd cheers.
>Then he does it again.
>4
>more
>times

>>30065964
>After the first rep the crowd clapped and cheered, feeling like they just witnessed the impossible.
>But he wasn't going for a single rep PR, no no.
>This was a damn SET
>And with each lift the crowd becomes more rowdy.
>The muscles heads begin to get pumped up, their vulgarity increasing as they live vicariously through the titan standing before them.
>The wimpy stallion from before watches in total awe, his eyes sparkling with inspiration. In his eyes, Anonymous is nothing short of a hero.
>But the biggest reaction comes from those cardio mares.
>They pierce your ear drums with squeals of delight as his muscles bulge and flex. Each lift makes them squeal louder and hard.
>Many of their legs begin to shake as they succumb to the dominating energy that the beast emanates.
>A few of them become so weak in the haunches that they collapse to the ground.
>You hear a few interesting comments from the peanut gallery.
>"Oh sweet Celestia, just TAKE me" one says in an exaggerated tone to her just as distracted friend.
>You could've sworn one of them just took a picture of him.
>Of all the reactions, it this one that pulls you out of the whole experience.
>You wanted to get away from this girly, crushy, nonsense. It feels like your sanctuary of iron has been tainted by feminine perversion.
>However, you have to begrudgingly admit that they have a good reason for it this time.
>Even you, despite your disposition towards the lunatic, find yourself a little enchanted by his presence.
>As he drops his weight down for the final time, he stands tall once more in the dim gym light.
>He extends his arms out in a stretch and stretches his back.
>The light above places shadows on every one of his pumped muscles, giving it a dynamic look from where you're standing.
>He really does look like a titan towering above the rest of the gym goers. Looking at him here you would never guess his occupation.
>His expression changes as he finally opens his eyes again.

Can't even lift for a few weeks. Feels bad. At least I can live vicariously through this Anon.

>>30066043
>His eyebrows raise as he puts his hands on his hips. The crowd claps again as he makes his return to reality.
>His eyes widen and he exhales through pursed lips.
>The crowd grows silent as he looks about the room.
>He raises one eyebrow as he looks around, apparently totally unaware of the crowd that formed around him.
>Finally he breaks the suspense by raising his hands in a shrug.
>"Now that's heavy, man." he says with a smirk.
>The crowd chuckles at his remark and gives him one last cheer.
>He just nods at the crowd and gives a thumbs up.
>You're pretty sure that's a positive gesture.
>You don't know enough beasts with hands to be sure.
>The crowd slowly disbands around you.
>The majority of cardio and yoga mares walk away in their little cliquey groups, giggling and gossiping about Anonymous.
>A few of them stay behind to take an extra long look from afar, pretending to be lifting meager dumb bells.
>The muscle heads come up to him and smack his ass, telling him how killer that set was.
>A few of them ask for lifting advice or diet tips, and one of the female lifters smacks his ass for more than congratulatory reasons.
>She saw her opportunity and took it.
>Anonymous, however, is pretty absent from it all.
>He responds to everything with vague, 'Thank you's and 'Oh, well, ya know's
>Finally the crowd really starts to thin out as he pulls the plates off the bar.
>And only now do you realize you're just standing off to the side.
>You turn to start leaving but stop yourself.
>Anonymous places the weights back on their racks alone, the crowd dissolving down to only a few particularly enticed spectators pretending to exercise.
>After that display, you can say that there is a newfound respect for Anonymous in your mind.
>Not a lot of respect. You can't say you're fond of the way he acts at work.
>But you respect his numbers. There's no shame in respecting his numbers.
>And it's that little bit of respect that can help you through your secret 'mission'

>>30066223
>But you need to nip this thing in the bud. Earlier today was painfully awkward, and the sooner you smooth it over the better.
>And right now, while your meager amount of tolerance for him is at an all time high, you could heal that wound.
>For the sake of the mission, and your job, you force yourself to approach him.
"Hey." you say in an almost aggressive way.
>He turns around, expecting to see another stallion.
>Instead, he finds you just below his line of sight.
>For a second he looks at you like everyone else, but suddenly his eyebrows raise as he recognizes you.
>"Oh hey! I didn't recognize you without your helmet on! How are you holdin' up?" he asks happily.
>His friendliness is a little unnerving considering how you treated him earlier.
>Still, you fight through your mild social discomfort and respond.
"I'm alright... that was a pretty intense lift." you say, gesturing towards the now empty bar on the floor.
>He looks at the bar then back at you. He makes perfect eye contact, looking away just enough to not make it awkward.
>"Hey thanks, man. I didn't expect a crowd to form like that though." he says, surveying the gym.
>You scratch your chin
"Yeah, well, it's not every day that you get to see a monkey lift the equivalent of a chariot.
>He shrugs
>"Eh, weight is weight." he says calmly, "As for the monkey thing, yeah I can see that."
>He chuckles at your comment and takes a seat to be at your eye level.
>"So what brings you to this particular gym? I thought the guard had their own thing." he inquires.
>You shrug.
"I had to get away from some... weird... drama with the mares at work."
>He scratches the back of his head.
>"What, like, office romances? Scandalous behavior?" he says with some exaggeration.
>You nod.
"You could say that."
>He nods understandably.
>"You have my pity, love. I wouldn't go near that stuff with a ten foot pole. Seems like a waste of breath to me."
>You raise your eyebrows and nod in agreement.
"That's precisely right."