Spitfire Thread

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>>30099125
>What kind of music do you think Spitfire likes? What reasons do you have for this
She strikes me as a more of an oldies type of gal. 1970's rock maybe? I don't really have a reason for it, just what I'd guess.

Also, I really wanna cum inside Spitfire

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>>30099227
Hey, me too.

So like Black Sabbath and The Eagles? I can dig it, kinda goes into Dad Rock a bit.

Also, in the process of writefagging right now.

>>30099125
>Spitfire will never find you in wilderness when you were five.
>Spitfire will never be your pony mom.

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>>30099266
y u do dis?

>>30099273
>She will never have soft spot for you when no one is around.
>She will never call you her little monkey.

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>>30097615
>To say I didn't thoroughly enjoy myself last night would be a complete lie.
>Spitfire is definitely my favorite customer.
>Saying I wasn't anticipating what awaited me all day today would also be a total lie.
>My first course of action when I got up was to find a way to get to Cloudsdale.
>Fun fact: I had a feeling I couldn't walk on clouds, and I was right.
>So coughing up a good portion of my savings account in order to do so was definitely a calculated risk.
>Not to mention transport to that city in the clouds didn't come cheap either.
>Think extra baggage on Delta Airlines expensive.
>Makes me rethink my motto of 'cardio ruins gains' being 6'2" and 210lbs back home, I don't even know the measurements and weight system here.
>All they told me is that I was really heavy and they'd have to charge me extra.
>So it's safe to say I depleted a good quarter of my savings just to go see a pony who invited me over.
>Color me thrilled.
>My next priority was to actually find her place, and wouldn't you know it, Pegasi that'd never seen a human aren't exactly keen on sticking around to help out.
>By the time I actually found the street Spitfire lived on, it was already very late.
>Mostly due to my attempts at reading the signs in the dark.
>Though I must admit, the lights illuminating the cloudy walkway along the apartment complex helped significantly in identifying which building was hers.
>The building certainly didn't look very extravagant, granted I had no idea how to judge the visual appeal of clouds shaped into a building.
>No lights seemed to be on in any of the apartments either, I had guessed that she'd already gone to bed but figured I'd try anyway.
>I might add that I'm glad they decided to incorporate stairs, otherwise I would have had a very hard time making it up to the 3rd floor where her Apartment resided.
>Unit 308.
>I took a deep breath, raised my fist to knock and put it straight through the cloud door.
"Well fuck... How do you fix that?"

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>>30099289
>I looked around for a bit trying to figure out a way to let her know I was here.
>I already punched a hole through the door, I could walk through but that definitely didn't feel right at all.
>Then I saw it, and mentally scolded myself. There was a plainly solid doorbell right next to what passed for a doorknob here.
>Taking another deep breath I slowly reached to gingerly press the button.
>Thankfully I didn't put another hole in the wall, but damn was that doorbell loud, I thought it might wake up the whole building.
>Somebody had told me long ago to wait 10 seconds and leave if there was no reply when you knocked on somebodies door.
>I waited for an intentionally long 15 seconds to no avail, right when I went to turn around a light shining through the hole brought me back to the door.
>I could just faintly hear hoofsteps approaching the door.
>I did what I could to seem somewhat presentable and waited for the door to open.
>The door cracked a bit and more light shone through, I put on the best casual smile I could.
>"Hello?"
>It wasn't her. Rather a very old pegasus mare that shook slightly as she stood there looking at me.
"Spitfire?
>"No deary, she's down the hall in 303, this here's 308.
>I reached into my pocket and sure enough, it read 303.
>I just punched a hole into the door of an elderly mare.
"I'm so sorry ma'am, I thought I had the right unit. I uh... Accidentally put a hole in your door too."
>"Oh that's fine."
>She smiled and shook the door back and forth a bit and I watched the hole slowly close and return to how it was.
>"See? Good as new. Now go on, git. Go see your little marefriend."
"Yes ma'am, you have a goodnight."
>I awkwardly backed away before I jogged 5 doors down to the correct room.
>Checking to make sure there was a doorbell this time, I again found it in the same spot as the last one.
>I quickly pressed the button, gave myself a quick once over and took a deep breath.

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>>30099331
>Seven seemingly endless second later, the door opened to reveal a disheveled looking Spitfire.
>"Anon? You actually came?"
"Well yeah, you invited me over after all."
>She pondered for a second and opened the door a bit more.
>"You're awfully late, do you have any idea what time it is? I thought you'd have been here hours ago."
>Well this was certainly awkward. It was really late after all.
"Sorry, it was pretty hard to find the place. Did I wake you up?"
>She motioned for me to come inside and I obliged.
>As Spitfire shut the door behind me, I marveled at the interior. Sure, most everything was cloud based, but it all looked very clean and pleasant.
>Just enough light to see clearly while not reflecting off the white cloud layer harshly.
>Even the couch in the main room was a near perfect white while spartan in design.
>It certainly looked a lot more sturdy than the floor it was situated on.
"Really nice place you got here Spitfire."
>I turned to find her in the kitchen getting a glass of water.
>"Thanks, I like to keep things clean. Speaking of which, take your shoes off, you're tracking in dirt."
>I looked down and clearly saw a light trail of footprints begin to recede back in place with clear spots of dirt in them.
"Sorry about that."
>I was screwing up a lot tonight, I really hoped that wasn't a sign of how the night was going to go.
>"It's fine, just kick those puppies off already and come with me.

I'll continue when we get more in the thread.

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bamp

>>30099388
Looking forward to more. Hopefully it has aliens, laser-fights, and wicked-cool sex scenes with explosions and such.

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>>30099617
Roger. I'll keep that in mind.

>>30099631
Also just re-read the OP and seen that you want other writers. I've gotta go to work now, but I'll see if I can think of something to throw together for the thread when I get back.

>>30099637
Fuck yeah! Hopefully they keep this thread alive when I decide to rack out, Would be a shame to have to make another.

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>>30099388 Bumping with green

>I quickly kicked my shoes off and placed them by the door. Perhaps I could clean the mess somehow to apologize for being late?
>Then I remembered she wanted me to follow her.
>Where were we going?
>I watched as she retreated into a room at the end of the hall and quickly followed her in.
>It was a bedroom. Just as clean and simple, yet some how mesmerizing like the main room and the rest of her home.
>She certainly did like things to be clean.
>Just like the couch, the bed in the center of the room looked very solid. I wondered if all pegasi had enchanted their furniture for use on the clouds.
>That wasn't really important however as I saw Spitfire setting things on the nightstand that looked very familiar.
>Bottles of oil, a record player a few towels and for some reason... Candles were scattered all over the room on every hard surface she could find.
>When she was done, Spitfire turned back to me and gave a disapproving look.
"Something wrong?"
>She smirked and cocked an eyebrow knowingly.
>"You know, generally clothes are removed for this sort of thing."
>That's when it all clicked, she must want another massage, but why would I need to be naked.
>She didn't bother looking as I stripped down to nothing and folded my clothes in the corner.
>Instead she went around the room lighting the candles one by one and turned off the main light leaving the room in a nice amber glow.
>Did that make me a gigolo of sorts? Outcall massages?
>I don't know if I could afford to travel that much if it became popular.
>"Alright, lay down on the bed."
"What?"
>I visibly balked, this wasn't a massage was it? This was a booty call.
>"Well yeah, it'd be kinda awkward trying to return the favor while you're just standing there.
>Of course. She wanted to give me a massage. I can't imagine how flushed my face was.
>I'm a clueless idiot...

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>>30099125
Aw yis. I'm gonna be a massive faggot right from the start and tripfag, just in case Bluebirdd comes around again and recognizes the name.

I'm currently sketching out Spitfire just chilling in different positions, being a little awkward, wearing hoodies and stuff, i'll drawfag for Sig's story when i've gotten comfy with Spitty since i haven't drawn in 5 months. Pic related, more stuff when i'm home.

>>30099750
Ayyyyy lmao

I look forward to seeing what you make, friend. The only decent Spitfire I drew is somewhere floating on the internet in a somewhat lewd thread.

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>>30099766
link it

>>30099773
http://cowboy-appledash.deviantart.com/art/Happy-Birthday-Spitfire-365821530

I'm going to go hide my shame now, but also realized I have more on there than I thought.

>>30099791
Also, you gonna make a pastebin? I didn't catch up on the story yesterday because muh sleep, also got a few friends who'd wanna read it from the start

>>30099803
Yup, got it right here. https://pastebin.com/u/Sig_45

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Bumping with my Wonderbolts pin on my pilot jacket

>>30099975
That's pretty neat. Where'd you get it and for how much?

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>>30100158
Got it here, it's 5 bucks:
http://www.ebay.com/itm/My-Little-Pony-Inspired-G4-Lead-Pony-Wonderbolts-Badge-Pin-/222284515804?hash=item33c13089dc:g:cAcAAOSwmLlYBKnt

>>30100201
Sweeeeeeet, thanks dude.

I like this. Hopefully it doesn't just become another bump-general.

>>30100333
I see your trips. If there were more people in the wee hours of the morning, I'd post the rest of the greentext I have and keep working on it. But it's pretty slow so I figured I'd save it until later. But We've got 1 more potential writefag and one confirmed drawfag, so I'm content and hoping for some of that good shit to come out of this.

I also need help filling my Spitfire folder... Having like 6 computers over the past seven years hasn't helped much.

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>>30100347
I don't have many pictures myself, but I'll dump what I have.

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>>30100355
You're doing Gods work, son.

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>>30100362
Well thank you, good sir!

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>>30100391

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>>30100396
I never quite understood this image but that doesn't stop me from liking it.

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>>30100409
Now for some gif's.

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>>30100412
>I sure do love those massages that Anon gives!

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>>30100417
And that's all the good images I have. I hope they're sufficient to restore your image collection.

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>>30100422
They certainly have, thank you kind sir.

Unrelated note, tea tree shampoo with peppermint is fuckin' dope. Get that fresh, clean "why is it winter on top of my head?" feeling. Though the beard shampoo doesn't smell quite as nice.

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Just got home, time to draw!

>>30100432
Just read up on the green.

Sig, for the love of everything, please, please keep writing on this story. I gotta admit, I'm kinda in awe that this is your first green, you seem like a natural at this.

Headed to Kansas City for a while. Keep the thread alive. I'll be lurking by phone occasionally.

I'll empty my folder tomorrow when I get onto my computer. I have probably around 200 images.

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>>30100538
Will do!

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>>30100660
Sorry about being slow as fuck right now, i'm still getting in the groove after my tablet gathered dust.
Plus, i'm gonna experiment with some hairstyles! Here's a quick sketch of a mane-down style, i love this style so damn much on her.

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>>30100560
>200 images
god damn, maybe i can even get some new stuff in my folder, too

>>30100998
I dig it. I dig it very much. You're doing great, dude.

>>30100998
Thank you, holy drawfag. I will pray to you tonight

>>30100998
Dayum that's nice. By all means, take your time artfag. I feel like I know your style, but can't quite place it.

Also, repostin' Sig's thing from the bitchthread, in case anyone missed it.

I can't find it anymore but I'm sure that the internet has to do so much better for you to be sure you are a better person and a good for you getting the job of a new one and a great game and and a great game

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>I still don't like this place.
>But that's fine, I've found ways of keeping myself entertained, even mannaged to land myself a job.
>A masseuse.
>I never thought I'd get paid to rub on people all day, much ponies.
>I just needed to learn the finer points of dealing with pegasi and I was set.
>So I've got this sweet gig in Canterlot, ponies from all over come just to experience 'Those Hands'.
>Ponies from every walk of life have come to me just to see what all the fuss was about.
>I know the Wonderbolts enjoy it, save for their Captain, she hasn't come in yet.
>Soarin definitely comes in the most, he gives the biggest tips too.
>Though the way he looks at me before and after is odd.
>I've got some suspicions about him.
>I'll get somebody new maybe once a week or so who's 'heard so much about me'.
>I can usually expect them back in two or three months.
>With the regular touring season over, the Wonderbolts have mostly gone back to training and that's when I get the majority of them.
>Today was especially nice.
>Misty Fly came in about an hour and a half before I closed for the night.
>She had said something about working for them oficially.
>That wouldn't be too bad.
>Guaranteed position, decent wage, though it would reduce the number of newcomers I get to meet.
>When I finished, I was showing Misty out when I noticed another pony in the waiting room.
>"Hey Cap, finally came in to experience the magic?"
>I guess this was the esteemed Captain of the Wonderbolts.
>"Tell anypony and you'll be doing laps all day tomorrow. Got it?"
>She certainly didn't sound happy about the situation, perhaps this was a bet she lost?
>Misty Fly snickered and made for the door, leaving the two of us behind.
>"So what'll it be Miss Spitfire? Deep tissue? Swedish? Nuru?"
>"Just give me 30 minutes, whatever it takes to relieve sore muscles."
>She didn't bother looking at me, just got up and walked into the room and laid on the table belly down.

>>30101596
Sorry wrong thing nice thread

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>tfw spitfire strafes reggin ponies on the ground

I'm sorry for phone posting

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>>30101599
>I went into the room with her and dimmed the lights a bit.
>It always helps to relax clients a bit.
>I noticed she hadn't taken off the jacket she'd been wearing.
>"You know, generally clothes are removed for this sort of thing."
>She didn't bother giving a reply, opting to simply throw the jacket off toward the far wall.
>Not in a good mood it seems.
>Hopefully some conversation could change that.
>"So. Spitfire huh? I've heard a lot about you."
>"Yup."
>I grabbed the massage oil I bought oil and squeezed a bit on my hands to make sure it was still warm.
>Content with the temperature, I trailed a good amount down her back watching as she visibly tensed.
>"It's fine, just oil for the massage, helps the coat too."
>Again she didn't respond, instead trying her level best to relax.
>"First time?"
>I noticed her give a small nod, made sense, first timers are always nervous.
>"It's ok, first time is always bit awkward."
>I placed my hands just above her tail and felt her twitch from the pressure.
>"You're carrying a lot of stress around, you know that? You've got knots for days down here."
>This got a different response though, this time she let out a sigh that almost sounded upset.
>"I know that sound, what's bugging you?"

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>>30101637
>She sighed again while I began to knead the uscles at the small of her back.
>"I never do this kind of thing. I don't likes ponies touching me..."
>"Well I guess it's good that I'm not a pony, isn't it?"
>I could almost feel her eyes rolling at the response.
>"I'm well aware of that fact. I just don't like anything touching me, how about that?"
>I couldn't help but chuckle a bit, was she always this worked up?
>I could feel the knots slowly fading away, so I began to work farther up toward her wings.
>It always amazed me how the pegasi had such soft fur yet underneath was pure lean muscle.
>Not like the unicorns, they always had a little layer of fat.
>Perhaps from the lack of physical effort they put in anything.
>Spitfire's physique was remarkable compared to the others though.
>It almost felt like I was trying to mold rocks into clay.
>I almost hadn't noticed just how quiet it had gotten.
>I don't know why, but I had completely forgotten to turn on the music.
>I retracted my hands and wiped them on the towl hanging from my waistband.
>"Give me a second, I forgot to turn the music on."
>I turned around and put the needle on the record I kept in the room and turned it on.
>Making sure the volume was just a little above barely audible before I went back to work.
>As soon as I started again, the music started, filling the room with light melodic flutes.

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>>30101641
>The music certainly seemed to help her demeanor.
>So I tried some conversation again.
>"What is it that's actually bugging you? It certainly can't be just the thought of being touched."
>Again, Spitfire sighed, albeit a bit more content than before.
>"Being the Captain has its perks, don't get me wrong. But the stress that comes with the title is insane."
>I could certainly understand, being in charge of a group puts you on the spot.
>"I can't go one single day without yelling at one of the newbies or smoking one of the flyers on the main team."
>I didn't know what smoking was, but I didn't say, opting to listen."
>"Soarin acts like he's the best on the team, but I'm sorry, being the best doesn't mean anything if it affects the entire team!"
>She was definitely opening up now, venting her frustration more than anything.
>"I need all my flyers to cooperate and maintain cohesion, I don't care if Soarin is out Colt Cuddling, but he doesn't need to brag about his 'stamina' to the rest of us."
>Well... That certainly confirmed my suspicions.
>I snickered a bit and she paused in her rant. "What's so funny?"
>"That explains why he tips me so well."
>She didn't say anything right away, probably surprised she had divulged that information to a stranger.
>I had just finished massaging the area below her wings and moved to start working on them.
>She had no idea the surprise she was in for.
>I got more of the oil and made sure to spread a good amount just around the base of her wings.
>It was always best to do this with pegasi due to the sensitivity of the area.
>I set the bottle back in its place and softly began to work the oil up onto the base and put underneath her wings.
>The way she seemed to completely relax was pretty amusing.
>Every pegasus I had practically loved me when I worked on their wings, and she was no exception.
>Though not every single one of them moaned quite like she did at first... That was a pleasant surprise.

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>>30101648

>"Well well well, seems like a certain somepony enjoyed that."
>I didn't hear what exactly she said as she was grumbling into the table.
>But I had a feeling it was something along the lines of 'Just shut up.'
>"Soarin likes stallions and you like wing play. Everybody has their thing, it's totally fine."
>I admit, the way I was smiling I looked like a complete idiot, so I'm glad she couldn't see me.
>"I even know what Misty Fly likes..."
>She didn't say it, but she was dying to know now with how her ears perked up and her wings stiffened a bit more.
>I ran my hands back out from under hear wings and slowly kneaded my way up to her neck and began massaging her withers and the bottom of her neck.
>I slowly moved up to her ear and whispered.
>"Misty fly..."
>Her ear twitched again.
>"Likes."
>I heard a sharp intake of breath and grinned.
>"Hot oil and being tied up."
>*FWAP*
>Her wings sprang quickly to attention at the mention of Misty's kink.
>"I figured that might get your attention."
>The way she whimpered was pretty cute, I gotta say.
>The way this pony transformed from hardass to putty in my hands was wonderful.
>"I guess you also get off on fantasizing about a couple of your teammates judging by your reaction. Am I right?"
>She didn't respong right away, but every pony was predictable, in this situation, a silence was usually a yes.
>An extremely embarrassed yes.
>Probably the best part of my job.
>"By the way, if you're wondering, my name's Anon. Be sure to tell your friends about me."

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>>30101657

>"By the way, if you want me to keep working on your wings, you might want to let them relax a bit."
>I maintained my work on her neck as her wings began relaxing.
>The music hadn't hanged much, but I knew the next song fairly well.
>An acoustic string bit with singing in some language I didn't speak.
>Vaguely reminded me of scenes from fantasy movies back in my old life.
>She seemed to enjoy it as well as her wings practically fell off splaying themselves across the table.
>The ultimate state of relaxation for pegasi.
>As soon as their wings go limp, they're defenseless.
>Tracing back to where I had been previously, I noticed every knot and tense muscle from the top of her neck, to her wings and down to her tail were all practically gone.
>This was usually the halfway point, and even though she asked for half an hour, it had already been 25 minutes since we started.
>But I didn't mind working late like this.
>Once more I began to work on the base of her wings and underneath on the most sensitive parts.
>All the while, Spitfire softly moaned and whimpered in a state of bliss.
>Using the palm of my hand and my fingers, I rubbed all along the wrist of her left wing taking care not to apply too much pressure and damage the bone.
>After I was satisfied with the left, I performed the same action with the right.
>If I didn't know better, I would've thought she was dead with the lack of reaction.
>Once I finished with that wing, I had to break the bad news to her.
>"Okay Spitfire, you might not like this..."

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>>30101681
>A series of mumbling indicated a response, but I didn't hear it very well.
>So I simply assumed she had heard me.
"I'm going to need you to roll over on your back."
>She groaned with obvious displeasure. She REALLY liked me working on her wings.
>It was almost childish the way she sat up, looked at me and laid back down.
>I reached to the cupboard just below the counter I kept the oils and record player on and pulled out a fresh cool pillow.
>"Lift your head up real quick."
>She obeyed and I slid it under to give her some support so I could continue properly.
>I rubbed my thumbs lightly behind her ears to make relax her again.
>It worked almost instantly as she let out a sigh and sank into the pillow.
>Content with this, I grabbed the oil once more and trailed a bit up from her chest and onto her neck.
>Just as I had done before, I kneaded and worked my way into the muscles of her neck, chest and shoulders.
>I made zig-zag motions with my palms across her chest to really dig into the deep tissues.
>She had definitely done quite a bit of running with how much compact muscle was contained here and in her shoulders.
>I had figured there'd be much less with the ability to fly and all.
>But that didn't matter, I had a job to do and I was going to do it.
>She was actually smiling now, compared to when she first walked in.
>I definitely preferred this side of her.
>It hadn't really registered before, but now that I got a good look, she was obviously very pretty.
>Up until now, I really hadn't seen any of the ponies in a matter of how attractive they could be.
>She smelled really nice too, and I know it wasn't the oils I was using.
>The oil didn't smell of cinnamon with a hint of ozone and petrichor.
>Truth be told, it was absolutely delightful, I didn't even notice that I had stopped working until she piped up.
"Uh, Anon? You alright?
>Any confidence I had earlier quickly dissipated.
"Oh yeah, sorry. You... You smell really nice. I got a little distracted."

>>30101627
Totally and completely unrelated to horse, but i just remembered i made a video on starting the Spitfire a little while ago if you wondered what the plane she's based on is like- https://youtu.be/dn01e_tchm8?t=40s

It's tough to get her ramped up, and taking off in it is rough as all hell, but once you're in the air... boy is she a beauty to fly.

Alright, back to drawing!

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>>30101694
>"HA! Who's the embarassed one now?"
"Yeah, yeah. It's not my fault you smell nice."
>She smirked knowing she had won that tiny battle.
>She wasn't about to win this war, however, I still had some tricks up my sleeve.
>After I finished with her chest and forelegs I moved to her side, opting to save the hooves for last.
>That was another signature part of my services.
>I coated my hands with another good amount of oil and took to massaging her flanks.
>Just like the rest of her body, they were nearly stone hard.
>Nothing I couldn't handle though.
>It still confused me how the cutie mark of a pony could be just a tad more sensitive than the rest of their flank.
>Just another area to focus a little bit more on.
>As I kneaded the sinuous fibers beneath her coat, I heard a slight giggle.
"What?"
>She craned her neck up to look at me.
>"You're the first pon-thing? Oh whatever. You're the first one that's touched my flank without hesitation.
>I had completely forgotten that some ponies considered their cutie marks to be a bit more intimate than the rest of their body.
"Ah, well I've never really had any trouble with it. Just kinda came naturally. Also, the word you were looking for is person, but it's ok, most ponies don't know that."
>She let her head sink back into the pillow and I continued.
>I made my way around and began rubbing the inner portion of her leg, making sure not to go too low and risk a lawsuit.
>Though there was some newfound temptation to do so.
>I suppose she felt the same as her leg twitched a little in response.
>50 minutes had passed, definitely over her half hour request, but I wasn't going to charge extra.
>It was my fault after all since I was taking my time.
>I was certainly enjoying this a lot more than usual.
>After I finished with that leg, I again repeated the steps on her other leg and eliciting the same response once I got to the inside.
>The music ended around the time I finished on her leg.
>I was almost done anyway.

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>>30101707
>There was only one thing left for me to do, and it was probably the easiest part.
>I took my spot near the top of the table once more, making sure my hands were dry.
>Taking her front hooves in my hand, I began tracing patterns with my thumbs along the bottom.
>Just like most pony quirks, I didn't understand why it worked so well, but it did.
>She was still laying there smiling blissfully.
>She really needed this, she might be the first who ended up like this after nearly an hour.
>Heck, even Soarin never was quite this happy.
>I had finished with her front hooves and was nearly done with her rears when a thought occurred to me.
'She might become a regular now.'
>That thought alone was almost enough to keep me grinning until I finished and knew I had to let her know the session was over.
"Well Spitfire, looks like we're done here."
>She let out a groan, clearly upset with the news.
>"Really?"
"Yeah, there's not much more I can do without likely breaking some laws and you asked for thirty minutes and ended up with an hour."
>She sat up once more and yawned.
>"Well that sucks, I'm gonna need to come here a LOT more now."
>I helped her off the table and led her back to the desk where I could process her bill.
"I'm not going to charge you for the extra thirty minutes, consider it on the house."
>She probably wouldn't have cared either way, but it was my selfish reasons that caused it.
>"Well in that case, how about this. You come over to my place tomorrow night and we can work something out. Sound good?"
>She slid a small bag of bits onto the counter and reached for a pen and paper that had been left on the desk.
>She scribbled something on it then tucked it underneath the bag and trotted out the door without giving me a chance to reply.
>I picked up the bag and looked at the note she had written. Turns out it was just her address.
>At that point I only had one question.
"How the hell am I gonna get to Cloudsdale?

Leading in to >>30099289

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Shit, made a mistake in that last one, let's try that again.
Currently trying out some hoodie work! Thinking of putting something on her chest. Any suggestions?

>>30101489
>>30101509
Thanks! <3 n-no homo

>>30101593
Hmm, only places i've ever done any art for would be some game studios. Probably just coincidence, but thanks anyways!

>>30101712
just letting you know I'm reading and I appreciate the green

>>30101802
i have a very strong urge to hug that spitfire
keep doing your thing drawfag

>>30101627
Reggin is nigger backwards

>>30101918
Thanks. It isn't mine, but Sig. I'm just reposting it because (despite the great green) that thread was a shithole and I'd not be surprised if no one looked into it before it died.

>>30101802
Sorry to be posting over you as well like that, drawfag. You're doing good work.
>Game studios
I'm not familiar with either of those projects you mentioned, so I guess I was imagining it.

>>30101802
i would give you suggestions if i knew anything about art at all. all i can say is that 'it looks good'

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Art bump! #1 Pony edition.

>>30102367
Naw that's alright anon, i was just asking for anything to put on her chest though. Luckily i thought of something cheesy.

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We all know spitfire is hot stuff, but what about the rest of her team?

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This is a good thread. Expect some green in the near future.

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>>30102842
Only Spitfire can pull off her 'whiplashed yet still styled' manestyle. it just looks out of place on fleetfoot and whatever pone is in your pic

>>30102843
you better deliver faggot

>>30102876
I posted the birb. There's no going back.

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Bump

>>30103059
that pic is blasphemy
delet

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>>30102876
I think it only works with two-tone manes. So you get Spitfire, whose mane and tale actually look flame-like, and Misty Fly or Fleetfloot who look kind of rain and cloud like respectively, and they look decent. But then one-tone manes, like Blaze and Surprise, it just doesn't work because it looks super-flat.

>>30102842
Soarin a QT, though. Seriously, look at that happy little poner.

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>>30103143
surprise would be better if they let her have her curly mane like she was meant to

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>Page 9
NEIN

Omw home now. Expect green by 930cst

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Sexy Spitfire bump

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>>30099723
>I did as she instructed and laid down on the bed, grabbing a towel in the process and wrapping it around my waist to cover my nethers.
>"Embarrassed?"
>The way she said it, I knew she was amused by my bashfulness.
"It's pretty common back where I'm from."
>That is unless you went to one of THOSE massage parlors, but those weren't very numerous.
>I felt the bed sink a bit as she hopped up on it with me.
>Just like I had done, she grabbed a bottle of the massage oil and began squeezing some out onto my back.
>Holy hell that shit was cold, I don't think she remembered that part of my work.
>I tried not to react to much, but the way I jumped was pretty damn obvious.
>"You alright, Anon?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. That stuff's just cold."
>"Oh..."
>I think she was trying to improvise this whole thing.
>A thought ran through my mind that I might need to see a chiropractor tomorrow but I dismissed it.
>How much harm could she do?
>*SNAP* *POP* *CRACK*
>A lot more than a thought, she was certainly a little more heavy than she seemed.
>"Um... Was that supposed to happen?"
>She sounded a little afraid."
>It felt pretty good.
"No, you're fine. Keep going."
>Not a pro, but hey, not every day you get to massage what's basically an alien.
>She continued, though noticeably softer than before.
>She seemed to mimic my movements from last night as best she could.

>>30104905
>For a first time masseuse, she wasn't half bad.
>A bit overzealous at times and others unsure of her movements.
>But overall, I'd give her a B, extra points for effort.
>After about ten minutes she seemed to get properly situated and I could feel the confidence in her technique.
>Though it still needed some fine tuning, I was content being her testing platform.
>"So, I never knew you... People right? Yeah, I never knew you people had Cutie Marks too, but why do you have so many and on your arms?"
>What? People don't have cutie marks...
>Then I remembered, tattoos, they were all over my arms but always covered when I was working or out in public.
"We call those tattoos. It's basically a drawing made with needles and inks that a lot of people get."
>"Oh. Well that's interesting. I thought maybe you had Cutie Pox or something.
>I had no clue what that was, but I had a pretty good guess.
>She quieted down and resumed her work, she was down to my lower back now and I just knew this was going to be fun.
>I felt it right as soon as she got to the sacral bones. That little bit of pressure on an old injury.
>It didn't hurt much, but I definitely felt the discomfort and hoped she would leave the area soon.
>Thankfully she didn't spend much time down there as she decided to work back up to my shoulders.
>Then I felt it, hot breath next to my ear as she whispered.
>"Some ponies like hot oil and being tied up and some like wingplay, but what do you like?"

>>30103059
I really want to punch the person who made this because it's clear they know jack and shit about the military.

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>>30104980
>Oh, she was playing this game. Trying to get revenge for last time.
"I dunno. Guess you'll just have to find out."
>I smirked to myself knowing she couldn't see.
>There's no way she can win this game. I've been playing it too long.
>Then I felt the towel being removed, exposing my bare rear to the room.
>Well that's definitely not it, sister. Try again.
>She didn't try anything unusual though, she simply massaged the muscle to the best of her ability.
>She continued her work down my leg, shifting as she moved along until she was on the other side and began to work her way back up.
>A small part of me was thankful she hadn't touched my feet. Being ticklish when somebody is in a dominant position doesn't always end well.
>Then I felt it, a hard smack on my rear. I wasn't expecting to get spanked at all tonight.
>"You're not gonna like this, but you gotta turn over now."
> 'Hell of a way to tell me,' I thought as I obliged. Making sure to cover myself when I got situated.
>She scooted up behind my head and grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed.
>"Lift your head up."
>Did she take notes or something last night?
>I laughed to myself and did as she asked. If she kept this up, she might just start working with me and give up being a Wonderbolt.
>Not likely.
>I closed eyes and let my head sink back into the pillow, it was a lot smaller than the ones I had for some reason.
>I must say, being the recipient here was pretty nice.
>I began to relax and let her continue when I noticed something odd. The was a soft warmth near the top of my head and I could feel very soft fur on my ears.
>And a distinct aroma of cinnamon and something pleasant that I couldn't quite put my finger on.
>I opened my eyes to find Spitfire practically straddling my head, likely due to her shorter forelegs.
>It felt pretty nice though, so I didn't say anything and let her continue.

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>>30105113
>Either Spitfire was a very quick learner, or just made a lucky guess.
>Regardless, her technique had gone from amateur to nearly flawless.
>I could feel her working out knots in my chest I never knew I had.
>She also used just the right amount of oil, though it was still cold.
>I could forgive her though, she managed to warm it up far before it began to bother me.
>Suffice to say, I was in heaven.
>This is probably how she felt last night as I worked on her wings.
>Or maybe it was something else that made it all feel perfect?
>It certainly wasn't the music or the candles, those were pretty standard.
>She certainly smelled amazing, but that only did so much.
>Ideas bounced inside of my head ranging from the totally unlikely to the fairly feasible.
>None of them seemed quite right either.
>I think it was when she left her previous spot that it dawned on me.
>Everything about tonight seemed extremely intimate.
>Her coy teasing.
>The way she seemed to pay extra attention to what she was doing instead of talking.
>Everything was lining up to point to one conclusion.
>She had an ulterior motive... But what?

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>>30099750
and recognize it i have

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>>30105203
>Like I had done with her, she completely skipped my midsection and oiled up for another round, this time on my legs.
>Everything seemed to be going great, she was concentrating on the task and not being too invasive.
>Until she ripped the towel off and threw it across the room exposing me without a second thought.
>My initial reaction was to jump up and cover myself, but I remembered, she was still trying to figure out what I liked.
>So I tried everything in my power to ignore to ignore the way her breath just barely touched my skin.
>She was massaging the outside of my legs at the moment, so that gave me plenty of time to prepare for what I knew was about to come.
>My mind left, no longer was I in that state of near ecstasy, now I was somewhere where I knew she couldn't get a reaction out of me no matter what she did.
>I didn't stay there long however, she was going to cheat, I knew it!
>A pony like her didn't go down without a fight.
>However that may be fought.
>It was time to strategize, figure out a way to counter any move she made.
>I felt her hooves move up to the top of my thigh.
>I'd Think about cars. HA! Gotcha.
>But they didn't stop, they began to move along toward the inside.
>Plan B. Think about puppies. No way that could be overpowered.
>She wasn't stopping, her hooves were moving slowly up my leg now.
>What was Plan C?
>I needed to think. Concentrate, what was it?
>If you can't remember Plan C, then she's won, you're finished.
>Shit, what the hell was it?

Continue as lewd or notlewd? The choice is yours, thread. I will give it until 11pm CST for you to cast your votes (all 3 of them)

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>>30105290
lewd all day erry day

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>>30105290
Do you really think it's even worth positing the question?

lewd

>>30105349
Fuckin unf

>>30105373
Some folks just don't like it. So I figured, majority vote.

>>30105388
Honestly, roll with what feels "right" to you. There's a marked increase in my work quality when I'm actually in to what I'm writing - lewd or not - so don't force something in or cut it out that you might otherwise prefer.

In a landslide victory, the people have spoken. Going 2-0 in one round, the winner was lewd.

I shall now get to work.

>>30105545
You're doing good stuff here. Not a spitfirefag, but was pleasantly surprised to see some well done green here. Keep it up!

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>>30105290
>Then I felt it, her hot breath running up my thigh and onto my exposed member.
>I ran out of time.
>She knew it.
>She had found one of the things that gets me going.
>She stopped massaging completely, opting instead to softly blow on my member.
>I brought my head up to look at her, sure it felt wonderful, but that little part of me was mad that she had one.
>Nothing I could say or do would convince her otherwise as every breath made it twitch and grow just a little bit harder.
>"Some people like just a tiny little bit of attention."
>Spitfire was well aware of her victory.
>Her devious grin said it all.
>I didn't quite know what was in store for me, I just knew that it was going to be the experience of a lifetime.
>"Well anon, what do you think? Pretty good huh?"
"You're evil, I just hope you know that."
>Spitfire was definitely enjoying this.
>I had been reduced to her personal plaything in a manner of seconds.
>Then she stood up and leapt off the bed and opened the drawer to her dresser.
>"Close your eyes, Anon."
>I couldn't fight it any longer. My little buddy was standing at attention and refused to calm down.
>I closed my eyes, then a few seconds later I felt her grab my hands and bind them to the bedposts.
>It was going to be one of THOSE nights.

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>>30105612
>She had actually restrained me.
>Did she think I was going to fight back?
>I know I wouldn't have, but the thought amused me.
>She wasn't done yet though, not by a longshot.
>I felt her tug at my foot as she proceeded to bind it to the foot of the bed.
>She repeated the process again with my oposite foot leaving me spread eagle in her room.
>"Don't open your eyes yet Anon. I'll tell you when you can."
>Then I heard her leave the room.
>Where was she going?
>I had sat there for a good five minutes before I heard her come back into the room.
>"You didn't peak did you?"
"No ma'am."
>"Good. You can open your eyes now."
>When they opened, I was stunned. Spitfire obviously had a different side that likely very few ponies knew about.
>Then again, I heard she enjoys yelling at the recruits.
>The room was still lit by candlelight, but that didn't change anything.
>There she was, clad in what I could only call a leather corset, long black lacy stockings and a spiked collar around her neck.
>I had no other way to describe but hot. Very, very hot.
>"Now you're going to do exactly as I say, is that clear?"
>She accentuated her point by brandishing a small whip from behind her.
"Yes ma'am."
>*SNAP*
>"You will call me Mistress until I say otherwise."
>She was clearly in control now, cause that little thing stung.
>But I would get my revenge.
>*SNAP*
>"Do you understand?"
"Yes mistress. I understand."

>>30105693
>"Tell me what else you like, Anon."
>Was she serious?
>Did she just want to tie me up and torture me until I confessed all my kinks to her?
>It seems giving her an incredulous look wasn't quite the response she was looking for.
>*CRACK*
>She snapped the whip over my chest and looked at me again.
>"I told you to tell me what you like, Anon."
>She really wasn't kidding around with this stuff.
"I like..."
>Shit, what did I like? I hadn't really thought of it before now. Listing kinks wasn't exactly a hobby of mine.
"I uh- I like cuddling?"
>"You like cuddling what?"
>What did she mean by that?
>That was a pretty straightforward answer.
>I thought for a second too long.
>Spitfire reared back once again and snapped the whip over my thigh.
>*CRACK*
>That was definitely leaving a mark.
>She had already hit me 4 times in less than a minute.
>Yet a little part of me was actually starting to like it.
>It only stung for a little bit, then it just felt really hot.
"I like cuddling, mistress!"
>"That's much better."
>She set the whip down and crawled onto the bed next to me and started tracing patterns on my chest with her hoof.
>"Do you think you deserve a reward for behaving yourself?"
>A trick question. It had to be.
>If I answer no, she might go back to the whip.
>But if I answer yes, she might use a different method.
>I had made up my mind.

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Right, got this one finished up and fixed the background - i can finally get to draw something from Sig's fantastic story! I'd wish i could take requests, but right now i'll focus on drawfagging for the writefags.

>>30105816
Doing god's work here, Sig. God's work.

>>30102891
Aw yis, another writefag! Can't wait to see what you punch out!

>>30105816
"Yes mistress. I deserve a reward."
>It was the wrong answer. We both knew it, no matter what I had said I would've been wrong.
>She smirked and hopped off the bed then walked over to the nightstand.
>Just then, something occured to me that we hadn't necessarily discussed beforehand.
>Did we have a safeword?
>I was pretty sure we needed a safeword.
>"I don't think you deserve a reward."
>She grabbed one of the candles from the nightstand and brought it up next to my face.
>"This is what you deserve."
>Spitfire then tipped the candle and started dripping extremely hot wax wherever she thought I might be most sensitive.
>She even hit the nipples.
>Spitfire the sadist.
>"So do you still think you deserve a reward?"
"No mistress, I do not deserve a reward."
>It was the answer she wanted.
>I simply watched as she practically skipped out of the room, humming along the way.
>What was she doing this time?
>It didn't take her long to return with a bowl of ice cubes balanced on her hoof.
>Without a care, she deftly leaped back onto the mattress with the bowl.
>What was she was going to do with those?
>She then dug into the bowl and pulled out an ice cube with her teeth and began to run it along the spots she had hit with the whip.
>After she had gone through a couple of those leaving the once hot spots near frigid, she did the same with the now solidified wax making sure to remove what she could beforehand.
>The ice certainly felt nice. Maybe my admitting that I didn't deserve a reward was how I actually got it in some twisted way.
>Spitfire finished cooling me off then took the tray back to where she found it.
>This time, she didn't have anything new. Just herself.
>"By the way Anon, since this was your first time, I decided to be nice. But now you're going to have to pay me back for my kindness."
>I guess that's why we didn't set up a safeword. She wasn't going to do that much to begin with.
>For a while there, I thought she was about to go full femdom on me.

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>>30105936
Now all it needs is color! Though the black and white still looks totally awesome. Great job dude.

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>Night, with beauty and elegance, came in waves of purple and gray hues that draped themselves over the once prideful rays of gold and red that drooled from the sun across the mountainous landscape.

>Autumn days that once held beauty with fading greens, lavish reds, and plush yellows slowly fell silent of bird’s song and its earthen canvas, and settled instead for wisps of brisk white that lay upon threadbare trees that seemed to shiver and look in envy upon the evergreen which had so selfishly kept themselves prideful.

>There was peace in the night, aside from the few hushed whispers of northern winds, the land remained silent, still. And as the adults and young tended to one another, ushered one another inside, where firelight danced like gypsies, painting wide and weary-eyed alike in a ember glow, a sign of comfort, adoration.

>Spitfire let out a small huff, breath rising in the air in gentle wisps before disappearing, mixing with the dimly lit night that surrounded her, eye fixating for a moment, before falling back to wear she sat, a small patch of hardened earth lay beneath her, delicately decorated in scattered patches of crystalline frost.

>She watched, in the company of herself, as slowly but surely the light from each home began to dim, leaving behind the slowly pulsating glow of hushed fireplaces that, by morning, would surely be cold.

>Most nights had been like this, sleep deprived, wandering nights that carried little memory or meaning into the next day. But rather acted as small distractions, moments of peace that seemed to pass far too quickly, and never come frequently enough.

>>30105969
Oh shit. Feels inbound, I already know it.

The fuck Scribble? Being all poetic and shit.

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>>30105992

>>30105999
Keep going. I want to see where this is headed you brilliant fucker.

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>>30105964
Hey thanks man, I'm terrible at coloring and I take ages to do it as well, so unless some other dude here wants to color it, I'm probably just gonna leave my sketches as... Well, sketches.

>>30106033
Like I said, it still looks awesome as a black and white. Don't worry yourself none, your shit is on point.

>>30099723
>>"You know, generally clothes are removed for this sort of thing."
>>That's when it all clicked, she must want another massage, but why would I need to be naked.
>>She didn't bother looking as I stripped down to nothing and folded my clothes in the corner.
wat

why did this suddenly go from 0 to 100 and why is he okay with being naked in front of what amounts to a stranger

>>30106059
Because I didn't bother thinking that in depth. I don't plan, I just run with whatever comes to mind.

>>30106085
But I don't have any horse porn...

>>30106097
im sure you can find some. western civilization hangs in the balance.

>>30106085
>>30106114
shhh

>>30105969

>Her eyes shifted to the side, heavy, weighted down by two days of broken sleep and rigorous training that never complemented one another. Even against her perfect coat, her expression was worn, noticeable from the slight sway in her step, which left slightly uneven tracks as she began walking closer to the little village, a stray yawn causing her breath to stream behind her, painting her, for the moment, more as a dragon than a pegasus.

>She shivered slightly, pulling at the zipper that already rested just under her chin, the chilled metal causing her teeth to ache ever so slightly as she stumbled slightly, flaring her wings to stop herself from falling face first into the snow.

>Each individual feather was perfectly preened, aligned and neat as though they, themselves stood with pride for the pegasus they were attached to.

>Her wings were one of the few things she paid attention to during these unusual times, after all, appearances mattered, right?

>Right…

>They did, didn’t they?

>...

>Spitfire’s head jerked up, her trailing thoughts interrupted as the familiar crunch of snow was replaced with the pattern slabs of concrete that lay, untouched from the snow, yet just as frigid.

>And so familiar comes to familiar comfort, trudging on through land and air with hopes of walking away from past memories, eyes coming to foreign lands and ears to seemingly foreign tongues, yet somehow, the same steps are always taken once more.

>She stood before a smaller building, tucked away in a nearby alley, decorated, modestly, with a small wooden plaque with a faded raven sat upon a willow. The words “Blackwood Tavern” scrawled underneath.

>>30106167
Scribble, what's your pastebin so we can have the link ready for the next thread?

https://pastebin.com/u/Sig_45

>>30106196


https://pastebin.com/u/scribs

>>30105953
I'm not sure if I like the whole bdsm thing, but obviously that's down to you. I really hope we'll get to see a more emotional and deep side of Spitfire though. Good job on improving your writing though, >>30105113 was really comfy to read!

>>30099125
Join this discord and post some mlp porn or just mlp pics in general

https://discordapp.com/channels/286826505215016960/286826505215016960

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>>30105693
>suddenly 'yes mistress' and 'no mistress'
Dropped.

>>30106248
Hasn't said anything else. Shall be continued tomorrow.

>>30106241
but why?

>>30106231
It just kinda happened

>>30106224
thanks senpai

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>>30106267
D R O P P E D

>>30106273
Dropped what? I don't know what that means.

If that's your way of saying you don't like it, then thank you. I'm still trying to improve my greentexting. So was it the domination factor and 'obedience' bit that turned you away or just the use of those words?

>>30106273
>>30106248
>waiting in thread just for a reply
Just go if you don't like it, damn. Or better, write up something yourself instead of moaning about it.

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>>30106289
No no, it's fine. I'm genuinely curious to know. Any and all criticism helps to improve ones ability.

>>30105969
Oof, might want to lay off the adjectives a bit there, buddy, that whole opener was purple prose down to a T.

Descriptive text is necessary, but it's possible to over-do it.

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>>30106289
>casually checking threads with new posts shown
>WOW QUIT WAITING FAGGOT LMAO STOP MOANING

>>30106364
I completely agree, just a stylistic choice.

>>30106167

>Warmth lingered in two forms within the small, time-stained tavern. In the liquor drunk air, which danced against the body, lapping the shivering frames of the few patrons who braved the cold to down the other form of warmth that sat like a golden brown saint in timid crystal.

>Spitfire nudged her glass slightly, the strong smell of wood and flora reaching her nose with each inhale, feeling with each quiet sigh, muted by the slight creaks and shifts of the building’s own shivering against the winter air, the quiet coughs that came from the corner of those who shared similar trails in the snow, and the faint, steading ticking of a nearby clock.

>She watched as her reflection swayed beneath her, drink shifting from side to side, crawling upwards as if to escape, yet always falling back neatly it its place.

>Normally an outing like this would have drawn attention, others flocking and pushing to see a Wonderbolt, cheering at what little service they were aware of and begging for item after item to be signed as if names held up anything as time came and gone.

>Spitfire took another, long, slow drink, welcoming the steady burn of that trailed down her throat before settling in her stomach, warmth bleeding just underneath her skin.

>But here it was different.

>Such a small village; so far out of the way, where no one knew who you were, and pleasantries preventing them from asking further. It was comforting for the time being.

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I know it isn't much, but that's where I'm stopping for now. Having a hard time just looking at my screen.

Cheers.

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My wall needed something. So I did a shitty Spits on one of my blackboards out of boredom.

>>30106507
Thanks for the work, Scribs!

>>30106267
No worries man, everyone's got different imaginations on Spitfire just like any other horse. If it's how you see her, it's probably how you should write her.

>captcha: HAMMERWOOD
looks like captcha got a hard-on for this story, too

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>>30105222
Oh good god, my old shit. This was from the last Spitfire thread when Bluebirdd was around, i think. Really wish he'd come back to continue his amazing story.

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> aim for their leader anon, the yellow one!

>>30106299
Well, I'm a different anon, but here's my thoughts. The story was going really well until the whole last bit. Personally I really don't like bdsm, but my feelings aside it seemed very shoehorned in. The entire early part of the story worked so well because it had good packing and was subtle. The whole massage bit worked great, as it allowed physical contact and tension buildup without just going BAM THEN SEX. All to often, writefags go three sentences before slibbery dingle enters vagoo. It's terrible pacing, and we don't care about the characters because they don't care about each other. It works if someone's desperate for smut, but it's not good. You avoided this masterfully! There was an initial hostile relationship, buildup of acceptance and personal tension, and I had hope it would evolve into emotional connection and satisfaction with one another. However, the story kinda jumped the rails. After all this slow buildup, Spitfire just goes "gotcha, you're my toy now" and anon replies "ye Mkstress". The reason you story was so good in the first place is because of the slow sensual buildup of tension, combined with the increasing personal connection they shared. the sudden swerve to hostile relationship and sex slave just really, really, went against everything you story had going for it. Look: these characters barely know each other. Spitfire enters, and overcome he initial hostility. Both feel attracted to each other. Spitfire tentatively hand over he number an asks if they could learn a bit more about each other. Anon spends 1/4 of his saving to make it over for a romantic evening with her. Spitfire is relieved, as she through the he might have stood her up. Spitfire begin to try and express her care through her massaging anon. And then, Spitfire demands info on anon's fetish, strips him naked, tie him down, beginning beating him, and 'muh mistress. Which of these is not like the other?

>>30106299
>>30107165
So I think you have something,or at least you had something. Again, I'll be upfront and say I don't like bdsm anayways, so you can say I'm biased if you want. Still, to me it just felt like that last update went against what had been making your story so good in the first place. A slow buildup with unstated desire, eventually ending in declare passion and love just got run off the road by mistress and her ball gag. If you really have to but bdsm in the story, that's your choice, and maybe other will still appreciate it. But do it in a better way that doesn't betray th rest of the story. Just my two cents. You have talent, and wheat he you keep going or try rewriting that last update, the beginning was well done e and I think you could do well in the future. Hope that my analysis is worth something, or at least it was better than yelling 'dropped'. Whatever you chose, good luck, and thanks for writing something. Also, can you just let me know if this critique was any use, I'd feel bad if I was just ripping on you without making constructive, usable criticism.

>>30106267
Sorry bro, but unlike the many other anons here, I am not a subfag.

>>30106299
>>30107165
>>30107224
Sorry about all the misspellings, my keyboard's busted and I had to use a touchscreen. I'm not actually that autistic. If there's a misplaced 'he', it should probably read as 'the', if anything els semi off it's probably an erroneous in typing. Sorry.

>>30107226
>>30107224
>>30107165
Thanks dude. I strongly appreciate it. Truth be told, I did feel like I was kinda rushing things along during that entire 'sequel' of sorts. I dunno, I guess I just wanted to get it down and posted before I completely forgot. Still not sure what possessed me to make it jump up into fuckin' bdsm like that, it just kinda happened.

>>30107255
I'm half tempted to kinda scrap it in a way and 'redo' it without the extremely rushed and hardly logical fetishist stuff.

>>30107261
>>30107255
It can still be salvaged, writefriend. Like you said, anon would get his revenge. Have him break those cuffs or something and take the lead, fight spitfire for dominance and win, and have her endure his non-consensual cuddles.

>>30107281
You know... That might just be theway to fix this incoming trainwreck.

>>30107261
Well, maybe you should just redo the idea and plan it out as a longer story. If you like writing and want to improve, why not write a more lengthy and planned-out storyline where you fix the things you didn't like in the first place?

Whenever i do a drawing but i'm not liking how it's turning out very much, i'll restart and refine it and make sure to dig deeper into details. It turns out better 100% of the time, and i always end up super happy i redid it - that's how something shitty like >>30100998 turned into >>30105936 even if it's only slightly less shitty but you get the idea.

>>30107292
I had only really planned this out to be a 'one shot' never continuing after the initial massage. I'll do what I can to rehash everything today, gotta go up to KC again.

>>30107302
That's cool man. Don't stress yourself out!

>>30107305
Ehhh, I just don't like shoddy work. I knew it wasn't right, but I kept going. Starting to see where I could have turned it around, but hindsight and shit. Again, I'm gonna be rehashing this all day today, if the thread dies, don't worry. I've set up the prompt for the new one.

>>30107255
>>30107261
You've still got great stuff to work with. I'd say it might be best to start over from around the point that it began going downhill with the bdsm bit; it just doesn't really go well with the rest of the story. It's your story, but for what it's worth, Chopping those last few updates would probably be best. It's you story, so you can take it in a different direction if you want. But the way I see it, Spitfire's deep goal isn't that she want to learn someone's fetish. It's not that she wants some empty sex toy or fling. It's that she wants s him. anyway, good luck! I'll be happy to see whatever you put out, an don't feel like you need to rush. There's no nee to sacrifice quality just to get something out. Again, thanks for writing, and hope that something here was useful for you!

>>30107313
No worries - i'll make sure my shitty drawings keep it alive and well for ya', if this exam or gin doesn't kill me first anyway.

>>30099125
>What kind of music do you think Spitfire likes? What reasons do you have for this?
I'm gonna agree with the dad rock style. Spits has a very fine balance going in the show, between being a leader and manager of the academy and wonderbolts themselves, and being a there to understand and help her friends when they need her, as seen in Newbie Dash (S06E07) after Dash's crash at the show. Those kinds of people almost always got some ACDC and classic rock hits from the 70s and 80s laying around on their phones from my experience.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4gDch1p4c_M

>>30107313
You can always go back and change stuff.
>>30107281
>>30107287
Though you should probably sort out if this is a romance or a dominance struggle sort of thing. Are they falling for each other, or was this suppose to be rapey? It's your choice, but at least let people know if it's going to turn into them brutalizing each other.

>>30107345
You've been great dude. Thank you. I was gonna start after he knocked on the door, but we'll see what happens.

>>30107368
Man, the part with Spitfire massaging anon was really damn comfy, no need to change that imo.
Also, i feel like i should just repeat this after the criticism: You're still doing ridiculousl well for a first green. I suppose we're giving you this advice to work with because you seem like a natural at this for the most part.

I'm gonna be a little too busy to draw today because college exams, but i think i'll draw a sleeping Spitfire next.

>>30107368
Honestly, starting from the knock sounds best; I just don't want to be an entitled brat demanding rewrites. It's all up to you, like you said, we'll see what happens, and as >>30107387 said, you're doing really well.
Also, do you have a pastebin? If you don't have one already, think about it. I'm sure there's plenty of anons who would like to see any other stuff you write.
Also, nice taste in guns. I'm still buying into the 1911 meme, but sigs are nice.

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>>30107851 see >>30099807

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>>30107851
My sig is a 1911. :D

I've got a few hours to figure out where I want to start the rewrite. But the knock sounds pretty good. I can drastically change how everything playes out that way.

>>30108238
.45 is a meme cartridge and 1911's are worthless fudd guns that suck, their price only maintained through artificial demand/supply manipulation. Fight me.

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>>30108646
thedankestmeme.cartridge

I like my 1911, say what you might. Though I am looking at the 9mm P320...

Picrelated because Vortex Spitfire Optic. I love my gat pieces.

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Goodnight bump, imma hit the hay and get some drawing done tomorrow. Dream of many Spitfires, anons!

Where the hell do you live that you rack out at 6pm?

>>30109258
He probably lives in the UK or Europe. Most of the world isn't American, you know.

>>30109263
Wanna bet?

>>30109271
America has a population of less than 300 million people. There are over 8 billion people on the Earth. Majority isn't American, and majority rules. Plus the centre of all time zones is in the UK, one of the few good countries on this planet.

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>>30109263
Well here in America, we're American and do things by American standards. The American way.

'Merica

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>>30109277
Who won both wars?

>>30109282
That's fine but if you're going to browse a website whose userbase is predominantly European, you're expected to blend in and realise there are a lot of different time zones in the world.

>>30109289
mericafuckyeah.mp3

>>30109289
Es ist nur für Spaß Alter.

>>30109258
A tiny island in Denmark

>>30109277
I'm pretty sure America consists of 3 trillion people desu

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>>30109336
You need more America in your life/country. Got any oil?

>>30109344
No but Greenland does :^)

>>30109348
We must liberate them. They're practically Canada.

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>>30109351
Alright man, I'm off for tonight. You gonna revamp the story thing tonight? I could really use some comf reading before bed.

Also if you've got any requests for drawings, spit em out, although I can't promise I can do it.

>>30109375
Draw your OC.

>>30109375
Have a good'n dude. I'm working on the rewrite right now. I plan on topcomfy with no lewd.

I can't really think of anything at the moment, but I'll let you know if an idea comes up.

>>30103143
That face on Soarin' just screams "Oh god, I can't wait to go to bed. Just thinking about it."

"Yeah see, that's a Spitfire."
>She squints and leans closer to your phone.
>You watch her almost lose her balance, but keep quiet about it.
>It's her first time, gotta cut her some slack.
>"And what the hay is that?"
"It's a plane. Things we'd fly in and crap all the time."
>"Huh, looks too big to fly."
"Which is exactly what I thought when I saw dragons, but look how that turned out?"
>You pass the makeshift bong over and light it for her.
>Her muzzle misses the top a few times, looking like she's pecking at it or something.
>You take the bowl out a little later than you wanted to, leaving her with a pretty big hit.
>You watch with a worried look as she pulls her head up.
>...And doesn't cough once.
>She blows the huge cloud of smoke in your face.
>When it blows past, she's got a big, confident smile on her face.
>"Pretty good, eh? I surprised myself."
>You roll your eyes and take the nigger-rig in your hands.
>She looks around the room, then sheds her hoodie off.
>"Mare it's hot in here."
"You're hot in here."
>While her eyes widen, you try and focus on showing her up.
>A blush forms on her face, and her pupils dilate a bit.
>-Which causes you to choke and cough up your attempt at showing off.
"O-oh, oh man, you should've seen your face! Like a little filly seeing a candy store for the first time. You were like this."
>You give the most retarded amazed expression you can.
>She huffs.
>"Well this little filly can kick your flank right here right now, so shut it!"
"Yeah, you're also a girl though! It's like beating a defenseless old man- I can't fight back."
>"Then race me!"
"If I had wings or a disposable income, I already would have."
>You stare off for a second.
"Man, Spitfire versus a Spitfire. That'd be fun."
>"Well bring it on then, how much you need?"
>You blink.
"Wait, what, really?"
>She quickly nods.
>"I'll pay anything to put you in your place. Gimme numbers."

>"And that's how planes were invented."

ive waited far too long for this thread to come back.

>>30099125
There is no way that she doesn't have Danger Zone as her wake up alarm

>>30109732
Glad to have you. We're going to try and keep this one constant.
>>30109766
kek

Captcha: crap long

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>>30109732
>>You pass the makeshift bong over and light it for her.

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>>30110032
yeh boi

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>>30099331 The new official rewrite, now with tripcode.

>She opened the door almost instantly.
>Was she been waiting by the door all night?
>"You're here! I thought you'd never show up. You're late though, what took you so long?"
>It was nice to see her again even though it had only been a day.
>Had she already affected me that much?
"Sorry about that, I had a pretty hard time finding the place."
>She motioned me inside and closed the door behind me as I entered.
>It was beautiful to say the least.
>Sure, she was very minimalist with her decor, but that didn't matter. Her choice in furnishing was very good.
>Everything blended and contrasted perfectly with the cloud walls with various shades of white and light blues.
"Nice place, Spitfire."
>"Thanks, I try to keep it clean and tidy. Speaking of which, take those things off. You're tracking in dirt."
>I looked down and sure enough, there were my footprints in stark contrast to the pure white surface.
>How did you clean a cloud floor anyhow?
>This world had a lot of explaining to do.
>I kicked my shoes off and looked up to find Spitfire in the kitchen putting on a pair of oven mitts."
>"Go take a seat over there."
>Spitfire motined with a mitted hoof to the dining room table as she spoke.
>I obliged and sat on one of the noticeably small chairs.
>Of course they wouldn't really have anything my size, hell I was surprised it could even hold my weight.
>The yellow mare had entered the dining room with a baking pan balanced on one hoof and set it gently on the dining room table.
>After that, she set her oven mitt down and took a spot at the opposite side of the table.
>"I tried to keep it warm, but the oven only goes so low and I didn't want to risk burning it."

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>>30110509
>I looked into the pan and took a whiff.
>Kinda hard to tell exactly what it was.
>"I know that look, don't worry. It's just a casserole. Nothing special really, as I'm sure you know, I don't exactly have the time to make big extravegant dinners."
>It certainly smelled fine, kind of hard to figure out what all was in it. At least cheese and pasta seemed to be the primary ingredients.
"It smells pretty good. But you didn't have to make me dinner or anything like that.
>Spitfire gave a dismissive motion with her hoof.
>"No it's fine, I wanted to. To say thanks for being generous last night. Which, by the way, was amazing."
>She smiled.
>Damn she had a pretty smile.
>Well, I suppose if I was going to develop feelings for a pony, it may as well be her.
"Thanks, I do what I can, mostly since it's kinda my job."
>I grabbed a nearby serving spoon and took a bit from the pan and set it on one of the plates she had previously arranged on the table.
>She was watching me with anticipation, I knew it.
>Probably hadn't made dinner for somebody all that often.
>And failed a few times too.
>That must be why she had mentioned not wanting to burn it.
>She was still watching me like a hawk as I grabbed a fork and stabbed at the casserole on my plate.
"Aren't you going to get some?"
>The beautiful yellow pegasus sheepishly grabbed the pan and shoveled serving onto her plate.

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>>30110627
>The anticipation was probably killing her as I took a bite.
>Saying it was absolutely amazing would be an insult to her apparent skill.
>After I had swallowed I simply stared at the plate in awe.
>She looked almost afraid to hear what I was about to say.
"Spitfire, this is absolutely delicious!"
>I couldn't help myself after that.
>As soon as she breathed a sigh of relief, I was digging in and savoring every morsel.
>Damn it was good, what all did she put in this?
>I'd probably need to start paying her to come cook for me, because I couldn't do that to save my life.
>"You really like it, Anon?"
>Did I like it?
>This was the best food I'd had in years! And I didn't even know what it was.
>Finally managing to stop the constant intake of food, I swallowed and looked her dead in the eye.
"How much do I gotta pay you to become my personal cook?"
>That caught her out of left field.
>"Wha? Are you serious?"
"As a heart attack, sister. This is the best damn stuff I've ever had!"
>I'm fairly certain she was paralyzed by confusion when she stopped and stared at me with an eyebrow cocked.
>Her expression then turned deadpan.
>"No way."
"Yes way. How much?"
>She then leaned back in her chair in thought.
>"How often?"
>Was every day too much?
>Probably.

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https://pastebin.com/8rqZLf6U
planning on continuing this story soon

if you recognize it, realize that i'm pretty much reworking the whole story. taking the time to re-read it, i realized quickly how terrible and borderline cringy it is. since ive last written for it, i feel ive at least somewhat improved as a writer, and can probably steer it in a better direction

but should you want the scrapped stuff, here it is, and do not blame me if you catch eye cancer from reading it.
https://pastebin.com/0acRMiQs

sorry for the interruption sig, you're doing god's work

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>>30110700
>I leaned forward and pointed my fork at Spitfire.
"How often can you?"
>She took a few minutes to think.
>She did have a pretty busy schedule after all, what with training new recruits, practicing with the team and managing most everything the team did.
>Then there was the touring season where they traveled.
>If we worked out a compromise, that would be hard times ahead for sure.
>"Well, I'm a busy mare as you already know. I could possibly drop by once a week or so, say 50 pits per meal? Or I cou-"
>I didn't let her finish.
"Deal."
>"I'm not done negotiating, mister. Don't you wanna hear the alternative?"
>Could she really make a better deal than that? She must think so.
>"Or, I could swing by every day when we're not touring."
>This was sounding expensive already.
>"But for every meal I cook,"
>She must be driving a really hard bargain.
>"I'd charge you,"
>100 bits? 150?
>"One massage."
>I was dumbfounded.
"That's it? One massage for one meal?"
>"If you have the ingredients available, yeah. But if you don't, it'll cost extra."
>How much extra?
>She was going for the knockout. I knew it.
>"If I have to go buy them myself, then you have to set me up with a nice hot bath afterward, with the works. I'm talking candles, bubbles, everything."
"You got it. Shake on it?"
>Here was a pony that looked more victorious.
>She looked like she had gotten the entire world to surrender to her own tiny Army.

>>30110792
No dude, it's all good. Can't wait to see what you've got. I totally feel you though, I read one sentence of what I posted last night and damn near hung myself, THAT was bad.

captcha: ROAD KING sorry HD, I prefer a Springer Softail or Crossbones.

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>>30110832
>We didn't say much after that, I figured she was mulling the consequences of showing up every day to cook just to get a massage.
>Or she wanted me to shut up and enjoy it before it got cold, either way, I was content.
>When we had both finished, Spitfire quietly got up and collected the plates, then shooed m away into the living room while she cleaned up.
>I would've helped out, but with her independence it likely would have irked her a bit.
>So I spent my time walking around, looking at pictures she had hung or had on display.
>I found one from her younger years where she had won a flying competition.
>She looked overjoyed in the picture, almost on the verge of tears, probably her first win.
>Then there was another where she was posing with a much much older stallion in what looked like a bomber jacket.
>Probably a former Wonderbolt and rolemodel for her growing up.
>He certainly had that 'crusty veteran' look going on.
>There were plenty of pictures serving as mementos to her past.
>Even a fairly weathered looking medal under a picture of the stallion from earlier.
>Had it been a gift?
>Or something she had inherited from him?
>I'd probably find out someday.
>"That's my grandpa, Corsair if you're wondering."
>Spitfire has finishing cleaning pretty quickly and caught me gazing at the photo.
>She sauntered into the room and stood next to me, he was a Wonderbolt too, back in the day. I wanted to be just like him when I grew up, and he promised to give me that medal if I ever made Captain."
>The medal certainly gained a whole new level of respect in my eye.
>"But he passed before I made rank, I got that along with some of his old Wonderbolts stuff through his will."
>Spitfire then took the picture to get a better look at it.
>"I wish he could have been there when to pin my rank. But I'm sure wherever he is, he's been looking down at me proud as can be."
>It broke my heart to hear her say that, but to see her succeed like she did was likely all he wanted.

>>30111086
Shit, replied to the wrong comment.

Correct one. >>30110818

>>30110832
Thanks for continuing. It's bretty comfy, mistress :^)

>>30111126
I'm will to stab you, in the neck, with a knife.

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>>30111086
"I know he's proud of you, Spitfire. Though he probably doesn't like all the stress you're under."
>She simply smiled and motioned for me to follow as she walked away.
>We reached what looked to be her bedroom, and just like the living room, everything was simple in a way that conveyed brilliance.
>She had reached into the closet and pulled out the old bomber jacket from the picture.
>"This was his back in the day. They used to wear these insteadof the suits we wear today."
>That was certainly something. If she were to put it on the market today, it could fetch her a fortune I had no doubt.
>"I've been thinking of doing a throwback tour of sorts where we wear some of the old uniforms and perform our shows. I think it'd be a good way for us to pay homage to them, the older Wonderbolts. Even try to bring out some of the few that are left and give them one last shot in the spotlight before they go."
>That would certainly be something.
"Spitfire, I can only imagine how honored they would be if you did that."
>She smiled and placed the jacket back in the closet.
>"Yeah, I'd have to clear it through HQ first, I have a feeling they wouldn't exactly jump at the chance since they'd need to shell out the bits to make the uniforms again."
>I could certainly understand that, if the brass in the Wonderbolts were anything like the ones back home, they'd probably laugh her out of the building.
"I think you should go for it. After all, there's not much time left to do that kind of thing."
>"It's mostly a matter of finance to be honest, they don't like to spend money if they don't have to."
>And she hung her head like a deflated balloon.
>Doing what she could for the veterans seemed to be very near and dear to her.
>Then I got an idea.
>Sponsors, get some businesses with some extra bits to sponsor the events in exchange for free advertising.
"Maybe you don't need to go to them for the money after all."
>Spitfire looked at me and cocked her head.
>"What do you mean, Anon?"

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>>30110792
Where in the fuck do y'all get my old drawings from holy shit

Also good morning!

>>30111254
lol i dunno where they get them, but is good shit dudemus. Also, good morning.

>>30111167
"Not if you can get the events to be sponsored."
>The idea had probably never crossed her mind, but now that it was there she had a new light of hope and determination in her eyes.
>Those brilliant orange orbs shining like flames in the night.
>"Anon, you're a genius! Why didn't I think of that?!"
>And then she was airborne.
>If I could measure G forces, I'm sure I would've hit some pretty high numbers as she hit me with a flying hug knocking me off my feet and through the wall behind me.
>Which thankfully was another empty bedroom and not someponies dwelling.
>With how easily I went through the wall, I was almost sure I would do the same with the floor.
>So I did everything I could to maintain my balnce as I was power hugged by an overly excited pegasus.
>She finally managed to settle down and realized what she had done.
>She scowled at the wall but shrugged it off.
>Though she still hadn't let me go.
>Then she looked back to me and beamed.
>"So, what do you wanna do?"
"I dunno, what is there to do around here?"
>Spitfire started rattling off a long list of things that could be done in Cloudsdale, seeming to forget I couldn't fly through her excitement.
"Those sound great and all, but I don't have wings, remember?"
>"Oh it'll be fine, I can totally carry you!"
"No you can't"
>Thus, a new look of determination was born.
>"How hard could it be?"
>Never had a pony been more wrong in my experience.
>Spitfire wrapped her forelegs aound my midsection and began to flap her wings in an attempt to pick me up.
>Then they started to move faster.
>And faster.
>Her speed and effort kept increasing until she nearly sounded like a helicopter.
>After about a minute of intense flapping, she gave up and collapsed on the floor panting heavily.
"Told ya."

>>30111275
I guess it's instinct to hate old art

I was thinking of making a rough sketch of Spits today in a simple standing position, then start a stream and just kinda hang out with myself while drawing. Most likely while drunk.

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>>30111430
Ayyyyy, I too like to get fuckin' Schwastey Face. I wouldn't be able to watch the stream though, my Ethiopian CInder BLock of an ISP (HughesNet) isn't nearly good enough to stream stuff.

Captcha: slow golf

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>>30110792
I'm reading your supposed 'eye cancer' at the moment. Kek'd because the show was 'just alright'.

Captcha: Avenue Akbars... Exploding streets now?

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>>30111540
Bouncing off my previous comment, are you fucking daft, man? This is absolutely hilarious. I'm laughing like a retard with a 24 pack of crayons at the part where he locks himself in the bathroom with a broken nose.

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>>30111446
YouTube's got a setting for less buffering for y'all at the expense of some more delay, so if you can watch normal videos, you can probably watch the steam of you want to

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>>30111774
Hmmmm... I dunno, I can sometimes get a video to load after a few minutes, but it's still low quality.

Guys, I made a Discord for general conversation so talking is easier.

https://discord.gg/mKpDw

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>>30111802
I'll definitely be in that and able to join the Stream (looking at you drawfag) when I move to KC on Sunday. Wouldn't be able to tonight though. I'll put the link in the prompt if you want me to for one this thread goes kaput.

>>30111807
Sure mate, you can put it in the next OP. Best of luck with your move.

>>30111815
Dude, I'm gonna have Google Fiber, I don't need luck.

Gonna try connecting to the server... Pretty sure you'll know EXACTLY who I am.

>>30110792
BLUEBIRDD YOU MONG, please, please continue your story, pleaaaase? I'll give free succ i mean drawings

>>30109286
VIETNAM
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>>30111802
>Expired
Real talk, though- Discords are the number one leading cause of death for all generals. I'd like to politely suggest that we shouldn't have a Discord.

>>30112195
https://discord.gg/acrVk

>>30112045
perfect hips for both breeding and cuddling

>>30111847
I write for my waifu, no succ necessary.

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>the thread isn't immediately dead
> it's even getting a bit of solid content

Everything is going better then expected

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>>30112424
pic related
spit confirmed literally perfect waifu

>>30112195
eh, depends, i'll always be dependent on this place to post crappy sketches and shitpost firehorse, and so are the writers to some degree i guess

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Thread nearly dead... no bueno

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To cum inside Spitfire or to cum outside Spitfire? That is the question.

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>>30113122
Yes

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>>30113122
why not both?

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Spitfire is not amused. How do you cheer her up?

>>30113246
Hugs. Lots of hugs

Summer On Fire made me a lifelong Spitfire fan. I still haven't read a fic that had that same quality or even subject matter. Shame. We need some stuff about Spitfire diddling Wonderbolt hopefuls and the new young recruits.

>>30113400
There's been a few good ones here and there, can't remember the titles exactly unfortunately.

Why is Firehorse so hot?

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>>30113425
It's in the name.

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found a nice picture of Spitfire's insides~

>>30113468
I'd fuck that

Green's looking really good so far Sig, really liking it and the re-write is taking a turn for the comfy, keep it up my dude
Blu really looking forward to reading through your re-written green and anything else you're making, I've read your stuff since your post in the Guard Mare thread so I can already tell that it'll be good

>>30113400
>We need some stuff about Spitfire diddling Wonderbolt hopefuls and the new young recruits.
nigga you can't just tease us like that and not leave a link

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Stream is live!
picarto.tv/DrawfagrCny

There's a bit of delay obviously but whatevs i guess, i'll be grabbing booze in an hour or two, shit'll get fun then i hope :^)

Also excuse the shitty sketch currently, it's just a quick sketch obviously.

>>30113830
Tried watching, it'd play for like half a second then buffer for a minute. :/

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>>30113971
Ah that sucks, tried watching the stream from my phone on LTE which worked. I'll post updates or something whenever it's done.

Will you be continuing your story tonight?

>>30114042
Yes, yes I will.

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>>30114053
Neat! I hope you're a fan of skirts, by the way.

>>30114186
You need to give her a ponytail now. You foll!

>>30113122
Inside first to claim. Then outside to mark.

Your mare only.

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Trips for "I will cum inside Spitfire."

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>>30114556
So close.

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>>30114556
You are a failure at life

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>>30111387
>Not having wings severely limits the things you can do in a floating city like Cloudsdale.
>I still wasn't sure I entirely trusted this 'cloud walking spell'.
>How long could such a thing last anyhow?
>I didn't want to wake up plummeting to my death, that's for sure.
>So we settled on something simple, that would keep me rooted in the event it all wore off.
>Sit on the couch, listen to some music and talk.
>Pretty simple really, and I wasn't really liking the idea of going anywhere else to begin with.
>"So what do you want to listen to?"
>I thought for a minute, but couldn't come up with anything.
>The only music I had heard here was what I had on the record at work.
"Well, what do you have?"
>Spitfire took a moment to think as well.
>"What kind of music did you like back home?"
"Just about anything really, except hip-hop and that sorta stuff."
>"Huh... Well that certainly narrows down the choices doesn't it?"
>Spitfire then grabbed a box of records from the cabinet and set them on the coffee table in front of us.
>"Go through that and see if there's anything you like.
>That seemed a fair compromise.
>I took the box in my lap and began thumbing through the individual albums while Spitfire looked over my shoulder.
>The first one in the stack had album art that strongly resembled something 'The Beatles' had done, some kind of road I couldn't remember.
>If they were anything alike, I knew it would be absolute trash, so I skipped it.
>Most of the records she had in the box actually resembled a lot of older music.
>Things that again, were very similar to older stuff back home.
>Copies of groups like 'The Ink Spots', 'Elvis', 'Lynyrd Skynyrd' even 'ZZ Top'.
>A bunch of fairly old stuff that just didn't seem to do the trick.
>At the very end of the stack, I had almost given up hope.
>Until I read what was written on the cover.
>'For Spitfire. XOXO'
>Her groaning behind me said it all, we would listen to this one.

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>>30114692
"Care to tell me the story behind this one?"
>I passed her the record and smirked.
>She pinned her ears and frowned.
>"Do I have to?"
"Yes."
>Spitfire rolled her eyes and removed the disk from its sleeve.
>"Ugh, fine. But don't say I didn't warn you."
>She set the record down on the player then set the needle.
>When she was done, she slouched down in the couch and crossed her forelegs.
>"It was a gift. From an old coltfriend."
>She chanced a glance at me then continued.
>"He had an odd taste of music, we had gone to a few concerts together, even though I didn't really fit in."
>The music began to play and it sounded very familiar from the start.
>"I only really went because he had paid for the tickets and I didn't want to be rude, there were quite a few good bands but nothing that I really liked that much. So he got a bunch of different songs he thought I liked and put them on this record."
>I could see where this was going, it was basically a mixtape.
>"Well he hadn't been entirely wrong in my taste, but we broke up after a couple more months together. Haven't listened to it since."
>I was thoroughly interested already, and I liked what I was hearing so far, so I sat back and enjoyed it.
>The first track was practically a mirror replica of 'Hearts Burst into Fire'
>Loved the shit out of that song. I didn't care much at all what it was about, mostly just the guitarwork and the beat is what got me.
>"I really do like this song though..."
>I turned my head and saw her rubbing her hooves nervously.
>"The words, they're pretty nice. That's what I like about it."
>Then I watched as she leaned back, head rocking to the beat and mouthing the words.
>Yeah, totally hasn't listened to it since then.

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>>30114816
>I was totally fine watching her get lost in the music.
>It was really nice to see Spitfire seem so into the song.
>I didn't say anything through the entire track, totally content watching and listening.
>After the song had finished, she firmly planted her hoof in her face and grimaced.
>"Here it comes."
>Instantly I knew the song.
>'Lips of an Angel'.
>Was everything here a mirror of what we had back home?
>Certainly seemed that way.
>She almost looked embarassed by the music and the situation.
>The stallion had certainly been a romantic in his own right.
>Albeit a bit of a cheesy one.
>Still, he had pinned down her taste fairly well from the looks of it.
>Although her collection of music was very different.
>The record had done a tremendous job of bringing back old memories.
>That went for the both of us.
>The song had ended and she took a deep breath.
>"Okay, this next one is really good, I have to admit. It just gets me pumped up!"
>Right when the music started, her head was bobbing.
>Again, another doppelganger, the third track was unmistakeably 'The Greatest Generation'.
>I could see the other reason she liked this song so much.
>Who the heck was this stallion she had been with anyway?
>It was almost like he had made this record for me as well.
>I'd like to find out what exactly the deal was there.
>Because this was a very odd coincidence.

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>>30114556
>one off
in case you were wondering, now is around the point you should consider being an hero

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>>30114692
>The Beatles
>Trash

>>30115054
nou

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>>30115039
>"Just about anything really, except hip-hop and that sorta stuff."
Be glad you didn't tune into the drawing stream

Speaking of which, here's the finished sketch from that! I'm not sure when or how i decided for her to be a cheerleader, but hey ho i guess.

>>30115127
I heard a little bit of it, like maybe 5 seconds worth.

I dig it though, but you didn't listen to me when I said to give her a ponytail.