Ponies Aroused by Anon's Physique 4

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>>30135032
>9 dead writefags
Just give it up, your thread is dead. Serves generals right.

>>30135032
>everybody is dead in previous thread
>make new one
>everybody is still dead
WELP

>>30135040
>>30135054
damn this must be a new record for shit posting, your kind is so amazing not only you can shit with your asshole but you can also shit with your hands and mouths, wow

>>30135040
>faggot waiting for a moment to say it

Wew lad you really went full retard this time.

>Riggy made within 10 minutes
>only one thread allowed to be made every 5 hours

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Got any love interests?

>>30135112
>tfw you will never fuck Maud with your rock hard dick on some bedrock while she stares straight ahead looking bored and not making a sound

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>>30135112
If I gain weight, will she still love me?

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>>30135162
>tfw a fat person enters the thread
>he will never make love to maud
you need to exercise.

>>30135181
Unf.

>>30135032
Writing from where the pastebin left off in about 10 minutes! See you soon.

https://pastebin.com/g3pEPwz2

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>>30136482
>10 minutes
Wow

>>30136482
>After a few minutes the symphony of the storm makes your eyelids feel heavy and your body loose.
>You don't put up a fight as the world around you seems to fade, leaving only the heavy sounds of the rain to comfort you.
>Everything falls away, and you feel perfectly content.
>...
>...
>Your hooves have become so shiny you can see your reflection in them.
>They smell pretty good, too. It's supposed to be some sort of coastal fragrance, you think.
>You wipe down the final plate before placing it in the drying rack to fully air out.
>You sigh and wipe your brow. Those dishes were driving you crazy.
>A small crack of lightning outside captures your attention as it lights up the sky above the trees.
>After a few seconds, distant thunder rolls overhead and lightly vibrates the windows.
>As the sound fades, you can hear the radio playing softly in the other room.
>You toss your towel onto the counter and carefully step down from your step-ladder.
>Fortunately there isn't any soap on the steps this time, so you won't be slipping.
>As your hooves hit the floor, you're careful not to make too much noise.
>In this small apartment you call home, it's hard to ensure that sound doesn't travel.
>You lightly walk to the doorway leading into the living room.
>The radio in the corner plays light, wispy music from another time while the lantern by the door flickers.
>Using lanterns at night saves on the electric bill, especially in the summer when you need to use fans and what not.
>Across from the lantern and radio is the old sofa that has been around as long as you have.
>A pair of hooves hang off the back armrest, twitching slightly.
>The room is filled with a delicate snoring as the hooves' owner catches up on sleep.
>You smile softly in the darkness, entirely expecting this outcome.
>The door to the hall closet creaks quietly as you open it.
>You fetch the blanket and pillow you stowed in there for this exact reason; being careful not to knock over the vacuum.

>>30136654
>You walk around the couch with the pillow in your mouth and the blanket over your back.
>The blanket drapes over you like a regal cape that drags behind.
>But you're not royalty, and the blanket is far from silk robes.
>You turn the corner of the couch and look at the light-grey mare resting upon it.
>Her mane is a very pale blue, and her coat is just a tint below white.
>When she leaves the apartment, bright and early, her mane is perfectly done and her coat is spotless. She wears a sharp uniform and doesn't have a spot on her.
>But now she lies on the couch in the soft light of the budget lantern.
>Her mane is in disarray, and she wears nothing but an old bath robe which she cuddles up into every night.
>And as she sleeps, she is far from graceful. Her mouth hangs open with a spot of drool dripping down, and her cheek is pressed so hard against the armrest that the fabric will leave an imprint.
>But even with all this, she still appears beautiful. Maybe you just have a bias towards your own mother, but you really believe that she is so effortless in her comeliness.
>You approach her cautiously, trying hard not to kick the empty cans of cider by the couch.
>With a gentle hoof you lift her head and slide the pillow underneath.
>She's so exhausted that she doesn't even stir.
>You toss the large blanket over her and carefully adjust it so that she is completely covered.
>It's an old blanket with more patches than original material, but it will do the job.
>You take your time and get it just right before stepping back.
>Your mother quietly continues to snooze, slowly making the blanket rise and fall with each breath.
>A smile silently grows on your face as you inspect your job well done.
>The clock in the kitchen says it is 10:32
>You should have gotten to bed by now. You have school tomorrow, after all.
>And you will get to bed, after you do one last thing.
>You walk up to your mother's face and gently kiss her on the nose.
"Goodnight, momma." you whisper

>>30136793
>As you finish saying those words one of your mother's eyes slowly opens.
>Her heavy eyelid only make a small gap between it and the large bags below, but you can still get a peek at her beautiful yellow eyes.
>"Hmm? What?" she says, lightly coming to a small amount of her senses.
>You smile at her, trying hard not to wake her up fully.
"Goodnight momma." you repeat tenderly.
>She slowly gives you an exhausted smile that warms your heart and makes you feel light.
>"Goodnight my little Mori" she says lovingly, her voice a little raspy from speaking all day.
>She slowly leans forward and gives you a long kiss on your forehead.
>You sigh blissfully as she pulls away again and snuggles into the pillow.
>She looks at you with immense gratitude; the same way you look at her.
>This little apartment on the outskirts of the city isn't much, and you can't afford many luxuries.
>You need to do housework while your classmates play, and you need to tuck your mother in when usually it is the other way around.
>But you know it's because she works so hard to give you the little bits of luxury you have, and you'll do anything to show her how thankful you are.
>You turn to leave before being beckoned once more.
>"Mori~" she says in a tired sing-song voice.
>You turn to look at her again.
>She pulls back the blanket and makes some room on the couch.
>"Come on up here with your momma." she says tenderly.
>You don't hesitate to hop up onto the sofa next to your mother as she drapes half of the blanket over you as well.
>She wraps her leg around you and holds you close before shutting her eyes and drifting to sleep.
>She feels warm, and you snuggle up to her for a good night's sleep.
>You sleep best when you're being held.
>You close your eyes to rest when the radio station changes.
>The song being played is unlike anything you've ever heard.
>It's slow and subtle, but you can't make out the words.
>And the more you focus on it, the more awake you feel.

>>30136919
I really want to read, but i didn't sleep 3 day ago, so i will come back next days.

Good night

>>30135032
I gizoogled some shit and found it funny, so here:
be Applejack
>Anon has been workin fo' ya crew fo' a while now
>those handz of his shizzle is phat fo' sortin' apples
>and climbin trees when we need ta make shizzle no lil ol bird nests git fucked wit before we start buckin
>And it ain't no rare occurizzle fo' his ass ta git a lil bangin' under tha collar when hustlin up in tha sun
>So its no surprise when tha pimpin' muthafucka takes his hoodie off again n' again n' again n' tucks it tha fuck into his belt right up in front of you
>And it ain't surprisin when his schmoooove ass catches you starin'
>...again
>"Helloooo~ AJ, you there?"
"huh, what, biatch? whatcha say?"
>"heheh, I holla'd, dis tree is phat ta bounce tha fuck out. Have at dat shit. Da sun must be gettin ta ya. You've been starin off tha fuck into space a shitload lately. "
>at least da ruffneck don't realize dat "space" is probably where da perved-out muthafucka standing
>topless
>exposed
>glistinin' musclez n' all. Shinin up in tha sun like a gangbangin' fresh fruit you can't wait ta bite into
>And hoooweee you would you like a piece of dat pie
"uhh, yeah. Gotcha ah'll just git ta buckin"
>Ya turn around, positionin' ya'self ta rattle dat timber
>Noticin Anonz gaze on you as da thug waits fo' you ta knock on wood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Yo ass start wiglin' yo' hindquartas a lil too seductively ta be preparin fo' a funky-ass buck
>At least not tha kind of buckin you commited ta right now
>"AJ, is you shizzle you aiiiight, biatch? Yo ass seem a lil woozy. Maybe you should take a funky-ass break."
"Oh quit freakin' tha fuck up none. I know exactly what tha fuck I be bustin" you say confidently
>Anon looks at you inquisitively "ok... whatever you say wack-ass pony"
>It seems he just ain't gettin it, which make you a lil peeved

>>30137140
different part
>Yo ass be awake. Not booted up yet but you definitely awake.
*giggle*
>Yo ass hear faint pimply airy laugh. And dat scares tha FUCK outta you, biatch.
>Refusin ta open yo' eyes yet, you can only assume itz a cold-ass lil clown. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. It has ta be biaaatch! And yo' basis on dat aint not a god damn thang ta due wit yo' irrationizzle fear of clowns.
>Nope not one bit has ta do wit that
>You've always had a gangbangin' fear of clowns n' one of yo' most shitty nightmare involves bein held down up in yo' bed by holla'd "face paint demons" as they drip black goop from they every last muthafuckin orifice n' drowns you up in they effluence
*Nooonnnyyyyy*
>A sing-cold lil' woo wop voice rings out. Yo crazy-ass ass rate accelerates
>Just keep yo' eyes closed n' don't move n' it can't peep you
>Everyone knows clowns is just like tha T-rex
....
>Yo ass wait all dem seconds. Nothang is happening. Yo crazy-ass plan must be working!
*Its time fo' yo' surpriiiiisssse~*
>Hold a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dick...you know dat voice
...
"PINKIE NO!"
>"GOOOOOOOOODDD MOOOOOORRNINNNNG NONNERSSS!!!"
>Yo crazy-ass eyes blast open just up in time ta peep Pinkie glidin down up in cannonbizzle form from yo' ceilin raftas headin straight fo' yo' junk

>>30137140
>>30137177
you really need to die

>>30137200
You really need to learn to accept people different from yourself. If you dont like black people maybe you should go back to /mlpol/

>>30137177
>Yo crazy-ass ass rate accelerates
this is the best thing ive ever read.

>>30137247
>If you dont like black people maybe you should go back to /mlpol/
maybe you need to hang from a tree you nigger loving race traitor.

>>30137140
>>30137177
It's a good thing I took that ebonics class, otherwise I might have missed a few jokes.

>>30136919
>Your eyes open, and you come to realize you're staring at the ceiling of a dusty storage room.
>You let out a deep breath. Sometimes dreams are less imaginary creations and more like revisiting memories.
>To be honest, you weren't expecting to be hit with so much nostalgia all at once. What a strange time to dream of all that.
>You sit up and listen to the rain fall outside.
>The bright gray light from before has become a dreary mess of darkness.
>It's still day time, but everything outside seems like it's shrouded in a blanket.
>The sound of the rain feels good, but something familiar enters your ears from the left.
>It's faint and somewhat distorted, but you swear you can hear the song from your dream.
>You look to your left to find a motionless Anon sitting against the, now filled, pots with his head hung low.
>His breathing is slow, and his arms are propped up on his knees.
>The light song seems to be coming from a little white bud hanging from one of his ears.
>The second bud is actually in his ear as he snoozes quietly in the warm afternoon.
>You could just leave him be for now, maybe find your way back to the barracks.
>But that song continues to captivate you.
>If it is coming out of that little thing, maybe you could listen to it too...
>And if you're careful, you could do it without waking him.
>You slide off the pile of topsoil sacks and lightly make your way over to the unconscious Anonymous.
>His hair conceals his eyes as he continues to delicately snooze.
>You move slowly and precisely, ensuring the only thing you touch is the tiny speaker itself.
>As you lift the bud to your ear, the song becomes perfectly clear. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IuQY6aVU7v0
>The song hits you immediately as the singer begins to describe nostalgic memories from an old friendship.
>It feels melancholy and sentimental. The narrator wishes all the best to his long lost friend as he reminiscences.
>You smile softly
>Mom would like this.

bump keep going Rig you're doing great.

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>>30136919
>she's a pure mommas girl
thats kinda cute

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Mobile Riggy here!

Sorry for not continuing the story, O'hana, I was swept away by a friend and I am currently at a graduation party.

I'll be posting tomorrow for sure! I just don't want to write tonight because I'm a little drunk and I don't want to ruin the story with spelling errors and poor grammar. Sorry everyone, we'll really get this thread going tomorrow!

>>30140472
No worries riggy, Enjoy yourself.

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>>30140472
what is it like to have friends

>>30140472
have a good night and thanks for the green

>>30140654
You should know, you've got us.

>>30140654
>>30141639
I love you guys.

>>30142161
>>30142161
Y-you too.

>>30143257

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>3 months later

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bump

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>>30146842
Busy day. Can't talk. Must run.

>"Anonymous!"
>"It's been a week since the last time you cuddled me!"
>"I demand your attention!"
"You frikking huggaddict! You'll have to wait 'till my body returns to normal!"
>"Whatever are you talking about Anon?!"
"TWO WEEKS. I had to survive TWO WEEKS on your milk alone, 'cause you wouldn't let go!"
>"B-but I thought you enjoyed it!"
"Yeah, the first day, maybe even the second one. Until my members went numb and I couldn't do anything but breathe. Mouth blocked, arms and legs plain dead, your backlegs cutting the blood circulation."
>You make your electric wheel chair turn straight at her.
"I lost 20 pounds in your embrace! 20 pounds of useful MUSCLE!"
>"I'm so sorry Anon, I..."
"GIVE ME MY STRENGTH BACK BITCH!"

>>30146860
>tfw Celestia didn't have the damn courtesy to let you plow her during that time to keep from atrophying
>tfw Celestia can't magic your gains back because then you wouldn't be natty anymore
Sometimes you have to wonder if Equestria is really as good as it sounds...

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>>30147104
Equestria Across The Multiverse.

>>30146860
Celestia milk would surely provide magical benefits.

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>>30146860
>>30147214
>your milk
>Celestia milk
explain please.

>>30147519
The green is Celestia, non-green is Anon. It's a technique made so that people don't have to put
>[character]: "words"
for each character in green

>>30137267
Damnit! Who let pol/ out?

>>30140654
Exhaustive. Expensive. Tiring. Stressful.

>>30137247
>you need to tolerate this torrent of written diarrhea because it's written by a black person
>never mind the readability, grammar, or spelling
>who cares about story or characterization?
>it's written in such a way I can praise it to receive Virtue Points(tm)!
faggot

>implying everything written in blackspeak is written by a black person
>implying intentionally low quality isn't own brand of comedy
>implying the first two posts of green from a containment board are going to be god damn masterpieces
>implying anyone on this site gives an iota of a fuck about being just racist enough to only compliment something emulating the style of another culture
You don't even get a (You) Anon, leave this nice thread and come back when you grow a better outlook on life.

>>30149272
>(you)s are upboats
>>>/fimfiction/

>>30149984

>>30149984

>>30137291
>You're not sure why your mind is suddenly so fixated on home today.
>It must have been talking about it with Anonymous that triggered it.
>If you're being candid with yourself, it has been a long time since you thought of that little apartment and the loving mare that lives in it.
>When mom pushed you out to find a life for yourself, you went off without so much as a goodbye.
>And you can't remember the last time you visited.
>The melancholy music combined with the dull weather leaves you in low spirits.
>Your lack of energy makes you sit silently next to the napping giant.
>The song finally fades away on a note as gloomy as the rest of the song.
>You stare at a small stain on the ground, left there by an unknown spill.
>But your eyes are unimportant now as you devote all your attention to your thoughts.
>It's the strangest little things that can spark a flurry of existential anxiety in your mind.
>The next song rolls around and fills your ears. It's soothing, jazzy tones relax your body, but don't distract you from your stream of thoughts. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xixTiB6tJTM
>Anon's question continues to cycle in your head.
>Why did you really become a guard?
>You say it's because you wanted something to give you purpose and straighten you out; to discipline you and make you a respectable soldier.
>And you're definitely a soldier, there's no denying that. You can out run, out lift, and out match any guard in the barracks.
>You're given orders that need to be carried out, and you complete them flawlessly. You're given a job to do, and you do it.
>So you have discipline, and you've been given purpose... you have everything you came here for.
>But in that moment of recollection and self-reflection between you and Anonymous, you've felt something different.
>Were those things important to you in the first place?
>Obviously they are noble goals; they are the sorts of objectives that a proud, successful pony would pursue.

RIGGY

>>30152154
>And yet you're not proud... far from it even.
>You look over at the golden helmet you wear each and every day.
>To get such a helmet, you had to work harder than you ever did before. You had to push yourself to the brink on multiple occasions, and you put more effort forth than any of your fellow guards.
>For a while, you thought that you were happy with being top of your class. You told ponies you were proud to serve, and that being a guard is the highest honor.
>But when you look into yourself, you know that just isn't true.
>When you invest a lot of time and effort into something, you can't help but push away any feelings of discontent surrounding it.
>The only thing more terrifying than failing at something is to succeed at something that doesn't fulfill you.
>At least, that's how you see it.
>You sigh softly.
>A weight tugs on your heart and makes your stomach ache.
>It's not a new feeling, you have felt it from time to time for years now.
>But you can never pinpoint what it stems from.
>You look over at Anonymous still quietly sleeping.
>Without thinking you give him a gentle shake.
"H-Hey... Anon." you say in a hush tone.
>Anonymous lifts his head slightly and looks around.
>With a little confusion he looks down at you sitting beside him.
>"Hmm? What's up, love?" he grunts, rubbing his eyes.
>At first you cannot answer his question. In fact, you're not really sure why you woke him in the first place.
>You've always kept distance between the two of you because of his attitude and bizarre approach to life.
>But there is a part of you that wants his conversation.
>And while you're still unsure of your actions, you begin to speak anyway.
"Are you proud of what you do?" you whisper.
>He lowers his head again, trying not to wake himself too much.
>"I guess so." he says quietly.
>You tilt your head.
"You guess so? Isn't it important to be proud of what you do?"
>He shrugs, keeping his head low and his eyes closed.

>>30152166
>"Eh. A job is just a job. I love what I do, but I can't say that it's very impressive or worthy of pride." he mumbles
>You lean your head back against the potted plant behind you.
"I don't get it." you say with a sigh, "You seem so happy all the time, but you're no slouch. It's not like you have a false sense of pride; you do good work."
>You shake your head, staring up at the rafters.
"So what makes you proud? How can you walk around like you've got it all figured out?"
>Anonymous doesn't respond immediately. He appears to be drifting back to sleep as the two of you chat.
>"I dunno... I guess I'm just proud of who I am these days..." he mumbles, "I can be proud about... being a good person... right?"
>His breathing slows again and he seems to fall limp once more.
>But your attention isn't on his current state of consciousness, it is on his words.
>Being proud of who you are.
>You start to construct a check list...
>You're a guard, you're top of your class, you're strong and fairly intelligent...
>Those don't sound right...
>Anonymous wouldn't define himself as a gardener, that is far from who he is.
>That's less WHO he is and more WHAT he is...
>So if a guard is what you are, who are you?
>You're Morning Star the earth pony.
>You grew up without a dad, so you learned to take care of yourself and how to be thankful and gracious...
>Even if lately you haven't been acting very gracious, admittedly.
>And you always did your chores diligently when you got home, and your homework right after...
>But now you struggle to find motivation to care about anything unless it gets you a rank...
>And you love your mom...
>Even if you haven't so much as sent a letter to her in over a year...
>...
>Something hits the inside of your leg.
>It's small, and wet. It doesn't make any sound.
>It carries with it every emotion that floods your system.
>You don't cry, it's just not how you process emotions generally.
>So while only one tear escaped, it may as well be a thousand.

>>30152175
>It fell because of a sudden realization.
>With all you have discussed today, a subtle thought grew into a startling epiphany.
>You lost who you were.
>You can easily remember that little filly who washed the dishes and did the laundry.
>She was never had nice things or outstanding recognition.
>But she had her family, and she knew what she was doing was a good thing.
>And even when she was all alone in the house, or her mother was a little drunk, she still felt okay.
>Because she understood why it was like that, and rose above it.
>The present you doesn't harbor such patience, nor such a strong empathy.
>You're sitting next to a giant that you have, for the longest time, hated from a distance.
>But all he has done today is be patient with your attitude and insults, being happy just to learn more about you.
>No wonder he has some pride in how he composes himself... he could put up with somepony as hostile as you...
>You wipe your eye.
>...
>You're not proud of who you are... you're just not.
>Your short temper and dry sarcasm has always been in the back of your mind; it's not like you never noticed how rude you were sometimes.
>You just didn't care. You thought your goals and aspirations were far more important than how you act day to day.
>But what's the point of being accomplished if you were a miserable pony the whole time you pursued accomplishment?
>Who wants to be an impressive jerk? How can you be proud of yourself if you're such a mean spirit?
>You look up at the muscular Anonymous sitting beside you, once again out cold.
"He's impressive" you whisper to yourself like an admission of guilt.
>You had to say it out loud to get it to feel right in your mind.
>Anonymous has proven to you that it is possible to be strong and still have a gentle soul.
>If he can do it... maybe you can too.
>It'll take some work, but everything does.
>You smile lightly at the sleeping giant.
>Maybe this mission wasn't such a bad thing after all.
>Maybe.

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>>30152157
Hey you!

>>30140507
>>30140703
Thanks for understanding everyone! For the third time it appears getting drunk has eluded me despite my best efforts. It was still a lot of fun!

>>30140654
>>30141639
>>30142161
>>30142660
This was super sweet and it really made me happy to see. I love you guys.

>>30146860
Started of sweet, got a little strange, then became funny. What a roller coaster!


I'll be writing more, don't you worry. I'm currently debating where to take the story next. I have about 3 different routes it could take, and I'm trying to figure out which one would be the best.

>>30152175
Anon: The idiot savant of personal philosophy

>>30152181
Now we've triggered the flag for the Morning Star route to begin.

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>>30152255
Alright, I think I know where this story is going for now. I'll get back to writing pronto!

Also, in case you're having a hard time visualizing what Morning Star looks like, I doodled her for ya.
It's a messy little drawing, but it does the job. When I have more time I might make an actual, inked, drawing.

Anyway, writing now.

>>30152181
>You are Luna
>To your dismay rain continues to fall against your window and the glass doors to your balcony.
>The rain itself isn't what depresses you, in fact you really enjoy a nice rainy day.
>The dark clouds make it feel somewhere between day and night, so you feel a bit more at home.
>And the rain makes ponies nap more often as well, and you can enjoy exploring warm, restful dreams.
>Dreams during naps are almost always relaxing, or fun. And since they are so short, you can explore a bunch at a time.
>However the rain brings with it one sad side effect: Anonymous has not been visible outside today, and he probably won't be.
>You sigh.
>After the wonderful conversation you had with him this morning you felt a great desire to watch him work today.
>You hover your mug of ginseng tea up to your muzzle and drink its contents.
>As the warm liquid rolls down your throat, you can feel any stress you had fall away.
>You place the mug down on the nightstand beside you, making sure the design faces you.
>The design reads, '#1 Pain in the Flank'
>It was a gift from Celly, and definitely your favorite mug.
>You look back down to the hefty plank of wood in front of you on your bed.
>On it lies your beloved 5000 piece puzzle of downtown Canterlot.
>At night, of course.
>You keep the puzzle on a this nice plank so you can construct it on your bed and move it away when it is time to sleep again.
>You're around 2,359 pieces in at the moment.
>Roughly. Who's counting?
>After staring at the open frame with large chunks missing, you finally realize where your current piece of interest goes.
>You hover it into spot and-
>No wait.
>Okay, so that doesn't go there.
>You put the piece off to the side.
>You look up at the clock on your wall.
>3:45pm
>You still have plenty of time before dinner.
>A blissful feeling of freedom warms you inside.
>Free time to do relaxing activities is such a lovely thing.
>Especially when it is raining out, so Celly won't nag you to go outside.

>>30154548
>You look back down at your puzzle and focus on finding a place for this peculiar little piece.
>It has many different colors on it, but the picture is so complex that finding the right space is still very difficult.
>You lightly tap it against the board with your magic as you search for its place.
>And yet, the more you search the less sure you seem to be.
>Sometimes you wonder if they manufacture these puzzles with extra pieces.
>You haven't made a puzzle with an extra piece yet, but this could very well be the first.
>You shake your head and squint your eyes.
>Your focus is interrupted by a knock at your door.
>Who would that be?
>Celly doesn't knock, to your dismay.
>Plus, she said she would be working right up until dinner time tonight.
>It must be one of your guards.
"Who is it?" you shout, keeping your eyes on your puzzle.
>"U-Um, Morning Star, second class, ma'am." a muffled voice replies.
>You look up and squint your eyes.
>Morning Star?
>Who is-
"Ah!" you say in response to your eureka moment, "The tiny guard mare from yesterday! Come right in!"
>The door slowly creaks open as the earth pony slides in.
>She closes the door behind her with a gentle click.
>She turns around to face you and gives you a strong salute.
>"Good Afternoon, Ma'am!" she declares.
>Her loud voice surprises you, as it juxtaposes the calm atmosphere of the room.
>Celly's guards are always so deafening! Your night guards speak more mildly.
>She continues to salute you and you can't help but smile at her.
>You know it isn't right to chuckle at somepony for how they look, but she is just so small!
>She's half the size of your normal stallion guards that patrol the halls during your shift.
"At ease, Morning Star! There is no need to be so formal here." you admit, returning to your puzzle.
>She immediately slackens her stance and drops the salute.
>That must be uncomfortable to hold.
"What brings you to my quarters, Morning?" you ask without looking up.

>>30154782
>Morning Star lets out a calming breath before speaking.
>"I have information regarding Anonymous, ma'am."
>Your eyes widen as you look back at her.
"More information? Already?" you inquire, surprised by her incredible efficiency.
>She nods.
>"Yes Ma'am, I spent the afternoon speaking with him... more or less." she declares.
>She spent the afternoon with him? Admittedly you can feel your envy growing for this little spy your sister has ordered.
>However, the only reason she spoke with him for so long is to give you information, so you can't be very upset.
"Well then, let us hear it!" you say, "What have you learned today?"
>Morning looks around nervously.
>"Pardon me, ma'am, but shouldn't Princess Celestia be here with us as well?"
>You smile at her worry.
"Sister will not be able to join us. Do not fret, I shall pass on the information. I am sure she will be very willing to recommend a promotion to your commander."
>Morning looks away from you at the last sentence.
>Her reaction immediately captures your attention; she seemed thrilled at the thought of promotion yesterday.
>Ponies are such odd creatures.
>"Thank you ma'am!" she says formally, "I suppose I will begin from the top."
>You nod, getting comfy.
>She looks at you nervously, adjusting her standing position.
>The poor mare looks terribly uncomfortable.
>She was not like this yesterday, could it be the absence of your sister that is making her so anxious?
"Please, have a seat," you invite, pointing her towards a comfortable chair at the end of your bed by the window.
>Your voice seems to have startled her. Perhaps she was gathering her thoughts.
>"Th-Thank you ma'am" she says as soon as she recovers.
>She trots over to the open chair and takes a seat.
>Her helmet clanks against the headrest of the chair as she hops up.
>It slinks down over her eyes momentarily, and you can't help but stifle a chortle.
>In her nervousness she seems to have become quite clumsy.
"Why don't you remove the helmet?"

>>30154866
>She nods quickly.
>"Yes ma'am, thank you ma'am."
>She scrambles to pop off her helmet.
>It slides off her head allowing her mane to flow downward once more.
>Once it is off you can really get a look at what she looks like.
>Despite her strong physique, commanding voice, and toughened exterior, she really is as cute as a button.
>Her petite stature combined with her short mane and freckled complexion makes her terribly charming.
>Compared to the dark and mysterious natures of your night guards, she is an adorable change.
>She pauses.
>"I apologize, ma'am. I'm not really sure where to start. There was a lot of information retrieved in the last two days."
>That is a happy surprise.
"I believe you said you were going to start from the beginning, if I am not mistaken." you remind softly.
>She nods rapidly.
>"Y-yes, of course."
>She takes a deep breath.
>"Anonymous, as you know, is fascinated by fitness." she begins, "But I recently got to experience his level of fitness firsthoof."
>You lean your head on your hoof with an amused smile.
"Oh really?"
>"Yes ma'am, " she respond, "He lifted an unheard of 675 pounds off the ground multiple times. I could not believe my eyes when I saw it."
>675 pounds? Physically lifting such an amount is an intense feat.
"Incredible, and you witnessed this?" you inquire.
>She nods again.
>"Yes ma'am, I saw him do it at the gym across town. Push & Pull Gymnasium is the gym he, apparently, frequents."
>You levitate a quill and paper from your nearby desk to the puzzle board in front of you.
"Interesting... most interesting." you mumble idly as you jot down the location.
>"Yes ma'am. I spoke with him today as well during his shift."
>You look up at Morning. She sits up straighter when you cast your attention her way.
>She really takes these formalities seriously.
"Go on, I am listening."
>"Yes ma'am. I inquired about Anonymous's motivations for becoming a gardener. He says that it is because he wants to make others feel at peace."

>>30154955
>You smile as she divulges her information.
>That reasoning is very Anonymous.
>You can almost hear it in his voice
>"He says that he wants to bring others serenity, and that gardens are the best method he knows to do so." she continues.
>You write down a few short notes to summarize what she told you.
"That is so sweet, is it not?" you ask the little mare without looking up.
>"Y-Yes ma'am." she agrees stiffly.
>You shake your head.
"Please, I cannot handle such intense formality if we are to speak this way. Call me Luna." you say happily.
>It's really no big deal to be called Luna, in your opinion.
>You let your guards get away with it in the few interactions you have with them.
>And having one of Celly's guards call you it as well means very little.
>To you, anyway. The expression on her face lets you know how shocking your permission really is.
>"Are you sure ma'am?" she inquires.
>You wince at what you hope to be the final "ma'am"
"Yes, Morning, I am sure."
>"Very well ma- Luna." she stutters, struggling to call you your own name.
>Honestly, is this how your sister makes her guards conduct themselves? Talk about rigid.
>"I also inquired about why he began his journey into fitness. And he said..."
>She trails off, staring at the ground and putting a hoof to her lips.
>She seems to be concerned by something.
>You tilt your head.
"Is everything alright, Morning?" you inquire, sitting in suspense for the rest of her new knowledge.
>She looks back up to you.
>"Pardon me ma-... Luna. I'm just not sure what to say about it... he was pretty vague."
>You nod understandingly.
"That is quite alright. You have delivered more than enough in the past day."
>She nods and looks away for a moment.
>It takes her a bit, but she finally appears to must the courage she needs to speak.
>"Pardon me, ma'am. But might I have the opportunity to speak freely?" she asks, returning to her formalities.
>You sigh with a smirk. She really has her guardisms down pat.
"Yes of course."

>>30135162
No. Nobody likes fat people.
Go be fat someplace else.

>>30140654
If you're a fat fuck, you will never know.

>>30155027
>She nervously nods at your permissions.
>"I just have a few inquiries for you, if you do not mind answering them for me."
>You think about it for a second.
"I suppose that is fine, as long as it is not inappropriate." you say with a smile.
>"Y-Yes, of course." she says
>She takes another deep breath.
>"I apologize for hesitating. It is very strange to speak with my princess with such informality."
>You chuckle.
"I did not think calling me by my name would be so distracting for you, Morning Star."
>She looks away.
>"It is just... calling you by your informal name in your own quarters while you're wearing that outfit is terribly... different than I have been trained to expect my encounters with a princess would go." she admits
>You tilt your head in confusion.
>Outfit?
>You look down at what you're currently wearing.
>Upon your chest is a black, fuzzy, zip-up hoodie that you wear when the castle gets chilly. On top of that your mane is technically in a pony tail at the moment as well.
>You were so distracted by your puzzle and your guest that you forgot just how unprofessional you currently look.
>You are far from regal at this time.
>At least she didn't see you while you were wearing your parasprite slippers.
"Ah, my apologies. I generally do not get visitors at this hour. It simply slipped my mind." you say with a smile, "Pay it no mind."
>She waves her hooves in front of her.
>"No need to apologize, princess! I was the one who visited! It's my fault, really!" she spouts in a panic
>You let out a long shush.
"Be calm, please. Just talk to me as you would anypony else."
>She rubs her foreleg nervously.
>"A-Alright, Luna." she affirms, her tone softening.
>She relaxes slightly before moving on.
>"If that is the case, then I need to ask you a serious question, Luna." she says with a lot more direction
>Her voice is much more natural now.
"Go right ahead."
>She looks into your eyes with a stoic gaze.
>"Can you help ponies remember something they forgot?"

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>>30155073
>>30155083
Gotta disagree with ya there, Anon. People are people regardless of their bodies. I can always love a person, even if they are fat.
Although, I would regularly attempt to convince them to get fit. Not trying to force them to change, just giving them the opportunity to have a gym buddy to show them the ropes.

But if you're a good person with some aspirations, then I say that's all that really matters. Just take care of your body too!

>>30155118
Fatties stink tho ţbh

>>30155092
>You're taken aback by the sudden change in subject.
>Where did this talk of memory restoration come from?
"What do you mean?" you inquire
>A new confidence seems to have arisen from the depths of Morning's mind.
>She speaks to you with purpose.
>"Some dreams are just memories, right? I know I have had my fair share of repetitive dreams that seem to be too real to be fabricated." she states
>You raise your eyebrows.
"That is a very astute observation." you admit
>"So am I correct? Some dreams really are just memories?"
>You shake your head.
"Close, but not quite. Dreams can never be exact copies of a memory. There are simply too many gaps in a memory for a dream to be built around it."
>She nods despondently.
>"I see..."
"However," you begin, recapturing her attention, "That is not to say that memories don't play a part in dream construction."
>She slides to the edge of her chair and listens intently.
>You feel a bit excited to see how interested she is.
>You never get to chat with anypony about the intricacies of the dream world.
"Scenarios which are duplicates of real life events are often the subject of a dream. However the average pony's perception of the world wouldn't offer enough substance to create a believable environment."
>You lift a hoof.
"Take a childhood memory of one's birthday, for example. Certainly you can remember your age at the time, the way the cake looked, and perhaps many of the party goers," you explain, "However nopony could ever recall the table cloth's design, or what your friends' parents looked like, or how many balloons there were, or even whether you were wearing a party hat or not."
>You lean your head on your hoof again.
"So the dream world fills in those gaps, and how it does so can entirely depend on the emotions that the dream brings."
>Morning Star tilts her head.
>"But what about forgotten memories? Is there any way to fish them out?"
>You rub your chin

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>>30155156
Nah, unhygienic people stink.
Trust me, one of my friends didn't wear deodorant for his first few years of high school.

Sitting with him at lunch was hell, but he ended up figuring it out in the end.

We still poke fun at him for it on occasion.

>>30155198
noice more

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>>30155198
Mmmmmmmm. Like fresh linens.

>>30155185
"If the memories are dormant in the pony's subconscious, then yes. Often forgotten memories simply need to be brought from one consciousness to the other. Like bringing something from storage back to your home."
>She leans closer.
>"No kidding?"
>You nod
"Of course I would need to be physically touching the pony to actually delve into their consciousness. If I did that I could retrieve the memory and force it to become a dream. Technically they wouldn't be remembering the memory, but they would re experience it. It is like second-hoof recollection. It can restore enough of the memory to do the job."
>Morning looks away again
>"Excellent." she whispers
"What is the significance of such knowledge to you, Morning Star?" you inquire.
>She looks back up to you.
>"Oh, i-it's nothing to be concerned about at the moment. I'll let you know when the time comes..." she says quickly.
>That sounds terribly ominous.
>However, you cannot see the harm in her possessing such information. It isn't exactly a secret.
>The only pony who could ever use such power is you, so there is no threat of it being used against you.
>And this little pony is sworn to secrecy anyway.
>For now you will trust what she says.
>She hops off the chair.
>"I will leave you with a piece of advice. If I may, that is."
>You nod at her silly request for permission.
"Go right ahead."
>She places her helmet back on her head.
>"You really ought to ask questions about Anonymous yourself. I could never do them justice, and he would bond more with you."
>She reaches up and slides your problematic puzzle piece into a slot you hadn't noticed before.
>She pushes it down into place.
>"Because he could really use a pony like you."
>You squint your eyes at the curious little mare.
"I see..." you say, at a loss for words.
>She marches towards the door before turning around.
>She gives you quick bow.
>"Princess." she says formally.
>You nod at her as she leaves.
>What a peculiar guard, that one is.
>Hmm.

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>>30155310
Okay, that's all for tonight!
I'll write more tomorrow, but until then I say Goodnight O'hana!

I love ya. Thanks for being so understanding about my absences.

>>30155342
Nighty night. Thanks for writing.

>>30155342
Good shit, senpai. Can't wait for more.

>>30155342
This is exactly what I need after a stressful couple hours of gaming.

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>>30152175
>>Something hits the inside of your leg.
>>It's small, and wet. It doesn't make any sound.
>>It carries with it every emotion that floods your system.
>>You don't cry, it's just not how you process emotions generally.
>>So while only one tear escaped, it may as well be a thousand.
aww

>>30155342
Thanks for all the green Riggy my man.

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>>30155310
>>"Because he could really use a pony like you."
Well that was a nice thing to say.

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>>30152154
>>30152166
>>30152175
>>30152181
I never asked for these feels...
>>30156111
Nice digits, time and otherwise

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>>30155342
Bless your heart Riggy for wonderful story.

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>>30155342
How would I go about trying to be a writefag. I remember reading stuff you wrote years back. I remember some scootaloo/OC and Anon story that you wrote that caught my attention.

I do a bit of writing on my own, but I don't instantly want to be hated by people.

>>30157141
Just write my guy. Any green is good green.

>>30157141
You've got to write what you want to write, if you don't like what you write it shows.

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>daily reminders from him

>>30158010
I love you sick cunts so much.

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>>30158010
I hope he's lifting in heaven with the angels.

Anyone got an alternative to water that isn't tea? I enjoy drinking water, but would like an alternative with some flavor to it. Something like those little packets that you can put in a water bottle and mix up? Not sure if there are healthy versions of that stuff.

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>>30158010

>>30159894

bed time bump

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>>30161101

>>30155198
Nah fat people suck. Unless you can make fun of them. Fat women especially are shit

>>30155342
DOPE

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>>30161334
Whew lad. Dem hips...

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>>30161607
my sides

how do you think his waifu would feel to know he intimidated death just to be able to fuck her

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>>30158010
I wish he was still alive. He was basically an irl version of the anon from all the aie stories.

>Rarity scratched her chin, deep in through, before finally coming to a decision.
>"The great griffin poet, Gillaume De La Tour." she said at last.
>Dash scoffed. "He's been dead for like, two hundred years."
>"You didn't specify that they had to be alive. He has such a magnificent beard in all those beautiful paintings." Rarity paused to sip at her tea. "Also, I hear that griffins have barbed penises and I think that would feel great going in the back door."
>Twilight set down her own teacup with a mildly disgusted sound.
>Rainbow Dash nodded. "I can see that. You're up next, AJ."
>"I don't wanna play this game, it's stupid."
>"Come on, everybody else is. It's fun!"
>"It is pretty fun, Applejack," Pinkie added.
>With a disgruntled groan, Orange Farmhorse relented. Her hoof tapped errantly on the side of the mug in front of her, the last dregs of cider inside sloshing about irritably. "Okay, fine. I guess... Anon. That's who I'd do."
>Dash recoiled. "Eew, gross! Really?"
>"What do you mean, 'gross?' Rarity says she'd let a catbird ride her down the dirt road and you don't bat an eye, but I say I want to have a go at a shaved sasquatch and it's 'gross?'" Applejack snorted, and tossed back her last few drops of cider. "I told you I don't wanna play this stupid game."
>"Fine, then explain what's so good about him."
>Applejack rolled her eyes. "He's sweet and a hard worker. You don't really notice on account of him wearin' that big dumb suit all the time, but he's got some pretty serious muscles."
>Fluttershy nodded slowly. "He smells nice when he sweats."
>"He's great with kids." Applejack continued.
>"I'd totally invite Anon to my bone zone. He's got tons of stamina," Pinkie interjected through a mouthful of eclair. "We run like, ten miles every morning and he never gets tired. Imagine him applying that in the bedroom!"

>>30162078

>"His body is super hot, Rainbow." Fluttershy poured herself another cup of tea. "Honestly, I'm a little surprised with you. He's very athletic, one would think that to be right up your alley."
>Twilight stirred a dollop of honey into her beverage, barely even looking up from her book. "Also he's got a pretty big dick."
>Rainbow Dash threw her hooves up in exasperation. "Why do you know what his dick looks like?!"
>"I helped Nurse Redheart with his medical examinations when he first showed up in Equestria."
>Rarity cocked an eyebrow. "How big are we talking?"
>"McIntosh. Maybe not quite as long, but the girth is there and the human body is designed to hilt so it evens out."
>"Nice."
>"Anon is a gross hairless ape!" Dash slammed her hooves down on the tabletop. "I mean, I can kinda see this coming from Pinkie Pie, and Fluttershy has to say nice things about him because she's the Element of Kindness, but-"
>"Oh, no." Fluttershy shook her head. "This entirely unrelated. If given half the chance I would ride Anonymous so hard that his dick breaks off in my ass, and then I would spend thousands of bits having it reattached and lovingly nursed back to health so that I can break it off in my ass a second time."
>"Twilight, please back me up here. You wouldn't really screw anon, would you?"
>"Well to be honest, he's not exactly my type." Twilight closed her book and took another sip of tea. "We certainly don't share any romantic chemistry. That being said, if he crawled into my bed drunk and ready to go I certainly wouldn't kick him out."
>Rainbow crossed her forelegs and leaned back in her seat. "Whatever. I don't wanna play this game any more. It's stupid."
>Rarity lifted her teacup to her lips, breathing out softly though her nose. "...I also would sleep with him."
>"Guys, I'm sitting right here." said Anon.

>>30162078
>>Rarity scratched her chin, deep in through
>deep in through
Error in the first line doesn't bode well for the story, famalam.

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>>30162099

>>30162083
Nice.
>>30162129
No fuck you asshole.

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>>30162129
I take it back, it wasn't half bad.

They were pretty out of character but in a funny way so it's cool.

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>>30161634
I would say frightfully aroused. He THREATENED death itself to go to magical horse land to be with her.

It makes her horse lady bits wink with arousal and fear.

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>>30162078
>>30162083
You realize I'm running with this, right?

>"I'm sorry, Anon. We kinda forgot you were here for a moment." said Twilight.
>Taking a steadying sip of your admittedly very good tea, you reply "It's fine. But I do have a question. Is this normally what you all talk about during your get togethers?"
>The girls look at each other for a moment before replying. "We do, just not very often, dear." says Rarity. "While it may seem somewhat uncouth, we've known each other for quite some time. That, and we've saved each others lives so many times that it just stopped being an issue with us."
>"That's right, Anon! When you're besties like us, there's no limits!" Pipes up Pinkie as she reaches for ANOTHER eclair. It's like her seventh one. How does she not have diabeetus, you'll never know.
>"Fair enough. We're all adults here. Though when you invited me over for this little get together, I didn't expect the conversation to enter such intimate territory." You end that sentence with another sip of your tea. "This tea is really good, btw."

All I got atm. Someone keep it going.

>>30162391
to blase

its shit

>>30162083
>>"Oh, no." Fluttershy shook her head. "This entirely unrelated. If given half the chance I would ride Anonymous so hard that his dick breaks off in my ass, and then I would spend thousands of bits having it reattached and lovingly nursed back to health so that I can break it off in my ass a second time."
Hot damn, Flutterbutter.

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>>30162083

>>30162083
>>"Anon is a gross hairless ape!"
>Unattractive
yer a witty lil' cunt, I'll give ye that.

>>30162083

>"If given half the chance I would ride Anonymous so hard that his dick breaks off in my ass, and then I would spend thousands of bits having it reattached and lovingly nursed back to health so that I can break it off in my ass a second time."

Lost it entirely.

>>30162083
I like the concept of the girls just havin girl talk
Dont really see it

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>You are Anon
>It has been 8 months since you arrived in the world of technicolor horses
>You had managed to befriend most of the town that you lived in
>You had gotten a job as an apprentice to a well known fashion designer who was also happened your best friend
>"Anon! Can you be a dear and grab some velvet from the storeroom?" The white unicorn called to you from her workstation
>You grunt and open the massive walk-in closet beside you.
>To be honest it looked more like a Lockbox room in a bank if it was fancier and smelled vaguely of cinnamon
>She was serious about her fabrics
>You walk over to the box labeled '32-A' and pull out a square foot of rolled fabric.
>"Here you go Rarity," you say, setting it down on the table next her.
>"Thanks dear" She says, lifting it into her magical grip
>It amazed you how efficiently she used her magic.
>You had been working for a good 6 months and you still couldn't hit par with her
>This fashionista was on another level

>>30164261
>The day dragged on and your eyes began to droop
>You check the clock on the wall every so often, counting the minutes left
>10 minutes
>5 minutes
>2 minutes
>30 seconds
>"Whew! Another productive day" You say, wiping nonexistent sweat off of your brow
>Rarity smiles at you
>"Anon, you're doing good work. I just thought I'd tell you"
>You smile back at her. It was fairly rare to get a genuine compliment from Rarity.
>But when she gave one, she meant it.
>You said your goodbyes and stepped out of the boutique in the direction of your newly furnished home
>Applejack, the local farm pony had owed you a favor ever since you helped her in the harvest not too long ago
>You managed to convince her to help you build yourself a house since you felt bad for mooching off of your marshmallow friend
>It wasn't anything special. Three room house with a nice kitchen and a whole room filled with instruments and a home gym

>>30164377
>Courtesy of a certain mint colored friend of yours
>You've been living there for about 2 weeks now and it's slowly starting to feel like home.
>When you arrived here, you were an average, lanky dude. Slightly underweight with absolutely no muscle tone
>After being made fun of for a straight month by Applejack and Rainbow Dash, you finally decided to start working out.
>6 Months later, here you are, no longer a flat chested stickman
>You still wear long sleeved button downs and long pants because of insecurity, but it's about time to get some professionally made by Rarity
>She was your friend, but you still really weren't too confident in your body and didn't want to be made fun of again
>Oh well, you gotta do what you gotta do
>Tomorrow you would get Rarity to make you new clothes
>To be honest, you could probably make them yourself but obviously you weren't a master tailor
>Might as well right?
>That's tomorrow's task though.
>Right now it's the start of your workout
>Endurance building day

>>30164409
>You run inside to change into your workout shirt which had slowly gotten tighter
>You step into your backyard, which was luckily pretty large. You lucked out and bought a really good piece of land
>You start with sprints, pushing yourself to the absolute limit
>After your lungs burn with hellfire, and you double over breathing, you decide to use your shirt as a sweat towel
>You hastily rip off your shirt and let the sly breeze cool you down
>Alright, time for your absolute least favorite exercize.
>Suicides until failure.
>"Oh... Celestia help me..."

>>30164428
New writefag coming through

Will continue in a few hours after work.

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>>30164409
>tone

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>>30164551
How many leg u got

>>30164551
Fuck I meant mass.

By bad

>>30164428
>stopping right before the good part
Of course.

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>>30155396
>>30155611
>>30155808
>>30156111
>>30156177
>>30156182
>>30156375
>>30156471
Y'all are too sweet. Thank you for reading! I love ya.

>>30157141
>I remember some scootaloo/OC and Anon story that you wrote that caught my attention.
Anon and his Twimom? Woah nelly, that was my second story ever!

As for being a writefriend, just go for it!
I'm not that great at writing, but people seem to like my stories all the same. What's stopping you?

>>30162078
>>30162083
That last line made me laugh out loud! Thank you for that!

>>30164261
>2 New Writefriends throwing around fun stories like these.
Welcome Ember! I love your story, keep it up!


I'll be writing today! Sorry I wasn't here yesterday, the job hunt is getting crazy.

>>30164906
Thanks!

>>30164428
>Be Anon
>You are dying on the inside and out
>Every strain of your body burns and nothing feels real
>Your veins pop, your heart forcing blood through your body
>"God damn I hate suicides" You choke out, stifling a cough
>You lie on your back, letting the incredibly soft grass cushion you
>"Heya Anon! Whatcha- Woah!"
>You recogized that raspy voice
>"Rainbow Dash?" You ask, tilting your head up to see her upside down figure standing in front of you
>"Hot damn anon! You've been hiding THAT body all this time?"
>She whistles, leaning in closely inspecting your glistening body
>She reaches to touch you with a hoof, but you slap it away
>"Away vile beast! Let me rest."
>"Okay, okay geez." she pouts. She doesn't move back though like she's trying her hardest to stand her ground.
>Her staring makes you a little uncomfortable.
>She could be judging you, silently figuring out a way to make fun of you.

>>30164456
7/10

>>30164456
Thorough enjoyment/write more
Scratching that itch, want to see where it goes.

>>30165025
>Be Rainbow Dash
>Oh my gosh he's so hot. How in the heck did this happen?
>A few months ago he was like a twig, but... wow
>You had to really hold back the urge to just pounce on him
>His chest looked so amazing, you just wanted to jump over and rest your head on it
>Oh the naps you could have next to Anon now.
>You must've been in the middle of the thousand yard stare because it took a few calls of your name to snap out of your daze
>"Oi Dash!" Anon called
>You shake your head and notice a bit of moisture on your lips
>You were drooling!
>This could be a problem

>>30165544
continue

>>30166104
I have a few errands to run. I'll write more when I get home.

>>30155342
This picture reminds me of that blue and pink Trix yogurt I used to have as a kid.

I don't really have anything important to say here, just that weird memory.

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>>30162391
I'll do one, but someone else is going after me.

>"Thank you." Twilight says reopening her book.
>"Well who is your type Anon?" Pinkie ask.
"Hmm, well I wouldn't pass up many, but if I had to choose... Luna."
>"Really, why Luna?" Fluttershy ask. "I always thought you'd be more into, I don't know... Lyra, Velvet, Spitfire, or somepony like that."
>Twilight's eyes dart up but she doesn't say anything.
"Yeah, they're pretty nice. But Luna is just sexy. Plus she has a bit of a darkside so I wouldn't put it past her to be rough. Although Velvet is pretty hot too."
>Twilight looks at you her mouth a gasp.
>"Hold on a minute, are you talking about my mom!?"
>You shrug and nod your head drinking some more tea.
>"She's married! To my dad!" Twilight says wings proofing out.
"Hey, hey, calm down."
>You say putting your hands infront of you.
"I'm just saying IF your mom wasn't married, and she came up to me ready to go. I'd give you another sibling."
>Twilight just glares at you.
>"Hey look on the bright side Twilight dear, if he ever did fool around with Velvet I'm sure she wouldn't mind you inspecting your brother/sister." Rarity says as Twilight turns her glare to her.
>"Alright, I'll bite. Why would you want to fuck my mom?" Twilight says placing her book down.
"She's hot, got a nice flank, she's a nice pony, she's experienced, she's a hell of a house wife, she-"
>"Alright I get it! Enough! Rainbow, who's your type?" Twilight says trying divert the subject.
"Your mom's a milf."
>"Shut up!"

Okay someone else grab it.

>>30165544
Now my only issue so far is a mistake ALOT of new writers make is the speech.
Example: When you're writing for the character the reader is at that point you put a >" but it is a common thing to just put " as it is easier to understand who is talking before it's said. Like this.
>Be Anon.
>"Hey Anon you wan' some fuk?" Rainbow ask.
"No I don't want some fuck."

Other than that you're fine.

>>30166740
Alright thanks.

I'll do that from now on.

>>30166751
I like your story.
Fuck it feels weird to just give positive comments without any criticism but I know /mlp/ tends to either post nothing or give criticism which can get a writer down

>>30165544
>Be Anon
>Dash is acting weird. Weirder than normal that is
>Most of the time she's a narcissistic prick to me, so I've never been too fond of her company
>Is she drooling?
Oi dash!
>You repeat yourself over and over, waving your arms in her face trying to get her attention
>There we go, she snapped out of it.
"Uh, sorry Anon, I gotta... I gotta blow this popsicle stand"
"Uh? Okay?"
>You sense something strange but think nothing of it. After all you're living in a world of ponies
>"CatchalaterBYE" Dash says, soaring into the skies, but as soon as she took off, her wings locked and she fell face first into the ground
"Oh crap, are you alright Dash?"
>You get up onto your feet and attempt to approach, but she waves a hoof at you
>"I'm totally fine! I promise! I'm just gonna walk because..."
>You wait for her to finish her sentence, but it felt like she didn't know how.
>"Because I bucking feel like it. that's why!" She spits, running away from your house, wings at full extension
"The heck was that all about?

>>30167124
Thanks! I appreciate criticism because it means there's room to improve and I'm hungry for improvement.
That's why I'm doing greentext stories. So I can improve my other writing work

>>30167388
daww all that downy spaghetti.
>Most of the time she's a narcissistic prick to me, so I've never been too fond of her company
>You repeat yourself over and over, waving your arms in her face trying to get her attention
Pick a pronoun and stick to it

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>>30167388
This?

>>30167849
No

>>30166627
Kek.

>ponies ask why he doesn't find Celestia or Cadence hot
>Celestia is just like a homely mother, not a milf
>aka not sexy
>Cadence looks like she's had her head dumped in a cotton candy machine and is addicted to botox
>Alicorns hear of this and appear in Ponyville for the most thin of reasons
>Luna's smug face when her sister and niece try to gain Anon's attention to sooth their wounded pride/ego
>their faces when Anon keeps hitting on Luna

>>30167849
Nice try, edgefag. Your thread's a nuclear wasteland of turboautism, BTW.

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>>30167849
Pones are for loving care, not abuse. I respectfully request that you remove your post. In compensation, I will give you a coveted third (3rd) reply to a single post up front.

>>30167388

The next day

>You've been at work for a few hours now, but haven't had the chance to ask Rarity to make you a new set of clothes
>Your break had just started, and Rarity had offered you some tea, which you accepted half-heartedly
>"Anon dear, is there something on your mind?" She asked, sitting down across from you on the couch
>How could she tell?
"Uh, yeah actually. I was wondering if you could make me some new clothes. My current ones are starting to get a little tight.
>"Gaining a little weight are we now?" she joked, sipping on her tea
"I guess you could say that..."
>You must've looked a little flushed because Rarity decided to initiate some damage control
>"But of course, even the best of us happen to gain weight sometimes. I'd be happy to make you some new clothes!"
>Too late Rares, you already called me fat
>"I have a little free time now, so if you'd like, we can take your measurements now and I'll have your new clothes done somtime this week."
>You finish the last bit of your tea and put it down on the table in front of you.
"Uh, yeah. I guess that sounds fine."
>"Well, come on back then. Let's get you all measured up!"

>>30167916
I can sense the unexplained splash coming from a mile away.

>>30155310
>You are Anon.
>Your pajama pants feel extra comfortable underneath the covers on this cooler than usual evening.
>Work ended, but the rain sure didn't.
>After hitting the gym, eating dinner, and showering you didn't have anything left to do but sleep.
>However, for the first time in a long time you find that sleep is playing second fiddle to your thoughts.
>You stare up at the slightly cracked ceiling of your bedroom as your ipod lightly plays through its speaker dock. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X0Z2lZgpqKc
>Normally you don't have much of anything on your mind. Earlier today was no exception! You fell asleep in the storage room, and by the time you came to Morning Star was already gone.
>But after sitting with that earlier conversation for a little while, a bit of worry has clouded your thoughts.
>You know it's useless to dwell on the unknown, but once in awhile you feel a twang of remorse for your lost memories.
>All those old experiences have been painted over, in a way. Faces and details fall away and only vague recollections remain.
>You take a deep breath and exhale slowly.
>When you arrived in this bizarre world, you were basically a blank slate.
>You were definitely the same person, man. Just... empty.
>There were all kinds of things from the human world you could remember, but only as concepts.
>You could never apply them to you as a person. You could talk on great length about what human high schools are like, but you could never remember the name of yours.
>You could speak confidently about human holidays and celebration, but you can't remember a single one personally.
>And you could easily describe the nuclear family and how it functions. Talking about daily rituals and family outings, but your own mother's face is alien to you.
>Obviously you came to the realization that you forgot it all down the road, and slowly some childhood memories trickled in.
>But you decided something back when that happened...

>>30167916

>You hop on top of the small platform and watch Rarity pull out her favorite roll of measuring tape.
>She approaches you, but stops before measuring.
>"Um, Anonymous. You're supposed to take off your current clothes so I can measure you correctly"
>You wince a little bit, but sigh.
>You knew this was coming, and now you have to deal with your stupid awkward body.
>You begin to unbutton your shirt while Rarity pulls out a notepad to write her notes down on.
>Pulling off your white button down and your pants you toss them aside.
>No way in hell were you gonna take off your boxers, but you knew the undershirt had to come off.
>W-w-what?"
>You turn to see your best friend blubbering at the sight of you.
>You knew this would happen. Now here's to that tiny chance that she doesn't make fun of you.
"I know, I know just make fun of me and move on..."
>"Make fun of you?? My goodness! Look at that body!" Rarity's jaw stayed wide open
"I know, I'm working on it. I've been working out every day that I can to trey to fix it."
>"I... I can see that!" She replies after eyeing you down like an oasis in a desert.
>"Why... Anon, darling. You're absolutely the most handsome thing I've seen all year!"
>Excuse me what?


That's it for tonight guys. I'll continue tomorrow. I hope my first story is up to par. I know it's rough but I'm working on it.

Goodnight!

>>30167965
>You decided whatever your past held is gone now, and there's nothing you can do about it. Therefore you shouldn't pay it any mind.
>After all, in this world that time never existed. Technically your memories and experiences never existed in this dimension of time.
>That's why you forgot them, supposedly. Twilight never really got too into the science of it.
>Mainly because she didn't understand it herself, but how could you blame her?
>So it was nobody's fault, and you're probably never going to recall the specifics of your life.
>And you're living a good life here, there's no debating that. You love your job, you have plenty of friends, and you're the most healthy you have ever been.
>But still...
>You recall Luna telling you about that time she will never get back with Celly. It really bothered her to not have been there for her sister during their early adulthood.
>What sorts of important experiences have you lost along with your teenage and early adult years?
>It all doesn't matter anymore, but at the same time you feel regret.
>It's lonely to not even have memories to revisit when life get quiet.
>The rain continues to patter against your window which helps soothes your anxious thoughts.
>But some of the patters sound a bit louder than the others.
>You mute your music and listen carefully.
>The rain softly provides white noise as you listen.
>After a moment you hear it again.
>A few loud thumps coming from beyond your bedroom door.
>Someone is knocking on your apartment door.
>Who could it be at this hour?

>>30168176
>You step out of bed and make your way back into your darkened apartment.
>The only light coming in from the windows is infected by the specular shadows of raindrops clinging to the glass.
>You step up to the door and lean down a little to look through the peephole.
>To your surprise an old stallion sporting a mustache and jump suit stands patiently in the hall.
>Mr. Shift from downstairs?
>You open your door to the waist high stallion and smile.
"Good evening Mr. Shift, how are you sir?" you ask politely.
>He smiles back at you.
>"Good evenin' to you as well, Anonymous. I can't complain, just got home from the shop.
>You nod, a still a little sluggish.
"Good to hear, good to hear. What can I do ya for, sir?"
>He lifts a hoof and begins to search one of his multitudinous pockets of differing complexity.
>Finally after a little rummaging he pulls out a small envelope.
>"The little grey mail mare, (Darpy I think her name was?), wanted me to give ya this when I had the chance."
>You bend over and lightly take the small paper envelope from him.
>It's not much bigger than the palm of your hand, and the paper is plain white. There's no stamp, nor is there an address or a sender.
"Thank you sir, I appreciate it very much! I hope it didn't inconvenience you too much..." you ask tenderly.
>He waves you off
>"Oh it was nothing. She gave it to me this morning on my way out. I suppose she underestimated just how early you leave on weekdays," he says with a jolly disposition, "But she gave it to me for security reasons."
>You tilt your head.
"Security reasons?"
>He smiles up at you.
>"It's supposed to be your eyes only, so she didn't want to leave it by your doorway where anypony could find it. Guess I should be honored she gave it to me for safe keeping!" he says with a belly laugh.
"Well, she put it in the right hooves. Thank you."
>Mr. Shift squints his eyes.
>"You alright, son?" he inquires.
>You raise an eyebrow.
"Of course! Do I not seem alright?" you reply

>>30168270
>Mr. Shift shakes his head.
>"There's something mighty off about ya. Did somethin' happen?"
>You wave your hands dismissively
"No no, just a little tired is all."
>He raises his eyebrows with great skepticism.
>"You and the missy downstairs didn't have a falling out didja?"
>You squint your eyes.
"What? No, not at all."
>"Uh huh, she ain't jealous you're gettin' some other girly's letter?"
>You shake your head.
"Of course not. She and I are just friends, and I haven't spoken to her in a few days," you say reassuringly, "I'm just tired, really."
>Mr. Shift looks you up and down.
>"Alright kid, I'll take your word for it." he says finally, looking down the hallway towards the stairs.
>You nod, and look back down at the letter.
"Thanks again for delivering this to me." you say, waving the letter a little.
>He smirks
>"Think nothin' of it, son. I owe you for helpin' me load my cart last week."
>He adjusts the belt on his jump suit with a grunt.
>"Well I best be goin'. Gotta get home before the wife wonders where I've gone," he says with a chuckle, "Never keep a mare waiting!"
>You nod with a smile
"Of course! You have a good night!"
>He waves back to you and heads down the stairs.
>You lock your door and collapse back into your bed.
>The sudden intrusion has jumbled your thoughts and, more or less, gotten your mind off your lost memories.
>You place the letter on your bedside table along with your charging ipod in its dock.
>That'll be for tomorrow. For now you just want to rest.
>You snuggle up under the nice warm comforter and close your eyes.
>Occasionally you're hit with light pangs of emotion as your mind continues to mull over your past.
>But even with these waves of complicated pains, you find sleep once again.
>The sound of rain lightly carries you away from consciousness and you feel yourself drift away.
>All that worry can wait until tomorrow, man.
>You deserve a good rest session.
>Everything becomes dark and quiet.
>And soon, you're gone.

>>30168020
I like the way it is coming along! You've got some good stuff going here, so keep it up.
Goodnight Ember!

>>30168336
I'm passing out in my chair right now, so I'm calling it quits before my writing worsens than it already is.

Tomorrow I actually have a day off, so I'll be writing then for sure.
Until then, Goodnight O'hana!

>>30168351
>>30168020
I like both thing.
thing are good.

>>30167388
>wings extension meme
Are people still doing this?

>>30168020
>You're absolutely the most handsome thing I've seen all year
Rarity would never say this line right in the face, it seems completely off.

>>30168455
>Rarity would never say this line right in the face, it seems completely off.
Really? How so?

>>30168474
dyewts?

ribaboop

>>30168351
Great stuff, thanks bro.

>>30168351
Thank riggy.

>>30170169

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>You feel that someone can hear your conversations

>>30172585

>>30172008

Anu cheeki breeki iv damke

>>30172585

So how's your evening going /mlp/?

>>30175442
Well jap-moot shit the bed and the captcha stopped working for a couple of hours. So not great really.

>>30175949
>19:08:39
I can see that.

>>30177156

>Meanwhile
>"Aren't you supposed to be working right now?"
>"Meh. My writefag's a lazy prick. I unofficially woke up like a day ago, at least."

>>30178944

If you're in this thread and aren't trying to get /fit/, you need to either start or leave.

>>30158336
Do you like fruit? Hack up some fruit and drop it in a gallon jug of water. 1 type of fruit, and 1 type of herb. Have fun

>>30164632
You're good. Technically, you are correct to call it tone.
Muscle tone is a medical term. Describing the amount of muscle.
It's not a verb. Let the triggered jackass be a melting triggered snowflake

>>30181047
Also lemon or any citrus fruit can give flavour to water.

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>>30162083
>>"Guys, I'm sitting right here." said Anon.

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>>30168020
>Anon works out for 6 monthx and gets ripped
>Anon works for 6 months gets a house
what was Anon's third wish?

>>30182965

Having a family?

>>30168351
I love this green. So comfy.

>>30181107
>Muscle tone is a medical term.
>implying doctors aren't all dyel skellies or fat pakis
>implying any doctor has ever so much as benched bodyweight

>>30181047
The only issue with that is that the container that holds my water in the refrigerator is square shaped and not easily washable, if at all. Reason for using that container is the limited space inside the refrigerator and it holding 2 gallons of water. I'll have to look for a new container and try this though. Appreciate it anon.

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>hfw it's as big as they said

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>"It was too big, too thick, too heavy, and too rough. It was more like a large hunk of rock"

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>monday

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>>30186870

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>>30186870
>Monday
>Work
>Same thing everyday
Well this is boring.

>>30186870
I hate mondays

>>30186870
Sleep.

>>30190945

>>30190945

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>>30168351
>Tomorrow I actually have a day off
>4 days later~

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>>30193098
>mfw no Riggy

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>>30149272
>Hurr durr I was only pretending to be a shit writer

rig is beb
tho rig ben not good enouth

rip rig

Mobile Riggy here! I'm writing tonight as soon as I get home. Sorry for being gone so long, I'll explain later along with lots of green.

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>>30193561
HERE COME RIGGY

Page 9

bamp

>>30168336
>...
>...
>You are Floor Bored
>The locker room feels incredibly still.
>It sounded like the air conditioning turned off a minute ago, so the silence is almost staggering.
>All that remains is the occasional drip from the faucet in the bathroom around the corner.
>You sit on the bench closest to the door, going through your mental rituals.
>The faint sound of an announcer on the microphone is muffled through the walls.
>The cheers of rabid fans barely travel through the walls.
>Sounds like it is nearly time...
>You look down at the padded gloves on your front hooves.
>They're tapped right to your forelegs so they won't come loose, no matter how hard you lay into your opponent.
>You pick up the padded helmet on the floor and place it over your head.
>It slides over with a close fit, letting your ears poke out the holes on top.
>The door to the locker room opens revealing an old grizzled stallion in a suit.
>"It's time." he declares.
>You smirk and stand up before walking to him.
>You've been waiting a long time for this.
>You follow close behind the suited stallion down a dimly lit hallway.
>The cheers from the arena are starting to get louder as you approach their source.
>You jump a few times as you trot to get your blood pumping.
>Soon the cheers are overwhelming, and the hallway opens to an enormous, darkened room filled to the brim with spectators.
>Many of the ponies seem to be acting manic, nearly jumping over the railings to either cheer or boo you.
>You smile at their animosity.
>They've been waiting for this just as long as you.
>In the center of the immense arena is the main event: A roped off ring with a tall griffin referee.
>You pass through the crowd towards the stage. Many ponies try to touch you to no avail as your entourage pushes them away.
>You grit your teeth.
>Come on, come on! Let's get on with it already!
>You slide into the ring as soon as you arrive and take a seat on the stool provided.

>>30195799
>The suited stallion from before begins to rub your back, and an assistant places your mouth guard in.
>But your mind isn't on any of that, it's on your opponent.
>He's all that you're thinking of as his music starts to blare over the speaker system. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVxuAJinu3I
>The crowd begins to stamp their hooves quickly, creating an overwhelming cacophony of percussion.
>They don't cheer anymore, they simply wait in anticipation as the giant wanders in.
>He walks out alone without a single coach or sponsor.
>The crowd reaches out to touch him as he passes, but he pushes through with little effort.
>He towers above them, and nopony surpasses his abdomen in height.
>With little effort he makes his way to the ring and hops the ropes.
>After making it onto the stage he finally removes his hoodie and casts it behind him.
>You smile with anticipation.
>He's always been one for flair.
>His incredibly built body appears to be made of stone as he moves about the ring before finding his corner.
>The squeals from the crowd are deafening.
>He sits across from you and stares you down with a cocky smile.
>You return the expression.
>The referee signals down the microphone.
>The glistening metal device falls from above directly into the griffin's claws.
>He clears his throat before speaking with a deep and eloquent voice.
>"Mares and Gentlecolts, you've come to see a fight, and a fight you will get!" he declares.
>The crowd responds with an intense bout of war cries.
>"You're witnessing the championship battle of the all-weight master class fighting circuit! Consider yourselves lucky!" he says in a confident tone.
>The crowd continues to applaud.
>Part of the circuit's charm is how highly it hold itself. Those who buy tickets aren't considered guests. They are supposed to feel honored to be there, not the other way around.
>It's part of the reason the circuit got so popular.

>>30195973
>The griffin points to your corner.
>"In this corner: The mare who's bite is worse than her bark, weighing in at 65 pounds, 7 ounces, the petite but powerful Flooooooor Booooooored!" he declares.
>You jump off your stool and begin to bounce in place, getting the blood moving again.
>The crowd erupts into a mixture of loving cheers and hateful jeers.
>You've got a big following, but not as big as the titan relaxing against the ropes across from you.
>The griffin points into the opposing corner.
>"And in this corner..." he begins, the crowd increasing their volume, "The beast from another world, Weighing in at 210 pounds, the humongous human Anoooonymooooous!"
>The crowd explodes with excitement.
>He stands revealing his massive height. He stretches his shoulders, flexing his back and chest as he does.
>You can't help but lick your lips.
>You've fought tons of strong stallions with powerful and attractive bodies.
>But the monster standing before you is in a class all his own.
>He looks like he has been chiseled from stone by a master sculptor.
>Perhaps a very sexually frustrated sculptor at that.
>He starts to wander to the middle of the ring, and you approach as well.
>The ref walks between the two of you, but he does little to break your line of sight as the two of you stare each other down.
>"Alright, keep this shit clean. You got that?"
>Anonymous smirks
>"Clean is all I do, love." he says confidently
>You chortle
"I can do a lot more~," you say sensually, "But I'll stick to clean in this arena."
>Anonymous chuckles
>"I can't wait to see it."
>You smirk back
"The feeling is mutual." you retort.
>The ref pushes your gloves together, which requires Anonymous to bend down.
>He separates them and the two of you get into position.
>Let's go.

>>30196129
>The sound of the bell chimes through the arena before being drowned about by the excitement of the crowd.
>Anonymous immediately lowers his stance and puts up his fists.
>You begin to hop about on your hind legs, keeping yourself moving.
>He shuffles across from you as the two of you circle each other like wild animals.
>The two of you begin getting closer to each other. You have entered the dangerous range of those powerful arms.
>But he is just as threatened by your lightning jabs.
>He smiles at you from between his gloves.
>He chuckles
"What's so funny, big guy?" you ask while squinting.
>"Usually when a fighter 'hits the floor' it means he's losing. But in this case I'll be winning!"
>He chuckles to himself again.
>It takes you a moment to understand the pun.
"Wow, that was... really lame." you say with a stifled giggle.
>You know he's kind of a strange guy, but he's seriously making corny jokes in the middle of a championship match?
>Suddenly he stands totally erect in an intense pose.
>He drops his guard and points with one glove.
>"You ready to do this thing?"
>Cocky bastard.
"Oh I'm more than ready, sweetheart." you respond, "But you can't handle a girl like me."
>He scoffs, cracking his neck.
>"I know how to deal with troublemakers like you, love." he says confidently, "I'll take care of you, don't you worry."
>You smile.
"I look forward to seeing you try."
>"Good... maybe I'll even try after this match."
>You smile mischievously.
"Only if you win."
>He gets back into fighting stance.
>"Good. It'll be a nice consolation prize for you."
>You lick your lips.
>Now comes the best part.

>>30196281
>The true battle begins when the two fighters enter their comfortable stances. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GhvIoZgRCpE
>For Anonymous this is a loose sort of monkey stance with his arms off to his sides.
>It makes him seem wide open, but that doesn't fool you.
>Still, he has a lot of reach on you. If you try to keep your distance it will put you at a disadvantage.
>Your only real option is to get in his face and keep the battle in your reach.
>He's big, so he's got power on his side.
>But you've got the fastest hooves that have ever entered a ring, and you're not intimidated.
>You push forwards, right into his grasp.
>Immediately he brings his arm swing in from the side.
>Haymakers aren't very common in the sport anymore and for good reason.
>It leaves his body open for a good bashing.
>He needs to swing downwards at you, so that means the only direction is up.
>You hop into the air, dodging his swinging fist. The first blow that lands is from you as you crack a lightning blow against his cheek, making his head swing to the left.
>You followup with a hard gut shot on the way down, making him double over.
>When your hooves hit the ground again you've already launched yourself at him with a second followup jab.
>The hits appear to take effect, and your third jab should knock him off balance.
>As your jab heads straight for his lowered head, something fills your peripheral vision.
>A red blur comes flying towards you at immense speed, causing you to abandon the jab and hit the mat instead.
>Anonymous's fist soars over your head so quickly you feel the air rush over you.
>You look up to see the giant carried by the inertia of the punch. He spins with the punch to deliver his next fist after a full 360.
>You jump to the left making Anonymous slam his fist into the canvas floor.
>What kind of bizarre fighting style is THAT?
>He stands erect again, letting his arms sway at his sides as he jumps back and fourth on each foot.

>>30196384
>He bobs back and fourth with confidence. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lcE4-6QGgpc
>Suddenly he feels like more than a threat than you thought.
>That second haymaker had more speed than you imagined a beast his size is capable of.
>But his unconventional tactics make up for any faults you might have seen.
>He lifts his arms up in a shrug and stops bouncing.
>"What's wrong? You thought I was gonna make this easy for ya?"
>You smirk
"You must really want to take me out, big guy. Guess I can't hold back."
>He laughs.
>"Oh yes, my lust is quite insatiable." he responds with a dirty look, "So you'll have to forgive me for this next part."
>Suddenly he dives at you in a blur.
>Before you can react he has twisted into a massive windup directly in front of you.
>You dart to the right to narrowly avoid another wide sweep.
>His back turns to you as he twists through the air, but it really just lets him send a backhanded swipe at you with his other hand.
>You jump backwards so avoid letting his fist connect.
>He spins through the air and somehow ends up landing on his feet after another full 360.
>Suddenly his arms retract into a more trained stance as he legs spread apart.
>He sends a drilling punch at you with little down time.
>His reaction speeds are impressive, but you're not a slouch.
>You charge through his punch and aim for his abdomen.
>As soon as your jab gets close his arms retract like lightning forming a perfect block.
>He pushes off your jab and retorts with his own, prompting your own block.
>When he makes contact you feel yourself getting knocked backwards.
>You fly towards the ropes before grinding your hooves against the ground.
>You stop yourself from being bashed into the ropes as he returns to his goofy stance.
>He lets you catch your breath.
"Okay..." you say, determination building, "No more Mrs. Nice mare."
>You begin to bounce up and down.
"You ready monkey boy?"
>He continues to smile.
>"Always ready, pony girl."

>>30196589
>Comeback time. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aNQvLECht08
>You tighten your stance and move your hooves even quicker.
>He comes at you again, fists wildly swinging.
>Once he gets into your range, your hooves stop.
>You keep your hooves planted to stabilize yourself, allowing the fist to connect with your block.
>As you thought it interrupts his spin, giving you an opening.
>You do a short, calculated hop to get into range, then begin firing jabs on all cylinders.
>He can't react in time, your movements are too quick.
>He takes several blasts to the gut before you move in for the kill.
>You push forwards into an upper cut, aiming for his perfect jaw.
>One clean hoof should knock him into a dizzy spell.
>You jump into the uppercut. He's doubled over from the previous blows, and it makes his head easy prey.
>He suddenly bends backwards.
>He arches his back so that his head flings backwards in an impressive display of balance.
>You overreach and end up soaring a bit over him.
>Even arched back he manages to pull back into a huge wind up.
>You've gone airborne.
>You can't dodge.
>He stares into your eyes as the world seems to move in slow motion.
>He winks.
>"Say hi to the sandman, sweetheart."
>You put up your hooves to block, but it's too late.
>His fist flies towards you and breaks through your block instantly
>Everything gets blurry, and you're flung against the pole in your corner.
>You lay at the bottom of the post, your vision heavily blurred.
>The muffled sound of a bell rings in the background, and the griffin ref begins to shout
>"TECHNICAL KNOCKOUT! The winner is Anonymous!" he says, still fuzzy to your ringing ears.
>The crowd goes wild and Anonymous approaches you.
>He crouches above you.
>"Guess I won the right to take you out, huh?" he says, his face getting closer.
"I guess so..." you say, looking into his eyes.
>He leans in and the crowd grows distant.
>He gets closer...
>Closer...
>Clos--

>>30196919
>Your eyes open up to the world, and you suddenly realize where you are.
>The birds outside your window coo softly to one another without any regard to your beauty sleep.
>Well... regular sleep.
>The drool spot on the pillow you're currently spooning has grown to an embarrassing size.
>You... kiss with a lot of tongue.
>Your dvd player sits in the corner attached to an old CRT.
>The menu of season two of 'Combat Soul' sits on repeat.
>You sit up and stretch in bed.
>Your dreams get a bit... eccentric if you watch anime too closely to bed time.
>But, really, what do you care?
>You roll out of bed with a grunt and flop to the ground face first.
>For a few seconds you lie there in your sorry state.
>Getting up is the worst part of the day.
>You roll over onto your back.
>You stare at your ceiling with little motivation to do much else.
>You let out a hefty sigh.
>What's the point in being awake when dreams are so much...
>Well, it doesn't matter.
>You slowly get up and lethargically move towards the bathroom.
>You trot in front of the mirror and look into those tired eyes you're so familiar with.
>Another sigh escapes your lips.
>Those eyes don't belong to a boxer.
>Or a great warrior, or a princess.
>They just belong to... well...
>You.
>You brush your teeth slowly and rinse.
>Part of you wants to sleep again, and you don't have much else to do...
>...
>Hmm...
>No. Anon wouldn't be happy to see you stagnating that hard.
>Maybe you should make breakfast... or something.
>You lift up and smell the tank top you're wearing.
>Its previous owner's musk still preserved, even now.
>It brings you a little comfort, even when facing yourself.

riggy

riggy you are so beautiful

>>30197216
T-thank riggy. My power is restored.

>>30197216
>a dream update
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

>>30197216
YESSSSSsss

>>30197216
This update is a new level of bullshit.

>>30198962
>>30197677
Quit whining, it's not that bad.

>>30198972
>not that bad.
Yeah, it's even worse.
rig gone mad.

>>30198981
>>30198962
>>30197677
Riggy, don't listen to these fools.

>>30197216
Which horse is he gonna fug? All of them?

>>30199018
It's a type of green where you can insert yourself in perfect popular beautiful and totally not failure amazing person and fuck them all. And everybody wants your dick for no particular reason at all. Isn't it great?

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>>30199148
>insert yourself
Anon is a good name

Anon is everyone

Anon is you, Anon is me

He's a character who's personality can shift depending on the writer.

We may all have a different story to tell, but one thing will always be shared.

Anon

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>>30200752
this

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>>30200575
>you will never

>>30199148
>anon is always a Mary-sue
Have you actually read any anon stories by good writers? A lot of anons have personalities all their own, with strengths and weaknesses, like any character.
Anon isn't the problem, it's the writer that determines how good a character he is.

>>30200752
>>30201410
I'm talking about this story, not about all the greens, of course I know there are good ones out there.

>>30198163
this

>>30203816

>>30204900

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>>30201920
>good ones out there.
Name one.

Are we gonna be dead now?

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>>30206888
No, just waiting.

>>30207518

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>>30206888
Post /fit/ mare anon

>>30209031
No

>>30206920
this gif reminds me of RolePonies, which I literally just watched like an hour ago.
>wait I've got 3 throwing axes? fuck yea!

>>30210358
I mean the artist is omegaozone, so it makes sense.

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>>30211438
Again.

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Anybody still in here? How do we get some life back in this thread?

>>30213147
Post green thats how

>>30213488
But I can't write.

>>30213494
Everyone can write, Anon. You just have to try and believe.

>>30214123
This.

>>30214123
do i have to belive in the power of frienship too? Maybe even get some friends to cheer me on the sidelines?

>>30215469
You've already got friends, Anon. Right here on this thread.

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>>30215485
Even if they're in your head.

Ripperoni in rigatone

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Any anons here motivated by these threads to get /fit/? I used to spend a lot more time at the gym, and the thought of turning on a poner always inspires me to go more often.

>>30200752
Good post.