Nightly Scilight Thread #140

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BEST
E
S
T

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thumb in bum

say nice things about your writefu

>>30224073
I haven't gone to bed >:^( you donks
good choice with the OP btw

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T H R E E
S C O O P S

>>30224142
Thanks, m8ty, I thought you were asleep.

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>>30224085
She really is the best thing to have come out of anything related to /nst/, or the board in general. MLP. This site. Hell, all of fiction. All of human knowledge, even. Treehugger is simply "BEST". No matter how you slice it, everything leads back to this weed pony and the indisputable Bestness of her nature.

Taking /nst/, we can see that even the act of drugging and raping a minor is, for Treehugger, an unconditional act of Bestness. Not often can one engage in morally upstanding, drug-induced rape, yet Treehugger was able to make it a Good Rape. Not even Bill Cosby, beloved children's icon, could drug and rape minors in so caring and ethical a manner. The only conclusion one can draw here is that Treehugger is one of those special entities that is in themselves a good, something akin to a Christ or Trump figure who can do no wrong.

In the show, this quality is shown once more. Despite clearly sleeping with Fluttershy and performing all kinds of kinky, drug-induced sex acts on her—Discord's live-in girlfriend and soon-to-be-mother of his child—Treehugger is able to not only right all wrongs by the end of her episode, but prove that her wrongs were rights and the rights of others were in fact wrongs. Discord's jealousy over having his waifu violated in every hole by a filthy hippie is proven to be unjustified. Even further he is superseded when Treehugger solves the Smooze issue by herself, singing out the amniotic song of creation's stasis in the womb: clearly, her powers exceed even those of a god of chaos, for he is made both useless and utterly cucked by this Best Pony.

Taking these immutable qualities of Bestness that Treehugger has, we can see that she manifests herself in many forms, in many works, though of course never quite as perfect as in MLP where her true form has finally been attained after 13.8 billion years of evolution.

Is boringlight finished yet?

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>>30224215
Ironic, she can best all wrongs but not her own depression from falling in love with the victim, no, the favoured of such a good rape.
>>30224347
Maybe.

Reminder that if your waifu is not orange then she is pure trash
TRASH

>>30224630
Fuck off appel fag

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>>30225020
It's just the truth, partner
Look how breedable the two orange horsepeople are compared to the nasty purple one on the left

>>30225042
One fucks her brother and the other is a roastie

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>>30225110
I demand evidence for these wild accusations

>>30224109
Is there a lewd version of this?

>>30225156
> "Boy howdy do I love gargling my big brother's big cock, Ye-haw"

>>30224073
I want to steel Twilight's glasses and wear then to gain her powers

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>>30225335

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>>30225156
>"Oh, hi Anon, are you hungry? You sure seem like it."
"Yeah, well, I forgot to bring lunch and I was wondering if you could maybe share yours with me."
>"Okay, just let me grab another ration"
>She grabs a bun.
>Pulls it down her skirt at what you imagine is crotch level.
>"Oh, this is a biggie!"
>Hands it to you.
>pic related.

>>30226296
that picture really wants to make me vomit

>>30227442
I want to adopt that QT

>>30226842
That's your average roastie.

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You worthelss scum, i hope you all die. You cannot escape from the truth.
You will die, you will die a horrible death.
And then /mlp/ will sing for its free from the parasyte that you all are!
Die NST!
DIE!
Die you scum!
DIE!
DIE!
DIE NST!
YOU WILL DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

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what the hell is going on in this thread lmao

>>30229005
Shut up, bitch, you're not real

>>30229019
Autism, NoHooves

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>>30229019
Thread's close

Go ride a dick

>>30229019
People are calling your waifu a degenerate and I am calling Sunset a roastie.

>>30229057
You are wrong
Appul is pure and Sunset is a precious cinnamon roll with a completely unsoiled vagina

>>30224073
All waifus are pure
RRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE

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>>30229068
>Sunset is a precious cinnamon roll with a completely unsoiled vagina
idk man
i think her vagina is pretty raw from all the scissoring she did with glimmy

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>>30229096
Not all
Some took the deep dicc

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>>30229068
>Appul is pure
Are you sure about that?

>>30229103
>i think her vagina is pretty raw from all the scissoring she did with glimmy

Don't you do this to me.

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>>30229124
Of course
How could I have forgotten about her wife?

>>30229103
>>30229124
Please delet.

>>30229130
To borrow Rarity's line:

All Applejacks across the multiverse range from "incredibly pure" to "outrageously pure." There are no impure Applejacks.

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>>30229156
>no Applejack ever breeds
What a waste

>>30229068
>Non-canon bisexual.
>Ex top bitch.
>Unsoiled vagina.
Pick one and only one.

>>30229130
Holy shit, why would they animate dykeshit into a movie for kids, what the fuck?

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>>30229019
We have rediscovered our roots.
Stacy's are thots and roasties and should be gassed, this is the second universal truth, surpassed only by BEST.

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>>30229278
Oh God, this needs an edit.

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>>30229227
They're absolute madmen

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>>30226296

>>30229274
Treehugger did nothing wrong. BEST.

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>>30229490

>>30229490
its a blue board anon
did you forget?

>>30226296
>Go to Sunslut's Sushi place expecting some nice fish
> Get a roast beef sandwich instead

>>30229391
ive seen that edit before
pretty sure its on derpibooru
i'd look it up myself but I am on my phone

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I propose a once-in-a-lifetime event when Mirror Magic airs and all three generals come together for a single thread.

>>30229103
Someone needs to vectorize this.

>>30233320
I propose making a separate thread an then linking said thread to the three generals so that the Glimmerfags and us can call the Shimmerniggers faggots for the entire duration of that thread.

>>30233808
I like to think that not every Glimmer fan is a shitter.

I wish I could be proven right...

>>30233942
Not a Glimmer fan, I just don't dislike the character.

>>30234047
I want to fuck Traplight Glimmy while she moans random quotes from Tolstoy

>>30234169
Trixie shouldn't you be at school?

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>>30234733
>>30234169
"Fuck! Glimm, I want to cum!
>You are almost on the edge and she still hasn't had an orgasm.
>The tightness of her pussy reminds you of the suction power of a vacuum pump connected to a Kitasato flask.
"Hurry up, say something!"
>"Everything comes in time to him who knows how to wait"
>Yes, it's working! You can feel her calming voice get through you.
>"There is nothing stronger than these two: patience and time, they will do it all."
"Ahh, thanks Glimm, that was a close call."
>To be honest, you still don't understand if it's her voice that calms you or the fact that she is quoting a Russian philosopher that has been deceased for more than a 100 years while you have your dick inside her.
>You don't really want to think about it anyway.
>"Pazhalsta."

Finally, I have broken free from my autism and I can finally start writing. Might write something for /enestee/ on the next months.

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>>30228999 >>30230896 >>30235402

>>30235487
Cute in concept but the drawing is just...ugh.

>>30235498
agree.
here is the full pic by the way: https://derpibooru.org/1190857

>>30234748
that pic always gets my dick going

>you'll never be Twilight's internet boyfriend
>she'll never vehemently defend the fact that you exist
>she'll never show everyone your dick pics to prove you're real
>you'll never meet her after months of online discussion
>it'll never be the most awkward lunch date of your life
>you'll never laugh about it with her years later.

>>30235654
That stings.

>>30234748
>You will never hate fuck a commie Starlight.

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>>30235654
This hurts, but it makes pic related more relevant to me.
Copied for future green.

>>30235654
>>30236994
"Twilight how does that rainbow haired girl know how big my dick is?"
>"I-I dunno I mean I totally did not show my friends the pics you sent me to prove you're real.. Nonsense."

>>30236994
>That pic again.
Oh, turns out the finger thing wasn't as retarded as I thought it was.
Might read that FimFic later.

>>30237151
Is it a sunlight fic?

>>30237184
Da.
Haven't read a FimFic in a while and Sunlight is getting a little tiresome to read but I might give it a try, seems pretty depressing.
Name is, literally, as opposed to figuratively, "Fractured Sunlight"

>>30237268
Eh, who knows. I can always hope for a heterosexual Scilight story.

>>30237300
get the fuck out of this general you piece of literal shit

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>>30237365
It has come true.

>>30237415
>That thread.
>Couldn't even write down "The".
Gold.

>>30237415
>You will never help her get out of her abusive family.

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>>30237365
Y-you too, and no I won't, you've really made my day.

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>>30224073
Any greens with very pushy twiggy? Or even midnight, I guess
Her taking the lead

>>30237481
>After helping Twi escaping through her window. you figured it wasn't the wisest thing to have her stay at your place for long period of time because of her crazy parents.
>You look through the records and find out Velvet was married to a "Nightlight" also Twi has older brother named "Shining Armor" who both live in the state.
>Twi is surprised hearing this she never knew about Nightlight or Shining Armor
>You find the address to Nightlight's house and knock the door and see a middle age man.
>You both explain the situation and Nightlight starts crying.
>He starts hugging Twilight which freaks her out then Nightlight tells you that Velvet told him she had a miscarriage and lost the baby 17 years ago.

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>>30237573
Bullylight?
It will never be finished though.
>>30237588
>Pic related

>>30237608
Nothing else femdom-ish?
I'd search myself but the bin is so messy, there's no tags or anything

>>30237608
I still don't know what the pic means.

>>30237624
loss

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>>30237624
It's loss.
If you don't know what loss means I am going to have to tell you to lurk moar.

>>30237629
Holy shit after more than a year I finally figured it out. I'm such a fucking dumbass.

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>>30237588
Go on...

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>>30237642
fat and no penis

>>30237896
>Fat.
That's thicc, not even chubby, you plebian cunt.
>No penis.
I agree, that's a detractor for me, too.
Alway rember, if she breathe, she a thot.

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>>30225042

>"Uhhh, mmm... Anon? W-what are you doing after school?"
>You’re caught a bit off guard at the sudden voice from behind, and so you momentarily freeze upon realizing two distinct things.
>One: you don’t recognize that voice.
>Two: somebody’s actually talking to you at lunch.
>You close the locker and promptly turn around to see a pair of scared, purple eyes looking up at you.
>They belong to none other than Twilight Sparkle, honor roll student and adjacent locker mate.
>”Ehhehehe…” she chuckles, a bit of sweat showing on her forehead.
>You shake yourself awake and lean back onto your locker, giving a warm smile down at the sophomore once you’re comfortable.
“Nothing much, what’s up?”
>Her eyes flicker between you and someone just out of sight, though the stranger is quick and scuttles just out of sight as you turn.
>Once she realizes that she’s all on her own, Twilight sighs before mustering her courage and giving you a shaky smile.
>”I… Uhhh, was just wondering i-if...”
>She takes a moment to rub her arm with gusto, her eyes now staring pointedly at the floor.
>”If you’d mind sitting next to me during tonight’s soccer game…”
>...
“What?”
>”Aheh!” Twilight nervously giggles while beginning to rub her arm with renewed gusto as her voice grows frantic.
>“None of my other friends are going, you see, and I really, really don’t wanna’ go alone, s-so I was wondering…”
>You wait a moment for her to continue, but she remains quiet while stealing glances at you.
>You raise a brow and give her a lopsided smile.
“Never thought you liked soccer, Twilight.”
>You expected a small chuckle from that, but she just begins to rub the back of her head.
>”Uh, I’m really not… It’s just t-that, you know, Rainbow Dash is captain, and she always wants us to come and cheer her on…”
>Twilight’s eyes are alight with near-tangible fear and hope, her bottom lip slightly trembling as she now stares at you.

Continue?

>>30238930
ye

NEETlight when?

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>>30238930
mor

>>30238930
>God, the sheer trepidation on this girl is just adorable
>And it’s enough to make you smile like a retard.
>You chuckle and give her a nod.
“Sounds good, I’ll see you there!”
>Her eyes remain on the ground, a hurt look overtaking them as she begins to speak.
>”No, it’s fine, really, thanks fo—”
>Your smile is quickly replaced with a grimace as she speaks, though it’s quickly replaced with confusion as Twilight looks up, her eyes alight with amazement and pure joy.
>”Wait, really!?”
>You stare at her for a moment before bursting out in a hearty laugh, of which echoes through the halls; all of the previous students having either entered the lunchroom or have gone to their favorite eating spots.
>And then you hear it a moment later.
>Twilight’s laughter.
>This is the first time you’ve heard her laughter outside of her being around her small group of usual friends, and, well, it’s heartwarming to say the least.
>You can’t help but stare for a moment, mind going off to past thoughts of another sophomore whose scratchy laugh was once your daily goal to hear.
>You’re snapped from your reverie when Twilight’s laugh come to an eventual end, her eyes still locked on you as she clasps her hands together while pivoting from one foot to the other.
>You move yourself off of the locker and begin to head off to your usual eating spot, but not before giving her shoulder a playful backhand.
“See you there?”
>You glance over your shoulder to see Twilight waving like a madwoman as the same smile adorns her face, “Yeah, see you then!”
>She quickly turns around before nearly sprinting down the hallway and rushing into the lunchroom, of which all her friends always ate in.
>You walk for several minutes in complete silence, though your mind is far from peaceful.
>You wonder what her friends will tell about you, should she tell them of the possibly budding friendship.
>Especially her.

>>30239667
“...Where the hell is everyone?”
>Your eyes dart around the near-barren bleachers and snack stands for any familiar faces that would care for a talk, but all are either sick of your shit or are complete strangers.
>Well shit.
>At least the field isn’t so bad, and the bleachers even offer a good view.
>Shrugging, you find a corner seat at the bottom of the bleachers and whip out your phone, though you quickly realize how fruitless the endeavor is when you realize just how small your list of friends who want to talk is.
>Maybe you could find a good story?
>Hmm…
>You look back up to see if there are any amicable faces among the crowd, though you’re only met with the impassive faces of the teachers and parents.
>Windy Whistles gives you an energetic wave, though, followed by her shaking her husband’s shoulder.
>He gives you a solid nod with just a trace of a smile.
>You smile and wave to both of them before looking back at your device, feigning interest in the thing.
>You sigh at the ultimate truth that nobody’s willing to talk to lil’ old Anon.
>Seems you’re back to your least-favorite masochistic hobby: browsing fanfiction.net in hopes that at least one story will turn out good.
>...
>......
>Huh.
>Shit, shit, and even more shit.
>Like, you’ve read some shit in your days, but the stories you’ve just read bordered on furry cock vore mixed with angsty self-inserts.
>You think the worst one consisted of a plot where someone continually forced a woman to give birth and having her ki—
>”Hey, Anon!”

>>30239677
>You flinch at the closeness of the voice, nearly dropping your phone while you’re at it.
>The sun has started going down, leaving the field and bleachers in a nice, orange haze, though the sun is directly behind Twilight’s head, so you’re forced to squint up at her.
>”Heh heh, oops…”
>You pocket the outdated gadget before looking up at Twilight, a relieved smile now on your mug.
“Got worried you wouldn’t show, you know?”
>”I-it’s only five minutes ‘till it starts…” she offers with a slight rub to the back of her neck, keeping eye contact all the while as she grinds the tip of her shoe into the ground in a nervous fashion.
>You give her a lopsided smile.
“Just pulling your leg, Twilight. C’mon,” you say with a pat to the open bit of metal bleacher next to you, “sit down and enjoy the absolutely riveting sight that is soccer.”
>You turn to said field and give out a silent ‘Woot!’ before turning back to Twilight, a deadpan look now on your face.
>Twilight gives out a small giggle at that before she plops herself down beside you.
>”Well, I mean, it hasn’t even started yet,” she says while shooting you a small smile.
“But isn’t all soccer like this?” you say while scratching your head and going to steal a look at the captain as she does a small practice with one of her comrades. “Watching two people kick a ball back and forth while you eat overpriced nachos and cheap beer?”
>Twilight shrugs at that before a look of recognition crosses her face.
>”Have you ever even been to a soccer game, Anon?”
>You run a hand through your hair, eyes meandering up towards the sky as you give a light shrug.
“Maybe.”
>“Ooohooo,” Twilight cooes before tugging at the sleeve of your letterman, “Are you in for a treat, Anon!”
>You glance over at her hands, of which she quickly retracts with a small chuckle, though she continues on with the same amount of excitement.

>>30239683
>”You haven’t lived until you’ve seen Dash play, she’s like an animal!”
>Both of your heads snap to attention as the shrill cry of a whistle echoes throughout the field and beyond.
>They’re beginning the anthem to the Equestrian flag.
>Standing with the rest of the bleachers, you place your hand over your heart and begin to sing along, comforted by the fact that there’s someone familiar next to you.
>Well, familiar as you two can be with the handful of conversations you’ve had, but it’s a level of familiarity nonetheless.
>...God that sounds pathetic.
>The anthem soon ends and you take your seat, only to see Twilight sneak a peek at her phone.
>She snaps her fingers and turns to you with one brow raised
>”Hey, wanna’ grab some snacks?”
>A low hum escapes your throat as you try to remember exactly how much is in your wallet.
>Nine, maybe twelve dollars?
>Should be enough for a nice pretzel.
>You shrug and nod.
“Sure, but let’s wait until the first goal, though.”
>Twilight nods and pockets her phone, letting the moment pass as you two begin to watch the sport in earnest.
>And, much to your surprise, the first score is made in rapid succession, a mad blitz by the opposing team to your goal.
>Your side of the bleachers is deathly silent, nobody really expecting the first goal to be made in under a minute, but you’re quick to join in on the motivational cheer done by the cheerleaders.
>You remember this one by heart, despite your rather long hiatus from any school sporting event.
>Your booming voice is only matched by that of Celestia, her sister, and Dash’s parents.
>When you finish the cheer and take your seat, however, you notice Twilight trying to make herself a small figure as possible, leaning further and further into herself while she blushes heavily.
“Something wrong, Twilight?”
>Her eyes go wide for a moment before she springs back up in her seat, eyes now on you as she realizes that the cheering is over.

>>30239687
>”Just got a little nervous, I guess. Heh heh…”
>You give the young woman another lopsided grin before lightly slapping her shoulder with a chuckle.
“And here I was thinking you wanted us to cheer Dash on.”


Well, that's all I have written. I'll continue it if anyone likes it, and sorry for any mistakes I've made, this is my first time posting green. Oh, and major thanks to those two Anons yesterday who encouraged me to start writing yesterday in the, "Sum up why you're here in one image" thread. I'd buy you two a beer any day.

>>30229120
PLENTY

OF

ROOM

FOR

CREAM

PIES

>>30239687
>>30239702
Please continue this.

>>30239702
Well, I'm interested. It's always cool seeing green, especially here, and I would have assumed you were a seasoned writefag. Maybe we'll get some life in this thread.

>>30239702
I gotta run in a few minutes but I will definitely read this when I get back.

>>30239702
>Her blush returns as her eyes dart from side to side, her fingers now lightly slapping her cheeks as she lets out a weird mixture of a giggle and a nervous groan.
>”Well, I, uhhh… You see!”
>You stare a moment longer before standing up with a chuckle, idly gesturing towards the nearby snack shack with a flick of your head.
“How about snacks, then existential crisis?”
>Twilight’s cheek slapping comes to an abrupt halt, her purple eyes now looking up at you.
>Ever so slowly do her hands fall to her sides as she makes to stand, though she’s now rubbing her arm again.
>”T-that’d be preferable…”
>And so you two make way for the snack shack, though both of you are far too wrapt with the furious game of soccer that’s just to your left, there never being a dull moment as people are sent flying nearly as much as the ball.
>Just as you’re third in line, however, the sound of polyester meeting flesh makes you chuckle.
“Woah, you see that?”
>You point at the laid out player, one underclassman which you can’t name at the moment, letting out a low whistle as you admire the new shade of purple his face is wearing.
>She looks nervously at the young woman before noticing that the player shoots a thumbs up to nobody in particular, much to the joy of both of the bleachers.
>She lets out a held in breath before adopting a cocky smile.
>”Told you it was a treat!”
“Heh, guess you were right, must’ve just forgotten how good these events are.”
>Twilight looks up at that, eyes somewhat wide as she looks up at you.
>”I never knew you came to any of the games.”
>You smile at her and shrug while looking at the captain talking to the downed player, a temporary pause in the game having been called to see if the girl had, despite her thumbs up, received a concussion.
“You must’ve forgotten that I’ve been here four years, and you’ve been here what, little over half of one?”

>>30241591
>You chuckle and move up in the line, now second place alongside Twilight.
“Hell, I was here when the soccer program just got started, was there at their first game too.”
>”Oh yeah, didn’t we somehow make state three years back?”
>You correct her with an upheld finger while turning back to her.
“Six, actually, but yeah, it was rea—”
>”Wait, six years? How have you been here six years?”

>Eh?
>You shake your head at the sudden interruption before returning eyes on the game as it starts anew.
“My dad’s Handy.”
>You hoped that your dismissive flick of the hand and quick explanation would’ve been enough, but Twilight merely looks at you as if you’d started speaking Russian.
>”Uhhh….”
>Oh for God’s sake.
“Handy, that’s his name, ring a bell?”
>”...The janitor?”
>Her confusion subsides quickly, but in its place you find reason to slightly hang your head and break eye contact with the field, now finding the parking lot much more interesting.
”Yeah, listen, it’s a long story. Mind if we don’t talk about this right now?”
>Detecting your apparent shame and reluctance to go in further detail, Twilight nods before turning back to the line.
>There comes a slight tug at your sleeve, followed by you realizing that it’s your time to order.
>You do so quickly enough, ordering a pretzel with some cheese while Twilight orders a blue snow cone and a small bag of cool ranch chips.
>You two take your seats again without much hassle before both digging in.
>Just as you’re stuffing your mouth full of fattening bread and cheese, however, there comes a nagging feeling in the back of your skull.
>It’s almost as if you’re forgetting something…
>You turn to your side and immediately remember, already moving to tear off a sizable bit of pretzel and dip it in the divine sauce.
>She accepts with a smile and a proper thanks before plopping the whole thing in her mouth...

>>30241602

>And then she subsequently melts into her chair, slumping back with a satisfied moan, of which sounded an awful lot like a ‘thank you’.
>You two watch the game in relative silence for a while, though you finish your snack all too soon.
>Thoughts of suicide appear in the place of your warm cheese.
>You glance over to see Twilight working on her bag of cool ranch tortilla chips, of which you nod at with a thumbs up.
“Best flavor, excellent choice.”
>”Uhhh, nacho cheese is better.”
>You take a deep breath in and clap your hands together.
“Boy.”
>”What?”
“Cool ranch is objectively better, nacho cheese tastes like rancid ass smeared on a chip.”
>She actually chokes on that one, though you’re not sure if it’s in laughter or shock.


>You pat her back to help her through it at any rate.
>”Thanks,” she offers once she’s regained full control of her faculties, though her voice does sound a little hoarse.
>You don’t wait before making to stand, hoping that you’ve enough money for what you’ve got in mind.
“Be right back.”
>And so you leave Twilight back to her own machinations, silently hoping that she doesn’t manage to choke to death while you’re gone.
>The snack shack is thankfully less busy when you arrive for the second time, and you’re left with five dollars in pocket as you make way back to Twilight, angrily grumbling to yourself all the while.
“Dollar fiddy for a Goddamned water bottle… Fuckin kikes.”
>When you reach your seat, however, you realize that someone’s taken your seat.
>A very unwelcome someone.
>You merely stare at the young man below you, gaze unflinching as his eyes meet your own.
>His face, usually one of carefree joy or thoughtlessness, is now one of a solemn demeanor.
>”Anon.”
>Your sneer at the bearded manchild as he makes to stand from your seat.
“Grizz.”

>>30241615
>”Was just saying hi to Twilight.”
>Your eyes flash to Twilight, of whom is rubbing her arm furiously and glancing between you and Grizz.
>”Wanted to make sure she was alright.”
>You raise an eyebrow at him.
>”Because that’s what friends do, Anon. They care about each other.”
>You nudge your head to the rest of the open bleachers and before speaking in a low voice.
“Get the fuck outta’ here, Grizz.”
>He holds up two hands in a placating manner, a shit-eating smile on his face as he begins to fake shiver.
>”Ooo, scary. What’cha gonna do, fight me?”
>He shows his yellowing teeth in a bigger smile, one which you don’t return.
>”We know who’ll win if you do.”
>Stupid cunt..
>You glance at Twilight, her eyes now locked onto yours.
>She may not be saying it, but she’s silently pleading for this to end.
>You take another look at manchild, of whom is still holding that shit-eating smile.


>You sneer and shake your head.
>Any other day and you would’ve cursed this sperg into oblivion.
“Yeah, sure, if that’s what you wanna’ think.”
>You gesture to the side and lean back against the railing, adopting a neutral face again.
“We’re waiting.”
>Grizz blinks before turning to see the nervous faces of Twilight, several other sophomores and freshman, along with a few juniors who shoot you both skeptical looks from on the bleachers.
>He smiles at you before making a tactical retreat to the other side of the bleachers, not another word spoken as he sits down among the few seniors that would have him.
>You curse under your breath before retaking your seat next to Twilight, making quick to offer her the water.
“You sounded thirsty. Drink?”
>She stares at the drink for several moments, then back at you, then back at the drink.
>Your breath stops as she moves to shake her head, though she eventually goes against her initial decision and takes the drink.
>”Thanks.”

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C-could it possibly be? The thing which comes only once every 10 thousand years.... a new writefag?!

>>30241624
>Her voice is weak and somewhat weary, though you can’t possibly imagine why.
>Unless…
“He didn’t say anything bad about me, did he?”
>She finishes taking a drink before managing to muster the courage to look at you, her eyes slightly wide at this.
>”N-no, he just kind’a… Introduced himself, asked if I was doing alright?”
>Her tone tells you that she’s as unsure as you.
>...Huh.
“Ehrm, sorry that you had to see that…”
>Silence for a moment, then a slightly nervous voice.
>”It’s fine.”
>You breath a sigh of relief when realizing that it’s the usual nervousness that accompanies the young woman, and not one that’s fearful for any actual reason.
>Back to square on—
>A roar from the crowd around you forces both of you to look up from the floor and see the mass of uniforms as they scramble into well-rehearsed formations, the ball currently switching possession faster than you can keep track of.
>You glance at the scoreboard.
>1-1.
>Well, shit.
>And the time?
>Fifteen minutes left in the first half.
>Time sure does fly.
>Seems that you quickly realize why everyone on the bleachers, for both sides at that, is standing up and cheering their hearts out.
>The ball is constantly stolen, recaptured, and then stolen again as younglings crash into each other at an astonishing rate, yourself nodding several times as shins are kicked into submission while ‘missing’ the ball.
>And, surprisingly enough, there’s a distinct lack of injuries on the soccer field.
>Unsurprisingly enough, you find yourself cheering as a few familiar faces get the ball ‘this’ close from shooting into the enemy’s net, though, either by bad luck or clear skill on the goalie’s part, none of them enter.

>>30241641
>Just as you feel a bit of the momentum shift in the opposition’s favor, however, you feel something swell within your chest as a silent, yet profoundly loud in your mind, yet determined voice cheers out just to your side, the young woman now standing besides you.
>It’s something that you’ve not felt in several months.
>School pride.
>Sucking in a great mouthful of air, you let your voice echo throughout the bleachers as a familiar tune rings out from your mouth.
“Wondercolts are what?”
>A moment’s hesitation from the crowd comes, a fair share of eyes now on you, but there comes a reply.
>Oh, there’s a reply all right.
>”RED HOT!”
>You look at the principal and her sisters, smiles adorning their faces as they turn to see you, both of them jumping up and down in place.
>Luna makes an effort to wave around that foam finger she always fucking has at these events, even after all these years.
>Celestia, however, sucks in a breath before shouting out to everyone at your half of the bleachers.
>”Everybody now!”
>You turn to see the faces of Canterlot High School.
>Some are fiercely shouting at the field, any semblance of cohesion in their cheers lost.
>A few talk amongst themselves while absentmindedly pointing at the field and chattering away.
>The majority of them, however, look at you with anticipation.
>No scorn, no suppressed hate, just anticipation of a cheer that’ll give your team the second wind they need.
>It’s almost enough to make your heart flutter.
“WONDERCOLTS ARE WHAT?”
>”RED HOT!”
“WONDERCOLTS ARE WHAT?”
>”RED HOT!”
>And so you lead the glorious bastards through the near-decade old chant, your feet not bouncing you in the air as you pump an arm while beginning on another few cheers that haven’t been said yet this game.
>The cheerleaders were taking a break, but that’s alright.
>You got this one covered.
>Soon enough, however, you notice someone bouncing excitedly right next to you.

>>30241667
>Your smile expands exponentially as you see the sheer joy in Twilight’s eyes, herself now bouncing up and down with the rest of the crowd as the captain goes in for the kill.
>She cheers like a woman possessed, and you can only try to match her at this point, your voice long since gone as the end of the first half nears.
>You still stand with the best of them, but you’re left almost mute by the time your team scores, mere seconds before the half ends.
>The crowd roads, and, for a moment, you wonder if you’ll go deaf.
>You feel as if this is going to be a long, long game…
>Not that you’re complaining.
>You haven’t smiled this much in months.


>>30241627
You bet your ass, Anon. And I'm here to stay, as long as you'll all have me. Writing green, as I've just found out these past few days, is some of the funnest writing I've done to date.

I would say expect more before nightfall, but I don't exactly want this thread to turn into me putting my shit here.

Or is that acceptable and entirely what this thread is for? Dunno'.

>>30241688
Man I wish I had this much fun in high school.

>>30241688
Stlat, do you have Discord? If so, add IceMan#7038, and I'll add you to the writefags group.

>>30241688
You can post all you want m8ty. Completely acceptable as long as you don't burn yourself out.

>>30242999
Hey iceman.

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>>30243058
Hello.

>>30243097
How are doing?

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>>30243103
I'm fine. Kinda hungry because I haven't eaten anything all day.

>>30243113
Then eat something.

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>>30243123
I am. I was in the process of heating up some fried rice my housemate made.

>>30242681
>>30242944
>>30242972
>>30242979
>>30242985
>>30242990
>>30242993
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>>30243113
>>30243201
CUTE

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>>30243201
Update: the fried rice has been consumed.

>>30243462
BULLSHIT

>>30239677
>You think the worst one consisted of a plot where someone continually forced a woman to give birth and having her ki—
Alien: Covenant?
>>30239683
“Watching two people kick a ball back and forth while you eat overpriced nachos and cheap beer?”
I definitely love your Anon.

>>30239702
>this is my first time posting green.
Impressive.

>>30241615
>“Cool ranch is objectively better, nacho cheese tastes like rancid ass smeared on a chip.”
BASED.

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>>30243993
Upon my honor as a writefag, I swear that what I say is true.

>>30241688
>Your cheering days are over, sadly enough.
>The game continues, yes, but there are no longer any truly gripping moments like at the end of the first half.
>Well, that is at least up until the very end.
>”Wooooo!”
>You look at Twilight, her voice somehow still managing to remaining to stay strong after the repeated hours of use.
>Her eyes still show all the joy of a child getting a whole tub of ice cream to himself, but you see the subtle signs of exhaustion on her face.
>Slight bags under the eyes, her blinking is slowed down to a point where she sometimes begins to hold her eyes closed before going back to get stuck in with the cheering, and, hell, she even gives out a yawn at one point before slumping back onto her seat.
>You tap her shoulder before catching her tired eyes.
“Tired?”
>...Your voice.
>Dear God, you sound like some sixty year old smoker that’s on one of anti-smoking commercials late at night.
>”What?”
>Twilight leans close in after shouting back her response, cupping a hand around her ear to help.
>Chuckling, of which sounds an awful lot like Darth Sidious’, you shake your head and wave her off, trying your best to gesticulate that your voice has died.
>She tilts her head at you before reaching down and producing something familiar.
>You raise an eyebrow but take back the water bottle, offering a nod with a smile in place of any words.
>You chug the thing, though are promptly interrupted by the need to clench every orifice as the sound of well over two hundred cheering men and women shakes you to the core.
“Fuck!”
>Your hand slipped on the bottle, and, just like that, you now look like you’ve done and gone pissed yourself.
>Groaning, you make to stand and begin to walk off in hopes of finding a bathroom.
>A tug at your sleeve, however, stays your retreat.
>”What’s wrong, Anon?”
>You take a moment to gesture towards the empty bottle in your hand and the huge wet spot upon your crotch.

>>30244636
>”...Oh yeah, you should probably go get that washed up, huh?’
>She waves you off before returning her attention back to the game, no more than ten minutes on the clock.
>Grumbling, you begin to wander around before eventually finding the sorry excuse for this school’s bathroom.
>Drawings of dicks and white stains adorn the slightly yellow walls, as per usual, but it’s the smell that makes you gag.
>Good God, it’s as if the Pooping Bandit took one in the air vents and left it there to fester, it’s that bad.
>You soldier through it, however, and quickly find yourself patting down your crotch with handfuls of toilet paper.
>The task is done quickly enough, despite your dong feeling a little damp after three drying attempts, and you head outside to come face to face with a sight that you didn’t expect.
>2-2.
“Well, shit…”
>Rubbing the back of your neck, you make way to the forming crowd of CHS students and faculty going to greet the team returning from the field, sweaty hugs and warm congratulations filling the scene.
>Well, if there’s one thing you could always love about the CHS student body, it’s that they were always loving at sporting events, come win or loss.
>When you see a familiar rainbow colored head of hair in the crowd connect with a purple one, you can’t help but chuckle and give a small smile.
>Despite everything, it’s still good to see Dash having a good time, whatever the circumstances may be.
>Former friends all around you continue on this orgy of affection and good nature, but you can’t help but take a step back.
>Close as you are to the action, nobody makes way to greet you.
>A few people give you a nod, but you’re merely standing there with arms crossed and a lopsided smile on your face.
>Slowly, though, it begins to fall.
>People bump into your shoulder, laughter now roaring through the crowd as small groups begin to gather, close knit friends slapping each other on the back or cracking jokes.

>>30244647
>Everyone has a friend else to laugh with, to enjoy this momentary high in life with.
>You take another step back.
>The familiar sight of Rainbow Dash sends your heartbeat spiking again, but this time it’s different.
>You take another step back.
>The man she’s hugging…
>Another step back.
>She’s never given you a hug after that day, no matter how many times you apologized or tried to make it right.
>Two hasty steps back.
>So why would she hug the man who caused it all?
>Why would she trust that stupid cunt?
>You can’t take this anymore.
>The crowd, the smell, the cramped space, it’s all too much.
>Trying to calm your breathing as you make a hasty, yet calm, retreat out of the area, you more or less jam your key into the bike’s lock which keeps it attached to the rack, jingling and twisting the key in a desperate attempt to get it free.
>And come free it does, but you’re still feeling the anxiety like no other.
>You shove the key into your shoe before shoving the lock into your mouth.
>No time to think, just gotta’ get out of here.
>With a few kicks of the leg, thankfully, you are left speeding off into the night’s dark embrace, snarl on your face the entire time as that image plays in your head over and over.
>Why would she even pay attention to you anyway?
>You think back to that day, his words forever engraved into your memory.
>You mutter his familiar words through teeth clenched hard on the metal lock.
>They are slurred, but are all too clear.
”Why are you being such a fucking asshole, Anon? We’re trying to help you, and you keep acting a child!”

Alright, I'm dead, gone like twenty-eight hours or so hours without sleep, all the while writing this, needed to get my sleep schedule back on track anyway. Much love to everyone who's reading, you're all far too kind.

Will continue this tomorrow, that I promise you. And there'll be more Twilight, trust me on that, I've got a plan for all'a this.

>>30244679
Fuck yes, thanks for posting here this has been awesome so far

>>30244679
thanks for the story

>>30244679
Dem feels.

Jeff where are you?

>>30244679
Besides the occasional misspell, you write pretty good, Stlat
Hard to believe it's your first time.

>>30247335
Jeff is in Montana, joining a cult.

>>30247896
which cult

>>30248581
the dc girls fandom

>>30248581
He is in Montana teaching Ubisoft how to properly depict a religious cult.
He is now telling them, and I quote, "I'm gonna make Boko Haram look like a fucking joke".
What a champ.

>>30248972
>Ubisoft
>relevant in any way since Unity

>>30250007
>Unity
>Bad
Take your bad memes away. Best graphics and gameplay since AC1.

>>30250248
>>30250007
And to be clear, I don't like Jewisoft, I just think that Unity gets a lot of bullshit just for having a shitty launch.
Now, Syndicate, that's a fucking piece of hot garbage.

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>Scilight
>Likes Catholic Timber
lol

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Scilight is literally built for sex.

>>30250403
Yes, with her husband Timber

>>30250360
>>30250595
You understand that this bait is ineffective in here because we have an autistic multiverse, right?

>>30244679
>It’s hard to think everything was all so good little under a year ago.
>Friends with damn near everyone on campus, mom would have a hot meal waiting for you everyday, and, most notably, she smiled every time you met eyes.
>Or was it just over a year ago when things weren’t shit?
>...Or are you thinking about literal years or school years?
“I don’t fuckin know.”
>Your own stupid slurring forces yet another bout of mad giggles from you, everything feeling all tingly.
>”Dude, you’re fuckin’ gone.”
>You turn and glare at the woman just beside you, offering a single finger before jabbing her in the ribs, smile on your face all the while.
“Fuck you, you’re way more drunker!”
>Giving a gentle nod while staring at you with a challenging eye, she passes you the glass bottle as large as your head.
>Not daring to stop as you both continue towards the door, you press the thing to your lips and drink like there’s no tomorrow.
>Just then, few voices call out from behind.
>Oh, that’s new.
>You’ve never been called out to chug before.
>Inspired by the new sensation, you continue to glug the thing down until your lungs and burning and your head feels light as a balloon.
>It doesn’t even taste that bad.
>Hell, you’d wager that it tastes more like soda than actual vodka, but with a funny aftertaste.
>The bottle weighs noticeably less when you hand it back to her, though you can’t help but give a drunken giggle at that smile coming down from her.
>She grabs you around the waist before leading you forward towards the back door, your memory now returning to the task at hand.
>Man, this is going to be rad.
>Leaving the blaring music and cacophony of partygoers behind, however, you discover one fact.
>It’s so dark that you can barely see a few feet in front of you.
>She doesn’t give you any time to recover from the disorientation, so you kind of walk without thinking while still in her grasp.
>Oh, hey, a light.
>It’s a campfire.

>>30251355
>No, wait, that requires a camp, right?
>Bonfire?
>No, this one’s too small.
>Er, it’s just a fucking fire, that’s all you know.
>Not a big fire, but one with people sitting around it.
>They seem to be having a good time, giggling while they put something over the fire.
>You presume marshmallows, as even the fire and things around it is blurry.
>Everything’s blurry at this point.
>The arm around you leads you down a stone path, though, so you’re not with much time to oggle at the bright sight.
>But there’s an echo of a voice, barely audible, but audible still.
>Someone shouting in the distance?
>No, wait, it’s getting closer.
>Funny, it sounds familiar.
>You feel her hand slowly move down and to the right, which gets you atten—
>”Anon?”
“Huh?”
>You snap to attention at the newfound face in front of you, trying hard to discern the face amidst the blinding darkness.
>You don’t immediately recognize the blurry face, so you squint at the newcomer’s face for several long, silent moments until you can just make out who exactly the face belongs to.
”Twilight?”
>You adopt a large smile and reach out with a hand to grab and shake her shoulder with gusto, giving out a guffaw as you do.
“Ayyy, wassup? Where ya’ been? Haven’t seen ya’ since the game!”
>Remembering what you were doing, you remove your hand from the sophomore and begin to jab your newest friend in the side repeatedly until she begins to giggle.
“Oh, oh, oh, Tilight! Ya’ gotta’ meet her, her names… Uh…”
>You look up to her with blurry eyes, but there comes no answer, just a smile.
“Yeah, somthin like that... But she’s got a cadillac, Twilight, a fucking ca-dil-lac! We’re hittin’ the town!”
>You can’t help but give out a another giggle at that, to which the woman holds you closer and returns the laughter.
>Man, this is gonna’ be great!

>>30251364
>Oh God.
>This is not good.
>NOT GOOD.
>You glance back at your group, eyes pleading for help, and immediately do three of your more courageous friends join your side.
>Coming in close to nudge your side, Sunset places a hand on her hip while looking at the three strangers with a slight scowl, eyes occasionally drifting to Anon with worry.
>”What’s wrong, Twilight?”
>Her voice, thankfully, comes as a whisper.
>Boldened somewhat by the presence of Rainbow Dash, Sunset, and Applejack, you take in a slow breath before returning the whisper.
“They’re going to do something to Anon, this isn’t good.”
>Sunset’s eyes dart to the three strangers before examining them in greater detail.
>All three appear to be in their mid-twenties, all just slightly taller than you, and there comes a terrible reek of alcohol and smoke.
>Worst of all is the fact that all the strangers appear relatively sober, this being even more noticeable as Anon begins to ramble with a terrible slur.
>Everyone decides to ignore him.
>Situation report?
>Not good.
>”Let me take care of this.”
>Sunset steps in front of you and all but growls out her next few words.
>”Yeah, no. I’m going to have to put a stop to this before you do anything you’ll regret.”
>Despite your blood running cold, Dash and Applejack move to stand shoulder to shoulder with Sunset.
>Anon blinks slowly at this before going quick, his eyes moving up to the eyes of the woman holding him close.
>Silence reigns king for several long moments, the women smiling down you four
>”Do you even know his name?”
>Sunset’s words are said with more than a healthy dose of venom, reminding you of less pleasant times with her, but the assertiveness in her voice is still enough to make the calm looks on the women’s faces falter.
>Eventually, though, one of them whispers something to the one holding Anonymous.
>The two exchange a look, their eyes concealed by the darkness of the night.

>>30251370
>Nothing happens for several moments.
>Anonymous then tumbles to the ground with a thud, the woman’s hand vanishing from around his hip.
>You move without thinking and move to his side, immediately helping the drunk man up after checking for blood.
>He’s wobbly, yet he stands nonetheless.
>You blush a bit as he reaches over your shoulder for support, but you only hesitate for a good ten seconds or so before grabbing him across the side to hold him upright.
>He stabilizes after that, and only now do you realize that the three strangers have vanished.
>You blink and look at Shimmer, only now letting loose that breath you were holding in.
>You then notice that the girls are surrounding you.
>Some look with interest, others amusement, and one with disgust, but all are placed on Anon.
>”He alright?”
>Anon tilts his head to the speaker, pursing his lips before offering her a somewhat shaky hand before uttering a clear word.
>”Anon.”
>Sunset merely stretches out a smile before pinching the tip of his index finger and giving it a tiny shake.
>She then pulls back and turns to the rest of you, smiling without a care as she shoots a thumb at him.
>”He reeks of the stuff.”
>Applejack gives out a short nod before flicking up her hat after having a small session of looking into Anon’s eyes.
>”Eeeyup, he’s outta’ it.”
>”I think we’ve gathered that much, dear.”
>Applejack shrugs, a hint of annoyance in her eyes, but continues on nonplussed.
>”Glad you noticed him when you did, at least. Lord only knows what could’a happened...”
>Sunset puts three fingers in front of Anon’s face, to which he stares at for several moments.
>These moments turn into a good half a minute until he gives a lame shrug.

>>30251403
Well that turned depressing.

>>30251403
>You turn back to Sunset with a groan, your usual face breaking in spite of having a drunk, and rather heavy, friend on your shoulders.
“Uh, Sunset? What do I do here, exactly? I’m not exactly experienced when it comes to these type of situations…”
>”Uh, right.”
>”Sorry, dalin’.”
>Sunset gestures back over to the fire and to one of the open seats, namely the open sofa.
>Being the kind soul that she is, Applejack offers to take the hefty man, literally, off your shoulders, and you don’t hesitate a moment before shifting him over.
>It’s then when you all realize that he’s asleep.
>Applejack gives a few light slaps to his face in an attempt to wake him, but nothing comes of it.
>Sunset holds his nose, to which he just begins to breathe out of his mouth.
>Pinkie them splashes his face with a glass of water.
>There comes a few gasps from the group, and a growl from Applejack, but Pinkie purses her lips once she discovers that Anon’s still asleep.
>Dash then makes for the man, opening an eyelid and staring into it.
>She stares for a moment before sighing and stepping back, offering a shrug before crossing her arms.
>”One of them probably spiked his drink, no way he’d be out this hard otherwise.”
>She then rubs the back of her neck before muttering something inaudible, her legs now carrying her around in circles as she begins to silently ramble to herself.
>”Well, sure didn’t expect to see this when I woke up…”
>You nod at Sunset, watching as Pinkie takes care of Anon’s legs before the two lead him over to the sofa, of which they set him down softly upon.
“Didn’t even know there were drinks at this party…”

Might have more later, but I've been extremely tired today for no apparent reason.

For the next thread, if the next op would be so kind: https://pastebin.com/phPMVFcM

>>30243201
Really need a nude edit of this pic. for scientific reasons.

>>30252386
Is the EQG edit thread up?

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>>30252404
No, they're apparently on hiatus or something until the next special because they don't have enough content.

>>30251438
Poor anon was gonna get raped.

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Trying out a somewhat new writing style in this one. Hope it works.

>There’s a certain quality to a Midwestern summer that really doesn’t exist anywhere else on the globe
>The air is thick and hot, smelling vaguely of sweat and corn-dust, and the sky above you seems to stretch forever in all direction in some sort of inverted neon-blue globe
>There’s absolutely nothing between you and the sun, and within minutes the sweat starts to break out along your scalp, dripping in hotly and fiendishly onto your normally-pristine glasses
>You raise a hand to wipe them away, and when your vision is cleared, you see that the line for the Sound Tech tent is moving again
>You shuffle forward with the rest of them, feeling immensely out of place in your plaid skirt and vest
>Most of the kids waiting in line are barely sixteen, dressed in faded jeans and t-shirts with acid holes eaten through them
>Nearly all of them have oversized headphones, with chords dangling across their shoulders and disappearing into the recesses of pockets stretched by trendy MP3 players
>Even though most of them are lost in their music, or examining what little of the Ponyville City Fair grounds can be seen, you can still feel the little angst-goblins taking occasional glances over at you
>You can’t tell if they’re watching you because you stick out, or out of lecherous teenage-boy desire, or both
>Either way, it makes you sick, and you’re starting to wonder why you thought this was a good idea

>Back when you were a kid, your parents would take you to the Ponyville City Fair every summer; it was a sort of a ritual, a supposed escape from the hustle and bustle of the city
>But even as a five-year-old girl, you always found like it felt very little like an escape from hustle and/or bustle, and more like just throwing yourself into crowds that were much more rugged, jostly, and offensive-smelling than those in Canterlot

>>30252975
>Because there’s a very special type of crowd that only exists in the Midwest, this sort of ambling summation of overweight bodies that lopes between food stands and benches, all while someone somewhere, just out of view, is dropping F-bombs at their kids
>So yeah, you’re not really a fan of the whole fair scene
>But they put out an ad saying they needed Sound Techs for the Sick Puppies concert (yes, apparently that’s a band that still exists) that’s happening later tonight, and you’re a starving University of Canterlot student, and that little combination of misfortunes lead you to this line, standing in muddy, churned up grass that smells vaguely of armpit, as you wait to be admitted
>Finally, you reach the head of the line, and receive your “Sound Technician” badge, along with a small instruction pamphlet that details what you personally will be doing today
>The man handing them out is quiet, resembling the glassy, stretched figure you’d expect from a Midwestern farmer
>You take your things and head further into the fairgrounds, checking over the itinerary
>Judging by the schedule, it looks like you won’t have any real responsibilities until around 8 PM, which leaves you with…
>…Christ, that’s almost eight hours you need to kill
>What are you going to do in this dump for eight hours?
>There’s no way in hell you’re ever getting on any of these centrifugal-force nightmares they call rides; each one of them looks like they haven’t been maintained in any way shape or form in twenty years, resembling spiders machines of rusting pipe and chainbelts that squeak and churn under the effort of their ridiculous momentum
>Fortunately, at the very least, your Sound Tech badge does entitle you to twenty dollars of free food, so you have that to look forward to

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>>30252983

>Then again, when you check out the food stands, suddenly it’s starting to sound like it entitles you more to twenty dollars worth of diabetes; it seems that the only stuff on the menu is various forms of fried dough or crushed ice slathered in syrup
>Not particularly appetizing
>So you just sort of wander around, for a bit, your stomach rumbling
>The fairgrounds are laid out without any sort of discernible pattern; just a massive maze of pink and yellow tents, heaped in zig-zag lines in an effort to avoid the churned-up sections of mud
>This early in the day, there still aren’t a lot of patrons in the place yet; mostly either couples in their twenties carrying disinterested infants, or the elderly
>So you’re able to enjoy at least a little bit of peace before the throngs arrive
>Still, you have this odd sense that someone’s following you
>Which probably isn’t totally off-mark; after all, it’s a fair, there’s probably some other morning straggler making their way along a similar path
>But that doesn’t do much to calm your nerves, and you can swear you can hear sloshing footsteps tracing you just out of sight, somewhere amongst the grungy tents

>Gradually, you make your way over to the rear section of the fairgrounds, stepping carefully along the path to avoid getting your shoes dirty
>Again, you really have to wonder, what made you think you had to dress up for this?
>Not only are you the nicest-dressed person by far, these shoes are already hurting your feet after only walking half a kilometer, and you can tell you’ll be aching by the end of tonight
>Near the edge of the fairgrounds, though, you come across a surprisingly pleasant-looking ride
>Nothing terrible interesting, of course, which is probably why they buried it back here; it’s a single metal cage, about five feet by five feet, and is supported on a metal arm that seems to function vaguely like a cherrypicker

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>>30253012
>Basically, it lifts you a hundred or so feet in the air, and lets you get a view of the entire fairgrounds, and of the clippings of Ponyville that can be seen over the hilly horizon
>You wouldn’t mind a look at the town; it’s a sunny morning, cloudless, so you can imagine you’ll get a pretty decent view
>A faded plastic sign hangs over the ride’s entrance, announcing it as the Sky-Hi View (sic)
>As you step inside, two pimple-faced kids — one of which is impossible short and fat, the other impossible tall and skinny, like they stepped out of a some old black-and-white comedy routine — pester you for tickets
>You flash them your Sound Tech badge, trying your best to look professional, and they just sort of shrug
>When you step inside the cage, it wobbles a little more than you’re comfortable with
>The floor, walls, and ceiling are all wire mesh, giving you a fairly unobstructed view of the entirety of your surroundings
>The two boys whisper something to each other, and the fat one eases a control lever downwards
>Pistons hiss and groan as the metal arm extends upwards in some phallic display of power, lifting you up, up into the air
>The machine doesn’t extend to its full height, though, for whatever reason
>The two boys only take you about forty feet in the air, giving you enough vantage to see the surrounding tents, the empty parking lot, and not much more
>A little disappointing, but you suppose it’s peaceful
>You stand at the far edge of the cage, with your fingers threaded through the holes in the mesh
>Leaning your head back, you take a long, pensive breath, letting the cool morning air fill your lungs
>That’s when you hear snickering coming from below you

A wild Jeff appears.

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>>30253029
>It’s not particularly loud, but some trick of the breeze carries the insect-chatter of the two boys laughing up to your ears
>You glance downward, and they immediately look away
>For a moment, you wonder what the hell they’re laughing at
>Then it occurs to you that the floor, being mesh, is completely see-through
>And you’re wearing a skirt
>Beneath which, of course, are nothing but your shoes, socks, and a pair of frayed white panties you’ve owned since you were about twelve years old
“H-hey! Stop!”
>You should down at them, but your voice sounds shrill and weak, easily diffusing into the empty sky
“I said p-put me down! Stop looking at me!”
>You cross your legs, obstructing their view, but the boys continue to laugh
>The fat one jostles the lever, making the cart rattle
>You stumble, falling onto your ass and giving the dipshits below you a full view of your underwear
“Cut it out! I’ll tell…”
>You honestly can’t think of who you’ll tell
>But before you can finish the statement, someone strides out from the nearby Coin Toss Extreme tent
>It’s hard to make any details about them out from this high up, but you can tell they’re wearing a leather jacket, and have at least ten pounds on either of the boys
>Only, judging by the rippling size of their arms, that extra weight isn’t fat
>”Hey, screwheads! Put ‘er down.”
>The voice is unmistakably female, though it’s a lot, well… rougher, than you’d expect a girl’s voice to be
>Sounds like the kind of woman who’d try to fight you at a trash-metal nightclub
>The boys say something indistinguishable, but their tone is high-pitched and whiney
>Sounds something like “Blah blah blah …you gonna do to stop us?”

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>>30253048
>”I’ll grab you by the hair and him by the balls, and just keep smashing you two together ‘till you’re suckin’ his dick. How’s that sound?”
>The boy says something back, sounding much less confident this time
>The woman kicks the fence with so much force a bar bends, and the resounding clang hurts your ears even from forty feet above
>Immediately, the boys cower, and bring you down so quickly that your stomach drops
>You stumble out of the cage, so furious you can barely speak, and stride right up the boys
>They shrink back, pale and terrified
“Y-you! I’ll have you know that—“
>The mystery-woman’s hand closes around your arm
>”Alright, Susan B. Anthony, ya don’t need to read ‘em the riot act. Let’s just get outta here.”
>Up close, her appearance fits exactly what you’d expect from her voice
>Rigid muscles, cropped white hair, and a squarish jaw give her a vaguely masculine appearance, but the size of her chest and the width of her hips would dissuade anyone from mistaking her for being male
“But I…”
>”Let ‘em jerk their dicks on their own. C’mon.”
>Before you can think of anything clever to say, the woman drags you away

>After the two of you get about twenty feet away from the ride, you pull away from her
“S-stop pulling me around! I need to tell security about this!”
>”Why?”
>The white-haired girl raises her arms behind her head, stretching
“Because they l-looked up my skirt! That’s disgusting!”
>”They’re disgustin’ kids. Why’re you getting so worked up about some horny boys?”
“Because… because that’s abuse! They c-can’t do that!”
>The woman shrugs
>“Not like that can actually hurt you.”
“They c-could!”

>>30253063
>”Not if you don’t let ‘em. Good smack would have ‘em crying.”
“But… ah, whatever. You don’t understand.”
>A moment of silence passes, in which you and her continue walking aimlessly through the fair
“Thanks, though. For intervening. What’s your name?”
>”Gilda.”
“Thank you, Gilda. Now can you find me somewhere to report a sexual abuse situation?”
>At that, she actually laughs
>Her laugh comes out more like a bark, something hardy, chest-heavy, and kinda impressively genuine
>”At the fair? Good luck.”
“What do you m-mean, ‘good luck?’ Those boys were abusing me! The fair is supposed to be a safe space!”
>”Safe?”
>She looks like she’s trying hard not to laugh at you again
>”Half of this shit ain’t been tested in ten years. At least one person’s gonna go to the hospital by the time it’s over. Since when’s a fair safe?”
“Since… I don’t know! It should be safe!”
>Gilda shakes her head
>”Look, dude. You can talk to the police if you want, but they’re mostly here to kick out the methheads. I don’t think they’re gonna bust anyone for peaking at your undies.”
>You can only gape
“But that’s… that’s so… that’s so unfair! That creates a completely unfair social dynamic! You’re telling me that I’m just a walking piece of meat that any boy can just ogle at his will, and—“
>”That’s pretty much what I’m tellin’ you. If you’ve got a problem with it, hit ‘em.”
“I’m not going to hit anybody!”
>”Then good luck gettin’ ‘em not to look up your skirt.”
“That’s not how this is supposed to work!”
>Gilda grins at you
>”That’s how everything works, dude. Either you scare ‘em or you get someone else to scare ‘em. And I don’t think the police give a shit, so…”

>>30253143
“So this entire place is basically just a giant creep-fest. Great.”
>”I mean, yeah, dude. It’s a fuckin’ carnival. At least half these assholes worship rapping clowns.”
“That’s not an excuse!”
>”Maybe not. But you’re here, dude. Might as well relax and enjoy it.”
“I can’t enjoy it when weirdos are s-staring at me! That’s awful!”
>”So you’re gonna let a few perverts win? The horny highschool kids get to control when you have fun?”
“No! I’m just… I’m mad!”
>”Then kick someone’s ass!”
>A toothy grin spreads across Gilda’s face
>”We could totally fuck those two up. I know where we can get a couple of rebar bars. One hit from one of those, and—“
“I’m n-not going to beat anyone’s ass. I’m gonna file a complaint. Where’s the security?”
>Gilda rolls her eyes, and points you in the direction of a booth with a cardboard “Security” sign hanging from its door
>You head over, and file your complaint

>It’s easier than you think; just a few forms to fill out, then a slightly-chubby police officer heads over to deal with the two
>Who are named Snip and Snails, apparently; you can’t help but chuckle a little at the non-irony in that
>When you walk out of the tent, though, your righteous indignation starts to fade, leaving just feeling a little…
“Bleh.”
>”What’s up? Not feeling as great as you thought you would?”
“Not really…”
>”Told ya, dude. Shoulda just whooped their asses.”
“I told you, I’m not whooping anyone’s ass.”
>”Then you can just ignore them.”
“I can’t ignore what they did!”
>”Why not?”
“Because it’s gross!”

>>30253146
>”So? Just forget about it, dude. Fuckin’ officer Krupke or whatever will deal with their asses.”
“How am I supposed to ignore something like that? It makes me feel digusting?”
>”Fuck if I know, dude. You’re at a fair, right? There’s gotta be something that’ll take your mind off it. Just, you know… enjoy yourself. Don’t let some idiots ruin your day.”
“Easier said than done.”
>Gilda shrugs, concealing a tiny smile
>”Hey, I’ve got an idea.”
>She throws her arm around your shoulders then starts to march, steering you away from the security tent and back towards the central hub of the fair
>”How about you buy me some wings?”
“W-what? No, I’m not gonna buy you wings…”
>”Aw, c’mon. I saved you back there.”
>You frown
“Right, you did. Okay, I’ll get some wings.”
>”Bitchin’. There’s a fucking killer wing place over on that end. Just hope you’re okay with spicy stuff.”

>You’re not
>You buy yourself and Gilda a boat of wings (you think it’s a Midwest thing, serving food in white-paper boats, such that the sauce inevitably eats through the material and ends up making an ungodly mess) and the two of you meander your way towards the picnic tables
>Though you try one of the wings, the resulting pain is so great that you decide you’d rather skip lunch than try to force any more down
>Gilda, however, mows the bonéd chunks of meat down like there’s no tomorrow, pausing to wipe her cheeks free of sauce only when absolutely necessary
>”God DAMN that is good!”

Will have more of this tomorrow.

>>30252983
>all while someone somewhere, just out of view, is dropping F-bombs at their kids
[vietnam flashbacks]

why you have to do this mango liking the story so far

>>30253048
I will always hate those little fuckers.
>>30253146
>>When you walk out of the tent, though, your righteous indignation starts to fade, leaving just feeling a little…
>“Bleh.”
I like this Twilight, not really that much of a pish-posh kid.

I am cold and I can't feel my legs.
Halp.

>>30251438
>Your head, legs, and everything in between groan in protest, yet you carry on nonetheless.
>The perfectly mown grass of CHS contrasts with the cloudy skies overhead, the nice weather allowing the student body to eat lunch wherever they please.
>It’s still shady, but far too bright for your taste.
>Everything’s too fucking bright.
>For you on any other day this would be irrelevant.
>But this isn’t any other day.
>You crack your neck, having already seen the somewhat familiar group out in the distance.
>Under one of the few trees that adorned the landscape surrounding CHS.
>Typical.
>A thought hits you as the distance between them and you lessens with every step: what if you aborted the mission?
>You could always just thank Twilight later when you see at the lockers and be done with it then.
>Nothing wrong with that, right?
>You see no problem with that.
>Alright, it’s dec—
>You’re heading home after this.
“Fuck.”
>Oh well, there’s always tomorrow.
>Maybe that’ll help ease away any ill feelings they harbored towards you for getting into last night’s pickle?
>Maybe.
>You turn away from the ground and begin to make way for the front of the school, thoughts already running to how you’ll bike home with all your dizzy-spells.
>Maybe a buss?
>Do you even have any funds left?
>The sound of hastily approaching footsteps amidst the grass pulls you from your thoughts.
>”Anon!”
>You turn your head and stop to see a familiar face before you, though you notice the thin layer of sweat on her face.
>Did she really get tuckered out running over here?
>”Hey, Anon…”
>Twilight takes a moment to rest, legitimately rest while hunching over on her knees, but she quickly looks back up with a weary smile.
“Hey, Twilight, what’s up?”
>”Oh, uh… just wanted to say hi, you know?”
>Her smile is more than a bit nervous, though this elicits a small chuckle while you lightly slap her shoulder.

>>30256354
“Not much, was just thinking about thanking you for last night, though.”
>She gives a small raspberry before shaking her hands and head, looking off to the side.
>”Oh, that? That was nothing, don’t worry about it.”
>You shrug.
“Not many people would’ve given a passed out Anon a ride back home… Speaking of which, how’d you find out my address?”
>”Oh, that? Heheheh…”
>There she goes again, rubbing her arm and looking off to the side.
>”A friend told me.”
>You stare at her for a moment before letting it drop, instead going for a shrug.
“Well, still, thank you for doing that, means a lot to know that there’s at least one person who doesn’t think I’m an asshole.”
>She seems to drop her nervousness at that, shooing off your worries with a flick of the hand.
>”I mean, the girls also helped me quite a bit, as, well, I was a bit… Frantic, so to speak.”
>You raise a brow, letting the silence sink in for a few moments.
“So you’re telling me that your friends actually managed to give a collective fuck about lil’ old Anon?” you say with a small chuckle. “Reeks of bullshit to me, almost like you’re selling yourself short.”
>Her eyes adopt a sort of expression that borders genuine.
>”Well, I mean… Yes?”
>Eh?
“What?”
>”You do know that people still care about you, yes?”
>Oh.
>She doesn’t know.
>Too young, too green.
“It was probably just pity coming out rather than any genuine like. I mean, would you leave Flash passed out at a party?”
>”Uhhh, yeah?”
>You blink at that, eyes darting to and fro for a moment before you shake your head.
“What about Snips?”
>”Yep.”
“Big Mac?”
>”Nobody would mess with him.”
“Maybe Vinyl…?”
>Smug as shit, she replies.
>”You do realize that she does that every party, right?”
>And, sadly, you can’t refute that.
>Doesn’t stop you from flashing a grimace before shaking your head to recompose yourself.

>>30256372
>”Not really?”
>You purse your lips and gesture for her to continue.
>”I mean, you do realize that Pinkie, Fluttershy, and Sunset still care about you after everything, right?”
>You act without thinking and jerk your head back, though this only gets you a small nod from Twilight.


Well that's all I've got right now, whipped that up right quick this morning, though I'm a bit pressed for time. Gotta' go run for a Navy meeting here in a few, so I'll post more later when I have time to continue.

>>30252841
never got my chance to repay the kindness of an editor. went out of his way to do a favor. and I blew it by not posting and fidgeting with details.

>>30256386
>Navy
Do you like the blueberry uniforms?

>>30260028
Am actually yet to ship out to boot camp, I do that Sept. 5th, so I don't exactly have a uniform as of yet. By the time I'm graduating from camp, though, the Navy ought to have replaced the blue digitals with more standardized BDU's, battle dress uniforms, that resemble the Army's and USMC's green and black digital design. Because, well, it's rather hard to see a seaman who falls overboard if he's blending into the water with his blue BDU...

For those reading my "Cousin Anon" story, expect a dump in just a moment, just have to finish a few edits before it's ready.

>>30256386
>Your head, legs, and everything in between groans in protest, yet you carry on nonetheless.
>The perfectly mown grass of CHS contrasts with the cloudy skies overhead, the nice weather allowing all but forcing the student body to come and enjoy nature’s bounty.
>The beautiful weather wouldn’t have bothered you any other day.
>But this isn’t any other day.
>You crack your neck, having already seen the somewhat familiar group out in the distance, all of them enjoying the weather from under a tree.
>A thought hits you as the distance between them and you lessens with every step: what if you just thanked them later?
>They always hang out around Sunset’s locker just after school for a norm of five minutes, and you’d only need a single minute to show thanks.
>Nothing wrong with that, right?
>Nope.
>Alright, it’s decid—
>Wait, you’re heading home after this.
“Fuck.”
>Oh well, there’s always tomorrow.
>Maybe that’ll help ease away any ill feelings they harbored towards you for getting into last night’s pickle?
>...Maybe not.
>You turn away and begin to make way for the front of the school, brain already churning over how you’ll bike home with all your dizzy-spells.
>A buss, maybe?
>Wait, that’d imply you have any cash on hand.
>The sound of hastily approaching footsteps amidst the grass pulls you from your thoughts.
>”Anon!”
>You stop and turn your head to see a familiar face, though you also notice the thin layer of sweat on her face.
>Did she really get tuckered out running over here?
>”Hey, Anon…”
>Twilight takes a moment to rest, hands on knees and all, but she looks back up with a weary smile a few moments later.
“Hey, Twilight, what’s up?”
>”Oh, uh… just wanted to say hi, you know?”
>Her smile is more than a bit nervous, which, of course, is followed by a nervous chuckle.
“Not much, was just thinking about thanking you for last night, though.”

>>30260522
>She blows a small raspberry before shaking her head and looking off to the side.
>”Oh, that? That was nothing, don’t worry about it.”
>You shrug.
“Not many people would’ve given a passed out Anon a ride back home… Speaking of which, how’d you figure out my address?”
>”Oh, that? Heheheh…”
>A weak shrug is had, followed by a subtle lowering of the head as she looks at you.
>”A friend told me.”
>You stare at her for a moment before letting it drop, instead going for a shrug.
“Well, still, thank you for doing that, means a lot to know that there’s at least one person who doesn’t think I’m an asshole.”
>She rises back to full height at that, her nervousness slowly being replaced by a cheeky smile.
>”I mean, the girls also helped me quite a bit, as, I was a bit, well… frantic.”
>You raise a brow, letting the silence sink in for a few moments.
“So you’re telling me that your friends actually managed to give a collective fuck about lil’ old Anon?” you say with a small chuckle, giving her shoulder a light slap while you’re at it.
>Her eyes turn wide for a fraction of a moment before they slightly narrow with a slight tinge of concern.
>”Well, I mean… Yes?”
>...Eh?
“What?”
>”You do know that people still care about you, right?”
>Oh.
>She doesn’t know.
>She’s too young, too green.
“It was probably just pity coming out rather than any genuine care. I mean, would you leave Flash passed out at a party?”
>”Uhhh, yeah?”
>You blink at that, eyes darting to and fro for a moment before you shake your head.
“What about Snips?”
>”Yep.”
“Big Mac?”
>”Nobody would mess with him.”
“Maybe Vinyl…?”
>Smug as shit, she replies.
>”You do realize that she does that every party, right?”
>And, sadly, you can’t refute that.
>Doesn’t stop you from flashing a grimace before shaking your head to collect your bearings, though.

>>30260528
>She blows a small raspberry before shaking her head and looking off to the side.
>”Oh, that? That was nothing, don’t worry about it.”
>You shrug.
“Not many people would’ve given a passed out Anon a ride back home… Speaking of which, how’d you figure out my address?”
>”Oh, that? Heheheh…”
>A weak shrug is had, followed by a subtle lowering of the head as she looks at you.
>”A friend told me.”
>You stare at her for a moment before letting it drop, instead going for a shrug.
“Well, still, thank you for doing that, means a lot to know that there’s at least one person who doesn’t think I’m an asshole.”
>She rises back to full height at that, her nervousness slowly being replaced by a cheeky smile.
>”I mean, the girls also helped me quite a bit, as, I was a bit, well… frantic.”
>You raise a brow, letting the silence sink in for a few moments.
“So you’re telling me that your friends actually managed to give a collective fuck about lil’ old Anon?” you say with a small chuckle, giving her shoulder a light slap while you’re at it.
>Her eyes turn wide for a fraction of a moment before they slightly narrow with a slight tinge of concern.
>”Well, I mean… Yes?”
>...Eh?
“What?”
>”You do know that people still care about you, right?”
>Oh.
>She doesn’t know.
>She’s too young, too green.
“It was probably just pity coming out rather than any genuine care. I mean, would you leave Flash passed out at a party?”
>”Uhhh, yeah?”
>You blink at that, eyes darting to and fro for a moment before you shake your head.
“What about Snips?”
>”Yep.”
“Big Mac?”
>”Nobody would mess with him.”
“Maybe Vinyl…?”
>Smug as shit, she replies.
>”You do realize that she does that every party, right?”
>And, sadly, you can’t refute that.
>Doesn’t stop you from flashing a grimace before shaking your head to collect your bearings.
“Doesn’t matter, you know what I’m talking about.”

>>30260540
>You purse your lips and gesture for her to say it is whatever she has to say.
>”I mean, you do realize that Pinkie, Fluttershy, and Sunset still care about you after everything, right? It wasn’t pity that made us help you out, Anon.”
>You act without thinking and jerk your head back, though this only gets you a small nod from Twilight, a sad smile now on her face.
>You raise a hand and shake your head before she can continue.
>And, for once, you’re left without much to say, and it’s your turn to stare at the dirt, not really wanting to explain to the girl why she’s wrong.
>”S-sorry.”
>You sigh and straighten yourself, offering her a small smile as you do so.
“You’re good, I’m just a bit tired is all.”
>You go to rub the back of your head, but are quickly, and painfully, reminded of the cause for your early retreat from school today.
>She is taken aback by that, brows going high for a moment before she takes a step closer, inspecting your head with critical eyes.
>”Concussion!? When’d you have time to get a concussion?”
>She begins to circle you, adopting a sort of low, almost frantic voice as she begins to rumble to herself about… whatever it is Twilight likes to mumble about.
“From the party? Must’a fell over or got in a fight while I was out of it, because I sure as hell don’t remember anything.”
>She seems to ignore you for a moment, tapping her lips with a lone finger while staring pointedly at the ground.
“Recognized a few of the symptoms myself and went to Redheart just to make sure. She gave me a pass to go home, was just going to say thanks to you all before heading out.”
>You offer a smile before taking a step backwards, jabbing your thumb out towards the front of the school.
“Talk to you later?”
>Twilight tilts her head slightly, still somewhat in deep thought, before beginning to chew on her lip while eyes start to dart to and fro.

>>30260547
>When you wait for a moment, thumb still in the air and everything, she eventually comes to with a snap of her fingers.
>”Paper?”
>Raising a brow, you look at her for an odd moment as she begins to pantomime some scribbling.
>You shrug and produce a slip a page of paper from your backpack quickly enough.
>Twilight immediately snatches it from your hands before scribbling something down.
>A small blush is on her face when she returns the paper, though you decide to ignore the small amount of trembling in her hand.
>Raising a brow again, you take the piece of paper and read it, though a small smile forms on your lips before you can help it.
>”J-just in case, you know? C-call or text me if you ever get yourself in a pinch… Or need anyone to talk to, alright?”
>Whatever thoughts you had before are all replaced with a pseudo-high, a small chuckle forcing itself out of your mouth as you look at the quirky sophomore.
>A genuine, if not nervous as all hell, smile is placed on her mug, her left arm being rubbed all the while as another nervous giggle leaves her.
>You smack her playfully on the shoulder, bemused still at her skittish nature.
“I don’t know what made you take such an interest in lil old me,” you say before jabbing a thumb at CHS, “but thank you, you’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.”
>Her face lights up at that, the young woman visibly relieved at your words.
>She sees you off with a small wave, though you turn around a moment after heading off to see her running like a bat outta’ hell back to her group.
>Heh, strange girl.
>Stranger more for putting effort into be friends with you.
>...
>......
>The trip home, unsurprisingly, takes much longer than you’d like.
>Dizzy spells, sudden loss of breath, and the ever present bouts of exhaustion all turn your mile and a half walk home into the thing of nightmares, though you arrive nonetheless.

>>30260558
>You take a moment to throw your bag in the usual corner before feeling something terrible churn in your stomach.
>You know this sensation all too well, your legs moving on instinct as you move towards the kitchen sink.
>...Only to have a pang of disgust and anger run through you see the sink stacked high with a myriad of pots and plates.
>And so you run off to the bathroom, horrible taste of stomach acid and chunky… stuff coming up all at once, yourself only having just enough time to lift the bowl before it all comes pouring out.
>It burns, oh it burns, but it ends after only five heaves.
>After dry heaving for three times, though, you come to a realization: you’re exhausted.
>So, so exhausted.
>Eventually you make to stand and make a tactical retreat from the bathroom, trundling through the knee-high piles of ‘Still useful stuff!’ that dad consistently adds to.
>You arrive to your ‘bed’ after only a few instances of almost tripping and breaking your neck.
>Throwing the bundle of worn and ripped blankets over your form, not even bothering to undress fully, you relax into the comforter that substitutes for any mattress.
>Pulling a blanket over your face to ward off a particularly annoying fruit fly, you soon find comfort in the form of a dreamless sleep.
...
>You awake several hours later in a daze, feeling a certain ache in your throat and the beginnings of a headache.
>You get up and take a trip to the sink, managing to fill up your usual water bottle up with some tap before heading back to your bed, though you realize something rather unpleasant.
>Seems you’ve slept all day, if the darkened curtains are anything to go by.
>Well shit.
>Seems that going back to sleep isn’t on the table, as you’ve never been able to fall asleep after waking up, so you settle for the next best thing at the moment.
>You plop on your letterman and shoes before heading outside and closing the door behind you, though not before grabbing a little red box.

>>30260566
>And, man, is it fucking cold outside.
>You place a cigarette in your mouth before lighting it up, wondering if your two day gap had been the reason for the headaches today.
>Growing ever restless, you reach inside your right pocket for your phone, though there comes something weird.
>Crinkling, namely from a piece of paper.
>Huh?
>Oh yeah, Twilight's number.
>Shrugging, you pull out your phone and plug the earphones in before opening up the messaging app.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=heRLuqwrBCA
>You glance at the time.
>9:57.
>Hmm.
>Should you risk it?
>You muddle over that for a moment before shrugging and muttering a quick, “Why not?” and tapping away.
>9:58
”I think I died, sorry.”
>You chuckle at your own mental retardation before taking another inhale of the cancer stick, yourself now leaning over the fourth story railing.
>Glancing down at your phone, however, reveals something much, much funnier.
>There’s a large R right next to your previous message, indicating that she’s read the message.
>What appears at the top, right where you’ve placed her name, however, is where the comedic gold is.
>Twilight is typing…
>Twilight.
>She just deleted her former message.
>Twilight is typing…
>Twilight.
>Twilight is typing…
>And it just keeps going on.
>The comedic value of it seems to diminish after your cigarette dies out entirely, though, so you speed up the process exponentially by giving the socially awkward girl a helping hand in the conversation with a hastily typed text.
“Hey’o, Twilight, it’s Anon. Sorry I didn’t text earlier to let you know that I didn’t forget to add your number, just woke up around seven minutes ago.”
>Twilight is typing…
>You briefly wonder if she’s contacting one of her friends as how to go about talking to males.
>You’ve never seen her conversate with the other sex, now that you really think about it…
>Well, there’s Flash, but does that really qualify?
>”Hey, Anon! :D”

>>30260579
>”How are you? Good, I hope? You didn’t seem all that well earlier today, and you first message, believe it or not, kind of scared me.”
>Huh, seems you’ve finally met a woman who cares about being grammatically correct.
“Eh, about as well as I can be, all things considered. You? Also, you really thought that I died? Like Virgil would just walk up to me with a phone and say, “Ay, you get one call,”?”
>”I don’t know, Virgil seemed like a nice guy…”
>You snigger at that, genuinely amused.
>”But I’m doing fine as well, just having a sleepover with the girls right now at my house.”
>”You ever watch Shaun of the Dead? Dash is making us watch it… ( ﾟ Дﾟ)”
>You move to respond, but she’s too quick.
>”It’s really scary, yet makes us laugh way too much. Like, Fluttershy is hiding under her blanket right now…”
>Then there comes a picture of one bulging mound beneath a blanket, just a bit blurry from motion.
>You can’t help but chuckle at that, lighting another fag one while you’re at it.
“Are you dead ass right now?”

>There comes another image, though this time you can see Twilight’s hand lifting up a bit of the green blanket, the flash of the picture showing a… rather revealing image of Fluttershy’s backside as she lays in the bowing position, head wrapped in her arms.
>Thank God she was wearing full pajamas instead of short shorts.
>...Not what you’re asking about, but alright.
>”Yep, she’s terrified.”
>You decide not to point out that she just sent you what 99% of your male friends would consider fap material.
“Damn, I mean, I knew she was squeamish as all hell, but isn’t she like turning seventeen in like, what, two weeks?”
>”Next Sunday, actually, but close enough.”
“Close enough indeed, but rewind for a little bit: you asked if I ever saw Shaun of the Dead?”

>>30260595
>”Yeah, why? You never seen it? It’s really quite great, definitely should see it when you have the time (＾v＾).”
>You temporarily question if she’s as smart as everyone says.
>You’re halfway through sending a message, but you quickly decide against it.
>You scroll through your old image gallery, flicking by a number of painful images from years prior, up until you reach a familiar video.
>After you send it, though, you feel compelled to rewatch it, as if you’re beside her.
>Shrugging, you tap it and watch the memories unfold.


All I got for now, may or may not write more tomorrow. And, yay, Anon&Sci are semi-officially friends. Now we can get into the real meat of the story... Paste: https://pastebin.com/phPMVFcM

And sorry for calling this "Cousin Anon" in an earlier reply, as I wasn't thinking straight, just put down the first title I remembered.

>>30260108
Fun fact about the blueberries, the uniform was originally thought to be fireproof but it actually melts on the skin.

>>30260642
Haven't been to /nst/ in a long time, glad to see there are still new writers around. Continuing to monitor.

>>30262895
I would certainly force her to put on some pants if I was her father.

>>30256777
Trips.

>>30265088
Dubs

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Welp, that's two and a half hours I'm never getting back. Probably shit and should've been writing green for ya'll in the meantime, but oh well. Went for a Looney Tunes vibe with the circles, if you're wondering why it looks like dogshit.

>>30260566
>sleeping.
>while having a concussion
That's tempting fate, Anon.

>>30260579
>Twilight is typing
Too cute.

Good update.
Also, the first 3 (three) posts and a 1/7th are from the previous update.

>>30266774
Remember the Alamo.

>>30267583
>Welp, that's two and a half hours I'm never getting back
well you got two and a half hours of experience, don't give up!

https://strawpoll.com/erxy5a8

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>>30268572
Vote for me or die!

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>shining armor is playing his loud ass music again

>>30268999
that artstyle looks extremely familiar but I cant think of it
also nice trips

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Is this Andrew Miracles?

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>>30269017
idk maybe
ive drawn scitwi before

>>30252386
Seconded.

>>30269107
Maybe it was the Barneyfag, he might have gotten tired of fucking his dog.

>>30269739
If you're actually retarded enough to believe that, then you might as well think that Colbert actually gets angry at TWO SCOOPS.

Why is most of the well written SciTwi green either SciTwi x Sunset or SciTwi and Anon as Rick and Morty?

>>30269853
>namesearching yourself.
WEW
E
W

Also obviously not Colbert, but democucks actually got mad at that. It's hilarious how much they grasp at straws for being mad at a sitting President.

>>30270641
I want Sugarcoat to be my autism caregiver.

>>30237622
There was one a writefag wrote for some other thread about Twilight using magic to make her breasts bigger and then rape Anon but it's not in the archive. Also Sugarlight has Twilight being a dom half of the time, but that will never be finished either.

>>30269943
Because most greens are SciTwi x Sunset?

>>30237573
If you like traps, there's this thing I did a while back. https://pastebin.com/R053UHqg

>>30273119
Your reverse trap stuff is better.

>>30273119
I still want that Twilight in jail, Jeff.

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>>30273666
Definitely. This was one of my weaker stories, hence why it didn't get finished.

>>30253191

Anyway, gonna upload a few posts of this story and then head out for the night.

>She slams her fist on the table, then cracks open a can of Bud Light, downing the whole thing in three gulps
>You have no idea where the can came from, but you have the sneaking suspicion it was hidden somewhere in her leather jacket
>She looks at you, her eyes slightly glazed with content
>”Not hungry?”
“Not particularly.”
>”Damn, dude. You still messed up about that whole thing?”
“Kinda.”
>She grins
>”Well, I know what’ll cheer ya up. Let’s go ride something legit! I hear the Wheel o’ Fire is finally up.”
“God no. I’d rather not throw up my breakfast.”
>”Aw c’mon. It’s awesome!”
>You shake your head
>”Fine. What’ll be more your speed, the Ferris Wheel?”
“I don’t want to ride anything.”
>”Jeez. You sure? Ferris Wheel’s pretty cool. We’d be all alone.”
>She swear you detect a hint of a purr in her voice, but you choose to ignore it
“I’m not feeling it. I think I’ll just wait here until my shift starts.”
>”Hah! Hell no you won’t. C’mon, uh…”
>You realize she still hasn’t figured out your name, despite it being printed on your Sound Tech badge in tiny font
>”…Smudge. C’mon Smudge.”
>She grabs your arm again, hauling you to your feet
“Huh?”
>”You got a little smudge on your glasses.”
>Now that she mentions it, you do; a line of stray sweat has left a long, gray mark across the left lens

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>>30274144
>You pull away from Gilda, again, and wipe the lenses of your glasses on your shirt
>She leans against a tree, watching, as she rolls her tongue between her teeth
“I should probably go check in with the Sound Techs. They might have something they need me to do.”
>Gilda’s eyes you so strangely it’s as if you just grew a second head
>”Wait, what? They didn’t give you any work to do yet, right?”
“Not yet.”
>”And you’re gonna go ask for *more work*?”
>You shrug
“It’s better than waiting around here watching you eat hot wings.”
>”Ouch. Still not settled down, huh?”
“No!”
>Something snaps inside of you, and the tiny damn that’s been holding back all that indignant University Girl rage breaks and sends the whole messy, squawky tirade flooding out right at Gilda
“I’m s-still not over what they did to me, and I’m not going to be! They ruined my entire day! I’m a human being, I have rights! They’re treating me like I’m meat! It makes me feel gross, and violated, and unsafe, and… and… and worthless, and…”
>You stumble backwards, and sit down heavily on the grass, realizing that you’re shaking
>Gilda blinks, for a moment, her teeth clamped around the tip of her tongue
>Then slowly walks towards you, and sits by your side
>”Okay, yeah, that… that sucks.”
>The jeering edge is gone from her voice now
>She stares out over the hills, taking a strange interest in the flight paths of the bees that swarm around an overflowing trash can
>”Listen, Smudge… I don’t know, man. People here are just kinda like that.”
“Assholes?”
>”That’s putting it nicely. No matter where ya go, you’re gonna run into weirdos. Don’t let that ruin your fun, you know what I mean?”

>>30274150
“That’s easy for you to say…”
>”Is it?”
>She takes her eyes off the bee-swarm and locks them on yours
>”I’ve gotten my fair share of run-ins with pricks around here. Checkitout.”
>Gilda hooks her fingers under the hem of her shirt and lifts it up to about mid-chest, revealing an expanse of rough, muscled stomach and the faintest hint of where your breasts start
>You find yourself staring at her, for more than one reason
>Tiny, pocked scars dot her abdomen, looking like angry little splotches of ink set amongst her otherwise-pale skin
>”Came here when I was like twelve. Couple carnies kept grabbing my ass. I freaked out and hit one of them with a rock, broke his jaw. His friend freaked out, and shot me with a BB gun about twenty times.”
“Oh my god. I’m so sorry.”
>”Ha! Don’t be, Smudge. It was worth it.”
>She lets her shirt fall, slowly, but it doesn’t fully come to rest against the waistband of her pants
>It gets bunched up just above her navel, allowing you view of a tantalizing little strip of her stomach
>Gilda looks over at you, though, and you immediately avert your gaze, hoping your face doesn’t look red
>”You should seen the look on that guy’s face while he was tryin’ to pick up his teeth. Priceless.”
“Well. I don’t think I’ll be breaking anyone’s jaw.”
>”That’s not what I’m sayin’. Just, like… these people creep on you. Sure. But letting ‘em ruin your day isn’t gonna fix anything. Just fuck ‘em up in whatever way you can.”
>She bumps her shoulder against yours, and the resulting momentum transfer nearly knocks you over
>”You fucked those two over good. So just… find a way to ‘njoy the rest of the day, okay? That way, they’re like, I dunno, doubly fucked.”

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>>30274164
>You sigh
“I guess you’re right. But this place still isn’t really… it’s not my thing.”
>”Ah, you just ain’t seen all of it. C’mon.”
>Gilda jumps to her feet, arching her back until it cracks
>When she turns back to you, instead of grabbing your arm, she holds out a hand
>For the first time, you realize she’s wearing those fingerless weightlifter gloves
>Something about that makes you feel… well, you’re not really sure how to describe it
>Giddy, in the way you used to when hanging posters of Sapphire Shores up in your room as a young girl
>You take her hand, and Gilda’s muscle-coiled fingers curl gently around your hand, lifting you into a standing position
>”I got some shit I think you’ll like.”
“Alright. But I need to be at my shift by 7:45.”
>”Yeah, yeah. Just c’mon.”
>She starts ahead, pulling you along behind her

>Now that your mind has calmed down a bit, you’re able to get a slightly better look at Gilda
>She’s huge, especially for a girl
>It didn’t really strike you before, but now that you’re just sort of casually walking beside her, damn
>The leather jacket is clearly cut for a woman’s figure much different than hers, and her biceps seem to place the material in a state of constant strain
>In fact, if you peer a little closer at her sleeves, you can even spot a few popped stitches
>The same thick layers of muscle continue up her shoulders and down her back, where the jacket seems stretched to bursting by the prominence of her deltoids
>Following down further, the small of her back seems to blend in one long wave of muscle into her hips, which look to be about one and a half times as wide as your shoulders
>Her thighs/buttocks threaten her cargo pants in a similar way as her arms to her sleeves, bulging and nearly tearing the fabric as they flex
>”Smudge. Yo, Smudge?”
“G-gah! Yeah, what’s up?”
>You immediately focus your eyes back on a neutral 90-degree angle
>Gilda smirks