Anonymous in Equestria Thread #1124

AiE a shit
Batponies a best

Tripfags in Equestria

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>You have the ability to magic finger trick. Scientists are still trying to figure it out.

>>30335047
You sir are shit

>30335047
Don't you disrespect me little boy

You're in my world now, not your world

And I've got friends on the other side

>>30335400
There's a story going on in the magicless anon thread similar to that.

Where's my green? I need my green!

>>30336744
>here you go

>>30336850
I-I can't fap to this, you need to put in some love and effort.

>>30336858
>Here you go, sexy.
There, we've got punctuation, and seductive language. That better?

>>30336993
Why do you torment me so? I just want a full length novel, with a convoluted yet plausible plotline, climactic action scenes with unmatched pacing, underlying political messages that match my political opinions and romance tailored specifically to my fetishes. And all that for free on this vietnamese pottery forum, is that really asked too much?

>>30337083
I can write you a quick one-post story about Anon getting a bucket of paint thrown at him by a unicorn.
Will that do?

>>30337103
Depends on what color the paint is.

>>30337131
I can do you green or red. Pink will be pushing it, and if you want brown you can fuck off back to whatever chink-ridden hellhole you came out of.

>>30337134
What about black?

>>30337166
Black would be fine. Would you like black?

>>30337181
Yes please.

>>30334979
Will there be no more PiE threads on the 14th of every month?
I mean, not like there's need for one. The last few died after anywhere between 20 to 80 replies, I think March was the last thread that lasted for a while

>>30337200
>Wake up to the sound of children playing and laughing outside.
>With a grunt you drag yourself out of bed, grabbing your box of pebbles and sharp rocks from the dresser by your side as you go.
>Push open the window and, still half-asleep, throw your improvised missiles at the children.
"Stop having fun, you little shits, I'm trying to dream about anime!"
>One of the fillies winces as her friend is struck right in the forehead.
>Bravely, she steps forward and asks:
>"Grumpy Old Man Anon? Why are you so grumpy? And old?
"I got dragged off my planet and dumped on one that doesn't have anime, so now I'm cold and bitter and my lack of a waifu causes me to lash out in ways I previously thought myself incapable of."
>You tearfully hurl another rock at the kid you nailed in the cranium a moment before.
"But now I'm so far-gone I don't know if I can ever become the bright-eyed, optimistic young man I once was. All I can do is lament that I'll never see Tifa ever again."
>Wipe your eyes with a forearm.
>"Who's Tifa? Why do you miss her?"
"Her tits were the bomb, kiddo, you'll never understand... n-now get outta here before I throw more rocks at you."
>You slam the window shut and make your way to the kitchen downstairs, pulling on a dressing gown as you go.
>Before you can make yourself some tasty breakfast, you hear a knock at your front door.
>Grumbling and making general old-man noises, you shuffle into the hallway and open it.
"Yeah? Waddya wa-FUCKING--"
>A large tin of paint slams into you.
>You're knocked backwards onto your ass from the force.
>As you blink in shock at yourself, your entire frame covered in black paint, you hear a shout from outside.
>"Hey, stupidface!"
>You glare the offending pony.
>Lyra Heartstrings.
>"Not so nice when people throw things at you, is it?"
>...
>...Oh.
"No... I suppose it isn't."
>Smile at her.
"Thank you for showing me the error of my ways."
>You feel like you've learnt something today.

There you go.

>>30337225
10/10 came buckets of black paint

>>30337273
Disgusting. Clean yourself up. But thank you, I'm glad you liked it, you filthy animal.

Why do you keep doing this to yourself

>"I still I don't see why I have to be here."
>You really don't.
>"Anonymous these summits are very important, they help-"
>You cut Celestia off.
>"Yes. Yes. They encourage harmony and cooperation between the towns of Equestria."
>Not many can argue with a princess, least of all Celestia.
>"That doesn't explain why I'm here."
>But that combination of motherly and wise teacher doesn't won't fly here.
>"Well Anon-"
>Mind tricks don't work on you, only boops.
>"I'm not a diplomat."
>"True."
>"I don't represent a town, Ponyville has Twilight as their delegate."
>"Also true."
>"So why am I here?"
>"Because you're a Princess."
>What?
>"What?"
>"Or more precisely you declared yourself 'King of Humania' and seceded. Remember?"
>Oh. Yeah. You remember that.
>You and Celestia had been arguing over the last slice of cake at a garden party.
>Things got pretty heated.
>She declared royal privilege. You declared independence. A scooby-doo chase scene through the palace.
>Celestia leans in close to whisper in your ear.
>"And a King has his duties."
>You can practically taste the smug in her words.

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>>30338311
Anon needs to get subjects he can delegate this shit to.

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>>30338311
"A king also needs a queen."
>Celestia blushes profusely.
"...So is Luna single or what?"
>She frowns.

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>>30340609
>"Dat ain't funny Anon."

Okay, please bear with me. Upon re-reading this, I realized that the beginning is a little painful to read, but it's the only part with this kind of content and it only serves to cement the fact that Anon's situation is serious. Just skip the first post or so if you absolutely loathe it.

>The whip cracks, its tip breaking the barrier of sound
>And with a bellowing scream, a deep gash is left on your back, instantly leaking a thick red stream
>You plead for mercy, not ready for the pain
>The griffon just chuckles loudly, her face contorting in pure amusement. Like someone cracked a great joke
>"Just nine more." she muses and reels back for the second whip lash
>In the movies, the protagonists always bit their way through these things
>Not even screaming
>Defying their tormentors by showing them that they can take it
>Not you
>You cry like a little bitch
>The second time the whip kisses your skin, the pain is so intense that you howl like an animal
>With all your strength you fight against your binding, but only manage to chafe the rough rope into your skin
>The pain is nothing compared to the whip and the post both of your wrists are tied to is ordinarily used for combat practice, marked with indentations from countless training weapons
>Nothing you can do would ever budge it
>On the side, the rest of the slaves are watching. Just outside the sandy area of the training yard
>Mainly diamond dogs and starved minotaurs barely any larger than you are

>>30341926

>Some are terrified, some show no emotion, and a few look at you with a content expression. Like you're getting what you deserve and it pleases them that it's you and not them
>Feeling like they are above you, when in fact they are at the bottom of the barrel, no different than you
>"Hnng!" the griffon behind you swings her whip with a grunt
>Searing pain spreads from your back and radiates into every fiber of your body as your are rocked forth by the force of the lash
>Your mind goes numb with pain as you ask for forgiveness
>That last hit must have broken at least two ribs, every breath is a world of pain
>And you're wheezing like you just ran a marathon
>Bumping your head against the post, you succumb to your fate and wait for the next hit
>Weeping like a little child
>"Hnng!" she grunts and your whole body tenses up in pure panic
>Your legs quiver and if you hadn't been on your knees already, you would have fallen over like a log
>You wet yourself then and there
>But the strike never comes
>Reluctantly turning your head in confusion, you see her
>The most sadistic creature on this side of the equator, whirling her whip idly like a flail, Klawsteen Velvettail
>A griffon of the raven sub-species
>Pitch black from the beak to the end of her tail, and altough called 'Raven' sub-species, her beak is still shaped like that of an eagle
>The only thing not black are her eyes, cold steel-blue orbs that seem to pierce right through you
>Secretly, you call her a nigger
>"Hey, don't kill him." a voice quips from the balcony overseeing the training yard "Mom says he's rare."
>Tolip Feathercrest, the only son of your owner and as snotty a brat as they get
>Klawsteen just clicks her tongue twice whith a grin and gives him a wink
>The successor of the Feathercrests appears to be satisfied with that as an answer and vanishes back inside the villa
>You've never seen him being snotty with her
>Shortly after he is gone your punishment continues in full

>>30341939

>Klawsteen knew exactly how far she could go, where to hit to maximize the agony, what to say to break your will
>Whether she succeeded or not, you weren't sure yourself
>After it was over, another slave was told to stitch you back together
>But you were still bound to the post, was it not over?
>Melony was the one to tend to your wounds, a gentle tauress
>Well endowed and with a simple demeanor
>She wiped off the blood and got to work when you noticed something black in the corner of your eye
>"Are you ready to tell me what really happened to that jug of wine?" Klawsteen asked, voice calm and full of satisfaction
>Your voice quivers like a soft penis
"Yes."
>Two black claws clamp around your cheeks and turn your head, forcing those cold blue eyes into view "You didn't drop it on accident." she stated matter-of-factly
>You recollect what got you into this situation and shake your head, still in her grip
"No."
>She raised her eyebrows "You didn't drop it at all." her act of surprise is intentionally bad "Do you know how I know?"
>You can only shake your head in response and she continues "Because I checked the trash, no broken jugs. No intact jugs either. In fact, there weren't any jugs at all. Where is it?"
>Hesitation is foreign to you
"In the corridor to the cellar... there is a loose tile at the end of the hallway in the wall, with a large space behind it."
>The tauress behind you sighs loudly as soon as Klawsteen had vanished inside the villa "You shouldn't do things like that, she always finds out."
>It never occured to you that anyone would check the garbage over a broken jug
>Was it just bad luck?
>In the two weeks you were here, nothing like this happened before
>And you didn't expect such a severe punishment
>The black menace returns eventually, a redish brown jug full of wine in one of her talons
>She stands before you silently for a full minute, until she has your undivided attention
>What is she gonna-

>>30341947

>Her arm stretches out and slowly tilts the jug
>The yellow sand greedily drinks every drop "I fathom you wanted this for yourself?" the words hurt more with everything the sand swallows
>When the jug is empty, she shoves her beak into your face and you rear back enough to barely avoid kissing her "Was it worth it?"
>You shut your eyes and shake your head, your backside burning like fire
"No."
>"Listen, meat. The mistress cut you some slack because she knew you are not used to your role as a servant. The usual punishment for stealing from her, is 30 lashes. Then you get sold off to work in the coal mines."
>"But I don't believe you got the message quite yet. You'll sleep in the pens with the diamond dogs for a month and you're forbidden from having dinner for the same duration."
>One meal per day and cuddling with smelly, drooling retards. Sounds delightful
>"I'll also have you wear one of these." she takes a dog collar from under a black wing and drops it in front of you, "So you have something at all times to remind you where you stand."
>Klawsteen chucks the jug to the side and it lands in the sand with a 'thud', then rips off your binding and vanishes back into the villa again
>Days went by
>Once you grew accustomed to the smell, sleeping with the diamond dogs wasn't as horrible as you thought
>Life around you settled into a rythm
>Working in the kitchen was yours
>Peeling potatoes, cutting vegetables, cooking meat, cleaning dishes, and nobody would be bothered by the occasional apple just vanishing
>You were just one of five servants in here, the other four were all minotaurs
>For some mysterious reasons the mistress doesn't want diamond dogs to prepare food for her family and guests
>Wonder why
>Probably because they eat poop
>Heh
>"What's so funny?" Melony asks with a coy grin "Got the next great heist all planned out already?"
>You'd rather sudoku yourself than risk another meeting with Klawsteen's whip

>>30341956

>"How about a friendly pat on the back to get you talking?"
"Was imagining what the mistress' face would look like if a diamond dog served her a tray of poop."
>The well endowed tauress makes a grimace "Yuck! They can be so nasty."
>Bramon enters the kitchen with a big tub of potatoes in his arms, he's the biggest minotaur in this estate, which isn't saying much
>The really big and strong ones get to fight in the arenas and work jobs that require brawn unattainable for griffons
>Or you for that matter
>Magic could do the trick probably, but you haven't seen a single pony in chains
>Not even on the big market
>The wooden tub'o'tatos falls to the ground with a bang
>"The mistress wants the meal tripled, she's expecting guests. She also wants stuffed and flavored salmons with spinach, use the big oven to make them all in one batch." Bramon looks at the two of you chatting, a smirk across his features "Are you flirting?"
>Melony rolls her eyes "We're talking about poop."
>He raises his hands as if to yield "Close enough." and was about to leave the kitchen again
"Wait, Bramon. Who are the guests?"
>The taur shrugs "Some griffons from the senate and their cohorts, I think. But I might be wrong, didn't hear anything specific."
>And with that he left
>Melony mumbles to herself more than to you "Senate, huh? Important people." she mocks
>You almost make a joke about putting poop in the fish when the pitch black griffon passes by the door
>She doesn't even register you, but you still peel twice as fast without a sound coming over your lips
>Melony didn't notice "What's wrong?"
"Uh, I... thought..."
>You hold up the potato
"...there was vodka in is thing."
>She just laughs a little and goes back to peeling carrots "You're an idiot sometimes."
>You need a plan
>A plan to escape this place
>You want brunch, and a warm bed
>Money, a garden, freedom
>But most of all, you want to tap that puffy pony pussy

>>30341961

"Mirabelle, what's the punishment for running away?"
>The busty cow stops and looks at you uncertain "Don't. Just, don't even think about it." she emplores "Really, I mean it. If you get away, all the slaves in the household have to be executed."
>Damn it, if only Mirabelle wouldn't be so cute
>And Bramon not such a bro
>And Nuffy the diamond dog so cuddly
"Forget I asked, bad idea."
>Two hours later the guests are feasting on the food Mirabelle, Bramon and you made
>While Mirabelle and Melony and most others are tending to them, you're still stuck in the kitchen
>Cleaning duty
>That and you're not desired to be seen by the guests, the relatively fresh wounds on your back still bleed a little from time to time and the mistress wants to avoid making the impression that her servant are insubordinant
>White toga's aren't exactly good at hiding red stains, that's not only applicable for wine
>It's actually preferrable this way, when you think about it
>Guests can get grabby
>Especially when there's wine involved
>You touch the collar around your neck and sigh while the background noises from the feast tell a story of joy, fun and unbridled sex with changing partners
>The pans and pots are cleaned in no time and you make a little hill in the bubble mountain of the sink kingdom
>A clicking noise behind you catches your attention, but there is nothing when you look
>The sun begins to set outside the window, the kitchen has a nice view this time of the day
>Too bad there's no one you can share it with, you're all alone scrubbing forks and knifes
>Maybe Fork-san can be your girlfriend tonight
>Looking through the bubbles at the fork in your hand, you try to imagine whether or not there are ways for a man to satisfy himself with nothing but this tool
>Maybe if you were horribly masochistic
>Not an option
>What about Knife-sama?

>>30335959
But they keep focus on stupid rune magic and black magic thing. We maybe don't have magic but we HAVE many trick.

>>30341967

>Cleaning the cutting tool of scraps, you marvel at yourself in the blade's reflection
>There is someone behind you
>It's too dark to make out any distinct outline, but two steel-blue orbs gaze into your eyes through the reflection
>You whirl around with eyes as big as saucers, spraying drops of water and bubbles in an arc around you
>There she stands
>Though she is smaller in height, she weighs more than you
>Quite a bit in actuality
>Like real lions, bundles of muscle and energy
>You always wondered if the beak made them more dangerous than lions
>Standing on all fours, her head is level with your chest
>Why isn't she saying anything?
>You're about to break the silence when she raises an ashen talon slowly, reaching for your own hands and squeezing them together
>That's when you notice that there is still Knife-sama clutched in between them, held forward in something that could be considered a threatening gesture
>She could have you flayed alive for this
>An attempt to release your weapon is hindered by her own talon, she doesn't crush your hands. God knows, she could do it
>Griffons talons are freaks of nature, you've seen them stop blades and crush stones
>But she doesn't, she stares you in the eyes
>No malice, no sadism, you can't read her at all
>Like a creepy doll
>After what felt like minutes, her talon wanders to the knife and pulls it from your fingers without resistance
>The blade reflecting the last rays of an orange sun vanishing behind the horizon
"I-I didn't mean to-"
>She puts the knife on a counter and turns to leave "Wash yourself, and change your rags. Your presence was requested by one of the guests."
>The raven exits the kitchen
>Not exactly the romantic sunset you had in mind, and certainly not as relaxing as you hoped

[]=======================================[]

>"Looks like a minotaur to me." an old griffon patriarch says, a dozen golden necklaces hanging from his neck

>>30341974

>You're standing in the biggest room the villa has, it has a fancy name you don't remember, but it doesn't matter anyhow
>"Yes, yes." a second one agrees, clinging to the first one like a tumor "Like a mishappen minotaur, a naked mishappen minotaur. Are you sure he doesn't have any sicknesses?"
>The mistress Feathercrest answers him promptly "If he had any communicable diseases, I wouldn't have bought him in the first place."
>She gestures Mirabelle to fan her just a tad bit quicker with the twirl of a claw, her boobs jiggling faster accordingly
>D-Down, boy!
>The feast is loud and all around you
>Almost two dozen important bird people of different paths in life are conversing without a care in the world
>Stuffing their bellies with your food, there is a spark of proudness coming to life in your chest, no one dislikes it
>Most have one of their own servants with them, always the same white roughspun tunics
>Like a uniform for slaves
>Imperial guards are stationed at every entrance, the city provides them for a small fee at these banquets
>They're armored with pompous helmets and the uniforms of the griffon army, flashy red cloth and silver plate
>You wonder what they are thinking
>Probably nothing, soldiers don't think
>They're just here to make these people feel safe
>And as insurance that you behave, the black bitch lounges nearby and eats to her hearts content
>Never quite letting you out of the corner of her blue eyes
>Hopefully she chokes on it
>"No, you fools." An elderly griffon berates the other two "I've seen one of those before. He's not mishappen. In the murals of the old temple..."
>Yes!
>Tell them what a pristine example of a human you are!
>"He's an octopus hybrid." The old fart goes on
>Oh god, why
>"Tell him to get rid of the toga, my dear." The old one is very familiar with you owner, who in turn just points at you with a half-hearted nod
>You get the message and rid yourself of the fabric
>Let them bask in your nakedness

>>30341981

>The griffon with the gold chains rubs his chin and his second 'hmm's
>As if they knew what they were looking at
>"He has those stunted teats that male minotaurs have." Goldie exclaims
>His tumor grabs him by the shoulder and jerks him once "Yes, but no hooves, no horns. His gait isn't that of a cripple."
>Your eyes wander over to Klawsteen, she's talking with a gruff looking griffon with a full beard and more scars than feathers
>No one to save you, Mirabelle is looking at you very scrutinizing though
>It's cold in here, okay?
>"Does his dick work?" the old one asks nonchalantly
>Your owner nods in reply and the griffon, who's more gold than bird, pipes in "Make him fuck. I want to see it, please."
>"If it's one of your slaves, sure." Feathercrest states "But I'm warning you, the guy I got him from said he's one of those breeders."
>If it's sentient and has a pussy, you're gonna make it pregorate
>And it's not gonna be a hybrid, and it's not gonna be a human
>Goldie makes a face "Ugh, I already have two pregnant slaves. No thanks... what about your servant manager?"
>Feathercrest wrinkles her forehead "You'll have to ask her that yourself, I have her employed, not in servitude."
>Servitude, they love using euphemisms to make slavery sound less like slavery
>The rich griffon jumps up without warning and and makes his way towards the raven one
>Giving your backside a glance while passing by "Ooh, looks like some servant was naughty."
>You see a telling twitch in the corner of your mistress' eye
>She didn't like that
>Pray to all the gods that you don't get punished because people saw you got punished
>That would be ass
>Over near the banquet table, you see a pitch black griffon make a denying gesture to a griffon with mad bling bling
>He folds his talons and bows, but she just shakes her head
>They talk heatedly for a full minute and eventually Klawsteen points to the senators chest
>Looks like they're talking about space shuttles

>>30341986

>He then holds up one of his accessoirs and she says a short sentence you can't hear through the noise, while circling a claw over all of them
>You feel a bad feel when the senator comes back in proud strides, entirely without anything golden to his body
>Following in his wake is the raven, looking like Mister T
>You're not sure whether you should laugh or cry
>It suits her surprisingly well
>"Dear Chicks and Gentleroosters, we have a show." The senator announces, much louder than neccessary and obviously trying to get more attention than you'd like
>Altough that threshold's been crossed the moment you entered this room
>Heads turn and chairs are moved
>In no time you have an audience of over a dozen smug chickens
>Melony appears amused, why?
>You didn't really think this would happen, it hasn't fully sunk in yet
>"Hey, slave." The tumor senator addresses you directly "How many children do you have?"
>Wow, that's private
"I've absconded sex in the pursuit of becoming a wizard."
>The two senators, the old geezer and your mistress exchange glances before breaking into bellowing laughter that spreads through the audience
>"A wimp, huh?" one of them says in amusement
>Rude
>Your goals are noble
>Klawsteen appears from behind, pulling a lounger behind her
>Didn't even notice her vanishing
>You're starting to get nervous
>Your soldier isn't ready to salute in front of so many generals
>And griffons don't exactly have the curves to get him marching
>A black talon pushes you back and you fall on the lounger with a 'pomf'
>Before you can say 'Wah', she already has you straddled
>Did she miss the part where they said you are quite fertile, even with griffons?
>She was there when Feathercrest bought you off the market
"Aren't you going to get pregnant?"

>>30341994

>"Nah." she quips as she rubs her butt against you, testing and checking how best to proceed
"Are you going to explain why?"
>Long winded explanation about conception, you're an ace at this sex thing
>"Nah." is all you get though
"Listen, human sex is dangerous. Our secretions are volatile and aci#$%^Mmmpfh"
>Her talon clamps shut over your mouth "Shut yer trap already, we're doing this one way or another."
>Is it too late to revoke your consent?
>[One rough intercourse later.]
>Klawsteen lies comfortably on the lounger next to you, smoke rising from a pipe in her talon
>The other arm stuck under your neck and flung over your chest
>She just stares at nothing in particular, content with how things are while you silently cry into your palms
>The attention of the feast quickly dissipated after you shot your cannon
>A senator is still arguing with the old one whether you're a weird minotaur or an octopus hybrid and the mistress excused herself shortly after the raven was done with you
>The feast is slowly coming to an end and a few guests are already leaving
>The hysterical woman inside you is continiously screaming 'RAAAAAAPE!' and you lost your chance to become a wizard
>But apart from that, you don't feel bad at all
>You lean onto Klawsteen and draw sensible circles in the fur on her belly, telling her in a husky voice
"You know, humans mate for life."
>Her eyes shoot open as wide as saucers and her head snaps around to lock onto you in one lighting movement
>You can literally hear her Jennies rustling
>"That's just a cultural thing, right?" there is hope in her voice
"I will literally die if I have sex with someone else."
>She rolls her eyes, relaxes again and says with a smoke filled sigh "Good luck then."

>>30342000

>She didn't buy it, damn
>Her next sentence is whispered and she doesn't look in your direction on purpose "Hmpfh, keep doing that."
>There is red under all that black, you know it
>Your hand continues to draw abstract penises into her fur, and she starts making a weird sound with every breath
>It takes you two full minutes to realize that she's trying her damndest to suppress her purrs
>Unf
>She avoids eye contact
>You expand your abstract dongs into a detailed map of the pre-industrial cluster of northern european city states in alphabetical order
>For the untrained eye it looks like ordinary belly rubs, but they aren't
>One of the patrons notices what's going on and smirks, pointing at the two of you while talking to his friends
>Klawsteen stops you and gets up as soon as she notices, then stomps out of the room with a tail swishing like mad
>Since no one is interested in you anymore, you excuse yourself from the dying gathering
>You find yourself wondering where the raven went

>>30337203
This one's late because the Skype group dudes were doing their exams. Stand by for new thred.

>>30342011
That's all I have for now, thanks for reading.
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>>30342032
I like. The only thing that bothers me is the lack of periods. It shouldn't, but it does.

>>30342032
Now there's a name I haven't seen in a long while.

Now make them fu—oh. I see.

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>>30342032
is good, pls write more when possible

>>30342032
Anon being good at petting MLP species is best trope. Putting this on my radar along with the boop story.

>>30342032
I'm intrigued. Continue.

The first section was a stark contrast to the rest, but I don't see the problem.

Anyone interested in this little idea?
>>30343039

Bumping from 10.

>>30342384
It's /pol/ trash but I keked

>>30342032
I fucking love you.

Fuck off of page 10, thanks.

>>30343991
no

>>30335047
Batfags, please stay in your own cancerous general. Or just fuck off altogether, that would be nice too.

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>>30346412
>when you find a new trigger to add in to things

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>...
>......
>Your eyes barely creek open, looking but not registering.
>Warm.
>Soft.
>Nice.
>Now back to sleep.
>...
>Your bed is moving.
>Stop moving, bed.
>Your covers won't stay still either.
>Cut this shit out, guys. You're trying to sleep.
>You sluggishly open your eyes once more, detesting the crust building up.
>Gross.
>...
>This is the living room.
>Why are you in here?
>...Oh, right.
>Before you can process anything else, an upside-down head invades your view, poking in from the top.
>Why.
>Why is she still here.
>Yea you know the answer, but maybe if you keep asking it'll magically change into one you prefer.
>The Night Princess remains mute as she observes you.
>Whatever.
>Your brain still isn't fully functional, and you have no plans to change that.
>Sleep, you're in charge now.
>Your eyelids close as you nestle yourself as close as physically possible to your heavenly couch, your covers adjusting accordingly.
>...
>......
>Hold the fuck up.
>You begrudgingly return to the mortal world, glancing down to the comforter draped across the middle section of your body.
>...
>That is not a comforter.
>That's a wing.
>A very, /very/ familiar wing.
>...
>You turn your head just a little to check out the couch.
>...
>You're not lying against the couch.
>...
>Almost comically, you look up.
>Luna's still there, regarding you with a calm inverted expression.
>...
>......
"What are you doing."
>Holy shit you sound awful.
>Luna's response is very matter-of-fact.
>"We are lying with you."
>You resist the urge to respond with "obviously", instead going straight to the point.
"Why."
>"We enjoy the comforts of your embrace. Who is to say it does not work in reverse?"
>Uh, Twilight? Rarity?
"/I'm/ the one with the magic fingers."
>You laboriously poke a hand out from under her wing, waggling your digits.

>>30348946
>Luna isn't deterred, smiling softly at your display.
>"Anonymous, one does not /need/ talents such as yours to provide gratification. You are an anomaly."
>Yea, and it's awesome.
>"All that is needed is mutual feelings."
>Her smile diminishes a bit, eyes losing some of their luster.
>"If you wish for Us to remove Ourselves, We will not argue. Of course, We have no intentions of exiting your household."
>Do you /really/ want her gone?
>...
"No, it's fine. Was just... confused."
>You feel the equine body behind you ease up from tension previously unknown.
>Your gaze drifts away as you speak.
"This is nice."
>"Indeed."
>Her tone is lighter. She's probably smiling now.
>You glance back down to your lower half.
>You'd think you would've noticed your predicament sooner, considering Luna's hind legs are practically intertwined with yours.
>You're ninety-nine percent certain she ditched her slippers.
>Her tail runs away from your feet, spread out across the remainder of the couch.
>Thank goodness you got a bigger couch.
>You sink back into the pillow, trying to determine whether or--
>Wait.
>There aren't supposed to be any pillows in this room.
>Where did this come from?
>You twist your head to peer at it, instantly recognizing the pattern.
>This is one of the smaller decorative pillows from your room.
>...
>Your blood goes cold.
>Shit.
>She went in there.
>Again.
>Did she see anything?
>She hasn't said anything yet.
>As far as you know, unless Luna is Equestria's best poker player, she's still in the dark with your insectile companions.
>Dream You hasn't fucked up in that department, thank god.
>You sorely want to confirm that yes, she did enter your bedroom, but you don't want to draw attention to it.
>Better to leave it be... and work on normalizing your heart rate.
>But before that...
>Your arm brushes past dark-blue feathers, reaching your mouth just in time to painfully cough into your elbow.

>>30348951
>Immediately after you're done ruing your life, a cobalt-tinged glass of water presents itself to you.
>"Are you in need of water?"
>It's like she can read your mind.
"Yes please."
>Your non-raised arm preps to push you up, but Luna has other plans.
>Wrapping your upper body in her magical grasp, she retracts her wing before raising you to sit up straight.
>...Thanks?
>You slouch forward as her aura dissipates around everything but the glass.
>Your weakened hands find sufficient grip, and it's yours for the taking.
"Thanks."
>You're inches away from drinking when you stop.
>...
>On second thought, you should wait.
>"What is the matter?"
>You tentatively eye the now-lowered glass before extracting one of your legs to hang precariously over the edge of the couch.
"I need a new cup. This water's been sitting out since earlier."
>Before you can move any further, your leg is returned to its prior resting spot.
>"Do not worry, Anonymous. We have refreshed its contents hourly since your slumber."
>Oh. That's nice of her.
>You consume half of the room-temperature liquid before calling it quits, glancing over at the coffee table.
>...That letter wasn't there before, nor was it open.
>You twitch as the glass is plucked from your hands, soaring away to rest on the table.
>Maybe she /can/ read minds.
>Or just yours, at the very least.
>No aura attempts to pull you back down, so you take a few moments to observe the room.
>Only the lighting has changed, the orange rays of sunrise long gone in favor of what you suspect is midday illumination.
>In fact, a quick look at the grandfather clock confirms it.
>You've most likely been out for six hours at the least.
>Satisfied with your inspection, you lower yourself to lie back down.
>You've barely settled in before Luna's wing returns to cover you like a feathery blanket.
>To further complement it, a foreleg drapes itself across your chest, pulling you in.

>>30348954
>And here you thought you would miss out on your weekly cuddle session.
>Well, it /is/ a little different than usual but you're not complaining.
>Contact is contact.
>...
>Okay, you're complaining a little.
>You glance up to find a content alicorn staring back, moderate cyan eyes piercing your own.
"Luna, I... appreciate your concern and consideration--"
>Just the brief hesitation was enough for her expression to tighten.
"--But you have... /princess shit/ to do, unless I've been sorely mistaken with your title."
>You sound a lot better now. Less exhaustion, although the gravel hasn't left.
>The Night Princess lets out a faint huff.
>"How many times will you attempt to dissuade Us from staying?"
"A lot. I'm not wrong, and you know that."
>"Our duties can be postponed if a matter of utmost importance comes up."
>You roll your eyes.
>This again...
"This is not--"
>"We and We alone decide what constitutes an emergency. Your opinion is duly noted."
>Once again, you are not going anywhere with this subject.
>Stubborn as a mule, this mare.
>All you know is no one better get mad at you for her absence.
>You'll just point two fingers and say "It's her fault."
>Well, her stubbornness is flattering, if not annoying.
>Yea you're friends, but most friends don't put off running an entire goddamn nation to help their sick alien buddy.
>Perhaps you still woefully misunderstand the definition of the word "friend" in Equestria.
>Whatever. No reason to dwell on what you can't change.
>Besides, something else is bugging you far more than any persistent alicorn ever could.
>Something that should've been asked earlier.
"Question."
>Luna is still terse, likely expecting more resistance.
>"Answer."
>What.
>Your face must mirror your mild surprise, because she lightens up.
>Yes, yes, absolutely hilarious...
"Funny."
>"Thank you."
>Using your own tactics against you. Cruel.
"Why did you come here?"

>>30348960
>It happens in an instant.
>Luna deflates, ears wilting in sorrow.
>...
>You'd do anything to take that back.
>There's a few seconds of silence, then she speaks.
>"We were worried."
>'Worried'?
>Worried about what?
>...
>She can't be serious.
>It was /one/ day.
>ONE.
>In what fucking universe do you charge into a friend's house after they miss a date ONCE.
>Just...
>Ugh.
>You close your eyes, trying-- and failing-- to wrap your head around her actions.
"...I miss /one/ visit and you bring a battering ram to my front door."
>Your mild frustration only adds confusion to the list of emotions Luna's going through.
>"We would never so hastily jump to conclusions if your absence was the only problem."
>Huh?
>Now it's your turn to look puzzled.
>"Our appearance is not the product of a rash decision, Anonymous. There were other factors at play."
>She's losing you here.
>Another few seconds of silence.
>"We will admit to feeling disappointed when your letter did not arrive on Saturday. We requested the Canterlot and Ponyville Post Office do a proper search to make sure it was not mishandled, yet nothing was returned."
>A late letter isn't going to change your mind.
>"A disappointment, but We understood. Perhaps an event came up and demanded most of your day. Or maybe it slipped your mind."
"No."
>Luna stares blankly at you.
"I would never forget. Come on."
>Luna offers a weak smile.
>"We will admit that was a bit far-fetched. Regardless, there are many reasons for a message to be delayed; few warrant a checkup."
>Wait, so she agrees with you?
>Now you're curious.
>"We were eager to converse with you through the night, as well as inquire towards your missing letter."
>That's right, she could've gotten whatever information she wanted directly from Dream You.
>Soooo...
>"When the time came, We quickly sought out the familiar landscape of your mind... only to find emptiness."
>...
>What?
"As in, no dream?"
>Luna nods, and her mood falls a little.

>>30348965
>"With each passing hour, Our search grew wider with no results to show. Only when the Moon called to be lowered did We cease our investigation."
>But you were asleep...
>Did that happen because you're sick?
>"We once again rationalized the situation as best We could... The /only/ way We could. 'Perhaps Anonymous stayed up late.'"
>Luna, whose eyes had since glossed over, refocuses on you.
>There's more to come, that much is obvious.
>Yet she looks so down already.
>You're debating whether or not to ask her to stop.
>"Before We continue, there is an important fact you must know."
>The Night Princess sobers up, if just a little.
>"Ponies /dream/, Anonymous. Whether in sickness or in health, pure elation or depression; every pony, every single being in this world /dreams/. There are only two reasons for somepony to not experience a dream."
>You're apprehensive now.
>You don't know why, but you don't like where this is going.
>"They are either awake, or they are deceased."
>...
>No.
>Nononono.
>You want to speak, but nothing comes out.
>Luna has returned to recounting her day.
>"It was not unreasonable to conclude thou had stayed up late, long past sleeping hours for reasons unknown. We, sadly, could not come to terms with it and continued to search until the start of thy normal waking hours."
>Even her speech...
>"Nagging uneasiness tormented Us until a lone thought calmed Ourselves."
>At this point you know the gist of what she's going to say, yet you can only stare in silence.
>"'Anonymous is visiting today. We will get answers when he arrives.'"
>It shouldn't be possible for Luna to continue slipping into deeper and deeper despondency.
>"The time came and went, leaving only increasing anxiety it its wake... Again, we rationalized it to the best of our ability. 'Do not worry, Luna. Perhaps Anonymous is sleeping. He stayed awake throughout the night, did he not?'"
>...

>>30348970
>"We are not proud to say the few trivial tasks We intended to complete yesterday remain unfinished, as We chose to further search for any sign of thy dreams."
>This is a train wreck in slow-motion, only there's nothing fascinating about it.
>"We did not receive a letter for two days. We could not find thy dream. Thou had failed to show up during the day."
>Luna casually lists each problem, her expression utterly betraying her true feelings.
>"We had divulged Our situation to Sister beforehoof; only during dinner did We reveal thy disappearance in the Dream Realm. She was concerned as well, and recommended waiting one more night. If nothing showed, a letter would be sent posthaste to Twilight Sparkle."
>Now the Night Princess closes her eyes.
>"...We tried, Anonymous. We promised Sister that We would wait. We. /Tried/."
>Her foreleg tightens around you.
>"We did not last four hours before We broke. There was no rationalizing thine absence anymore. We did not wait to notify Sister or anypony else. We flew here as fast as Our wings would carry us, all while one thought incessantly haunted Us."
>To your mild relief, she doesn't mention it.
>You don't think you could handle hearing it.
>"We halted in Ponyville only to wake Twilight Sparkle and briefly relay the situation. She was understandably tired, but willing to assist Us. We quickly arrived at thy front door, and..."
>Luna stops, eyes still shut.
>...
>......
>Wow.
>That was...
>Wow.
>How do you even respond to that?
>You can't help but glance away in thought before looking back to her.
"Well... I mean... I'm fine, so..."
>There's a heavy silence that follows, the air thick with emotions.
>You have no idea what to do.
>Finally the Night Princess clears her throat, resuming her talk in a low, controlled tone.
>"We feared the worst. We can rationalize no contact. We can rationalize your absence. We can /barely/ rationalize two days of undiscovered dreams... but We cannot extenuate them when put together."

>>30348976
>Luna opens her eyes.
>It's only now that you can see the deep-rooted worry and distress that's been plaguing her for days.
>A lesser mare probably would've broken down by now.
>"Understand my position, Anonymous. Understand the knowledge I carry. You are unique, yes, but you are also my /friend/. I could not bear the thought of losing you."
>...
>That hurt.
>A lot.
>Luna continues to stare down at you, her mane dancing across the couch's backrest.
>"There are no words to describe the emotion felt upon seeing you lying across the floor. Hearing you announce yourself as ill did little to ease, and your adamancy against seeking medical attention at Ponyville General only enraged me. Why would you refuse help?"
>She must've stored that deep inside her, because you can't remember her looking anything close to pissed.
>"But I trust you, Anonymous... to an extent. Despite everything I went through, I trusted your knowledge."
>Even after all of that...
>"I will confess... When Twilight announced her intentions to stay with you, I was not pleased. I was disappointed, to say the least, of her negligence in keeping watch over you. That is one reason I excused her from assisting."
>And the other?
>"As for the other... I was worried. Worried something else would befall you if I departed while you remained under ailment. Anxiety brought me here, and anxiety makes me stay."
>Luna glances away for a moment before looking back to you.
>"That is why We are here, Anonymous. That is why we are excusing ourselves from Canterlot for the day; why Sister has not chastised me; why We will endure your endless insistence on having Us depart."
>Here it comes.
>"Because we care."
>...
>......
>Fuck.
>Your chest feels funny, as though there's a weight on it.
>All of that...
>...
"Sorry."
>Your voice comes out as a whisper.
>How couldn't you be sorry?
>All of her actions make sense now.
>You wish you could take back every semi-joking request you made asking for her to leave.

>>30348983
>The Night Princess wearily smiles, which only makes you feel like trash.
>"Do not apologize, Anonymous. There was not a way for you to be aware of this information beforehoof."
>You shake your head, dragging it over the pillow.
"I could've been less harsh or something..."
>"You were not acrid in any way. Rather, you were acting like yourself..."
>Her foreleg once again secures itself across you.
>"...And that is all We can ask for."
>...
>Your face feels warm.
>Luna cares about you.
>A lot.
>Do all ponies act this way towards friends?
>Regardless, you like it.
>You like her.
>You feel the corners of your lips twisting upwards.
"I guess you can stay."
>The gloom clouding Luna's cyan eyes fades a little, and she huffs in amusement.
>"Finally, We have gained your coveted approval. It is an honor."
"Don't let it get to your head."
>"We cannot promise anything."
>At that, you chuckle, and she lightens up even more.
>...
"Thank you."
>Luna's smile is more genuine now.
>"There is no need to thank Us. After all..."
>You finish the sentence with a small grin of your own.
"...That's what friends are for."
-----

>You watch the now-empty bowl levitate out of view, presumably towards the kitchen.
>Luna must have quite the photographic memory if she can move things around in there without seeing them.
>With a sigh of contentment, you lower yourself against the soft coat you've become all too comfortable with in the past day.
>You shouldn't be encouraging this.
>But you can't tell her to leave.
>...And /maybe/ you don't want her to leave.
"Remind me to get that fish-soup recipe from you later."
>"We will include it in Our next letter, if you wish."
"Nice."
>In all honesty, you weren't expecting Luna to be knowledgeable in Culinary Arts, let alone cooking /meat/.
>Turns out she picked up a few things over the years.
>Her many, many years...
>She's old.
>You already knew that but it's a weird thought to process.
>Whoops, you're going off track.

>>30348987
>Your gaze drifts up to the dark blue mare who's barely moved since arriving.
"Are you /sure/ Celestia won't bother you about your extended absence?"
>Luna's attention returns to you.
>"We have notified Sister of Our whereabouts and intentions. She understands and holds no enmity towards Us."
"...And the rest of your, uh, duties?"
>There's a pregnant silence that follows.
>"Equestria survived during Our... /abeyance/. We have little doubt it can do so again for a few days."
>Huh?
>Thankfully the Night Princess acknowledges your confusion.
>"That is a story for another day, Anonymous, although we are appalled you have not yet learned of Our actions."
>That only confuses you even more.
>What actions?
>You open your mouth to question her but stop.
>She looks a tad bit sullen.
>If she said "another day", you'll wait. It's not that important.
"Okay."
>Luna returns to staring at nothing in particular, her expression flat.
>That leaves you to contemplate the mysteries of the universe.
>...Or rather, one mystery of Ponyville.
"Twilight said she was gonna stop by today."
>There's a few seconds where it looks like Luna has to bring herself back to the present.
>"And she did. You were asleep when Twilight Sparkle arrived. She lingered only to confirm you were receiving suitable treatment before departing. She also mentioned visiting your workplace to notify your employers of your unexplained absence."
>Oh shit, you forgot about the latter.
>You need to thank Book Horse when you're better.
>Also, you think you'd have woken up with the pair talking right next to you. Then again, you've turned into one helluva heavy sleeper while sick.
>...
"Still nothing in the Dream Realm?"
>Luna tenses up, a fetlock digging into your side.
>"No."
"What'll you do when it reappears?"
>Another pause.
>"We have decided: only when your dream state has returned will We depart."
"Fair enough."

>>30348995
>From what she said, you conveniently clocked out during two of the worst days.
>While you're nowhere near reaching full recovery, there's a noticeable improvement in your current health compared to Sunday.
>You wouldn't be surprised if you're fit for extended walks by Thursday.
>...
>Does that mean she's gonna stick around even longer?
>She can't do-- Well, actually she can.
>See, this is what happens when power is left unchecked.
>You break out of your fifth-grade rehash to find Luna staring at you.
>What? Is there something on your face?
>Two can play at this game.
>...
>......
>You carefully extract an arm from underneath her wing, raising it towards her.
>You're rusty, but you don't lose months of practice over the course of three days.
>Unexpectedly, Luna shies away at the last moment, your finger poking empty space.
>What.
>Your alicorn friend's expression remains calm, continuing to study you.
>Let's try that again.
>Readjust aim, and...
>You whiff again.
>...
>The next few minutes are spent vainly attempting to boop Luna, who continues to duck and weave like a professional boxer.
>Her mane moves around with her, sparkling with each tremor.
>You'd admire it more if you weren't getting frustrated.
>Stay /still/ you stubborn--
>Finally your arm is covered in a cobalt aura, preventing you from moving.
>Sure your arm is waving the white flag, but you're not stopping until justice is served.
>"You are persistent, We will acknowledge that."
>Ever so slowly, you carefully drag your other arm up towards your chest.
"Stop moving."
>Luna shakes her head with a smile.
>"We will do no such thing."
"Why not?"
>Your arm is almost at the point where you can quickdraw it. With a little bit of luck, you'll catch her off guard enough to deliver the fatal blow.
>"Because, Anonymous..."
>Your one free arm goes tingly, alerting you to its now-useless state.
>Curse her attentiveness.

>>30348999
>"...We do not desire any of your boops or massages, cuddles or 'ear scritches' as you so fondly call them."
>What!? Impossible!
"You speak /lies/."
>Luna snorts, but otherwise manages to keep her composure.
>"We speak the truth. We only ask for a safe and speedy recovery."
>...
"Why can't you ask for all of the above?"
>"Our focus is on restoring your health, not giving in to petty desires."
>You don your best pouty face.
"But I /wanna/ boop you."
>Luna's ear twitches ever so faintly.
>"We want /you/ to avoid overexerting yourself."
"It's just a touch. Come on, Luna."
>"We decline."
"Don't fight it, Luna."
>"You will not convince Us."
"You want it, I want it. Just let it happen, Luna."
>The number of innuendos that go completely over the heads of most ponies...
>"Anonymous..."
"It's perfectly natural."
>The dead-pan look she gives you is so unexpected you have to tightly purse your lips to avoid bursting into painful laughter.
>Shit, maybe she got that one.
>Your restrained laughter doesn't go unnoticed, and the Night Princess cracks a smile of her own.
>You feel her aura fade away and you lower your arm to rest beside you, your hand lazily rubbing a spot on her wing's tendon.
>Even with such a small act, you feel her body relax, hind legs attempting to stretch out more.
>"We did not expect you to resort to such iniquitous tactics."
>Actually there WEREN'T any underlying intentions behind your rubbing, but since she /insists/...
>You feign ignorance for a grand total of four seconds.
"What, are you talking about this?"
>Your small ministrations expand to include more surface area.
>Luna's cyan eyes narrow, but there's no heart behind it.
>It's more of a last-ditch attempt to pretend she's going to argue.
>A pointless effort; you'd think her twitching ears would be a dead giveaway.
>"Do not feign innocence, Anonymous."
"This is your fault. All I asked for was one boop."

>>30349005
>"We gave you a sufficient response."
"I didn't like it."
>"Cease your ministrations at once."
"I don't wanna."
>You sound like a bratty child.
>Immediately you feel your hand wrapped in her magic.
>Well shit, guess she was serious.
>Your hand remains in place for a few seconds before the aura dissipates.
>...Or not.
>The Night Princess rolls her eyes before returning to observing the living room.
>"...Very well."
>As if there was gonna be any other outcome.
>You continue to gently massage her wing joints, occasionally drifting over to caress one of the many feathers adorning it.
>It's amazing just how /soft/ they are.
>You should brush up on wing anatomy.
>This process goes on for several minutes, not a sound emitting from either of you.
>Hmmm...
>You glance up.
>Luna's eyes are shut, her visage a mask of satisfaction.
>She tried, you'll give her that.
>...
>Slowly, Anon...
>Your free hand slips from underneath her wing, careful to avoid touching it.
>Slowly...
>Up it goes, maintaining a direct course to its target.
>/Slowly/...
>Luna still hasn't budged, unaware of your master plan.
>At this point you're only a few inches away from success.
>You can practically taste victory.
>Just one... more...
>Luna's eyes shoot open and her head whips down to face you.
>Unfortunately for her, your finger doesn't move.
>*Boop*
>...
>Wow.
>She did it to herself.
>You knew she wanted it.
>The Night Princess spends her last few precious seconds giving you the biggest look of betrayal you've ever seen.
"You have only yourself to blame."
>If she had a response to your cheeky banter, you'll never hear it.
>Instead her muzzle scrunches up.
>Alright, looks like you're back in business!
>You'll excuse yourself as soon as possible so you can dole out your long-overdue "love" to the poor changelings /still/ huddled under your bed.
>You've checked on them multiple times since yesterday. Thankfully they're fine, outside of being bored.

>>30349009
>As per the norm, Luna's pupils are twinkling, eerily imitating her mane and tail.
>Of course she'll dissolve into her archaic verbiage, which is a lot more pleasant when there aren't any depressing thoughts behind it.
>"We told thee not to administer any boops."
>A hoof lightly prods your side.
>You bet she wants to sound annoyed, but can't.
>You do love your get-out-of-jail-free card.
"I couldn't help it. I've gone, like, three days without booping anyone, or pet-- massaging, or ear scritches."
>"We forgive thee, if only to sate your impulsive desires."
>Whatever excuse she needs for allowing this, eh?
>You try-- and fail--to suppress a grin, while your hand returns to her wing, resuming where it left off.
"So understanding..."
>Luna says nothing more, only playfully shaking her head before once again looking into the not-so-far distance.
>The next few minutes are uneventful, save for your ongoing massage.
>If you can, you're gonna try to rub her ears next.
>Exactly HOW you plan on pulling that off is beyond you, but you'll be damned if you don't try.
>You chance a glance up to the Night Princess, who's wearing a smile of contentment.
>The main issue is the awkward position you're in relative to reaching her ears.
>She'll see it coming a mile away.
>You'll have to either adjust yourself or make her come to you.
>The latter will probably work better.
>Just pretend you want to whisper something to her, and then you'll strike.
>Flawless tactic, Anon. It can't possibly fail.
>Not now though. You don't want her to grow suspicious.
>Satisfied with your game plan, you settle in closer to the warm alicorn.
>Are all ponies this warm? You swear you're starting to sweat from being so close for such a lengthy period of time.
>Not like you plan on further delving into that inquiry. Your clothes stay ON for everyone else.
>...
>You could've worded that better.
>Anyways, speaking of sweating...
>...Ugh. Gross.
>That confirms it.

>>30349013
>You hate to get up, but you need to.
>How Luna hasn't noticed by now is beyond you, but you're convinced she'll discover it any second now.
>Until you're done getting freshened up, the further away you are from her, the better.
>You semi-reluctantly tap her wing's tendon, looking up to the dark-blue mare.
"Luna."
>The Night Princess glances at you.
>"Yes, Anonymous?"
"I need to get up."
>You already know her next sentence. That's what you get for not being specific.
>"Is there anything you would like to be retrieved?"
"Nah, I have to, uh... take a shower."
>And check up on your bug buddies.
>"Of course. We will not hold you."
>Her wing retracts, exposing the rest of you to the tepid air.
>Yea, cuddling is nice, but in this weather?...
>Fuck it, you don't care.
>A little extra warmth won't stop you.
>With a grunt, you bring yourself to a sitting position, your underused muscles straining from exertion.
>Once you've successfully brought both legs over the edge of the couch, you rise.
>It's supposed to get easier as you get better, but it sure as hell doesn't feel like it.
>You take a moment to ease your legs into the abuse, sighing deeply.
>Maybe you should take a bath. Anything to avoid standing up.
>"Do you need assistance?"
>You glance back to the concerned mare, lazily gesturing with a hand.
"I'm fine. Keeps my legs from getting too complacent."
>Luna nods, although her expression doesn't fade.
>"Understandable, but you did not fully answer Our question."
>What the hell is she talking about?
>You raise an eyebrow.
"You're losing me."
>"Do you require any assistance with bathing?"
>...
>......
>What.
>You open your mouth to properly voice the sheer amount of "What" floating through your head, but can't find the words.
>This is... the third time she's done something that made you question her motives?
>Luna's concern rises at your unresponsiveness.
>"Is something wrong, Anonymous?"
>...Oh.
>/Ohhhh/.
>Okay.

>>30349019
>Her complete cluelessness to her penultimate inquiry strongly suggests her offering to assist you was just that: an offering.
>Get your head out of the gutter, Anon.
>Ponies don't often dress up, so it's not unreasonable to assume something such as bathing together is mundane.
>...At least you hope.
>Either way her assistance is a no-go.
>Thank goodness it was a question and not a demand.
>You have zero intentions of opening the "nudity taboo" issue with her.
>"Anonymous?"
>Your musing comes to an abrupt halt when you realize Luna is making to get off the couch.
"Wait, no!"
>You hold up a hand to reassure her.
"I'm fine. I can shower by myself... Thank you though."
>The Night Princess eyes you for a few moments before carefully returning to her spot.
>"Very well. Do not hesitate to call Us if needed."
>...
"Right."
>You turn back towards the hallway, lumbering your way out of the living room.
>Yet /another/ world-ending crisis averted.
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Part 8-7 done. Criticism needed, etc.

I really need to stop giving estimates on part lengths. Holy shit I am bad at guessing.
With that said, there should be 3 updates left.

>>30349020
>Criticism needed
>Implying there's anything that needs criticism
>Implying it's not great the way it is
:^)
Keep on keeping on writefag

I MAEK WORD

=Familia 11=

“Princess Twilight Sparkle to see Princess Celestia?”
>The guard at the palace gates looks over his clipboard and nods to you with a smile. “Welcome back to Canterlot, your highness!”
>He opens the gate ant ushers you in “Always nice to see you!”
“You too!” you call back.
>Today was the day you were supposed to go visit Anonymous, but Princess Celestia had called you to Canterlot instead.
>Her letter was vague as to the reason, but an official summons was an official summons. Anonymous was the kind of guy who wouldn’t get upset about princess business, anyway.
>The path to the conference room was one you were more than familiar with from the gate, even before your princess duties manifested themselves.
>You remember back when you were a little filly receiving lessons from Princess Celestia how she would always let off steam having come directly from a conference or another just before. Eventually you had asked to see the room she was so annoyed with and remember being a bit disappointed to see nothing but an average meeting table overlooking the city.

>>30349115
“I guess everything seems more intense to a filly.” You say to yourself with a giggle.
>Finally you come to the room and head inside, meeting your first surprise of the day.
“Oh! Anonymous, what are you doing here?”
>The old man with a freshly trimmed beard looks up from his teacup. “Oh, hello Twilight! You’ll have to forgive me if I don’t greet you but an old man like me can’t be roused too easily after he’s had his tea! Hohoho!”
>You chuckle to yourself and walk in, shutting the door behind you.
“I don’t mind, but what brings you here? Is this what Celestia’s summons was about?”
>”Heh. I’m sure Celly just wanted us all to meet.”
>Us?
>You don’t get to ask before someone else speaks up. ”Poppy, do you have enough tea? I’m sure I can find us more.”
>Wait, you knew that voice. It couldn-
>You whip your head to the other end of the room and find that it’s EXACTLY who you think it is.
“WHAT IS -SHE- DOING HERE?!”

>>30349120
-Anon PoV-
>You press down one last time on the suitcase and click it shut.
“There…that should just about do it I think, hmm?”
>You turn and look back at the owner of the suitcase. Celestia’s eyes were wide with tears and her bottom lip trembled.
“Tia…”
>”DAAAAAAADDYYYYYYYYYYY-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y!” she cries through snotty sobs as she throws herself onto your shoulder.
>This had been a common occurrence the last few weeks so you knew at this point to just keep quiet and pat the back of her neck.
“Tia. TIA! It’s alright! This was your idea!”
>”I DON’T WANT THIS IDEEEEAAAAAA!” she bawls.
>You pat her neck again.
>”She still screams?” you hear behind you.
“She still screams.”
>Luna comes out of her room with a suitcase of her own and rolls her eyes. “Let me, I suppose…”
>She goes for Celestia’s bag but gets swatted away by a magical hoof. “I can doooo iiiiiittttt.” Celestia says through sobs.
>Luna scoffs. “Come now sister, compose thyself! T’was our own decision to go to the tribes of ponyfolk and establish a nation! You saw what their division almost did those winters ago!”
>You feel your shoulder getting wetter.
>”BUT I DON’T WANT TO LEAVE DAAAADDYYYYYYY!”
>Luna grunts in annoyance again.
“It’s fine, sweetheart. I expected this. Can you get the door?”
>As Luna opens the front door, you begin to lead Celestia through it.

>>30349124
“Ooookay, okay sweety, let go.”
>Celestia does as you instruct and takes her place next to her sister, you stand before them and smile slowly.
>Luckily, you’d been practicing for this.
“…Look at you two…so big now, so wise!”
>You take a few steps closer and run your hands through their manes, thinking back to when those two little fillies ended up on your doorstep.
“When I was first asked to raise you, I was scared I’d mess it up, did I tell you that?”
>”Only every other year.” Luna says with a sarcastic scoff.
“Well it’s true. But look at you both now…”
>You sniff and pull a tear back into your eye.
“My little girls…going out to make the world a better place. I was scared when you both first came here, but now, now I feel…lighter. Like I know that everything went as it was supposed to.”
>You pull the two of them closer and wrap your arms around them.
“I promise, you two both taught me more than I ever could have taught you…I know you’re both going to do fantastically with the other ponies!”
>The girls sniff and hug you back. “Oh father…”
>”We love you!”
“I love you too, gir-“
>”Oh blast it STOP, this is giving me cavities.”
>The three of you turn to where Discord is leaning in the doorway.
>”I think I’m gonna yak” he says, gagging on himself and coughing up a small six inch high yak from his throat that runs off around the back of the house.
>You chuckle and head over.

>>30349129
>Your boy smiles down at you and strokes his cultivated billy goat beard
“Discord, when YOU first came here, you were the biggest pain in my butt I’d ever experienced. Whereas now-“
>”Now I’m the cultured and erudite master of random chance that keeps your dreary life from becoming completely malaise?”
>You blink a few times wondering when his diction evolved.
“No, now you’re a sliiiightly smaller pain in my butt.” You say, holding your finger and thumb an inch apart.
>”Tch. You’re all love, pops.”
>You hold both your arms out.
>”…No.”
“Yes.”
>”No, dad.”
“Yes, dad.”
>”Dad, I’m serious, I’m nog going to hug you.”
>He took the bait.
“Hi Serious.”
>Discord’s pupils shrink and he jams a finger of his lion paw in your face. “DO NOT”
“It’s nice to meet you.”
>”I’M WARNING YOU!”
>Your arms are still out.
“Youknowhowtomakethisstop!”
>”GAGH!” Discord stops his hoof in annoyance and puts his arms around you, tugging you in for a good-bye hug.

>>30349135
>You enjoy a moment in your first son’s embrace.
“…I’m dad.”
>Discord vanishes in a flash of light and reappears behind his sisters. “There you go! You ruined it! You know this is why people have trust issues!”
>”Thou art such a drama queen, brother.”
>”Oh who asked you.”
>The three children all look to each other and share a small smile. “You know” Discord begins” Living with you two wasn’t as much of a hassle as I thought it might be, I could PERHAPS be talked into doing it again sometime soon.”
>The celestials sisters glance at each other and then say “We couldn’t.” in unison.
>Discord’s face falls. “Hah. Aha. Aha.”
>The three snicker to themselves.
>”You’ll write?” Celestia asks.
>”Oh maybe once or twice, if I’m in the MOOD.” Discord says.
>Luna winks at her sister. “Worry not, we can track him down.”
>A long silence hangs in the air for several heartbeats, and it’s up to dad to break it.
“Go, get out of here, all of you have grand destinies to meet that you can’t do on my doorstep.”
>The three turn their gaze to you now and nod, then Discord floats off. “So long! Farewell! Auf-wiedersehen, you three!”
>Celestia and Luna nod and then fly off themselves, waving goodbye with tears in the corners of their eyes as well.
>And you stand there, grinning like a mad fool beaming with pride watching them go.

>>30349138
>That night you stand by your favorite tree and talk to the wind with a glass of milk in your hand.
“Ah, you should have seen the three of them, Red. If I was as proud as I was, I can’t even begin to imagine your reaction.”
>The wind swirls among the grass and up to your ears. “I promise, it couldn’t have been as beaming as yours.”
>You take a sip and ponder that.
“How does that make sense? They’re your creations, them realizing their destiny has got to be a point of pride for you, right?”
>”Who is more worthy of praise? The one who built the house, or the one who made someone want to live in it?” she asks.
>You take another sip.
“…Deep.”
>”I try.”
“Come on though, not even a bit?”
>The wildflowers chime with a melodious chuckle. “I’m happy that the three of them are taking their first steps into a larger world. They have a lot to do in it.”
>You nod, that was true.
>”But I’m also happy for you, partner. You proved my hunch right.”
“Hunch? What hunch?”
>The stars in the sky seem to look down on you with grace and gratitude. “That it doesn’t matter where something comes from, what matters is what we do with it while it’s here.”
>You nod and smile to yourself.
“Yeah, I think I understand that.”
>”Good, because it’s about to be put to the test.” Your partner says before the wind abruptly stops and you hear something hiss from your house behind you.
“Huh?”

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>>30349142

>What was that noise?
>You hide yourself behind the tree and peak back at your domicile, never having seen it be this threatening before.
“Heeeello?”
>There! Off to the side, you see movement, black on black darting to the shadows underneath your porch.
“Hey! Who’s there!”
>Silence is your answer.
>You gather your courage and creep closer towards the deck.
“I saw you run under there, you might as well come out!”
>No answer, but you hear something shuffling around down there.
>Your curiosity overrides your survival instinct now, making you lean down and look in through the hole it must have squeezed through.
“Is it a raccoon?” you ask out loud.
>”I am most certainly NOT!” is your high pitched response.
>You jump back a bit and an awkward silence sets in.
>”U-uh…I mean…you heard nothing, pale thing! Now away with you!”
“I can’t go anywhere.” You tell the little voice “This is my home.”
>The voice is quiet again, not having considered that, perhaps.
“I know you’re in there now, what are you?”
>You hear shifting and a slight rumbling sound.
>”Hungry…” it answers, pathetically but earnestly.
>The sky smiles down at you when your feet start moving on their own.
“Hold on.”
>You head inside the house and grab a basket of cookies you and Celestia had made a week or so prior. Once you return outside, you have a seat next to the hole and put one in your mouth.
“See? Yummy.”
>You then offer one to the darkness.
“Would you like one?”
>”…What is in it?” asks the voice.
“Uhm…dough, chocolate, and love?”
>”…Stay right there and do not move.” The voice says wearily.
>You do as you’re asked and let her walk closer to you just as the moon shifts slightly and you get a good look at her.
“My…you’re certainly a unique one.”

>>30349147

-Twilight PoV-
>”Stop yelling, by the Progenitors.” She says rubbing her hooves against her forehead.
“Not until someone tells me what is going on! Why are you HERE, Chrysalis!?”
>”To receive a splitting migraine, it seems!” she retorts.
>Anonymous chuckles with a slightly pained look on his face in the seat next to her. “Quite the set of lungs on her, huh?” he asks.
>Chrysalis nods. “Quite so, Poppy.”
>She said it again.
“Don’t tell me…”
>”Don’t tell you what?” Anonymous asks.
>”I invited them here, Twilight.”
>Princess Celestia enters the room over your shoulder and bows her head. “Apologies for my lateness daddy, matters of state.”
>Anonymous smiles warmly. “You never need apologize to me, Tia.”
“I- But- She-“
>”One at a time, Twilight.”
>You take a breath. “Will someone PLEASE explain to me what is going on?”
>”You’re smart, Sparkle.” Chrysalis says next to Anonymous. “Guess.”
>Celestia walks around the table and sits on the other side of Chrysalis, getting narrowed eyes and a tighter mouth from the Changeling.
“Uh…nevermind, I think I figured it out.”
>”Your mastery of the obvious is as developed as Celestia’s then.”
>”Be nice.” Anonymous chides.
>Chrysalis takes a deep breath and utters a faint “Sorry.” Under her breath.
>Celestia beams and nuzzles her head. “I forgive you.”
>”Joy. Of joys.” Chrysalis bites out.
>”Little sister~.”
>”DO NOT. Call me that.” She spits out again.
>Both Celestia and Anonymous laugh to themselves.
“I- Why did you call me here, Princess?”
>Celestia looks down at you with motherly affection. “Today it has been decided that you will learn about the…other members of our extended royal family.”
>Chrysalis is still uncomfortable. “Of all those that I could have to tell this tale to, Sparkle. It would HAVE to be you.”
>”It could be Cadence again.” Anonymous says.
>”Objection withdrawn.”

>>30349154
Pastebin updated.
https://pastebin.com/u/Mandroid
For 8th: https://pastebin.com/30xufVh7
Gibe thoughts.

I'm technically three days before it'd be a month since I last updated, that means I didn't break my promise to get this one out faster.

In all seriousness, sorry to be tardy to the party again. Busy time in my life with work and other things I got goin' on. *coughplayingPersona5cough*

On the plus side, I have my idea for my fic after this one. I'll probably post a one-shot or something of the pilot chapter to test the waters with it.

Till next time guy.

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>>30349162

Hi there

Where is coolguy

>>30351725
I fucked him to death.

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>>30336744
>Here Anon, I got you green. Lemme smash.

>>30352034
Cool

>>30349020
Oh, my. That was the most beautiful update to a beloved story that I have EVER read. It literally brought tears of joy to my eye. Luna's 'not a confession' confession, Anon's slow realization (ugh, I hope he gets a clue soon). Masterfully crafted Anon; Bravo. I anxiously await your next update.

>>30349162
Great update Mandroid. Thanks! Your efforts are appreciated. The world you're crafting before my mind's eye is a delight to behold. Thank you for continuing and I look forward to the next update.

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>>30351725
You rang?

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>>30353113
Hi
Stay frosty

Just wanted to let you guys know I'm not dead. Lack of update has been due to work stuff. My 10 hour shifts have become 12 to 14 the past several days. Sorry for the delays. Will update when I can again

>>30353832
6 day 12 on 12 off funtimes

wooooooo

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where is fallanon? does anyone know?
hope he's alright, love his story. it seems like life is catching up to him though, I hope he makes it through
I believe in you!

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>>30353832
>>30354392
wait I'm dumb, guess I need to read more

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So you guys all remembered to make a solstice offering, right?

>>30354432
she's missing chunks of her body

>>30354432
I left some graham crackers outside but then raccoons showed up and I had to chase them off with 12ga rocksalt with peppercorns
All in all not a post-sunpraising evening

>>30354432
>celestia has transformed into a floating torso with a giraffe neck and flat face
Freaky

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P9 bump
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>>30349114
I wish, and I will. Thanks man.

>>30352979
Wasn't sure if it would be a little too out of place compared to everything else. I'm glad to see you liked it.

>>30354400
I appreciate the concern, should mostly be fine after this week.
Managers have just made some bad decisions where I work and second shift has been stuck picking up the slack.
If nothing else I've got some vacation time in for next week so I'll be trying to write then.
Part of the problem has been that they started a new shift two weeks ago for weekend nights and those guys have been screwing things up badly, which just meant longer days for me these past weeks.
I look forward to the chance to write more and am honestly just happy people have enjoyed it. I won't be giving up any time soon, my update schedule may be a bit irregular until problems are sorted is all.

>>30356066
Makes me laugh every time.
Nothing disappoints mommy and daddy like monkey spunk.

>>30354222
Yeah about now I can relate, it's usually 4 10's and three days off for me, but today I went in at 3 and just got off at 4 am.

>>30354222
Where do you work?
That has to be violating some kind of labor laws.
Unless you are getting overtime for it.

>>30357353
Work like that is actually very common. You shouldn't be surprised.

>>30358030
The employers are either violating the Fair Labor Standards Act or they found a way around it. Either way workers are getting screwed.

>>30358484
It's overtime.

>>30358541
Lodes eh mone

>In the hot summer sun you grab the rag from your back pocket and wipe the sweat from your brow
>For as far as the eye can see the crops of Sweet Apple Acres glow with their bristling beauty of harvests to come, the assured bounty in no small part thanks to your efforts
>And earth pony magic, but hey, they're cheating
"Been hell of a week, AJ."
>The orange pony wrapped in golden locks stands in front of the hose letting the full blast of lukewarm water bukkake all over her face
>After a quick rinse she grabs the rag from your hands and dries off
>"Another day another bit as they say."
"You know, now that you mention it I've been thinking. Am I getting overtime for this?"
>"Overtime?"
"Yeah. Pay and a half for working more then 40 hours."
>"What are ya on about? Your pay is getting to eat."
"That's slave labor."
>"It's work, Anon."
>Fucking commies

>>30356714
>I'm honestly just happy people have enjoyed it
It's literally the only thing I keep the thread up for, and I can't wait for the next installment. But remember, quality over quantity.

>>30360462
>no union

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>>30354743
>giraffe neck

>>30362087
That's a big pone

>>30362317
UU
UU

>>30362317
for (you)

For >>30362317

>>30361175
Aliens don't get unions

>>30363890
what about apeliens?

>>30363903
negative ghost rider

>Anon is a Time Lord, one of the few survivors of the Last Great Time War.
>When ten million Dalek ships and Gallifrey burned, he was instead thrown across time and space and through a crack in reality.
>Landing in Equestria.
>A dimension so far from N-Space that magic still existed.
>Thinking he's the last of his kind and without a TARDIS, he's resigned to spending his days in Equestria.
>Five hundred years and two regenerations later, he's having tea with Celestia when he feels something, a disturbance, that he's intimately familiar with.
>A single Dalek.
>Obviously he's fucking terrified -- it's a goddamn Dalek!
>There's something odd about this one, however.
>It's the same one tried to commit suicide after being contaminated by Rose Tyler's DNA.
>Anon learns of the survival of the Doctor, and has renewed hope.
>Meanwhile, he is stuck with a mutating and unstable Dalek drone that Celestia is naively convinced can be reformed.
>...Impure or not, it's a fucking Dalek.

>>30364851
6/10 good idea but I can't enjoy it as a dr who fan

Can any based anon send me a link to the pastebin of a story called volunteers?

>As you lift the book from your face, dim moonlight allows you to peer down at the sleeping body resting her head on your shoulder.
>Moonie's soft and rhythmic breathing sends a small wave of warmth to your heart.
>Even with her mouth slightly agape to allow the tiniest puddle of drool to collect on you, you smile.
>Then you angle yourself gently to lift Moonie's head up and allow your escape.
>Once she is tucked in bed alone, you gaze back at the words of the book.
>Its black words grate on your eyes, causing a strain to even look at them further so you sigh as you return it to its place on the shelf.
"Long night?" You mockingly ask to your own reflection in the bathroom mirror.
>You look over your face, pushing and pulling at the bags hanging from your eyes as if it might just disappear.
>The mirror begins to fog up from the hot shower water hailing down beside you, for a moment you wonder if you actually did turn it on.
>It takes a brief moment for you to recall what you did less than a minute ago, but once it does you step into the shower.
>It's a brief shower you sluggishly towel yourself off, drink a glass of warm milk, and head into your bedroom.
>There on the nightstand rests a list you wrote for yourself. All of it are suggestions ponies have given you to help combat your sleeping trouble.
>You crawl into the covers and begin counting sheep.
>It's a method you've tried more times than there are sheep, but Granny Smith was adamant about doing it after a warm shower, and a glass of warm milk.
>She even gave you the milk for free after you told her you've tried them all before.
>After who knows how long, just a time that feels like an eternity, you give up and begin to think to yourself before trying the next part of the list.
>Every so often, you would get nights like this.

>>30365812
>Where it'd be hard to fall asleep in the first place, or you'd wake up over and over in the night having to constantly wait to fall back to sleep again.
>In its own way, it's exhausting.
>Not in the way that helps with getting any sleep, mind you.
>Lately, however, these nights are becoming all too regular.
>Someone did say it was likely the stress of being the mayor getting to you, however, you've been doing it a while and if anything you were getting more sleep when you first started.
>Besides, looking after the tyrannical overlord formerly known as Nightmare Moon was far more stressful.
>Parts of your body begin to feel heavy than the others.
>And while you kind of want to make note of it somehow, your own mind lets escape every thought your create.
>Like a spider's web with a hole, you are unable to catch anything. Even surface thoughts slip by you there.
>Though, as you continue to try and collect your thoughts, each image, feeling, musing, and every piece of concentration, you begin to pool together a consciousness.
>It feels like there is a force, similar to gravity, bearing down on you so that none of you may move.
>Even your eyelids feel heavier by the minute, like the bags beneath then are replaced with loaded suitcases.
>But you don't fight that. This is what you want. You give a croaky hum of joy as you feel like you're slipping away there.
>Your mind begins to whirl over and over. Were it actually moving, you'd start to feel nauseated.
>Lower and lower you begin to sink as everything you are, falls down this ethereal drain.
>A sense of clarity begins to build as you roll into a more comfortable sleeping position.
>The air you're breathing through your nose is sharp and crisp as your eyes effortlessly open.
>You're wide awake.
"Forget it," you grumble in a huff as you twist upright to grab the list.
>The letters dance and squirm on the page for a moment as your eyes try to recall what focusing is. 'Listen to music,' it reads.

>>30365813
>Your brow furrows as you try to recall who told you this one. The image comes to mind but it feels like it's caught.
>If you could shake your head like a magic 8-ball, maybe it'd float to the surface but the mare or stallion's face stays a blur.
>It is at this point where you grab a nearby pencil and scribble out Granny's suggestion and the following music idea.
>A deep and tense breath escapes your lips as you sit there at the side of your bed and look out to the darkness flowing from the corners.
"Food," you read aloud.
>With a shuffle of your feet, you trail into the kitchen.
>There the refrigerator greets you. As does its near blinding light.
>You turn away suddenly, clamping your eyes shut.
>There you stand for a moment as you slowly open your eyes, just a portion to allow your eyes to adjust to this new affront.
>Once you're prepared, you look at the contents and wonder how long you've stood there.
>You've likely let out all the cold now.
>"Just head until you're full. That always makes me want to take a nap," the echo of Rainbow Dash's chuckles at you, "Though if I were you, I'd go for a run the morning after.
>Don't want to be packing on the pounds, yeah?"
>You glare at the fridge as if it were Dash, being so unabashedly rude to you then slam it shut.
>As you glance down at the list resting in your hand, you decide it is best to abandon it.
>You probably miss the toss after you scrunched it up, but it's too late to care right now.
>Moonie's room now stands to your right, as you think about her sleeping peacefully.
>Quietly, you head inside.
>There you rest on your knees by the side of her bed.
>Placing your head onto the mattress, you look up at her and hope by some divine will, you can steal some of that restful sleep.
>It takes time, you wait a while. But eventually, it does.
>And as sleep finally claims you, you let out one last, "Goodnight."

https://pastebin.com/5WWqvqra

>>30365812
>>30365813
>>30365817
Melatonin is God's gift to mankind.
Failing that, ambien.

>>30365847
Any medication to help sleeping is fucking awful. Hate that shit.

>You come down to breakfast where Twilight and Spike are already eating.
>Sleeping late until 7 is one of the only perks the purple pony gives you.
>"What would you like to eat this morning Subject 6?"
I want to tonguepunch your fartbox.
>"WHAT!"
I. WANT. TO. TONGUEPUNCH. YOUR. FARTBOX.
>You enunciate loudly as you mine poring a bowl of cereal.
>Twilight leaves the table muttering about faulty translation spells as Spike gives you a sidelong glance.
>"You know she's going to be mad when she figures out what you're doing."
Serves her right for stealing my kidney for research.
>"Wow, you're still mad about that?"
Damn right I am.

>>30365854
It's not medication so much as a dietary supplement. It's naturally produced by the body in an attempt to regulate sleep, but being the nocturnal animal that I am, I use it to get to bed these days. It's not like you can form a dependency.
It's worth picking up if you can find it.

>>30365854
I like whiskey

>>30366791
I like beer.
Yay beer.

>>30365847
Dealing with an Ambien zombie was kinda fun sometimes. Mostly annoying tho

>>30367482
Man you don't wanna see me on Ambien.

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>>30338311
>You will never go to equestria and form an empire and use it to conquer many foreign nations and enslave your waifu's race and do as you wish with them
Why even live?

>>30368739
I'd find it hilarious if Celestia used this as an excuse to "annex" Humania into Equestria and take Anon as a "guest hostage" -- like how the Romans did with foreign royalty in Rome, educating them.

In reality, they both use it as an excuse to shoot the shit and drink tea and eat cake.

Fuck off of page 10, thanks.

>>30368454
Now I do

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>>30366791
Why not both?

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>The endless torrent of snow, rain, wind and fog has ended.
>Winter came to a late close, followed by a very wet and cold Spring.
>Then one day, someone must have decided to skip any moderate temperatures and turn the dial up to 11.
>Ponyville is now baking under the cruel summer sun.

>The nice thing about bad weather in Equestria is always having someone to blame.
>You lean out the window and wave your middle fingers at the sky. Maybe a passing weather pony will get the message.
>Your roommate, Colgate, seems to be handling the heat okay. She's sprawled out on the floor beside an open window, reading the kind of magazine you'd find in a dentist's waiting room, a very slight breeze ruffling her mane.
>Today she's wearing a pair of yellow shutter shades decorated with a little plastic palm tree and parrot on either side of the frame.
“Sure is summer in here.”
>You lay on the floor beside her but, don't notice any difference in temperature.
>Her smiling face appears over the top of the magazine.
>”Whadda you wanna do today?”
“Not die of heat stroke.”
>Maybe you can convince Rainbow Dash to move her cloud castle over your house.
>This is almost too much to bare. Your brain can hardly function.
>Why does the blue pony look so comfortable?
>You reach out and put your hand on her coat.
>Colgate is cool to the touch, like cool mint.
>She probably bathes in Listerine.
“...I need a cold beverage or I will die.”
>Colgate tosses the magazine aside. “I saw an iced tea stand set up across the street.”
>You suddenly find the strength to pick yourself up off the ground.
>The refreshments are calling your name from outside.
>You can hear them.
>Picking Colgate up and draping her around your neck like a scarf, you get ready to brave the sweltering summer heat outside.
>Her cooling effect will protect you from the evils of solar radiation.

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>You throw open your front door. The blinding light of the sun almost knocks you off your feet.
>But there it is.
>A flimsy wooden refreshment stand, the rising hot air off the pavement makes it look like a mirage.
>While crossing the street, a cool breeze blows and restores some of your senses.
>The stand is being run by a familiar pint-sized colt named Pipsqueak.
>”Hey, Pip!”
“Pip-”
>”Cheerio!” he says in greeting.
“Wait, don't go. How much for an iced tea?”
>He points his hoof at a cardboard sign. “It’s five quid!”
“Five bits? Isn't that a bit steep?”
>”Bugger off then!” Pip squeaks.
“No, it's alright. We’ll take two.”
>He pours out a pitcher into two tall glasses. “Milk and sugar?”
“No… thanks. How's business?”
>”It's shite! Me mum made me do this cuz she's flat broke!”
>He adds a bendy straw and little paper umbrella to each glass, pink for you and blue for Colgate, then holds out his hoof for payment.
“Colgate? Why do you never carry cash?”
>”I don't have pockets.” she says, hopping down off your shoulders.
>That's fair.
>You throw down ten bits, pick up your tea, and raise it in a toast.

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>>30371610

“I hate the sun and I hate Summer. I wish neither existed. Cheers.”
>Before you can drink, Colgate spits iced tea and looks with horror in your direction. Pip drops his coins on the ground.
>What's their problem?
>You glance over your shoulder and recoil in terror.
>A tall gleaming white alicorn is waiting in line behind you, the ruler of the land and the princess of the sun. Celestia had just finished a long and stressful season of planning, preparation, and execution of the Summer Sun Celebration, and chose to wind down with a relaxing trip to the countryside.
>She looks at you thoughtfully and nods. “I would have to agree, Anonymous. Things would be much easier for me if that were the case. Excuse me.”
>Celestia steps up to the stand. “One lemonade.”
>”It's iced tea, govna.” Pip says.
>She snorts and looks down at the tiny pony.
>”One iced tea then.”
>”That’ll be five quid!”
>The princess’ temper flairs. “Do you know who I am? The princess of Equestria does not pay for beverages!”
>”Bugger off then!”
>The royal horse spreads her wings and launches into the sky, firing a powerful bolt of energy that reduces Pip’s small business to a smoldering crater.
>The heat radiation from the blast vaporizes the cold iced tea right out of your glass, the shockwave buries you in plywood.
>Shaking and stunned, the three of you climb out of the burning wreckage.
>”Bollocks!”
“Ow.”
>Colgate pats out a flame on her tail and something falls out onto the ground.
>”Oh, there's my wallet! Let's go buy an air conditioner and never leave the house until Fall!”

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>>30366791
Alcohol is my preferred method of self-medicating

>>30371704
bimp

>>30349020
-----

>You close your bedroom door, leaving the four undisguised changelings alone.
>After almost three long days, soon they'll be free to roam about as they please.
>There's a light breeze running through the short hallway, making your shirt press against your skin.
>Feels kind of weird to be wearing clothes again.
>You return to the living room to find Luna seated on the floor, once again looking over the letter you never got to send.
>She doesn't look up as you make your way to the couch, unceremoniously dropping yourself to sit down.
>"There is no mention of your ailment. Why did you omit such vital information?"
>You shrug.
"I thought it was a cold. Not really worth mentioning."
>"Nonsense. In the future, do not withhold from notifying Us."
>She's got a point. Neither of you want a repeat of the first two days.
"'kay."
>The Night Princess turns to face you, and there's a hint of amusement visible.
>"We are pleased you accepted Our offer for lunch... even if it comes at the expense of others."
"Their sacrifices will not be in vain. We'll be entertained."
>"We recall your words mentioning that 'no pony will be safe.'"
>She's good at keeping a straight face.
>You bring a hand to your chest.
"Well, /I'll/ be entertained."
>Luna chuckles lightly, her mane waving about as she shakes her head.
>"We jest, Anonymous. We are capable of enjoying a quip directed at Us."
>She directs her attention to the table, horn aglow as the letter folds into three neat sections before being tucked into an open envelope.
>Once she's finished, she focuses back on you.
>There's an extended silence that follows, giving you time to figure out what to say.
>'I know I look good, but it's impolite to stare'?
>Nah.
>...
>Should you tell her?
>The constant stress of keeping her, and others, in the dark is starting to wear you out.
>How long until you, or one of them, slip up?
>It's honestly a miracle that hasn't happened yet.

>>30372717
>And it's not like you only recently started considering spilling the beans.
>You just want the bug horses to come and go without all the secrecy.
>You know there's bad blood between them and the ponies, but can it really be /that/ bad?
>"You are certain you no longer require assistance?"
>Luna's voice interjects between your pondering, making you take a second to register her words.
"I feel loads better, so yea. Just riding through the remains now. Besides, don't you have a nation to rule?"
>Luna huffs, likely tired of hearing you parrot the same thing for days.
>"Equestria will not crumble over a few days absence. Sister has made sure of that."
"I know, I know. It's just... it feels /wrong/."
>She looks miffed now, preparing to knock away your endless doubt.
>"Anonym--"
"You know you shouldn't pick favorites. All of Equestria--"
>You hold out one hand.
"--Or me?"
>Out goes the other.
>The Night Princess eases up, a small smile appearing at your teasing tone.
"I mean, yea the answer is obvious but you HAVE to show some love to Equestria every now and then."
>Luna laughs, her rich melodious voice carrying through the house.
>It's rare you hear her belt out anything more than a hearty chuckle, but when you do, you know you've done something right.
>You settle for a grin, happy you managed to keep a straight face through your act.
>After a few moments, Luna relaxes, letting out a faint sigh.
>"Who is to say we do not cherish both equally?"
>You clear your throat to offset the beat your heart skipped.
>Impossible to argue against, considering her actions.
"Well, from now on you'll hear minimal complaint from me."
>"Unlikely, but We will see."
>You fake a scoff of indignation.
"Okay, NOW you're gonna hear minimal complaint."
>Luna snorts, barely preventing another laughing fit from starting up while you do the same.
>When you focus on each other, you're both wearing a similar smirk.

>>30372720
>The pair of you remain that way for a few moments before she closes her eyes, her smile wavering.
>"We suppose it is time for Us to depart. As precaution, Twilight Sparkle will be instructed to check up on your recovery tomorrow."
>While you're certain you'll be perfectly fine from this point on, you can't bring yourself to dispute her.
>Your smile fades as well, the moment now in the past.
"Alright."
>Luna doesn't say anything more, instead glancing towards the hallway.
>As the seconds tick by, it's apparent she's not in any hurry to leave either.
>...
"Question."
>Her gaze returns to you, and you waste no time continuing.
"What do know about changelings?"
>Better to ask for her thoughts than come right out with it. That way you'll know whether or not to come clean... although you personally don't think you've done much wrong.
>The mood instantly shifts, rancor replacing her calm demeanor as she eyes you with fierce intensity.
>"Have you discovered any?"
>Your heart may have stopped.
>Shit.
>You remind yourself to breath, adopting a mildly-confused expression that slowly increases over time.
"No, I read a book that mentioned them but there wasn't much information..."
>You fervently hope she takes your faux puzzlement as a reaction to her reaction.
>You don't know what you were expecting, but backlash like /this/...
>Luna eases up, if just a little. Her tone burns with fresh acrimony.
>"Changelings are nothing more than parasites, hiding among ponies in search of their next victim. They feed through love, draining their target until nothing more than an empty husk remains."
>Whoa whoa whoa, WHAT.
>You've already been given the quick rundown of how they operate, so to hear it put like this is disturbing.
>Perhaps Luna is a just a teensy bit biased, for whatever reason?
"Huh... The book said they feed off of love, but nothing about draining ponies. That's kinda messed up."
>Gotta keep up appearances.

>>30372724
>"Love is their food source, Anonymous. Without it, they are powerless. Changelings will stop at nothing to acquire their meal, as you know."
>Uh...
>You slowly shake your head.
"No, no I don't."
>The Night Princess blinks.
>"You are familiar with Princess Cadance and Twilight Sparkle's brother, Shining Armor, correct?"
"Yea."
>You're not seeing how this relates at all.
>"You have not learned of their wedding?"
"Twilight told me about it. Sounded nice, I guess."
>Your honesty is rewarded with Luna's most incredulous look yet.
>That one is going in the memory banks.
>Luna takes a couple of seconds to recollect herself before resuming, burning hatred lacing each spoken word.
>"Twilight Sparkle did not tell you the complete truth."
>Oh?
>"On the day of Princess Mi Amore Cadenza and Shining Armor's wedding ceremony, Canterlot came under siege from an army of changelings."
>...
"What."
>You're not sure you heard her correctly.
>She didn't mean--
>"Their queen was somehow able..."
>The next three minutes are spent in stunned disbelief, your body going numb as Luna recounts the events.
>...
>......
>They attacked Canterlot.
>They planned on taking over Equestria.
>Just...
>Fuck.
>Your thoughts are a mess, all but the most basic of functions ceasing as you try to come to terms with what you just heard.
>How...
>...
>/Why/...
>You can't even put up a half-decent facade to avoid making Luna suspicious, although she hasn't commented on it.
>There's a somber silence that follows, Luna quietly observing your aghast expression.
>After a minute or so, she pipes up.
>"We apologize, Anonymous, but you deserve to know the truth. Twilight Sparkle was undoubtedly speaking with your best interests in mind, but that should not come at the cost of withholding Equestria's darker history."
>She thinks you're stunned at the event itself.
>She's half right.
>Your mouth creaks open in reply.
"It's... fine. Just unexpected."
>The truth.

>>30372727
>Another brief pause, only the low din of Ponyville wafting through the open windows.
>Eventually Luna glances down to the floor.
>"We will not postpone our departure any longer... Will you accompany Us out of your abode?"
>You're still reeling, but that sounds simple enough.
"Yea, of course."
>Luna curtly nods before rising to all fours, horn aglow as your opened letter levitates to hover beside her.
>After a short glance to make sure you're following, she starts towards the hallway.
>Your mind is fucked but your body mostly isn't so you push yourself up, falling in behind the dark-blue mare.
>Hooves and feet fall in tandem as the pair of you make your way towards the front door, not a word spoken.
>...
>Just... /why/...
>The doorknob is shrouded in a cobalt aura as Luna opens the door, the mid-afternoon sun shining down on the town.
>A pony walking past does a double-take that would normally leave you cracking up, but she pays no mind to them.
>She turns around, looking up to you with a calm expression you hope you're mirroring.
>You should say something.
>You're barely holding on right now, but you can't just let her leave with nothing more than a "see ya."
>Before you can come up with anything suitable, Luna jumps.
>Well, that's what you think until two forelegs come to a rest on your shoulders, fetlocks meeting behind your upper back.
>Her head places itself next to yours, her fuzzy cheek pressing against yours.
>To complete the impromptu hug, a set of alicorn wings envelop you like a feathery cocoon.
>Your surprise quickly fades as you support Luna, bringing your arms around her back to return the hug.
>Being in contact again is calming, reducing your mind's frantic panic.
>Outside, a few more onlookers have appeared, watching their beloved princess hug the strange alien fellow, but you don't care.
>Now you know what to say.
>"There is no need to thank Us, Anonymous. We only care about your wellbeing, and We would do so again if needed."

>>30372728
>You're glad she can't see the stupid smile on your face.
"...Thank you"
>You emphasize that with a light squeeze.
>There's a lot behind those two words that you can't properly express.
>You hope she understands.
>Luna huffs, her head shaking against yours.
>"Forever obstinate."
>Teasing, naturally.
>"...We understand."
>Nice.
>The pair of you remain embraced for a while longer, your worries long gone.
>Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and you feel Luna lifting her head.
>Her forelegs slide off you as she takes a step back, using her wings to gracefully return to standing on all fours.
>There's a smile on her face as well.
>"We will return to our normal schedule?"
>You give an okay-sign.
"Absolutely. Sunday, I /promise/."
>Luna nods, content with your affirmation.
>"Then farewell, Anonymous."
"See ya."
>The Night Princess turns around, passing through the doorway and outside.
>A not-so-small congregation of ponies have since formed, and you stifle a laugh at watching each one hastily drop to a bow.
>She courteously nods to the group as she departs, presumably heading toward the Treebrary.
>You watch her walk away for a minute or so, still in uplifted spirits.
>Eventually she and your floating letter disappear behind a building, marking the end of your stay.
>The door shuts behind you as you make your way back to the living room, unsure of what to do.
>The house feels empty now...
>Oh right, there's still...
>...
>Shit.
>Your good mood drops in a heartbeat, replaced with the ever-consuming feeling of devastation.
>...
>You pause for the briefest of seconds before continuing to walk.
>The living room comes and goes, now permanently void of an alicorn and her ill human friend.
>There's no hesitation as you enter your bedroom, leaving the door open for the first time in days.
>It's a bit dimmer in here thanks to the closed blinds; hardly worth turning the light on.
>You come to a stop in front of your bed.

>>30372735
>...
>Say something, Anon.
>They won't come out unless you give them the go-ahead.
>...
"She left. Come out."
>Four simple words should never take so much effort to mutter.
>There's light scuffling, then four black heads poke out to peer up at you with contained excitement.
>"Are you sure?"
>You can only slowly nod.
>In a flash, the group pops out, letting out satisfactory grunts as they stretch their underused limbs.
>"Finally!"
>"Felt like we'd be under there forever!"
>"Where's that book I was reading?"
>These guys...
>Once upon a time, you were put off by their insectile appearance.
>Now you stare in numbed silence.
>How could they?
>Why?
>WHY?
>One of them pulls away from the animated pack, noticing your stone-faced expression.
>"We didn't forget about you, Anonymous! We'll go right back to helping you with anything you need!"
>Upon hearing him speak, the others direct their attention to you.
>"Yea!"
>"I'll admit, your princess took good care of you."
>"Sucks we couldn't try any of her Love."
>"Only an idiot would attempt to sneak some off one of the princesses!"
>"I know! Doesn't mean I can't dream..."
>The ruckus continues, but you barely register any of it.
>They act just like any other person, any other pony.
>/Why/...
>"Is something wrong?"
>It takes a second to realize that question was directed towards you.
>The rest of the changelings quiet down as they properly take note of your mood.
>Now they're confused, if not worried.
>'Is something wrong?'
>Yes, something is wrong.
>Come out with it, Anon.
>Although your lips part, there's a delay before you speak.
"...I learned something today."
>Your voice is flat.
>Your vagueness only further increases their puzzlement.
>"What?"
>...
>You don't want to say it.
>There's a part of you that desperately wishes it wasn't true.

>>30372737
>For the first time, you wish Luna was lying.
>That everything she said was a fabrication, a web of false truths intricately weaved for the sole purpose of providing a good story.
>...If only.
>You know better.
"...I was told... of a wedding."
>Their rising concern is short-lived.
>It only takes a few seconds for each changeling to understand, concern steadily replaced with nervous looks.
>The one furthest from you scratches her foreleg, clearly lost with what to say.
>"I... Well... Exactly /what/ was said?"
>A futile question, if your rising disbelief means anything.
>The rest remain silent, ears flat in acknowledgement of the severity of the situation.
>Another pause.
>...
>That's it.
>You speak slowly and carefully, wanting all of them to fully comprehend your instructions.
"/All of you/ leave tonight. I don't want to see another /changeling/ again. I. Am. /Done/."
>You can't miss their horrified expressions, each one desperate to rectify their grievous error.
>"We can explain--"
>"...A misunderstanding--"
>"Please Anon, don't--"
>You can only shake your head in disappointment.
>'Disappointed' doesn't even begin to describe how you feel.
"Stop."
>All four go silent, apprehension the common expression.
>You don't want to speak of this.
>You want nothing more than to kick them out.
>Considering the things you heard, giving them the boot would be a blessing compared to how much you could ruin their lives.
>But there's a sliver of reason, poor or otherwise, reminding you of the time spent with the changelings.
>That's the only reason you haven't lost it yet.
"I thought... I wanted an excuse. Any reason. /Any/. Reason."
>You hiss out the last two words.
"...But I know better. There is NOTHING you could /possibly/ say to excuse this. There is no excusing an attack on Canterlot. There is no /excusing/ assaulting my friends. You. CANNOT. POSSIBLY, in any way, shape, or form, justify taking over /Equestria/."

>>30372742
>Each scathing word is another blow to the distraught changelings, their moods crossing well beyond dispirited.
>You don't care.
"Tell your queen: We. Are. DONE. Do /not/ return with a message. Be grateful I'm not throwing you to the sharks."
>Your anger is at full blast, your gaze practically burning a hole in the disheartened bug horses.
>You don't care how sad they look.
>You don't care if they're going to starve without you.
>All you want is them GONE.
>You prepare for another verbal assault, then pause in realization.
>You ran out of things to say.
>Whatever.
>You don't want anything to do with them.
>Your hands ball into fists, an arm raising in frustration before swinging out at empty air.
"Stay in here. Don't leave until I say so."
>You don't have to warn them of the consequences; they already know.
>Four extremely glum changelings nod in confirmation, not a single peep emanating from them.
>You don't instantly depart, instead making the mistake of studying them one last time.
>...
>/Fuck/.
>With a shake of your head, you leave, making sure to slam the door shut.
>You probably shouldn't leave them alone, but what can they do?
>They can't disguise, and they can't leave without being noticed.
>All they can do is wait.
>Emotions riding high, you hazily return to the living room.
>The couch makes no protest as you drop like a rock, sitting down to angrily glare at nothing in particular.
>Fuck.
>/Fuck/.
>FUCK.
>You let out a sigh that sounds more like a growl, bringing your hands up to slowly drag down your face.
>Fuck.
>You liked them.
>You liked all of them.
>Their queen sounds like a bitch but you never interacted with her.
>So what if they were using you?
>You loved the idea of helping out with something bigger, and they-- from what you've seen-- liked you as more than a "Love Dispenser".
>But they had to fuck it all up.
>Everything would've been fine if it weren't for that /one/ excruciating detail.

>>30372745
>Fuck them.
>Fuck them for attacking Canterlot.
>Fuck them for keeping you in the dark.
>More importantly...
>Fuck you for not asking.
>You knew something was up. As for how big, that doesn't matter.
>You knew and you kept going.
>'Ignorance is bliss.'
>What a fucking joke.
>The anger you carried has slowly dissolved, combining itself into a mixture of regret and sadness.
>This...
>All of this could've been avoided if you asked the very first changeling to elaborate.
>You would've never agreed to house them.
>You would've never spent so many weeks getting to know them.
>You would've never come to look forward to their stay.
>...
>You also would've never been on this couch, cursing your stupidity.
>Gah.
>With a groan, you fall down, lying halfway across the couch.
>It's still warm.
>There's a scent here too, one you've come to recognize as Luna's.
>You're sad.
>You already miss her.
>You turn yourself, staring up at the ceiling.
>One lone sentence taunts you, its meaning carrying an entirely new weight this time around.
>'You have only yourself to blame.'
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>You swear if Catbird did that stupid newspaper interview...
>You enter the living room, letter in hand as you bring illumination to the far corners with a twist of your wrist.
>Before you sit down, a raised blind catches your eye.
>Whoops, forgot to lower it earlier.
>In no time at all you cover the short distance to the window, completing the menial job you accidentally put off.
>A short glance is spared to the nearby bookcase, the corners of your lips raising at the two pictures.
>Never gets old.
>Your gaze drifts to the shelf below, a single pack of cards collecting dust from lack of use.
>...
>Mood noticeably ruined, you return to the couch.
>It's been a few weeks since you cut off all contact with the changelings.
>Considering none have reached out to you since, it's safe to say they're gone for good.
>...Your house does feel a lot emptier without them.

>>30372751
>That's what happens when you spend more time living with 'em than without.
>Stop thinking about them, Anon.
>The sooner you forget, the better.
>Life can finally return to normal.
>...At least as normal as it gets in Pony Land.
>You settle down on the couch, skillfully removing the seal before extracting the folded paper within.
>Adorning it is the chicken scratch you've come to recognize as Gilda's handwriting.
>She was less than pleased at it being referred to as such, but hey; what can she do when she's in an entirely different nation?
>You begin the arduous task of deciphering her letter, carefully scanning each sentence to make sure you don't misread.
>...
>Huh.
>She always has to threaten you, doesn't she.
>There's a word for this sort of behavior that turns out to be a warm regard for the recipient.
>It's on the tip of your tongue, but you just can't remember...
>Eh, maybe it'll come to you later.
>In the meantime, you have a decision to make.
>Your musing is put on hold as four short knocks carry into the room.
>...A decision that can wait.
>It's not /too/ late, but most ponies turn in around this hour. Who could that be?
>You stand up, placing the letter on your coffee table before ambling towards the entrance.
>Somehow the lock still works despite Luna's forced entry, and you unlock the door, wishing you could kick the not-so-new habit.
>There's a rush of lukewarm air as you open the door, the moonlight providing ample illumination to view the pony standing in front of you.
>The pale-green pegasus stallion offers a polite smile.
>"Good evening, Anon."
>You nod politely in return.
"Hello. Can I help you?"
>You've said it time and time again: You are NOT working outside of the Ponyville Spa. All the money in the world won't convince you to take a client during off-hours.
>The stallion glances first to his left, then to the right, as though to make sure no one is around.
>When he focuses back onto you, he appears a bit more serious.

>>30372757
>"I have come on behalf of Queen Chrysalis."
>...
>There's a name you haven't heard in a while.
>Wait, that means...
>Goddammit.
>Your mood promptly turns sour, any courteousness being thrown out the window.
"I /distinctly/ recall saying NOT to bother me."
>They have some serious nerve to come back.
>The disguised changeling doesn't flinch at your tone, responding in a calm, even voice.
>"I understand, Anon. It was not my decision to return. Our Queen has a request, and if you allow me inside I can tell you in private."
>'Request'?
>Does she think you'll continue the fun and games after what you learned?
>Abso-fuckin'-lutely not.
"Fuck off... please."
>His brow furrows at the unknown insult, but otherwise he doesn't budge.
>"Please, Anon. I ask that you hear me out, if only to receive the message I was sent to deliver."
>You want nothing more than to close the door on his face.
>But /again/, a small piece of you remembers the enjoyable times had... until everything went to shit.
>So instead, you grimace, lightly flexing your fingers.
"What."
>There's a spark of happiness in his eyes as he glances into your home.
>Yea, no.
"You're not coming in. Tell me here."
>Aaaand it's gone.
>"I would, but it would be preferable if we minimized the chance of someone eavesdropping."
>You shake your head, thoroughly unconvinced.
"I don't care. Tell me here, or leave."
>His face suggests he's strongly opposed to the idea, but it's obvious you aren't budging.
>After another glance to his sides-- this one longer than before-- he speaks, keeping his voice low.
>"Queen Chrysalis requests an audience with you so she may meet the... hue-mun who 'so graciously fed her hive.'"
>...
>What.
>Is she serious?
>In what universe would you ever agree?
>She can fuck right off.

>>30372764
>...
>Well...
>As much as you try to forget everything that happened, those memories aren't going anywhere.
>You liked the changelings.
>Keyword being "liked".
>How could a group so kind to you be so vicious to ponies?
>You want to know her logic.
>She's the head honcho, your best bet of getting that information.
>...
>You let out a reserved sigh.
>God, you hate yourself.
>You look down to the patient pegasus, not a trace of amusement on your face.
"When. Where. How."
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Part 8-8 done. Criticism needed, etc.

I'm gonna be impressed if I somehow drag this out enough to need an extra part.

>>30371623
>never leave the house until Fall
this

>>30373033
>never leave the house
Outside is scary.

>>30373033
>>30373144
Dubs confirm never to leave the house

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>>30373200
I'm not going outside unless talking ponies are there.
Even if it's a grimderp version where they are 12 feet tall and eat people.
I'll be fine.
I have a secret weapon.

ayo, fallanon, where you at

>>30372775
YES, this gon be good. No errors of spelling or anything I can see. Love the update, as always. Can't wait for the next.
after you're done here, I know you said you were gonna scrounge around for another prompt, but will you be writing in this/the AiE thread/threads, or are you moving on? I hope you don't, we need more people like you here, but so does every other thread as well

>>30374179
Behind the sofa

>>30374283
I prefer this thread since it's a catch-all. Chances are, even if I spy something good in another thread I'll just bring it over here.

>>30374179
Still working like by nights. Got five days off after tonight. If I get off early enough gonna try to update tonight. If not the tomorrow for sure

>>30373307
>The ponies place signs a couple of meters from your house that says "Warning! Hazard zone!"
>Spitfire is the only one who doesn't get affected by the odour

>>30375524
>You befriend her, but she is the pony version of a vegan and is insufferable.

Bored and there ain't shit going on
Toss an request

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>>30377433
horses keep getting into Anon's laundry

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Need links to Treehugger greens STAT.

>>30378011
There are some?

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>>30378093
There are. Used to be in the Comfy threads. When there used the those threads. We need Comfy back.

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>>30365281
It's a good thing I had it open just now
https://pastebin.com/akijSbQE
DELTA SQUAD MOTHERFUCKER!

>>30377433
Twilight makes Anon live in the yard like a dog. He plots his revenge while trying to not get eaten by the wildlife.

>>30377433
Anon and Pinkie robs a bank.

>>30378556
Yeeeeeeee boiiiiii
Thanks much

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>>30379795
>Yeeeeeeee boiiiiii

>>30379795
>Thanks much
Bye kid.

>>30377433
Anon starts a Wiggles cover band. Twilight hates it, but she is the only one.

>>30380164
She tries to convince all the others that it sucks.

>>30380171
All they do is sing Hot Potato back at her.

will the storry "for the love of anon" ever be finished
or is it over?

>>30380863
get a story on that yet?

>>30381150
>Be Anon.
>Summon a demon on accident while doing pony taxes.
>The demon doesn't mind because it is a pony demon and therefore only slightly more evil than you.
>You use her to hold Fluttershy down while you kick her and steal her wallet.
>Yellow Quiet only had 3 bits and a Canadian penny.
>You use it to buy ice cream with your new friend.
>Then you go back to the doghouse behind the Friendship Castle that Twilight makes you live in.
>Demonpone makes lame excuses and goes home.
>You try not to cry.

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>>30381246
>You use her to hold Fluttershy down while you kick her and steal her wallet
>injuring Fluttershy
>injuring
>Fluttershy
NO BUENO

>>30381282
M8 have you ever squeezed a marshmallow? That stuff just puffs right back out once you stop applying pressure. Buttersoft is fine.

>>30381282
Anon got her confused with Applejack. I know it's common to mix up rarely seen ponies.

>>30381282
She deserves it.
She knows what she did.

>>30381317
It's just a Canadaland penny m8

>>30380863
>Be Demon pone
>It's been a while since you've had a good romp in the mortal realm
>Comes with the caster needing to have a black heart in order to summon you
>Eventually one of those griffins should find your book
*Poof*
>Your cozy little palace of charred oak and brimstone just got a lot more lively and colorful
>Your floor has even changed into a summoning circle
>Oh
"Speak of the me."
>"Holy shit, it really worked."
>Ah yes. Your master.
>It is a strange figure unlike anything you have ever seen before
>No matter
"Mortal. You dare summon Wroth, Mare of the Eternal Flame and Ruler of the Tormented Realm? State your business or risk incurring my ire."
>The creature skims over a few lines of the book and then looks back to you.
>"You grant wishes right?"
>Great. A novice.
"I can grant material wealth beyond imagination and bestow curses or blessing capable of ruining nations at my leisure. To satisfy whatever earthly desire you may hold is foals play; for a price of course."
>"Yeah, yeah; I know that part."
"Then what is your desire? The newest pony ranger toy? An itch spell on a politician that is impossible to scratch? The power to always know whether the laundry is done?"
>"I was kind of thinking more along the lines of burning down Twilight's castle."
>What? Do you look like some sort of arsonist?
>Ponies could get hurt
"I think you got the wrong demon, kid."
>"You said you were the mare of the Eternal Flame. All I want is a little fire."
"It's made of crystal! Crystal does not burn!"
>"Believe me, I've tried. You'd think dragon fire might do the trick, but turns out it can barely burn paper. I was hoping hellfire would work better."
"What has this Twilight done to earn such disdain?"
>"She asked me to help her with a few tests."
"You have got some messed up priorities pal. Best I can offer is turning her Applejacks into Cheerios."
>"That's lame. You're lame."
"Take it or leave it."

>>30381744
>The creature grumbles, reaching his gangly hand into his pocket and then flipping you a bit.
"Thy will be done."
>Dark grey clouds fill the room shrouding everything with dust
"The contract has been sealed; your wish granted."
>And like that you disappear back to your house on the lava lake

>Be Anon
>Super miffed about pony demons
>Plus your house is completely covered in soot now
>FML
>You open the door and windows to air out the place
>A large beige circle like that of a rubber tire with a blonde tail wrapped with a red bow and wearing a stetson that somehow stays perches on top of its head rolls on by
>"Howdy Anon. Looks like a fine mess ya gotten yourself into."
>You awkwardly laugh and wave at the honest farm girl, watching carefully as she gets farther and farther away
"I'm gonna fuck that spaghettio."

>>30380164

"Fruit salad..."
>"No. Please."
"Yummy yummy!"
>"Anon, stop. I'm trying to read-"
"Fruit salad..."
>"This is not creative or funny! Why would anypon-"
"Yummy yummy!"
>"Are you done?! Go bother somepony else! I'm really busy, I have deadlines to meet and I can't-"
"Fruit salad..."
>"...I swear to Celestia, if you say it ONE more time you are going to regret-"
"Yummy yummy!"

>>30380465
Yes

>>30383103
yes to what?

>>30381894
What's worse is you know he is going to teach Pinkie all of the songs he can remember.
Even the ones he can't remember that well.

>>30383243
At least it's not the hotdog song

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Now that I have your attention, is there any stories with femanon in them that are complete

Just letting everyone know I'm not dead, update coming in shortly, finally on vacation.

>>30335047
Batfags are cancer and a half, seeing as they went full retard a few years back and attacked some tumbltarded tulpafag just because "LOL REEEEEE MI ART".

>"Thank you so much, I'll try to be as quick as possible, let me just call some of my assistants to start getting things ready."
>As Ivy trots off to make the necessary arrangements you maglock the chainsword to your hip and examine the interior of the Stormbird for anything more.
>Sadly your search avails nothing of note, you were hoping for a replacement blade chain, or less likely, a bolter.
>You had expected as much, in all likelihood the professor and her assistants have been in to every compartment of the vessel they manage to access.
>Raven has been walking around the ship looking it over while you were busy with your scavenging efforts.
"Something take your interest?"
>"Besides the space ship taking up half the room?" Raven asks with no small irony.
"Besides that."
>You reply in an effort at deadpan humor.
>"Well I was just wondering what it's like out there in space. Princess Luna spent some time on the moon, but what's it like further out than that?"
"Hostile. The Universe is equal parts amazing and terrifying."
>"What do you mean?" Raven asks giving you a quizzical look.
"You will sleep better if I do not tell you."
>Raven doesn't seem entirely pleased with that answer but lets the matter drop for now.
>Shortly there after Ivy returns to collect the two of you, ushering you along towards another room.
>The new room is still on the same level as the vaults but less heavily sealed, the interior looking like some blend of gymnasium and apothecarium.
>There are some instruments which you take to be medical testing devices, though they lack the thick coils of brass cased power cabling you are accustomed to.
>"Now I realize time is short" Ivy begin "So I'd like to get a few of the quicker tests done. That'll give us some preliminary data to analyze."
>Ivy gestures towards a flat metal plate set in the floor an upright post at one end of it with a needle an gauge set up visible.
>"If you don't mind first I'd like to record your weight."