NEETpone #5

>>30604406
>First
I got rejected guys, I feel like shit.

>>30604410
Shit happens, Anon.

>>30604410
Nah, you got further than 99,99% of /r9k/ : you should celebrate.

>>30604410
Nothing a hearty infusion of alcohol can't fix

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>>30604406
>check pc's floor
this is porn, isn't it?

>>30604516
No, she's wearing panties.

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>>30604516
Why is it that when people post hands, it reminds me of this shit?

>>30605008
I wish this magical drawfag would come back.

>Was it a subtle jab by the princess'?
>Giving you this job?
>You've been in Equestria for nearly a year, and after numerous failures to be placed into a proper job, you are now a NEET Inspector.
>It wasn't your fault these damned ponies were literally destined for their careers.
>How do you compete with another editor when it's their divine providence to find every single conjunction error?
>Your English degree is worth even less in Equestria.
>It couldn't even land you a job sweeping floors because some mare had a broom and dustpan inked on her ass.
>So here you are, going door to door, checking in on other useless members of society, making sure they hadn't died in their filth.
>Leaving a corpse to sit too long could really hurt the resale value of a place, after all.
>Not like these ponies weren't already doing that with their "living" habits.
>Most of the fuckers already smelled like death, held up in their apartments.
>Snacking on cheese puffs, pissing in bottles, and generally being internet menaces instead of bathing regularly.
>Smelly bastards were always just ever so happy to have you knocking at their doors.
>Just beaming when they called you a normie and to stop bothering them.
>Yeah, sorry for being the only person curious if you've finally fallen off and died like the tick that you are, but It's my job.
>Fucking ponies.
>And why can't they just stick all the NEETs into one building, for crying out loud!
>Trekking up the last flight of stair in the fifth apartment complex of the day, you make your way to the end of the hall.
>*Knock knock knock*
"Ma'am, this is Inspector Anon from the NIA, are you in?"
>Of course she was in. NEETs only left their dens under the cover of night, and even then only to buy cup noodles and snacks.
>You just had to wait for this mare- Floor Bored, the clipboard listed- to drag her flank across the apartment.
>... Jesus, really?
>with a foot tapping impatiently, you knock some more.

"Ma'am, if you don't open this door in the next thirty seconds, I'll have no choice but to let myself in."
>Still nothing.
>What? Was she still sleeping?
>It's five in the afternoon, for Christ's sake, but you wouldn't put it past a NEETpone.
"Times up, I'm coming in Ma'am, so you better be decent."
>Not waiting for a response, you jiggle the handle, and it moves.
>At least this pone had the lack of commonsense to lock the door when she was indisposed just like the rest of her species,
>Entering, the smell hits you first.
>Yep, just like a barn back home, musky and dank.
>Dim to, as to be expected.
>Heavy curtains cover all the windows, but the little light that finds its way inside only serves to illuminate the refuse layered atop the carpet.
>Yep, we've got a level 4 NEET here.
>Let the hunt begin.
>Pulling out your standard issue flashlight, you trudge into the room, sweeping your light source around in search of tracks.
>Looks like the pony hasn't set foot into the living room in quite some time, meaning they must have retreated into the depths of their lair sometime ago for whatever reason.
>Probably just got a new animoo or something.
>Checking the first door you come across reveals a bathroom, relatively clean and most probably underused.
>That means this next door is the shitty jackpot.
"Ma'am, are you in their? This is your last chance to keep me from seeing your bedroom, and we both know you don't want a stranger looking around in there..."
>After several seconds, you sigh and turn the handle, prepared to see just about anything.
>... Except for a pony hanging from their neck swinging lazily back and forth, hindhooves twitching minutely just above a swivel chair...
"... Jesus Christ," you wheeze, eyes wide before you shake yourself into action.
>Part of training to be a NEET Inspector was how to handle medical emergencies, but most of the that training is flying mach5 out the window right now as you run up, fumbling for the old pocket knife at your belt.

>Wrapping a forearm around the mare's barrel, you start working your dinky blade through the cord strangling her.
"C-come on, almost... there!"
>The line snaps, and you take the full brunt of the mare's weight, discouragingly little as that may be.
>Worry about that later when you find out if she's even alive.
"M-ma'am, er, Floor Bored? Come on, speak to me."
>You whisper this as you lower her, trying to keep her steady in one arm while the other works to clear a patch of the floor of chip backs and soda cans.
>Her eyes are closed and you don't see her chest moving.
>Shit.
>But she was still warm to the touch, that was good right?
>Maybe you weren't too late.
"Come on, stay with me Floor! Whatever this is about I'll help you through it, but you've got to open your eyes first!"
>You whisper this harshly as you begin chest compression like you were taught.
"I'm not going to let you die, not today, not on my watch, so breathe, dammit!"
>Lips sealed over hers, you breathe for her, trying to make her remember.
>It's like riding a bike; you never truly forget.
>So do it, you dumb horse!
"Come on, come on, COME ON!"
>Switching several times between compressions and breathing, you feel your hope begin to slip away just as you place your mouth on hers one last time.
>Then she starts coughing, raspy and weak, but oh so alive.
>You fall back on your ass, watching gobsmacked as the little mare rolls onto her side, coughing with a hoof to her sweater-covered chest.
>She looks up and sees you.
>Her expression morphs to match yours.
"Ah, hey there, Floor Bored, um, my names Anon... Nice to meet you."
Her expression twists further into a combination of mortification and sheer terror before her dark eyes roll back and she collapses.
>Well, it'll make getting her to the hospital easier, at least.
>You'll have to get another inspector to check in on the rest of the names on your list for you.
>It's way too important a job to leave unfinished.
>You understood that now.

>>30606250
>>30606254
>>30606258
Please continue, this is a nice story, Anon.

>>30606258
>You sit, twiddling your thumbs on the little bench while trying to ignore the smell of antiseptic that fills the air.
>Hospitals were some of your least favorite places to be.
>And you weren't even here for yourself this time.
>"Anonymous? Are you okay?" a mare asks, your boss.
"Oh, Ms. Index, what are you doing here?"
>"It's protocol for me to be informed of... events, such as these, but when I heard it was my newest inspector who found Ms. Floor Bored, I thought I should come myself and see how he was doing."
>You smile slightly.
"Thanks."
>She returns the small smile, before sobering.
>"How is she?"
>Your own smile falls.
"They're checking her over right now, but she's awake."
>"Good, that's good."
>She sighs and plops down besides you.
>"... I'm sorry this had to happen to you on your first week. It's always a possibility with these ponies, but there's never any real way of preparing to see it."
"... Why'd she do it?"
>"You'd have to ask her that, but there are... common threads they tend to follow.
>"It's hard, I can only imagine how much, to not have a cutie mark.
>"To feel you have no purpose in a world where everypony else does."
>You swallow hard at that, eyes boring into the linoleum while she continues.
>"Most try to find their distractions to get them through the day, but sometimes, well..."
"Yeah, well..."
>"... Are you alright, Anon?"
>"Yeah, yes, of course, I'm not the one who, you know..."
>You gesture out in front of you, hoping to get your point across without have to say it, and relieved when a doctor ambles into view.
>"You're Anonymous, correct? The one who brought in Ms. Floor Bored in?"
"Yes. Is she okay?"
>"She'll live," he answered slowly.
>"But she'll need to be supervised over the coming months," Ms. Index finished.
>"Where there is one attempt, there is sure to be another."
"Who? Who will do it? Does she have any family?"
The doctor looks down to his clipboard in response to your question.

>>30606581
... that doctor is taking his sweet time to answer ...

>>30606258
OH SHIT

>>30604406
what was the image? anthro floor?

>>30607563
The pic of Floor sitting in a puddle posted by a drawfag a few threads ago.

>>30607649
Which kind of helped push along the Floor-pissfetish thing. Which is cool, too.

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>all these amazing images
>all dog shit resolution

>>30610082
You should know about waifu2x already anon.

>>30606581
>"The only name listed in emergency contacts is the grandmother's and she's living in a nursing home, so I doubt she'll be able to do it. Perhaps if somepony else from the family-"
>"No, I know from her records, she doesn't have anypony else like that available," Ms. Index cut in.
>"It'll have to be somepony outside of her family. A friend, perhaps..."
>You could hear the doubt in the middle-aged mare's voice, and you understood why.
> Most NEETpones didn't exactly have booming social lives, and Floor Bored's probably wasn't an exception.
>After all, had she been, maybe somepony could have helped her before things came to this.
"Is she awake?" you asked the doctor. "Can she have visitors?"
>"Well, yes, I suppose, though she seemed quite impatient to be alone when I was with her."
"Even more reason to go see her then. Which room is she in?"

>Be Floor Bored, living embodiment of failure.
>The fact that you were still living was testament to that.
>You couldn't even end it right.
>And that colt...
>Just thinking about him has you sinking under the covers, sorely missing your sweater to hide within.
>He was probably traumatized...
>Yeah right, more like angry.
>He probably wouldn't have done anything if it wasn't his job.
>He probably would have gotten in trouble otherwise.
>Why else would anypony save you?
>Like all those internet ponies always say, you should go kill yourself.
>If only you weren't a loser who couldn't do anything right.
>You're startled out of your downward spiral by the door creaking open.
>A head pokes in, smallish eyes sweeping the room before landing on you.
>Oh Celestia, it was the hoo-man.
>Probably here to yell at you.
>Why oh why were you such a failure?
>"Uh, hi, don't know if you remember me from earlier today... at your apartment, but I just wanted to check in on you. You know, see how you were doing."
>You hear the words, but your brain is having trouble processing it all.
>Maybe you're brain damaged now to?

>>30610231
Thank you sugar.

>>30610231
>"Yeeeah... so, you're doing well?"
>Ah geez, he's talking again.
>How long have you been staring?
>Long enough to look creepy, judging by that expression.
>Come on, Floor!
>Say something, you idiot!"
"Uh-huh."
>Nailed it.
>Your hoof, that is.
>Took a swing, missed, and mashed your hoof.
>"Good, good. That's... good," he says, stepping the rest of the way into the room and looking around.
>Probably trying to look anywhere but your ugly face.
>"Nice room. Very... white."
"Uh-huh"
>You like white? Your furs kinda white. Like, an eggshell white, maybe."
"Uh-huh."
>"Yep," he has slowly moved to the side of your bed during the painful conversation, and you've turned your neck to follow him.
>Your neck is super sore, but you can't really manage a grimace while your face is stuck in perma-stun.
>You see the things on the edge of his forelegs, his... wigglers, flex and unlfex a few times before slowly moving towards your withers.
>You can only follow it with yours eyes until it connects, giving a light squeeze and making your skin twitch underneath the contact.
>It doesn't hurt like you thought it would.
>It doesn't feel like he's trying to hurt you at all.
>It actually feels kinda warm.
>"I'm glad to hear you're doing better, Floor. You had me really worried."
>Worried?
>For you?
>This colt really must be from far away, like from another planet, to feel anything other than contempt for such a loser mare.
>But maybe, if you don't mess up anymore around him, he won't find out, and you can have a... something other than pony who hates you.
>It could be kind of like having a second GramGram.
"Uh-huh"
>Dang it.
>Oh Sun, he's laughing.
>Game over, mare.
>Game over!
>"Okay then, I'll leave you to your rest," he says after a brief chuckle.
>"It was good seeing you again, Floor, and conscious this time, Maybe next time we can get to know each other a little better."
>Next time?
>He still wants to see you again?
>As he leaves, you hold a hoof up.
"Bye... Anonymous."

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>>30610607
This is very sweet.

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>>30610607

>>30611283
It's called groundwork. Y'know, the foundation on which the story is built?

>>30610607
very nice start.

>>30611269
>>30611283

There are two kinds of people

>>30610607
Please take this somewhere soon, SadAnon.

>>30613356
This.

>>30610607
More when?

bamp

>>30610607
I want to chime in and say I love the rather slow pace of this, but updates whenever possible yes please

>>30610607
>Be Anonymous, very determined human.
>When you saw Floor Bored awake and alive, you felt something.
>Something akin to pride, perhaps.
>She was alive because of you.
>You saved her.
>But it was a job half finished.
>You saved her this time, but she was still in danger.
>And it was your responsibility watch over her.
>You accepted that responsibility when you pulled that noose from around her neck.
>"How was she, Anonymous?"
>Ms. Index steps away from the doctor to face you when you approach.
"Still pretty shaken up," You answer, running a hand through your hair. "I think she's shocked to still be here."
>"I imagine so," commented the doctor. "Had you arrived even a few minutes later, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now."
>"Yes, we're still discussing how best to keep watch over her when she leaves the hospital. Without family or friends, we'll have to hire a nurse-"
"No, she's nervous enough around strangers, and she's probably been forced to meet more today then she's comfortable with," you interrupt.
"If somebody is going to take her home, it should at least be a face she's familiar with, even if it's one she's only seen today."
>Ms. Index tilts her head curiously.
>"Are you trying to suggest yourself, Anonymous?"
>You smile.
"Yes, I am. I've already involved myself, so I should at least see things through to the end."
>Hopefully a happy one.
>Mouth tightening into a thin line, Ms. Index gives you a long look.
>"You understand what you're volunteering for, yes? The responsibility?"
>You return her look with one just as focused.
"Yes."
>"You'll have to be with her twenty-four seven; meaning she'll have to move in with you or vice versa."
"I kind of figured that. She'll probably be more comfortable at her place since it's familiar."
>"This won't be easy. It's more than just watching her to prevent another attempt, you have to try and help her so that she doesn't want to try again."

>"You aren't trying to fix her either. She may never be what ponies consider 'normal'. Maybe she will be one day, but it's not something you are to force."
"Hey we, are what we are. All we can hope for is to be better, but nobodies perfect." You say in way of answer.
"No one is expected to be, right?"
>Finally, her lips turn the slightest bit upwards.
>"Well then, I'll see about the paperwork. No promises, these situations are always delicate ones, but I'll have an answer for you before Ms. Floor Bored is discharged."
>You smile back.
"I'll have my toothbrush ready."

>You were approved the next day, and had several more to wait before being allowed to pick up your new roomie.
>The docs wanted to keep her for observation for a few more days to make sure there wouldn't be any complications.
>Mostly for the cracked sternum from the CPR, which you felt marginally guilty for, but like Peepaw always said, if you weren't breaking ribs, you weren't pressing hard enough.
>In the meantime, you settled some things in preparation for the move, like giving up your tiny apartment, which was luckily a simple matter.
>It was the end of the month, so rent was already up, and you had pitifully few belongings to pack.
>The cosmic mishap that landed you in Equestria didn't have the courtesy to grab most of your stuff, and you hadn't really scored any high paying jobs to earn a disposable income from.
>Which left you with a little tied-up tablecloth to be carried over your shoulder via stick like the proverbial hobo.
>At least you'd still be getting your inspector's pay while staying with Floor Bored.
>Ms. Index was able to swing the whole thing as a business expense, which was fortunate.
>Didn't really like to think of helping a pony in need as a job, but you weren't about to ask Floor to support the both of you on her meager NEET budget alone, so you'd have to accept it.
>And Floor Bored was shaping up to be a real sweet pone.

>Well, you thought so at least, even if you didn't exactly have a whole lot to go off of.
>You've been visiting her as much as you could, both to inform her of the new living conditions, and in the hopes of warming her up to the idea.
>When you first told her, her eyes slowly widened until they were the size of dinner plates, then she dropped under her covers and refused to come out no matter how much you prompted her to do so.
>She had recovered some by the next visit, though you still couldn't get more then a few sounds out of her before having to leave.
>Eventually though, she was talking in full, if not short and sparse, sentences.
>You even managed to get a few giggles from the mare, which you considered a win.
>And she hasn't exactly fought you on the living arrangements.
>She hasn't exactly agreed yet either, but considering the circumstances, this'll be the one time you take lack of verbal consent as permission to proceed.
>No rape-o.

>Be very nervous Floor Bored.
>Making good use of the hospital's complimentary bedpan so that you won't pee yourself when Anon arrives to pick you up.
>Could you bring this with you when you left?
>It was much easier to use than a bottle...
>No!
>Bad pony!
>Normal ponies use the potty!
>You will be living with Anonymous from now on!
>You are not going to gross him out!
>You are not going to make him hate you!
>Do it for GramGram!
>"Hey Floor Bored, you ready for the-"
"Eep!"
>*Splash*
>"Oh shi-!"
*Crash!*
>No.
>Please no.
>How could you mess up already?
>It wasn't even the first day yet.
>As Anon rushes to your side, sidestepping to slowly spreading puddle and upturned bedpan, you can only stare down at yourself.
Images replaying in your head.
>Anon coming in.
>Seeing you mid-stream,
>Falling backwards into your own pee.
>Jolting up and getting tangled in the bed sheets.
>Falling sideways.
>Hitting the floor a split second before the pan.
>Sound like thunder followed by pattering rain.
>Anon's expression, of utter shock

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>>30617427
>Seeing you mid-stream,

>>30617427
Poor thing. If she had a cm I imagine it would have something to do with bad luck or timing

i want to watch floor bored's expression as i pee into a bottle she's already used, and she sees our fluids being mixed together and become one

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>>30617886
Use this one instead ;)

>>30618063
Nice. Is that Floor?

>>30618063
>messy hair
>face of a pervert
That's Floor Bored

>>30617427
moar green

>>30617427
beautiful

Still waiting to find out what happens after anon cums in floor's bellybutton.

Pls don't be dead

>>30618703
this

>>30617427
I keked. This is really good.

>>30617427
Next part when?

>>30610082
I'm sorry anon
I just draw small

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>>30607649
I remember that. is the drawfag still around?

it'd be nice to see more art of Floo bore

>>30620159
I hope so.

>>30617427
Good writing style. Properly executed >green text, use of the term pone, great voices. I could believe you are an English major.

>>30619350
They are amazing and I love them, but I if they were only bigger we maybe could find a colorfag for them too

i want to suck Floor Bored's filthy marecock

This is a cute pony

>>30617443
why won't you guys just go away?

>>30622406
they're the subhuman neets
they have nothing else better to do

>>30622565
>"Pot, meet Kettle."

>>30622599
tis why i specified subhuman
im a neet, but im not that degenerate

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so dead

>>30622694
Anon, we're all degenerates here. Fit for nothing else but to serve as an example of what happens to those who stray to far from "the norm." To be fair, that's not necessarily a bad thing for us. If it meant getting to Equestria to be with my waifu, and to finally have release from this life, I'd gladly be the first one into the gas chamber.

>>30623723
of course, but wanting to fuck a horse is normal here. a watersports fetish is for the degenerate degenerate

>>30610607
hhngggg

>>30617427
>>When you first told her, her eyes slowly widened until they were the size of dinner plates, then she dropped under her covers and refused to come out no matter how much you prompted her to do so.
how fucking adorable holy shit

>>30623420
Too cute

>>30623420
What a horrible situation. I guess i could help her out if she needs a hand.

Before I continue, I feel I should clarify that there will be no heavy watersports or sex at all really. Maybe a little in the final quarter, but it's more a slice-of-life story.
The peeing was their to pay omage to Floor Bored's history. Anyhoot, back to the story.

>>30617427
>You don't look back up.
>Don't want to see that the shock has turned to revulsion.
>"Fuck, I'm sorry, Floor, I should have knocked or something."
>"No, no, no, don't cry, we can clean this up."
>"It's no big deal, just an accident is all."
*Creeeak*
>"Is everything alright in here? I thought I heard something."
>"Uh, yeah, it's fine, just knocked something over, but I got it handled."
>"Oh? I can help-"
>"No! I mean, it's fine, I've got it, so you can just, uh, go."
>"Really, it's no problem, it's my job-"
>"I said get the fuck out!"
>Both you and the mare squeak at the harsh demand, and you hear the door slam shut.
>"Hey, hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startled you, It's just, I'm sure you wouldn't have wanted the nurse to see this.
>"Not that you should be ashamed, but accidents happen and, ah, you know, we really should clean this up."
>Frozen, you can only shiver as he reaches under your front legs and picks you up.
>Eyes still downcast, you see him kick away the sheets from your mess before he pulls you closer.
>Wha-?
>What is he doing?
>You're still covered in your own-
>And it's getting all over his nice clothes.
>And clothes aren't cheap.
>Awe overcoming dread, you risk a glance upwards to see...
>Not hate.
>Or disgust.
>But determination.
>And maybe...
>Care?

>Be Anonymous, slightly damp human.
>After Floor Bored's little accident, you had a lot of work to do very quickly.
>Being in the brittle state that she was, and seeing how she was already distressed just from you witnessing it all, you knew you couldn't let anyone else know what had happened.
>So you had taken the little mare to the bathroom first and proceeded to wipe her down the best you could with a quarter of the-

>- paper towels that the dispenser had to offer.
>Then you used some foamed hand- er, hoof soap to lather up the worst of her coat and tail.
>A process that had her face scrunched up and blushing brighter than a tomato.
>But she didn't protest, giving only a squeak as you lifted her behind up to the sink to rinse her off.
>Another quarter of your towel supply later left you standing in the main room, surveying the mess and formulating a plan of attack.
>Luckily, the blankets had avoided the worse of the golden shower, so you pushed those aside while using the the last of the towels to soak up the urine.
>Memories of your first pet came to mind, but you pushed them away to focus on the task at hand.
>With the evidence flushed away, that just left an alibi, which was made with a dumped pitcher of water and some more poured down the front of your shirt.
>Telling the staff of your clumsy accident, you left them to clean the cover up while you and Floor Bored made your escape with nobody the wiser.
>After a taxi drive spent mostly in silence left you standing before Floor's apartment complex and your new home, you finally spoke.
"Sooo, crazy day, huh? And not even five-o'clock."
>Floor Bored simply scuffed a hoof against the pavement, not looking at you.
>With a sigh, you step forward, hearing the mare shuffle after you as you open the door and make your way up the pain-in-the-ass stairs.
>You missed your ground floor shoe box already.
>Without fanfare, you enter Floor Bored's home, looking around to see it left exactly as you remembered.
>Dim, musky, and utterly trashed.
"Hey, I'm sure it's not the first thing you want to do after finally getting home, but you think we could start to clean-"
*Slam!*
>Jolting, you stare at the door to your charge's bedroom to see a few chip bags gently floating back to the floor, the refuse having been sent flying by her hasty retreat.
"Yeah, never mind, you're probably tired, we'll talk later.
"... I guess I'll start this myself."

> Page 9
Do stuff Floor, ffs

aaaaaaaaaaaaa

the people like pee, why do?

>>30625599
Because they are deviants.

They belong in the same fire as foot fetishists

>>30625599
i don't have an active interest in it, unlike some things, but there's a few circumstances it really works. there's like three obvious avenues of appeal: the floor bored one is that she is really gross. she can no hygiene at all and doesn't give a fuck. that's hot because it breaks normal social convention, and because it's really overpowering (in like, scent/feel/etc)

there's the humiliation angle, where there's enough of a power-play differential that one party is literally pissing on the other, and the feeling of worthlessness or of power are hot. usually there's way more interesting things that hit that note for me though

the last is that peeing requires/enables being totally relaxed. there's a serenity to it that you can fetishize, and you can equate the release to a different kind of orgasm, especially if you're doing the desperation thing

>>30625706
ponies can pee, but don't have feet. i think we really know which of these fetishes is worse.

>>30625706
>Because they are deviants.
You're posting in a self-insert erotic fanfic on 4chan's My Little Pony board. I think this calls into question your ability to judge what is or is not deviant.
>>30625802
>obvious avenues of appeal: the floor bored one is that she is really gross.
And lazy. So giving her a fetish that combines the two just fits. Also it's hilarious that Anon's reward for overlooking her grossness and social ineptitude is getting pissed on. I wrote a couple of piss fetish greens, and that's not really even my fetish. I just based it on dating a girl who used to squirt when she came (and yes, it was piss). Some other Anon added the detail that Floor ALWAYS peed on Anon, and that was just too funny to let go of. But the whole thing arose from the NEET piss bottle having to be a sexual foreshadowing.

>>30624531
>>Then you used some foamed hand- er, hoof soap to lather up the worst of her coat and tail.
>>A process that had her face scrunched up and blushing brighter than a tomato.
Damn is that cute.

>>30624531
MOAR

>>30625599
Because it's hot.

bump for greens

bamp

>>30625802
>>30627183
what
>>30627183
hot like ther fire??

>>30629724
>hot like ther fire??
No, warm like piss.

>>30629984
i neever felt piss before

>>30629984
This.

>>30624531
>Be Floor Bored.
>And currently under the bed.
>It's not like you're hiding or anything!
>You're just looking for your backup set of clothes.
>The sweater and panties you were wearing the day of the... incident were cleaned at the hospital, and smell completely off.
>Lavender, blegh.
>So you're going to let them ripen in the corner for a bit while you dress in the spares.
>It sure is lucky you even have them.
>Being a NEET doesn't really support a multi-outfit lifestyle.
>But GramGram got you the sweater for Hearth's Warming a few years back, and you found the underwear outside of a business called Sexy Saddle Dancers.
>You had to tear the lace off of them, but that still left you a nice pair of black, only slightly frayed knickers.
>You're sure Anon will appreciate not having to look at your bear body anymore.
>Especially after the look he definitely got of your marebits when he was cleaning you off...
>You bury your face into the panties and hope it muffles your scream.
>You know, you forgot how comfy it was under here.
>So dark and secluded.
>All the odors and smells you've become so familiar with in your years of being a shut-in are so concentrated down here.
>Mister Quiver here to keep you company...
*Click,click... Click*
>Darn, battery's dead.
>... You should probably hide this better.
>Wouldn't want Anon finding it.
>Not like you ever expect him to come into your room.
>Or especially not under your bed.
>L-lewd.
>Feeling your face warm, you push Mister Quiver aside and take a slow breath.
>Right, you aren't hiding under your bed, remember?
>No matter how nice it is.
>You are a big mare, you don't hide from nice colts.
>Society? Of course.
>But Anon isn't nearly as scary as that.
>Belly-crawling back into the open with your clothes in tow, you stand and begin to suit up.
>Panties: Check.
>Snug? Double-check.
>Sweater: Check.
>Sufficiently baggy to hide grotesque body? Hmm, could be baggier, but check.
>... Now what?
>Looking around your room,-

>- you spot your computer, Ol' Reliable.
>She may not have been top of the line even when you bought her with a year's worth of savings, but she got you through the turbulent forums of PoneChan all the same.
>You could even watch cartoons on her with only a couple hours of buffering.
>Now that was a tempting idea.
>Making to sit in front of your computer screen and zonk out for a few hours, you realize your swivel chair isn't in it's normal spot.
>... It's still tipped over in the middle of the room.
>Your mouth feels like a desert as your eyes subconsciously travel upwards.
>The cord to your computer mouse hangs innocently from the ceiling fan.
>The plaster of the ceiling is cracked and you see a gap at the base of the fan where you must have loosened it.
>It looks like it just barely held that day.
>But it did, and if Anonymous hadn't come...
>You run a hoof along your throat, a phantom pain blooming with the memories.
>A silver glint draws your attention to the cut end of the cord where the rubber was split to reveal the cable beneath.
>Huh, guess using the computer was out for now.
>You didn't have a backup mouse, after all.
>Sigh...
>Looks like another two months of saving.
>You hear a rustling sound from the living room.
>Great, were the mice back?
>Wait, no, Anonymous was still here.
>Right.
>With a gulp, you make your way slowly to the door and place an ear to it.
>What was he doing out there?
>Listening alone wasn't giving you the answer.
>You'd have to take a peek.
>Your heart was pounding before your hoof even reached the handle.
>What if he saw you and wanted to talk?
>You could barely look at him after what happened earlier today.
>Or what if he saw you spying on him and thought you were a creeper?
>He'd be gone before you could blink.
>That thought had a cold pit icing over in your stomach.
>With a shake of the head, you steel your nerves.
>It was just a peek, nothing bad would happen.
>You could do this, Floor.
>Just a quick look.
>Do it.

>>30630899
>Lavender, blegh
I fell you.

>>30630939
Did you hurt yourself when you fell, Anon?

>>30630945
Not really. With all the medication I don't fell a thing.

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>>30630887
>You're sure Anon will appreciate not having to look at your bear body anymore.

Bamp

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>>30631568
Kek.

>>30630887
>You had to tear the lace off of them, but that still left you a nice pair of black, only slightly frayed knickers.
Nice detail

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Do NEET pones like giant robots?

>>30633791
How would a mecha pony work? Would it stand on its hind legs or would it stand on all 4 legs?

>>30633791
Yes.

>>30624518
That poor nurse

>>30630899
>PChan

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>>30633824
All 4 of course. Additional stability and some redundancy are both very good things.

Is sadAnon kill?

>>30634697
there's consistently been an update every morning, fuck, have some patience. i'd be worried about literally every other writefag first.

Sucks when the writefag for a NEET thread is not such.

>>30634994
>tfw i considered writing my daily neet activities for this thread but there are only so many ways to say woke up, constantly refreshed 4chan only pausing to reply or change youtube videos for 10 hours and then masturbated before showering and going back to bed

>>30635014
>showering
>not masturbating at least three times a day
>not drawing horsecocks/puss/writing smut
W E A K

>>30635026
>if i dont shower my pits will rot and that hurts
>i dont have that much of a sex drive
>i cannot create anything that isnt comparable to my immortal in cringe
The only reason i graduated HS is because i went to a mental hospital for school so yes, W E A K.

>>30635041
my condolences

>>30634697
T. HeliAnon

>>30634738

>>30630899
>Be Anonymous, fully aware of the eyes on your back.
>You were getting worried that Floor Bored might try something while all alone in her room, but ten minutes later, you finally heard the door pop open.
>She wasn't doing anything, just staring at you through the crack, but that was better than hurting herself.
>So you just continued to work.
>Behind you sat a large black garbage back you shoveled full of trash from the floor.
>You found a few under the sink, but you'd have to go out and buy more before you could gather up the rest of the garbage.
>One bag only fit a fifth of the room's refuse, and you only have three bags left.
>That'll get you to the start of the kitchenette if you really stuffed them.
>Which you were.
>The first was fit to burst when you finally tied it off.
>You would appreciate if Floor Bored would help, but she seemed content to stare at your behind.
>Couldn't blame her, you did have some nice glutes.
>All joking aside, you figure it'll be for the best to let the mare go at her own pace.
>It was probably strange having another person in her home, and she'll have to get comfortable with the idea before you can expect her to actually interact with you.
>Tying off another bag, you stand up with a grunt and wipe the sweat from your brow.
>Maybe you could convince the higher-ups that an AC unit was a business expense too.
>Place is as warm as it is stuffy.
>Moving to the kitchen area on the other side of the room, you decide it's time for a water break.
>... Just as soon as you find some cups.
>Opening all the cupboards only reveals a box of stale cornflakes, a butter knife, and a plastic funnel.
"Why a funnel? Where's the cups?"
>As you move your search to the drawers, you are surprised by a meek voice behind you.
>"I-I only have two cups, but you can have one."
>Floor is standing halfway out of her room, a tall, hard-plastic cup in her shaky hoof as she holds it out to you.
"Oh, uh, thanks."
>You walk over to her.

>Being sure not to make any sudden moves.
>The little pony looks ready to bolt as it is.
"You have any other dishes in there? Your cupboards are kinda bare."
>She opens her mouth, hoof hovering after you take the cup from it, before she simply rushed back into her room.
>At first, you think she had returned to hiding, but after some clattering, she comes out and holds her full hooves up as if giving tribute.
"Oh, thanks."
>Taking the the proffered stack, you count two bowls and spoons, a plate, and a plain mug on top.
>All of which exudes the smell of spoiled milk and rotting food.
"Phew, I'll just... wash these later."
>The mare blushes and hunches her shoulders, making you quickly backpedal.
"You know, I did the same thing when I lived alone. Why have a whole stack of plates if you were the only one who would be using them, right?
"Yep, just better to have a full set or two and rinse 'em as you go.
"Very smart."
>With an exaggerated nod, you internally breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of a tentative smile pulling at Floor's lips.
>Returning to the sink, you place the dishes in and grab a cup off the top.
>The remains of some sugary drink is solidified on the bottom, but dissolving it away with some hot water should work until you can find or buy some dish soap.
>When the handle is turned, a gurgling can be heard throughout the pipes and the faucet jitters a bit before spraying a few bursts of water.
>A few seconds later, the stream stabilizes and begins to warm.
>Okay, that didn't seem good, but you're no plumber, so you'll ignore it until it becomes a problem.
>You do it with your health, and you're still kicking, after all.
>"S-sorry I don't have anything besides water for you to drink," Floor says, rubbing her hooves together.
>"I, um, I didn't think I was going to need to need anymore food stuff after... you know."
"It's fine, I actually like water. Pretty much all I drink besides coffee," you respond, trying to keep the mood light.

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>>30636175
I'm really liking your story, nice and descriptive. I love that anon is able to sympathize so heavily with her.
Anon MUST succeed. To fail Floor is to fail himself.

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I can sense this moment happening with Floor and it will be glorious.

>>30623420
>not having 12 packs of DD batteries in the fridge

>>30636175
what a qt

>>30636503
>>30636730
I don't want to think about that kind of pain, man. I just want to be there to make it go away. Shit's pretty heavy. I wish it was real. I wish it made me feel.

>>30636730
fun fact: cheetahs are the only big cats that purr

>>30636175
>It seems to work as the little mare brightens.
>"Oh? I-I like coffee too. I always buy a cup whenever I go to the convenience store for food.
>"There's a r-really nice cappuccino machine with all sorts of flavors. I always get mocha."
"Is that so? I usually stick to just the plain kind because it's cheap and I can make it in my kitchen, but I like the fancier stuff too."
>She twiddles her hooves, looking down and to the side.
>"M-maybe we can go get some together when we go get food l-later. You know, since there's nothing to eat here and we'd be there anyway."
>Well, you were planning to go to an actual grocery store for food since you certainly weren't going to live off of junk food for your entire stay here, but you couldn't say no to a face like that.
"Sounds like a plan," you answer, getting the mare to snap her eyes up to meet yours.
"But it'll have to wait until after we're done cleaning up first."
>Floor Bored tilts her head in confusion.
>"Clean? But why? It'll just get messy again later, r-right?"
>You have to blink a few times at that, trying to rectify the sincerity of the question with its absurdity.
"...Well, if we clean it now, and don't drop stuff on the floor later, it won't get messy again, and any mess we do make will be easier to clean up... Get it?"
>You can tell by her expression that she doesn't, but she nods nonetheless.
>With a small sigh, you fill your cup and gulp it down, wishing at the moment that it was alcohol.
>You had a lot of work ahead of you.

>Be a very exhausted Floor Bored.
>Why did you have to clean?
>It was sooo hard.
>And didn't make any sense.
>It was so much easier to just drop your chip bags and empty noodle cups on the floor and then pack it all down when you walked over them.
>Plus the carpet underneath is all slimy and Anon said he'd have to tear it out, so cleaning just made more work!
>Guh, colts were as difficult as the internet said they were.

>You rest your head comfortably on the garbage bag you filled, watching Anon tie off the last of his and place it with the other two.
>At least he saw some of the wisdom in your trash-covered floor method, taking what he couldn't cram into the bags and spreading it evenly throughout the room to cover the gooey carpet.
>Unbidden, you smile while you watch Anon work.
>He was so serious as he tossed trash around, stopping every once in awhile to adjust it for optimal coverage.
>His wiggly hooves reaching down to push things into place.
"What are those?" you find yourself asking suddenly.
>"Huh? What are what?"
>On the spot and kicking yourself for distracting him, you point.
"Um, th-those, your.. hooves. What are they called?"
>"Oh, these? They're just hands."He gives you a sly smile and holds them up, wiggling them. "Why? You jelly?"
"N-no, I was just wondering," You answer, turning away.
>You begin blush when your mind starts suggesting all the things those wiggly hands could do.
>No!
>Don't be a perv, Floor!
>Anon wouldn't ever touch you that way, anyway, so there's no point in thinking about it.
>"Heh, well I definitely don't envy you ponies and your hooves. I can't imagine life without fingers."
>He surveys the room as he says this, hands on his hips.
>"Looks like we've done all there is to do for now. Well need more garbage bags and some cleaning supplies before we can tackle the rest of it."
>This has you looking at him again.
"D-does that mean we're done? We can go get the coffee now?"
>In truth, you didn't like leaving the apartment before the sun was down, and that was a couple hours away, but the thought of getting coffee with Anon was strangely exciting.
>It was almost like a d-date..
>You shiver, remembering a dating sim you played back before your computer wasn't on life support.
>It was really hard, but one time, you did manage to get the cute colt in it to get coffee with you.
>...Sadly he died when you inexplicably caused the coffee shop to catch fire.

>>30637009
>>It was really hard, but one time, you did manage to get the cute colt in it to get coffee with you.
>>...Sadly he died when you inexplicably caused the coffee shop to catch fire.
my sides

>>30637009
god damn it lol.

Be careful anon.

>>30637009
>...Sadly he died when you inexplicably caused the coffee shop to catch fire.
kek

This is a good story.
Keep going.

>>30637009
>"Sure, we can go," Anon says, making his way to the door.
>As he passes, he pats your head, and your heart nearly skips a beat.
>"Hey, you coming? I actually want walk around the neighborhood some before the sun goes down. You know, get familiar with the area and all."
"Mhmm!"
>Tongue-tied, you settle for running to his side as an answer, trying your best to hide your glowing face behind your shaggy mane.
>He simply smiles and opens the door, stepping out and starting down the hall.
>You lift a hoof, but it hovers over the threshold, noticing how much brighter it looked then what you were used to.
>Ponies would still be out in droves at this time.
>You might even bump shoulders with somepony, and they'd give you a mean look.
>They might even yell; say you smell and that you're ugly and stupid.
>They'll tell you to stop making everything worse for everypony else and to just k-kill yourself.
>A-and, you really should.
>Anon wouldn't have to waste his time on you anymore, or-or-
>"Hey? You coming, Floor? Daylight's burning."
>He waves you towards him expectantly, and you're mind begins to settle.
>With a smile, you step out and follow after him.

>Be sympathetic, but proud Anon.
>It didn't take long to notice how nerve-racking the daytime outing was for your NEETpone, but she was sticking with it anyway.
>It's only her first day of being out of the hospital after a traumatizing event, and she's already out here facing a fear head-on.
>Well, more like head titled down and covered by a sweater hood, but it was still inspiring.
>You didn't leave the room the princess' provided you with for five days after you were first sucked into Equestria.
>You ain't no wimp or anything, it was all just very jarring, landing in a strange land and being surrounded by strange creatures.
>Seriously, you think they're cute now, but those giant pony eyes were just plain eerie the first time you saw them.
>Like shiny white basketballs.
>Ew, now you're imagining what it would be-

>-like to palm one of those.
>What do they use during Halloween for the blindfold feeling game?
>Meatloaves?
>"Um, Anon, w-we're at the store."
"Huh? Oh! We are. Sorry, just zoned out for a bit."
>Giving your companion an apologetic smile, you look up to see the generic, 7-Eleven, building in front of you.
>Even the inside reminded you of Earth.
>A bored, acne-faced teen behind the register.
>Buzzing, occasionally flickering lights over head,
The humming of the slushy machines and squeaking of rollers keeping overpriced corn dogs and taquitos from burning under heating lamps.
>Ah, memories.
>Floor takes it upon herself to give you the guided tour, showing you all the racks where her favorite snacks reside.
>She had decidedly economic tastes for a NEET, preferring the off-brand products in lieu of things like MountNeigh Dew and HorseRitos.
>Damn puns.
>Unfortunately, she still liked energy drinks, a fact made clear when she pulled seven from the refrigerator in the back.
"Uh, I don't think so," you say, intercepting her hoof as she reached for another.
>"W-what? Do you not like Smooze? We can get a different kind."
>"No, I don't like energy drinks, period. Stuff's just overpriced poison, and there's no way I'm letting you drink eight cans of it on my watch. You'd be back in the hospital by morning from a heart attack."
>She shrinks into herself and mumbles meekly about how you were going to split them, getting you to heave a sigh and go down on one knee.
"Hey, I'm not mad, I'm just trying to look out for you, is all," you say gently, placing a hand under her chin to guide her eyes to yours, letting her see for herself you weren't angry.
"And besides, they really are expensive. I mean, look, nearly three bits for one.
"We could get two large cappuccinos for that.
"And for the price of all eight, we can come back everyday of the week and get coffee together.
"Wouldn't that be nice?"
>She begin to nod, picking up speed until she's practically headbanging, smiling wide

>>30637009
>Anon wouldn't ever touch you that way, anyway, so there's no point in thinking about it.
Please let this be wrong. Also, good work!

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Its bump time ya smelly freeloader!

>>30637711
>She begin to nod, picking up speed until she's practically headbanging, smiling wide
damn that's cute

>>30637711
This kinda rasies the a question.....where has floor get cash?
WoW grinding? Bitcoin mineing? Goverment aid program? Making porn of her self mastbaiting?

>>30639747
All legit choices for a NEET pony. I'm still waiting for the conclusion of the story from last thread when she stole Bitbit mining processors.

Page 8 bump

>>30640376

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>>30637711
He's good for her.

>>30637711
>Shit.
>It's good thing she didn't use that cuteness to get the energy drinks from you.
>You doubt you could resist.
"Okay, okay, Let's get some coffee then."
>Just as you said, you pulled loose two of the largest-sized Styrofoam cups from the dispenser and handed one down to Floor.
>Damn horsie land.
>Everything was lower to account for short, little equines, so you found yourself having to bent your knees some to fill your cup.
>A couple years living here and you're either going to have buns of steel or blown out kneecaps.
>A short time later had you standing at the register, waiting for the cashier to finish scanning everything in, uninterested until he told you the total.
>"That'll be 36.50, sir," the teen droned.
"Seriously?"
>Looking at the counter, you soon realize that, yes, there was quite a lot there.
>Did you really need five family-size potato chip bags?
"You have any bits on you, Floor?"
>The little mare taps the front pocket of her hoodie, the empty fabric falling around her hoof while she gives you an apologetic look.
>"S-sorry, I forgot to grab my bit bag."
>No splitting the bill, then.
>With a sigh, you turn back to the counter.
"I'm sorry, but I'm going have to remove a few items."
With an apathetic "Whatever," the colt begins voiding items, waiting impatiently while you try to get Floor to choose what to keep.
>Ten minutes later, you're walking our the front door, the handles of a plastic bag wrapped around the fingers of one hand, a coffee cup grasped in the other, and a moping pony a step behind you.
"Sorry we couldn't get all your snacks, Floor, but I still want to get some other stuff for the fridge."
"It's okay, I'm sorry you had to pay for it all by yourself."
>You smile a little and slow down, letting the mare reach your side so you could reach down and pet her between the ears.
"Hey, it's not a big deal, and you know, it's probably a good thing, anyway.
"So much junk food isn't good for you,-

-and I plan on getting us something healthy.
"You'll see, I'm not a chef or anything, but I bet I can make something way tastier then prepackaged junk."
>Floor Bored is now looking up at you with sparkles in her eyes.
>Like she's seeing snow for the first time or something.
>It's... kinda weird.

>Be undeserving Floor Bored.
>How did a NEET like you end up with a colt- a Nice colt- living with you?
>Especially one who just offered to cook for you.
>A pony hasn't done that since you still lived with GramGram.
>That was something s-special someponies do.
>As you scream internally, you do your best to keep your expression neutral.
>... You fail miserably.
>The dopey grin refusing to leave your face.
>Luckily with your hood up and head down, nopony can see it.
>Deep down, you know he's only with you because it's his job.
>That he's just making sure you don't try to end it again.
>But it's nice to pretend otherwise.
>That he truly cares for you.
>The fact that he was trying at all must mean he at least cares a little, right?
>And maybe if you don't be the massive loser you are, he'll begin to care for real.
>And so, you're on your best behavior while Anon does his shopping,having taken the two of you to a proper grocery store.
>The novelty of it almost helps you ignore all the ponies milling about.
>You haven't seen many of these fruits and vegetables out of crisp, fried form in forever.
>Are those shiny red things really what your favorite apple chips are made of?
>Wild.
>Oh shoot, Anon's talking.
>Listen, mare!
>"-You can get fresh produce way cheaper then the prepackaged stuff, too. I mean, seriously, look at this, a pound of potatoes for two bits.
>"How much did that bag we got cost? 3.50?
>"And there's probably only two spuds tops in it.
>"Maybe we can buy some oil while we're here and fry up our own.
>"Fresh chips hot out of the grease will blow your mind.
>"How's that sound? Good?"
"Uh-huh"
>No, not this again!
>Speak like an adult!
"I-I mean, yeah, sounds good."

>>30638235
I think she will end up being wrong:)
>>30639747
Goverment aid program. I imagine NEETs are given a small allowance of bits as well as food stamps and are placed in apartments the gov. pays the rent for.
The grand total equals slightly under what minimum wage would be. So equivalent to having a job that just barely pays the bills and keeps you fed, but not too much else.
>>30640983
They'll end up being good for each other. Anon didn't know it, but he needed to feel needed by someone.

On a different note, I feel like I'm writing for a dead thread. Is Floor Bored really this unpopular?
Are there no other writers or artists out there?
... That makes me live up to my name.

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>>30642167
Keep writing this shit and once the therad perma dies put it in AIE with the rest of the AIE stories.

>>30642220
>>30642167
Pretty much what Coco Anon said. This green is dope af but the thread may be dead. Just add it to the ever growing AiE thread so it may join the sacred list.

>>30642167
>dead thread
I've been lurking for a while. It was pretty bad there for a bit, after the writefags all left. Just one or two people left bumping. lots of unique posters back when it started though. lots of us sad sad individuals relate to her situation, and want to see her happy.

You never know, maybe other writefags will reappear in the next thread when it has a proper image and they realize it's still around.

>>30641717
Dude, you are killing it. This thread is the only reason I still come here, and it's exactly for stuff like this. Kudos.

I don't want to wade through AiE to see updates though!

I kind of want to write something for Floor, but I don't have any concrete ideas. Closest I've got it 'Floor's parents were rich, so when Earth/Equestria contact happened she got a computer as a filly and it destroyed her. Years later she managed to snag a spot for government-sponsored immigrating to earth so people end up more comfortable with pony residents (but really so she can shit around on the actual internet)'. then there's no story afterwards.

someone give me prompts to work with, anything goes (as long as it's on-topic)

>>30642167
Keep writing mah nigga, this is good shit.

>>30642167
pls I NEED it!

>>30642167
i am both writer and drawfag, and i am very much pleased with what you're doing here.
you aint alone, we're just watching from the bleachers.

>>30642167
same as >>30642918 just lurking while trying to think of something to draw for the thread.

>>30642918
>>30643225
Get on it, lads. Or I'll be writing another piss fetish green in the next day or two.

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>>30636503
>>30636730
>>30636870
I know exactly what I'm missing. And I know I'm pretty shriveled up inside because I simply don't have enough trust in anyone else to let them in. It's a constant dull, and sometimes numbing pain, which just makes me wish I remembered how to just have fun with emoticons and be more playful like in my pre-teen/teen days.
Few years away from 30, and I've only ever had one short term girlfriend, and I miss kissing and cuddling so god damn much.
Where the hell do we even find these mythical female NEETs with the same problem? Though 2 NEETs being together isn't really a great idea either, financially speaking.

>>30642434
>She bunks with anon who just happens to be an outdoor person with no wifi
>Anon is a pro shitposter and surpasses floor, she is in awe and anon teaches her the secrets to perfect shitposting
>Maybe anon is a handsome man who gets a lot of female attention and floor observes how females try to "court" anon to see if she has a shot
Those are my ideas, but I write like shit, if you think any of them work it would be nice.

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>>30643350
They are mythical, Anon. It don't work that way. There's a whole support system that is there for women that isn't for men, it's just the nature of the sexes. They're an entirely different animal, even, so they don't follow the same rules. If you found your NEET, she'd be extremely ugly, extraordinarily deranged, or one in a million.

I too miss cuddles. Sometimes I feel with these threads, when there is a cute picture or an adorable green. When there is a pure, genuine, unadulterated love. It's a feeling in my chest. Not bad, but intense. It feels good. Must be a faint semblance of what it feels like to be in love? Then I'll think happy thoughts for a bit, and be good for a while. Settle into bed and just get comfy. But right now I'm not feeling it. Maybe because I've been gone for the past week. This whole thing is rather silly when you step back and look at it.

Page 7 bump

>>30641717
>"You have any requests? I'm sure I can figure out how to make it if you have anything specific you want to eat."
>Your mind races at the offer, trying to think of something that you'd like and that wouldn't seem like asking too much.
"Maybe.. mac'n'cheese? My GramGram used to make it for me whenever I had a bad day at school.."
>So most days until you graduated after a repeat of your senior year.
>GramGram always said it was your mom's favorite growing up, so it was kind of like a special connection between you and the mare you could hardly remember.
>"Mac'n'cheese..? Yeah, I can do that.Just cheese, milk, butter, salt, pepper, and macaroni.
>"Let's pick the stuff up and make some tonight.Thinking about it is making me hungry."
>Satisfied you made the right choice, you nod and trot happily behind him.
>You can't wait to have mac'n'cheese again.
>And you especially can't wait to try Anon's.
>It was hard to believe after how the day began, that you could feel this happy.
>That Anon could make you feel this happy.
>Maybe you can help him make dinner tonight so he doesn't think you're useless.
>The two of you side by side in the kitchen, working so closely that you rub against each other..
>You giggle like a filly just thinking about.
>And practically skip all the way back home when you're finally done shopping.

>Be Anonymous, filled with the warm fuzzies.
>You watch Floor Bored happily chew as you take your own bite of cheesy goodness.
>Admittedly, it wasn't great, the ratios of cheese and milk a bit off for your tastes, but seeing the little mare before you so full of life after the dark days prior, you can't help but smile.
>The two of you sit on a couple of cleared patches of kitchen linoleum since Floor lacked much furniture.
>Your back against the now partially stocked refrigerator and her sitting across from you.
>With her forehooves holding her food and back legs spread apart, you get a glance of her underwear, and a question lingers on your tongue.

>>30644225
>With her forehooves holding her food and back legs spread apart, you get a glance of her underwear, and a question lingers on your tongue.
>"Hay bb, want sum fuck?"
Oh, wait...

I'd have a hell of a time caring for a semi-autistic NEETpone if she were really always this cute and happy about absolutely mundane things. That'd be pretty heart-warming, the little goofball weirdo.

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>>30644225
fucking hell is that cute

>tfw no cute neetpone mare to take care of

>>30642167
I compare thread life to the fillyanon general - days of bumping and image reposts followed by one brave soul posting something new which in turn spurs more to post until they finish/die/get bored/become the filly, then the cycle repeats.

Just know your work is appreciated, by the unique IP posters and orders of magnitude more lurkers alike.

>>30642167
>On a different note, I feel like I'm writing for a dead thread. Is Floor Bored really this unpopular?
All threads have their slow periods.
Hopefully it'll pick up again.

I enjoy your story and I'm sure so do many other lurkers.

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>>30642167
Your green is a gift for my soul.

I think all other replies have shown that the thread appears a bit mute but has a good amount of lurkers. Myself included.

Please continue, you glorious faggot!

>>30644243
Please continue.

>>30642167
I've not visited the thread for a while, (my place of hang-out is the filly anon thread). You have a very nice story there, I'm glad to see some more decent, fairly original green for our poor girl.

I need to draw more floor bored, messy greasy hair is hard though.

>>30646125
Reminder, Floor going to start anxiety attacks not checking on her friendbook farm....anon buy her a new mouse

You all let her thread fall off of page 10 before 500 she might kill herself for real this time.

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>>30647567
So you're saying Floor would just be hanging around?

>>30644225
"Say, Floor, I've been wondering, what's with the clothes?"
>they really was strange, especially the lower garment.
>You weren't an expert on Equestrian society, but you were pretty sure panties were erotic somehow.
>At least, that's what you've gathered from seeing the cover mares on the adult magazine racks.
>Heck, you saw some of those just at the convenience store earlier.
>Floor must have missed them though, since she tilts her head, spoon hanging from her mouth.
"You know, the sweater, and, uh, underwear."
>At the clarification, she blushes and breaks eye contact.
>"It's... I just... I like them."
>The answer was lacking certainty, but you could tell she was uncomfortable, so you accept it for now.
"Huh, well if it makes you happy, wear whatever you want.
"It's just that, you know, I don't exactly see a lot of ponies with clothes on, mostly they're naked or just have some little accessories like ties or hats.
"But you look good."
Floor jolts at this, staring wide-eyed.
"Yeah, it's... unique," you continue, giving a chuckle.
"The two of us together, we're like the clothed duo. Maybe we should become models, yeah?
"It'd probably bring in more bits, at least."
>You're joke isn't a hit, it seems, seeing as Floor's expression falls slightly while she stares into her empty bowl.
>"Th-thanks for the food, Anon, it was really good," she says, standing up.
"Thanks, you want more? I made enough for each of us to have two bowls."
>She opens her mouth, but doesn't speak right away.
>"... No, I'm... I'm full."
>You watched, puzzled, as the little mare drops her bowl into the sink before ambling towards her bedroom.
>Stopping, she peeks over her shoulder.
>"I'm.. just gonna sleep a little."
>With that, she steps inside and gently closes the door, leaving you confused on what you said.
>It wasn't comedy gold, but you thought it would at least get a giggle from her.
>With a sigh, you move to the sink and place your own bowl in besides Floor's, turning the water on.

>Be Floor Bored, staring at a blanket on the wall.
>You aren't afraid of the red fabric, no.
>You are afraid of what's behind it.
>With a long sigh, you begin to strip down, dropping the hoodie before hesitantly reaching for your panties.
>Sliding them off after a moment, you look at the blanket once again and reach a hoof forward.
>With a gulp, you whip it down, eyes slammed shut at the first reflective glint revealed.
>You force yourself to look.
>The mirror's reflection looks back.
>Dull eyes, so dark that the color is indistinguishable in the low light of your room.
>Both carrying heavy bags even after the extra sleep you got at the hospital.
>Your plain cream coat is cleaner than you remember.
>Again thanks to the hospital.
>Unblemished by the sweat stains and grime usually there.
>Unblemished even by a cutie mark.
>The panties didn't cover your flanks entirely, but with them on, you could at least pretend you perhaps had cutie marks riding high on the unappealing bottom, just beneath the fabric.
>Hip bones just starting to show, same as your ribs.
>Maybe that's what he was talking about?
>Models are supposed to be thin, after all.
>You'd rather believe that than him making fun of you.
>You're sure he wasn't, he's been so nice after all, but you couldn't fathom any other reason for him to compliment your looks.
>Head falling forward, you are reminded of yet another of your many flaws.
>Your greasy mane blocking your sight.
>At least you aren't looking at your reflection.
>Without a sound, you go about slipping your clothes back on, ears perking backwards.
>A few clinks and running water can be heard.
>Anon must be doing the dishes.
>Something you should've done.
>It's the least you could do after he made you such good mac'n'cheese.
>And it was good.
>Really good.
>You hadn't eaten so much in one sitting in... forever.
>Usually, you just had a few hooffuls of chips and a couple cans of Smooze a day.
>Sitting in front of a computer didn't burn a lot of energy.

>>30648434
Waking that pony up to the truth is going to be a hard job for anon.

>>30648434
here come the mood swings

>>30648434
I.M. lovin it

>>30648434
Looking forward to more.

>>30648434
>>30648073
Keep going, this is genuinely very nice.

>>30648434
pls

>>30648434
>Feeling exhausted, you climb into bed and stare at the wall.
>Normally, this would be where you'd laid awake for an hour while waiting for sleep to come, but you instead take the time to reminisce on the strange day.
>Even the most embarrassing part of it brought a small smile to your lips.
>You thought Anon was going to comment on how stupid and clumsy you were right there.
>But he didn't.
>He helped you instead.
>Not even later, when a small voice whispered that he simply didn't want to make a public scene and was waiting for you two to be alone together, did he show anger.
>Then you cleaned together, drank coffee together, and ate together.
>And he never got mad at you.
>It's on these thoughts that you quickly drift asleep on.
>The sound of Anon's presence in the other room providing a rare comfort for your tired mind.
>...
>...
.. *Rrrrip!*
"Whos'a'whats'it!"
>Frantically flinging your gaze around the room in search of danger, another tearing sound saws through the door.
>rolling out of bed slowly, you belly crawl across the floor to spy through the crack along the bottom.
>A shadow passes by and your heart begins to thunder..
>Until you hear Anon grumbling.
>Oh, yeah, he's living here now.
>How long were you asleep?
>Time was never of much concern to you, so the clock display at the bottom of your computer monitor was usually enough.
>But that wasn't much of an option right now.
>Well, you've slept enough for the coffee to finally reach your bladder.
>Are there any bottles around?
>Wait!
>No!
>You're using the potty from now on, remember?
>Standing, you take a deep breath and open the door.
>Quickly noticing a difference.
>For one, there was no more trash anywhere in the room save for the pile of garbage bags in the corner.
>And half of your carpet was torn up.
>"Sorry if I woke you, Floor, but I don't usually hit the sack until after ten, so I figured I'd get some housework done tonight."
>Anon is is kneeling, box cutter in hand, and sans a shirt.

>>30649682
Bueno

>>30649682
>>Anon is is kneeling, box cutter in hand, and sans a shirt.
it begins

>>30649682
>sans?
>googled it

Oh fug.

>>30650193
yes, "sans" means without
for example, and probably the most common usage:
fonts that have "sans serif" mean without serifs, serifs being the bits that typically jut out at like the tops and bottoms of letters.

The font used in Yotsuba B is arial or helvetica, sans serif.

>>30650303
Really now, I thought it was talking about the skeleton. /s

>>30650316
Sans the skeleton is based on comic sans(hence why he makes jokes a lot, comic being another word for comedian), and Comic sans is named that because it's a sans-serif casual script typeface frequently used for comics.
so, yeah, technically..

>>30650303
>>30650342
Dammit 4chan, stop teaching me things!

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>>30650747
Did you know that any mac running osx (now macos) can be tricked into thinking it has never been used, causing the initial setup program to be run again allowing you to create a new administrator account by deleting a single file?
You dont even need to be logged in, you can do it from single user or recovery mode by running 3 terminal commands.

>>30650847
ok

>>30650847
>Trying to teach something about Macs
>Target was the boy that was sent between classrooms to teach the teachers how to use the school's one Machintosh because he knew more about it than the elemetary school educators
Pick better targets, anon.

>>30649682
>"Uh... you okay?"
>You realize you stopped blinking when your eyes begin to water, and snap your jaw shut, pointing to the right.
"Bathroom..."
>"Yes... it is over."
He raises a brow.
"Do you... need to use it?"
"Y-yes! Yes I do!"
Trying to get out of sight as fast as possible, you dash to the bathroom and slam the door, falling against it and breathing heavily.
>What.
>Was that.
>You see naked ponies all the time.
>It hasn't been a big deal since you found your GramGram's old PlayMare collection in the back of her closet.
>That was when you were thirteen!
>And you've seen way more since then.
>You do have the internet.
>So why was Anon's bare chest so... tantalizing?
>And were those nipples?
>Why does the colt have nipples?
>Why did you like that the colt had nipples?
>Your search history is proof of how straight you are.
>Feeling moisture beneath your bottom, you're afraid you just peed yourself until you wink against the floor.
"Ah! Cold!"
>You jump and turn around, blushing at the sight of your arousal.
>Wow, you haven't managed to get yourself in this kind of state with imagination alone since you were a filly at the peak of puberty.
>What was Anon doing to you?
>With a shaky breath, you grab some tissue paper and clean up the mess.
>Luckily it wasn't that much.
>Tossing the wad in the toilet, you set about doing what you came here for.
>Standing so that the trough-like toilet was directly beneath you, you close your eyes and relax, the sound of trickling water soon filling the room
>Huh, you don't know why didn't do this more often.
>It's a lot easier than trying to aim into a bottle, and the walk from your bedroom to the bathroom was far from a long one.
>Guess you've always been an idiot.
>But at least Anon was here now.
>He gave you a reason to better yourself.
>You wanted to be better for him...
>Another splash of liquid into the toilet, and it wasn't urine.
>You blush fiercely.
>Batteries or not, Mister Quiver was earning his keep tonight.

>>30651407
Thanks for the story, I really like it.

I look forward to more of it.

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Floor probably has some really interesting fetishes.

>>30651407
Oh shit, this is getting good, and it was already pretty fucking good to start with.

>>30650847
T-teach me more senpai.

>>30651407
>>Feeling moisture beneath your bottom, you're afraid you just peed yourself until you wink against the floor.
>"Ah! Cold!"
HAH

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>>30651407
So is this going to end in Floor being the perfect housewife?

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>>30653507
http://www.theinstructional.com/guides/how-to-re-run-the-os-x-setup-assistant
It doesnt cover the recovery partition, but then again SUM is faster.
This file usually contains all the data that the user enters in when making their first account, including their full name and email. That might have changed though given that the one on my hackintosh is completely empty.
Im out of decent pictures so have an old battlestation pic

>>30653647
Thanks. Dunno when I'll need this, but is cool.

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>>30653874
Buy a G4 that can boot OS9 and download the fuckton of old games that there are.
Its a true NEET hobby, Small initial investment, no secondary costs, and if you are lucky, low maintenance costs.

>ywn change NEET Pone's diapers that she wears due to laziness

>>30654180
And just like that, you're here.

You know, NEETpone thread, I hear that Squirrel doesn't like pony pee!

>>30654180
>ywn take NEET Pone to a hospital because their ponut is rotting off and their vagina is full of feces, causing an incredibly serious life threatening infection

>>30654195
You say that, while I'm currently working on a watersports picture of anonfilly

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i want to cuddle and listen to radiohead with her

>>30654502
>radiohead
TRESH
I'd rather listen to vapor/synthwave type music with her. Something chill. She seems like she'd be into music like that.

>>30654536
kid a and the bends are pretty slow albums
besides, you want calming, boards of canada is clearly the way to go
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fMZ4gHGAIkA

>>30654572
>more shit music with lyrics
Stop.

>>30654609
see, just by that comment, i can tell you didnt even click it

>>30654615
I'm in the middle of watching a stream, m8. I have little time for it.

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>>30654263

>>30654263
I want. Link it when it's done.

>>30654651
>>30654630
Reminder that this is the NEET thread.

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>>30654609
>boards of canada
>lyrics

>>30654180
A true NEET-pone would never wear diapers.
Real mares pee in bottles.

Urinating in a bottle without making a mess is a true skill that takes mares years to master, and there are messageboards dedicated to sharing and discussing the techniques involved.

>>30654670
>>30654627

>>30654674
Anon convincing Floor to signup for the bottle pissing event at the next Equestria Games green when?

>>30654572
>>30654615
>>30654670
Now that I've actually taken some time to listen to it, I love it. Really gives me that OFF vibe, y'know?

>>30654667
Pee is just as quintessentially NEETpone as OOC Twi is to Anonfilly.

>>30654674
We all know that's what her roommate is for. It's practically canon.

>>30654711
>We all know that's what her roommate is for. It's practically canon.
Of course, when Anon is around she can make an exception.
When he isn't, she'll be holed up in her room with a solid supply of empty soda bottles and energy drink cans.

>>30654502
I'm going to need a better picture or scan of that drawing please.

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>>30654753
Ran it through waifu2x for you.
>chink programmer abusing the API for ad money now means that the main waifu2x webpage now has a captcha.
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

>>30654771
Shit. You said better and i read bigger. Whoops.

>>30654753
if i could, i would. the neet life has left me without any better options
>>30654704
yep, the whole wonder of BoC. the normies wil never understand

>>30655427
Do you know what OFF is? Or are you just assuming?

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Anyone got any Floor related requests? Still having trouble thinking up stuff to draw her doing so I might as well try doing a request or two. I might consider NSFW ones but I wouldn't expect anything amazing

>>30656329
Floor hiding from people in public by sticking her head underneath Anon's shirt.

>>30656329
Read green and do something based off a moment in it? like the moment of anon hugging her to make her feel better, or them eating macaroni & cheese together, stuff like that.

>>30656329
Floor in bed, sleeping on Anon's chest.
Then the alarm goes off and she wakes up on top of her Anon body pillow.

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>>30654753
spent like 2 hours trying to get this dinosaur of a tablet working, hope its worth it
>>30655818
and no, i have absolutely no idea, but ive only known one person irl who genuinely likes ambient music

“Floor, please don’t make me do this.”
>How in god’s name did you get roped into this—oh yeah, you lost a bet to the little she-demon over who could eat more cupcakes and drink more soda.
>It still boggled your mind that this tiny mare could put away almost ten liters of soda without bursting.
>It was almost surreal to be frank, but you were a man of your word.
>So here you were, seated on a couch beside the resident neet mare, and about to play one of her games.
>”Will you quit whining for once and just relax. It’s a video game Anon, they’re meant to help you unwind, and if you ask me, you need this.”
>Floor was busy hooking up her ponystation to the big screen in the living room, head down in the fumbling with the wires and wiggling her rump in the air.
>Floor was many things, but unattractive wasn’t one of them, at least by human standards.
>”Stupid wires… wait—where the buck is this one supposed to go?”
“Need a hand down there?”
>You asked but your eyes were still glued to her backside as it was now moving side to side, her plot jiggling with each sway.
>”Isfine, I got this…”
>You sure got something—
>”There all set, now are you ready for me to show you how to wreck some fillies?”
“I still don’t know about this Floor, I haven’t touched a video game since I was a kid.”
>Grin growing on her face, despite being partially obscured by her bangs, Floor trotted to the couch before hopping up with two controllers gripped in her maw by the wires.
>”Thish will be thwun, thrush mhe. Pwah” spitting out the cords she placed one controller in your lap and settled herself beside you with the other.
>”Now this is Call of Cutie, a game that separates the weak from the strong, the newbs from the pros.”
>Looking away from the manically obsessed girl, you focused on the screen.
>The Call of Cutie: Castle Warfare

>>30656940
>So this was just a shooter, but with ponies. Shouldn’t be too difficult.
>”Go ahead and make your class, you have front line attackers, support and defense line, and long range.”
>Scrolling through the options you chose the long-range mare, her standard armor shone brightly against the background, a standard bow hung over her shoulder.
>”You sure you want that class? They’re usually played on the bigger maps and hardly ever get used.”
>Nodding you continued looking through the various selections, most of which were locked due to insufficient experience.
>”All right, now, let’s do this.”
>Floor’s character was on a whole different level, high end armor and a crossbolt launcher with diamond tip bolts.
>She must have spent an ungodly amount of time on this game.
>”Remember Anon, the mares that play this aren’t as nice as I am, so don’t go running off the moment you hear some swear words.”
>Coming from the mare that nearly when you chewed out the next-door neighbor, that’s a hoot.
“I promise not to go running to my room from all the nasty mares.”
>”Good, now put on that headset and prepare for the CARNAGE!”
>Thrusting a hoof high into the air, floor hit the start button on her controller that put you both in matchmaking.
>It took barely a second for the two of you to be placed in a lobby, voiced instantly filled your headset of the various mares who were also going to play.
>”So I said get in the kitchen colt and make me a sandwich.”
>The lobby erupted in laughter at the horrible joke.
>”Settle down fillies, you all ready to get your flanks handed to you like a Sunday dinner?”
>Floor, the mare who didn’t even have the courage to brave the outside world, was actively engaging complete strangers.
>Well, looks like the world was finally coming to an end. It was a good run for what it’s worth.

>>30656946
>”Go buck yourself fillyfooler. The only flank that’s getting kicked is your dad’s, you should tell him I said high and to stop by tonight.”
>These comebacks were—painful, you knew five year olds who could do better.
>The countdown for the game had begun, the map—Canterlot Courtyard, objective: elimination.
>Moving the mare on screen you began looking at your surroundings.
“Floor where do I go?”
>”Between my legs colt, where you belong.”
>One of your teammate didn’t even waste time with the retort.”
>”Just follow me and don’t get killed.” Floor was already sprinting ahead, having abandoned any sense of defensive strategy.
>”Wait, there’s a colt in here? I call horseapples. No colts play these games, filly’s probably using a voice spell or something.”
>”Dick pic or get out.” Another mare chimed in.
>This wasn’t something like call of duty anymore, this was fucking call of duty, complete with immature mares acting like the typical kids and dude-bros back home.
“You wish, the only dick you’ll ever see is online.”
>A few “ooooohh!” came over the voice chat, even Floor snickered into her hoof, her eyes never straying from the screen.
>THERE!
>You saw some movement near the rubble.
>Holding down the button you notched an arrow and let loose.
>’Headshot’ appeared and you scored ten points, the bar going up for your first scorestreak.
>”Nice Anon, now keep it up.”
>This was weird however, you barely pulled back on the string in the game but the arrow flew as if it were fully drawn.
>You could use this to your advantage.
>”Yeah double kill!”

>>30656700
It's a french-made jrpg with a largely ambient soundtrack. Look it up for more details.

>>30656940
HOLY SHIT YOU'RE BACK

>>30656952
>While you were contemplating the realization about the game mechanics, Floor had already taken down two more of the players on the opposing team.
>Your whole team was still alive, but they were already down three players.
>Nope, never mind. One of your teammates just got killed near the garden entrance.
“I’m going towards the garden Floor.”
>”Got it.”
>”She’s hiding behind the bushes colt, right by the statue.”
>The voice of the mare came over the voice chat.
“Thanks, I’ll get her.”
>”Use your club, that bow is for long range attac—“
>You let an arrow fly right into the bush, a small skull appearing right over it, indicating that she was no longer going to camp for her kills.”
>”Forget what I just said, go get ‘em colt.”
>But before you could, a ‘Victory’ image flashed across the screen.
>”While you were busy running to get the camper, I took care of the other two.”
“Huh, well looks like we won pretty easily.”
>”Heck yeah we did!”
>Smiling slightly you looked at Floor, who bore a big smile as well.
“I guess since that one was so fast we could play another match.”
>Floor nodded so fast that her headset nearly flew off.
>The screen had returned to show the lobby again, although now, there was a complete silence.
>”So uh—are you really a colt?” A lone voice inquired.
“I am, is that a problem?”
>”No not at all, it’s just uh… do you have a marefriend?”
>Floor now completely lost it and rolled off the couch in laughter, holding her sides.
>Normally her ideas were terrible, but you did have to admit, this was becoming a fun way to pass the time.

>>30656954
Never left, just been really busy with some things.

>>30656961
I wanted to do a little short something between Anon and Floor, here's the bin for it: https://pastebin.com/qa1D1dNC

>>30656961
oh my fuck, this is amazing
the tables being turned for qt mares will never cease to amuse me

>>30656961
such innocent ponies playing such innocent games.

>>30656946
>>Coming from the mare that nearly when you chewed out the next-door neighbor
that nearly what

>>30657235
Meant to say "fainted". I'll fix it in the bin.

>>30656961
This is cute.

It very obviously has some reversed gender role elements to it and Anon taking advantage of game mechanics pones are either too innocent or too uncreative to take advantage of is great.

>>30656946
>the mare that nearly when you chewed out the next-door neighbor
I think you accidentally the verb.

>>30657324
Yeah, should've proof read a little more thoroughly. I already fixed it in the bin.

>>30657684
>not black mane
>not off white/sweatstain yellow coat
>Floor Bored
wat

>>30657963
>choosing the worst possible color scheme
>having no taste

>>30657985
Are you talking about yourself? Because that's an atrocious color scheme. Also, It's a blatant ripoff of the unicorn with the broken horn in the movie.

>Taking a few minutes to calm yourself and let your nethers cool, you step out of the bathrooom.
>Remember the plan, Floor, just maintain eye contact. Say a quick hello, then calmly return to your bedroom until Anon dresses himself.
>Easy.
>Turning, you meet Anon's gaze when he looks up from his work.
>That's it, just keep looking into his eyes.
>His, tiny, strangely cute eyes.
>... You never noticed what a striking shade of green they were.
>"Do I have something on my face? Oh crap, it's not carpet slime, is it?"
>You blink rapidly, Anon unintentionally breaking the spell when he broke eye contact with you to wipe at his face.
>"Ah-Ah, Bye!"
>Playing it cool, and with only a minor adjustment to the plan, you dash along the wall and skid into your room, door slamming behind you.
>Smooth.
"Oh, who am I fooling? I'm such an idiot."
>Burying your face into your hooves, you remain propped against the door for awhile before slowing slinking over to your bed and reaching under it.
>Pulling Mister Quiver out, you flip his switch a few times even knowing he wouldn't turn on, before crawling beneath your bed and getting to work.
>This is who you are.
>A gross mare masturbating with an uncharged vibrator amongst the rest of the garbage in the dark.
>It's who you'll always be.

>Be sweaty Anon, rolling the last column of moldering carpet up and placing it against the wall with the rest.
>You move to rub the sweat from your brow when you remember your hands and forearms are covered in slime.
>You wish you could have picked up rubber gloves for the job, but alas, you are a sole handy man in a country of hoovsies.
>You've heard minotaurs were a thing in this world.
>Maybe you can import some hand-compatible stuff from wherever they are.
>A thought for another time.
>Right now, Anon wants to get clean.
>Getting to your feet, your knees crack from their stiffness and you hiss slightly, before moving towards the bathroom.
>You hesitate by Floor's door, tempted to knock.

>>30630899
>phantom pain
WHY ARE WE HERE

>>30658202
Um... What? Did I upset you?
>>30657684
Did you make this? If so, great job! All OC is good OC. Especially for Floor! Really, I think her "canon" color scheme is more a result of being easier to produce in black and white art. Yours is an interesting take.
>>30657244
I'm glad there's another writefag around here. I was getting lonely
Good story so far. I hope you're enjoying mine as well.

>>30658223
>great job
>interesting take
M8, I love ya, but you can't be doing that, c'mon. No complimenting the retards.

>>30658180
My body is prepared for more of this green. Proceed.

>>30658072
Not the artist, but I'll pass it along

>>30658223
I'm guessing the Phantom Pain post was a reference from the Metal Gear title with the same name.

bamp

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>>30658180
>>You hesitate by Floor's door, tempted to knock.
NAH SENPAI JUST WALK RIGHT IN

>>30657684
Antique Styx reference in NEETpone thread? Shit, now I've seen everything.

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i dont know what im doing

its good to see the pisss has subsided

>>30658223
Hi SadAnon, I followed you here from some where else. I just wanted to take a moment and complement your story. I'm liking it and I'm looking forward to reading more. Should this thread die I encourage you to continue it in AiE. I understand it's not ideal for some Anons but I think it'll do just fine there. Just be sure to namefag when you post so your followers can filter for your green. Thanks for sharing.

>>30660380
Hey pal, why don't you take your little opinion and shove it

>>30660529
go away

>>30660293
I'll try to put together a little green about drinking piss for you later today.

>>30660293
>>30660544
i miss the piss

>>30660544
>>30660553
Not my thing but you Anons enjoy.

>>30660553
I wrote a couple of piss greens and will write more. Was debating on holding off until thread #6 just to give a break for those who don't like it. But I'll get back to it if there's a demand.
>>30660544
Godspeed

>>30660583
It's not my thing, but having content is (usually) better than having no content. Plus it stops whiny little faggots who want everything in AiE so they don't have to get out of their comfort zone once in a while

>>30659486
NO. STOP. THAT'S NOT HOW YOU PIZZA.
Nice backside and everything though, but STOP.

>>30660544
I'd much rather she piss on my dick than in my mouth.

>>30660583
>I wrote a couple of piss greens and will write more.
Looking forward to it.
Which ones did you write before?

>>30660631
To be honest it's not really my thing all that much, either, though I had a lot of fun with one girl who was into it. But I love the idea that Floor's kink would be something a little gross that makes a mess and gets Anon dirty. It's just too perfect.

>>30660678
They're not pastbinned, but the most recent was the one where she asked Anon to go down on her, then squirted piss all over his face as she came? Then rewarded him with a throatfucking blowjob? That was me.

>>30660717
Ah, yes I remember that one.

>Floor Bored will never get mad at you and spike your cola with one of her vintage piss-bottles

>>30648633
>cruncy spicy kentaky fry chiken

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>>30661244
mmmmm mmm you know it baby!

>>30661244
>>30661381
https://youtu.be/hKqK-ONfxXI

>>30661404
>When the Indians steal your attempted I M Meen reference to talk about kfc
Cultural appropriation at its FINEST

>>30660631
what's aie?

>>30661550
Anon in Equestria

So, can we talk about how Floor would literally be the best pony gf?
>LAN parties all the time
>natural pone attachment times ten
>lots and lots of cuddling
>tons of lewd times
>low maintenance, ok with staying inside all the time
>earth pone with natural child bearing hips
The only thing might be showering, if you're not into smelling pone musk, but the easy solution would be offering to shower together.

>>30661988
Yea, I'd just bathe together with her all the time. Gotta get her to clean up her room and shit though, which could be a challenge. You are kind of just assuming that her body wouldn't be gross though. If she wasn't totally revolting though, then I'd say yea, pretty good.

>>30662025
very few pones in the show are revolting, i.e. twist, so id imagine that the lack of a cutie mark would be the only thing bad going for her
other than that, there's nothing wrong with a little more cushion for the pushing
im sure time with someone else would help change her habits though, they cant be set in stone forever.

>>30661988
>>30662025
>>30662091
Can't say it any better than these Anons. The not bathing would be the only turn off for me. That's easily solved by bathing together.

i want to read a story about floor getting rich on bitbits and enjoying the high life with anon

>Anon rents apartment
>A few days after he moves in he starts noticing food missing and strange sounds from what seems like nowhere
>Ends up inspecting a crawlspace he found in the back of his closet
>Inside is a surprised Floor who had been evicted weeks ago
>She had nowhere to go so she ended up hiding in the crawlspace and basically making it her own little bedroom
>Anon decides not to call the ponice or kick her out out of pity
>She keeps living in his closet because that is where she is comfortable now
>not to mention its the best place to get creepshots of Anon while he is changing

New one:

>Be Floor Bored
>all day you've been only able to think about one thing
>SHAKE SHACK!
>Danny Neighyer's Manehattan based fasto food concept finally made it to Ponyville
>And last night Anon walked halfway across town to get it for you
>It lived up to all the hype on ponynet, and then some
>it might have been the best thing you've eaten in years
>and today you want it again
>but you're out of bits until the check comes next week
>so you can't offer Anon an "I buy you fly" deal
>Anon - your heart melts a little when you think of him
>four weeks ago you were two KHV roommates awkwardly trying to avoid contact with each other
>three weeks ago he became your first coltfriend, ending years of lonely (and incresangly perverted) masturbation
>two weeks ago he told you he loved you
>and he's been all you've been able to think about since
>until last night when he brought you Shake Shack
>now THAT'S all you can think about
>and how to persuade Anon to go out and get you more of it
>last week you'd tried something you'd seen mares do on ponynet with Anon, and he really seemed to enjoy it
>it was definitely more of a for him thing than a for you thing
>maybe that's the ticket - the meal ticket
>you're so fucking perverted
>then again, he seems totally into it...

>>30663362
... Proceed.

>>30663362
>Be Anon
>Floor has been strangely affectionate today
>She's come out of her room twice to just nuzzle up against your legs and crotch before dating back to safety
>that isn't like her
>it's usually all awkward shit until wham bam
>which you're actually kind of fine with, so this affection is kind of throwing you off a bit
>a few minutes later she trots out of her room - you don't think you've ever seen her trot - right up to you
"Anon?'
"Yes, Floor."
"It was so sweet of you to get us Shake Shack last night. I just wanted to say thanks again!"
"My pleasure. It was actually worth the walk to try it."
>this was true
>most Equestrian food was pretty meh, but that was actually kinda good
>you'd go back sometime, even it it seemed a little overpriced for what it was
>looking down you realize there's a pair of pony eyes attempting to give you an imploring look through a greasy, tangled mane
"D-do you think we could have it again tonight?," she asks
>You know there's still half a pizza from two nights ago in the fridge that you really ought to eat tonight
"Well...," you say, stalling.
>You really don't feel like walking halfway across town and back, either
>the little pony in front of you rubs against your legs, almost catlike
"I could make it worth your while."