Welcome to this thread. You are now here. Here, we make stories. Liek dis:>Twilight casted a spells. >But she did it wrong and it went broken. >It made girls equal boys. >"SPIKE I HAVE PENIS NOW!" >And then they all fucked. Except maybe entertaining. There was some pretty great success with this in another thread, but it specifically called out the topic of the stories. This is more open. Come and make something magical happen. You probably won't regret it.
Anonymous
>another magic student comes to ponyville >unicorn with baby dragon, like spike >this baby dragon sees rarity >makes advances to rarity >spike almost loses his shit, but keeps it together in front of rarity >baby dragon spanks rarity in front of spike nigga, you know shit gonna go down.
Anonymous
>>377952 >Spike goes apeshit on baby dragon >Rarity blames Spike for his rage >Spike gets depressed Are we supposed to continue others stories, or am I doing this somewhat correctly?
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>pinkie pie eats sweets all day >she is very jumpy about it >feels bad, piss tastes like frosted candy-canes >goes doctor >Pinkie, you are Diabetuus >don you mean i have it? >no, you are living diabetuus >pinkie sad
dashisbestpone !bipVGa2y86
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>>377989 You've got the right of it. Post a story, continue in parts if necessary. Link to old post or use a trip.
I'mma start one.
>Be Spike. >okay >You're Spike. Got it? Let's go. (Long incoming) >Your head hurts pretty bad. Everything is black and you can only hear faint rustling (your jimmies? you're not sure yet...) >Oh, everything is black because your eyes are shut. That makes sense. You open them. >Now everything is blurry. Great. >Oh, okay, you must've hit your head or something. The weird sound is coming from the purple splotch in front of you. You're pretty sure it's Twilight moving around, and now you think she's talking to you. Your jimmies remain unrustled. >You try to move your mouth and make words happen, but that doesn't go over very well. Your mouth feels really REALLY weird. >Good thing your vision is clearing up and your hearing is losing the muffled distortion. That probably means there was no permanent damage. >Yup, that's definitely Twilight. >"ike? Spike? Are you okay?" >You move your arm... hey, your arm works! That's great! You move your arm up and scratch your head. Man, everything feels so weird right now. >"I... think so?" >"Oh thank Celestia you're okay! I was really worried there." >You try to stand up. That was a mistake. You hit the floor. >"What happened?" >"...Okay, I'm about to tell you something, and you need to stay calm." >"I'm calm." >"Can you STAY calm?" >"No promises." dashisbestpone !bipVGa2y86
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Come on folks, just because it's an ungodly hour doesn't mean you shouldn't be awake anyway posting pony!>"I was trying out a new spell, and... well there's just no excuse for how badly I messed it up. It was supposed to make breakfast!" >"That sounds like a great idea! I'm really hungry!" >"I just wanted to let you sleep in sometimes, so I was going to develop a spell that would make breakfast so you could sleep and I wouldn't set any food on fire while pretending I could cook! THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!" >"WHAT wasn't supposed to happen, Twilight?" >"Okay, calm remember? CALM." >"YEAH, I'M CALM!" >"Well you don't SOUND very calm!" >"Out with it! What did your spell do? Do I have a mustache on my butt?" >Twilight levitates a mirror in front of a griffon. >"Who's that?" >Awkward silence. >"...oh." >"Yeah." >"So... you tried to cast a spell that would make breakfast..." >"Uh-huh." >"But you messed up..." >"Yes." >"And now I'm a griffon?" >"...I'm sorry." >"COOL!" >"What? Spike, this is serious! I don't know how long the spell will last, or what other effects it might have had on you!" >"Yeah, and? Twilight, you cast a dozen spells on me every week that do all sorts of wacky things. I'll be fine. Besides, this'll be cool. I've never been a griffon before!"
Anonymous
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>Applejack wakes up >suddenly decides she is homosexual >starts dating Rainbow Dash
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It's 5:30 in the morning. Why am I awake? Now in the right damn thread!>You get up and stretch out your freaky new limbs. >You look around. You're in the basement/laboratory. >Several breakfast ingredients litter the area. There's also some crusty old spaghetti stuck in one corner from Twilight's crazy experiment to end world hunger. Something about spontaneous bio-organic pasta generation. You don't remember or care. >A voice calls down from the main floor. >"Hey Twilight, you here? There's a party at Pinkie's in like ten minutes!" >Twilight shouts back up the stairs. >"I'm down here, Rainbow! I'll be there, just give me a second." >"Alright, I'll see you there I guess." >You hear the door shut. >You roll your eyes. >"When ISN'T there a party at Pinkie's?" >Twilight laughs. >"Okay, so... I guess I'll be going?" >"What, you're not gonna work on changing me back?" >"You'll change back on your own eventually. And what happened to this being 'cool'?" >"Let's just go to that party. I wonder what Pinkie is celebrating today..." >"Hold on, Spike. I'm not sure you should go out like this." >"Am I just supposed to stay here until I turn back? It could be days! Is this an elaborate experiment to make me die of boredom?" >"What are we supposed to tell the girls?" >"Okay, Twilight... one - why does it matter? And two - I'm a griffon who happens to be visiting. That's not THAT unlikely. Rainbow Dash brought one over before, remember? What was her name... Grumpy?" >"She WAS pretty grumpy, but her name was Gilda. I... I suppose there's no real harm in you coming with me. What are we going to call you?" >"I dunno. Radical von Awesome?" >"I don't... think that'll work."
Anonymous
>Luna feels guilt for how she acted while NM >Celestia feels guilt for banishing Luna/NM >Angst >More angst >They cry and blubber about how sorry they are >Celestia does one of her "101 ways to cheer up a young child" routines and for some reason it works on a millennia-year old deity >All is dandy, fans fap to their D'AWWWW ADOWABWE WOONA
dashisbestpone !bipVGa2y86
Sleep deprivation, la-la-la. Writing shitty stories, shoo-be-doo-wah.>"If we're gonna be boring about it, I guess I could be Steve or Joe or Greg or something." >"It's not boring! It's... normal. Greg should be fine. Now come on 'Greg', we have a party to get to." >You and Twilight walk on over to the party. >"Hey, Pinkie. What are we celebrating today?" >"Oh you never would've guessed, even if you did want to try guessing which you didn't because I guess you don't like guessing..." >Something something something the word guess six more times. >"...but it's just great! Hey wait a minute... who's your friend?" >"Oh him? This is... Greg. Greg the griffon." >You wave awkwardly. Partially because it's a slightly awkward situation and partially because you're not used to waving with your new hand-claw-talon-things yet. >"Huh... well then, I guess you two can share the party." >"What?" >"You and Gilda, silly. OH! I forgot to tell you that part, didn't I? Rainbow Dash and Gilda made up! Now they're super great friends again and Gilda's being nice to all of us and the two of them definitely aren't an interspecies lesbian couple!" >This is a good opportunity for you to practice furrowing your new brow. "A what?" >Ridiculous coincidence or lazy writing, you decide: Gilda is back in town right at the same time that you become a griffon HOW-A-FUCKING-'BOUT-THAT. >Gilda steps around a corner, one claw over Dash's shoulder. Their discussion screeches to a halt as she spots you. >She stares at you fiercely and you're unable to look away. She's scanning you. Judging you. >Still, you find yourself thinking Gilda is quite... striking? No... intimidating? No... >You feel an odd sensation between your rear legs. >Shit. You think she's HOT.
Anonymous
>Celestia plants a very special apple tree in Sweet Apple Acres. >Tells everyone not to eat it's fruit. >One after another, they do. >Suddenly, they realise that they're naked. >Mass panic. >Rarity becomes the richest pony in Equestria. >Celestia laughs her flank off.
dashisbestpone !bipVGa2y86
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I'mma go pass out for a while. Been awake too long. If this thread still exists when I come back, I'll continue. If it doesn't, I won't.
Anonymous
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>>378505 No Molestia. Disappointed.
Ponygon !Gi8l6ezzXk
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>>378333 nice trips
>Luna thinks its a good idea to not raise the moon >Celestia thinks its a good idea to not raise the sun >Shit storm all up is Ponyville >Twilight tries to get involved Anonymous
Anonymous
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>>378505 hahahaha
good one!
Anonymous
Raxerm
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>>378443 DON'T GO TO BED, MOAR.
(doesn't need to get clopfic, but the romantic stuff is gewd (y) )
Anonymous
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bump goddamnit
Anonymous
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>>378443 >Shit. You think she's HOT. OHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
LulzHunter !xi8/JKFwzo
>>377923 Okay. Uh, Cupcakes is supposed to be the worst fanfic, right? So, are you the guy who wrote Cupcakes? Maybe SAM?
LulzHunter !xi8/JKFwzo
>>377923 You say you're the worst fanfic writer. Cupcakes is supposed to be the worst fanfic, right? Are you the guy who wrote it?
dashisbestpone !bipVGa2y86
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>>384376 What? OH! You're trying to figure it out from the clues. I dunno what else I can tell you that won't immediately give it away. Bees?
Regardless, I live. I'm gonna get back to work on this Spike and Gilda nonsense now.
Anonymous
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>>384376 >>384484 Cupcakes was written by Sargeant Sprinkles, from the /co/ days. He wrote it to troll the Pinkie/Dash shippers. People, however, took it too far.
And Party of One did not help.
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MY LITTLE PONY: FULL LIFE CONSEQUENCES GREENIE PIE WHO WAS PINKIE PIES BROTHER WAS ONE DAY TYPING ON A COMPUTER. HE GOT AN EMAIL ROM HIS SISTER THAT SAID. "PARASPRITES AND DISCORD ARE ATTACKING HER PLACE" AND SO HE WENT.
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>>Twilit Spackle is coming to your house >>You bought sleep medicine not too long ago >>Put it in water >>She arrives >>Give her drink >>She takes it >>Success
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>Twilight learns a spell >it goes wrong >she turns into a spider >Rainbow Dash kells her >angst >starts dating Fluttershy >Big Mac gets jealous >Sweet Apple Massacre 2, Crimes of Passion >human comes to Ponyville >he doesn't believe in friendship or brony love >he bonds with Big Mac as they kill the remaining members of the Mane 6 together >involve Trixie and Derpy somehow
dashisbestpone !bipVGa2y86
>You're not sure how it happened. One second she was over there staring at you, the next you had no idea where she was, but now... >Gilda's face is about an inch from yours. No metaphors, no exaggerating, no bullshit, you can FEEL her stare. >She's incredibly stiff and speaking very slowly. For the most part, her words come out in a dull and quiet tone, but she's alternating with an ear-piercing shriek. >"What the FUCK do you think you're doing? I'm pretty sure I was ABOUT AS CLEAR AS POSSIBLE when I told you I didn't want to see you again. You have ONE FUCKING SECOND to leave. ONE." >The ponies in the room seem just as confused as you, if significantly less scared. >Rainbow Dash gets a look of understanding on her face and shoots a scowl at you. >You panic and turn for the door. Being scared shitless AND in an unusual body, you're not too good at fleeing in terror. >You make it about ten feet before Gilda counts to one. >She springs into the air and lunges for you, vicious claws at the ready. >FUCK. There is absolutely no way you could win a fight with this body. >Searing pain. She's digging into the joints where your wings meet your back, but you can't understand that level of detail right now - if you could even have identified that part of your body. All you know is that pain is your new world. >"DON'T EVEN HAVE THE GUTS TO LOOK ME IN THE FUCKING EYES WHILE I DESTROY YOU YOU BASTARD?" >You try to respond, but only manage a choked, wailing sob. >She stops, flips you over, and resumes with the beatings. Her stare never breaks. >"LOOK AT ME" >Your pinch your eyes shut. You were trying not to cry, but you weren't doing a very good job. FUCKING FIELD TOO LONG
dashisbestpone !bipVGa2y86
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>Gilda continues to tear into you. You might die if none of the ponies here stop her. >"FUCKING LOOK AT ME YOU COWARD! YOU NEED TO UNDERSTAND WHO YOU'RE MESSING WITH!" >All your senses are blurring together. You can't distinguish one object from another or tell for sure if you heard something or tasted it. >You can still certainly make out the pain, though. >If your senses were halfway functional, you'd see that now she's crying, too. >"Why?" >Her attacks are slowing down. >"Why are you just lying there?" >She stops her assault. She's trembling a bit. >"You... what's your name?" >You sniffle and choke and sniffle again. >"G-g-g... Greg." >Gilda lets out the most soul-crushing wail you've ever heard. It's clear that something is very, very, VERY wrong. >She's gone. You don't even see her leave. >Dash comes over to you and roughly shoves a hoof into your chest. >"If you're lying or acting or whatever... If you deserve the beating G was giving you, I'm going to help next time." >She's gone, too. >You're now a sobbing, trembling mess in the middle of the floor of the very-definitely-ruined party. And you don't even know why.
dashisbestpone !bipVGa2y86
>After Twilight comes to help you up (why did she wait until NOW?), questions start flying. >Eventually the air is cleared and the only thing left is WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THAT GILDA CHICK? Mercilously attacking innocent griffons is not cool at all. >"We're just going to have to ask Rainbow. She seemed to know what that was." >You leave what's left of the party and go looking for Dash. >Once her house is in sight, you can clearly hear Gilda bawling incoherently while Dash awkwardly tries to assure her everything's okay. >Twilight's face is set with grim determination. >"Gilda! What is your problem! You could have killed poor Greg, here!" >She shuts up. Dash comes down. >"Look, Gilda's had... a hard life, okay?" >Dash looks at you. >"She's even more beat up about this than you." >You put on your best 'are you fucking serious' face and point a claw at yourself. >"Okay, wrong word. Really though, she needs time. Come on, let's go for a walk." >The three of you walk away. Once you get a little ways away, you can hear Gilda crying again. >Eventually, Dash stops and looks at you. >You flinch under her stare. You're a bit jumpy right now. >"I... I believe you, Greg. Your eyes are too gentle. You don't look like a rapist."
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>>385402 >>385402 was that the end?
dashisbestpone !bipVGa2y86
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>>385600 What? Absolutely not! That'd be a pretty retarded little story.
You're now a griffon -> Gilda fucks you up because she was raped -> profit.
We got a looooong way to go.
LulzHunter !xi8/JKFwzo
>>385067 GROWING PAINS
DID YOU WRITE IT
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dashisbestpone !bipVGa2y86
>>385648 Nope. I'm not Peroth, I'm worse. I'm the WORST writer. That's really the best possible hint I can give you.
>"...wat?" >"And you didn't even TRY to fight back! You just fell over and cried. I mean-" >Dash stops and smiles. You can hear approaching steps, but they don't sound like hooves. >Great, it's Gilda. >She mumbles a whole lot about needing to apologize. >Dash keeps trying to get Twilight to leave. >You have no idea how, but now she does it. Dash and Twilight run back the way they came, leaving you alone with Gilda. Shit. >Neither of you make eye contact. It is the longest and most uncomfortable silence in history. >She tries and fails to start talking. Looks like its up to you. >"Um... hi." >"..." >"So, my name's Greg. What's yours?" >"...Gilda." >"Okay. That's... that's good. Now, uh... why did you do... what you just did back there?" >"I thought you were someone else. You have no idea how sorry I am." >"You're right. I don't. It might help if you explained a bit more why you almost killed me." >"I thought you were someone who deserved it." >Oh man, what's the proper etiquette on talking to a rape victim? Is it kosher to bring it up, or do you have to let them do it? You say nothing for now. >"And the worst part is that HE WON. He's getting the last laugh, not me, because instead of getting my revenge and feeling better I'm out mauling griffons who didn't do anything and hating myself for it." >Fan-fucking-tastic, she's crying again. You don't want to be the asshole here, but it's really hard to feel sorry for the girl when she handed you your ass with extreme prejudice not even an hour ago. LulzHunter !xi8/JKFwzo
>>386048 I would say you wrote "My Immortal", but you don't seem retarded enough.
Are you rather well-known?
CMSPA !VToUGtZtak
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>chilling with rainbow dash >she cooks me some cloud oatmeal >i tell her it tastes good >she asks if i want to taste something even better >puts her hoof on my shoulder >she cooks some even better oatmeal >you have a dirty mind
dashisbestpone !bipVGa2y86
>>386142 Just ask google who the worst pony writer is. I'm sure the result will come up.
Apologies for slows. I'm not just sitting here doing this, I've got other bullshit going on at the same time.
>Several times, you consider trying to put a comforting limb on a shoulder, but you realize you have no idea whether or not that's even a thing griffons do. >After about ten minutes, she calms down again and sighs. >"I guess he permanently fucked me up." >You stop yourself from agreeing with her, instead going for an easy question. >"Do I look like him?" >She waits. >"Kinda." >"KINDA? You didn't hesitate like I KINDA remind you of him." >"It's not just that..." >Is she... blushing now? What the fuck? >"It's the way you were standing. You were looking right at me, and you didn't even try to hide your boner. I guess I had... a flashback or something? It's pretty weird to just let everyone know like that." >You may not have mastered this body yet, but you're definitely blushing. >What exactly COULD you have done to hide it? You don't know how this damn thing works. >"So... uh... my therapist says she thinks a relationship would help me get over it. I don't know what I can do to make up for destroying you like that, but you are - or WERE, I guess - interested in me..." >She's blushing and pawing at the ground... what the ass is she...? >Oh god. >OH GOD. This bitch is CRAZY. >Your dick doesn't seem to care, and your brain is trying to make you feel sorry for her. >This is some pretty fucked up shit, coming from you AND her. >Not really sure what's happening, and for some reason unable to stop yourself or think rationally, you agree to a date tomorrow night. Anonymous
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>>386278 lol the thought of griffon spike just standing there staring at you with a fully visible boner
verification: butpoper straight
FiveStarFilly !GsviltDZxY
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This please me.....
dashisbestpone !bipVGa2y86
Folks, come on. The other story thread is still thriving on one single topic! Surely there are more bored writefags lying around? Come on in, start up a story!>The two of you were kicked out of the restaurant when you started arguing loudly. >It turns out you disagree on some key points. Like which of the ponies in town are the least lame. CLEARLY Rarity is the best and Gilda's just stupid. >Regardless, you're still together. You're walking around some little piece of nowhere on the edge of town and just letting the conversation go where it may. >Gilda's actually pretty cool. She may be a little crazy here and there, but you think you like- >GODDAMNIT. >NO. FUCK. NO. NONONONONO. Your heart belongs to Rarity. RARITY. Not this crazy bitch. >Besides, you're not into griffons. >Your dick disagrees. >Speaking of, it's been endlessly awkward each time you pop a boner and fail to conceal it. Every time, Gilda does a bad job of pretending she's not staring. What is WRONG with that girl? >There you go. That's a GREAT reason not to get involved. She's really messed up. One day your raging hardon triggers a flashback to her rape and she beats the shit out of you, the next she can't stop eyeing it like a starving creature eyeing fresh food. >Your dick still disagrees. >Oh shit, has she been talking this whole time? Nod and pretend you were listening! >"I'm... glad." >What is she glad about? What signal did you just send? This is probably bad! >"Alright, I should probably call it a night. See you tomorrow?" >"Uh... sure. 'Night, Gilda."
FiveStarFilly !GsviltDZxY
>>386878 link to the other thread?
LulzHunter !xi8/JKFwzo
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>>377923 Awww. I can't seem to be able to find out who you are :(
Are you a well-known writer?
dashisbestpone !bipVGa2y86
>>387031 Rainbro Dash.
>>335017 >You return to the library. Sounds and lights from the basement make it clear Twilight is down there working on something. >You're tired anyway, so you ignore it and climb upstairs. You try to fit into your basket again. >Right. Too big. You wander over to the guest room and flop down on the bed, falling asleep within seconds. >You have a dream that you're back to your normal dragon-self and still dating Gilda. It's pretty great. >She's fun to be around, she's pretty, and best of all you're able to hide your boner now! >A weird noise at the window wakes you up. >Like a zombie, you shuffle to the window. >You can't see anything. >You go back to bed. >You have a dream about being a pony and dating Rarity. It's... okay. >You're really disappointed that it's not as amazing as you'd always imagined. >And why do you have to be a pony? Can't you just be a dragon like normal? Species shouldn't matter in the face of true love, or so you tell yourself any time you get funny looks. >You do love Rarity, right? >You barely even know Gilda! Anonymous
>>387165 >And why do you have to be a pony? >why do you have to be a pony? >be a pony? >pony Anonymous
>>387251 he's a pony in the dream sequence
time for needing learn how read good
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From another thread:>Fluttershy shows up at the door >She has a bag of Taco Bell >I look in the bag >I see a taco supreme >I see a beefy crunch burrito >I see a Mexican pizza >She brought mild sauce but no hot sauce >how the hell did she forget the hot sauce? >I can't eat this shit without hot sauce >I ask her to go back to taco bell and bring me some hot sauce >she explains that she doesn't want to drive across town again because her 1996 Corolla is already overdue for an oil change >she also reminds me I have hot sauce in the fridge >I explain the hot sauce in my fridge isn't taco bell hot sauce so putting it on taco bell would be against the terms of service >She says she wouldn't want me to get in trouble for that and agrees to go get my hot sauce >She eventually comes back with the hot sauce >I start eating the Mexican pizza >they were stingy as hell with the pizza sauce on top >a lot of people don't even realize the red sauce on top is pizza sauce >they're always fucking stingy with it >I call the 800 number in the receipt >I explain that I am in satisfied with my Mexican pizza >they say the restaurant will replace it for free >I send Fluttershy back to Taco Bell to gt my new Mexican pizza >I eat the taco supreme while waiting for her to get back. >she finally gets back with my new Mexican pizza (extra sauce!) >I take it and thank her >she asks if I have any fetishes >I laugh and say nope, and eat my Mexican pizza >She steps on my playstation controller >she apologizes and I explain she owes me $50 >She gives me a seductive look and asks if there's any other way she can pay me >no, I'd rather have the cash >she leaves to go to the bank but she decides to also get an oil change while she's out >1/2 He never wrote a second half...
FiveStarFilly !GsviltDZxY
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>>387416 Wow poor fluttershy that guys an ass
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>have human in equestria story from one of those bring five things before teleported there thread >mildly interested in continuing >don't have access to computer
dashisbestpone !bipVGa2y86
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>One week later... >You're still a griffon. >Twilight's constantly working on something. >You've barely seen Rarity. >You've seen a LOT of Gilda. >But it's been a ton of fun. You even got a sneak peek at flight with this body. It's gonna be a long time before you get your real wings. >Man, Gilda's just... great. >Aaaaaand you're fairly sure it's turning serious. >Shit. >Whether you want her or not, you need to come clean. >You're not really a griffon, and she needs to know that. >You take her to up to an empty cloud. >You have something important to tell her. >She has something important to tell you, too. >The two of you simultaneously say "You first." >You both chuckle a little. >You bow and say "Ladies first." >She blushes. >You have an erection. >She maintains eye contact for once. >"Greg... I... I know this is kinda sudden, but..." >Damn. You knew you should've gone first. You try to interrupt her, but she keeps going. >"I think... I think I love you." >"Gilda, I'm not sure we-" >"Please, Greg. Let me have this. I've finally... I've finally found happiness again. You like me, don't you?" >You point at your dick. >She blushes, then laughs it off. >"Not that, Greg. You LIKE me. Right?" >You nod. She embraces you. >"Then why shouldn't we be together?" >Because you're a huge idiot, you say nothing. >You don't come home that night.
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>You and rainbow have been training together for some time, mostly just as an excuse to get closer to rainbow >One day she asks if you will accompany her on a mountainside trial for the next race, why not alone time is just want you were hoping for to tell her something >you pack a your backpack with some water, first aid and food the normal things for a journey >"Pfft, that will only slow you down more anon, not like I was going to win anyways" >"Well the weight will make it more strenuous for me and better safe than sorry hehehe" coming off like a total wimp >"Yeah whatever come on let's go, I know this great overview along the trail I when there when I was little" >About 3 miles into the jog the backpack obviously slowing you down RD reluctantly stays not too far away from you >"Anon I am going to run up ahead to the look over, it is only a mile or so away meet me there k?" >"Sure fine I'll catch up to you" >She does what she does best, and dashs off >The trail is slowly becoming more rocky, and bumpy >"How can anyone run on this.." >Just then you notice quite a bit of rocks are moved... looks like a rockslide area, you slow down to a walk, and look down >yeash don't want to fall dow-" You see RD at the bottom of the ravine, it is at least 50ft drop down rocks scattered around her >You look around for any way down, nothing else but a slow slide down will do. >Gently you make your way down to her body >Shit shit shit shit please be alive,as you get closer you see her chest moving up and down she is breathing 1 of idk
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oh this isn't the baww thread... oh well>As you get closer to her you inspect her body, some cuts and bruses, you should have brought a better first aid kit >You grab out a water bottle and try to wake her up >"a-anon where am I what happened" she tries to get up but lets out a groan, grabbing her chest, >" you might have a broken rib here just rest" >"M-my leg, my leg hurts, it hurts really bad" >You're no doctor but it is probably broken or sprained "Here take these pills, they'll ease the pain" >looking for a way to get out isn't looking easy both sides of the ravine are too narrow for you to navigate, nor do you know where it goes, climbing back up is the only option. >Come on we have to climb back up, she lets out moans, and let’s you know she is in pain, it cuts right through your feelings >slowly but surely you make it up the slope, finally resting back on the trail >Looking at your phone you try to get a signal, “nothing damn” >Making sure rainbow is okay >”A-anon go on get help let me be here” >”Rainbow I don’t have time for your heroics right you we need to get you to a hospital” >”I am fine I” , she coughs up a spot of blood >you need a doctor come on let’s go >You pick her up and put an arm around her and try to walk her… you don’t get too far >Rainbow is unconscious >”Rainbow wake up, shit shit shit shit…” quickly you splash her with water to wake her up >She eyes open a bit and she looks at you “it’s okay go on ahead I’ll be fine” she closes her eyes again >Rainbow you have to stay awaken I need you to stay awake you can’t die… no yet I never told you… I never told you I…love you
Luna !zwKM9MP2/U
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>Sobbing violently you feel a slight touch of her hand on your back… “I-I know you do anon, I d-do to….” as she passes out again >looking at her helpless, your mind starts to race, you get an idea >Taking out your knife you cut your backpack open, it is a crude sling but it might help you carry dashes lean body. >you pick her up and start to walk back, you know you shouldn’t move her much she might and try to walk steadily >Each time you look down your mind races more, you pick up your pace to where you are almost running >She comes in and out asking where she is what is happening, each time you tell her you are playing a game and to win she needs to stay awake, each time she falls back asleep >finally you both reach the car, you set her down gentle and drive a fast as you can to the hospital >glancing over to her, helpless so many emotions going through your head, what ifs, and wost cases >finally arriving at the clinic you burst in carrying her shouting for a doctor, >the get a cart and ask you to follow on the way there you explain what happened, you over hear things like “internal bleeding” “severe concussion” “broken bones” >Leading to the OR a nurse says you must wait let the doctors to take it from her and you can wait in the waiting room you’ll be the first to know >You let the others know what has happened they come to comfort you, but it only does so much, minutes seem like days, hours pass >Finally a doctor calls your name good news and bad news >Eagerly you ask how she is good news first >”Well good news is you saved her life, another hour or two and she would be long gone we stopped the internal bleeding and released the pressure building in her head” >A-and the bad?
Luna !zwKM9MP2/U
>She has a few broken ribs and a broken leg, arm is fractured, and she is in a coma… It is impossible to say how long she will be in it…. >Can I see her? >yes room 208, right down the hall here… you follow him. In the light you now see how badly she is, bruises everywhere cuts and scrapes >You hold back your tears, some of the others don’t take it so easy. >”Do, do you think she will be alright?” FS peeps out >I hope so >hours pass most of the others go home, you stay >you spend all night telling her everything you wish you could tell her, holding her hand and running your hand through her hair. >You use all your sick days and vacation days at work, to be there for her >days pass still her asleep, no sign of waking up >Twilight comes to visit >H-hey anon how is Rainbow >”S-she is fine, just fine… I’m sure she’ll come back any day now… just like she always does…” >”L-look anon… we need you to come back to work. Sitting here won’t make her wake up any quicker” >BUT I CAN’T LEAVE HER, you break down >”anon… I know it is tough but what would rainbow, she wouldn’t want you all cooped up here let’s go” >”N-no she wouldn’t, alright just one second” >You brush her hair aside, “I promise I’ll come every day after work till you’re better” you kiss her on her forehead… “I love you” >You walk to the door and hear a quiet “y-you too anon…you too” >You turn to Twilight and back to rainbow… she is waking up >frantically you dash back to her side >I knew you would wake up >Well… yeah… you didn’t expect me to give up so easily did you.
dashisbestpone !bipVGa2y86
>You feel... weird. You're lying on something soft, but not a bed. You open your eyes. >Blue. >The sky. Clouds. What? >OH! >Shit! You look down. Gilda. You're lying on top of Gilda. She's still sleeping, but she looks happy. >Last night was probably a mistake. >You scratch your head. Man, everything feels weird. >You see something... purple. >FUCK. >You're a dragon again. Dragons fall through clouds. >You panic, for more than one reason, and clutch Gilda tightly. >She stirs and her eyes flutter open. >She's mumbling something that sounds like good morning. >You dig your claws in tighter. You really don't want to fall. >"Geez, Greg, I didn't know you wanted to be rough-" >You pop a boner in her chest plumage. You're pressed pretty tightly against her. >Her eyes snap all the way open. She's staring at you. >You laugh awkwardly. >"You get off me RIGHT NOW or I will end you." >You start stuttering. >"C-clouds. Fall. Can't." >She looks around and sighs wearily. >"Okay listen, you caught me in what was a pretty good mood. I'm gonna set you down on the ground gently, then I'm gonna go find Greg. Neither of us are going to speak of this moment again. I'm not even going to ask how you got here or why. We'll just pretend this never happened. Sound good?" >You frown and say nothing. >"I'll take that as a yes." >She flies you down and you let go. >"I guess I am gonna ask one question... you're a dragon, right?" >You nod. >"In case you didn't notice, I'm a griffon. It doesn't... it doesn't work that way."
>rope
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>>387841 and nice to see moar
>>388157 Anonymous
>You were too much of a chickenshit to say anything. She flew off to go find Greg. >Twilight is happy to see you back to normal. >You're not happy about anything. >You sulk around the library for most of the day. >Eventually, Dash comes by asking where Greg went. She says Gilda's looking for him. >Twilight gives you a weird look before telling Dash she has no idea where Greg went. >Dash flies off and you die a little inside. >"Okay Spike, I need to get back to my little project. We don't know where Greg went, okay?" >You nod. >Twilight goes back downstairs. >That night, out of a newly formed habit, you went to the guest bedroom to sleep instead of your basket. You couldn't flop down onto the bed. You had to climb up to it because you're so much smaller. >You can't sleep. >You hear a weird noise at the window. It's... familiar. >There's nothing there. Right? There was nothing there the last time. >You look up and see Gilda. >You open the window and climb out onto one of the tree's branches. >She scowls at you. >"What do YOU want?" >"I could ask you the same thing." >"I'm looking for Greg." >You sigh. This is going to be hard. >After some thought, you decide to be direct. >"You're lookin' at him." >"Har-de-fuckin'-har." >"I'm serious. Last night, I meant to tell you, but things got out of hand..." >"Listen you little shit, I don't know what game you're trying to play but this isn't funny." >"Twilight was experimenting with some crazy new magic, and it went wrong. I got turned into a griffon."
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>>388637 Erp, that's me. Lost trip.
Anonymous
I know you're out there, writefags! This thread is supposed to be more than just me shitting words everywhere.>"Magic can't just turn creatures into other creatures! It doesn't go catastrophically wrong without hurting someone!" >For a very brief moment, you consider a cheesy line about how she's right - it hurt her. In the heart. Because love, get it? >You decide against this. >"You haven't known Twilight Sparkle very long, have you?" >"You're a DRAGON!" >"And you're not good at listening. How do you think I got up on top of you this morning? I can't fly like this." >"But you're not a griffon!" >"The spell wore off! I turned back to normal." >"I don't know who's sick idea this prank is, but it's really not funny!" >She's about to cry. >"Gilda, it's me. Really. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I was just about to. We both said we had something important to tell eachother, remember? This was my thing." >She turns away from you without a word and flies off. >Her tears blur her vision and her flight is a little wobbly. >She almost hits a few buildings before she comes to rest on top of a cloud some distance away. >You jump down and try to follow on foot, but she's way too fast for you. >Ridiculous, incredible, unbelievable coincidence time for the purpose of convenient plot movement - guess who just happens to be flying by when Gilda lands? >Through blurry eyes, Gilda sees a griffon that looks kinda like Greg. She sighs with relief and flags him down, wiping some of the tears off her face. >He gets an almost hungry look on his face. He has an erection, and he's not hiding it.
>>388943 wtf keeps happening to my trip? Stupid browser not remembering for some reason...
FiveStarFilly !GsviltDZxY
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Ehh... I'll try>celestia invites mane 6 to the place for a special royal party >mane 6 arriaves and is greeted by Celestia who says she has princess shit to do >leaves them alone in palace Fucking trollestia!>Mane 6 had enough of this shit >Trash place >trollestia gets back after mane 6 leaves >apples everywhere >moon and thats how luna finally got some friends...... god i suck at writting
FiveStarFilly !GsviltDZxY
>>389025 are you just coming up with this on the spot? or is this someone else fan fic. cause its a pretty good story.
dashisbestpone !bipVGa2y86
>>389088 This is me herping a story right here and now. It would be faster if I didn't have so many other internets happening.
Like I said before, I'm a writefag. Writing pony stories is a thing I do. I'm having fun here enjoying the greentext/4chan style and tossing out a lot more fucks and shits and dicks. Most of my work is fairly G rated.
FiveStarFilly !GsviltDZxY
>>389148 well besides for the large use of the words 'erect' and 'boner' its not really that obscene. even a little sweet. never imagined a spike shipping gilda fanfic. im enjoying it a look so far, although I dont know if anyone else is in this thread......
Anonymous
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>>389230 RagingSemi's "Gilda Rapes Spike" is the classic in the Gilda/Spike oeuvre.
Anonymous
Luna is the worst writefag
Anonymous
>xover fan fic with Code Geass >5 chapters and 70,000 words into it >Nightmare Moon pops in and out long enough to turn every human into ponies >not one mention of the mane 6 >Only have ponified Code Geass character brutally murdering each other I didn't make this shit up. It's an actual fan fic.
FiveStarFilly !GsviltDZxY
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>>389578 Ive read good fan fics with no mention of the mane 6, although that sounds..........well whats anohter word for horrible?
LulzHunter !xi8/JKFwzo
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>You run back to the library, shouting Twilight's name. >She responds from the basement. >You head down the stairs and see her messing with some weird magic shit. >"I need the balloon." >"In a minute, Spike, I'm just about done here." >"Not in a minute! Right now! It's really important! >"Aaaaaand... done! Now go stand right there, Spike." She points at a symbol on the floor. >"Twilight I don't have time for this right now!" >"Spike, I'm trying to help you. Do you want to be Greg again for the next hour or not?" >Uhbwuh? >"I'm not blind, Spike. I know what's been going on. I didn't think you'd need it so soon, though. We're lucky I finished just in time." >FuckyeahTwilightSparkle. >You hop over to where she pointed, jittering anxiously. >One quick flash of light and it's over. You're a griffon again, and this time she can watch you change back if she has to. >You fly off as fast as your limited mastery over griffon physiology allows. >Once you get close to the last place you saw her, you hear an... shouting. >Over there! You spot something moving on that cloud right there and close in. >You land and see that there are... two somethings? >Gilda is fighting that griffon! >Man, she looks so badass. >Wait, why is there another griffon? >"Come on baby, you're the one who called me over! I thought maybe you came to your senses and realized you wanted more." >"FUCK YOU." >He smiles. >"That's exactly what I'm saying." >Gilda roars furiously. >Making use of the element of surprise, you go for a running tackle. >You pin him against the cloud for all of two seconds before she shoves you off effortlessly. >Gilda turns and sees you. >"Greg?" >"No. Spike. I told you."
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>>389669 What the everloving shit keeps happening to my goddamn trip? I SWEAR it was there that time.
Still me.
Anon Alighieri !!x8fSl/KrNrm
>History of Equestria Part 1 >Describe the tribal conditions of each pony kind before the rise of civilization >City-states, city states everywhere >Though use of simple machines, earth ponys are able to gain alot of economic and military power. They become the first "super power" of the city states >Unicorns at this time are still researching magic, they won't become the power mongers they are until star swirl the bearded not only empirically reforms the study of magic, but creates many spells that high in utility and function. >The peagesi are close to the Spartans, their ability to move in realitive 3-D allows them great tactical advantage >The first great war between the Earth Ponys and Pegasi was due to a need for supplies on the Pegasi's part, thus a war of aggression >Both tribes appeal to the unicorns for assistance. While the unicorns wished to maintain neutrality initially, the realization that the Pegasi was a great military power that could conquer them lead to a decision to side with the Pegasi, better to keep a powerful military nation close as to better defend themselves from invasion >With that, the Earth ponys are crushed. Their once mighty city in ruins, essentaly they become a slave class for the Pegasi. >Part 2: Fall of the Pegasi empire. Rise of the Unicorns and the rebellion of the Earth Ponys. Also Diamond Dog Mongols >Lots of Diamond Dog Mongols.
dashisbestpone !bipVGa2y86
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>The rapist rises and snorts angrily. >"Oh I SEE then. So this is the asshole that owns you now? So logically if I take him out, you're mine, right?" >You don't... wait... what? >Gilda snarls. >"You did enough damage to me, and who knows how many other girls. You're the one who's getting taken out." >She dives for him and pins him, much more effectively than you, to the cloud. All his limbs are held in place, and his tail swishes uselessly. >"Greg- I mean Spike... whatever. FUCK HIM UP." >You've never attacked anyone before. You're not sure if you can do it. >You try. >You sink your talons/claws/whatever the damn things are called into his belly and you rip and you tear and he screams. >It feels good. >He screams in pain. >It feels bad. No matter how horrible someone is, you can't condone this kind of violence. You reel back, remorseful already for the relatively minor injuries you've given him. >"...Let him go." >"Are you INSANE? This is HIM! THIS IS THE FUCKER WHO RUINED MY LIFE AND I NEED TO TAKE HIS!" >"Gilda, you're better than this. Killing him isn't going to undo what happened." FUCKING FIELD TOO LONG
dashisbestpone !bipVGa2y86
>A little less than an hour later, he's in the custody of the Ponyville police. Gilda still can't believe you convinced her to let him go. >The two of you are in a secluded grove near the edge of the forest. >You break free from the embrace you've been in for the last five minute eternity and you look into eachother's eyes. >It's hard to read her face. >"So you... you really aren't a griffon?" >"No, Gilda. I'm not. And I'm sorry." >With a soft glowing puff of magic and smoke, you revert to your dragon form. >"But... we had something special, didn't we?" >"What do you mean HAD?" >"I mean... we can't do this, can we?" >"Why not? I love you, Gilda. Don't you love me?" >"I do, Spike. But... what do we do now?" >"What do you mean? We carry on. We go to dinner, we see a movie, we show that we care." >"But... but we can't be TOGETHER anymore." >"Why, do you not want to?" >"You're... you're a dragon. I'm a griffon. It... it doesn't work that way." >"Why not?" >"Because... you don't... we can't... how would...?" >You point at your dick. You have an erection and you're not trying to hide it. END Now come on people, write some goddayum stories!
Anonymous
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>mfw I've been following this thread all day
FiveStarFilly !GsviltDZxY
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>>390404 Saved good story
you should consider a little editting and putting it on a fanfic site :)
Anonymous
Anonymous
>>389938 OH SHIT ANON ALIGHIERI IS HERE
WE'RE IN FOR A TREAT
Randum Writefag
Writefag who was working on a Lyra story here. I've got the first part all doneup nicelike, not greet text, just normal and such. Shall I plop it down, and get the next part out as well?
Anonymous
>>390404 Your work in this thread and the Rainbro threads is truly wonderful. Over the past couple days, you, Leucine, and AetherPony have written some of the best fanfiction I've ever read.
So you're theworstwriter, right? Anonymous
>>387664 Access regained.
Debating whether or not to repost mediocre writefagging.
dashisbestpone !bipVGa2y86
>>391235 Might as well. Thread's fairly empty as is. Mostly me yelling and listening to the echo.
>>391279 Not to put down those other guys, but really? There's some AMAZING shit out there. Here we write shit and slop (and sometimes clop). I really am the worst.
Anonymous
>>391339 Ah, what the hell. It didn't get too much hate in the original thread. Let's see, what where the rules of that thread?
>You are transported to directly in front of Princess Celestia and/or Luna >You can only bring five items >You are immune to magic >You age as the princesses do >Ponies are naturally fearful of you as a first impression >You are put under the supervision of the mane six I think that's it.
Anonymous
>>391365 >You asked for it: “… And so you see, Mrs. Mayor, if I had additional funding, I could continue excavation of the Old Palace ruins. It would be a major step towards preserving history from that period!”
Lyra Heartstrings smiled wide, hoping for the best. She’d managed to talk the Mayor into more far-fetched expeditions in the past, but this… She could tell before the Mayor spoke what exactly was coming.
“I’m sorry, Miss Heartstrings,” said the Mayor, with an almost genuine hurt expression and voice, “But we’ve neither the funds nor the go-ahead to do work in the Everfree. You’ll have to shelf this one.”
The Dejection was enough to sour any hopeful expression or sense of professionalism that Lyra had. With a somber nod, she paced backwards a few steps.
“I understand,” she intoned absently, “I’ll… I’ll see myself out.”
Turning to leave, the Aquamarine unicorn shook her head impulsively more out of a sense of failure than any real need to move her neck. The expedition had been shot down and destroyed before any real progress had been made. She had to figure something out, though. There was too much history in the old palace, and far too much of it was subject to the elements. One good storm or a fight between wild animals and precious history could be lost.
Unamazing Writefag
>>391580 You know today isn't gonna be a good day when you're woken up by dropping from head height onto a stone floor.
I mean, I can take hit pretty well, martial arts'll do that for ya, but that's still a /little/ much. I'm still not sure how I didn't crack a rib... Then again, I could just being a wuss about it. Probably just hurt more than it normally would've because it took me by suprise.
Anyways, I sat up with a groaned "Ow, damn." Rubbing the blurriness and stars out of my eyes, and the first things I see clearly are these two horses, like mixes between unicorns and pegasi. Except, the thing is, they were a little diffrent from horses as I knew 'em.
First thing that caught my eye were the manes. Instead of hair, they looked like... well I'm not sure /how/ to describe them. Corporeal? Etheral? I need to brush up on my vocabulary. The larger one's looked like an Aurora, with gently glowing hues of green, pink, and blue that seemed to shift as it flowed. The other's reminded me of a starry night, all a deep, dark blue with twinkling points of white scattered throughout.
I then noticed the odd coloration of the second one, who seemed to slightly draw back as I focused on it. Its coat was a deep blue, much like it's mane, infact, and the eyes teal. Glancing back at the other, I noticed magenta.
/Wait a minute/...
That's what lead me to the most interesting thing about these Equines.
The faces.
The fact that I could interpret their expressions. Even though they were horses, their mannerisms and expressions were human enough for me to understand easily, yet not enough to head into the Uncanny Valley. I saw an odd mixture of fear, shock and confusion, and was probably reacting the same way myself, to be honest.
We stayed there gawking at eachother for a good fifteen seconds until I broke the silence.
Anonymous
>>391680 “If the mayor won’t provide me with the funds,” she said to herself quietly as she left the office, walking out of the newly-refurbished town hall, “Then I will just have to do this myself.” With a half-confident smile, she tried to reassure herself, yes, she could do this.
“It’ll just be like the early days.” Was the only thing she could say to give herself some sense of confidence. This was bound to be the most difficult expedition yet, and all for the possibility of some unknown knowledge, stuff that was more than likely well recorded anyway.
Hurrying home, she scurried through the market, almost colliding with Pinkie Pie at one point. Mumbling an apology, she hardly focused on that, too deep in thought with the preparations needed for this trip. She was sure Bon-Bon would help get the stuff together, she was always ready to lend a hand. She’d need to travel light through, so no more than the basics, such as brushes, shovels, and a pick incase she needed to move aside any rocks of flagstones. Yes, it would be a heavy pack but she could manage. The hardest part would be paying for the expenses, but, if this went well, that would be no problem. The kinds of relics and knowledge that was bound to reside there, those things would make fine additions to the budding Ponyville Museum, perhaps even attracting the attention of the Canterlot Preservation Society!
Anonymous
>>391689 At that last thought, Lyra was beyond stopping. This could be her chance to enter the big-leagues, so to speak, and with it, she’d have all the grant money she could ever need to dive into the big projects.
She arrived home in short notice, giving a friendly “Hallo!” to her neighbor, who’s name always eluded her, before going inside to the scene of your average “Lives away from home” traveler. It was a barely used mess, disorganized in the extreme, and a few bags, already packed in preparation for any sort of trip, sat by the door. Trotting with some pep in her stride, the disappointment of the meeting with the Mayor long-gone from her thoughts, she set about gathering the items she’d need for a stay in the Everfree.
The Everfree, one of the most dangerous and out-right frightening places in Equstria, was home to many dangerous and self-reliant creatures, which often fended for themselves in a vicious cycle of life. It was hardly a peaceful place like Ponyville, but with the bait of undiscovered treasures and wealths of knowledge, she couldn’t resist.
A saddlebag was set on her kitchen table, and she began to sort through her closet for what she needed. Three brushes, mostly large, but a smaller one as well; Two shovels, one small handled, the other, longer; A pickaxe with a flat blade and a point; A tent and the necessary rope and stakes to set it up; Last but not least, she added a field guide that she had checked out from the Library regarding the Everfree and its inhabitants.
Anonymous
>>391698 Now, she just needed food, plenty of food, and she would have all that she needed. She headed to her bedroom, numerous relics of varying value lining the hallway on strong, well-mounted shelves catching nothing more than a passing glance and a fond memory, she collected a few personal trinkets, such as her hair comb and toothbrush. She had everything she could muster immediately, now she just needed to speak to-
“Yoo hoo, Lyra! You home?” called a familiar voice, elicting a smile from the packing pony.
“I’m in the kitchen,” Lyra spat with a full mouth as she put her last things away, “Just getting things settled for the expedition.”
Bon-bon pranced in, beaming, “Oh, Lyra! You got the grant from the mayor?”
“Well…” Lyra shuffled a little, “No. But I decided, it’s not that much different from my other expeditions I did before I began the big stuff! I don’t need a silly grant, or nothing.”
“Lyra, what in Celestia’s name are you thinking?” Bon-Bon asked flatly, “The Everfree is dangerous! It’s scary, and filled with pitfalls and hazards! You can’t just go in there alone!”
“Then why don’t you come with?” Asked Lyra happily, “It would be so much fun! Just like a camping trip, only in the old pala-“
”No, Lyra, I’m not going.” Replied the other Pony, with a frown, “Look, if I can’t talk you out of it, can I atleast help?”
“Actually…” Lyra began with a smirk, pulling her saddlebags on, “I do need a few errands ran before I leave…”
Unamazing Writefag
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>>391688 Dusting myself off, I rose, picking up the familiar black backpack at my feet and slowly slinging it over one shoulder, making an effort to maintain non-threatening body language. Didn't want to startle them or anything.
"Uh... Hi?" I said akwardly, glancing around the room for possible means of exiting.
"It speaks!" the night-maned one exclaimed in suprise, a female, according to the voice. It was then my turn to be taken aback. "What the-- a talking horse?" I asked, stupefied. "Is this some sort of wierd dream, or something."
"I'll have you know that I am /not a wh-" the younger began, volume and force of her increasing as her eyes began to glow dangerously.
"I can assure you that we're all in a very real situation right now. Calm yourself, dear sister." The elder cut in, unfolding one white wing to block the other's path towards me.
"But, Celestia--" the younger began, now apparently not about to kill me, but still outraged.
"/Luna/." Celestia said firmly, sounding every bit the older sister she was. "He is obviously not of this world. I doubt he meant it as you took it. Am I correct?" she asked, turning to face me.
"Uh... probably?" I offered unhelpfully.
"Sister, /how/ could he mean it in any other fashion?" Luna demanded. "I don't remember there ever being another definition of the term." she said, shooting me an angry glare. Raising an eyebrow, I responded.
Anonymous
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>>391365 I know there's amazing stuff out there, I've read it. And you're part of it. Don't be so quick to discount yourself.
Unamazing Writefag
>>391715 I'll wait until you're done.
Anonymous
>>391779 Thank you, but that won't be necessary. I'm writing up part two as we speak.
Please, sir. Continue.
Unamazing Writefag
>>391848 >Alrighty then LACKLUSTER STORYTELLING, HO!
"Well, last time /I/ checked, 'horse' was the English term for equines such as yourselves. At the very least, that's how /humans/ use it." I explained, raising my hands in a pacifying gesture.
"'Humans'?" Celestia asked, evidently having never heard of my entire species. /Oh, that's not a good sign./ I assumed, thankfully managing to keep my outward composure.
"Yeah. Like me." I replied, perhaps a little bluntly. Not that I cared. The fact that she didn't know what a human was set off kinds of alarm bells in my head.
"So, 'human'," she began again, tone shifting from befuddled to inquisitive. "Do you have a name?"
"Er, yeah, name's Ano--" I began, before I heard the sound of a door being forcefully opened behind me.
"INTRUDER!" An urgent voice called, as I heard the rumbling of what I assumed to be more horses rushing to this room.
Reacting nearly instantaneously, I whirled--
Just in time to narrowly sidestep an armored hoof on a collision course with my head.
Unamazing Writefag
>>391924 The hoof in question belonged to a muscular (if smallish) colt clad in golden armor. Unlike the two I had been speaking with, this one was merely a pegasus, no horn in sight.
"Woah! Woah! Calm down, I don't want any trou--OOF!" I began, dodging another buck and being cut off by another guard blindsiding me, sending me sprawling.
"Windshear! Thunderboom!" a new voice called, with the kind of authority I'd come to associate with Drill Sargeants. "Stand down."
Turning and sitting up, I saw that my two attackers had now snapped to attention. Gazing in the direction of the doorway, I saw a third guard entering the room. Unlike them, he strode in calmly, eyeing me with a cool gaze. His fur looked to be grayed with age, and I spotted what appeared to be a battle scar on his snout. He was a veteran, that was obvious enough.
"Thank you, Captain Borealis." Celestia said graciously. "You came just in time."
"Not a problem, Princess." the Captain replied, turning to the others. 'The /problem/ is with these two charging in without learning more about the situation!" he snapped. "What do you two have to say for yourselves?"
"I-We saw him and panicked, sir." One said humbly.
"He's right. We both should have waited to see what the intruder was doing before we attacked."
"That's--excuse me for my language, Princesses-- damn right. You two are supposed to be Royal Guards! How can you expect to do your job if you can't even keep your head on your shoulders?" he chastised. "I want you two to return to your posts. We'll discuss this later."
With that, the two walked out, leaving me, the Captain, and the Princesses in the room.
Unamazing Writefag
>>391985 >Stallion, not Colt. "So..." I began, rising back to my feet. "How'd you guys even know I was in here?"
"One of the Guards stationed outside the room overheard Princess Luna's shouting," he explained, as I gave a mildly annoyed glance in said Princess's direction. She met my eyes evenly, having regained her composure.
"He peeked inside, saw you, and ran to us for help, should they need it. We galloped on over, and I'm sure you know the rest of the story."
"Makes sense."
"However," he continued, staring me in the eye and advancing. "That's not important right now. What /matters/ is just /how/ you managed to get in the Throne room undetected, regardless of your intentions."
"Well..." I began uncomfortably. "I can't say I know myself. Last thing I remember before being here was going to bed." I explained with an apologetic tone.
"How can I believe you, creature?" he asked in a measured tone.
"As far as we can tell, he speaks the truth, Captain." Celestia answered for me. I glanced over at her and her sister thankfully, gaze lingering when I saw the glowing aura around their horns. "We've taken the liberty to detect any lies he may make, and have found none."
"Uh... if you'll forgive my asking, how are you doing that? Also, what's with the glowing horns?"
Luna spoke this time. "The answer to both of your questions is simple, human. It is so prevalent in the world I find it hard to believe you don't already know."
"Oh yeah? Mind telling me, then?" I shot back, now annoyed. I didn't take insults to my intelligence all that well.
"Magic." she replied.
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>>392038 An uncomfortable silence followed.
"...Magic." I deadpanned.
"Indeed, magic. Surely there is magic where you come from, is there not?" Luna asked, now intriugued by my lack of knowledge on the subject.
"Ah... no. Science, yeah. In some cases it's advanced enough to be mistaken /for/ magic, but nothing that outright screws with the known laws of the universe." I stated.
"'Screws with the laws of the universe'?" Luna parroted, confused. "But our magic has laws it conforms to as well. It is a science in it's own right." she replied, glancing to her sister for confirmation. "At least, that's how it /was/ believed to have worked. Is my knowledge outdated, sister?"
"No, Luna." Celestia reassured with a small chuckle. "Magic has remained much the same."
"So... This 'magic'," I began, reining in the urge to scoff at the thought. Really, considering that I was chatting with a pair of Pegasus-Unicorn princesses in what was apparently reality, any skepticism seemed a little pointless. "How does it work?" I asked.
"It would take weeks, perhaps /months/ to teach you the fundamentals. I doubt you want t--" Luna began.
"Well in that case, could you just show me?" I cut in, genuinely curious.
Looking a little miffed at being cut off, nonetheless The Moon Princess obliged. "Very well. Hold still, and I shall show you our simplest spell: Telekiniesis." She declared, horn glowing once more with an indigo aura.
Calming myself, I relaxed all muscles and patiently awaited the result.
A dim indigo field surrounded my body. "I'll lift you now. This may feel a little odd." Luna warned, apparently not wanting to startle me.
The magic cloaking my body flared brighter, intensifying--
And promptly fizzled out.
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>>392071 The eyes of the three widened visibly, as I just stood there, confused as they.
"It didn't work?" Luna half-shouted, completely taken aback. I gave a shrug and a part sheepish, part cheeky grin. "Guess not."
"This is... most unusual." Celestia said, eyes equal parts puzzled and curious. "Most unusual indeed. Not once in all my years have I encountered something... as unaffected by magic as you are. Would you allow me to try?" she asked, horn already glowing with arcane power.
"Knock yourself out." I said, relaxing once more.
Almost immediately, a bright pink glow flared up around me in the same manner Luna's magic had, albiet this time far more intense. Shielding my eyes from the almost blinding glare, I prepared myself--
Just as it fizzled out, the same as Luna's magic had.
"...Well." I said, sweeping my gaze across the room before settling it back upon the two Princesses. "Looks like I'm anti-magic. I suppose I'd have crashed through the cieling and would be on the moon if I wasn't." I joked, smile fading into a curious frown as I noticed Luna visibly wince. /What was that reaction for?/
"Er--My Ladies." Borealis said, raising one hoof to his mouth as he cleared his throat. "If I may ask, seeing as our...guest here is immune to magic, and apparently not of our realm... What are we to do with him?"
"That's a good question, Captain." Celestia said, nodding as a thoughtful frown graced her features. Her eyes slowly drifted to meet mine in a curious stare.
"What are we to do with you?"
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I feel bad. I want to contribute, but my writing sucks so much. Also don't know much about the shipping or the ponyverse as a whole.
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>>392100 "Well, for starters, I'd like to request not being punished," I said. "'cause, y'know, I didn't intend to drop in unannounced like this."
That got a chuckle out of Celestia. "Don't worry. I can tell that this event was far outside of your control. No harm will befall you." she reassured with a gentle smile.
"Sister, I think I have an idea." Luna said, leaning in and whispering into Celestia's ear.
Listening intently, Celestia nodded in approval. "That would be wise, I think. I'll be sure to send a letter tonight. If all goes well they should be here in two days at the most." she agreed, turning her gaze back to me.
"So, what've you got planned for me?" I asked, folding my arms.
"Luna has suggested that we send for my six most trusted subjects: The Elements of Harmony." she stated, as Captain Borealis raised an eyebrow.
"If I may ask, Princess, what do you intend they do with him?" he inquired.
"I'm not quite sure yet, but I feel that they, as the Elements, should be aware of his presence."
"What--er, /who/ are these 'Elements of Harmony' you keep talking about?" I inquired.
"They are the wielders, or perhaps embodiments, of the six virtues that make up Harmony: Laughter, Kindness, Generosity, Loyalty, Honesty, and Magic." she explained.
"Oh, so a Captain Planet sorta thing?" I asked.
"...Captain Planet?"
"Sorry, reference to something from home. Anyways," I continued. "What's gonna happen to me in the two days it'll take for them to get here?"
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>>392132 Go for it, none of that's stopping me.
"I can arrange for a place for you to stay in the city until that time." Luna offered, trotting into a side room I'd not noticed and shortly returning, a few documents floating above her head. /Suspended by the same aura that enveloped me,/ I noted. /Guess magic's real after all./
"It's not gonna be simple as that, right?" I asked, glancing at the armored pony beside me. "I mean, I'm still potentially dangerous, being from another universe 'n all, right?"
"Correct. Captain Borealis, please see to it that... I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name last time." she said, gazing expectantly at me.
"Anon." I replied.
"See to it that our friend Anon has an armed guard stationed outside his lodgings and an escort during all travels until further notice." Luna ordered.
"Yes, Milady." Borealis said, snapping to attention. "Shall I go inform the rest of the Guard?" he asked.
"Indeed. You may go." Luna said.
With what I assumed to be the pony equivalent of a bow, the Captain of the Guard exited, leaving me and the Princesses in the throne room.
And this is where I've left off. Continue Y/N?
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>>392216 Yap. Continue on, good anon.
Unamazing Writefag
>>392216 Well lookit that, I drove everyone off.
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>>392353 What? No you haven't!
Unamazing Writefag
>>392349 >>392353 >goddammit.png All right.
Time to continue making this up as I go along.
Anon Alighieri !!x8fSl/KrNrm
>>390622 Should I expand it into a full blown Fanthingy?
>>389938 >Part 2: Fall of the Pegasi empire. Rise of the Unicorns and the rebellion of the Earth Ponys. Also Diamond Dog Mongols >Lots of Diamond Dog Mongols. >Pegasi are the current powers that be, the unicorns, while allies on paper, are essentially subject to the Pegasi as a kinda of tangent society. Earth Ponys are literal slaves. >During this time, Starswirle the bearded, a Unicorn of low class, starts his academic studies and decides to do research on the Earth Ponys themselves >During this research, his reputation as being a 1/2 decent Unicorn allows the Earth Ponys to open up to him, and show him how they not only were able to advance so much technologically before the war but to figure things out like the best times to harvest and solve problems >This is what we humans would call the Scientific Method >Starswirle applies this to his magic studies and finds that objective analyses of these spells, he can derive even more powerful versions of these spells >He continues to do this for years before being exiled by the Unicorn government for getting too close to the earth ponys. This is due to the fact that the current Pegasi establishment is paranoid. >While he was exiled, his work and teachings soon found their way to other students of academia. Anon Alighieri !!x8fSl/KrNrm
>>392415 >Using this, the unicorns started manipulating nature itself. Soon a great project was underway and the Unicorn goverment decided to start subverting Pegasi rule by not only covertly assisting Earth pony resistance, but encouraging Diamond Dog Mongols to raid ground based facilities that the Pegasi depended on. >With an internal threat from the Earth ponys, a War with Diamond Dogs on the Western Front, and paranoia over their "Unicorn" allies, the Pegasi moved to suppress the Earth Ponys first and then the Mongols, before bringing the Unicorns under full subjection. >However, this was planned by the Unicorn goverment, they provided both the Earth ponys and Diamond Dogs that effectively destroyed the Pegasi ability to fly, bringing them to fight on equal terms. >While the armys of the Pegasi were losing, on their cloud capital, the Pegasi government was in relative peace, that is until the Earth Ponys (with some assistance from the Unicorns) created today what is know as fireworks. >With a army directly underneath them, any Pegasi who came within the field of the "no fly zone" was grounded and easy pickings, all this while the city was bombarded with fireworks. >In one fell swoop, the Unicorns not only took down the Pegasi government with fireworks, but using the Diamond Dogs to strangle the food supply to other Pegasi cities. Soon the Pegasi came and requested aid from the Unicorns, which the Unicorns agreed, under a new treaty that put them on the top of the food chain >Part 3: The exodus Pic releated kinda
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>>392404 Yes plz continue. Diggin' this story
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>>392404 Luna then trotted off, likely planning to take care of the necessary arrangements for my housing. Before she left, though, I noticed Celestia telekinetically grabbing a quill and parchment from their orbits around her sister and beginning to write, every so often glancing up at me.
With a shrug, I sat down and opened the backpack, eager to know the contents. I had no recollection of packing this bag previously, and judging from the weight of it, it didn't contain whatever I may have left inside.
Imagine my suprise when the first thing I pulled out was a /knife/.
"The hell? I don't own one of these." I mumbled under my breath, sliding the blade out of it's sheath and gazing befuddledly at the survival tool in my hands.
Carefully placing it inside another pouch, I also noticed my laptop, complete with its' electrical cord.
"Oh, a load of good /this/'ll do me." I snarked.
"Hm?" the Princess asked, looking up from her letter to observe what I was doing.
"Just going through whatever's in here. I don't recall packing it, so it's got me interested." I explained. Nodding her understanding, she returned to her message, and I to my rummaging.
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>>393275 >This isn't my knoife >Now THIS, is my Knoife... Was all I could think about.
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>>393275 Spotting a leather-bound book, I pulled it out to discover a general survival guide. Okay, /that/ could be useful. After all, I doubted I could just stay in wherever they put me forever.
Next, a fairly thick notebook, which I found was blank as I quickly flipped through the pages. Okay, I could use that as a journal.
At the bottom of the bag, buried under the computer and books, I found my iPod and earbuds. Allowing myself a quiet "yes!" , I stashed that in my pocket. Thank god, I had something to listen to.
Feeling mostly satisfied with my inventory, I zipped up the backpack once more, even as the letter Celestia was writing promptly combusted into a flash of lime green fire.
...
"That was supposed to happen, I assume?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
A chuckle and an amused smile. "Yes, Anon. I've just sent the letter to my pupil, who is the element of magic." she said, as I rose.
"I see." I replied, as I turned at the clopping sound of quite a few hooves behind me. There Captain Borealis stood, flanked by four other Royal guards.
"We'll be ready to take him wherever you send him, milady." Borealis said, even as Luna returned to the throne room.
"Excellent timing, Captain. I've just finished up the arrangements." she said. "Please escort him to the guest's quarters."
"Of course, milady. Come on, human. We'll show you the way." Borealis said, turning and leading me out.
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>>389563 I write all these on the go I only have a few few ones I save locally
Unamazing Writefag
>>393576 I think I'm going to have to cut off here for now.
Chroniclerfag
>>391848 >And now I continue! Name fag so it's easier to follow: Lyra paced about on the edge of the Everfree, looking for a good trail. She had everything she needed, and it was just shy of mid-day. According to her maps and knowledge of the area, plus some questions that Twilight Sparkle had answered, giving her a good picture of how best to go about this.
With a gasp of excitement, she noticed the path she was looking for, overgrown somewhat from the lack of passage, but still serviceable. Taking off at a brisk trot, she began down the path, expecting a few hours of walking before she reached the canyon and river that lay just beyond it. The air was cool for the season, she expected because the Everfree wasn’t manipulated by the Ponies, and therefore didn’t much “care” for what the season of choice was at the time.
“So far so good,” she murmured, the first hour evaporating easily with nothing appearing nor impeding her progress. The Canyon wasn’t far off now, when she felt a strange feeling down her spine. Looking about, she only saw trees and ferns, but she couldn’t shake a strange feeling of being watched. She was still close, comparatively, to Ponyville, so she doubted that anything exceptionally dangerous was close. But there was talk, sometimes, that Chimera’s and Cockatrice would encroach in the woods just outside of Ponyville, where if you walked even a mile in, you might be attacked.
The clacking of her knees pulled Lyra out of her fearful internal monologue, and with a gulp she picked up her pace, eager to make camp in the ruins and be removed from the stifling trees. It was only a few more feet till she entered the expected clearing, host to a pair of cliffs that created a natural choke point, where even a single creature could shut down the entire trip.
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>>393842 To the exploring Ponies luck, there was no such monster, and she could proceed safely. She still couldn’t shake that itch down her spine, growing more and more irate. Finally, frustrated, she spun around in a rapid flash, eyes darting. Still no sign that anyone was following her…
She nearly jumped out of her skin when a shovel clattered from her saddlebag onto the ground, obviously having come loose during her fiasco. Taking deep breaths to calm her pounding heart, she used her magic to return the small shovel to her saddlebags. As she secured the bag, she found something amiss, and leaned in to the rock wall. It was with a gasp she realized something, but she wasn’t sold, not just yet. Conjuring a brush from her pack, she gingerly moved dirt and detritus from the rock face, waiting for it to show up.
Giving the wall a rough punch with the flat of her hoof, specs of dirt flew from the section and with a few more brush strokes, she could see it.
“Celestia…” she gasped, “These are mortar marks! There were bricks here!”
It was true; She did a little more investigation, and found the signes of carefully laid bricks and their overlapping lines that sealed them together. At some point in the past, this could have been a gate house. It seemed most likely, given where she was headed, and how close she was. Wouldn’t a palace naturally be home to a small population, requiring protection? It certainly made sense.
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>>393856 “I suppose I’ll find some records of this in the Palace,” she remarked to herself, putting back her brush and making with renewed zeal due north. There was a lot to be answered by this expedition, such as possibly the layout of the palace and the people who lived here.
Fording the river and crossing the shoddy, poorly maintained bridge that crossed the chasm between the hazardous pitfall went without incident, at least nothing like what she felt in the Canyon. The sense of being watched never vanished, but it never got that strong again.
The sun in the distance was beginning to fall as she finally made her way into the open, barren courtyard, the roofless palace and destroyed stained glass windows telling of the age this place was host to. The sheer volume of knowledge she stood to gain was staggering, nevermind the priceless relics that stood to be reclaimed. With a bubbling feeling of joy, she pranced into the Orrery of Harmony, the site where the original Elements had been housed. This was a critical part of her expedition, more important in fact that most other sites she would be investigating. She couldn’t wait to dive into the details that lay here, but that would have to wait until tomorrow.
Chroniclerfag
>>393986 Leaving the Orrery and heading up to the ruins of the Great Hall, she prepared to pitch her tent and have dinner, calling it a successful day. She already hit pay dirt, learning that at one point the river which fed directly into Ponyville and provided fresh water was once a part of the now-abandoned community.
So focused was she, that she nearly missed a small fragment of a pot, nearly trampling it to shards. She stopped in the nick of time, and bent close to investigate it. It was fired earth, for sure, but there were some weird figures drawn in black lines, tall beasts, wielding circles close to them. She had no idea what it meant, but she was sure she’d find more. Fruitful already, it seemed. Using her magic, she carefully checked the piece to insure it would come freely from the floor, and picked it up, examining it. With more details exposed, she saw it was part of a larger scene, though what it was depicting was beyond her.
Heading into her tent, she put the fragment into her saddlebag, and set it aside, relaxing from the long day of hiking. Tomorrow, she’d begin the excavation in earnest, and find out just what caused this place to be abandoned.
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>>393996 >I'll get more done later. Now, the fun part you're all expecting shall begin. The slow descent into her forbidden knowledge! >rope
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>rope
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But I want to hear what happens!
Anonymous
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Thread revived
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what happened to everyone?
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Bump for the great justice!
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You're allowing the posting of more traditional prose? I may have something later, if that's okay.
Anonymous
>be teleported into ponyverse >end up fucking twilight see, was it that hard? I compressed it all in just two lines of text. I'm talking to you Twillight and me fanfic author.
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>>405010 You mean Hotsauce? Yes it certainly was rather... contrived. In fact it was basically everything wrong with wish fulfillment fiction.
Though every case of shipping between a human and pony is going to have some contrivance to it, there are definitely better ways to handle it.
If that's your cup of tea.
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Unamazing Writefag
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Oh hey, this is still alive.
Unamazing Writefag
Goddammit, writer's block. stop blocking my writing
writer's block
Anonymous
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>fuckin twilight sparkle. >I say 'we fuckin?' >she confirms >we fuckin
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I live. I need to eat some food, but then I guess I can give more content. The thread needs moar stories, and there don't seem to be too many sources here. Most are stuck in the Rainbro thread. Fun as that one is, I've done three now. Variety is good.
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bumping for justice
dashisbestpone !bipVGa2y86
Okay, it's fukkin' go time. PICK A TOPIC: A) Body swap spell. B) Twilight thinks she only has two days to live. C) Celestia has lost something important. If none of those please you, suggest something better! If the thread has nobody in it and no votes come in, I'll just default to A.
Unamazing Writefag
>>393576 As we walked the halls, I found my gaze slowly sweeping across the surroundings, appraising the castle and all of it's splendor. There was a rather suprising level of craftsmanship in the architecture, something I'd expect from human work, not that of a pony's. /Magic probably had something to do with it./ I reasoned.
The room they lead me to was perhaps three stories up, and respectably sized. The furniture was rather small, scaled for ponies rather than humans, but the bed was large enough for me to comfortably sleep in.
All I really cared about, at the moment.
Opening a door adjacent to the bookshelf, I ducked my head under the low frame and found myself gazing out into the night, standing awestruck at the huge numbers of stars. More than any I'd seen in my suburban life, easily.
"Wow..." I breathed, mouth slightly agape in wonder. "There's /so many/..."
Managing to pry my eyes from the sky, I then looked to the surrounding landscape, watching for a few minutes as the lanterns of the city this castle was located in winked out, inhabitants no doubt going to sleep.
Walking back inside, I retrieved the blank notebook from the backpack, grabbed a quill I found on the desk, and began to write.
>short update is short Anonymous
>>414317 Where'd you go...? I was enjoying the story...
dashisbestpone !bipVGa2y86
>>414949 Same place everyone went, apparently. An hour and not a single vote.
Y THREAD EMPTY?
pinkieisbestpone
>>377923 Celestia bless you OP. I lawled.
>Trixie returns to ponyville >Pinkie is having a an unrelated party >Trixie tells Pinkie her party eats dicks >Pinkie goes insane, rapes trixie with rake then kills her >Pinkie makes costume out of Trixies skin then prances about demanding everyone "pet her magic pone" >everyone shits chocolate pudding and rainbows Anonymous
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>>415012 Because /mlp/ is full of underageb& high schoolers.
Anyways you faggots better keep this going. It's not bad at all.
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>>415082 >Except maybe entertaining dashisbestpone !bipVGa2y86
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WELP, an hour and a half and we have ONE WHOLE VOTE! Body swap it is I guess? Woohoo? I'm not mad, or even disappointed in the turnout. I'm just a little peeved that I could've been writing for the last hour and a half instead of waiting for votes that weren't going to come, but hey, my own fault for expecting them. INCOMING BODY SWAP STORY. I AM STARTING RIGHT NOW EXPECT PART 1 IN A COUPLE MINUTES.
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For those who want to know now, Pinkie <-> Luna>Be Pinkie Pie. >Okay. >Let's go! >Celestia came to you to ask you to throw her sister a party! >Luna's having a birthday party, and you're planning it! >Ohmygoshthispartyisgoingtobeamazing! >YOU ARE IN CHARGE OF A PRINCESS PARTY. >There will be SO. >MUCH. >CAKE. >And balloons! >What about streamers? >Well DUH there are going to be streamers, I mean really who has balloons without streamers? >Not you! >INVITATIONS! >YES! NOW! DO IT NOW! >You get a little carried away and end up mailing out more invitations than there are ponies. >You feel sorry for whoever has to deliver all of them. >And for Applejack. You're pretty sure she's going to be shoveling invitations for weeks. >Okay, what else... uh... you need... you need... CAKE! Wait, no you already did that. >MORE CAKE! >Okay, then? >MORE >Then? >MMMMOOOOOOOAAAAARRRRRR CCCCAAAAAAAEEEEEEEKKKKKK >... okay then. What about after ALL the cake is done. Cake is no longer a concern. THEN what? >You're going to need a minute.
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>Okay. Today's the day. Everything is ready. Everything is perfect. >You just need to make sure you get the surprise right. >But that's the hard part! Luna knows the castle like the back of her hoof. >That's a pretty silly saying. Why would you need to memorize the back of your hoof? >NO. >That's a DISTRACTION. >That's how they GET you. >FOCUS. >Okay, surprise. Gotta surprise Luna. Castle probably won't work. >Leaving the castle grounds spontaneously is suspicious. You can't make her put her guard up like that. >So she has to stay near the castle, but she can't be IN the castle. >Hiding a party outside wouldn't be THAT hard if it was just you, but for some reason other ponies don't seem to be as good at hiding. >Got it. Brilliant. Cut, print, that's a wrap, checkmate, step three profit. >You retreat to the Pinkie Cave. >By which you mean the fort you built in your room out of pillows and blankets. >YES YOU KNOW IT ISN'T REALLY A CAVE, YOU'RE NOT STUPID. >You just happen to have a little thing called IMAGINATION. >YOU FORGOT TO DO THE RAINBOW HANDS THING LIKE THAT SPONGE GUY. >QUICK, DO THE RAINBOW THING! >You do the rainbow thing. >YES! >Okay. In the cave. Luna. Surprise. >You get out your power tools.
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>>415774 >hang out with anon >anon's innate magical resistance dicks with a spell >somehow now Luna dashisbestpone !bipVGa2y86
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>You're hiding under Luna's bed. You had to push some weird looking toys to the side. >Why were those down here, anyway? >It's not like you have a problem with toys, but they need to be stored properly. >OHMYGOSH, does Luna not have a toybox? >You should totally get her one for her birthday! >When is that? >OHYEAH, right now! Okay, maybe later. Right now it's surprise time. >The trap is set. As soon as she opens the door, you are going to scare the... /something that Luna is full of/ right out of her! >In a good way though. >Because it's a surprise party surprise, not a scary surprise. >So maybe you won't scare her, then. You'll SURPRISE her. >You'll surprise the /whatever is inside her/ right out of her. >Why do you keep trying to use that phrase? >FOCUS, PINKIE! >You hope all the others remember to yell surprise when the two of you show up. >They probably will. It's just one word, and it's not very hard to remember one word. >If they had to yell TWO words, then they might mix it up, but they don't so they won't and that's good. >The doorknob is turning. >You are excited. You're grinning. You're vibrating rapidly in place, muscles tense and ready to pounce. >The door opens. >You jump. >Luna yelps. >There's a bright flash of light. >You open your eyes and see... that you're still in the castle? >Oh no! Something went wrong and it didn't work and Luna's party is ruined and that's terrible quick maybe if you stuff her in a bag before she opens her eyes you can carry her to the party before she notices!
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Alrighty! Time to get cracking at the real fun part. I sure am glad I'm using my life-long study of literature in a productive manner...
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>Where is she? >You look around, but you don't see Luna. >You see the bed, and you see the toys, and you see Pinkie Pie... >WAIT A MINUTE... >Why aren't those toys in a toybox? >DOES LUNA NOT HAVE A TOYBOX? >You should get her one for her birthday! Where is she? >Pinkie opens her eyes. >She's staring at you. >Quick, say something! >"Um... uh...." >You panic and can't make the words happening going! >You grab the blanket off the bed and throw it over her, then you grab the corners of it and tie them together. >Now she's trapped in the bag and you can take her to the party! >She writhes around in the bag and makes muffled protests. >But if there are TWO Pinkies at the party, then... then which one is in charge? >Do you have to fight for it? >You pull a boxcutter out of hammerspace and cut her out of the blanket. >She falls to the floor and jumps to her hooves. >"THOU ART AN IMPOSTOR! I AM THE PRINCESS, NOT YOU!" >"You silly filly, you're not Celestia OR Luna! You're Pinkie Pie! It's okay, sometimes I get confused, too. One time, I thought I was Marcellus Wallace for a whole day before I looked in a mirror and realized I kinda did look like a bitch."
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>"WHA...what?" >"Have you not seen that movie?" >"........what?" >"Nevermind, listen, I think something is wrong here." >"I AGREE." >"The Traditional Royal Canterlot Voice (R) went out of style forEVER ago. You should really consider modernizing your speech, especially if you're going to be Pinkie Pie because she throws a lot of parties and if the host of a party is behind the times a party can get really awkward and boring." >"LISTEN TO... Listen, I'm dreadfully confused right now. What is going on here?" >"Well I was TRYING to take Luna to her surprise party, but now I can't find her!" >"But... you're Luna!" >"I am?" >You look down at yourself. >Extra spicy spice nuggets, you ARE Luna! How and when did that happen? You just jumped into your trap so you and Luna would both end up at the party, and then there was that bright flash of light, and now Pinkie is here. >Hey wait, maybe SHE knows something! She's the one planning the party! >OH NO! You're Luna and you know about the surprise party! The surprise is RUINED! But Pinkie worked so HARD on it! That's not FAIR! >Maybe she needs an 'it's-okay-that-the-surprise-was-ruined' party. But who could you get to throw a party like that? >OF COURSE, YOU CAN DO IT! You're great at throwing parties! >But maybe not, since you're Luna now. >You should try throwing a party to practice and make sure you can still throw parties. >You run out the door and wait. >"...Hello?" >You don't say anything. >"Where are you going?" >She steps through the door. >CONFETTI EVERYWHERE! >"SURPRISE!" >She slowly drags a hoof down one side of her face in frustration.
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Y is thread so dead? No me gusta. Do the folks here really only want Rainbro? Do they care nothing for other stories?>"Could you PLEASE tell me what's going on?" >"Of course, silly! All you had to do was ask!" >"THANK you." >"I'm throwing you a 'congratulations-on-becoming-Pinkie-Pie' party! OH MY GOSH I DID IT! I CAN STILL THROW PARTIES!" >You should totally have a party to celebrate that you can still throw parties. >You're going to need your party cannon. >You step into your room and look around for it. >For some reason, you can't find your party cannon. If you don't find it soon, maybe you should just ask if you can borrow Pinkie's. >Maybe it's in your toybox? >Hmmm... there's some toys under the bed, but you're pretty sure none of those are party cannons. >OH MY GOSH, do you not have a toybox? SOMEONE SHOULD GET YOU ONE FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY! >"Hey, Pinkie, do I have a toybox?" >She growls at you. >"I don't think I do. And it just so happens that today is my birthday now! Normally, I don't like to ask for gifts, but this is kindof an emergency. I don't know where my party cannon is. I always keep it in my toybox, but now I don't have a toybox!" >Luna is a very patient mare. >She's been known to wait up to a thousand years at a time. >But she's incapable of handling YOU. >She throws a punch. >You hit the floor.
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>You calm down. WAY down. >Something serious is going down. >PINKIE just hit you. >Pinkie is all about smiles and hugs and parties! She doesn't hurt other ponies! >To drive her to violence, there'd have to be a crisis of truly epic proportions. >Something like... Discord has turned the sun into a big raccoon and now it's all dark and cold and your trash is knocked over every night! >Or maybe even WORSE. >Like a missing party cannon! >You can't find your party cannon because you can't find your toybox, and you used to be Pinkie... what if she's suffering from can't-find-party-cannon-itis just like you? >You gently place a hoof on her shoulder and speak very slowly. >"Okay. This is serious business. I understand." >"Good. First off, I want to know EXACATLY what happened when I came in the door." >"In a minute. First, I have a very important question for you." >She looks shocked, but doesn't object. >"Do you have a toybox?" >You hit the floor again. You're not sure, but you think she punched you! >Why would Pinkie do something like that?
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>>416850 Really enjoying this story (you seem to have a knack for writing characters), but I need to get some sleep. Hope the thread's still here tomorrow!
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>She shut the door and neither of you have left the room since then. >Eventually, she got you to explain - sortof, at least - what had happened. >You built a massive launching platform into the floor and a retractable hole in the roof. >You weren't sure what the power source was, but it was green and glowy and gooey and it tasted really good. >For some reason, it didn't go off and instead that bright light happened. >Now you're Luna and she's Pinkie. >She dismissed all visitors but her sister, and only told her that there WAS a problem, but she could handle it. >She asked if Celestia could kindly take care of the moon and the stars for her. >After much discussion, she came up with a really complicated sounding plan and promised you could throw her TWO birthday parties once you switched back to normal, so you agreed. >There's a knock at the door. >"Hello? Princess Luna?" >You get an excited grin on your face. >"HEY TWILIGHT! Luna's going to have TWO birthday parties!" >You can hear her chuckling. >"Can... can I come in?" >"NO-" >"SURE!" >You reach for the door to open it, and Pinkie runs after you to stop you. >The door opens, and there's a bright flash of light.
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>You open your eyes to see Twilight and Luna still struggling to regain their vision. >Luna falls over. >"Pinkie? Luna? What was that?" >Twilight opens her eyes. >"Depending on how lucky we are, anywhere from the solution to our problem to the start of a bigger one." >The bright, colorful splotches fade from her vision and she gasps. >Luna does the same, now that she can see as well. >"Oh boy, now Twilight gets to be Luna! I did it earlier, and it's pretty fun!" >Did the room just get brighter? >It totally did. The ceiling is opening. >Hey, that means your launchy thingy does work! It just didn't trigger right the last time. And you should probably fix the flashy switchy thingy part. >You brace for FUN. >Luna and Twilight scream as you squeal with joy. The three of you are hurtling through the air, exactly as you originally planned. >You fly through an open window and land on a pile of mattresses inside a building full of burnt out candles, empty tables, and stale cake. >You frown slightly at the thought of all this wasted party potential, but cheer up thinking about the parties to come. >You start to bounce happily away when Luna-Twilight (or is it Twilight-Luna? it doesn't matter, it looks like Luna and that means it's her birthday!) stops you. >"Pinkie, can you please explain what just happened?" >"Everything'll be fine. You two are both super smart, and I'm sure you can figure out what needs to be done. Besides, I've REALLY gotta go. It's a lot of work planning TWO parties at the same time, and I still need to buy you a toybox for those funny looking toys under your bed." >You smile and bounce away. >She blushes fiercely. END.
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>>417335 Pinkie Pie has WAY too much energy! This is exactly what she would think! U such gud riter!
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>>417742 iknorite?
Really though, Pinkie is CRAZY, not INSANE. That is not how you write her properly.
But this is 4chan and these stories are 4channy and not serious. The ponies go way out of character if it makes it lulzier. I'mma go break all my fingers until I stop writing shitty shit and start writing good shit.
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>>417335 >Funny looking toys. Good job sir.
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>Twilight Sparkle wakes up and trotts over to the window, it's a beautiful clear day, the sun is shining all over equestria. >She thinks about how wonderful it is that Celestia still moves the sun everyday despite all the other things she has to do as Princess. >Wait a minute, she has never actually seen Celestia moving the sun. >Twilight sparkle decides to wake Spike and visit Canterlot for the day. >'But twilight, we see the sun come up everyday. Why do we have to go to Canterlot to see it?' >'As Princess Celestia's own student I would have thought it's important for me see her using her strongest magic.' >Besides, I'd like to give her my report in person after the fiasco with Applejack yesterday.' >Spike begins to protest but he can tell twilight is set on going. 'At least let me have breakfast first.' >'Good, I knew you'd come around, now take a letter to Celestia please. Dear Princess Celestia, today we have decided to...' >Spike sends the letter and prepares a plate of his favourite precious stones, just as he is about to take a bite he coughs up a letter. >The stones are scattered on the table. >'My faithful student Twilight Sparkle, Today I am unable to entertain you or your friends, I am busy with royal duties. I apologise for the inconvenience, sincerely Princess Celestia.' >'That was a very brief letter spike, you don't suppose she has too much work to do by herself do you?' >'There, she's said that we can'- Wait what?' >'She's too embarrassed to ask for help, Come on Spike' >'...'
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this thread must LIVE!!!
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dashisbestpone !bipVGa2y86
Gah... why thar no be writings here? Why thread on life support?
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>>416163 I lol'd at the ending.
>>417335 >Bumpan with content. Hope you don't mind my continued writefaggan. Lyra awoke with a start, the sounds of strong wind causing the tent flaps to snap in the gale forcefully.
“Huh,” she moaned groggily, rising stiffly, “Coulda sworn I’d tied the flaps shut.”
Poking her head out, she smiled sleepily as sunlight flooded through the early morning, creating a beautiful, dew-laden scene of shimmering flagstones and glittering glass. It was, frankly, beautiful. The fresh air was heavily scented with the smell of the trees and foliage, giving it a wild feel, which was appropriate given the circumstances.
Returning to her tent, she picked out some breakfast and decided to get a closer look at the object she had found earlier. At the time, it was dark, so she hadn’t gotten more than a rough idea. As the light was flooding the Great hall, she could not get a good view of what was on this shard. Taking a bite out of some of her rations, she rummaged around in her pack until she found the artifact.
“Mmm,” she mumbled with a full mouth, “Bon-Bon sure can pick some good hay. Might have to find out where she got this stuff.”
Flipping it over in her hooves, she tossed it back and forth, trying to make heads and tails of it. As far as she could tell, it was only a small part of a greater assembly. With a little glue and some dry-fitting, as well as a lot of guesswork, she might be able to get a passable mock-up made to get a better view of the original piece. All she needed was to find more of the original pot, and she might gain some insight into the history of this place.
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>>433873 Rising from her breakfast, and deciding to visit the orrery later in the day, she began to carefully patrol the room, dusting away dirt while looking for the remains of clues into the past. A fruitless search, and after the first half-hour, she concluded that whatever she had, the rest of it was either long gone, or no longer in the Great Hall. Resigning herself to possibly never discovering the true meaning of that strange figure with the circle, she made for the main focus of her trip.
The orrery was important for three reasons. First, it was the original hope of the Elements of Harmony. Second, it was an architectural marvel, providing insight into the form and function of the Elements. Finally, it was the only building still mostly-intact and not ravaged by the effects of time, thus was most likely to be home to untarnished artifacts.
What she wasn’t expecting, was that upon entering the Orrery, there was nothing present to identify which element went where. Lyra was aghast at this, the entire main focus of her expedition ripped out from under her feet because she couldn’t even find the darn legend for the correct placement of the elements. Whoever built this did so expecting the Elements to never be needed again, and to be purely ornamental. Her entire expedition was for noth-
“What the-“ Lyra whispered, something catching her eye yet again. Drawing closer, she examined a pattern on the supports, numerous swirling lines that seemed to wind and crawl over the pillars like they were put there to show off. That wasn’t the unsettling or amazing part, however.
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>>414317 --Anon's log--
Day 1 in wherever the hell: Perhaps an hour ago, I arrived in this world/universe/dimension, likely through means of some form of teleportation-wormhole-portal thing. Seeing as this occurred when I was asleep, you can imagine my surprise when this happened.
The land I have arrived in is a strange one indeed. The location of my arrival happened to be the throne room of a castle, and the first beings I met were two Princesses. And as if this wasn't wierd enough...
They're horses. Honest to god, I've just met the two horse Princesses of what I assume is a horse principality/ horse kingdom. To make this situation even more bizarre, I (as far as I can tell, anyway) am still as clean as ever; "No drugs 'ere, officer!"
Good lord.
So anyways, my rustled jimmies aside, I'm doing better than one'd expect if they just popped into a castle without warning. Aside from a couple of guards attacking me, (no surprise there) I'm being treated more as a guest than an intruder. Celestia was quite reasonable about the entire thing.
Perhaps unnervingly so, now that I think about it. Call me crazy, but some part of me doubts that she's treating me so nicely because she's genuinely come to the conclusion that I'm some poor lost soul who needs love and tolerance. If she's as old as she's implied she is, there's no way she could have survived so long without having a healthy amount of suspicion, right?
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>>433915 “By celestia, this is the same design!” she cried out, her face pulling into an excited smile from the excitement, “The same people who designed this room were involved with that vase! Perhapse it was an ascetic addition?”
She had never expected the Ponies who lived here to establish their own, unique art-style as he continued to record her findings. The building was in horrible condition, and many of the pillars had collapsed or had been worn away to the rocky bone, destroying all chance for any information to be gleaned. But all of this paled in comparison to what would become the single most fateful discovery of her life.
Her work was finally done, she began to return to the Great hall to pack up, nothing left to be gained, when she felt that itch on her spine. Turning by curiosity more than anything, she caught glimps of something that only stood out thanks to the noon sun. There, in a bush not far off, lie a loop to a vase, dirt nearly covering it up completely.
It only took her a few minuets to make headway, finding a figure much like the one on the shard she had found the earlier night. All chance for her to abandon the site now was gone, she was consumed in this hunt for possibly more of the same bits and bobs that could be just beneath the dirt.
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>>434018 She didn’t give it a full appraisal until she could safely lift it from the soil with a spell, and when she did, she was nearly floored by what she saw.
Three figures, holding circular objects, stood facing three ponies, one of each species. One held an apple, and was extending it to the Ponies. The second one held its circle higher, and let its free hoof fall to its side and behind it. The final one held a long stick with an arrow atop it, held above its head, as if to toss it.
But this wasn’t what surprised Lyra, no, what had astonished her was their posture. These strange creatures were not ponies, their large stature demonstrating that clearly. No, it was the fact that they towered over the ponies, adding in to the fact that they stood erect, rather than walk upon all fours.
Lyra was speechless. What were these animals? Did they come to the ponies in some ancient time? Who were they? What did they do? Where did they go? Were the ponies once, before their known history, friends with this race? There were too many questions to be asked, and not enough answers. Her path was set, then:
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>>434163 She would take this and the other shard she had found, return to the mayor, and with such critical historical objects in tow, she could get the funding she needed for a major expedition, complete with extra hooves.
As excited as she should have been to finally have evidence that an unprecedented level of history was here, she couldn’t shake one thought from her head. On the vase piece she had found, there was also a pair of figures, both of which sat upon tall-backed thrones. It wasn’t that they were sitting, however, it was the manner. She was going to have to stay here another night to ensure she got as much as she could, for there was too much at stake. Even so, there was one burning question: If this race had come into contact with Pony-kind before, why had she never heard or seen any of them?
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>>434175 >And thus ends this part of the story. More to come, where Lyra finds more artifacts relating to these strange creatures of myth. >If ya want me to stop, just give me a good smack. Unamazing Writefag
>>433998 Anyways, back to the objective matters. I've already noticed a stunning variety of colors on these ponies. It seems the entire spectrum is possible, from a rich, deep crimson to a light, almost steely blue. They also vary in size, from Princess Celestia's rough equivalent to a normal horse, to one of the little ponies, (a servant, probably) which I'd guess to be about three and a half feet tall at the head.
So far, I've seen three different types of the non-royalty ponies. First, Pegasi, most of which I've seen acting as guards in the castle. Second, there are what appear to be your "normal" ponies, ones that have the base equine features with no added accessories. As with the pegasi, I've seen most of these as guards, albiet I believe I spotted one roaming the halls who wasn't. Finally, there are Unicorns, whose horns seemingly act as focusers/conductors/what-have-you of magical power, seeing as they use the "telekiniesis" spell that the Princesses showed me quite regularly, their little horns glowing a wide spectrum of colors as they do so.
And that brings me to the inevitable topic: Magic.
It exists, there's no mistaking that. Watching the Princesses has already told me that much. It's a science in it's own right, governed by a set of laws of it's own (according to Luna, anyway). And judging from the titles of some of these books on the shelf in this room, I'd say their magic is quite a bit more varied than mere levitation.
Having opened to a random page, I'm now reading a guide on how to conjure and controll a fireball.
Man, am I glad I'm seemingly immune to such shenanigans.
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>>434278 And this concludes Anon's first day in Equestria.
More to come at a later date.
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Wow, thread's been alive for nearly three days. I'm a little impressed.
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>>391985 >Captain Borealis ROYAHL GAHRDS WE FIGHT FOR EMPRHESS CEHLESTCHA
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I've had an idea for a greentext story where Anon becomes a sick fuck with a thing for ponies. Twilight is the only one that knows about it. Anon tries to take pictures of the other ponies in the shower and stuff. Twilight sometimes helps because she's more twisted than Anon. Thoughts?
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>>442491 Already sounds too creepy (too close of what most bronies would want)
Let's keep Anon as naive and anti-interspecies as it is.
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>>442491 How about Twilight discovering her thing for mares and going apeshit for her lust for mare candy vag
That is my only input
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>>443302 "Discord's back and he's hidden the elements of harmony in in my tight pony pussy. You guys have to find them, but he specified two rules:
1. No wings and no hooves
2. Every
pony must play or the game is over.
You may use your horn, Rarity."
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Now they're super great friends again and Gilda's being nice to all of us and the two of them definitely aren't an interspecies lesbian couple!" way to spoil the story you dumb fuck
>rope
Chroniclerfag
>>451815 And good thing too! I was about to do so myself.
Alrighty. Time to continue Lyra's story. I'll have some for you mighty Anon's in an hours time.
Unamazing Writefag
>>451880 Wonderful.
Barring a sudden burst of inspiration, no updates on Anon's misadventures in Equestria for today, I'm afraid.
Chroniclerfag
>>452604 Unfortunately, delays in the form of that damned Ruskie. He amuses me too much to focus.
Oh, and, forewarned: I am using the Everfree Gateway theory, rather than Ancient Astronauts or somesuch. Plus, those Greeks made the Mediteranian a whole 'nuther world.
Unamazing Writefag
>>451880 Wonderful.
Barring a sudden burst of inspiration, no updates on Anon's misadventures in Equestria for today, I'm afraid.
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>>452896 >>451880 >CONTENTS It was an hour past highnoon when Lyra began to seriously question her sanity. Sure, an eccentric like herself was considered insane or mad, depending on your lexicon, but the point remained. She was in the Great Hall again, once more sweeping for signs like those she found in the Orrery, when she discovered something in a far corner. Be it by luck or fate, she was wandering around when she felt her hoof smack something, and heard a sharp crack. Looking down to her rear, she noticed that one of the tiles had broken.
With a gasp, she quickly moved her hoof off, panicking, thinking that perhapse she had destroyed something critical. Moving in closer, she used her magic to levitate the destroyed stones up, taking everything below them up with it. Her face switched from a horrified mask of quick thinking, to a carefully show of focused study when she began to look under the stone, noticing that unlike the rest of the stones present, this one was places above a small hole, likely the only reason it broke.
Putting the broken stone down, she used her magic to try and pull whatever was in there out, and succeeded in finding a long, worn tube of paper. The scroll, as she decided to call it in lieu of its true name and its resemblance to a normal scroll, was brittle and weak from its abuse at the hands of the elements. She was very careful with it, making sure to slowly unroll it, keeping it together with magic rather than risk physical contact.
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>>454833 On it, were two separate articles, one written in a language she did not completely understand, but looked very familiar. The second was utterly alien and looked nothing like what she was expecting. As well-versed as she was in ancient languages, it was difficult to imagine that this could be so old as to have been written before the languages that she knew. She was sure Twilight Sparkle would have some translation books that Lyra could borrow, that pony had nearly everything in the Library catalogued with an exceptionally obsessive drive.
Carefully rolling it away, she put it in her saddlebag and collected the last of her items. She had enough, given she could get a translation, to get the bits and horsepower she needed to put a complete excavation into effect. The tent was stowed away in half an hour, and with enough recovered to keep her busy for a few weeks, Lyra took off at a brisk trot. It was getting late, and if she didn’t hurry she might be walking through the Everfree at night, an eventuality she was far from excited about.
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>>In medias res: Applejack leaning on a fence while slave cows pick apples. >>"Mighty fine job yer doin' there" >>Slave cows are unimpressed, princesses appalled. >>Ponyville secedes. >>First battle of the pony civil war fought in Applematox' fields. >>Pon E. Lee, General of the Everfree Confederacy, is sent to the moon. >>Surrender signed by hoof in Applemattox' front room. >>Gryphons still even bigger racist assholes.
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>>454853 It began easily enough. She made her way over the river with no harder than when she was going the opposite direction; however that was not to be a continuing trend. Lyra was in the middle of the pass when she heard it, and spinning around at the sound of falling rocks, her mouth went wide with shock as a Lion of gold twice the size of anything she had seen came to a majestic stop atop the pass, falling rocks nearly hitting Lyra. She tried to keep quiet, hoping not to be noticed, but one such rock landed not an inch from her, and she screamed in fear.
Immediately, the gaze of the beast settled on Lyra. With a nervous chuckle, she looked around, backing away. She didn’t wait for its reaction, darting at a full gallop away fearful for her life as the monster roared after her, the crash of stone as it slid down the steep slope, effectively falling, informed her that her quick escape was for the best.
She ran as fast as she could, not stopping for anything, the sounds of the Lion growing closer and closer by the second. Chancing a look back, she was distracted for a vital moment, and because of such, she tripped, her hoof catching on an exposed root. Flipping over, she landed uncomfortably on her back. For a brief moment, she was stunned, but when she regained her composure, her first thoughts went to her artifacts. With a gasp, she rolled over to the side that held her tools, and was flipped over the bags cover.
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>>456450 They were safe, which was good. However, the same could not be said for her. Lyra looked up in time to see the Lion slowly padding over towards her. Her knees shaking, she began to back away slowly, the lion licking its chops hungrily. She could see its eyes, the subtle gleam of anticipation, like a squirrel hoarding nuts for the winter, eagerly awaiting the moment to dig in.
There was a crash to her left, a tree limb breaking. The lion looked away, and in that brief opening, Lyra bolted, not bothering to look back a second time. She’d learned her lesson, and when the sounds of struggle grew more and more distant, she still refused to lessen her speed, too taken by terror and ready to be out of this forest.
The sun had set when he finally saw Ponyville again, and with her legs nearly giving out to exhaustion, she defaulted to a weak stumble, her weary knees buckling from the exhaustion that was staved off by the moment. With a groan, she collapsed then and there, too tired to continue on any further.
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>>456465 Lyra awoke to the sounds of hooves, and with a groggy start, looked up. She blinked a few times, sleep clouding her eyes, but eventually made out the figures of two ponies who’s identities she couldn’t quite call to mind.
“Uh, sorry. Had a rough night I guess,” she said in a groggy, tired voice. She tried to stand, her stiff limbs making it difficult, “Oooh, that hurts.”
“We saw you while we were in the park,” said one of them, Lyra’s vision coming into focus enough to notice that it was a bluish pony who was addressing her, “Are you all right? You look a little roughed up.”
“And smell it too,” said the other, this one white, “Phew, when was the last time you bathed?”
“Uhm, three days now, I think,” Lyra responded, stretching her limbs, “Was in the Everfree, camped out.” The look she received was pure astonishment and shock, beautiful for someone who’d just been in a horrible situation, “Trust me, you don’t know the half of it.” Was all she said, before heading off to get home.
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reposting into here>move to ponyville >manage to sleep in apple archers barn >hear a faint noise coming from the apple trees >applejack is leaning against a tree as you catch her in the middle of "mating season" >help her relief herself with your hands >next morning, she is laying beside you in the pile of hay >help out at the farm since human hands are better then hoofs >sweet apple archers is getting more business with more good apples >get hitched with applejack a year later, she looks pretty in her dress >go to bed lovingly snuggling her >wake up laying in your bed, snuggling with a gen 4 applejack doll >go to your shitty job > come home and load your gun >hear the echoing words of her calling you sugarcube as the pin flys forward
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>>456686 The walk to her house got easier as she moved, her limbs getting more limber after that exhausting run followed by collapse. She hadn’t even properly stretched afterwards, no wonder she was so darn tight. She’d have to get a nice long bath soon, just to get the cramps out. When she did get home, however, she was most supprised to see Bon-Bon sitting in the Kitchen, reading the morning paper.
“Oh!” Lyra said with a start, “Sorry, I must have the wrong hous- Wait, Bon-Bon?”
The other Ponie rose with a start, hardly finishing her mouthful, making excited noises akin to yelling in joy.
“Yeesh girl, calm down!” Lyra replied, “I’m all stinky and smelly. Trust me, don’t get too close.”
With a disgusted face, Bon-Bon took a step back and swallowed.
“Lyra, when you didn’t get back after that first day, I became seriously worried. I mean, I know it would take time but,” she paused, looking at her hooves, “I was just worried something had happened.”
“I’m alright,” Lyra responded with a smile, taking off her saddlebags and placing them on the table, “And it was well worth it too. Just look at these fragments I found!”
Lyra pulled the small chip and the larger side from her saddlebags, setting them on the table, beaming at Bon-Bon eagerly.
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>>456880 “This is just the tip of the Iceberg, too,” Lyra explained with barely contained enthusiasm, “These show that our people had contact with another race!”
“Lyra…” said Bon-Bon, apprehensively, “We already have contact with other species. What’s so different about this one?”
Lyra pointed at the figures, “Have you ever seen something like this? I have never seen a creature with a tall mane like that, that stand as so. I mean,” she motioned to their legs, “Their hooves aren’t even present! They had some other, strange feet. This isn’t like anything we’ve ever encountered before.”
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>>456893 Bon-Bon examined the pottery a good, long minuet before looking at Lyra, a confused expression on her face, “So, if they were in contact with us… Why haven’t we seen them?”
“Exactly my question,” Lyra replied, pulling out the final item, “And this scroll, in immaculate condition given the circumstances might I add, could be the clue. It has what I believe to be an old dialect of Ponykind.”
“That’s…” Bon-Bon paused, deep in thought, “A lot to digest. Wow. Good work, Lyra.”
“Oh, you ain’t seen nothing’ yet,” Responded the Aquamarine pony, “I’m headed to the Library later on today, see if I can’t decode some of this scroll. I’m hoping it proves to be the same document twice, written in another language, as this might be how we break through. Imagine, discovering a lost language!”
Lyra stopped and bit her lip, excitement building up inside of her like a soda shaken in the bottle. She felt ready to explode from the sheer level of importance of what she, alone, had discovered.
“Now, I’ll see you later. I’ve got a bath and some reading to do.” Lyra said, prancing off to the bathroom to freshen up, “Catch you at your place?”
Lyra hardly waited for the answer, and was already prepping her bath when she heard Bon-Bon leave. It took all of her self-discipline to just get presentable before she went to the library, otherwise she would have made a poor impression. She didn’t know Twilight that well, having only talked a few times occasionally. After getting the dirt out of her mane and coat, she dried herself off and bolted out the door, hardly bothering to unplug the bath, too excited was she. There was so much to do, and so little time!
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>>377997 oh god. I must finish this and post it.
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>>456907 Lyra barged into the Library, only really catching herself at the last second. She let out a small “Whoops” and gingerly stepped over towards the table, looking around for any sign of the Librarian. After a few seconds, Lyra shrugged and waltzed off into the maze of bookshelves, thinking the keeper was out and about. Lyra wasn’t sure what she was looking for, so she began with the obvious choice.
“A for Ancient…” she mumbled, looking over the spines of various books, “P for Pre-historic…” she grumbled and pulled a book off a shelf, “Ah! Yes! Lost Languages of Ponies! This is perfect!”
Lyra turned around just in time to slam facefirst into a purple Pony, who stammered and dropped a pile of books all over the floor. With a murmured sorry, Lyra schooched out of the way, and ran off with her find.
“Spike…?” asked the purple Pony, “What just happened?”
>And that's it for tonight. More to come soon. Hope you enjoyed! Trailduster
>>391580 If it's not too late in the thread, I think I'll take this scenario and roll a different direction on it than Unamazing Writefag (who's name is quite inaccurate, I'm quite enjoying his stuff)
Why won't this goddamn thing start?
>The Jeep sputters pitifully, before finally turning over, breaking the night silence. >Headlights and roof lights kick in and instead of the woods you had been camping in, you see an absolutely garish looking village ahead of you. What. The. Fuck.
If this entrance into poneland seems interesting to anyone, let me know, and I'll continue. I'm writing this all into the comment box, dirty old-school writefag style. Also name for easy ID.
Trailduster
>>457017 I'm bored waiting for a plane, so next part I shall write.
Alright, maybe I just got lost
>Searching for a map, all you end up finding in the glovebox is the solar charger-equipped backpack for your laptop, your dead cell phone, and the loaded Colt you brought along. >Time to ask some locals, shift the Jeep into drive. >noroadslol >You roll into the cobble-paved streets of the town only to see how much more colorful and ornate the buildings are. Jesus, is this some kind of carnival?
>Rolling towards the city center, hopefully there's a gas station here. >Lights turn on in a few buildings, mainly the big castle-looking complex that looked like something from your little sister's coloring books. Shit, well maybe someone can tell me where the jabbering hell am I?
>Kill the engine, lights stay on, overpowering the pitiful, natural lamps lining the streets. >Step out, stretching. Was I really driving that long? It seems like I just left a few minutes ago.
>A massive gate in the castle rises on chains, clinking noisily and again breaking the silence like a belated counterpoint to your engine's roar. >Figures begin to pour out at regular intervals. They look quadrupedal. I must have ended up at some circus or something.
>Grab the contents of the glovebox, stash them into your backpack, and begin approaching the strange, starlit display massing a few hundred feet ahead of you. >Though the lights on the Jeep don't reach that far, the closer you approach, the more you can make out the figures. >Horses. Small ones. Shetland ponies or something? Pffffft...they're wearing little suits of armor, how cute!
>A larger figure finally exits the backlit gate portal into the darkness, here's hoping its the ringleader of this insane midnight show. Hello? Are you running this circus...thing?
Trailduster
>>457201 "Who are you, stranger? You do not look like us."
>The glaring light from the gate keeps the tall, graceful silhouette confined to undecipherable shadow. Well if I knew what you looked like, maybe I could draw up some comparisons...
>Approach closer until you too enter the fan of bright yellow light. The figure is another...pony...but taller, with a lithe, sleek frame, and wings, with a unicorn horn. >Unicorn horn. >Horn. lolwutpear.jpg Ehem...uhhhh. I was just passing through. My phone GPS is dead and I don't happen to have a map. Is there a gas station nearby you could direct me to?
>Try not to look nervous, after all there are about a score of armored Shetland ponies (or something) surrounding you and a fucking unicorn up front. >Wait for a response from whoever the hell might be talking for this little assemblage. "Do not ignore my question, stranger. Who are you?"
>It was the same voice, but it came from the unicorn. >Nope.avi >Chuckly at the sheer insanity of this proposition, answer with a hint of sarcasm. Some rodeo clown or carnie is bound to jump out and laugh at the joke he's playing on me any second. Well, Mrs. Pony, I'm Anon. Could you show me where a gas station around here is?
"My name is Celestia. Princess. Celestia. And I'm not sure what you're asking."
Gas. Fuel. Petrol. I know I didn't leave the US, lady.
>This joke is getting old. Now if you're not gonna help me, I'll just get goin'.
"You're not going anywhere, stranger. Not until we get a better look at you."
>That voice was closer. I'd say about 2 feet away from me closer. Trailduster
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fieldtoolonglawl>What. >Another of the figures, similar in appearance to the haughty "princess", yet of different hue, stood no more than a yard from your side. "I've never seen anything like him, sister. We have to take him in! Guards!">The cute wittle pony army begins to close in. >This is some Animal Sematary shit right here. Whoa, hey, I'll just take off, my truck's right over there, ehe.>They're only a few feet away. The first unicorn speaks. "Don't resist our royal guard, stranger. We don't want to hurt you. You are strange to us and we wish to know more about you." Listen now you weird fucks. I don't EVEN want to know what's going on here, but if you don't step back...>Draw the Colt, racking the slide. >Guards approach unfazed. Stay the FUCK back, you weird ass ponies.>The first one grabs your leg >Panic and fear grasp you as surely as the other guards who attempt to hold you down. >Point the weapon in the air and fire once, ears ringing, eyes blinded by the startling flash. "He's got magic, sister. We have to subdue him!">Guns aren't supposed to light up purple and fling away at the speed of a fastball out of your hand. >And hands aren't supposed to be bound in purple glowy handcuff looking things. >And it's normal to not black out spontaneously.
Trailduster
>>457454 indecipherable. lol American can't into his own language. Well that's me testing the waters. A more "rugged" entrance into Equestria, if you will. If I get anyone interested, I have a plotline in my mind where the mane 6 get included and shit becomes a little more normal and less film noire.
Chroniclerfag
>>457541 Fuck that, keep up the noir feel. Humanity: Dragging the Grimdark into the setting, no matter the fucking setting.
Oh, and, work on your dialogues. Felt a little rigid.
Trailduster
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>>457590 T'was afraid of that. I was going for the regal feel to their dialogue but it came off a little robotic. Also I keep noticing I repeat words in close vicinity to each other. I'll work on it. My plane's still not here, so back into the breach:
Trailduster
Let's not do that again, whatever it was I did last night.>What DID I do last night. >These aren't my glasses. >This isn't the hotel room. >Short term memory, engage. >Begin pounding at the ornate wooden door after hastily checking whether it had been locked. Hey! I didn't mean to let it go off like that! Your talking ponies scared the shit out of me! I'll pay for the damage if I did any!>Doorframe glows purple and swings outward. >You don't have to ask me twice, bumrush through the entrance and out into a hallway. Your backpack is on a brass rack of some sort. >Grab it, search for the Colt. Magazine still inserted. Seven rounds left. "Wait!" Aha, yeah, FUCK THAT! "That feller ain't gonna make twenny paces 'fore the guards get him, Twi.">Fuck that, too. Point the automatic down the hallway, scanning for more of the pony patrol. >A quick glance behind you and you see a motley gathering of multicolored ponies, similar to the guards yet without the ridiculous Romanesque plate armor. >Sure enough, the pony police burst through the arch that had been your beeline to escape. >Eyes line up the blade sights. Two rounds squeezed off quickly at the nearest couple of guards.
Chris Hansen
>>457882 waitaminute.jpeg
Didn't the gun get flung out of his hand to an undisclosed location..?
And other then that, You guys are a great team. I wish i could type good.
Trailduster
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>Rewarded with a graze through the first one's wing (some of them are winged, too?) and a scattering of feathers. >A high-pitched scream sounds from down the hallway. >Prepare to pull off another few rounds when the realization strikes that the shell casings never hit the ground. >And the slide never returned to load another round. >And both the weapon and its spent cases were glowing purple. Herewegoagain.swf>This time, though, the disarmament is accompanied by a painful smack against the cold stone wall as your hand is pinned, like a magnet. >Followed by your other hand, both now grinding against the rock hard up above your head and drawing scratches over the backs of your hands. >Struggling like an animal in a trap, the pastel nightmare of ponies from down the hall reaches you. >A yellow, winged pony is bandaging the wing of the guard you desperately clipped a little short. >A blue one is examining your now-freed handgun, eying it as one would a poisonous snake. "I tooooold you it was magic designed to hurt people">Kind of a gruff voice for a girl. Was it a girl? Were these other animals girls? Not really on my top list of questions right now. "We WEREN'T going to hurt you. Why did you do that? You could have...">A purple pony, apparently the one holding you in the magic kung-fu grip from her similarly-glowing unicorn horn, cut her admonishment short. Pink and white ones stared at you darkly from as far away from you as the hallway would allow. Weren't going to hurt me? What was that static last night? You goddamn kidnapped me! And I'm getting tired of talking to your little ponies. Whoever's out there, I want to see you face-to-face.
A happy reader
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>>457963 HEY. THAT WAS MY /b/ NAME. DICK.
Trailduster
>>457963 They had put it back in his backpack after presumably picking it up the night before. Sorry, should have said he found it in the pack.
Anonymous
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>FIRELORD OZAI, YOU AND YOUR FOREFATHERS HAVE DEVASTATED THE BALANCE OF THIS WORLD, AND FOR THAT YOU WILL PAY THE ULTIMATE PRICE
Chris Hansen
>>457994 Is cool. I just nit pick. Our doing good. I wonder where the other guy went...
On a side note, RP'ing with you must be... Interesting.
A happy reader
I am not Chris Hansen. A happy reader Thu 08 Mar 2012 13:21:00 No. 458034 Report Quoted By:
Chris Hansen
>>458015 DISREGARD THAT, I SUCK COCKS
A happy reader
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>>458066 Yes you do, after hoarding all the little boys, you then give them a BJ.
Trailduster
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"Listen guy, I don't know WHAT the hey you're talkin' bout. We're the only ones here, 'sides the guards. And the princesses.">An orange pony in a hat not unlike the one you have (had? who knows?) gives you a much colder stare than you thought possible from those huge, bright eyes. The princesses! Let me talk to them. You gotta let me talk to them.>Purple shakes her head. "I don't think so- not after what you just did. We WERE taking you to her so we could explain what's happened to you, but you just burst out like some sort of pale, hairless bear and hurt one of the princesses' guards!">White chimes in "I simply don't know which barbaric corner of Equestria YOU'RE from, but here, we speak. And with manners, I might add. Quite frankly, I'm surprised a naked bear like YOU could talk.">I am not a fucking bear. White, you're next in line when I get out of this purple binding. >Thoughts of being magic-roofied again and waking up to lather-rinse-repeat the last night's happenings again surge through my head. Hey, alright. I'm not a bear. I'm not a monster. That handgun isn't magic. It's not. I was just defending myself- your guards can understand that, right? I'm not some brute coming here to hurt you, I just...ended up here. I came in my Jeep and was just passing through. >Pink one stifles a giggle. "Jeep. That's a silly word. Jeeeee-eep." Yeah, if you'd just let me speak to someone, I can help you and you can help me sort things out. "I will listen to you, stranger, but I must say you've tried my patience.">It was the princess from last night.
Trailduster
>>458015 It might be. I've never really RP'ed. Always interests me, though. I'm a strange amalgamation of /k/, /o/, /tg/, and /mlp/.
"I, and, more importantly my guard, will be willing to let that terrible display of magic be bygones if you tell me everything you know about how you got here, starting with your name. Right now."
Well like I said, it isn't magic- it's just a Colt. (uh, bad choice of words)
>Pink one again snerking. "If that's a colt, I'm a magic cauldron!"
>Let's leave firearms 101 to a later date. Like maybe in the neighborhood of never if I can leave this place quickly. Um...well, I'm Anon, I was going camping, and with a few friends if I remember. But as the sun set my truck stalled, and when I got it going I ended up here. Figured I'd ask some of you for directions back to Highway 66, but your guards ambushed me.
"You have my apologies for that, Anon. We weren't expecting you to react the way you did. And quite honestly, I'm glad I put you out before you could use that...Colt, was it? against us."
Well QUITE HONESTLY, princess, I wasn't expecting to meet a town full of talking ponies and unicorns.
"And pegasi, too!"
>Blue is now floating, wings flapping idly, a few feet to your right. And...pegasi. Where am I?
>Purple gives you an "r u srs?" look. "You're in Equestria, Canterlot to be exact. The capital of our wonderful land!"
That doesn't sound like anywhere in Arizona to me.
Trailduster
>White wrinkles nose in disgust. "Our-i-zonah?" Nevermind. Point is, this looks like a small misunderstanding. Caused by a pretty big misunderstanding. I'm here now, and I have no idea how to get back. This is clearly a world not connected to mine. "Sharp for a bear.">Shut up, blue... "You are correct, Anon. But perhaps though are worlds are not the same, it is some magic from your world that linked us together.">How do I break it to them that Arizonans, and quite likely, all humans, don't have magic? Here goes. We don't have magic.>White looks aghast. "At all?" At all. "But how in Equestria could you DO anything? MAKE anything? BE anything?" I could ask you the same thing, what with those hooves you ponies have.>Glare from White. >At this time most of the guards have left, taking their wounded, and to your chagrin, your handgun, with them. The princess looks at you sternly. "Anon, I want to trust you. Obviously I cannot give you your "Colt" back, but you may keep your other possessions, as if what you say is true, none of them pose any magical danger. I would keep you here so we can better settle this..." "...Affront to the royal power!">It's the other winged unicorn. Those daggers she's staring into me feel pretty damn cold. "Luna, it's alright. This is Anon. He doesn't want to hurt anyone." "Tell that to the guard.">She tightens Purple's magic grip and introduces one around my neck. The crushing pain of my larynx compressing was agonizing. "LUNA!">Grip released completely. Have to massage my throat just to croak out a few words. It was an accident...Luna. "PRINCESS Luna." Princess Luna. It was an accident. I just want to get home, or at least somewhere peaceful where I can get some sleep and maybe a bite to eat.
A happy reader
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>>458321 You would like it. If you enjoy doing this, then you would enjoy a good old RP.
Also, I may help out after you post the next one.... I'm no writer, but one thing i do have. One hell of an imagination. Will be short though... just to see if i could match up to the tone.
A happy reader
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>>458431 But first, i need to remember how to green text. Being banned for a year didn't help that.
Trailduster
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>>458431 "You'll be getting just that, Anon. As I was saying before my sister...entered..."
>Slight frown from Celestia at Luna "I would keep you here but for the uproar it would cause. Despite what the truth may be, my ponies are scared here in Canterlot. You will be returning with some of my best subjects, and closest friends."
>Introduction to Purple, White, Pink, Orange, Yellow, and Blue Trailduster
Sorry for breaking it into multiple posts, I keep getting the "our system thinks your spam" error. Is there a no-post list of words on this board?
A happy reader
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I think its all boards....
A happy reader
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>> 458658 derp, ment to say, They have not posted a public list as of yet... Nor do i think they will any time soon. Given as it is 4chan.
Trailduster
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"I hope that where you will be going will be a kinder place to you than the capital of my kingdom, and it is my wish that you will stay long enough to come to an understanding with us.">My throat hurts. >Too much to protest. Sounds good to me.
Trailduster
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>It actually does compared to this looming castle, despite the fact that you haven't an idea what or where you may be going. "I wish you good health and good luck. I know I will be seeing you soon.">The princesses leave you with the six assigned to take you to with them.
Trailduster
God, this is getting annoying. I'm having to scan my writing to see if anything even resembles something that isn't postable, and having to chop up my writing. Dammit.>Twilight steps up to you and looks at her friends. "Well girls, looks like we have a new friend here.">A few nervous comments between the other five. Um, can we get my Jeep?>Pinkie Pie yet again finds my choice in off-road vehicle amusing from the sounds of her giggles.
Anonymous
A happy reader
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>>458746 For lulz, make em ride in it.
Trailduster
I'm resorting to putting invisible characters in words that may be inflammatory. Here goes.>Reach the outer gate where the old Jeep is still sitting, Pinkie bouncing along merrily while the others, a bit more solemnly, trot at a brisk pace around me. >Rainbow Dash perks up at the "Wow, that thing IS pretty cool! I dig the color, man!">pic related, what I figured is a stereotypical Jeep Yep, she's my baby.>Strange look from Twilight. "Your...baby? It's alive?" Nononono, figure of speech, Pur- I mean Twilight Sparkle. "You can call me Twilight, or Twi." Aight, Twi. I suppose you all are gonna need a ride? Hop in.>Fluttershy speaks up for the first time in just the most adorable, timid voice you've heard. "But...who will be pulling it if we ALL sit in it?" The Jeep will. It doesn't need anyone to pull it. "Magic?" Twilight, I told you we don't have magic. It's just a complex machine. Powered by a chemical. "Oh.">Somewhat crestfallen. >Everyone climbs into the open-topped vehicle, except for Rainbow Dash. "I gotta see this to believe it, Anon. Make that thing move." Oh, I'll make it move, Rainbow Dash. Just you watch.>Turn key. >Delicious AMC V8 roars into life. >Few shouts of surprise and a muffled squeal from (what I assume was probably) Fluttershy, "IS IT SUPPOSED TO MAKE THAT HORRID NOISE?!?">Oh Rarity. Yeah, s'normal.
A happy reader
>>458847 You sir, have made my day.
Trailduster
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>Transmission clunks into drive. I dunno if you ponies use seatbelts, but if you do, put 'em on.>Engine revs to 2500 >Get going at a brisk pace and flip a U to head out of town. "NO. WAY. Anon was right. IT'S PULLING ITSELF.">Rainbow Dash is flying alongside, mouth agape. >Laugh on the inside at stunning a bunch of magical ponies with a rustbucket CJ-5. >What if I had a Ferrari? >Rainbow Dash fold up her wings gracefully and plops down in the rear seat between Applejack and Fluttershy. Rarity and Twilight are sharing the front bench seat and Pinkie Pie is rifling through my things in the trunk area. Which way am I going?>Sign passes by. >PONYVILLE with an arrow pointing to a smaller, dirt road. Derp, answered my own question. "You know Derpy Hooves?" No, Pinkie, its another expression. "What a weirdo Anon is!">Ponies have a good laugh at my expense while we rattle along the trail to whatever this Ponyville place is. Although the castle in the shrinking background looks a lot less threatening during the day, I find myself content to be away from the place
WellWellWell !!26psHisHTWT
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>>377923 THAT DISPENSER IS A GHOST
Anonymous
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>see pony >its fluttershy Hi fluttershy>"H-hi anon" >open the door, get on the floor, everybody walk the dinosaur.
Trailduster
>>458889 We all know deep down if we had car in Equestria we'd be making ponies shit brix by driving them around in it. Also forgive the random minor errors, like our/are and incorrect tense. I'm getting tired but I'm too much in the groove right now to stop. And my plane still isnt' here. So on we march.
>Anus clenching as the needle on the fuel gauge drops to the menacing red "E". >Come on you old bastard, at least drive me to a warm bed and some food. >Sun is setting on a rather idyllic forest to the east, and I can't help but feel at ease. The girls were all really into the car, and I don't think I could have had a better tool at my disposal to break the ice than the Jeep. "I can SMELL it! We're almost home!"
>Pinkie is slowly clambering over seats in an attempt to get to the front >Steps on my lap and slips, hitting just about every button on the dash. >Windshield wipers. >Headlights >CD Player begins howling "ONE TOKE OVER THE LINE SWEET JESUS, ONE TOKE OVER THE LINE, SITTIN' DOWNTOWN IN A RAILWAY STATION..." >Goddomot Ponkie Whoa, Pinkie, watch out
>Twilight desperately using her magic to manipulate dials and buttons, making things quite worse. >Pinkie crashes into back seat, Rainbow Dash howling irritably at the commotion that interrupted her little nap on the way. >I complete damage control, turn everything off. >We all start laughing. A happy reader
>>459075 I would not mind trading Skype info with you man.Teaching you how RP and then RP'ing, and random stories all up in this shit. But, if you do not wish to do so, understandable.
Trailduster
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>>459075 >Come on, I can even see the town, baby o' mine don't run out of gas. >Lolnope >The fuel-hungry V8 begins sputtering and coughing like some sort of Wacky Racers cartoon. Shit.
"What's going on, Anon. It's making a different sound."
Yeah Twi, we're ah, out of gas.
>Inevitable snicker from the more immature ponies in the truck. No seriously. Remember that chemical I mentioned that this thing uses instead of magic? I ran out.
"That's no problem! I can just create some more. What is it? Water? Mud? Cooking oil? I was at the top of my alchemy class when I studied in Canterlot."
Thanks, Twi, but it's a little more complicated than that. It's a derivative of complex hydrocarbons.
"Oh, tell me more about it Anon! That sounds just...fascinating!"
>Rarity yawns, a little wider and louder than would appear normal. "Spare us the science lessons, Mr. Bear. We do have hooves and it's only a few minutes away."
How about you all get out and push me?
>Suddenly, six pony stares burning holes through my head. Walking it is.
Trailduster
>>459178 Heh, I actually don't have a Skype account, but it couldn't hurt to make one. I'll be off the plane early tomorrow and I'll see if I can't install it on my desktop. I assume you'll be around? (I'm kinda hoping this thread doesn't just 404 by the time the stewardess says I can turn on my electronic devices again.) Into the breach!
>Rarity was right, just a brief walk into the town. >This looks like a miniaturized carnival too. Definitely something to be said about pony architecture. >Getting dark, and I haven't ACTUALLY slept for two days, notwithstanding that nice little forced nap Celestia put on me earlier. "Anon, you're certainly free to stay with any of us, but I do have a spare room that I had Spike set up for you in my house."
Thanks Twi, that sounds great!
>Actually even sleeping in that big red barn over by that orchard sounds good at this moment. Uh, who's Spike?
"He's Twilight's daaaarling little assistant, dear. A baby dragon, and cute as can be."
>Say wha, Rarity? >Pinkie nudged Rarity aside with an enormous grin "And he likes Rarity too!"
>He. >Besides the guards, that will be the first male I've seen here. This should be interesting. >Chorus of goodbyes, all six ponies seemingly jovial for being around a man who just shot someone. Must have been the Jeep >Ponies dig Jeeps A happy reader
>>459316 Cool. I'll leave my Skype info here. "dog2man" thats So, where you headed?
Anonymous
>Wake up in Ponyville >Cool >Become instant best friends with everyone >Stay at Twilight's house >Go on awesome adventures >Life is good >One day at breakfast, Spike asks how humans are made >Exchange nervous glances with Twilight >Twilight drags a protesting Spike out abruptly >Stare at wall for a bit. >Months go by, life is still good. >Miss parents and relatives >Sadface >Pinkie Pie notices >Gives you a hug >Throws awesome party >Life kicks ass again
Anonymous
>>459393 >Weeks go by >Go for a jog one day >Wear sweatpants >Rest at a tree >Oh look Twilight >Realize there are no female humans in Equestria >Realize out of whack hormones >Realize erection >Twilight inquires about "The point in your pants" >Ummmmmm..... >... >It's a horn... >awkward pause... >Twilight asks if she can see it >... >... >...No >Months go by >Rainbow Dash zooms up to you >She asks "If you wanna ride?" >... >Does she mean... >Oh flying! >StupidHormones.jpg >Ride bareback >Retrieve mind from mental gutter >She takes off >Hang on for dear life >This is awesome >Life is good Anonymous
>>459420 >Years go by >Doubts form in mind >You believe you haven't done anything important >You don't think anything matters >Run away >Nighttime >Full moon >SadFace.jpg >Mane 6 appear >Ask if you're alright >Confess you don't think anything matters >... >Twilight tells you friendship matters >Bwaa.jpg >Happyface.jpg >Epic hugs ensue >Years go by >Life is wonderful >Realize you age slower here >Age with mane 6 >Have awesome adventures >Life is wonderful >Time passes >Grow old >Reflect on life >... >It was wonderful >Sun set's in distance >No regrets >Wouldn't have it any other way >... >Close eyes for the last time >Happily The end.
A happy reader
>>459453 PLOT TWIST, you wake up to find out you were in a coma.
Anonymous
>>459475 Silly reader, that's not how the story ends
A happy reader
>>459504 Yeayeayea.. At first i was all like. Oh. It's a porn one. Then. it wasn't.
Trailduster
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>>459316 Couple more, my plane got delayed, but not THAT delayed.
>Sitting in a side room of the quite mind boggling tree library that Twilight lives in. >Looking at dead cell phone, dead laptop, and a backpack solar charger with no sun to charge it. Where the fuck am I...
"You're in Ponyville, man!"
>Books rustling downstairs. That was rhetorical, Spike.
"Rhe-?"
Nevermind, Spike.
>Couple fries short of a Happy Meal, that dragon. >Gazing again at the contents of my backpack, my mind wanders to the one missing piece, the Colt. >A somewhat uneasy feeling washes over me while I think about the weapon, all the worse now that I had been forcibly parted from it. >Without much more contemplation, sleep overtakes me like a kite in a storm. Anonymous
>>459515 I can't tell if you're disappointed or not.
I hope not.
Trailduster
>>459374 I'm flying from Las Vegas to Flagstaff, AZ on a charter plane. Snow in northern Arizona, so all the small flights like mine got delayed a few hours. Couuuuuple more here and I better get going.
>Wake up a little earlier than everyone else. I'm used to 4:30 alarm clocks- one of the shitty things about being a shop welder. >Sit around grumbling to myself until sunrise. I quickly set up the solar panel on the back of the pack and plug in the phone and computer. >At least I'll be living in the 21st century today. >KNOCK KNOCK >KNOCK KNOCK >I'm not one to go around answering the door at other people's houses, but no one is goddamn answering it. >Door swings open, grey pegasus with...a lazy eye? No, conceal that smirk anon, ponies must have...special people too. >Basket hanging from her mouth, handle grasped in her teeth. "Iiiii der. I braf you fum muffinf. I'm durry"
Derpy? So you're derpy?
>Still with the basket in her mouth. "Oo I know you?"
No, no forget it, Twilight just mentioned you.
>Finally sets it down. "Well, welcome tah Ponyville. I'm tha mailmare and I do lotsa other stuff too."
>Few minutes of pleasantries and I return to unwrap my loot. >Muffin heaven. >By this time, Twilight and Spike had gotten up too. >Begrudgingly share and finish in time to hear drrrrrrooooooiiiiiIIIIIIIIIID sound from my phone. >Twilight, a little baffled, stares at it with all the astonishment of a Medieval knight seeing his first Blu-Ray movie. It's like those letter you told me about. But again, instead of music, its a machine.
>Considered explaining radio waves to Twilight, but 1. I'm no technician and 2. I really don't feel like explaining the intricacies of phone carriers to a pony and a dragon in a tree at 7:00 AM. Not before a cigarette, at least. A Slightly Insane Writer
I am happy reader A Slightly Insane Writer Thu 08 Mar 2012 15:33:00 No. 459689 Report Imma give this a stab...
(Main guys name is, budd
>Wake up one morning to the usual day, buy the same old alarm. >Get up and dress in same old work clothes and prepare to head out >Grabs bike keys, helmet, and wallet on the way out. > Starts heading towards work, but there is a traffic jam that is backed up to the entrace
Ah shit. I'll be late for work at this rate...
>Remembers an old tunnel that hasn't been used recently but remains open, that exits close to your work. >Driving through tunnel, the road is in disrepair, and there are potholes everywhere. >Your front wheel gets snagged in a giant pot hole. >You get knocked out for a while >>459599 No, i was happy. They ruin the fun.
Trailduster
>>459618 >music magic. Goddammit, go to bed Trailduster. Just one more and I think I'm out. Gonna do some hardcore napping in the cramped cockpit of whatever piece of shit Cessna they have for me.
>Check cell phone. No weather, 4G, phone signal, nothing. >WHAT IS AN AMERICAN TO DO!?! >Figure it works as a nice time telling device and could probably impress some more ponies, so slip it into pocket. >Twilight is making a list of things she'll be doing today. >We have a term for people like that where I come from. Obsessive compulsive personality. >But she has an endearing quality. Twilight's probably the only one interesting in hearing you blab about the internal combustion engine or the finer points of digital media. "So Anon, I heard you have a cart that PULLS itself, and that you ponies...ahem you guys rode it all the way from Canterlot!"
Eeyup, its just outside of town, Spike.
"Can I ride in it? Better yet can I drive it?"
Sorry Spike, it's not working right now.
>Look of disappointment only a baby dragon could give. As soon as I gas it back up I'll give you a ride. Happy?
>Oh he is. "Let's get going, Anon!" We don't want to keep Rarity waiting. She asked for help with some of her latest work and she wants to see how those (you called them fingers, right?) fingers work.
>Christ, the one with the bear jokes. Herewego.jpg I'm comin'.
>Hands in pockets, flexing my fingers as though they suddenly seemed very out of place in this world. Annnnnd that's all folk(s)! At least for now. I can hear a fucking go-kart engine out on the taxiway that sounds like my charter, and the screen is beginning to blur. I'll be back on my home computer with the same name. Hope y'all enjoyed it- it was kind of out of the blue for me.
Trailduster
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Also one last sidenote, I realize I changed perspective somewhere down the line in my tale.Derp. My bad- I'm gonna keep it first person from here on out. Feels more like an old crime-novel that way.
A Slightly Insane Writer
>>459689 ... So, that's what i get for typing after not sleeping for about two days. Huh. I swore i spelt Damn right. I ALWAYS spell that right.
>About two hours later you wake up. Gah, shit... What happened...
>You inspect the crash and remember what happened and thanked god that you had your helmet... Or whats left of it now. Ah shit. I'm fucking late...
>you think about just going home, but decide ageist it. Fuck. the boss man wouldn't care if i got shot and mugged. He would still fire me.
>You pick up your bike, and feel a sharp pain in your left arm.... You think it's broken... >You proceed to check the bike Good no wheel damage.
>You decide you would walk your bike out of the tunnel for a safe measure. >You finnaly get to the end of the tunnel, but something is amiss. Wasn't it... LIGHT out when i left...? Couldn't have been out for more then two hours... And i don't remember a forest being here...
>you walk around the forest untill you see a sign. >* THIS WAY TO PONYVILE* Ponyvile? Never herd of it.
>You decide to go back the way you can when suddenly a shadowed figure appears (My zecora speak ain't that great.. so sorry)
"Whom are you, to rome these hollowed wood's so late in the afternoon?"
>The figure steps closer, you can see it's on all fours. Umm, I'm lost, can you give me some directions..?
"I shall try to be of help, but i fear i may be unable to help"
>You discern that the speaker IS indeed a female, and for some reason likes to rhyme a lot. Well, i crashed in the old tunnel, and i kinda need some one to look at my arm. I think I broke it.
*Side note*
I would like it if who ever is reading to point out my errors, so i can learn what i typed wrong. Unless it's so goddamned obvious that it's a typo.
Anonymous
>>459999 Your rhyming is fucking terrible, bro.
A Slightly Insane Writer
>>459999 (It sucks. Bad. Wanted to try zecora.. NEVER AGAIN.) >>460240 I know. It's not like i rhyme all the damn time. Wait. OH NOW I CAN RHYME. "Follow me back to Ponyville. There we can put a cast on your arm."
>the figure starts walking in the direction the sign was pointing. >after what seems to be 20 minutes you can see the sun >you can see that the figure is actual a striped quadrupedal being. You thing she resembles a zebra. >She stops and points towards a small town. "If you strive down this path, out at Ponyville you will arrive."
Ah, thank you miss.
>you walk down the path wondering if you hit your head too hard when you crashed. And think you should get that check out at the hospital too.. >As you get closer you can see buildings.. At.. Least you THINK they are buildings... >Upon getting to the exit of the forest, you see a shack.and a Yellow winged beast. You start walking towards the yellow one, when it spots you It screams. >you wonder what you did to scare it, and look to see whats wrong. >Your arm is drenched in blood. Oh.
>You realize you can't really feel your left arm. Ah, shit. I need help.
>As you were saying this, a rainbow colored beast appeared. What the...
"Wait, Did you just talk"
I think I'm the one who should be saying that, rainbow beast...
"Its not rainbow beast it's rainbow DASH."
SORRY, I kinda fucked up my arm and am currently running on low blo...
>You start to topple towards Rainbow. >rainbow catches you and starts asking whats wrong. >You start fading in and out on conciseness. >As you start regaining conciseness, you can see the Rainbow one looking at you confused. >You try to swat her out of your face, but can't lift your arm. A Slightly Insane Writer
>>460348 >you look at your and see it is in a cast. Uggg... What happened..?
>Another strange beast walks out. You assume from it getup,that it's the doctor. "You lost a lot of blood and passed out on dear Rainbow Dash over there. If it weren't for her you would be dead.
>I tilt my head towards my the Rainbow colored one. You think its name was "Dash" or something. *grunts* Thanks... I guess.
"Well you kinda did pass out on top of me."
U..huh. Sorry bout that. Loss of blood and all that. But. What i am wondering is. What do you REALLY look like?
"Uhhh, What do you mean"
>Dash looks at you confused. Well, Either i am in a different world, or your a talking pony like creature.
>She looks at you like you am insane. So, I take it, another world..
>She starts laughing, but stops soon after the door opens. *end for now*
I need sleep. if you want more, i may do more. But, IMO, this is not that great so far...
Anonymous
>>460505 >Either i am in a different world, or your a talking pony like creature ... Yeah, get some sleep bro.
A Slightly Insane Writer
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>>460531 yea.
sleep sounds good. night mommy.
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>>459999 >rhyme help with help An author who is truly insane you are, but still not the worst I've seen, by far. Keep at your work and you may yet prevail, for through practice does your talent become hale.
A good nights sleep should leave you refreshed to attack this thread with only your best.
Anonymous
Chroniclerfag
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Dang, sure glad I've been bumping with Content. Trailduster isn't half bad. Slightly Insane, go find some rope and go to Odin.
Anonymous
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>>459618 For the love of God keep this thread alive. This is the good shit, and most definitely will try to read a bit when I get back from my night shift - finish at around 1000 GMT, so keep bumping this mother!
Anonymous
>>459764 Back for a few bits. Jesus cunting Christ I thought our Cessna was gonna get fucking struck by lightning last night. Also wanted to ask anyone that's reading what they thought of the direction. I was kind of going a little grimdark at first, as hard as it is to do in this setting, but things got a little more light-hearted. I've found that if I make the main character an angry, gun-toting douche I'm not likely to have much positive interaction with the ponies. Any suggestions? Get a little darker again, or maintain course? Anyways...
>Carrying what I'd guess to be about 3 metric fucktons of fabric of assorted material and color. >Goddamn these ponies can carry a lot on those little backs of theirs. "Getting tired, anon? I didn't even give you a saddlebag!"
Twilight, if you so much as even SUGGEST I wear a saddlebag, I'll go tell Pinkie that you've been hiding sweets in the bindings of books in your library.
>Whywouldyoudothat face from Twilight. >Spikes begins laughing. Apparently he rides around everywhere on her back because his little dragon-midget legs aren't very long. A perverse image of me riding a pony around in ease and comfort brings a smile to the corners of my mouth. >After a short en-route class explaining how a solar trickle charger works after Twilight had noticed your backpack, you show up at Rarity's. >Some sort of commotion, complete with comical crash and boom noises. >Shorter, smaller (maybe a kid? a filly perhaps?) pony with colors similar to Rarity's dashes out of the front door of the carousel-shaped house with bolt of fabric in her mouth. "SWEEEEEEEEEEEETIEEEEEEEE BEEEEEEEEELLE"
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>>465810 Fuck you captcha for stealing my name. THAT WAS MY WRITING NAME. MY. WRITING. NAME.
>By this time I had ceased scoffing at the sheer lunacy of these ponies' names, but "Sweetie Belle" is ridiculous. >I begin to chuckle at the scene. "Oh theeeeeere you are darling. I quite thought you were never coming!"
>Rarity stood in the doorway, a purple dress and glasses on. >What determines if and when they wear clothes? >Add that to ever-increasing list of questions about ponies. "Blame Anon here, Rarity. He took too long."
I'm gonna wring your scrawny neck, Spike. You're the one that wouldn't stop ogling my truck when we passed it on the way here.
>Sheepish grin emerges on Spike's face. "Well not to worry, not to worry. We have a looooot of work to do, and I'm ever so glad you brought Anon along. He could show us a thing or two with his bear paws."
>Annnnnnnd there's the first joke of the morning. It's gonna be a long day, Anon. >Early afternoon, haven't been helping much. Mainly they've just had me lifting things, or entertaining them with the wonders of opposable digits. >Having me count to ten on my fingers, "pulling off my thumb", other inane crap. >Bear joke count is up to something like 7 or 8. I don't even look like a bear. More like a monkey, I'd say, humans being of simian origin and all. >Tell this to Rarity. She seems convinced otherwise. Maybe she's never seen an ape. Trailduster
>Pinkie drops (hops?) by, leaving a basket of candy and pastries. How do you ponies not all have diabetes from all this junk food?>inb4 Pinkie, you are diabeetus "Diabeetees? Is that a human disease? I assure you we don't have anything of the sort. I can show you a few medical primers on pony physiology if you'd like.">Oh Twilight, u so geeky. >Spike utters quietly into my ear. "I like the female pony anatomy ones.">Twilight overheard. Frown of the eons. "Spike, have you been getting into the books for grown-up ponies again?">Spike hides behind my leg, mouthing "help" >Shit. No Twi, that was me. Just curious is all. Spike told me where to find them.>Instead of the evil frowns you expected, Twilight giggles at me and Rarity shoots me a glance of what I could only describe as mischief. >Uncanny how these ponies match our human expressions. I can even read their body language pretty well, although getting used to them putting things in their mouths all the time will take awhile. (inb4 innuendo, don't worry, there will be little to no clopping in this tale unless it seems appropriate)
Anonymous
Bumping for more ( I envy you writefriends).
Trailduster
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>>466452 I'll be writing a little more later. I'm in a fucking campaign meeting right now. I hate being a political flunkie.
Trailduster
...so is this thread dead? Have we picked its bones clean and moved onto another? If we have a link would be sweet.
Chroniclerfag
>>471869 Nope, I'm still posting here nightly until we hit autosage. Till then, still alive.
That, or someone tells me to STFU.
Anonymous
>>472767 Speak the Fuck up. We want MOAR!
Chroniclerfag
>>473140 Then moar you shall have! I'm writtan moar as we speak.
Anonymous
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>Day 503 in Equestria >You wake up, your head pounding from all the drinking you did with your rainbro last night >you stretch out on your bed to feel something foreign and new at the bottom >Rainbro? >You scratch your head as you try to remember last nights events and why your bro was sleeping at the bottom of your bed. >As your brain struggles to put one and one together you hear a floor board creek from outside your bedroom >ohfuck.jpg >You notice that there is a breeze in your house, the front door was open, you could hear it banging open and closed. >Your heart pounding you jump out of bed, suddenly you notice your bro is up now and making her way towards the door. >"Shhhh anon, it's probably fluttershy, I get rid of her" >Such a fucking bro. >you give her a thumbs up as she walks outside the door >Suddenly you hear a blood curdling scream and you see dash pinned to the floor by applejack and fluttershy >Still in shock you've completely frozen >you see applejack rip off a large chunk of rainbro's wings with one bite >Fluttershy has ripped open Rainbros chest cavity and are now plundering her ribs for the meat. >You hear dash say one thing before she pass' out from the pain >"A-....Anon...R..Ruuun" >That's when it fucking hits you "They're eating her... and then they're going to eat me... OHH MY GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWDDD"
Trailduster
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>>472767 Alrighty. Let me get a few beers in me to wash the image of Gingrich's face out of my head, then I'll write a little more.
Chroniclerfag
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>>473578 Say, what's going on in this Newt Gingrich thread?
Unamazing Writefag
Fuck. I can't think of anything right now. No content from me today...
Chroniclerfag
>>475096 Don't worry. The Chronicler shall get stuff out soon. Hitting an impass of how I want the scroll to read. So far, my mind is settling on a treaty, perfect to act as a Rosette's Stone.
Trailduster
>>475096 I'm getting mad writer's block too. Dunno where to go with my story or how to get it a little darker again, kinda wrote myself into a happy corner. I'll be putting some thought into something soon.
Chroniclerfag
>>475376 Send it into the realm of what humans do best: Crisis management. Some disaster hits Ponyville, and while the Mane 6 try to figure WTF out, you come in and use what you know to help get things back on track.
Just inject humanity into the situation, minus shooting everything and declairing yourself the Master Race. Make the tough calls that are morally gray.
Trailduster
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>>475414 Damn, man, that's ingenious. Cooking something up right now...
Chroniclerfag
>>475129 >And now, we get to my specialty. But trust me, I'm not gonna grimderp all over the place. You'll see soon. Lyra nearly collided with the door as she scrambled to get it open, pushing it open with her shoulder as she undid the latch at the last second, kicking the door closed with a powerful slam. Her heart was racing, not from the run back home, but from the excitement. She carefully unrolled the scroll, glad to see it still safe. The cracked and dry parchment was stiff, but she had time. Eventually, it came to a wide enough range where she could begin to decode what was there.
All it took was flipping through the book she had gotten from the Library and spotting key words to realize the significance of this document. Multiple times, words such as “Agreement” and “peace” showed up, leading her to predict that, most likely, this was a legal document and perhaps even a treaty. If this was the case, she had hit pay dirt, so to speak. The sheer volumn of information available and diversity of words she would be able to decode meant that she might have a primitive encyclopedia established fairly quickly.
As she began to read in to it, she found something she wasn’t expecting: War. This wasn’t a treaty between two nations to settle trade disputes; it was to end a conflict, one that from the preamble, she inferred left a fowl taste in the mouths of those at the table.
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Alright, time for an epic adventure.>Pinkie pie is throwing a kickass party for the mane 6 and a half >The farmhand brings cider >Ponies drink themselves silly, Pinkie seems unfazed >The rowdy increases >Spike get's kind of nervous >Drunk Twilight starts petting him >Weirdedout.jpg >"Spike, your scales are so...beautiful..." >She's almost crying >Suddenly Applejack! >She and Twilight dance >Fluttershy is passed out with her head in a flower pot >Rainbow Dash is hugging the fuck outta gummy >Rarity walks over to Spike >Asks him if he wants to come over to the boutique >Spike stares blankly... >Spike asks dancing Twilight if it's a good idea >Twilight now very serious looking >"Do it Spike...Do it for me!" >Almost tears >... >Spike wonders if he'll need therapy later on in life >They go to the boutique.
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>Wake up in Equestria >Meet Twilight Sparkle and get bearings >Explain you would like to return to Earth >Twilight sets up an audience for you with Celestia >Ask Celestia to send you back to Earth >"LOL, what's an Earth?" >Explain Earth >"Sorry, Anon, no can do. How about the moon?" >Go home with Twilight dejected
Chroniclerfag
>>475652 “By the edict of Captain Arkadios, Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, all hostilities are to end immediately. Following the ending of hostilities, Captain Arkadios is to be provided provisions for continued efforts in the Everfree Forest in the form of nourishment. The Pegasi (Under the command of General Stormcloud) are likewise to refrain from further harassment and to return to previous stations.”
Lyra looked up from her hastily scribbled translation, looking at it with a sort of dim understanding. She had never even heard of violent conflict in the history of the Ponies. As far as she was aware, even at their worst, the Pegasi had only ever used their skills to harrow or drive back foes. To think that, in the past, Ponies had fought and died over something was… Appalling. So much had been accomplished in recent years simply through working to talk and understand one another, reaching compromises. What could these alien beasts have done to cause the Pegasi to respond with violence?
In any event, the sheer fact that the treaty existed was proof that the folly of the fighting was realized, and the two factions went their separate ways, but from the looks of it, not so peacefully however. Reading further to perhaps discover some extra clues, all she found instead was political rigmarole. There was a light at the end of the tunnel, however: As she finished translating the Equestrian side, she took note of some odd script that didn’t quite match up. It was not in the Ponies languages, but instead in the other dialect. Reviewing what she read, and taking the spacing of the paragraphs into account, she proceeded to try and comb through for a copy of this word, but alas, none was found.
Trailduster
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Alright, I think I've got something.
>>466083 >Afternoon wears down, find myself watching Die Hard movies on newly-charged laptop while the two girls are doing whatever people do when they make clothes. >Rarity keeps giving an indecipherable look in my direction. These female ponies are as good at befuddling their body language as normal females are. "How about we call it a night, anon?"
>Twilight gives me a nudge when I don't answer, eyes glued to the laptop screen. >Fuck yeah Bruce Willis. Eeyeah, sure. Not much of a seamstress anyway.
"Actually anon, as a male, you would be called a tailor, or seamster. The word is modified based on..."
>Let Twilight ramble off as I talk about how badass '80s action movies are with Spike after waving goodbye to Rarity. >Passing the Jeep again >This time there's a gathering of ponies there, mainly pegasi flipping their shit over what they've started calling "The Human Wonder Carriage" >Oh come on. >Pinkie Pie seems to be the ringleader, stirring everyone up with tales of music blaring out of the machine, magic buttons and levers, and the roar of a monster when it moved. >Once again, goddommot Ponkie. "...and there he is!"
>Pink hoof stabbed in your direction. >Instant pony mosh. >Although enjoying being the coolest motherfucker since the Elements of Harmony, I actually just want to go home and have some more me time to think about nebulous, intangible concepts that will probably just drive me to drink. >Do ponies have alcohol? >Add that to list. >Begin wading out of multicolored mass of ponies frantically asking questions about my Wonder Carriage. "Hey Anon, wait! Didn't you say something about gas making this thing move?"
Chroniclerfag
>>476243 With a sudden sense of excitement, she realized an important fact: It had no translation in the Ponies language. This meant that it was entirely unique and, most importantly, was not an object thought, no, it was an object, be it a location or an item. It took the rest of the day proofreading and re-reading both her translation and the original document before it clicked. Multiple times, the document referenced “Seachariot” of some sort. She had to assume this was what that strange word was referencing, perhaps the real name of the object, wherever it was.
Lyra sat back on her haunches, and put a hoof to her chin. She’d have to ply the library some more, but that would be an adventure for later. Maybe she could find references to great strife in their past against outside forces? Maybe it had been Mysticised? Whoever these things, apparently intelligent and capable of reason, did not just vanish from common knowledge as if they never existed for no reason.
There was a gap here, and a large one. She was sure she could find it, but before she made her way to bed, she cast a glance, more by chance than anything, at the pottery piece, and with a gasp, she realized something.
Those figures on the pottery, the tall ones, first offered an apple. Then, they raised those circles of theirs, as if to defend. Finally, they picked up something, a tool made for fighting she expected, and attacked. Last in line were the sitting figures, and with that it all made perfect sense. This pottery was made to commemorate the occasion, to provide a visual clue into what was going on. Soon, Lyra would know what she needed.
Trailduster
Eeyup>Pinkie materializes from behind the truck and holds up two red metal cans triumphantly. >Pinkie, you wonderful, glorious bitch. "These don't look like they have gas in 'em, but they look important. All important stuff is painted red!" Aw hell yeah, it's party time!>Party. >Time. >Pinkie's eyes grow wide and hungry, as if I had just described in detail what a porterhouse steak tastes like to a starving Ethiopian. Oh, no Pinkie, it's just a... "It's just Anon saying he'd LOVE to go to one of your famous parties, Pink.">Twilight gives you an "agree or you sleep outside" look. Damn right! I can't wait...>Pinkie back to 120% happy. >A good deal happier knowing I wasn't stranded anymore, we all head back to the treehouse. >Fall asleep with dreams of drive-thru windows and interstate highways.
Trailduster
>>476397 Fuck! I keep mixing up second and first person occasionally. Apologies, I must learn to proofread. Hard to do when this is all going into the comment window instead of a Word document.
>Wake up, a good bit later this morning, after a pleasant night of sleep, despite the bed being rather pony-sized. >Downstairs, Twilight making her list again. Don't say anything, Anon. So, Twi, what do we have in store for today?
"Well actually, being the weekend and all, I was going to be busy categorizing and chronologically cataloging all of the to-do lists I write each day, so one of the girls will have to keep you busy."
>Twilight. I like her, but DAMN am I glad I don't have to sit through this. You don't have to tell me twice to get out of Dodge. >Spike shoots me a pitiful look, holding a cluster of quills and parchment next to Twilight. >Head out door, GOOOOOOOD MORNING VIETNAM >Canterlot guards at door >GOOOOOOOOOD EVENING VIETNAM >do a 360, slam door Anonymous
i really hope you are going to publish the good stories somewhere after this 404's.
Trailduster
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>>476617 "Back so soon, anon?"
>Spike perking up at the thought of me being around to break up the doldrums. >As if. I just forgot my backpack. And forgot to go out the window instead of this door.
"The window? Why would you-"
>Twilight interrupted by loud knock. >Shrug as innocently as a guy with bad 5 o' clock shadow and dirty, 3 day old clothes could. "Fine, I'll get it."
>Oh look, it's the guards at the door. "The Princess requests Anon's presence as soon as possible. He is to take his carriage if possible."
>I didn't even do anything this time. Is there any possibility I could like, NOT go?
"You would dare defy a direct request from our Princess?"
>Sheeet. Erm, no, no I wouldn't. I was ah, just heading out.
"The Elements of Harmony are to accompany him, Miss Twilight."
>Oh boy, another road trip. Trailduster
>>476627 Which ones are the good stories?
Chroniclerfag
>>476326 Priorities are indeed in order, I see! Drive-Thru windows... The most glorious invention yet.
>>476397 As it happened, sleep was impossible. Her mind was too awhirl with questions, and all too often she found herself staring at that annoying piece of parchment, having wormed her way out of bed, unable to get her mind off of it.
What started the fighting? When did the ponies and beasts become violent? Why was the figure on the vase holding his circle up first, then taking the long object up above its head? What had happened that could have caused such an event to be forgotten?
Early morning, with her borrowed book in tow, Lyra stopped by the Library. After some brief pleasantries with Twilight, Lyra got down to business.
“Listen, Twilight. I need a rather… Special, book.” She began. The purple Pony perked up at the request.
“I have a lot of specialized books, what kind are you looking for particularly?” she asked, prancing off to the main table to look over her index.
“Something involving Pony Pre-history.” Lyra said in an admittedly broad manner, “Specifically, around the Everfree.” Best to narrow it down.
Twilight flipped through the pages for a few moments, before settling on something, “I thiiink I might have something that can help.” She responded, smiling wide. Calling out for spike, she asked the Dragon to see if he couldn’t hunt down something, before going through a nearby bookshelf. “Why do you need it, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Chroniclerfag
>>477009 Lyra paused, should she come clean? How would others lable her work, this was hardly pleasant history she was diving into here. She would have to gauge Twilights reaction as a measure for how to move about getting more funding, so clean it was.
“Well, I was out in the Everfree, by the old palace,” Lyra began, “Doing some work to figure out the history of the place.”
“That’s all well-known though,” Twilight responded with a frown, “Isn’t stuff like that already written down?”
“Yeah,” responded Lyra hesitantly, “But that wasn’t the focus. The focus was to collect rare specimens from that time period.” Twilight nodded that she was still following, and Lyra decided to level the hammer, “And I found something. Three somethings. And it’s big, Really big.”
Twilight looked over, wide eyed, “What is it?”
Lyra smirked, knowingly, “Ponies have had to contact and, as it seems, fought with another species sometime in our past and, evidently, they look nothing like any of the other intelligent races we know of.”
That got Twilights attention, who hopped down and was about to go off at a mile-a-minuet with the questions Lyra was already stuck on, but thankfully Spike entered at that exact moment, holding the book Twilight had sent him to retrieve. With a smile, deciding to put her questions to the wayside in the bustle of the new development, Lyra uttered a hurried thanks, and made to leave.
“I’ll let you know what I find out!” She called over to Twilight, “Thanks for the book!”
Chroniclerfag
>>477025 A repeat of the earlier day was in order, however this time Lyra was a little more cautious about the door. Slamming open the book, she flipped through its contents, such as the origin of “Harth’s Warming Eve” and various other ancient tales, until she found a rather small entry on the Pegasi.
“According to tradition, the Pegasi Commander of the Guard will leave his helmet at the foot of the Everfree forest as part of resigning.” She read, enthralled, “An unusual act, but one that lies with its roots grounded in the presenting of a gift to parting enemies, so as to aid in the numbing of old wounds. The reason for the location or the importance of it is, thus far, unknown, but it is speculated that the Pegasi won a great victory in the area before most recorded history, and as such present the helmets as a means to further bolster the importance of such an act, even against defeated opponents.”
Lyra sat back once more, her mind realing. No, something was off with this account, very off. The translated treaty specified a giving of supplies to the “Captain Arkadios”, not something the victors would do. However, the spirit of the act, to show humility, was not lost. Lyra was becoming more and more certain that, at some point, the Pegasi bit off more than they could chew, and the resulting battles ended in the defeat of the Pegasi, who then presented their helmets as a form of resignation or honor, fulfilling their traditional gift-giving despite being on the losing end.
The only thing stopping Lyra from going to the Mayor and preparing for the next expedition, was simply that she was at a loss for where to start. Where could she start?
Wait, wasn't Twilight in touch with Celestia? And if she was interested in Lyra's work...
Chroniclerfag
>>477055 She had her next heading. She would inform Twilight of this news, then, hopefully, Twilight would be willing to pull some strings and get Lyra an interview with the current Captain of the Guard. Perhapse a living member of such an ancient order could shed more light on this? It was flimsy, at best, but it beat just asking around randomly and hoping to stumble upon something worthwhile.
>And so ends tonights saga. Next up: Going to bug the Captain for the Pegasi side of the ancient conflict, seeped in age and opinion as it is bound to be. Chroniclerfag
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>>476789 Probably yours, Unamazing's, and Dashie is Best.
I know I'm gonna shave all of Dashie's right now. That shit's a goodun.
Anywho, de-namfaggan for the night. GOOD EVENING VIETNAM!
Trailduster
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>>477009 I am playing a typical American, lol.
>>477109 Looking forward to it. I'm probably gonna dip out early tonight. I have another flight to California early tomorrow.
>Tomorrow's episode: Anon goes back to Canterlot to find out what the fuck he did wrong this time Anonymous
>At a party, actually having a good time >Pinkie Pie hands you a cupcake >You eat it, it's amazing >You feel tranquilized >Fucking pastry was stuffed with drugs >The world around you fades to black >You wake up, strapped to a table, in the dark >ohboyherewego.jpg >You're not actually strapped to anything so you hop off the table and stand up >You bang your shin and stub your toe, but you find your way to the stairs >On the way up, you catch your reflection on something shiny >a tiny mustache is drawn on your upper lip Fucking Pinkie Pie
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>>477319 >mfw possible cupcakes >mfw it wasnt oh u
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>decide to purchase fluffy pony, as a friend highly recommends them >head to orphanage, discovering that such places are horrifying >the squalid conditions, the rampant death, the feces smell... >you watch as they wash the dried spaghetti, urine, and vomit with a power washer >when you pulled a sopping wet fluffy pegasi from the five shivering fluffies, you where smitten with the wildly flapping, hug-demanding creature >her shots up to date, you take her home >she is ecstatic, trotting around your home in rapturous wonder >you watch her, bumping the tables, knocking shit off, and making a huge mess >her exclamations of "Wuv new home!" disarm you, despite the broken coffee cups, glasses, and whatever you have decided to place there. >you smile as she tires herself out, hopping and squeaking, trying to explore every tier of your home >she curls up on your bed when she is sufficiently tuckered out Adorable or guro?
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>>477481 adorable you jackass
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>>477481 more.
I demand it.
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>>477528 Very well. I enjoy the guro as much as the adorable, so...
>she curled up on you bed >you very carefully avoided rolling over on her >when she awakes, she is in a panic, as her mind cannot understand that she was adopted >you calmly explain her change in scenery, her smile growing with every word >you HNNNNGH as she aggressively hugs your thigh, howling in her tiny voice "Wuv you new daddy!" >she babbles quietly as your prepare breakfast, growing more hyper as she realizes the "sowwy stick" isn't around anymore and hugs your leg furiously, her affection growing >you smile, the pancakes browning >you take the squirming, wildly joyous creature into your arms, the grinning, cheshire pony that nuzzles into you chest >fluffy pony loves you unconditionally >the pancakes burn slightly but you don't care >your new fluffy pony will love you no matter what you do Anonymous
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>>477885 You should post that stuff in
>>476376 Vestigial Identity
>>477481 >>477885 >life continues >your fluffy pony has no idea where you go everyday, but explodes into a frantic wiggling dance whenever your return, hugging your leg >fluffy pony's love is a constant in your life >didn't get that raise? fluffy pony still loves you >coworkers bland assholes? fluffy pony still loves you >everyday she greets your with a bucking, rapturous dance >her love is a constant >despite her pathetic intellect, her love is constant >when you sit to post on 4chan, she curls in your lamp as constantly nuzzles your belly, a litany of affection on her tiny lips >she curls in your lap every night Anonymous
>>478218 >>477885 >>477481 all of my HHHHNNNNNNGGHH
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>>478218 Do more! It is like vitamins to us.
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>>478330 >>478291 Your encouragement makes me feel sick. I have not felt such support. Seriously, emotional issues stem from such absence,
>she grows older, but her unconditional love and innocence remains fresh and new >she is no longer as fervent in her boundless love, but attempts to express it in her broken english >her love is a endless resource >no matter what happens, her affection warms you >no matter what storms blacken your heart and make you hate Man, she is a beacon of light, warming your >eventually she cannot sustain >even as she dies, a declaration of boundless love is her words >"Love more fluffy... love all fluffy! Love... love..." >she dies in your arms, but her missive sticks in your mind >despite the bleak ending of your fluffy pony, the warmth of your fluffy's final moments propels you >with her name on your lips, you call for a change in fluffy orphanages, hundreds of others with similar stories, but all the same story >tales of love slowly choked by disease, sadism, or random tragedy dashisbestpone !bipVGa2y86
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>>478803 Bumps. I'm happy to see this thread blossoming and some interesting things being written.
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