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#279 | No.34546804
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>”What do you think you’re doing?!”
>You turn around to see a short girl with an angry expression
>She has short baby blue hair and her skin is also blue, but not baby blue
>In fact, she’s mostly blue all over
>She’s wearing a dress with a crescent moon design on it and she has her hands at her hips
>This fucking town is weird as fuck
“Can I help you with something?”
>You ask with a bit of annoyed tone, hoping that she might back off
>You tower over her by about 7 inches
>She looks astonished at you for a moment before getting even more pissed
>Well that didn’t work
>”You just littered in the hallway!”
>Are you fucking kidding me?
“So?”
>”SO pick. It. Up.”
>This is almost laughable but she is beyond pissed so it’s best not to say anything
>You don’t want to get in trouble on your first day in Canterlot High
>Before you can react, a slightly taller girl with pink hair and white skin wearing a skirt with a sun insignia comes running up to you
>”I’m sorry about this, my sister, she’s... a little autistic and she’s really passionate about following the rules.”
>The other girl picks up your trash while they walk off, with the blue haired girl giving you a death glare
>This is going to be an interesting year
>You head into class and find that it’s jammed pack with kids
>A few of them look up at you with an interest but most return to their conversations
>You make your way to the back of the class and find a seat
>Not because you were a bad student; your grades were just fine
>You just rather not be called on and not seem like you were a teacher’s pet
>”Hello new kid, pleased to make your acquaintance.”
>Beside you site a very slender looking dude
>His eyes are a piercing red, his skin is gray, and his hair is a pure white
>But this isn’t the most peculiar thing about him
>Every single article of clothing that he has on does not match in any way and they seem to be for completely different seasons
>He’s wearing Hawaiian shorts, a long sleeve dress shirt, and a pair of combat boots
>What the fuck is this clown
>You decide to entertain this, if only for a moment
>He gives you a toothy grin as you sit down
>”I am Discord, Lord of Chaos and the stop student behind Celestia and Luna. And who might you be?”
>Seemingly out of no where, he sports a Sherlock Holmes hat with a magnifying glass that makes his eye look comically large
>He gets up and begins to circular you
>You would tell him to back off, but you made a promise to your mother that you would cause any trouble.”
“My name is Anon E. Moose, but just call me Anon.”
>He seems to be satisfied with his integration because as soon as he is done, he sits down with the hat and magnifying glass seemingly disappearing into nothingness
>”It has come to my attention that you ran into Loony Luna; have you not?”
>You find it comical that he, of all people, calls others loonies
“I don’t know, maybe?”
>”She’s the one with the sister with pink hair, she’s basically her guardian here at school.”
>His smile only continues to grow and it’s almost creeping you out
>”Ah yes, Celly and Lulu are quite the dynamic duo. The popular girl that has it all and the socially awkward teen, both being bound together by familial bond and fate. You’d think they would hate each other, yet they’re almost bound at the hip.”
>He begins to laugh maniacally, as if he knows something further
>But you’re not trying to get any further involved with this guy
>He’s really starting to freak you out
>Before class begins, you begin to walk towards the front of the class to take another seat
>”Tata, Anon!” He yells as you walk away
>Some of the other kids are giving you sympathetic looks, knowing full well what Discord was to them
>You sit down just as the teacher begins the lesson
>Your first class is Physics
>”Good morning class, my name is Dr. Hooves. I don’t normally do this, but we have a new student among us. Would you care to introduce yourself?”
>He points to you and you begin to walk to the front of the class
>You’re somewhat nervous at all the stares but you shrug it off
“My name’s Anon, I just transferred here from Manehattan. I like to work out and I want to be an Astrophysicist.”
>You look over to class and find the normal bored expressions of classmates
>Save for one
>You spot the girl with the pink hair from early this morning looking up at you with interest
>She gives you a wave but you don’t return it
>You’re still kind of mad about what happened plus you don’t want to draw any attention to yourself
>”Well, with that over with. Would you all please open your textbooks to chapter 1?”
>And then class begins
~~~
>That well dressed, purple-haired, flamboyant guy who sits with the popular girls who stares at you during lunch.

I wonder if the college girls will let him hang out and chat about fashion in the locker room with them since he's clearly gay, so he can sneak pics of them for me after I emptily promised him a one night stand with me just to get him to do it.

>Be Anon
>Want nudes from popular college girls but have no easy way to get them
>They happen to have a gay friend who's attracted to you
>Get an idea
>Take advantage of his attraction to you by lying to him saying you'll have sex with him
>Only if he betrays the trust of the girls and takes nude pics of them in a scenario where he can do it more easily than you ever could have
>Then just get the pictures from him and bail on him, having consciously planned to manipulate him like this the whole time
>The only way for him to snitch on you to get you back is to destroy his friendships and reputation by making it known what he partook in
>Not a psychopath-tier scheme
Anon, please.

>He sends you the photos...
>...only for them to be nudes of him.
>Why are you hard?
>He sends you a text.
>"I wasn't born yesterday, but we can still have some fun of our own."
>He texts you his dorm room number.
>"Don't keep me waiting, darling"

>Ever since that "fling" in the locker room, Elusive has been trying to get closer to you.
>You keep trying to ignore and avoid him.
>Not because you don't like him, your just confused.
>Confused about a lot of things.
>Like why did you enjoy it?
>You start to consider, actually talking to him face to face about the incident.
>And maybe tell him how confused you feel.

>These college girls are so elusive.
>You just wish there was a way to see in their dorms or something.
>They don't even let it be easy to tell which dorms they stay in unless they're talking to one of their friends or someone else associated with their inner circle as a "friend" instead of a friend.
>A young man such as yourself has some needs, especially with so many girls on this campus.
>But the needs aren't strong enough to actually compel you to talk to them.
>They're still bitchy and annoying as fuck.
>Whatever, you don't really care, a few naughty pictures will suffice.
>No idea how the fuck you're going to make this work, though.
>You don't even know where they live on campus.
>In fact, you mostly only see them during lunch time.
>Funny how you always go to the same food court as them at the same time of the day.
>It's not like you're... following them or anything.
>The classes you scheduled are just near her at this time of day.
>Oops, you meant near HERE, not her.
>Look at her chow down on that bowl of cereal.
>Spoons aren't that much of a phallic object, but one's going into her mouth every time she takes a bite, and your imagination does the rest of the work.
>She has no idea she has a sick fuck stalking her right now.
>The only person at the table acknowledging your existence right now is a guy.
>Fancily dressed with swirly purple hair, acts really flamboyant often.
>It doesn't take much critical thought to infer that this is their gay friend.
>He probably thinks you were staring straight at him.
>Oh jeez, that's going to send some mixed messages.
>Maybe he'll get creeped out by you too and you won't have to break it to him.
>Nope, he's still staring.
>Maybe he's just doing it to give you a taste of your own medicine for creeping on his friends.
>But somewhere out of this, you spawn a terrible, wonderful, awful idea.
>You overheard them talking.
>These girls apparently let the guy share a dressing room with them in between public events they attend dressed up in certain attire.
>It's mentioned by one of the girls that it's okay as long as it's just him there since he's gay, so he's not going to ogle them or anything.
>Well that was easier to confirm than you thought. How convenient.
>These girls definitely wouldn't let you in there with them as they're changing their clothes, especially if you had your mobile phone with you.
>There's no way you can convince them you're not straight no matter how well you set up the lie, but their friend over here is already gay and they're used to him.
>Maybe he can go in there on your behalf like he apparently already does, but he can do something for you.
>It all comes together in your head as you sit there eating your tuna sandwich with your totally not unsettling gaze fixed on the ass of one of the girls as she reaches down to pick up her bookbag.
>This guy is still staring at you, and you honestly don't like it.
>Heh, how does it feel, huh?
>At least, that's what you'd expect one of the girls to say, not realizing that you just don't care how hypocritical you'd be if you ask the gay guy to stop staring at you.
>But in any case, your plan is completely constructed in your mind as you leave for class.
>...
>It's a couple of days later.
>Turns out their gay friend's name is Elusive, and you know where his dorm is.
>But you're never going to go to it, because it's besides the point.
>Meet him in one of the public on campus areas at night and introduce yourself with a fake name.
>You bought yourself a throwaway cell phone since the last encounter to use as a fake phone number.
>"Hello there, Darling." Elusive greets you, twirling his hair.
>You try not to groan.
"Hey. You know Twilight and all her friends, right?"
>"Oh, you know them too?"
"Yeah." You had looked them up in the directory.
>Elusive is obviously more interested in you than the substance of what you're saying.
>It's a good thing you don't care enough to feel bad for him because of this.
>It takes a little bit of time to work the conversation over into this apparently awkward history you've had with the girls.
>You lie and tell Elusive that they made fun of you behind your back for being "bisexual" back in high school, even though you're straight and never went to high school with them to begin with.
>But Elusive eats up the lie on first hearing anyway, hoping what you just told him means that he has a chance with you.
>And this sentiment stays with the two of you after meeting up in public again and again, building up his trust for you.
>You convince him to NEVER bring it up with his female friends as it would only open up old wounds, but he also seems to have little to no qualms about a certain something after a certain point.
>Lie to him saying that you're considering just switching over to men, but you want to get some "closure" with women in a sense of seeing what your "old high school friends" look like under their clothes.
>Get him to agree to smaller questionable acts first, before ramping them up ever so slightly with hypothetical scenarios in which he has to choose what he would do if he "was in your shoes".
>Like walking up a flight of stairs.
>You don't automatically step up to the second floor, you have to go up the first step... then the second... then the third.
>Too drastic of a change might set off a red flag.
>But Elusive is thirsty enough for you that you can skip a step every now and then, and you're soon enough talking him into taking pictures of them in the locker room they change in.
>Unsurprisingly, hormones affect the rational thought of gay guys in college just as much as it does straight guys.
>And convinces them to make poor decisions in the long run, but this time was more intentional from a certain someone's standpoint.
>...
>There's a Christmas parade coming up, and Elusive and his lady friends are going to go see it.
>And beforehand, they're going to all be in the changing rooms and whatnot together.
>You learned early on that Elusive also designs the girls' outfits for them too.
>A male fashionista for the rest of the group, and he knows the girls' bodies well without any sexual interest or bias as if he's one of them.
>They already let their gay friend look at them without any clothes on as is, this should be a walk in the park for Elusive.
>You send him in with phone camera and all, expecting good results.
>As he's out with his friends, you go over the plan in your head once more.
>The plan is to have him sit in front of you as he sends the pictures to "your" phone, and then you forward them to your actual phone right before he, as he described, "confiscates it until you fulfill your end of the deal".
>You promised a one night stand with Elusive.
>It's an empty promise, which is a watered down term for a flat-out lie.
>You're not going to have sex with him, at all. You're just going to forward the pics to your actual phone right when he sends them to your fake phone, and then get up and leave.
>He's a really small and thin guy, go figure, so pushing past him to get to the door to leave will be a piece of cake.
>You can just throw away the throwaway phone, and then go the whole way home to your off-campus residence (you told Elusive that you live on-campus in a dorm like him).
>He doesn't know your real name, your real number or your real address, and winter break is about to start, where everyone goes out of town for the holidays.
>Really looking forward to your Christmas present.
>And it's not like he can snitch without ruining all of his friendships with the girls, let alone without getting in trouble himself for what he did.
>People would think he's as sick as you are, so he'd have to let it go lest the consequences affect him.
>...
>He finally gets back.
"So, you got the pictures?"
>"I'm... afraid not, dear."
>You sigh, slightly let down but already thinking about how to get him to try again.
"Alright, well how about this." You start.
>"Actually I have news for you, Anon Y. Mous." He addresses you by your real name.
>You freeze.
>"I'd like you to know that someone told me who you actually are and what you're actually like, and I actually just called the cops on you, just so you know, hon."
>You piece it together what really happened and push Elusive out of the way to get to the door.
>Swing it open and there already three police officers waiting for you.
"Fuck."
>...
>You're momentarily arrested and driven away in the cruiser.
>You're dismissed from the university and you become a convicted sex offender by January.
>Go to prison, drop the soap and lose your virginity to 6-foot-7 tall Butch in the showers.
End.
~~~
I wanna be forced onto a quest with the fantasy six while I barely have a clue what's really happening plotwise

>Ywn go out on a wild goose chase to save your village from withering away
>Complete halfway related quests, barely making out of them alive
>Come across Archmagi Twilight Sparkle and her party, and strike an uneasy alliance with them to get a powerful artifact that they need and you think would save your town
>Ywn trigger Twilight’s autism by breaking her plans and barreling thought minion bases no fucks given, like the god of all murderhobos you are
>Make some friends in their party while others have their reservations
>Get into weird, detailed conversations with Twilight about each other’s motivations and what you hope to get out of this
>Ywn confront BBEG in his lair as he goes into his monologue about how he was well prepared for them but how he didn’t prepare for an enemy that defied all logic (I.e. you)
>Defeat him and get dragged back to Canterlot
>Queen Celestia awards everybody with new titles and a boon for their service
>She titles you as an Earl and awards you a decent chestful of gold
>Ywn see the court looking at you like you’re batshit insane after you say “This should be enough to get Deadwood through til next planting season.”
>Prince Blueblood looks to you and says “That’s more wealth than most in the court see in a year, and more than your family would see in a lifetime. And you’re going to waste it on sustaining a farming village?!”
>Ywn shrug and respond “I was never really good at making reasonable decisions”


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#278 | No.34546804
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Eqg humans have much more neoteny than terran humans with bigger eyes, bright colors. They see him as odd and uncanny valley with rather drab coloration and perhaps a generally heavier bone build than them (Not giga chad levels)
Twilight would formulate all sorts of theories and want to test them on him
>Twilight gets a look at Anon
>She wants to run a bunch of exams to test her theories
>Anon, shacking up with one of the m6, must oblige
>She notes things like smaller eyes led to being less visually acute than they are, along with smaller cranium is exchanged for a tougher build
>Some mild biochemical differences but mostly the same
>Twilight concludes that wherever he came from was a rather dangerous place to reduce intelligence markers with tougher biologies


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#277 | No.34383824
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>"Uh... Twilight? What's this giant mirror doing in our room? Don't we have something just like this in the bathroom?"
"Oh, sorry, Moondancer. I forgot to tell you that this is a portal to an alternate dimension filled with creatures known as humans."
>"Humans? I've heard about them in myths and folklore, but there's no solid evidence that prove they really exist," Moondancer says, "however, we do have an abundance of evidence that leads me to believe you like to watch a show for little fillies called 'My Little Human'."
"What?! Of course I don't! It's the stupidest show I've ever—"
>She's suddenly cut off by Sunset Shimmer coming out of the mirror.
>"Hey, Twilight! I just wanted to come back here to— oh, where are we and who is this?"
"Nice to see you again, Sunset! Since we last met, I've essentially been promoted to a ruler of Equestria, so I had to move to Canterlot," she explains. "By the way, Sunset, I'd like to introduce you to my roommate Moondancer. We were great friends when we were fillies."
>"Oh. So do you know how to get to Ponyville from here?"
"Sure. Lemme just take care of that."
>Twilight uses her magic to open a black portal with a cyan border.
"There we go. Have fun in Ponyville!"
>"Bye, Twilight and Moondancer! Talk to you some time later!" Sunset calls out as she walks through and the portal.
"See what I mean, Moonda—"
>Moondancer is in shock this entire time, mouth agape and eyes wide open.


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#275 | No.34162651
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>"Oh no~"
>"I'm so tired after my nature walk, I can barely move a muscle!"
>"I need to rest against this tree to regain my strength or else I would positively pass out!"
>"Oh, why did I have to wear my tiny slutty skirt today? Bent over like this, anyone could see my panties!"
>"I sure hope no perverted and dastardly man sneaks up and puts anything inside me~"
>"That would be terrible!"
>"I would be completely helpless to stop them like this!"
>"They could do anything their dirty mind wished to do to me and there would be no one around for miles to hear my cries~"
>"If I were even able to that is, they'd probably have a rough, strong hand over my mouth before I even knew what was happening~"
>"Their other hand would harshly grope my whorish breasts over my muffled cries before snaking down and ripping my panties right off, baring my shamefully sopping sex to the world~"
Cut to Anon playing in the dirt behind her with some furry creature.
"You say something, 'shy?"

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#274 | No.34083397
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>this group of girls...
>each of them, all so beautiful
>so entertaining
>so unique
>so... addictive
>I just can't get enough of them no matter what
>these girls are like a drug
>I must have them!!
>I must own them!!
>I must submit them to my own will!!
>this group of girls...
>I'll do whatever it takes to make them mine, and mine alone
>no matter what...

>Chrysalis is in a dark basement stalking the mane six every time they walk home from school
>She overhears them talking about going on a school camping trip
>Figures out where they're going
>Knows how to survive innawoods a lot better than them
>Follows them, already famished for their love
>Hides behind some bushes next to the campsite or some shit
>Picks them off one by one, but leaves half of them
>Conditions them through cocoon hypnosis to become lesbians and start having sex with each other to spread the changeling disease
>She soon has all the girls conditioned to submit to her
>Kidnaps them, etc.
>Drinks their blood for nutrition when she's done

>Fluttershy was the first to go, Chrysalis disguised herself as Angel and lured her in
>Then Rainbow Dash because she went to go rescue Fluttershy because she thought she could handle it on her own
>Then Pinkie Pie got lured in because Chrysalis turned into a churro
>Rainbow Dash seduced Applejack and Rarity was seduced by Fluttershy
>Sunset and Twilight stayed to try to help their friends while Applejack got the fuck out of there to get her shotgun
>When Applejack got back she was the only one left and realized that Chrysalis trapped her in the woods
>Final battle ensues, Chrysalis wins, the end


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#273 | No.34035684
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>"Angel's perfectly fine! He just has a mild case of the flu that's all. Just ignore the things growing from under his skin and the fact he has two mouths now, he's fine!"
>"Fluttershy, open the door so we can give Angel his rabies shot."

>Applejack notices Angel gargling and bending his limbs backward
>Also Applejack: *BLAM* "Welp, ah dunno how I'm gonna break this to Fluttershy, but she's gonna need a new pet"
Giving "tend the rabbits" a whole new meaning.


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#271 | No.33844732
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>I'm pulling this sweater down to create the illusion of demureness.
>The fact remains that I chose to call you out here wearing this.
>Take that as you will.
>Take the box as you will, too.
>Wink wink.
>No, seriously, pick a box and take it.
>I'm sitting on the fucking Choosing Stone.
>Both is a choice, too.
>Look, you can probably tell by my expression I'm not that optimistic.
>I'm resigned.
>I've accepted this probably won't work.
>I can even find some gallows humor in how desperate and pathetic this is.
>But, you know, maybe, just maybe, it could be really nice and everything we've both been looking for.
>I'm tired of living in isolation with nothing to look forward to.
>I've been scared of taking chances, scared of disappointing people, and scared of disappointing myself.
>...But you're worth taking a chance on.
>It'll at least be a fun distraction, right?
>Even if it's just for a little while.


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#270 | No.33818319
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>tfw you will never finish your set playing the local bar and turn to your drummer Maud who informs you, "We rock."

>Band member Maud Pie
I don't know why but this concept gets me hot and bothered. Bonus points if it's an emo band or something that involved a bunch of people with attitudes getting together and Maud is just that one of them who's consistently chill and stoic but still pretty emo about it.

"Maud, I know gloomy is kind of our thing, but could you up the BPM's to something closer to, like, fifty instead of point-oh-five?"
>"Doesn't the inexorable doom march of the shifting tectonic plates of our mother fill you with the patois of pathos?"
"I don't have three billion years to get through our song."
>Maud's eyebrow raises ever so slightly.
>"I guess you have a point. We're all nothing but a blink in the eye of the planet, here and gone between beats of her mighty heart. Let's get this gig done, I need to get back to studying fossilization."
"Yeah, okay, wouldn't want you to miss out of preserving your bones in our current fossil layer."
>She smiles, counting you in again at slightly more than a snail's pace.
"Hello, Ponyville! We are Permineralization and we are here to make you think about death and get sad and stuff!" 


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#269 | No.33751891
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Equestria Girls just can't fit into the FiM lore very easily. Equestria is supposed to be a magical land of magical ponies and other mythical creatures. When you add Equestria Girls to the mix, then it pummels in this new world that lacks magic native to their world despite that it's supposed to be a literal parallel universe to the world with magic. So what we're stuck with is a world that supposed to be just like ours (humans and stuff) but also not because just try to imagine an EQG movie that has absolutely nothing to do with magic, and no characters have magic. It would just be some high school teen movie, and even with magic, it would basically be a dumb story about this supernatural high school and friends who attend it who defeat villains that come out of nowhere with magical artifacts that come out of nowhere. The premise itself was doomed from the start.

>villains that come out of nowhere with magical artifacts that come out of nowhere
Relevant, but I've always hated when this happens. Like the stone thing Wallflower uses, or the camera Vingette uses, the mirror Juniper Montage uses, fuck it, even the Storm King's magic having a mind of its own in the latest special that didn't interest me much. It just seems to happen because the writers wanted it to happen.

>It just seems to happen because the writers wanted it to happen.
That. It's pretty obvious they didn't even think about it that far. I believe the phrase you are looking for is "phoning it in."
>"So there's this magical doohickey."
"Ay yo, hol up. What IS it, exactly? Where'd it come from? Who made it? What's it for? How does it work? Why do high school kids in this little town keep finding horrifying potentially world-shattering magic?"
>"Meh."

Equestria Girls would have been 100% better if the human world just had their own ancient magic long dormant that happened to not be awakened again yet, and beings with Equestrian magic coming over started activating everything thousands of years ahead of its time like pathogens entering a new continent and causing plagues but reversed. That would even give a reason for random artifacts to have just shown up because the magic was already in their world.
Plus, that plays into how ancient people in the real world believed in magic and gods and stuff while we can't prove exactly what happened back then, and this dormant magic thing could be a cute little take on ancient people having magic, then shit happens, and the magic goes dormant and then technology advances, and then a parallel universe where magic still reigns supreme has a few residents cross over and then reawaken that magic that the ancient people used in mythical battles that we didn't know actually happened.
This is perfect because Equestria is already somewhat implicitly based off of Ancient Greece. As this Anon >>33795659 detailed. I'm honestly sad that the writers didn't at least do this.


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#268 | No.33679101
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>It's still so early.
>Wallflower blinked at the cable box peaking over the low table that encompasses most of her vision.
>5:30 AM.
>Still so early, but she hasn't felt so rested in a long time.
>The blanket shifted, as well as the warm body pressed against her back.
>She shivered as a hand slowly runs up and down her bare thigh.
>Hot breath tickles her ear.
>"Did we fall asleep?"
>She could feel his drowsy words rumble in his chest, seeming to vibrate through her whole body.
>Delicious...
"Yeah. It's early. We can get some more sleep."
>She doesn't mind staying like this.
>His arm tightened around her waist as she splayed her fingers across the one traversing her thigh.
>"Are you still tired?"
>She smiled as his fingers open, allowing her's to slip between them.
>Her fingernails grazed her soft skin as she clasps his hand.
>A soft smile pulled the corners of her lips up as she felt his strong hand spread across her belly through the soft Angora wool.
>She rocked her hips playfully, the long sweater rucking up against him until nothing separated them but the thin material of his boxers.
"I'm not tired at all..."
>He knew that voice.
>She could hear the sharp intake of breath, feel his fingers clench against her stomach before languidly trailing upward.
>The softness against the back of her thighs jerk and stiffen...
>Their clasped hands found the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down until hot skin met hers.
>His hand left hers, traveling up her side to pull the heavy mass of hair away from her neck, hot lips replacing it.
>She shivered, opening her thighs as she felt his length burrow between them.
>Hips tilted, a light sigh escapes her lips as she felt him, hard and ready against her.
>His fingers dug lightly into her breasts, her own slipping down to slide between her lower lips, thrilling at the slick flesh.
>His hips rocked, shaft sliding back and forth gently through the tunnel of warm flesh her thighs created.
>Her fingers curled to catch the underside of his head, pressing his length against her as he slowly thrusted.
>"R-ready?"
>His unsteady breath against her neck sent shivers down her spine.
>He wanted her.
>Wanted HER.
"Always..."
>Her spine arched as she tilted her hips further, fingers pressing against the bottom of his shaft as she guided him toward her entrance.
>His thrusting slowed as he nudged against it, gentle pressure spreading her moist lips, the gasp he always drew from her lips as he entered her gusting out.
>He didn't need to be gentle.
>She was used to him by now, and so wet he could have buried himself to the hilt with nary a squeak from her.
>But he always was, and she loved and hated him for it.
>Sometimes, like this morning, she wanted it all.
>Couldn't wait for him to fill her to the brim, for him to fill that ache deep inside her.
>Her hips pressed back into his, her hands finding his and bringing them down her body only to slip under her sweater and draw it up with them.
>His own hips retreated toward the back of the couch while his hands laid lines of fire across the skin of her breasts.
>She moaned in frustration as he controlled his entry into her like always, then in delight as his fingers tweaked her pert nipples.
>"Damn... You feel amazing, lil' Dahlia. It's so hard to hold back..."
>She squirmed against him, huffing out a strained breath as she gained another inch.
>Her hand slid behind them, fingers digging into his ass as she ineffectually tugged at him.
>Her other hand slipped between her thighs, a lone finger pressing against the underside of his shaft.
"T-then don't. I want you inside me... D-dammit."
>His familiar, infuriating chuckle tickled her ear as he complied, groin smacking against her ass as he buried the last of his length inside.
"O-oh, yesssss... Why do you always make me wait for this, dammit?"
>His hips rocked, slewing himself in and out of her sopping tunnel, taking her breath away.
>She felt a nip on her neck, his lips tracing a path upwards before hot breath bathed her ear again.
>A hand left her breast, slipping down to grab her hip as he pulled her into a particularly vigorous thrust.
>"You wouldn't believe how sexy it is when you ask for it. I can barely hold it back when I hear you say it."
>She shivered at the fierce tone in his heated whisper.
>Of course, she knew why he did it.
>She knew why she let him, too.
>The hunger in his tone was like a drug to her.
>Her neck tilted to the side while he leaned over her, catching his flashing eyes before his lips caught hers in a fierce kiss.
>Squirming her hips against him, she moaned into his mouth as the base of his shaft ground into her entrance.
>Letting up after a few heady moments, she let him back out a bare couple inches before his hips rolled, shooting his length deep inside.
>His hips found their rhythm, his short thrusts digging into her walls as she squirmed against him.
>The hand on her hip slipped forward, plunging between her thighs to find the slick nub of flesh he knew was crying out for attention.
>She almost gagged on her own tongue as he found it, hips slamming back into his as wet moans gurgled past her lips.
>He backed his head away, breaking off the kiss and catching her eyes as she took in the fierce grin plastered across his lips.
>"Fuck, I love making you moanm lil' Dahlia. You feel so fuckin' good against me. Feel so fuckin' good around my dick..."
>She didn't disappoint him.
>The steady rise and fall of her moans were beyond her control now.
>The fingers massaging her breast dug in a little harder, her nipple caught between them.
>He knows exactly what to do.
>Exactly where to touch.
>He knows her body so well.
>Knows HER so well.
>She never wants him to forget a single thing.
>All the embarrassing little quirks he's dug out of her.
>Every little secret and shame led to this.
>Lead to these moments they could share.
>Her heady little daydream crashed back to reality as she felt tremors rock her body.
>She was already so deliciously close...
"Just like that. Oooooh, dammit. Make me come..."
>Arcing her back even further, she groaned as he plunged deeper inside, rolling his hips just how she liked it.
>His fingers flashed over her clit, shooting pangs of sensation deep into her core as the waves of pleasure lapped at every inch of her body.
>He had to be close.
>She could feel him tense against her, muscles rigid as his fingers dug into her sensitive flesh.
"Do it. Do it do it do it do it do it..."
>His breath bathed the back of her neck as he groaned, burying himself inside her and thrusting sharply.
>She clawed weakly at her neck as she felt him swell inside her, the beginning of the sequence of events she'd etched on her heart.
>The first molten streams of his release hadn't even bathed her walls before her dam broke, legs rigid as she clamped down on him.
>Her body acted for her, doing everything she would have if she'd had that kind of fine control.
>If she'd had any control at all.
>She surrendered herself to him, to his arms as they wrapped around her, to the throbbing shaft buried deep inside her.
>"Nnngh! O-oh damn. Oh, fuck yeah..."
>Spurt after spurt of his seed crashed into her, so hot and thick and satisfying...
>Her hands clasped over her clenching belly as the familiar feeling of fullness muddled the last eddies of her orgasm.
>They slid up her body, over his arms clasped around her middle, cupping her breasts before she threw them over her head and practically crashed back against him.
"Mmmmngg... S-so damn good. So DAMN good. A-amazing."
>Pressing herself back into his embrace, she felt him slip partially out of her as the angle of her hips lessened.
>She knew he'd stay hard for a minute or two yet, but she could already feel his essence slipping around their joined sexes to slither down her thigh.
>"Fun way to get up in the morning."
>She could hear his grin, hear the breathless euphoria they shared and sighed in contentment.
>Her arms settled over him, grabbing one of his hands in hers as the other trailed languidly up and down her side.
>Even this simple touch sent shivers up her spine, and the lips again setting fire to her neck didn't help.
"Don't start something you can't finish..."
>The sharp nip on her neck and lusty growl were his only reply, but it was all she needed.
>Her mouth twisted into a grin as she felt him shift behind her, pulling her over him as he laid back, shoulders resting against the arm of the couch.
>A bit of squirming and a pair of steadying hands later, she was straddling him.
>Her arms went over her head as he pulled her sweater up and off, licking his lips absently as his eyes roved over her body.
>She couldn't keep the grin off her face, just like he couldn't hide the appreciation as he eyed her up.
>Even if he could, his body betrayed him every time.
>She felt his excitement growing and crossed her arms under her breasts, turning slightly to the side and raising an eyebrow.
>Half-lidded eyes met hers as his hand lifted up, whispering promises she knew he'd keep.
>They'd go slower this time.
>Last longer.
>Draw it out and forget what time it was and why it mattered. 
>Wallflower breathed out a contented sigh as she set about making him forget about anything but the girl in his arms, the only way she ever wanted to.
~~~
I'd love for there to be a special where one of the waitresses that Pinkie worked with found something strange going on in one of the backrooms and discovered a strange glow behind a couple of boxes. Like just some random portal right there in the back of the place.

Imagine if there was a portal to Equestria in the basement of Sugarcube Corner, and it led directly to Equestria's Sugarcube corner. And Equestria secretly helped provide magic ingredients that the rest of the town could not produce if they tried, and Sugarcube Corner in the human world ended up being able to produce the best sweets and meals in the entire area.
It'd be like two branches of the same fast food chain or franchise except their reach goes across universes.

>Pinkie Pie takes over for ownership of Sugarcube Corner.
>Makes a profit doing this with the help of her friends.
>Has to constantly keep Celestia from sending monsters and shit over from Horseland.
It'll only work if the monster thing is swept under the rug.


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>Sunset Shimmer ran away from Princess Celestia through the mirror.
>Earlier that same day, however, a different Sunset Shimmer ran away from her adoptive mother's home and stumbled through the mirror herself.
>Terrified as she rightly should have been at turning into a pony, she wondered for a bit until stumbling into a corner to hide and tried to calm herself.
>It was hard, however, when she ended up being surrounded by two miniature horses in armor, then brought to a giant white one.
>"Sunset!" the horse calls in a familiar voice as she rapidly approaches. "I've been looking all over for you! Where have you been?"
>"...Mom?"
>Meanwhile, another Sunset stumbles around on two legs in front of the school until a car pulls up.
>"Sunset!" the woman calls as she steps out of the car and runs around to charge at the confused girl. "I was so worried! I-I saw the note you left, and, and!"
>She embraces the girl in a tight hug.
>"I'm sorry I yelled at you like that. Things got out of hand, but there's no need to run away."
>Her voice is so much like her teacher's that it stuns the girl, especially when she starts petting the back of her head tenderly.
>This strange creature is treating Sunset how she'd always secretly wished her teacher would.
>"I know it's hard sometimes, but I swear, I'm trying. I want to be a good mother to you, Sunset. I want you to be my daughter."
>Tears come to the girl's eyes as she reaches shakily up to wrap her arms around the other woman.
>She'd wished for so long for Princess Celestia to say that it hardly matters at all that this creature wasn't her.
>Not in that moment.
>For then, at least, she wanted to pretend.
>"I... I want you to be my mom, too," she whispers back. "I've always wanted that."
~~~
>Wallflower Blush is criminally underfed.
>Her petals are starting to wither and her green hair is beginning to brown at the roots.
>Alraunen are supposed to lure in young adventuring men with their provocative appearance and sweet, hormone-laced scent to feed them their sexual fluids.
>Normally, with a healthy diet, her kind can survive by simply draining a few men a week, leaving them to stumble out of the forest with empty balls and dopey smiles, but Wallflower is too shy to do that.
>In her state, she'll have to kill a man and turn his body into fertilizer for her roots to absorb, but even that requires interacting with someone else.
>God, why couldn't her species get by on water and sunshine alone like most normal plants?
>Life would be so much easier if she could just lounge in a sunny glade all day without a worry or need to interact with others.
>Wallflower is sunbathing, trying to get what little nutrition she can while the afternoon sun hangs high over her little patch of the forest floor.
>That's why she doesn't notice the sound of footsteps until the man is right next to her.
>“Wow! An actual Alraune!" he says, getting Wallflower to jolt and stare as he pulls out a pad of paper and starts sketching. "What a find!"
>Wallflower eeps and quickly pulls her large petals over herself, both as a physical defense in case the man pulls a weapon and as a way to shield herself from his gaze.
>"Wait! Don't close up! I'm not going to hurt you!" he says hastily. "I just want to draw your picture and maybe ask a couple of questions! I promise!"
>Wallflower doesn't fall for it.
>Even withered as they are, her petals are still tough enough to block a sword strike or two, and that gives her enough time to prepare a dose of sleeping spores.
>She'd rather not drug the human seeing as she doesn't have much in the way of biological resources to spare right now, but if it's to save her life, she won't have a choice.
>"Please! I mean it! I won't hurt you!" he continues. "Look! Um, I've got, hmm, honey tea! I brought it for myself, but if you're willing to let me draw you, I'll let you have it! Flowers like honey, right?"
"...Honey is created from the reproductive pollen of flowers," she says dryly. "You're basically offering me processed plant semen."
>"...Oh... is that a no on the honey tea, then?"
>She's about to say yes and demand that the man leave, but she's hit with a wave of fatigue—they've been coming more frequently now—and her petals shiver and start to fall.
>"Hey... Are you okay? You don't look so good."
>She glares out between the space of two petals, and he quickly waves his hands.
>"That's not to say you aren't attractive, because you really are! I just mean you don't look... healthy, is all. Are you sick?"
>He steps closer, concerned gaze peering in at her.
>"Can I help?"
>She hesitates, sleeping spores waiting to be puffed in his face, and thinks.
>She knows she doesn't have long.
>That she'll starve soon, and even sooner if she doses this human and uproots herself to flee.
>If he does attack her, she'll simply return to the soil sooner still.
>But if he doesn't, this could be her chance to survive.
>A naive human this close, she could do it.
>Lure him in, use some hormone-inducing pheromones to get him dopey, and then just...
>She gulps at the thought.
>Wrap her hands around his neck and squeeze until he goes still.
>Killing has always been a taboo for her species, hence why they consume semen rather than flesh. But that's merely a preference, not a law.
>Like all Alraune, Wallflower holds a deep love for life and all its natural creatures.
>But humans are not natural.
>Touched by the taint of the aberrant gods, they are creatures who live in opposition to nature, twisting and destroying to fit their needs.
>It's why, in desperation, they are always the first life a starved Alraune will prey upon.
>Complicated is the relationship between their kind to be sure, but that did not mean the Alraune hated humanity.
>Her kind has evolved to take advantage of the other's perverse nature and need to breed anything with some curves and a warm hole.
>Could she do it?
>Could she really take a life?
>She doesn't realize she's trembling until the human speaks again.
>"Hey, I mean it, are you alright? Please, let me help you."
>He gingerly reaches between her large petals, and she recoils, but he doesn't swipe at her or make to do her harm.
>He simply keeps the hand extended, fingers unfurled and palm up.
>Gingerly, she reaches out and touches him.
>Until now, she'd never touched a human, having instead lived by scavenging carcasses left by the forest's predators whenever she came across them, piercing their bones with her roots and feeding on the marrow and what little flesh was still clinging to the skeletons.
>His skin is warm, she notes, feeling almost like sunlight as she slides her fingers over it.
>Slowly, his digits curl around hers, and for a moment, she's afraid he might squeeze and pull at her, but he smiles and speaks.
>"It's nice to meet you, I'm Anon," he introduces as if this whole interaction is a normal, everyday occurrence.
"Um, Wallflower," she responds hesitantly. "it's... nice to meet you, too?"
>He barks a quick laugh and nods.
>"I hope that'll be the case," he says, expression sobering. "Now, is there anything I can do to help you?"
>She wills her petals down, briefly catching the man's eyes drop down to her body.
>It's not surprising; the Alraune developed figures specifically to draw his species in, after all, and even malnourished, Wallflower has maintained that shape.
>Her complexion might be dulled and her hair browning and limp, but she'll still have wide, plump looking hips and full breasts for quite some time, as these features are integral to her kind's feeding habits.
>To lose them would only exacerbate her starvation, after all.
"I can't think of anything," she lies.
>He frowns.
>"Are you sure?" he asks, letting go of her to reach for the pouch on his hip. "I mean, okay, maybe it'd be a little awkward, but tea is supposed to be healthy, and you look a bit... dry."
>She huffs, but her ears pick up the sound of sloshing from the pouch as he holds it up, and she realizes how long it's been since the last rain.
"I... guess I can try," she says, figuring that some water couldn't hurt right now, even if infused with oddities that are the product humans’ vice.
>"Great!" he says, smiling as he pulls the cork from the skin. "So, do I just pour it on your roots, or..."
>She rolls her eyes.
"I have a mouth," she says.
>Two, in fact, but she keeps that to herself.
>After all, it was never certain where a human would decide they wanted to deposit their nutritious load, and so both sets of lips on an Alraune led to their stomach.


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>Applejack always dreamed of saving her virginity for her future husband, but things didn't quite turn out her way.
>She already sold her virginity when she was seventeen to keep the farm alive and to pay for Granny's surgery.
>When she lost it on camera, she came upon the weird idea of stretching her insides so "her future kid would come out easily and unharmed"
>She started pushing bigger and bigger objects inside herself, to the point when she could easily put her entire fist inside her pussy, or maybe even two.
>Meanwhile Anon's life becomes more and more shit with each passing day.
>He’s been under a lot of stress because of his upcoming exams and loud arguments with his drunk parents, not to mention sleeping less than 4 hours a night.
>Compensating his growing depression with cheap beer and wanking to the soviet multi-colored octopus cartoon, he now, as a result, has extremely low testosterone levels and no interest in living whatsoever.
>As the cleaning lady on the med forums said, one of the ways to get his man health back together was to eat healthy food, stop drinking, start working out and get 8 hours of sleep per night.
>He began by offering an old friend to help around her farm, which she gladly accepted.
>And after hearing about his issue, she offered her help as well.
>"Well, shoot. 'fcourse ah can help ya, sugarcube. Y'all be back on yer feet in no time. Ain't nothing a good day of work and Granny's stew can't fix. We can go to the market to buy anythang you need, then ya can pull some weights with Mac later. And you welcome tah sleep in our place any day ya want, since yer folks, uh... ya know."
"Yeah, thanks, AJ. You practically saved me from fucking hanging myself."
>"Aww, don't say that, sugar. And since the, um... recent events, ah can... ya know, come again, how do ya fix yer tes... rone-steron thingie?"
"Well, there's a special diet, healthy lifestyle and no bad habits. And working out."
>"Ah, 'kay. That's all, then?"
"Uh-huh. And having sex. Which is... not the most possible scenario that I can—"
>"Oh, ah see. Ya kno', since ah lost mah hymen anyway, think ah can give ya some ridin' as well. Go wash yer junk and meet me in mah room in a few mins."
"W-wha... um, AJ, are you fucking with me?"
>"Yup!"
"No... I-I mean, are you serious right now? This must be a joke, I—"
>"'fcourse ah am. Nothin' personal, jus' helpin' a friend out. Ya town folks really need tah be more casual 'bout some lovin'. Now move yer butt to the bathroom. An' grab some tissues."
>...
>When you arrived a while later her door was closed. Slapping yourself on the forehead, you decided to knock first
>"Ahnon, is that you?"
"Y-yep, it's me."
>"There's no one's around? Ah, wait... a lil'... here, come in!"
>The door unlocked and you saw that she was sitting on the side of her bed with her skirt and panties laying beside her, and covering her crotch with her hat.
>"Close the door, loverboy."
"Aw, crap. Sure, sorry."
>Is this really happening?
>She then stands, still covering herself with a hat and turns off the light. And you hear her throwing her hat away and crawling back on the bed.
>"We can go doggie, but ah can stand beside the wall, too. Ah'm fine with both."
"D-doesn't matter, AJ."
>"'kay, bed it is, then. Now ya can touch mah butt to aim yer thing properly, but don't go crazy with yer hands."
"S-sure, but... I don't have any rubber at the moment," you said, standing between her legs.
>"Why, yer sick or somethin'?"
"N-no, but—"
>"Then fuck 'em. Now get closer."
>And you did. Pulling down your pants, you put your hand on her back.
"So... are you really sure?"
>"Don't hesitate, stud. And remember, no kissin', no touching breasts, no crazy talk, don't put yer fingers anywhere inside and don't make much noise. You can touch mah belly, mah legs, and my butt, but that's it. Ah'm yer friend, not fiancée. No offense."
"Yeah, I-I get it. Thanks."
>You said, prodding at her buttcheek with your dick and searching for the target
>"Jus' to get it out of the way. And, ah... ya need to git higher, and... a lil' bit to the left... good! Now put it in and just finish yer business."
>In the darkness, you can feel a sensation of burning wetness around your head.
>"Don't be shy, push already!"
>She said, moving her hips back and swallowing your entire length in one go.
>Your first experience was quite... embarrassing, to say the least. Not only you couldn't hear a single moan from her, but after 5 minutes in heaven, you could feel yourself getting softer. And then you couldn't continue.
>Applejack wasn't disappointed, but better, she offered to try again at the night.
>And you tried. And tried.
>...
>In a week fucking her become a daily routine— in a barn, at the wall in the bathroom, and at the apple tree when no one's around. And you can feel your manpower getting back.
>But still, as much as you tried every time, you could barely hear any changes in her breathing. Which is not a big of a surprise, since she was... really loose.
>And after another "therapy session" you finally decided to bring that up.
>"Heh, well... don't get me wrong, you can please any girl ya want, but... ya know, my cousin lost her baby due to asphyc... ficsia... asfinci... well, she was stuck and couldn't breathe. I don't want to lose mah future kid to this as well, so I began... stretching. Ya know what ah mean."
"I see... I’m sorry."
>"'s fine. And ah'm doin' it just for you, not for me. Seriously, don't worry about it. Ah did it to my body myself. And If ya really want to make me feel good, then, heh... ah think you havta' put a big veterinary glove on yer hand and use my cervix as a punching machine."
>...
>Was that a joke?
>Guess there's only one way to find out.
"Well, is that so, then..."
>While she was still laying on her belly, you put another condom on your hand and without warning squeeze your entire hand inside her with surprising ease, almost reaching to the elbow.
>"A-ahnon! Hey—!" she shouts, jerking away.
>Your hand feels so hot at her insides. You pull it out and slam back in. And again.
>"Corsarnit, s-stop!"
>You pull her weight back and kept fisting her with steady rhythm while massaging her labia and clitoris with the other hand.
>"Ah... A-non! What the f-f... ah... are you d... m-m-ph..."
>The next minute everything you can hear is her moans and the slapping of your hand in and out. And then she stands on her knees with her butt in the air and squeezes the bedsheets while grinding her teeth. Feeling yourself getting hard again, you keep going.
"Oh yeah, AJ. You like it, don't you? I'm just... o-oof, paying you back. Want me to go faster?"
>"Mmph! I, f-f.. y-y... ye-a... ah!"
>With you hand already getting tired, you gave all you got, and after another few minutes, she suddenly squeezed your hand with her insides and fell back, spasming and arching her back.
>When the orgasm finally faded and she calmed down, you gently put a thin blanket on her, then out of nowhere you feel a strong slap on your cheek along with a case of tinnitus.
>"Fer fuck's sake, what is wrong with you?!"
"I, uh..."
>"Ah never asked for this, Anon, ah don't want! Ah told ya to keep yer hands for yourself!"
>Still stunned, you can barely make out of what she was saying.
>"Fer fuck's sake, just when ya trying to be kind to people... Sigh... ya know what?" she says, standing up and approaching the door ass-naked.
>"Ah think ya need to check your hormone level, ya might don't need to do it anymore already!" she shouts, slamming the door shut.
>"And yer welcome, by the way! Go visit yer parents, it's been a while!"
>...
~~~
>Dean Cadence and Officer Shining Armour had their first daughter, Flurry Heart, and they couldn't be prouder.
>In Equestria, tragedy strikes the Crystal Empire and their Princess and Prince bravely give their lives to protect their kingdom.
>Their daughter is left orphaned, and many an unsavory noble see an opportunity to rise through the ranks.
>Princess Twilight, distraught by all of this, confides in her writings to Sunset about her difficulties.
>Sunset lets slip to her friends what has happened in Equestria.
>Human Twilight, horrified at the prospect that her brother and sister-in-law, even if it was an alternate version of them, have died, goes home in tears.
>Officer Shining, home after visiting their parents, asks her what's wrong, and she tries to explain.
>It's hard to take in, but one point stands out to the man.
>This other him, his daughter has been left all alone in a scary world.
>The thought keeps him up all night, as it does his wife as well.
>They can't let it stand, and go to Sunset to make a request.
>They pass along an offer to the Twilight beyond the mirror.
>Princess Flurry Heart needs stability and safety while she grows up, something the couple is willing to provide in a heartbeat.
>After much debate among the remaining princesses, they decide that this is the best option for the foal.
>She'll be loved and kept away from all the political scheming in Equestria.
>She'll be able to have a happy childhood.
>Thus baby Flurry Heart wakes up one day to find she has a twin.
>Cadence goes to one of her sketchier acquaintances, an old friend who she had a falling out with long ago, to make a request.
>Chrysalis, after a large payment, uses her underworld connections to have new records forged.
>Cadence gave birth to two daughters, not one.
>Flurry Heart, and Gale Heart.


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In the alternate timelines created by Glimmer, what do you think happened in the Human World?
One common thread would be BitchShimmer coming through the portal at the same time, but what would happen after?
The mirror wouldn't have been moved to the Crystal Empire, for one, so she'd end up in Canterlot more often than not.
What would she do in Sombra Wartime, or when Nightmare Moon rules?

>When it all came down to it, Sunset wanted to rule.
>Whether it be through might or mind-controlled humans, that was ultimately her end goal.
>Even when she was in a school full of lower lifeforms, she still felt that drive to be the queen bee.
>So when she returned to Equestria to see it cloaked in eternal night and heard rumors of rebellions against the tyrannical Nightmare Moon, she was struck with the perfect way to get what she always wanted.
>To be loved and revered as a true princess would be even better than being feared, and what better opportunity to achieve such a goal than to liberate Equestria from its nightly ruler?
>She would seek out the rebellion, cease control, and lead them to victory.
>And when she struck down this alicorn of the night, and Celestia was no longer in the picture, who else would the ponies turn to other than the one who rescued them?
>The Hero Princess, Sunset Shimmer.
>She liked the sound of that.


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>She always wondered why Anon was missing her hints.
>She started to talk to him more frequently as the school year continued.
>Made it clear she was going out of her way to try to hang out with him.
>Anon just went about his daily business.
>The bedroom eyes went flying over his head.
>Sunset just figured he was playing hard to get and noticed how awkward and clumsy he got around her.
>The more he pretended not to like her, the more she wanted to break him.
>Her cheeks started to get sore from how much she smiled at him.
>She could see him trying not to smile back.
>She gave him the bedroom eyes and that's all it took to bring a smile out of Anon.
>Doesn't know what his deal is but getting a girlfriend will surely get him to knock it off.
>Just a couple of kisses on the lips should do the trick; he'll soften up in no time.
>Sunset knows she drives him crazy.
>And Anon can't escape her during the day... she always finds him.
>Both she and he know very well what's going on after a while.
>Sunset is gonna go in and make a move tomorrow morning because it's the last day of school.
>She sleeps well.
>Wakes up and finds that school has been canceled due to a blizzard.
>Sunset's face when this becomes clear to her is pic related.


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~~~
>The Mane Seven head to a ski resort like Aspen or some shit
>Not Camp Everfree, an actual luxury resort with lodges and shopping malls
>There's a spa which can have a gimmick where Gloriosa stays away from it. Fuck, I actually want her to be re-introduced
>Rarity and Sunset go to the spa with bikinis on and all
>There's also a shelter for wounded or sickly woodland animals where RD and FS go to, and RD is bored of the place but decides to stick around Fluttershy and bear through the tour of the place because she respects her as a friend. Insert loyalty and kindness reference here
>Pinkie is throwing a party at her cabin and invited all of her friends, and Twilight and Applejack happened to arrive early
>Then the blizzard strikes, and it's so bad that it knocks the power out, even the backup generators
>Now the girls have to use fire somehow to keep warm and they can only obtain it by working together
>Fire of Friendship


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If you could write an EqG Christmas special what would it be and how would you keep it able to be greenlighted by Hasbro?

The humane six try to "prove" that Santa is real to little kids by setting up something with actual magic and making their holiday that much more special.
No villains, just a lighthearted, innocent challenge they take on together as friends who care about others in their community.

I want to say something about Shimmer dressing up as Santa because she can read the kids' minds and guess what they want for Christmas, but I'm not sure how well that would work because she's not a fat old man.
Applejack and Rainbow Dash can help build a mini version of Santa's village or maybe his sleigh. Probably his sleigh since his village is supposed to be at the North Pole.
Rarity could be Mrs. Claus.

>Humane Six getting ready for Christmas
>Get a letter from Santa
>He says he can't come to town early and can only visit when it's Christmas Eve
>Noticed a lot of kids in town are sad and depressed and don't believe in him
>Wants them to use actual magic to prove to them that they are loved
>Fluttershy talks to local deer and gets them to fill in for reindeer. Twilight levitates them so they "fly".
>Sunset reads the kids minds while dressed like one of Santas elves delivering messages from him about what he "knows".
>AJ and RD do the sleigh thing.
>Rarity and Pinkie Pie do the decorations.
>Whole special is just them going around and cheering sad kids up and trying to get it all done in time and bonding as friends.
>Moral is it's good to bond over doing nice things for others and each other.
>Other subplots with other characters can happen too.
I dunno, something cute you can show to your kids.

>Shimmer is a wise elf second-in-command to Santa. She hears the kids' wish lists and tells them about things they didn't tell her about and says that Santa told her.
>Rarity dyes her hair white and proclaims self to be Mrs. Claus. Talks in an old lady voice and tells the kids to be generous to each other.
>Fluttershy gathers reindeer.
>Applejack builds sleigh with RD's help and RD gets to be Santa's super fast messenger.
>Pinkie Pie decorates the place and makes up a bunch of reindeer games for people to play and sings all of the songs.
>Twilight levitates the "flying" reindeer.
It's perfect. What more do we even need?

The girls can all be elves. Spike can be Rudolf the reindeer. Tara and Pinko are decorative elves. RD and AJ builder elves. Sunset and Twilight smart elves. Fluttershy the shy elf and Celestia as Mrs.Claus and Big Mac.


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>Rainbow Dash takes a sip of the big gulp soft drink.
>"One time, back in middle school, I did a mile run in gym class in 5 minutes... in the rain!"
>Applejack takes the straw and sips from it. "About a year ago, I worked on the fields all day in the mud in the rain for seven hours straight."
>Rainbow Dash squints at her and sips from the straw again.
>"Oh yeah? Well one time, I had just gotten finished working out, and I was all sore from lifting weights, and then the neighbor's dog attacked me as I was walking home on a super cold January day and I had to wrestle the dog to the ground. It was a 120-pound rottweiler."
>"Ah went into the woods on a camping trip once." Says Applejack, sipping from the drink again. "It was during the really snowy season. Ah only had a tent and some flint and steel to start a fire with. Ah ran into a mountain lion when searching for food. Killed it with mah bare hands, cooked it and ate it."
>Rainbow Dash aggressively snatches the soft drink and takes a gulp from it she made sure was larger than the gulp Applejack took.
>"I went mountaineering in the countryside in sub-zero temperatures, and I got mauled by a bear but I survived and shot it with a rifle I had. Then I treated my wounds with what little I had and dragged myself basically without any supplies at all for 200 miles back to civilization."
>Applejack takes an even bigger sip from the straw.
>"Ah took a wrong turn in mah pickup truck one day and drove off a cliff. Tumbled down a thousand-foot drop and mah truck exploded at the bottom of the cliff. Then ah had to fend off against a pack of coyotes in the middle of the night and killed all ten of 'em, then crossed the desert for days until finding the nearest town with water."
>Rainbow Dash grabs the drink and gulps again. "I swam straight across the Pacific Ocean and fought a vicious Bengal tiger named Tony after being stranded on a raft. Then I survived three shark attacks and..."
>The two girls soon start sipping the melted ice cubes.


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>You will never spend a cold winter night in a warm room with one of the girls wearing something like pic related.

>The sky outside is a grayish orange, and you can barely see the snowflakes falling.
>Don't touch the glass of the window, it will freeze your fingertips.
>You stay next to Starlight on the side of the bed.
>Sipping microwaved eggnog and hot cocoa as you watch stand-up comedy specials on TV in her room.
>She sits beside you, cozied up in her snuggie hoodie or whatever these things are called.
>Whatever they are, they're very soft to the touch.
>She lent you a spare one she had.
>The heat having been turned on in the house with this thing wrapped around you put you in just the right comfort zone.
>You chuckle with Starlight every time the comedian on the screen says something funny.
>Even making offhand jokes about the commercials.
>And how silly they all are when they try to convince you to call the number on the screen and open your wallet.
>"Hey, do you have your phone? What time is it?"
"Time to get a watch."
>"That's not fair, I left it downstairs!" She smiles warmly.
>She fixes the thick hood over her head and scoots herself back into the pillows on her bed.
>You take another sip.
>You both sight happily and snuggle against the pillows on the bed together in your little dinosaur hoodies.


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#258 | No.32911439
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>Ending of Rainbow Rocks.
>It shows Twilight detecting magical energy after the defeat of the Dazzlings.
>Twilight as a character is mad crazy and hellbent on gaining power through science.
>She creates her same device that absorbs magic, but with bad intent.
>Fast forward to the beginning of Friendship Games.
>Starts off the same here too, with Twilight being in a mysterious hoodie, but she's only genuinely looking to steal magical power she detected.
>Does some snooping around and finds out that she looks exactly like a girl whom everyone at CHS loves and respects.
>Assumes that this must be a version of her from a separate universe and it has something to do with magic, and she'd be right.
>Takes advantage of this and goes to visit CHS impersonating Horse Twi.
>Scene introducing the FG competition pretty much stays the same.
>Twi brings the device with her, locates magic in M6 and steals it but while actually meaning to.
>It's not until Sunset contacts the real Horse Twilight when it's discovered that Sci-Twi is an imposter, but it's too late and she escapes.
>M6 find out that other Twi goes to Crystal Prep, the school they're about to face off against and think she did this because of the competition.
>Call Horse Twi, but she starts not responding because of the time warp like in the original.
>Competition starts. Set at Crystal Prep.
>M6 can't pony up, but the shadow five can and beat CHS even harder than usual.
>Do some plot convenience shit that would inevitably happen with these movies, and it starts to work.
>Until Sci-Twi empowers the shadow five just enough to defeat the mane six.
>Then Sci-Twi absorbs all the magic once again with her device, now that her pawns are done being used.
>Now the M6 are defeated entirely and Sci-Twi is victorious, and she starts beating the shadow five to get revenge on them and takes over Crystal Prep.
>Now Crystal Prep is under Midnight's control and ready to take over CHS.
>Shadow five turns to the good side and want to help M6.
>They retreat to CHS to find Horse Twi coming through the portal having just got the messages.
>New magic source enabled, await Sci-Twi and her newly gathered evil forces as they approach Canterlot High.
>They can defend now.
>Sci-Twi didn't plan this, and a magical battle takes place between the 2 Twilight's.
>Midnight Sparkle vs. alicorn-powered Human Twi with her friends helping.
>Good Twi wins but then realizes that Bad Twi was only bad because of her classmates being shit to her after the shadow five admit to being bitches to their Twilight.
>Amends made, end, roll credits.


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#256 | No.32756167
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>Be Anon, the brilliant but lazy teenage homemade drug manufacture.
>Definitely not legal, but so far it's your proudest achievement in life.
>Your magnum opus: Magic Numbing Opioids.
>Or: Magic Pain Pills!
>You found it hilarious when Twilight tried to make it by herself.
>Except for that one time she almost blew up your apartment.
>But hey, shit happens.
>Speaking of Twilight she is currently watching (along with almost everybody else) a rerun of some 80's cop show.
>It looks good, but your priorities are elsewhere.
>Like playing with Rainbow's hair while she's sleeping on the floor next to you.
>You're lost in her multicolored hair to notice a buttery yellow hand also be twirling said hair around.
>"She's so peaceful when she sleeps." Says Fluttershy to no one in particular.
>You look over to Rarity, who is about to pass out in Applejack's lap.
>Everyone's relaxed and happy.
>You're in heaven right now.
~~~
>Rainbow's dad is out of town
>Dash invites everyone over for another sleepover
>Including inviting Trixie for Anon's sake
>While there, they play truth or dare again
>Dash dares Anon to do a striptease for them
>Before he begins he looks at Banana Hush and says sobering along the lines of "aren't you gonna look away or leave the room?"
>Yellow Quiet stands up looking offended and storms off teary-eyed
>Anon and friends follow to see if she's okay
>WTFdidIdo.docx
>Shyest Flutter rants that she's a grown girl with sexual desires too, and she's sick of being treated like a little kid just because she's more innocent and shy when it comes to sex than the others
>Anon does one kiss of her
>Everyone gives them some alone time
>They do minor sexual activities
>Anon learns that Golden Silent can be pure and lewd at the same time


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“Oh fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!”
>You are Anon Y. Mous, a senior student of Canterlot High.
>The empty halls almost become a blur as you sprint down them. 
>Your heart is pounding inside your chest alongside your lungs.
>Fear motivates you to keep moving.
“Gotta... make it... to the library. I can... hide out there.”
>You wheeze out to yourself between gasps for air you desperately need.
>One of these days you’re going to have to learn how to not think out loud.
>The doors to the library are just ahead, down the hall coming up on your right.
>Almost home free.
>You kick it into maximum overdrive as you approach the turn, but just as you do, a familiar purple face steps out of the hallway.
>”Hey Anon, what’s the big hur—“
“FUCK OUTTA MY WAY, PURPLE!”
>You skid past Twilight almost sliding into the opposite wall and damn near bowling down the honor student and her books over in the process. 
>With the brakes applied and the collision averted, you accelerate down the hall, the library doors dead ahead.
“Yes! I made it.”
>Sweet freedom.
>Sweet asylum.
>Sweet oxygen.
>As you’re halfway down the hallway the illusion of safety is soon shattered.
>”WHERE IS HE?!”
>Oh god, that voice, she’d caught up.
>Your trashcan obstacles did not work as well as it had on TV.
>”Oh, hi L—"
>”ANON! WHERE!?”
>”Oh, I just saw him head down that hall.”
“DAMMIT, PURPLE!”
>You look back and instantly regret it.
>Staring you down is the fiery yellow eyes, of one Limestone Pie.
>She is also still covered in your spaghetti lunch.
>Looking the angry Pie sister in the pasta covered eyes, you shriek girlishly, gunning it through the library doors.
>Cheerilee must still be out to lunch at the checkout desk, the whole library really, is currently empty.
>Thinking fast, you dash into the fiction section shelves.
>Placing yourself behind a shelf parallel with the doors, you peek over the books and wait.
>All you can do now pray that all those hours in Metal Gear are about to pay off.
>Limestone soon stomps inside after, she scans the room.
>”I know you’re in here Anon!” 
>Limestone begins making her way to the fiction section as well.
>You should be fine, as long as she doesn’t get too close.
>As quietly as you can, you try to stay out of sight and weave your way further into the row of shelves.
>You’re able to avoid her gaze, but eventually, you hit the last row.
>Well, looks like this is the end. 
>It was a fun ride while it lasted.
>Everyone has to get off at some time you suppose.
>You just wish you could have gotten laid first before being mutilated by one of your own classmates.
>Limestone is closing in fast, her sauce-covered hands are about to be around your throat any moment now. 
>You cower in the back of the library and wait for Limestone to make the final turn before she sees you.
>”Game's up, dweeb, you’re gonna pay for what you did.”
>She’s mere seconds from locking onto you when a voice rings out from near the entrance.
>”Limestone Pie, just what are you doing?”
>Limestone swivels around, a loose noodle slipping from behind her ear, and landing on a nearby copy of Hitchhiker’s Guide.
>”Ms.Cheerilee, I-I wa—"
>”Tracking pasta all over my library?”
>”No, no I was look—“
>”I don’t want to hear it.”
>Cherilee gets behind Limestone and begins escorting her out.
>”Now, I want you to head to the gym, take a shower, and wear your PE uniform for the rest of the day."
>”But I—“
>The door was shut before she could finish
“Jesus fuck, that was close.”
>”Yea, tell me about it, Limey sure was upset with you, 'Non.”
“I don’t blame her bu—“ 
>You swear you jump a few feet when you realize someone was actually responding to you.
>Standing next to you with a smile, as always, is Pinkie Pie.
“Do you always have to do that, Pinkie?”
>”Do what, Nonny?” 
“Sneak up on me like that?”
>Pinkie cocks her head in a confused manner.
>”Sneak up on you? But I always come here after I eat to read comics.”
>It’s just now you notice the Garfield compilation book held between her hands.
>Suits her, but you've always preferred Calvin and Hobbes yourself.
“Never mind Ponk, guess I’m just a little high strung right now.”
>”Yea, Limey can be a teensy-weensy scary sometimes.”
“Sometimes? Honestly, I wonder how you two are even related... All of your sisters for that matter.”
>”Oh that’s easy silly, ya see when a momma and poppa love each o—“
>Her birds and the bees talk is cut short with your hand cupping her mouth.
>Who would have thought you actually learned something useful from Twilight in these last few years as friends.
“I meant just how different each of you is from one another.”
>Removing your hand so she could speak, she again looks confused.
>”What do you mean? We're not that different.”
>You don’t think your face could deadpan any harder, which is a real shame, because you know it’s completely lost on someone like Pinkie.
“Whatever you say, Ponka.”
>Pinkie simply shrugs and goes back to the Garfield comic she was reading.
>Sighing in defeat, you begin to weigh your options in your head.
>You could try to find her later and apologize personally, but knowing Limestone, you’d be extremely lucky to avoid a pummeling before she lets you get a word in edgewise.
>Poor Cheese Sandwich, you heard he transferred out of state after the balloon incident. 
>You never looked at latex the same way again.
>Waiting out the storm was another option, although rather foolish.
>The longer you waited the more enraged she would become.
>Not to mention give her more time to think on her inevitable revenge.
>You really screwed the pooch this time.
“How am I gonna get out of this mess?”
>Thinking out loud again, idiot.
>”Yeah, you really pulled a goof earlier Nonny.”
>Pinkie giggles as you think back to earlier today.
>Flashback to just under an hour ago, you had just got your tray filled with fresh spagets and were making your way to your usual table.
>...
>Pasta day son, ohhhh yea!
>Norman, Flash, Macintosh, and Zephyr were all already seated.
>You and the guys had all started hanging around Junior High, still good friends to this day.
>On the way to your seat, however, your eyes had wandered towards the rather great and plump posterior of Trixie Lulamoon.
>She was leaning over a table, discussing something with two girls sitting there.
>Pretty sure they were her bandmates.
>Her skirt today was almost skin-tight, and not to mention short, you swear you could see her panties poking out from your angle.
>Maximum unf.
>She could use you as an ass-istant any day.
>Caught up in your hormones instead of your footwork, you ended up walking right into another nearby table, the impact sent your lunch sliding off the tray.
>You looked down to see a freshly pasta’d Limestone Pie.
>Say something dammit.
>You tried to apologize, but being the sperg you are, you messed that up too by blurting the first words to come out of your mouth in panic.
“Sorry! I was busy staring at that ass..”
>You absolute idiot.
>At this moment fight-or-flight kicked in hard.
>You were out the cafeteria doors without a second thought.
>”Oh, I almost forgot!”
>Pinkies sudden outburst dragged you out of your memory.
>”Maud and Limestone’s Birthday Blowout is this weekend!” 
>That’s right, the Pie family usually held one party for two sisters at a time, seeing as how each date was only a month or so apart from another.
>”Here,” Pinkie grabs an envelope from out of her hair and hands it to you. ”Maybe you can patch things up with Limey then?”
>Huh, that’s actually not a bad idea.
>Public event, plenty of potential witnesses.
>It’s the best shot you’ve got, neigh, the only one if you hope to fix this.
“Thanks, Pinkie.”
>You stuff the invite in your pocket.
>”No problemo, 'Non!”
>Pinke smile’s back.
>Cherilee shushes the girl from a few rows over.
>She’s currently bent over with a rag, attending to a sauce stain on the carpet.
>”Sorry, Ms. Cheerilee.”
>Pinkie whispers in the librarian's direction.
>Pinkie’s expression turns a bit more sultry when she turns back to face you.
>”And maybe you can work on Maud too, eh loverboy?”
>Her eyebrows wiggle suggestively.
“I-I er…uh… “
>You groan in protest.
“I don’t know why I thought telling you about that was a good idea.”
>”Because I keep my Pinkie Promises.”
>She goes through the hand motions gleefully.
>”And I’d trust someone like you with her.”
>Before you can respond, Pinkie begins skipping off to the front desk to check out her book.
>You stand there deep in thought.
>Okay, maybe you should back things up a bit.
>For a while now, you’ve been quite enamored with the rather quiet Pie sibling.
>The older one.
>You didn’t always feel this way about Maud, but about a month ago that all changed, with a rather interesting encounter in a malfunctioning elevator.


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>Anon is a huge fan of this female singer that has gotten famous recently. He’s basically her number one fan. However, the singer keeps her identity hidden. As it turns out [insert mane 7 name here] is actually the singer and has a crush on Anon all while learning how much of a fan he is of her. Now she has to battle with the fact that he’s in love with her singer persona and not her.

>They say a girl that sings lyrics this explicit shouldn't be allowed to have a beautiful voice
>But she persists, whoever she is who goes under the persona of Jana Alabama or Jana for short
>Singing online releasing songs she wrote herself, about things she isn't socially allowed to do in real life without being called certain things by the public
>Jana is extremely frustrated
>She sings about having passions inside that will never leave her because it's "not appropriate"
>Finds it funny how her fans listen to her and hear her out when they just hear her beautiful singing voice on her records
>But holy fuck does Jana sound like an angel
>You’ve listened to every piece of music she's ever made and noticed some references in her songs that match your hometown
>Jana later sings that she's the same age you are
>Your friends love how obsessed you are with Jana, meme on you about it
>They joke about how she could be someone from the school, you joke too but it's a serious hope on the inside
>Jana starts singing about a "boy from her school obsessed with her and she fucking loves it"
>The joking intensifies but still no one knows who Jana really is
>She has such a strong and beautiful voice on the mic
>Start talking at girls at school more to try and identify anything in their voices you recognize
>Who is this wild girl you're in love with?
~~~
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I want to steal a kiss or touch Luna when she's sleeping.

>Wait until she's completely asleep
>Go up to her and start untying the strings on her bikini
>She almost starts to wake up but you're careful and do it gently little by little
>Loosen top, bobs start to open
>Double nip slip
>You touch her softly, but barely touching her to not wake her up
>Luckily she's a heavy sleeper
>Run your thumbs around on her nipples for a minute
>Think about getting your phone out the take pictures and stuff so it'll last longer
>Rummage through pocket to get your phone out to take a picture with Luna's bikini top wide open and her tits all the way out
>A gust of wind blows by and makes her nipples get erect
>Fuck, that's hot
>Not paying attention and drop your phone right onto her lap
>She wakes up, realizes what's going on and starts screaming and slapping you
>End up arrested and no longer allowed near the swimming hole
>No one wants to hang out with you anymore
>End

>Every summer the principal and vice-principal of CHS go to the beach in July
>None of the students ever saw them in anything but their formal clothes
>You're one of the guy students at the school and figure out which beach they're going to
>Make arrangements, plan out routes, and save up enough gas money
>You're soon on your way, vacation underway
>Want to see Celestia in a bikini if she's going to be wearing one
>You already think she looks sexy in those regular formal dress clothes from just the shape of her body
>Hardly shows anything past her neck, wears a suit jacket, non-tight regular pants, no skin showing except her face neck and hands
>But there's nothing she can do about her VERY womanly body that's impossible to hide the VERY womanly features of, no matter what the fuck she wears, no matter how hard she tries to conceal it all.
>You MUST see her in a bikini, so off you go
>Drive in your car for some hours until you reach your destination
>Get out and start scoping
>Fuck, this place is big
>People everywhere and you're already scoping some neat ass and titties from random stranger girls next to their boyfriends already
>Still no Celly to be found
>Set up base and start looking
>You just know she's gonna appear somewhere
>You scope out tons of the other girls at the beach but still no principal bod
>Start to give up hope
>See an ice cream parlor and spend some money on a couple of cones waiting
>This place is big and you didn't think about that
>You practically gotta search for miles to find a person at the same resort
>Fuck that, you wanna go home now
>It's hot as shit and you're tired
>Then all of a sudden
>"Anon? Is that you?"
>That's Celestia's voice
>Turn around to find her, wearing a t-shirt and towel around her waist
>Still unable to hide dat form she's got
>And with her is Luna, the vice-principal of the school and Dean Cadance of that other prep school with snooty students
"Oh hey, didn't expect to see you here," you say
>Luna goes "hmph" and walks away while Cadance introduces herself to you
>You realize you didn't plan on talking to them and just scoping them out
>But here you are, so might as well strike up some bullshit stories you came up with
>You went to train to be a dentist the other day, and it went badly
>Met a couple of college students
>Left your part-time job recently so you could find a better summer job
>Basic lies
>"That all sounds interesting. Would you like to join us all?" Asks Celestia.
"You mean like come with you?"
>"Always room for one more."
>"Yeah. Come on, we are sitting not too far from here." Says Cadance
>You had only planned to look at them from afar in secret
>Do you go with them or not and just go somewhere where they can't see you and spy on them and take pictures?
(THe thread votes to take pictures)
>You turn down Cadance's offer to come join the group hoping they won't notice you stay
>Whatever they don't even care
>Go about the day on the beach
>Hating the heat and wishing you were dead, what a fun time
>Soon find a good spot where the principals can't see you, from inside a hotel lobby window
>It's a miracle you actually found a spot like this
>They can't see you but you have a good view of them, there's like no one else in here to see what you're doing AND it's fucking air conditioned in here AND there's free food being handed out at the front of the buildings near where the restrooms are
>You could stay here all day
>And there she is, Principal Celestia
>White T-Shirt on top, a towel wrapped around legs
>You know her bikini is underneath
>It's so easy to make out the form of Celestia's tits with the shirt on
>Cadance is the first to strip
>Pulls her shorts down and her blouse up
>You rarely even saw this lady before but she's got some curves, damn
>Luna's walking around in a black T-shirt and bottomless except—holy shit she's wearing a thong bikini!
>Even from this distance, it's easy to see her asscheeks jiggle with each step as she goes across the sand
>Celestia sets her things down and gets ready to undress
>Fuck yes, get your phone out
>Maybe she'll suntan and untie the back of her bikini, and you'll get a shot of her nipple or something with your phone if you time shit right
>For obviously research purposes only
>Masturbatory research
>Celestia lifts her shirt up
>Oh shit! Oh fucking yes, it's everything you imagined but even better
>Wait why is she putting it back on?
>All three women look in the direction of some fat guy
>He's in a trenchcoat and fedora, not hard to tell he was creeping on them in BROAD DAYLIGHT
>Celestia Luna and Cadance give him dirty looks, take their things and move away from him
>They leave your field of view, but he's following, they'll surely go further
>FUCK
>THERE'S EVEN OUTLETS HERE TO CHARGE YOUR PHONE
~~~
>You walk into the coffee shop and stand in line at the counter
>You were a bit depressed this morning and you couldn't figure out why
>You had a fairly good job
>Enough money to keep you comfortable
>A nice apartment
>What more could one need?
>You knew, of course
>A girl
>You were so lonely
>But you could never ask a girl out
>You were way too shy and autistic for that
>You get to the front of the line and see quite the dime piece at the counter
>She had thick, rather messy green hair and freckles
>Her nametag read Wallflower Blush
>"Can I take your order, sir?"
>You snapped back into reality at the sound of her sweet, quiet voice
"O-oh, um, yes."
>You tell her your order and she gives you a cute little smile
>It sent a wave of butterflies coursing through you
>"What's your name?"
>The butterflies were about to burst out of your mouth
"U-um Anon. Anon E. Mouse."
>You cringe in embarrassment as you see her write the name on your cup
>She wasn't trying to get to know you, she was trying to get the name for your order
>You awkwardly smile and go to the other side to wait for your coffee to be finished
>God you were so autistic
>She called your name and handed you your fresh coffee
>"Did you go to Canterlot High by chance?"
"Uh yeah. How'd you know?"
>"I used to go there too. Got kicked out after an... ahem... incident."
"Incident?"
>"Uh, never mind!"
>She laughs awkwardly
>You both sit there awkwardly for what seems like forever
>You hear Wallflower mumble something
"What?"
>Her cheeks go crimson
>"I-I was just asking if..."
>She mumbles again
"A little louder."
>"You want to hang out after my shift!?"
>She yelled it far louder than she intended to and instantly put her hands on her mouth
>You never thought a face could turn such a deep red
"Uh, sure! When do you get off?"
>She says in a whisper quieter than a church mouse
>"3 PM"
"Then it's a date."
>You put your hand on your mouth, your face now as red as hers
"I-I mean not a date-date, unless you want it to be hahaha."


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>Monday in Equestria
>You are Vice-Principal Luna
>Your sister is out sick for the day, so you're filling in for her
>You delegated the morning announcements to Ms. Cheerilee so that you could drink your coffee in peace 
>And dear Lord are you bored
"Ugh, how DOES she pass the time here?"
>Rarely anyone is sent to the office, and the paperwork is so light that you usually don't start till after lunch
"Hmm..."
>You lock the door, taking a quick look around to make sure no one is nearby.
>Coast clear, you hop onto the desk and undo the top button to your shirt
"I'M PrinciPAL CelesTIA!" you proclaim to the empty room
>You giggle as you do a small hop to the floor
"I JUST LOVE being a rOle model for my STUDENTS!"
>Your giggle becomes a full laugh as you leap towards the windows
"LUNA plEASE, hOW will the CHILdren like you if the BLINDS are always dra— AH!"
>You drop below the sill and fix your shirt
>There's a man floating in the air
>"I didn't think I could be more in love with yo—"
>THUNK
>"CRAP!"
>You hear leaves rustle and branches snap
>Terrified, you lean out the window to see if the flying man is okay
>But instead, you see a green man tangled in a tree
"Oh, it's you. Anonymous, I hope you realize you have detention?"
>"But Vice-Principal Luna, he was helping me test my new drone!"
>A purple figure steps out from behind the tree Anonymous is in
"Miss Sparkle?"
>"I'm sorry ma'am, I needed a place to test my drone's carrying capacity, and Anon said you wouldn't be upset if we used the faculty lot!"
>You heave out a sigh, forcing yourself not to be upset
"It's alright Miss Sparkle. I'll send Leo with a ladder and scissors."
>"I KNEW YA LUBBED ME, BP!"
>You couldn't have grabbed the emergency whiskey faster if you tried
>...
>Monday in Equestria
>You are Vice-Principal Luna
>You like getting to work early because you're certain the sun is out to get you
>And there is a car in pulling into your parking space
>A green beetle, with rusted brown chrome
"Ugh, again? I THOUGHT he would have learned by now."
>You stomp up to Anonymous's car, grinding your teeth hard enough to turn coal into diamonds
>You slam the roof as you close in
"ANONYMOUS, I HAVE TOLD YOU TI—oh my goodness"
>In the car is not Anonymous, as you thought, but instead a young green girl
>And she is on the verge of tears
>"I'm s-sorry. This is my f-first d-day a-and I d-didn't know..."
"Good one, Luna," you think to yourself
"I'm so sorry, I thought you were somebody else. I'm Vice-Principal Luna, and you are...
>"W-wallflower B-Blush," she stammers out, tears subsiding
>You gave her directions to the student lot, and then spend the early morning showing her around the school
>She's a bright young girl, if not a bit skittish. Kinda reminds you of yourself at a young age...
>With school about to start, you walk her back to her car to grab her books
"And here we are, back at the student lot. If you have any other questions, don't hesitate to visit my off—"
>"I'VE GOT A QUESTION!"
>Oh boy, coming in on rollerblades, it's the green one you can't stand
"Good Morning, Ano... nymous?"
>He doesn't seem to register you being there, coming to a stop in front of Wallflower
>"ARE YOU TRYING TO STEAL MY GIRLFRIEND AGAIN, SIS?" he declares while thrusting his finger at you
"You're his sister?"
>Wallflower sighs and rolls her eyes
>"No, I'm not! I haven't 'stolen' any of your girlfriends! Plus, she's the Vice-Principal for crying out loud!"
>"THEN EXPLAIN JUNE!"
>"SHE WAS OUR BABYSITTER, AND SHE LIKED ME BETTER ANYWAYS!"
>You slink back to your office while the two siblings argue about you, leaving them by Wallflower's car
>You heave a sigh as you slide into your office chair
>Why doesn't this ever happen to Cadance?
>...
>Monday in Equestria
>You are Dean Cadance
>Your favorite musicians are Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, and Captain Beefheart
>And there is a white moped in your parking space
>Well, less in your parking space and more behind it, really
>It's kinda blocking you in
"Whose moped is this?" you wonder aloud as you get closer
>When you get close enough to touch it, a man in a trench coat and a pantyhose facemask leaps between you and the bike
>"HAHEHA! THIS IS MY HOG, SWEE—"
"aaaAAAAAAAAAAA!"
>You rip your mace out of your bag and spray him in the eyes
>"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEE"
>He lets out a girly shriek as he hits the asphalt, ripping his mask off and crying
>The moped falls onto his foot, the pain pulling his hands from his face
>Wait a second, you know this green molester
"Androgynous? What are you doing?"
>Nearby, you hear some bushes rustle
>"Oh right, that scream was my cue!" a voice says from the bushes nearby
>Walking out from the bush is one of your students, Shining Armor
>"WALK BY ACTING NONCHALANT," he loudly reads off his palm as he approaches
>When he gets near your car, he stops, still looking into his palm
>"H-hoe dare you, You F-friend? Fiend? YOU FIEND!"
>He looks from his hand at the two of, a smug expression of heroism on his face
>This is quickly replaced by shock when he sees his moped on the floor
>"My baby! Anonymous, I thought you said you were going to help me get a date with the Dean!"
>He pulls the moped off of Anonymous and helps him to his feet
>A date?
>"Bro trusssst me, the molester/hero trick always works on old—AH GOD THE WIND STINGS MY EYES"
>You open your car and grab a bottle of water, handing it to Anonymous,
"You know boys, I have some paperwork I forgot to grab"
>Could you please be gone by the time I get back?
>Shining Armor turns cherry red and salutes you as you turn to walk away
>"Ma'am, yes, ma'am!"
>Free from his hands, you hear the moped fall back onto Anonymous's foot
>"OW! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE INTO COUGARS, SHINING? WHY?"
>...
>Monday in Equestria
>You are Vice-Principal Luna
>You are tucked under your sheets, with several fans circulating what remains of the cool night air
>An alarm reminds you that it's 11:00 AM
>And it's also the first day of summer vacation!
>A hybrid chuckle-yawn slips past your lips as you stretch to wake up
>Sliding out of bed, you saunter your way downstairs into the kitchen
"No work and no students for two whole months!"
>You exclaim to no one as you pour yourself a mug of joe
>Sure there was administrative paperwork to handle, but you can worry about that later in the day
>All that matters now is your coffee
"And that pizza I ordered before I took my post-wake-up nap should be here right abou—"
>DING-DONG
"Perfect!"
>You skip towards the door, stopping to grab a small tip from your change jar by the door
>As you do so, you realize that you look a bit... frumpy
>Your hair is a mess, and your pajamas are a VERY long shirt that hangs off one shoulder and barely covers your knees
"Eh, it's summer. Who cares?"
>You open the door, ready to receive your greasy breakfast of champions
>"Here's your p— Oh, heya VP! You look amazing!"
>Oh no.
>"Say, this isn't like one of those videos where you invite me in to give me a tip, right? I mean, your order did say 'extra sau— GRRK!"
>In one swift move you jam five dollars in his mouth, relieve him of your nosh, and slam the door shut.
>Anon coughs outside as he spits the money onto the floor
>"Hey, wow! Twenty bucks!"
"Dang it... I was going to use that at the arcade later."
>Then you hear another knock.
>"Uh, so is this a 'no' on the special tip?"
>You lock the door and speak through the mail slot.
“Leave my porch or I'm sending my dog after you.”
>Anon scrambles as he leaves the stoop
>"I'll see you when you order delivery again, my love!"
>As he gets in his car, you open your phone and call up Peezter Robo to try and get Anon fired.
>Sure, it's a bit of an overreaction
>But this pizza is too delicious for you to avoid it all summer.
>...
>Monday Afternoon in Equestria
>You are Headmistress Cadance
>You're taking a nice cruise down the boulevard in your wheels when you see a crudely painted sign
>"CAR WAZH, FIVE DOLLAR$", it reads
"Aww, it's so great to know kids still try to raise money on summer break!"
>Deciding to humor them, you pull into the parking lot to get your car washed
>"Hello Sir, or Madam, would you like a car wash today?" a familiar voice drones out to you
>You angle your sunglasses down to peer over the top of the lenses
>Sure enough, it's Shining Armor, reading off his palm again
>Well, at least he's kind of a kid. Sort of.
"Hello, Shining. Trying to raise money for some new video game?"
>He does a quick look around before he lets out a sigh
>"Actually, my friend just got fired this morning, so I'm helping him earn some gas money so he can get to an interview tomorrow."
"Aw, that's so nice of you! How many customers have you had so far?"
>Shining giggles for a moment then recomposes himself.
>"I think you're our... third customer today? We would have had more, but Anon's sales tactics are a bit agg—"
>"SHINY! WHAT DID I TELL YOU IS THE FIRST RULE OF CAR WASH?" a green young man barks as he approaches your car
>"'Always Be Selling,'" Shining winces a bit as he replies
>Quickly, the other young man gets close enough for you to recognize
"Hello, Autonomous. How's your day been?"
>"I've been good Miss Cadenza." Autonomous looks back and forth between you and Shining
>"But YOU could use a good car wash!"
>You nod
"That's why I'm here."
>Anon nods enthusiastically in reply
>"OF COURSE! WE OFFER ONLY THE BEST RUBDOWNS ON ANY CHASSIS, AND MY FRIEND HERE SPECIALIZES IN THE OLDER MODELS," he announces with a wink
>Shining Armor turns red and starts to back away, but Anon grabs and wrestles him onto your windshield, trying to rip off Shining's shirt
"Woah!"
>"Ease up man, c'mon!"
>"NEVER! THE CUSTOMER DEMANDS PLEASING!"
>None of you notice as a police car sidles up beside you...
>...
>Early Monday Evening in Equestria
>You are Principal Celestia
>And it's poker night, one of the most important days on your calendar this month
>Next to the cheese, cake, cheesecake, and the whiskey convention in two weeks, that is
"Sombra and Chrysalis are going to get their wallets drained tonight!" you say to your reflection with a grin
>They got their asses handed to them every week, but they always got cocky around the start of summer for some reason
>Locking up, you hop in your car for a drive across town to Sombra's Apartment
>You drum your fingers against the wheel
The light at 3rd always takes forever, you grumble
>'Tap-tap' goes a finger on your window
>On reflex, you swing the car door open hard enough to knock them to knock your assailant to the ground
>You grab your phone to call 911
>"Ugh, Principal... whyyy?" groans the man you knocked down
"Anonymous?"
>Making a left on 7th, you get onto the freeway as you make your way towards Anon's house
>Sombra was okay with waiting to till you showed up, but both Chrysalis and yourself were miffed with having to wait.
>Haven't been late to a single game in five years, you know?
"Sorry."
>"It's fine."
>You shift lanes to be closer to the upcoming offramp
"So, what's with the daisy dukes?"
>Anon looks down as if noticing his shorts for the first time
>"Oh. Well, I was delivering a pizza to Miss Luna."
"Dressed like that?"
>"No!" he shakes his head, "I had a uniform! But when I got back to the shop, my boss fired me for 'harassing' someone. I treated Peetzer Robo like a temple. Then, when I was trying to raise gas money with a car wash, some cop mistook me and my friend for sex workers! Do I look like a sex worker to you?"
>You pull off the freeway and make a left
"Just a little," you smirk.
>Anon chuckles as you pull up in front of his house
>"But hey at least I can sleep at home tonight, right?"
>Gingerly, you pat his shoulder
"That's the spirit, Anne. Now fuck off, I've got poker to win and you left a wet spot on my seat."


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>You tightened the grip on your knife
>Your stomach rumbled
>Half from hunger, half from the stench that was coming out of the garbage cans you were hiding behind for the last hour
>Being an orphan living on the streets of Manehattan was tough
>For up until now you managed to feed yourself by finding something edible in the trash or stealing
>But you just couldn't take those foul leftovers anymore
>And local butcher promised to make a meal out of you if he is to catch you once again
>And upon trying to scavenge surrounding neighborhoods you found out that local packs of street kids weren't too kind to your green ass
>You probably should have tried to stick to one of those gangs, but you were too young, too weak, and really bad at communicating
>But here comes your salvation
>A female figure going down the alley towards you
>She was wearing some summer dress
>Long purple curvy hair was falling from under her sun hat and gently swayed as she walked
>Her shades reflected setting sun
>She looked almost alien, a woman like that in this dirty place
>You gulped
>She was getting closer, the click-clack of her heels resonating through the alley
>Easy target, right?
>You were going to pounce in front her, point your knife at her and tell the bitch to give you her money
>Then you will be able to get some real food
>Maybe you can even bribe your way into one of those gangs!
>Yeah, piece of cake. Let's just hope she's not gonna faint right away
>Your hands were really sweaty
>You took a deep inhale
>Okay, it's time!
>You jumped in front of her, knife in your extended arm pointing at the woman
>She stopped, looking almost confused, facial expression was hard to read because of those damn shades on the third of her face
"G-give me your money!"
>You shouted, your voice almost betrayed you
>Your hand was shaking
>Shit, calm down man, you are the one with the knife
>Woman tilted her head to the side
>Now you were sure she looked confused
>She raised her hand to her face to lower her glasses and get a better look of you
>Her eyes were of a deep, mesmerizingly blue color
>"Excuse me?"
>Shit
>This wasn't going as planned
"I said give me your money if you don't want me to shank you, bitch!"
>She furrowed her brow
>Oh no, it wasn't going well at all
>Was she going to call for help?
>Or start running?
>You didn't think that far
>She, however, did something you didn't expect at all
>She took a step forward, her hand rising
>You started to lean backward
"Wha— step back bit—"
>SMACK!
>Stars filled your vision, pain shooting through your cheek
>That bitch just bitchslapped you
>And either her hand weighed a fucking ton or you were really light
>Because that punch send you stumbling into the trash cans, your knife flying from your hand in the opposite direction
>As you were lying on the ground counting stars, the woman didn't seem stressed at all
>Elegantly picking up your knife, she put it in her pouch
>"I think I'll be keeping this, young man."
>Saying this, she started walking away as if nothing happened
>Fuck
>Your cheek was burning, tears filling up your eyes
>You fucking failed
>Didnt get any money
>Got bitchslapped by a woman
>And the only memory of your father that was the knife was taken away from you, now in the pouch of that scary female walking away from you
>Tears running down your burning cheek weren't from pain now
>You wanted to die
>You let your head fall to the side
>Near the end of the alley, the woman actually stopped, then turning and walking inside some building
>Great. You lost her
>Now she is probably gonna tell whoever is inside that building about you and they will run out and kick your ass from here
>You won't be able to scavenge around this alley any longer
>And those kids in surrounding neighborhoods will rip you to shreds
>Fantastic. Might as well go and nosedive from the bridge right now
>You sobbed
>No
>Fuck this
>At least if you were going to die, you will get back your knife before that
>Doesnt matter how you will wait for that woman to come out and stick your teeth into her if needed
>Yeah, that's the plan
>For now though, you will just lay here for a bit
>You needed to lick your wounds, both physical and ones of the soul
~~~
>Rainbow Dash, a tough athlete girl from up north, attends a Miami concert in her own different timeline.
>First time visiting this city, not used to how hot it always is.
>Comes in her favorite black lightning bolt mark T-shirt with the midriff neatly cut away.
>Fit, slender and curvy body is quite a sight to be seen.
>She turns down any guys that approach her let alone try any advances on her.
>If anything she's looking for another girl to fuck in some motel.
>But that's gonna have to wait. Miami is a hell of a city.
>The night before the festival starts, RD gets drunk and passed out in her motel room.
>Next morning, she wakes up face up on her bed.
>Her favorite shirt has been cut open with scissors.
>Shorts and spandex pulled to her ankles.
>RD sticks a finger between her nethers and pulls it out.
>That's definitely cum.
>RD looks around to see the whole place turned upside down, anything valuable is gone.
>The room door is still wide open.
>Broken on the inside, she begins to angrily sob on the bed, swearing to seek out and murder whoever did this to her.
>Just then the phone rang.
>She picks it up, fixing to call the cops after telling this person to fuck off.
"Hello?" She says.
>"I saw everything that happened to you." A voice says. "I know this probably the worst day of your life but you have to listen to me. I can help."
"Who the fuck are you?"
>"Don't worry about that until later. All you need to know is that I might know who did this to you."
"Why... why didn't you call the cops you piece of shit?!"
>"There was nothing I could do to stop them. There were too many. And the cops can't help either of us, you need to trust me on this."
"Is this some kind of a sick prank?" RD says with tears down her cheeks.
>"No. You have to trust me. There is more going on than you think."
"Well, what the fuck is going on?"
>"Look underneath your bed. I left a couple of things for you."
>RD hesitates at first but then looks under.
>Pulls out a hatchet ax, a handgun, and a piece of paper with an address.
"What the fuck is this?" Says RD.
>"Take them. They're yours now. Meet me at that address at that time and I'll introduce myself so I can help you take your revenge. Don't say the address over the phone, because they're listening."
"Who's listening? What's going on? I'm calling the cops!"
>"No! Don't! Right now you need to get out of there! They know I'm calling you and they're surely coming back! Get off the phone now and go to that address, I'll meet you there."
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?"
>The call ends with a dial tone.


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>It's really hard.
>Being in charge of a school, that is.
>Celestia wanted to party in her teenage years and college.
>But she was too busy.
>She stayed a virgin too despite how attractive she was.
>Some religious beliefs.
>Was a huge mistake that can't be corrected now.
>Celestia has grown far past her twenties.
>Her hourglass body widened from years of sitting and working and living off of a poor diet.
>No longer as young-looking as she used to be.
>The roaring twenties are a thing of the past.
>The partying spirit in her that never got a chance to come out is with those years, and pretty much stays there.
>Now unbelievably still a virgin, Celestia throws herself into her work.
>Crunching time even though she has the whole day to get shit done.
>Is super productive even for a principal.
>Because she's channeling tension.
>None of the students can tell and think she's just strict.
>But all she really needs is to stop carrying her virginity on her shoulders.
>But she's mostly around teenage students all day.
>Contains herself and does nothing at all because that shit ain't allowed, and she can't do shit with the teachers either.
>Celestia finally accepts that she is entering the phase of her life where no one finds her attractive anymore.
>And she's in a position where she can't even ask about it without facing much reputation-crushing backlash until she retires in a couple of decades.
>She feels like she's too old to party anymore, but not old enough to not care about losing her virginity.
>And she's a school principal.
>This fucking sucks.

>You are Anon.
>Former juvenile delinquent in his early twenties who finally went back to high school because he needs a high school diploma to get a job he wants.
>But god damn are you stupid, it's the reason you got held back then flunked out in the past.
>Got caught up in some bad shit after that for a couple of years, went to rehab for a bit, got clean and started turning your life around.
>Start new life out of state and choose CHS to get your diploma because it's the easier school.
>Start year off confident.
>A month or two later and you're failing every class.
>It's like you know even less than you did before.
>Principal Celestia is concerned, calls you to her office.
>You don't even fucking care anymore.
>Maybe you'll just leave and never come back.
>You've made money in other ways in the past.
>But maybe you'll give this one last shot just to see if you can plead for a second chance at that diploma and the "easy" way out of your situation.
>"Yes hello, Anonymous. Come in." Celestia locks a gaze on you.
>"So you have been having trouble with your academics, I see." Says Celestia.
"Yeah."
>"So what seems to be the problem?"
"I guess I'm not very bright. I am trying, I really am."
>"I see you are. Would you like for me to sign a tutor to you?"
"Ah, uh, well, I guess I'd pretty much need to. I've always been a little slow with school work. My real strength is labor and stuff."
>You scratch the back of your head.
>Celestia gets a look at the muscles on your arm.
>She is reminded of a few guys she thought were cute when she was your age.
"Tutors didn't really help me before though. It's just like taking notes a second time."
>"Would you still like one?"
"I'm not sure if it would help me."
>Celestia gently strokes her outer thighs under her desk.
>"Is there anything you think could help you?"


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>College.
>Saturday night.
>Rarity dresses up nice and heads to a party.
>Arrives there early at 9 pm, starts chatting it up with the nearby boys.
>Instantly starts drinking wine.
>Outside the window is a giant crab trying to get in.
>Says it knows one of the boys.
>The night progresses.
>Rarity begins to question whether this night is going to keep going well.
>Starts trying to guess which one of the boys is the one the giant crab knows.
>Exits the house and goes to the backyard pool, now a little drunk.
>A couple of thirsty boys follow her.
>Keeps chatting it up with them.
>"So you like lacrosse huh? You ever play?"
>Just some normal conversations.
>Suddenly, the giant crab hops the fence.
>Rarity stands up quickly and goes back inside.
>But doesn't leave the party so she can hang out more.
>Gets drunker.
>Dances with some of the guys.
>They grind on her ass.
>The giant crab is outside the window trying to push its way in.
>Can't.
>Crabby no crabbing.
>Rarity goes to the other room and takes another swig of brandy.
>Everything's getting hazy now.
>The boys at the party want to chat with Rarity more and more.
>They know she's getting fucking smashed.
>She reaches the point where she can barely walk in a straight line.
>Starts kissing up on one of the boys telling him how he's handsome.
>Does the same thing with another boy minutes later.
>Both guys kindly walk Rarity back up to the upstairs room.
>Meanwhile, one of the windows on the first floor is broken by something.
>Upstairs, the bedroom door is locked.
>Rarity is stripped naked and spitroasted by the two guys and drunkenly enjoys every second of it.
>Passes out.
>Morning.
>Rarity wakes up with her dress sloppily put back on.
>She hears a growl.
>Knows what this means.
>Jumps to her feet right before a crab claw can snip her arm off.
>Pulls out a knife from a dresser drawer and faces off against the crab.
>Battle ensues for ten minutes until Rarity kills the crab in the shower.
>Not today.
~~~
>You groan as Applejack doubles her efforts plunging her cock deeper and harder with each thrust
>She's getting close you can feel her dick start to pull up inside your asshole as it flexes preparing to deliver her seed
>You're ready
"Plow my fields, Applejack, harder"
>You moan in encouragement
>"Gonna sow my seeds in yer dirt, Anon"
>Yes, let them grow
>You feel her mighty apples slam against your own one final time as she hilts inside your colon
>You whine as she shoots load after load into your body filling you deeper
>Finally she pulls out shooting one last load on your lower back before falling back groaning in pleasure
>You quickly turn around and suckle on her tender apples and thoroughly clean her shrinking member as it rests on your face
>After lovingly kissing her now clean head you lay next to her and coo when she wraps her strong arms around you
>She puts her mouth to your ear
>"Appuls,” she whispers
>You tear up
>You've finally got apples in your core
FIN


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>Pinkie and Anon were enjoying a quiet lunch together in the school's cafeteria. 
>Pinkie locked eyes with Anon as she slowly slipped a banana into her mouth. 
>Anon put down his sandwich and stared at Pinkie with confusion and disgust.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked.
>Pinkie responded by pulling the intact banana out and giving him a wink. 
>Anon scowled at her as she started to slip the banana back into her mouth. 
>Then he jumped to his feet with fury in his face. 
"Eat it like a normal person, dammit!"
>As soon as he said that, Rarity, who was sitting at the table behind Anon, stood up and conjured a warhammer made of diamonds. 
>She spun around and smash the weapon against the back of Anon's skull causing him to fall onto the table in front of him. 
>As soon as his body made contact with the table, Pinkie used her power to make it explode. 
>Anon shot through the roof where Rainbow and Applejack were waiting. 
>Rainbow used the momentum of her super speed to give Anon a flying kick while he was still airborne. 
>The kick sent Anon towards Applejack who balled up a fist and pulled her arm back. 
>When Anon reached her she gave him a mighty uppercut shooting him into the stratosphere where Twilight and Sunset were waiting in their angel forms. 
>They blasted Anon with beams of magic energy, shooting him back down and into the middle of the school's running track. 
>Fluttershy commanded some critters to pull Anon out of the crater and onto the grass where the all the girls were waiting. 
>They all looked down at Anon whose clothes were torn, charred, and covered in dirt. 
>"AW! Dangit! We couldn't kill him! He's not even bleeding!" Pinkie said with a huff.
>Anon blankly stared into the sky past the girls lingering faces and coughed out a puff of smoke.
"You all owe me a new sandwich."
~~~
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So guys, when I was down the shop today I saw a dressing gown whilst buying clothes for my gal. Anyone got any critique? What'dya think?
Posting it in here since this seems like the most relevant topic.

Wait...
Is that a sex doll?

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"Yep. Her name is Cherry Sundae. She's based off of an OC pony."

>Be Cherry Sundae, one wasteland horse, a mercenary for hire
>Daily life isn't a struggle like it is for some others, but I don't let myself become complacent. Laziness leads to death out here and I'll be damn sure I don't die to some raider
>One day whilst doing my job, one of the local celebrity stallions takes notice of me, showers me with affection and attention. I can't help but give in and let him into where he wants to be
>The sex is amazing, his feathers simply astounding, and the fact that he chose me! Just everything about him is perfect
>He's going to go out on an adventure, so I follow. More sex, more fun, more danger, but its all worth it because I'm really falling for him
>Life isn't perfect, here in the wasteland, but with my lover, it feels like we could make the perfect life for ourselves
>Run into a zebra, who speaks in riddles and rhymes. Says something about "Hoobedy doobedy doo, a human I make of you!"
>Zebra then blows some dust on me, but my lover beats him to the floor. We continue on our day, not sure what the fuck just happened but whatever. It wasn't poisonous because I'm not hurting or feeling ill in any way.
>Go to sleep in my lover's hooves, happy as can be
>...
>Wake up the next day, something doesn't feel right
>I can't feel my horn, nor my tail
>My magic isn't working and all I can see is black
>There's a loud humming, though there's no way of figuring out what it is. I now realize that my hooves feel... odd... and I can't move my legs, any of them! Or my neck!
>I can feel my body, but I can't move it
>Panic!
>Time passes, nothing seems to happen, occasionally I feel like I'm being lifted and moved around but nothing really changes
>All I can see is black
>The constant darkness is both numbing and terrifying to me, I don't know what the fuck that zebra did, but I can't even hear my lover anywhere
>Finally, the moving me around from place to place stops, I don't know where I am, but I think I'm at the end of the line
>I thought I was at the end of the line... I thought wrong
>My whole world is upside down now, even though I can't see, I can feel it
>I keep banging on something. It feels like someone is taking me... up?
>Now the noises have stopped, there's heavy breathing. Celestia damn it, what's going on!?
>I can hear the sound of a knife on cardboard
>I can see streaks of light!
>I can SEE!
>N-no... no... no no no.
>Some large creature, taller than even a bloody bear, is staring at me with a smile
>Is this it? Is this how I die? Eaten by some bear thing?
>The bear thing takes off shackles that hold me down, stopping me from fighting... only, their removal doesn't change anything
>He looks happy, excited and almost... caring?
>Oh god what is going on! What is happening to me?!
>I'm now sitting down and... OH GOD, IT JUST KISSED ME
>Recoiling in horror at the thought, I... I can't move still, I can't recoil. It's looking at me with a smile
"Hello, Cherry."
>...
>It knows...
>It knows my name
"I've been so excited to meet you, babe."
>BABE?!
>Now I'm scared. Where's my lover?!
"Come here doll, let's get you sorted out."
>Oh goddess what now? Celestia, Luna! HELP!
>No help comes
>It takes me to a cubical... and... oh, its a shower?
>The bear thing showers me, powders me and smiles at me
>I'm starting to enjoy the loving care and patience. Then it hits me. I can stand! I can stand up! I'm not completely paralyzed!
>The warmth of the shower is so relaxing...
>Hey, wait, what was that?
>Get your hoof out of there!
>That's better! Gosh, that's rude, shoving hooves in places uninvited! And worse, I feel a lot fuller now
>*Pomf =3*
>Wait, why am I on the bed?
>What are we going to do on the bed?
"Mmmm, Cherry. Oh yes."
>I realize now as he spreads my legs and bends them back against my chest
>...
>I have been turned into a sex doll
>Two or three weeks have passed
>My new lover has been taking adequate care of me, for now
>Today he brought me new clothes! I'd been wearing the same ones for a little too long, I agree
>Snuggling up in all of my new clothes was so much fun, and the pictures!
>Maybe being a sex doll ain't so bad after al— WAIT, THAT'S MY ASSHO—
~~~
>Wake up one morning
>Seems darker outside than usual
>Especially for 7 AM
>Open your eyes and find something is blocking the sunlight coming from the window
>It's Pinkie Pie's massive tits
>"Wakey-wakey, Nonny!"
>She titslaps you as you lay in bed
>You squirm out into the floor
"Pinkiiiieee!"
>"You know you like it!"
~~~
>Some foreign but well-off country.
>Fluttershy never imagined a better life for herself until she found out about the portal.
>Graduated from high school just a couple of years back.
>Didn't think about getting a job but found some sturdiness in working as a worker in some dude's mansion.
>Long story short, all she had to do was be really pretty and she could be there.
>One of her friend's sisters, Marble Pie, got talked into doing it as well.
>But they both learned what else they'd be doing when they signed the contracts.
>The reason why none of the other girls who looked into it never fully applied because they could talk their way out of the awkward situation of the owner standing there and kindly encouraging the signature of the documents.
>Marble and Fluttershy weren't very good at negotiating.
>Their signatures went onto the paper.
>And after that, the next couple of years of their future was set in stone whether they liked it or not.
>Fluttershy and Marble have the job of tending to the mansion's owner.
>Just around the house, but mostly in the bedroom.
>There's no need to detail exactly what happens, but the girls tend to shower and tidy themselves up after they're done with their duties.
>The times when they did this lost their spark over the years.
>Both Fluttershy and Marble became unhappy with their lives.
>They want to leave, but the contracts hold them in place at the mansion indefinitely.
>Neither girl remembers this being in the contract, but it apparently said that all along.
>Though Fluttershy knows she read the whole contract and would have remembered seeing that.
>Sad part is, knowing her, she would have been pressured into signing anyway.
>Now they're stuck here.
>Under some local government mandate that reinforces the contract's power over them.
>Unconditionally.
>Fluttershy and Marble are required to be available to their master whenever he is around.
>They later find out that he recently got a seat in the government.
>One day, Fluttershy notices a small gap in the fence in the backyard garden.
>It's probably just big enough to fit through, but people are watching her right now.
>They go to bed during the night but so does Fluttershy when her master calls her.
>She thinks of a plan.


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>There is a bridge crossing a river, located just on the outskirts of the city.
>You walk across it almost every day, but you seldom take the time to really look at it.
>It’s just part of your daily trek home.
>Occasionally you stop for a minute or two, leaning on the guardrail and watching the dark water flow between the pillars of reinforced concrete below.
>It’s usually dark by the time you make your way home.
>The bridge is devoid of traffic and everything is touched by the warm orange light of the overhead street lamps.
>So you immediately notice the girl with the rainbow-colored hair sitting on top of the guardrail.
>She has her back turned to you; her legs are dangling over the edge.
>Her head hangs low, her sight apparently focused on the rippling waves far below her feet.
>Shit.
>You’re pretty far away from her, about 10 seconds of solid sprinting, by your judgment.
>If you’d call out to her now and she decided to jump there’s no way you’d reach her in time.
>So you keep walking, your hands in the pockets of your jacket, trying to maintain your speed and—for fuck’s sake—not succumb to your instincts and start running.
>Your heart’s beating so fast you can hear your blood in your ears.
>Your vision seems to shift and blur, making you see nothing but the strands of colorful hair just out of your reach.
>You keep walking.
>After what feels like minutes of focusing on your breathing, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other, you’ve closed the distance and are only a couple of meters away from her now.
>She turns her head with a sudden jerk, a ragged breath of surprise escaping her.
>You stop dead in your tracks.
"H-hey..." you weekly try to calm the terrified girl, holding up your hands in a placating gesture.
>She doesn’t answer.
>Her head jerks back to the water, and back to you.
"What are you doing?"
>No answer.
>Although you still haven’t moved since she saw you—with your hands still dumbly held up in the air—you’re probably close enough to rush her now.
>If she started to let go you’d probably be fast enough to pull her back.
>Probably.
>Fuck, you still don’t want to risk it.
"What’s your name?"
>The girl turns to look at you again.
>She’s not crying but you can see the red in her eyes.
>You can see the messy strands of coiffured hair hanging around her face.
>Her expression is entirely devoid of emotion, as if inside she has already gone through with what she’s attempting.
>"...go away," she finally mumbles, her meek voice coming out as nothing more than a dry whisper.
"I’m not going away," you reply quickly. "If I go away now you’ll die."
>"I want to die, are you missing something?"
>For what it’s worth, you saw her start to push herself forward even before she was fully executing the motion.
>By the time her thighs leave the guardrail you’re already sprinting.
>Reaching out to grab her—any part of her or her clothes you’d be able to—you can just feel the fabric of her hoody at the tip of your fingers.
>...
>Her name is Rainbow Dash.
>You learned so later, at the police station.
>She’s a high school student.
>They couldn’t tell you much more.
>She didn’t appear to be suicidal, from what they could gather.
>You sit on one of the benches at the station, a Styrofoam cup of steaming coffee next to you.
>It tastes bad; the flavor is all but burned away and replaced with nothing but bitterness.
>They offered you some doughnuts from the break room, but you didn’t want any.
>It feels like you’ll throw up if you try to eat something.
>The words of the officer are still playing in your head.
>You shouldn’t take it too hard, he had said.
>You did everything you could have done, and they were grateful to you for getting involved as much as you did.
>You shouldn’t blame yourself.
>Taking another sip of coffee, the beverage doing nothing to help the cold knot in your stomach, you look at the clock on the wall.
>Almost 10:30.
>They asked you to stay a bit longer, just in case any more questions would be coming up.
>And, frankly, because they didn’t think you were in a state of mind to just walk out of here.
>You can’t really argue.
>When they came and told you, you didn’t understand.
>You kept asking if you could see her; you wanted to make sure she’s fine yourself.
>It took a few minutes until you got it.
>You still haven’t.
>Not really, if you’re honest.
>"Sir?"
>The officer from earlier is back, holding another form for you to fill out.
>"If you could just fill in your contact details on this so we know how to reach you. Just in case something comes up."
>You nod, taking the piece of paper off of him.
>"And then I’d like to call you a cab to bring you home. This is a list of numbers you can call..."
>He hands you another piece of paper folded into a small brochure.
>"...including, should you feel you need it at all, a contact for psychiatric counsel."
"Thanks."
>Your voice comes out much weaker than you thought it would.
>Filling in your data and handing the form back to the officer, you drain the last of your coffee and follow him to the front desk.
>You’re still a bit shaky on your legs but you try not to show it.
>He’s about to pick up the phone when you stop him.
"Is it okay if I walk?"
>He musters you, the note of concern in his eyes not lost on you.
"I feel it’d do me better to clear my head some."
>Also the thought of riding in a car makes you nauseous again.
>"Alright," he decides after a few more seconds, "straight home, understood?"
"Yes, sir."
>"And make use of those contacts if you need them."
>The night air is cool on your face.
>The wind is blowing through your jacket, leaving you with little protection against the cold.
>You’re on the bridge again.
>You don’t really know why.
>All you know is you couldn’t go home.
>You’re leaning over the guardrail, watching the rough waves crash around the pillars below.
>The street lamps still shine their orange light on everything, seemingly unfazed by what happened.
>You stand in the same spot as before, letting the images flash through your mind again.
>The weight of her body slowly shifting as she pushes forward.
>Her shining heir catching the glow of the surroundings, sparkling in a million colors as the wind rushes through it.
>Her name was Rainbow Dash.
~~~
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>Pone Rarity is going flying through the air.
>Pinkie thought her pony counterpart was somewhere else.
>Then there she was in Rarity's arms.
>Well this is bad.
>Pone Rarity kicks her hooves before falling to the floor.
>Sprains hoof.
>The others gasp.
>"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh! I'm so sorry!" Says pinkie.
>Pone Rarity holds back years but says she's alright
>But her foreleg doesn't look alright.
>Taken into the hospital.
>Given treatment for a sprained hoof and foreleg.
>She lays in the bed.
>Human Ponk goes up to her, hair deflated.
>"So sorry, again." She says moping at the floor.
>Human Rarity is right behind her.
>Giving her a disappointed look.
>"Are you feeling okay?" she asks her pone self.
>"I'm better." Pone Rarity answers. "All is forgiven. It was an honest mistake."
>She then thinks to herself.
>"It would be nice if I had a glass of water right about now."
>Before human Rarity can answer, both Pinkie Pie's immediately appear with one glass of water each.
>Rarity can get used to this.
>Starts to get the two pinkie pies to do more things for her.
>Hilarity ensues
>Pinkie and Pinkie are rushing back and forth getting all sorts of things for Pone Rarity even though she can use her horn magic to levitate shit.
>No one asks her if she can still do that or not.
>Her hoof soon gets better but she still plays it off like it still hurts.
>Pinkie and Pinkie are having fun being assistance to Rarity.
>Human Rarity catches onto this and starts to pretend she's falling ill.
>Gets pampered too.
~~~
>You are Anonymous
>And your life is unusual sometimes
>You've been asked out by your longtime stalker, Pinkie Pie
>She said that if you agreed, she would stop trying to steal your underwear during gym
>It's not much, but it's a start
>So it is that you're sitting across from each other at a local diner
>You had planned to make this a quick in and out
>But then Pinkie said something that absolutely blew your mind
"Now hold on a second."
>You raise a hand and wipe the milkshake off your upper lip
>Putting on a suspicious glare, you scowl
"Rewind. What?"
>Pinkie Pie giggles and clasps her hands
>"Oh Nonnapuss, you're so goofy with your catchphrases."
"None of that right now, Pinko. What's the deal with your superpower?"
>"Well, you know how I can store things in my hair like Gizmo Man from the Super Globetrotters?"
>Your glare deepens, but she waves you off with a smile and a singsong tone
>"Anyway, I found out that not only can I store THINGS in my hair, but I can store PEOPLE too! See, watch."
>Pinkie flags down your waitress
>She's a dumpy, middle-aged, wearing years of hard work in a diner
>"Excuse me, could you check to see if I have anything stuck back here?"
>The waitress sighs and leans closer
>Winking at you, Pinkie shuts her eyes tight
>And that's when her hair snaps to life
>With the hiss of hair moving and a lewd 'slorp!' sound, the waitress is gone in an instant
>Your eyes widen as the strange girl throws her arms wide
>"Ta-dah!"
"Pinkie, you—"
>Wetting your lips, you struggle to find the right words
>She's strange!
>She's weird!
>She's—
"Hey, Pinks?"
>A slow smile spreads across the girl's face as she rolls her shoulders
>"M'yes?"
"Why do you look like you're smuggling melons in your shirt?"
>"I thought you'd never ask!"
>Grinning from ear to ear, she leans over and whispers
>"It's an extra perk of my superpower. I get to borrow boobies from girls in my hair!"
>Rocking back on her rump, she flutters her eyes at you
>"So, Nonny. Tell me. Do you like big and busty girls, just, like, me? Or do I not 'stack up' quite yet? Because I could change that. I could change that SO easily."
>Gulping, you cough and avert your eyes ever so slightly
"That, uh, is a really neat trick, Pinks. But, you probably shouldn't go around, you know, eating people with your hair. Especially not to get a couple of cup sizes."
>"Oh?"
>Pinkie wets her lips and leans forward again, putting her newfound cleavage on full display
>"Why's that, Nonnallama?"
>Sweat beads on your forehead as the weight of her gaze pulls down on you
"Because people have lives and you're basically abducting them."
>Pinkie gives that a moment of thought and then bobs her head
>"Okie-dokie."
>Wait
>That's it?
>Pinkie starts rummaging around in her hair and then shoots you a teasing smile
>"You sure you don't want to try them out first? They feel reeeeeally good!"
>And that is how your very unusual, bizarre relationship with Pinkie Pie began.
>you and Pinkie cross paths with a female mugger while walking home
>after some back and forth, the mugger loses patience and goes in to give you a bit of a poke with her knife
>Pinkie throws herself in front of you to shield you, turning her back (and hair) to the assailant
>'slorp!'
>The knife clatters on the ground as you open your eyes to see your guardian angel
>"I hope it's okie-dokie with you, Nonny, but I'm gonna keep her in there for a while. She's gonna be super ticked off when she gets out! And besides..."
>she steps back, revealing herself to now be an E-cup
>"You like my boobies big, don't you Nonnapuss?"
>You're still in a bit too much shock from the near-death experience for her words to fully register, though
"Pinks, you... saved me."
>Instinctively, you go in for a tight hug
>"Ooh, I did, didn't I? And I used my superpower too! Does this mean I'm a superhero now? Should I get a costume? Maybe Rarity can make one for me. With lots of chest room. And what should my name be? The Hair Avenger? No, that's silly. What about..."
>Pinkie's voice trails off in your mind as you keep holding her
>You never thought a girl like her could make you feel so safe
>also goddamn her tits feel nice


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>Trixie always wanted to have more power at school.
>Even snuck into the principal's office once and tried to impersonate Celestia.
>Tells all of the students "attention students: it is now mandatory that everyone attends The Great and Powerful Trixie's magic show this afternoon."
>Everyone looks at each other puzzled, this is very unlike their principal to suddenly be like this.
>But this works.
>The real Celestia is confused when she sees all the students going to the school auditorium.
>She was outside doing something when Trixie snuck into her office.
>What are they doing?
>Has to fish out the students going there and herd them back to their classes.
>Goes to the auditory to find a befuddled Trixie wondering why the seats aren't filling up.
>Tells Trixie, "My office! Now!"
>Trixie throws a smoke bomb and disappears off of the stage.
>Her parents are called.
>Told to come to the school.
>Celestia is sending people around the school looking for Trixie and searching a little herself.
>Trixie sneaks into Celestia's office again and calls her own parents.
>"We're sorry. It looks like your daughter wasn't actually involved. We are closing early today to settle this. Please pick up your daughter right away."
>They come to the school and drive Trixie home.
>Don't even find out what really happened until later that night.
>The other students learn about this later in the week.
>This was the real disappearing act all along.
~~~
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>Be human Rarity
>Get home from dealing with more mystical "friendship" adventures with musical numbers and interdimensional portals
>You know, a normal Thursday
>Head to Sweetie Belle's room to check up on her
>See this
What do?

"Sweetie, this is unbelievable!"
>"Uh oh..."
"I can't believe you would do something so... disgusting! It's positively dreadful, darling!"
>"But you do this sort of thing all the time, Rarity!"
"Nonsense. When was the last time you saw me smoke?"
>"Wait, that's what you're mad about? Not the, you know..."
"Of course not, darling. I couldn't care less about what you do with your body. But that... thing is going to ruin the curtains and upholstery!"
>"But Rarity, it's not even—!"
"No but's! Hand it over."

>Sweetie Belle has picked up this habit for the past few months
>She bought a vape pen recently
>First it was a little one, now it's the thing the size of a water bottle
>Rarity barely knew about this
>All Sweetie told her was that she was keeping up with the newest trends
>Rarity thought it was fashion trends
>Wonders why Sweetie started wearing a fedora
>"Darling, are you sure that's in?"
>Sweetie thinks Rarity is talking about the vape bottle she has that looks like a flask of alcohol
>"Trust me, practically all of the rising underground is doing it. It's about to be BIG!"
>Rarity starts wearing fedoras
>Adds them to her fashion lines
>Creates a new trend of fedoras for women
>It's actually not bad if it's done right
>Sweetie Belle buys the stuff from the new trend
>Most popular vaper in her group of friends
>Rarity finally starts to notice what vape pens truly are
>Like weeks later
>She matches up to Sweetie Belle's room and tells her no smoking in the house
>Sweetie is caught in bed with two boys
>Thinks Rarity is mad at her for getting drunk every weekend and fucking guys from college
>No, it's the fucking vape pen
>Rarity thinks it's messing up the curtains or whatever the fuck
>Forces Sweetie to get rid of all her vape stuff
>Sweetie thinks it's the whole style
>Rarity says "it's out of style" but only means the vape pens to protect her home decor
>Sweetie Belle thinks that since Rarity said fedoras are out of style then it must be true
>Because of the fashion industry and rarity being a thing
>Both fedoras and vape pens get less popular
>Now people have turned to other shit
>No one gives a fuck about vaping or fedoras anymore
>tfw it was all because of Rarity and Sweetie misunderstanding each other

>Years go by.
>Fashion trends come and go, but it's entirely because of Rarity and Sweetie Belle doing all of the shit that they've done.
>One day, Sweetie was drinking out of a shoe.
>Cherry limeade.
>Rarity walks up to her and gasps.
>"Sweetie, what on God's green earth are you doing?" She slaps her hands onto her cheeks and widens her eyes. "You'll stain the inside!"
>"Oh, come on!" Sweetie Belle replies. "Why does it even matter that the inside is stained?! No one will see it anyway."
>"No buts! Hand it over!"
>"But Rarity!"
>"No. Buts!"
>"This is MY shoe!"
>Rarity eventually gets Sweetie Belle to hand it over.
>This is when Sweetie Belle misses the good old days when she was dealing with Vape and Vape accessories.
>The old days when fashion was simpler.
>...
>Months later.
>The new trend has arrived; lampshades on the head in public to show that you're fun and like to party.
>Sweetie is at the mall with her friends.
>Rarity walks up to her after appearing out of thin air.
>"Rarity what the fuck?"
>"No fucks! Hand it over!"
>"I'm 26!"
>"No! Fucks! Hand over the lampshade before you get light bulb radiation poisoning."
>"That's not even a thing!"
>Rarity soon wins and gets the lampshade.
>Hangs it over her windowsill since that's the new home decor trend.
>This fucking family.

>Years later, they're in their early 20's.
>Rarity and Sweetie Belle compete in selling their clothing merch.
>They can use any means for gaining a fanbase whether it be magazines, TV, the internet, anything.
>Who eventually wins and why?

>Sweetie Belle teams up with other CMC and makes YouTube channel and other social media accounts
>Starts getting in touch with the younger generation and building a stupidly loyal fan base
>They're all easily manipulated children
>Starts doing all sorts of toxic trends and shit to get views and more fans
>Most popular on site
>Sells merch more than Rarity because the kids are stupid and will buy anything from their idol
>There are also more of the kids
>Less older people with critical thought of why they should buy something
>Rarity can't compete; too mature
>Sweetie wins, no contest

>Sweetie wins... at first
>Then, one day, Sweetie goes too far
>Puts one of her new line of hats on a dead guy she finds during a walk or some shit
>Account gets a strike against it for that sort of shit
>Her fuck-up goes viral
>Fan base cut in half within a week
>Remaining half of fan base is as hardcore stupidly loyal as it gets
>But is just slightly too small to keep giving her the edge against Rarity
~~~
>Luna is nocturnal.
>Her skin is also pale as all fuck.
>Sleeps all day and only goes outside in the dark of night.
>Her sister Celestia is tan and spends time outside all day every day.
>Celestia gets laid more than Luna because of this.
>Luna gets jealous.
>Wants to figure out how to tan her skin when she's only awake when there's no sunlight.
>Desperately tries to save up for a tanning booth.
>Later hears that those things cause skin cancer.
>Scratches out that idea.
>Looks up at the moon one night.
>Remembers that moonlight is just reflected sunlight.
>Takes up moonbathing instead of sunbathing.
Does it work?

>Luna finds a nice moonbathing spot
>On an abandoned beach where no-one goes, especially at night
>No people around, so she strips completely naked for an even tan and lays down, letting the moonlight hit her
>Doesn't actually do anything, but she swears to herself she can feel the moonlight on her
>Feels like something is happening to her skin
>Checks herself out in the mirror after a week of this
>Doesn't have a "before" picture, but she's certain her skin is a fraction of a shade darker
>Both the belief her skin has darkened slightly and the increasing comfort with stripping naked in what is ostensibly a public space boosts her confidence
>One night, a guy happens upon her on the beach
>Instead of covering up, Luna asks if he's there to moonbathe as well

>Luna soon realizes that there is more to life than getting laid
>She can do so much at night with the amount of free she has
>Decides to start going surfing
>It's night surfing so everything is a little dark
>But Luna found a good use for the moonlight instead of her using it to try and tan her skin
>She uses it to see her way around the ocean


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>"Ok Anon, Trixie will see you at the Natatorium after school!"
"But I have a thing with Rainbow Da—"
>As you were about to say to Trixie that you promised Dash that you will watch the soccer team's scrimmage after school, Trixie swiftly ran across the hall to her next class.
>Great just great...
>You can't say no to Dash because she'll obviously gonna kick your ass
>As well as Trixie because she made people's lives a living hell according to your peers
>You're dead meat
>But both of you aren't even close she just spurted out that she wanted you to join her on her swimming practice.
>You'll probably just tell her after school that you will probably won't make it.
>Too much shit to handle on my plate right now.
>You'll deal with this later because right now you spazzed out for at least three minutes in the halls not noticing that you're tardy for your next class.
"Shit."
~~~
>He almost made it to the end of the year.
>No Nut November was a success.
>Halfway through December was an even bigger success.
>It was starting to look like he was going to pass the chastity test.
>With flying colors.
>Halloween was the first challenge for him; those Dazzlings tried to convince him to go to a party with them.
>He was the tallest, most muscular guy there.
>Who couldn't even remember how they talked him into going.
>But there he was with Sonata grinding up against him.
>Everyone wondered why he left so early, but it didn't matter to them after another minute.
>They probably didn't even remember many days and then weeks later.
>He had started to participate in No Nut November as an entry training type of deal.
>Something to sync up with and build a tolerance.
>Of course, Sonata had told the other Dazzlings about how he didn't want to dance with her at a party.
>They both do and don't like it when a guy plays hard to get.
>Ready to strike back at a moments notice whenever they get the chance.
>But those chances became slime and far and few between.
>Scarce little instances in isolation from inconvenience.
>Aria was the only one to see him on Black Friday.
>"Come to the changing room with me." She told him, holding bags of new outfits across the length of her arms.
>He denied, knowing what awaited in those otherwise empty changing rooms.
>He knew where she wanted this to lead.
>Left the mall, steering clear of the sin that was trying to break down his walls.
>The cult leader a few days before Halloween warned him about this.
>Witches ready to take his chastity away as soon as they sensed him beginning to gain it.
>It's a risky game.
>Very risky game to play when his pride is only living day by day as he almost goes crazy on the inside.
>Can't easily hide what he's feeling, queasy in the knees when he tries to lie but restraint is key.
>This is where it gets hard, two ways.
>But surrendering isn't on the plate, he'll keep pushing until... well there isn't supposed to be anything after the 'until'.
>That's not an option, but here he is in December, made it through the past month remembering when he felt like crumbling but thundered to the finish line... so far.
>Now here he is, Christmas is right around the corner, and the three sirens tantalizing him with something he must never have.
>Now the party is a New Year's party, and he's starting to feel like retreating away into his room and get drunk like a true 22-year-old should.
>He's holed up at the store buying eggnog when they approach him once more.
>Acting like this is the beginning of a porn flick.
>Adagio was obviously told.
>She has that grin, the grin that tells him that something is brooding inside that head of hers.
>Here it goes, it begins.
>Aria and Sonata beside her, looking at him put the eggnog in the cart.
>"You coming to the New Y—"
>"Yes!" He answers abruptly. "All my friends are there!"
>They didn't care how abrasive his answer was.
>The prize is on their minds, and they're just waiting for the payoff to happen for all the time he outsmarted their advances.
>He won't stay chaste for long; they let him go to checkout and wander out into the cold of the winter day.
>Keeping in mind all the times he pushed them away.
>How no one of them could corner him because he was that much stronger and could escape too easily.
>He always was the tallest most muscular guy around.
>The Dazzlings, as a result, always wanted him more than anything more after he showed them the challenge it took to take him.
>But he doesn't know what far the girls will actually go.
>He expects them to give up but their determination only grows with difficulty he gives.
>The Dazzlings know this, not seeing any comparison of the presents they get on Christmas morning to what they're going to get from him at the New Year's party.
>Meanwhile, he sits alone on Christmas day drinking eggnog like he always does, looking forward to seeing his bros at the party.
>A day goes by.
>Another day.
>And another day still.
>Oh look, the party is tomorrow.
>He knows that he's going to make it to the new year.
>These Dazzlings got nothing on him.
>Absolutely nothing.
>But oh boy are they going to try, he could see it in their eyes every time they spoke.
>It was slightly ominous to an extent but he ignored it.
>They will never take away his chastity, the cult leader will have every reason in the world to be pleased.
>Every reason to be proud, that one of his students had such a great challenge of resilience.
>Today is the day of the party.
>The guy brings his eggnog proudly, waltzes through the door with a big smile.
>Starts chatting with his fellow strongmen.
>They all heard about the Dazzlings trying to jump him multiple times.
>They laugh, knowing he's wrestled guys almost twice their size and won.
>Some almost urge him to just go through with it and get with one of them, but are reminded upon him declining that he's taken a pledge of chastity.
>Not only this, but this is his house.
>He's the one throwing the party and was the one who went out to get himself some extra eggnog for the holiday cheer and depression that ensues once the worst month starts up in but a few hours.
>This is gonna be a long cold ride.
>Party continues... 3 hours until midnight.
>2 and a half.
>2.
>Now we're in business.
>Fellas getting drunk together and partaking in basic dialogue and conversation amongst one another.
>And he starts to become reclusive when he sees the Dazzlings whispering to each other.
>He never even saw they come in.
>Had complete control of the situation until he missed their entry.
>Should have caught it.
>Usually does.
>But this time was different, to his dismay.
>They got into his house and he didn't see it.
>Hopefully he'll see it when they leave.
>He doesn't like the looks they're giving him.
>And they know he doesn't like seeing it, making sure to be three of the last people there at the party.
>Of course, New Year's culminates into a great night for everyone.
>The ball drops on TV behind Anderson Cooper and NotKathyGriffin.
>The bands play All Star.
>The security guards have the crowds under a giant fucking microscope.
>Such a wonderful time, hoo-hah the whole world works.
>The Dazzlings were whispering things to each other as people started to leave.
>The guy managed to get his bro to eavesdrop for him before leaving; they're planning to drink the last of his eggnog out of the fridge to get revenge for him turning them down so many times.
>This is where he draws the line.
>He's not letting them take his eggnog.
>They can tantalize him all they want, but he doesn't want to give them the luxury of having even a small victory for their sinful ways.
>In a last move of desperation, he rushes to the fridge.
>First to check on the eggnog.
>Then to drink the rest of it so the Dazzlings have nothing to get him back with right before leaving.
>And boy, are they the last people there besides himself.
>Only four people in this house now.
>Everyone else is at least a mile away at this point.
>They all look at him before going to the fridge to take a look.
>He just stares at them with a smug grin on his face, ready to retreat to his room with nothing valuable left downstairs.
>He has one last cup of the eggnog in his hand just to cheekily drink it right in front of them before it's all gone.
>This is the first time the Dazzlings stood right in front of him the whole night.
>Just realized that they didn't dress up in any fancy clothes, just put on their regular outfits due to the fact that they didn't come here for the sole intent to party.
>At least not in the same way as everyone else.
>"Looking for something?" He giggles, making sure all three of the Dazzlings watch him chug down the last of the eggnog.
>They just stand there quietly, watching their plan blossom into action.
>He starts to get confused.
>Really confused.
>Like... dazed and confused.
>He says... "What you so happy about?"
>"Nothin'" Sonata reaches into her top and pulls out a mistletoe from her cleavage. "Hey, you forgot to spend Christmas with us."
>"No... I didn't. I spent Christmas sad and alone because that's how the meme works."
>"Well it's time to make up for that." Aria steps forward, ready to grab his thick arms.
>Of course, he's able to push her aside with no problem the first time around.
>But the dazed and confused feeling isn't getting any better.
>What the fuck is going on?
>The empty eggnog container lies on the floor.
>Now with obvious fumes of more than just the eggnog rising from it.
>Well it's impossible that they fucked with his eggnog.
>He didn't even open it until after they came in... whenever that was...
>...
>When did they come in?
>Even though he didn't know the first time, the thought about when the Dazzlings entered somehow slips even further away from him as Sonata wraps her arms around him.
>"You're taking the Vodka pretty well." Compliments Aria.
>What the fuck is she talking about?
>Adagio moved to stand behind him in case he turns around to make a run for it.
>All the Dazzlings have to do is wait.
>"Congrats, you made it to the new year without having sex with anyone." Adagio starts to give him a shoulder rub.
>She feels how tones he is, and it's making her only more assertive with her advances.
>The more this guy exists in their arms, the more their hands want to do.
>Especially when he panics and breaks free for a brief moment.
>He's going to need to make it to his room stat.
>"What did you put in my eggnog?"
>"Don't worry about it, it's not surprising you already forgot what Aria said." Adagio's arms go back around his waist. "We just need a little something from you."
>All of the memory of what his cult told him is blurring, he can hardly comprehend what is occurring.
>He turns to run but the girls pull him back again.
>The mistletoe is in Aria's hand now; she holds it above his head as Sonata hugs him from the front.
>"You made it to January." Adagio murmurs from behind. "But it won't be through January."
>The cult means nothing to her.
>It means nothing to any of the Dazzlings.
>All they care about is what they want.
>And all they want for Christmas is him.
>He tries to call out but no one's around, his strength meaningless when his brain and body can't coordinate.
>The room spins, and he's soon almost falling to the floor.
>Now the Dazzlings help him stand up more than his legs do, but at a certain cost.
>At least the cult never said a damn thing about kissing.
>Sonata's lips mash with his but there's still hope.
>He made it two months but it's about to be much longer.
>They can't unlock his door.
>All he has to do is break free, make it upstairs in a dash, beating them away with whatever strength he has left and the cult's word holds strong.
>Sonata's voice tickles him as she kisses him, she locks him into her arms.
>Adagio reaches around from behind and grabs him by the junk.
>Sonata deepens the kiss and slides her hands along his back, letting her large breasts push against him.
>Adagio feels him start to become erect in his pants, fingers desperately looking for the fly to undo.
>Aria reaches down her own pants with one hand, and her free, cleaner, hand keeping the mistletoe above the others.
>Enjoying what she sees, enjoying watching Adagio's hands dive past the boxers and make him jump abruptly in place.
>Adagio wears an extremely thirsty expression now.
>She lets Sonata back him and her up to the kitchen counter, kissing the back of his neck, breathing down it like a velociraptor up against its prey.
>He knows he can't give up, he's stronger than these three for fuck's sake.
>Well, not when he's drunk as fuck.
>Shitfaced drunk, he manages to push Sonata off by a fluke, now hard as a diamond as Adagio stimulates him.
>Doesn't even bother pulling his pants or boxers back up yet; too inebriated.
>Stumbles with his erect dick out flinging around like a wacky waving inflatable armed tube man, he falls to the floor a few steps from the stairs.
>He's free, and now tries to make his boner go away before hiding because he's drunk and incapable of rational thought.
>Rolls onto his back to find the Dazzlings slowly walking after him, ever so calmly.
>He has a whole flight of stairs to climb.
>Adagio smiles and chuckles to herself.
>The other two girls do the same.
>He looks up in terror, backing away from them on the floor, barely managing to pull his pants all the way back over his protruding cock.
>Adagio locks the front door and closes the blinds.
>He's on the first couple of stairs now.
>Sonata undoes the front of her top, licking her lips.
>She pulls her top to the side and yanks down her bra to free her nipples.
>Aria slips out of her vest and pulls her top down too, not even having a bra to pull down with it.
>The strongman on the stairs can only get harder in his sloppily pulled up pants, the Dazzlings have gained the upper hand this time.
>Right as Adagio begins to undo her own clothes, he snaps and makes a surprise break for it up the entire length of the stairs.
>His pants fall down in the process, prompting the Dazzlings to stare at his ass as it runs away from them.
>Making them want him only twice as much.
>They'll stop at nothing now, but they do not run after him.
>He thinks he got a head start at the cost of all of his energy, and now he's in his room slamming the door.
>There is no energy left within him.
>Only just enough to make that lock click so quickly after the door is closed.
>His heart now beating out of his chest.
>Lungs heaving, every ounce of him praying that the Dazzlings are gonna be leaving.
>The muffled voices approach the other side of the locked door.
>"So how exactly did you get one of his spare keys?" Asks Aria.
>"Don't worry about it." Adagio replies as the click of the lock fill the room right as the strongman retreats to the closet after sliding the window open.
>That was pretty much the last rational thought he's going to have tonight.
>All three fo the Dazzlings storm the room, instantly noticing the open window and looking out of it.
>"No footprints in the snow." Infers Adagio as she points over to the closed closet doors.
>The doors are pulled open, and low and behold, there he is on the floor surrounded by coats and stuff, hands between his legs trying to make his erection cease.
>Six hands grab him and stand him up out of the closet.
>They walk him over to the bed before the door is slammed and locked for a second time.
>The same is done to the window.
>The light is turned on almost as much as the Dazzlings are.
>The blinds are closed and the New Year's fun really begins.
>He tries to wrestle himself free even though he knows full well he has nowhere left to run to.
>Too clumsy and dizzy to even grab his own pants before Adagio pulls at them.
>Powerful thighs pin his legs down; they fail to kick.
>Adagio's gloved hand, having learned from a few minutes ago, knows how to reach under and get to the erect member even faster this time.
>Girl doesn't even realize she's drooling a little.
>Not sure if she's more thirsty or more hungry.
>She'll quench both in due time; Adagio lets Aria and Sonata hold him down by the arms atop the bed while she pulls his pants down with only one hand.
>The other hand stroking a long shaft, the movements making her own loosened top fall down from her slim upper body.
>Sonata captures his arm between her thighs to restrain him and keep her own hands free.
>His fingers are pulled up into her skirt and mashed against her increasingly moist panties.
>She's inflicting all the arousal she can on him, making up for all the time he hid it.
>Fuck this cult bullshit. The Dazzlings always get what they want in the end.
>His pants now bunch up at his ankles, like the tops of all three girls at their waists like jumbled belts of fabric.
>They lean down into him, body heat shared as their upper arms brush past each other's bare, swaying breasts in front of his face.
>All looking down at the member they ambush. Rushed him into his room until he had no energy left or anywhere to escape to.
>He can't even sit up being pinned to the bed this much.
>Sonata gives him another kiss on the lips as Aria lifts his shirt up his body.
>He feels Aria's hands grab everywhere on his muscles, all of them useless when he's weakened by alcohol.
>Aria interrupts Sonata's kissing, jutting her face between the two of them and snatching the mistletoe from Sonata's hand.
>Reclaiming what she held before, Aria kisses him even deeper than Sonata was.
>Makes the back of his head sink into the sheets, slithering her tongue into his mouth.
>She grunts and gropes his pecks with desperately horny hands, in more heat than Arizona in the middle of Summer.
>He feels her basically lick away at the inside of his mouth, swapping saliva with him with the taste of Vodka shared between two tongues.
>She doesn't want to go easy on him, he's held off from her for too long.
>Now she traps his right arm between her thighs, as Sonata does the same to his left.
>Aria leans over and keeps on kissing him, breathing directly onto his face with her scent filling his nose.
>Loosens her belt and lets her pants slip down from her waist.
>It slips further as she aggressively hounds on him from on top, sucking his face as she begins to involuntarily moon the closed blinds.
>Sonata forces his fingers past her panties and into her vulva underneath.
>He tries to pull away but she's not letting him regain any semblance of purity.
>She and Aria let the last of their own clothes fall off their bodies before sitting the guy up and holding him against their nude torsos.
>They plunge him into a state of arousal and an impossible-to-deny want for more.
>His arms are mostly freed but his hands remain caught between legs.
>Now enveloped in two nether regions with no hope of pulling the trembling fingers out.
>Aria and Sonata take turns giving him competitive kisses on the lips and lick the sides of his neck as he watches Adagio shed the rest of her clothes off.
>Adagio watches Aria and Sonata rip his shirt apart as she sits there helplessly in their grasp.
>They fondle his body as he's made to fondle them between their legs.
>Adagio doesn't feel the need to stroke his dick anymore, she had an idea that will help things last longer.
>He doesn't even think to slip his hands-free after they're slippery enough from juices to do so, his brain is spinning but not enough to not comprehend what the Dazzlings are doing to him next.
>Adagio puckers up her lips as Aria and Sonata use the little string on the mistletoe to tie it around his neck.
>He doesn't exactly hear what Adagio says to him, but she essentially tells him something about kissing under the mistletoe.
>Adagio's sultry voice floats first into his ears, then vibrates through her lips onto the underside of the shaft.
>It twitches upon contact, which makes Adagio kiss even deeper.
>Now Sonata and Aria hold his arms still as they start to try to flail around... try to.
>Adagio lifts her own ass into the air and mashes her lips onto the rod of meat against her face.
>Her arms lock around his waist as though they were her legs.
>Running her tongue along the rim of the head, sending shocks through his body.
>He can barely move now, only feeling her breath against his tip as the lips resume their smooching where they left off.
>It's making him go crazy down there, Adagio playing with her food before she puts it in her mouth.
>Her full, luscious lips gliding along that underside, unable to resist planting a kiss everywhere they touch.
>And that moaning she's letting out is only speeding up his journey to the climax.
>He feels her voice on his shaft. It makes him buck his hips upward without trying.
>Like playing with a tuning fork.
>Adagio takes a free hand and reaches down to her own crotch.
>Giving herself another reason to moan louder.
>Aria lets her pants fall past her knees, getting off with his hand trapped between her thighs.
>She and Sonata watch each other while taking excited glances down to where Adagio's mouth does its gentle work.
>He breathes heavily as he watches the siren edge him closer.
>Tries to shut his legs after her poofy hair tickles his inner thighs, but that only makes it tickle more as her head rests between his legs.
>Spreading his legs more only gives Adagio more room to move her head around.
>There is no escape.
>"I guess Dagi's going first?" Asks Aria.
>"Looks like it." Sighs Sonata.
>He can't hold back.
>Adagio's lips pounce on the entire underside of his shaft; there's no escaping this.
>The other two Dazzlings hold him close to keep him in place.
>There's a little bit of melodic humming coming from Adagio before she starts making herself come closer to cumming.
>It turns to soft but amorous moans.
>Unable to find a tune from being so unsteadily excited.
>She presses her chin into his balls, smearing her lips and tongue up from the base to the tip, but only on the underside where it counts the most.
>Then does the same to just the tip where it counts even more than the most.
>Adagio is all about this man's manhood, putting it under her full authority.
>Shoving her face into it with the taste taking her into a state that makes her gloved hand do things to herself down there she would never have thought to do otherwise.
>Her own legs shiver, despite Adagio being on her knees.
>Upon the soft bed.
>The sheets moistening with the evidence of lovemaking.
>Aria and Sonata keep their lips glued to his, now doing what could best be described as a three-way kiss.
>Their tongues invade his lips even more easily this time.
>His once strong body fails to break free, pinned to the damp and heated sheets that collect the collective scents of the Dazzlings and their relentless revenge.
>He tries to speak, to plea to at least not be made to cum, but his lips cannot form words with Aria and Sonata kneading them with their mouths.
>Their tongues hold his on either side, two cats got his tongue.
>No way to voice an objection, he is at the full mercy of Adagio's lips on him.
>There's no way she won't set him free with any self-dignity, not after being ignored for so long.
>She goes all in, sensing his desperate bargain for her to stop in the whimpers against Aria's and Sonata's lips.
>She knows how close he is, soon pushing him to the point where the slightest touch will send his cock exploding with seed.
>Mercilessly planting a kiss on the sensitive tip.
>He begs without words, knowing she has all the power to officially make him worthy of excommunication from the cult, if he weren't already.
>She plants a longer kiss anyway, ignoring his cries like he ignored her.
>He's breathing so fast, coated in sweat.
>Hoping that she will have mercy since she dragged this out for so long.
>But that notion shatters after Adagio makes her decision from staring at the drop of precum on the tip.
>She tastes it, wanting more from where that came from.
>Adagio traps the head with her lips wrapped around it.
>Wanting nothing more than the most gentle of movements to decide this guy's fate.
>Her tongue rubs along the tip inside her mouth and he thrusts his hips forward, losing the control he never had in the first place.
>No, Adagio is not going to swallow.
>Hot bursts of semen follow one another closely, frequently.
>Coating the inside of Adagio's mouth.
>Filling it like crippling defeat fills the strongman.
>Adagio holds the massive load in her mouth, retaining two months worth of cum to sit herself up with.
>She straightens her back.
>Grabbing her petite breasts and squeezing them in a fit of arousal as the taste makes her climax herself.
>She doesn't weakly fall onto him.
>She hammers herself onto him hard enough to make the bed creak and slide across the carpet.
>Aria and Sonata make way, holding the mistletoe above his head as Adagio grabs the side of his face.
>Leans down and delivers a kiss of metaphorical death.
>Mashing into his face and forcing his own load into his own mouth.
>This makes Adagio's eyes light up with the glow of cloud nine.
>She loves watching his inebriated gaze go blank then into a full-blown panic as the cum dribbles onto his face.
>Aria waits until Adagio manages to scoop some of it back out of his mouth with her tongue.
>Adagio sits up and puts her hand behind Aria's head.
>Shares what she gathered with the other girl as Sonata goes into him next.
>They start to feel each other's bodies up as the night slowly drags on.
>The sounds of making out is the only sound to be heard from his room for god knows how long.
>Aria and Sonata soon go back to holding his hands down with their thighs as they kiss their lips all over Adagio's bare body.
>Adagio hugs their heads against herself, stroking their hair as they pull away for a second and let strings of his load bridge from Adagio's erect nipples.
>Sonata puts two fingers in Aria's mouth, letting the other girl suck on them for a moment before pulling them out and slipping the same fingers past Aria's other lips.
>They both do this to each other for some time until they get each other off once again.
>His bountiful load the perfect lubricant.
>Adagio locks her legs around his waist and lets the still erect dick pass between her vulva.
>It slips in and finds itself in a hot pocket of moisture that makes Adagio moan every time it's touched.
>She humps and she grinds on top of him.
>He's still conscious, witnessing everything happening to him on top of him.
>Adagio just happily sighs now, making him cum inside of her with a few more thrusts and her legs locked around his waist like a giant vice.
>Her thighs keeping his wild hips from jolting at all.
>The climax only rocks his body from the inside without him able to express it through moving.
>All the cum should be out by now, what with everything Adagio has done up to this point.
>Now, the strongman is completely limp everywhere except for his dick.
>The Dazzlings move him around at their own will.
>Aria slips her pants off of her ankles and rides him next.
>She yelps quietly after feeling how big he truly is, putting his hands on her sides as she starts to hop up and down with his dick inside of her.
>The bed starts to squeak again.
>Adagio and Sonata kiss him all over his exhausted body as Aria works out another load from him.
>Sonata leans back as Adagio enviously locks her cum drenched lips onto her nipple.
>Right above the guy.
>By the time he cums once again, he falls unconscious.
>From a combination of many guessable things.
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>Starlight Glimmer has her usual three-scoop ice cream at the mall.
>Her outfit looks exactly like pic related.
>It's no surprise her breasts jiggle with each step she takes.
>Rarity, Applejack and Rainbow Dash are following her around making sure she learns the ways of human life as opposed to being a unicorn.
>They're all surprised how brazen Glimmer is for wearing such a low cut top in public.
>If they assumed that she knew better, it would have been like she was trying to show off her cleavage to the whole world on purpose.
>But it's not like they're complaining; it's a pretty nice view.
>The best part is that Starlight doesn't even know why everyone keeps glancing at her tits.
>She just thinks everyone's being extra friendly to her in this strange new world where people wear clothes more often for some reason.
>The tower of ice cream suddenly topples over and lands right in the crevice of Glimmer's luscious cleavage.
>The chilling cold of the ice cream sends shivers through Glimmers body, and she gets goosebumps all over.
>Her three friends take her to the women's washroom; no one else is there.
>Pour some water on her chest and begin wiping away the ice cream that got on her.
>Glimmer's shivering; they all group hug her for warmth.
>Start groping her tits as they get the last of the ice cream off.
>Glimmer assumes this is normal but is getting nervous anyway.
>Her top is so low cut that her nipples slip out a little whenever the other girls scrub at the damp shirt.
>It only tempts them more, they start putting their hands directly onto Starlight's skin and squeeze her breasts.
>Glimmer blushes as hands reach further under.
>Their fingers start playing with Glimmer's erect nipples, having been freezing cold from the ice cream.
>Starlight Glimmer is told that they're just warming her nipples back up. She's not sure if she believes it.
>Especially after she feels someone tugging downward at the front of her pants.
>...Are they kissing her?
>Glimmer believes the little story she's being told less and less.
>They're putting their hands on her shoulders, reaching under her shirt there and pulling her bra straps to the side.
>Glimmer is almost certain she can feel light kisses being planted on the side of her neck as she's backed up against the wall.
>A hand feels her abdomen where it's bare and her bellybutton is showing.
>The hand goes underneath the bottom of Glimmers shirt and curiously feels around the surface of her skin, gently rubbing up and down the sides of her abdomen underneath the green top.
>Glimmer is starting to panic but hears thirsty whispers of assurance in her ear.
>That was definitely a kiss on the side of Glimmer's neck.
>There is definitely someone undoing the front of her pants.
>That hand going up inside Glimmer's top strokes her along her back now, sneaking its way to the back of her bra.
>"W-wait..." Stammers Glimmer, now shuddering with hands groping her all over her skin and body. "What do m-my p-pants have to do with this?"
>No response now.
>Glimmer's bra is unhooked in the back, the loose shoulder straps being pulled down her shaking arms.
>Hands passionately massage and fondle her breasts.
>It only encourages the other girls more when Glimmer sways her hips to move away as the top of her pants is slipped down from her waist.
>"...G-girls?" Glimmer fumbles over repeated words. "What... do m-m-my... my pants... have..." At a loss for words, her panties in plain view.
>Starlight Glimmer is gently pinned against the wall with six hands dismantling her lewd outfit and feeling up her smooth body.
>Heart beating out of her chest for all the hands to feel ever so faintly.
>They momentarily infiltrate the panties; Starlight jumps in place sharply as the fingers reach further, and further, and further under.
>Glimmer can tell how much the other girls get excited once they reach her between the legs.
>Excited on their end, but nervous on Glimmer's end.
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>hey Anon i need your honest opinion
>how am i looking?
>it's my new dress for my next concert, i ordered it from Rarity
>she said it's the newest trend but it feels to revealing for me
>i mean it's the same as i'd put two strings of cloth over my tits
>so what do you think?

>Octavia says this is totally inappropriate to have so much showing.
>But she's forced on stage like this anyway.
>Feels extremely uncomfortable being dressed so indecently in front of her audience. In front of her fans.
>Performances fill the audience seats a lot faster in this outfit.
>Tickets sold out instantly.
>Octavia's tits are the main attraction now.
>She still plays her cello every show but she knows everyone came to see her body.
>Octavia demands she wears something that covers her body more.
>She gets cold on stage when she's trying to play her cello.
>Can't focus and keeps messing up.
>Manager only gives a fuck about money, forces Octavia to keep appearing in the skimpy excuse of a dress with two strings on her tits and no panties.
>Inevitable nip slips become the highlight moments. Octavia's exposed legs, hips, and abdomen the appetizers. Her cleavage, her heaving breasts, catching all eyes.
>Her years of musical talent mean nothing.
>This is the only way Octavia can pay the bills but this pays her well.
>Slowly starts to accept it but still plays her cello every show for a while.
>Has to stop playing every minute or so to adjust her attire and keep the strings covering her nipples.
>Covering her nipples the best they can, that is.
>One late night, Octavia just completely surrenders.
>Lets her nipples slip all the way out on stage and keeps playing.
>Gets lost in the music and finishes the whole song before covering her exposed nipples back up.
>Can't leave the stage yet; encore.
>Starts the song again.
>Grand finale.
>She stops playing mid-song; no one was listening anyway.
>"It has been an honor and a privilege playing you all these years." Octavia bids her cello farewell then sets it down to the side.
>She's still not even wearing any panties; not allowed to.
>Octavia turns her chair to face her audience, faces the music.
>Stands up, messes around with her stringy, revealing dress by moving it around and pulling at it until it falls to her ankles.
>There goes the last of her dignity; she doesn't care, it won't be missed.
>Her legs shiver. She sits back down in the chair.
>Her legs shiver only slightly less. She spreads them and starts stroking her clit.
>Her free hand plays with her exposed tits.
>The crowd is in love.
>Octavia arouses herself before them.
>She wants to cum, she's going to cum for them.
>Feels it building up. Her fingers are suddenly slippery with fluids.
>The audience applauds when Octavia moans and throws her head back in climax.
>It lands on the stage in front of her. Roses land on top of it.
>Octavia learns to get used to this.


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>Me and Rainbow Dash, partners on a school project
>I go over to her house
>We both take off our shoes at the front door and head up to her room
>"Well, this is my room!"
>I've never been in a girls room before
>She flops on her bed and takes off her backpack
>I shut the door behind me and sit down on the floor
>She looks at me awkwardly
>"Uh, what are you doing Anon?"
"I was sitting down..."
>"On the floor? Just sit next to me here."
>She pats the bed right next to her
"I uh... I'm okay here."
>She looks at me even more questioningly
>"Is there something wrong with sitting here? Or do you just prefer the floor?"
"I.. I've just never been in a girls room.."
>She raises her eyebrow
>"Really?"
>She smiles
>The full realization that we're alone hits me
>I start to get a boner just looking at her
>Her rainbow hair
>Her tight athletic body 
>Her short shorts
>Her small rainbow socks
>Socks... what about the situation made me think of her feet?
>"Anon!"
>She's staring at my raging boner
>"You're just a pervert aren't you?"
>She stands up and makes a move like she's going to kick my balls
>Instead she stops and places her foot on my jeans
>Right above my dick
>"What kind of guy gets a boner just from walking in a girls room?"
>She starts moving her foot up and down the shaft.
>"Honestly it's pretty pathetic.. I kind of feel sorry for you."
>I'm getting even harder from her teasing; if only she'd take off her sock.
>"This is probably the farthest you've ever gotten.."
>She bites her lip
>"Take off your pants"
"What?!"
>"Just do it!"
>She's taking off her socks
>I end up taking off my pants, its all or nothing now
>"Scoot closer to the bed but stay on the floor, take off the underwear too."
>I oblige
>She starts rubbing her feet against my shaft and my balls
>Her feet are so soft
>She's rubbing the head of my dick between her toes
>I can't take it
>I grab her feet and push them together and start fucking them
>"ANON!"
>I shoot hot cum all over her feet.
~~~
>You are Rainbow Dash and you are bored out of your mind
>It’s the beginning of 3rd period 
>Economics
>Jesus, how boring
>And the worst part is that none of your friends have this class with you, so you can’t even shoot the shit with them
>The teacher stands in front of the class and clears her throat
>”Before we get started, we have a new student that I’d like to let introduce himself. I trust you will all help him get settled in during this transition. Slavoj, would you like to come up and here and tell everyone a little bit about yourself?”
>Slavoj?
>What the fuck kind of name is that?
>Probably a foreign exchange student or something
>”Oh yish, I will come up now.”
>Huh, that came from behind you. 
>You turn to look and see a very old, very overweight, and a very greasy man with a sweat-drenched grey shirt and sweatpants getting up from a desk in the back row
>The fuck?
>This dude is, like, literally 60 years old, at least
>How is he a “new student”?
>He waddles on over to the front of the room
>It seems you’re not the only one who’s confused; the entire classroom, including the teacher, looks visibly uncomfortable
>The man clears his throat a with very loud, mucousy cough that makes you literally cringe 
>He begins talking
>”Yish, my name is, zat is, Slavoj Žižek, as ze instructor of ze economics had previouzly sdated of the first but not the lastd name. I am here to Canterlot Educational Inztitution for learning, zat is, ze acquirement of knowledge and thinking and so on and so on.”
>He sniffs
>The entire time he talks, he’s fidgeting like crazy and spittle is flying from his mouth. He sounds like he’s talking with a mouthful of water.
>”Now, in continuation of zat theme, I am sixteen-year-old American male child with ze interest in cultivating new economic princibles into my greater underzdanding.”
>He rubs his nose
>Also, did he just say he’s sixteen?
>”Overall, in ze summation of ze previouzly stated ideas, I wish to have good learning experienzes as well as social mobility, zat is, the integration with so-called American culture, and so on and so on. Through zis, I will become true student of ze economics. Zank you.”
>He waddles back over to his desk and sits down
>”Uh, t-thank you, Slavoj, that was very articulate.”
>Teacher awkwardly tries to transition into lesson while you (and half the class) are staring back at the new “kid”
>He pays no mind, as he’s pulled out a notebook and is scribbling away furiously
>On his desk is a stack of economics books, none of which are the class textbook
>Is this guy just a homeless schizophrenic or a sexual predator?
>Should you be reporting him to the administration?
>You’ll have to ask the girls at lunch
>...
>You are Slavoj Ziek and your first day at Canterlot High is going very well
>You had the opportunity to study economics for a lengthy period of what human perception defines as “time”
>And you got to introduce yourself to a classroom of impressionable youth who subconsciously crave your moral, intellectual, and philosophical guidance
>Oh, and you’re sniffing a line of cocaine right now in the bathroom
>Sniff
>That’s some good shit
>After emptying your bowels in one of the toilets without flushing it, you leave the bathroom after not washing your hands
>You look at your schedule
>Huh
>Looks like this period is allotted for “lunch”
>Can’t you just eat in class? You were planning on having a nice bowl of cornflakes in your World History class
>Oh well; you can just eat your cereal in the cafeteria then
>As you walk in, you see a shitload of students gathered at tables and eating and socializing
>My gott, why does this school have so many students?
>Your brain almost explodes as you try to quantify the sheer magnitude of ideological indoctrination that happens in this building every single day
>The ideology must be challenged
>You squeeze your way into a seat at a table with what appear to be sports team members, perhaps of the famous American handegg variety
>You slide off your sandals and remove your socks, plopping your greasy, malodorous feet on the table, knocking away several trays and spilling a couple drinks
>The students at the table have all gone silent, staring at you with an equal mixture of anger and disgust
>You pay them no mind; no one reacts well to having their ideological preconceptions of social behavior violated so flagrantly
>You pull out your trusty toenail clippers and start doing with them exactly what their name suggests
>One of the handegg players seated on the opposite side of you stands up
>Judging by his relative attractiveness and optimal seating at the center of the table, he is the so-called “Alpha Meathead”
>He’s glaring daggers at you right now
>Foolish indoctrinated American student, you will soon learn to rid yourself of ideology
>”Dude. What. The. Fuck.”
>He practically spits the words out
>Silly you! In your cocaine-fueled stupor, you forgot to consider that one of the chief ways people respond to ideological challenges is outright violent hostility
>Wait...
>Oh fuck


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>Octavia invites you to her place to have a romantic home dinner.
>You have been dating for nearly two months.
>Her voice is soft and elegant-like when she plays her cello.
>Only problem is that her roommate and best friend is practicing for her gig.
>Octavia has told her to turn it down multiple times.
>You don't mind it, but Octavia looks like she reached her limit.
>She moves from her seat again.
>"Please pardon me again, love."
>You hear her stomping up the stairs.
>Then a door slams open above you.
>"OI, ARE YE FUKING DEAF CUNT?!'
>lolwut.jpg
>"Jeez calm down, Octy."
>"CALM DOWN?! CALM DOWN?! I FUKING TOLD YE TO TURN DOWN THIS SHITE!"
"Okay, okay,"
>"I SWEAR VOINYL, IF I DON'T GET THIS YANK'S DICK TONIGHT BECAUSE OF YA STUPID SHITE, I WILL FIND A WAY TO SHOVE THIS FUKING SPEAKA UP YA WHITE ARSEHOLE!" 
>Door slams again and hear her gently walk down the stairs this time.
>"Sorry about that, love. Now tell me again how you think my voice is music to your ears."
~~~
>You walk into the auditorium.
>Everyone's getting ready for the pep rally.
>All the Mane 6 are here to attend and all the other school cliques.
>You sit down wanting to go home.
>This fucking sucks.
>You never went to any after school activities or do anything but drag yourself to school every morning.
>You have nothing to be excited about.
>You just want to go home and go to bed.
>Maybe you could have slept on the bleachers if it weren't for all the noise.
>Whatever it'll be over in like an hour.
>The pep rally begins.
>Football team parading around in front of everyone.
>Cheerleaders following them.
>Marching band playing, the crowd cheering all around you.
>Plug your ears.
>How are half of these students not deaf?
>Notice something across the gym.
>There's this one girl not standing up and cheering like the rest.
>You recognize her.
>It's Fluttershy.
>She's just sitting in her seat with lidded eyes and a cute frown.
>She looks so... bored.
>You notice her friends whispering over to her probably saying to try and enjoy the pep rally, but Fluttershy stays the same.
>She sulks in her seat.
>You find some kind of beauty in a girl who acts to aloof in an exciting situation.
>But you yourself aren't too thrilled about this pep rally.
>30 more minutes into the pep rally and you already forgot about it.
>Waiting for it to be over.
>But then suddenly, you see Fluttershy looking straight at you.
>You look back, and she visibly sighs then casually waves to you.
>Something about her feeling the way you do.
>Just like that she's a lot more pretty to you. Because she's now relatable.
>You stand up as if you're leaving the gym to go to the boy's room.
>You might have just left at this instant maybe sooner, but now you want to see what's up with Fluttershy.
>She probably thought you were leaving before you stopped at the door and turned back to look at her again.
>She doesn't hesitate to stand up too so she can follow you.


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>Imagine Sunset "bullying" Anon.
>Accosting him in dark corners of the school to give him noogies (hand jobs where she just leans down and heatedly murmurs 'noogie noogie noogie..!' at his dick)
>Sometimes she gives him a swirly (blowjob) while frantically fingering herself, her nails digging heavy lines in Anon's thighs.
>Every once in a while she even gives him a wet willy (riding him cowgirl), but all the time, when her mouth's not wrapped around his cock anyway, she whispers to him.
>"You gonna cry, Anon? What are you gonna do about it? Come on, cry, you little baby. Lemme see those tears..."
>Anon always gives up his thick, milky tears to Sunset's bullying.
>Then she steals his lunch money.

I want the mane six to punish me for my perversion by ganging up on me and bullying my dick until it cries.

>"There he is!" Rainbow Dash calls out. "The last male!"
>All of the mane seven dart their eyes in your direction as your cover is blown.
>RD has too much of a good eye.
>You just got here the day before, into this women-only colony called Camp Everfree that hasn't seen a male for at least a year or two at this point.
>All the other men had escaped. You’re the new one. And you’ve been spotted by the young women who own this territory.
"Please, no." You make an attempt to dart away from the imminent introduction to the campers.
>You can't run away this time, Dash is much faster than you are. She tackles you to the ground and holds you there until her friends come to her assistance.
>Try to squirm away from Rainbow's light body.
>Applejack jumps in and grabs your arms. Fuck, she's strong.
>The other five crowd around you momentarily and grab ahold of your flailing arms and legs to overpower you.
>All of them restrain you to the ground and wrestle you onto your back in a semi-reclined sitting position with your head resting on Applejack’s abs.
"No! No, let go of me!"
>"So you're the male they sent." Twilight looms over you aside her friends Sunset and Pinkie Pie.
"I-I'm not a male! Let me go! You have the wrong—"
>You squeak as you feel a hand reach over and grab your crotch.
>"Oh, he's a male alright." Applejack confirms with her fingers fondling your jewels. “He’s packin’ somethin’.”
>Can’t squirm away no matter how hard you try; the other girls start to touch you too. Rarity undoes the front of your pants before Pinkie Pie and Applejack yank them down your thighs.
>”Oh my, look at that bulge!” Rarity gasps. “You’re gonna give us a lot of seed, won’t you?”
>You keep resisting against their combined strength, but they all hold you in place.
>It’s fascinating how these grown women barely understand how penises work. They’ve really been deprived for quite some time.
“Leave me alone!” You plead.
>”Why should we? You have a dick, something we’ve been looking for since two years ago.” Pinkie Pie tells you with a grin growing on her face.
>”We like ya, and we want ya.” Applejack pulls your shirt up over your face and head, uses it to tangle your hands together as she holds them.
>”Damn.” Sunset blushes. “You’re pretty toned for someone who sits around all day. Got that man muscle privilege.”
>”You must be really strong...” Pinkie whispers into your ear. “Really really strong. It took a lot of us to get you, didn’t it?” She licks the side of your face.
>This sends you into another fit of resistance, which gets you nowhere. You’re already pinned and getting your clothes stripped off.
>Rarity pulls your boxers off of your hips and reveals your 7-inch dick to all of her friends. They all thirstily glare at it. Watching it flop around as you struggle to break free, which only enhances their thirst.
>They take turns grabbing it and playing with your junk, laughing at how you’ll never be able to hide it in a speedo.
>”Oh my gosh! I can’t believe you have to live with THIS thing between your legs!” Sunset teases. “I bet you can’t even fit into a thong with that thing!”
>”Wait, it gets even bigger when you play with it, right? Why isn’t it hard yet?” Twilight impatiently asks.
>”You have to MAKE it hard, silly! Remember?” Pinkie tells her. “These males are so easy to turn on. Watch. Fluttershy! You know what to do.”
>Without further warning, Fluttershy creeps between her friends with a lewd smirk and pulls her top down.
>She squeezes her bare breasts with her hands, and you caught too much of a glimpse of it.
>Pinkie grabs your limp shaft and strokes it up and down. The feeling sends a shock through you, and you feel yourself start to become erect right in Pinkie’s hand, having no way to hide it.
>”It’s getting bigger! It’s getting bigger!” Pinkie laughs maniacally as you turn bright red in the face. “His dick’s growing!”
>”Oh yeah!” Rainbow Dash licks her lips in a predatory fashion. “Ain’t nothing you can do about it, huh?”
>”Wow, you really are easy to turn on!” Applejack laughs. “She only showed you her tits and you’re getting hard.”
>You desperately grunt to get out of their hold, take back whatever dignity there is left. But they’ve already won; you’re at full mast.
>”We did it! We made it stand all the way up!” Twilight nearly drools as she starts to take her shirt off.
>”You men are so weird but so sexy.” Rarity puckers her lips a bit. “Now get over here!”
>She shoots her tongue into your mouth. The other girls start whooping and cheering as you fail in breaking free of the deep kiss.
>”Oh I bet this really arouses you.” Rarity gazes down at you. “You’re such a pathetic thirsty little animal. You can’t even control your own body.” She grabs your erect dick and rubs it some more.
>”You’re our property now, drone.” Rainbow Dash gives you an insidious smile as she pulls her shorts down. “Get ready to be bred like a motherfucker.”
>Sunset begins to undress too. “Swine!” She grabs the side of your abdomen, making you squeal in reaction.
>The mane seven proceed to take turns having their way with you, confirming that you have the ability to release semen.
>”Keep going! Make him cum all over himself!”
>There’s collective laughter that drowns out your desperate groans for escape.
>”Dumbass can’t control his own big lumbering genitals. Anyway, who wants to go first?”
>All of the mane seven slip out of their panties and take turns pinning your pelvic area to the grass with their own bodies.
>Using your attempts to thrust them off of you to stimulate you even more into climaxing again. And again… and again.
>...
>You’re allowed to keep your clothes on afterward. But you’re not allowed to leave the camp.
>The girls are free to try and make you aroused whenever they want. and if you get hard around any of them, they’re free to respond to it however they see fit.
>With thirsty smiles on their faces.
>This should go well.
~~~
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>Glimmer getting absolutely destroyed online by 13 year-old's using cheap tactics while Sunset rages on her behalf.
>"What!? He spawn-killed you from across the map AGAIN?! Gimme the mic, I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind!"
>Frustrated herself, Starlight hands the headset over to a scowling Sunset.
>She hears the usual mix of adolescent and adult male voices and clears her throat as she reads the kill feed.
>"Hey, you," She begins interrogatively, squinting to read his screen name. "Poonslayer69, do you get some sort of thrill from spawn-killing low-level players?"
>Before she even finishes, the party chat goes silent, save for the faint sound of wheezing.
>"Hello? Can anyone hear me?" She ventures.

>Poonslayer69 threatening to SWAT Sunset's apartment if she and her friend don't show bobs.
>Sunset tells him to fuck off.
>20 minutes later.
>www.youtube.com/watch?v=AoLm0p8o8Xk

>You arrive home after a Friday night Halo 2 LAN party.
>Brings back good childhood memories.
>As you get closer you see a lot of flashing red and blue as you walk home.
>Oh fuck.
>There is a shit ton of police and SWAT vehicles outside with officers training their weapons towards the apartment building.
>You go to the nearest cop.
"Excuse me, officer, I live here what's going on?"
>"Apparently, some crazy bitch stabbed her poor friend to death then threatened to blow up the entire apartment complex."
>The cop said still pointing his handgun towards the entrance
"Holy shit, my girlfriend and her friend are in there! Are they okay?!"
>"We're doing everything in our power to make sure everyone is safe, but for now I need you to stand ba—"
>The entrance door opens up with your horsegirl gf Sunset in handcuffs with an annoyed look on her face.
>Followed by her other horsegirl friend Starlight who looks like a five-year-old who was told that his puppy ran away.
>You hear an "eep" in the crowd.
>Wait a minute you know "eep" anywhere.
>You turn to see Fluttershy wearing her pajamas.
>Which makes since Fluttershy lives only two blocks away.
>"Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, A-Anon do you know what happened? Why is Sunset under arrest?"
>Tears are running down her face.
>You hug her so she can calm down.
>Bless her little heart.
"I have no idea Flutters. I just got back here. I'm sure it's a misunderstanding."


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>Space is getting a bit cramped at Sweet Apple Acres
>They don't have enough room to plant the trees to keep up with demand
>Buying land to expand isn't going to be easy; it's all owned by farmers who need it to grow their crops as well
>There's one exception, however
>Anonymous's family lives on a sizable plot of land right next to hers, and they haven't grown anything since their grandparents got too old for it
>If they could get access to that land, they'd more than double their growing area
>She heads over to discuss buying their land, but Anon's dad says that he has no intention of selling
>The land has been in their family for generations
>If the Apples want their land, they'll need to be part of the family
>When AJ is confused, he claps a hand on her shoulder and explains
>He wants her to marry Anon
>He wants grandkids eventually, and Anon seems far more interested in video games and shitposting on 4chan than dating
>AJ doesn't know how to respond, but before she can, he calls Anon down to meet her
>"I was just talking with Applejack here, and she was wondering if you'd like to accompany her to the carnival. Right, Jackie?"
>After a moment of confused hesitation, she slowly nods
>It's not like going to the carnival with him is some kind of contact or anything...
>She should at the very least explore her options...
~~~
>12:00 AM
>4 hours to go
>Today's the day
>It had finally reached this point
>You were going to propose to your girlfriend: Sunset Shimmer
>You've been planning this out for weeks
>Right down to the most minute of details
>You're jittering with excitement
>It's been making it harder for you to stay focused on your work.
>Only a few more hours to go
>You enter some numbers into a spreadsheet
>You've got a feeling today is going to be great.
>2:30 PM
>1 hour and 30 minutes to go
>...
>You're Sunset Shimmer
>Currently waiting for your "toy" to show up
>A ring at the door signals his arrival
>You open the door and let the man waiting outside into your home
>You enjoy these "visits"
>From your lover
>You have more than enough time until Anon comes home
>You've been doing this for months
>Usually when he's at work
>And he'll never know
>You set an alarm to give you a heads up on when he'll get home
>You and your lover go into your bedroom to have a little fun
>...
>A few shipments arrived ahead of schedule at your work
>Making it so you get out of work a little bit early
>You clock out and leave the building
>You get into your car
>Things seem to be going your way today
>Getting out of work early gives you a lot more extra time to finish up your preparations
>Like picking up the ring from the jewelers
>You start your car up and shift into gear
>You leave work and head to the jewelry shop in town
>You can hardly wait
>...
>3:00 PM
>You're Sunset
>Currently getting fucked senseless by your lover
>His throbbing member slips deeply into your awaiting pussy
>It elicits a moan out of you as you feel him deep inside of you
>He grabs you by your hips, and thrusts in and out of you, slowly gaining more speed
>You can't help but gasp as you get penetrated
>His cock fills your tight cunt perfectly
>Unlike Anon's
>But you can't focus on that too much
>For your lover locks lips with you and grabs your breasts
>He squeezes them
>Causing you to arch your back in pleasure
>You can feel a familiar feeling rising in your loins
>Your lover is feeling it in his as well
>It doesn't take much longer for the two of you to reach your climax
>You wrap your legs around his torso as he slams his member as deep as it can go inside you
>You feel his hot semen fill your womb with each twitch of his dick
>This sends you over the edge, and you climax with a scream
>The two of you are panting as you lock lips
>You feel his member slowly slip out of your pussy
>His cum drips out of your pussy
>After a couple of minutes of rest you look at your lover
"Ready for round two?"
>You see his member hardening again
>Unbeknownst to the two of you, a car pulled into the driveway as you climaxed.
>...
>3:15 PM
>You pull into your driveway
>An unfamiliar car sits in the driveway
>It sends up red flags in your mind
>You shut off your car and get out quietly
>This is suspicious
>You walk over to the car and look inside
>Doesn't look like any car your girlfriend's friends would drive
>You decide to check the house now
>You slip your hand into your pocket to retrieve your house keys
>You silently walk up to your door and slip the key in
>It unlocks
>You step inside
>You take your coat off
>Nothing seems out of place
>Except for the slight thumping noise coming from further inside the house
>You silently creep towards the sound
>As you get closer, you can hear the sounds of moans and moist slapping coming from your bedroom
>You can tell it's Sunset by the pitch
>Your mind is running to a bad conclusion as you can do nothing but press on to the bedroom
>You can make out the sound of a man's grunts along with the previous sounds from the other side of the door
>Thinking of the worst possible scenario, you step back from the door before swiftly kicking the door open
>What lies on the other side of the door both anger and surprise you
>Sunset with a guy mid thrust inside her
>A look of terror washes over Sunset's face
"What the fuck!?"
>A rage flows inside you
>How could she
>After all you two have been through
>She cheats on you
>Your brain can't fully process what you're witnessing, and you turn around and start walking away in response
>You've been betrayed by the one person who you loved the most
>Sadness and anger washes over you as you grab your coat, and fling it back on
>The small box you had gets launched out of one of the pockets in your coat, and it flies in front of the couch
>The sound of Sunset running towards you as she yells "Wait!"
>You don't fucking care anymore
>You open the door of the house and step outside
>Before slamming the door, you say one final thing
"You fucking whore."
>The thud of the door slam echoes a little
>You get back into your car and get out of there as fast as you can.
>You just needed to go anywhere but there
>...
>You stand in shock in the living room.
>You were caught
>You've fucked up big time
>You should have never done any of this
>But you did
>And now you're paying the consequences of your actions
>What have you done
>You let your urges take control of you
>And you've hurt Anon
>You sit down on the couch in a daze
>Feeling overwhelmed, you lay down.
>That's when you notice a little black velvet box sitting on the floor
>Oh no
>Please don't let it be that.
>You grab the little box off the floor and open it.
>What lies inside makes you feel terrible
>A golden ring with your cutie mark emblazoned on top of it in precious gemstones
"What have I done?"
That phrase keeps repeating over and over in your head
>...
>Miles away from Canterlot
>You are miles away from any people
>The long winding dirt road you're on seems to go on forever
>But instead of continuing on down the road, you get an urge to stop
>You pull off the road and shut off the car
>You think that some fresh air would help you some, so you get out of the car
>With a sigh, you crumple down onto the ground
>Your heart hurts
~~~
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>Raindow swung the axe down, grunting as the impact ran up her toned arms and her opponent flew away from her, split in twain by her mighty blow.
>Blowing out a heavy breath, she set the axe down on its head, leaning on the haft as she wiped her brow with a towel draped around her neck.
"Half a cord. Heh. Beat that ThunderLAME."
>Turning her back on the clearing littered with the bodies of her slain 'enemies', she rolled her shoulders as she walked back toward her small cabin.
>Setting the axe against the wall, she pulled the door open and stepped inside, rubbing the excess sweat from the back of her neck and chest with her towel before casting it into the corner.
>Plucking at her drenched shirt, she pulled it off after a moment and cast it aside as well.
>She ran a hand absently through her short, tangled hair, cursing softly as her fingers caught a snarl. She plucked more gently as she made her way over to her small bed.
"Hmmm. Hmmhmmhmm..."
>Rainbow plucked a few rough shirts from the floor, sniffing them lightly before grimacing and tossing them onto other piles. She had a system. The ones that weren't in piles yet were the ones that might be okay.
>Finally settling on one that didn't remind her too badly of a stable, she pulled it on before looking around.
"Thank the Gods Flutters is coming home soon. If she was gone any longer I might actually have to do some laundry."
>Cracking a grin she wasn't sure was brought on more by her being saved from the laundry or the savior, Rainbow plucked her harness up from beside her bed.
>Giving the cracked and worn leather a slight frown, she slipped it over her head, wriggling into it with little difficulty.
>Much to Rainbow's chagrin.
>Looking herself over, she could at least say the leather crisscrossing her chest accentuated what little she had to work with.
>With a sigh, she pulled her swords off the rack hanging next to her bed, sliding them into the crossed hilts behind her back.
"Get used to it, Dash. You finished growing a long time ago."
>She sniffed as she checked the hilts over her shoulders, snatching at them and pulling them half from their sheathes a few times to make sure the draw was smooth.
>The forest between her out of the way cabin and Cloudsvale proper weren't exactly dangerous, especially with Flutters and her friends doing their work, but you never knew.
"Maybe something nasty decided to crawl out of its hole, and I can get some REAL action."
>Rainbow's earlier grin came back with a nasty edge. In one swift motion, her swords leaped from out within their sheaths, their curved edges shining in the flickering lamplight.
>Her mother's swords, really, but hers now. She glanced over to the ladder leading to her small attic before slipping her swords back away.
"Guess I better get that wagon up here if I wanna eat this week. Thunderlame... I'm comin' for ya...~"
>Cackling roughly, Rainbow burst out her front door, legs pumping and bunching beneath her as she leaped fallen logs and low bushes, arms catching low branches to swing her through the air.
>Several pairs of eyes watched her progress toward the village. Some with indifference, some with malice, and a single pair with love.
>One pair of eyes grunted with the mouth attached to them, rubbing its great furry head against a slim tree. A bark-covered hand reached down to rub the underside of it's muzzle before fading back into the greenery.
>The bear was used to its duty, and it ambled off after the swiftly disappearing Rainbow. To the forest's edge, no further. His friend needed his strength, his tenacity, and his help.
>As he ambled after the oblivious girl, several more pairs of eyes slipped back into the darkness.
>Not today.
>Rainbow burst out into the low fields surrounding the village, running full tilt for all the world as if an army was on her heels.
>Several farmers half-rose from their toil before recognizing the characteristic mop of hair of their resident roustabout, settling back down to their work with a few rolled eyes and grumbles.
>Rainbow paid them little mind, cutting across a field to a few halfhearted shouts and leaping the drainage ditch to land on the single road running through Cloudsvale.
"Ah, the wonders of civilization..."
>Rainbow chuckled, slightly out of breath but not slowing in the least as her sinewy limbs ate up the ground before her, making for the largest building in town.
>Finally slowing as she approached the town's inn, and general center of activity, she slipped around the back while absently noting a bit more activity than usual.
"Huh, did I forget about a festival or something? Maybe a caravan came in..."
>She slipped the bolt on the back door with practiced ease, striding into the bustling kitchen beyond it and calling out.
"Hey, Maddy! Get your lump to hitch up the wagon, will ya? Got your firewood ready up at the cabin."
>A flour-bedecked head popped up from the long table in the middle of the room, pinning Rainbow with a scowl.
>"No time for that now, girl. Town meeting in a bit. Everyone's to come. Not surprised no one bothered to trek all the way out to let you know. Barely part of the town as it is, out in the woods and up to who knows what?"
>Rainbow bristled silently, reminded again why she spent so much time away from town. She knew better than to snap at the woman, though. Her husband basically paid her bills.
"Yeah, too busy getting into trouble to settle down in town like a nice girl."
>Maddy's head snapped up, hearing Rainbow's muttered comment.
>Rainbow was surprised to see less of the woman's usual scorn in her expression. There was a touch of something she wasn't used to, and it actually gave her pause.
>There was fear in Maddy's eyes.
>"You don't joke! You don't joke about that now, girl! Just, just get out front and listen to the mayor you little chit! Just, listen."
>Rainbow nodded slowly, confusion keeping her mouth shut as she made her way through the kitchen and into the inn proper. 
>Maddy WAS scared. And if Rainbow had to guess, it was as much FOR Rainbow as it was OF her.
>She was used to that edge of fear brought on by Maddy not understanding a girl like Rainbow.
>Anything that didn't involve cooking, cleaning, getting married and popping out a few brats was foreign to Maddy. Most of the village women, for that matter.
>Different was scary, and Rainbow was sure different.
>Shrugging aside the old wounds, Rainbow strode across the strangely deserted inn floor and out the front door to see a milling crowd of villagers, more trickling in from the various lanes even as she watched.
>Down the raised porch that the inn sported, the grizzled village elders could be seen in a half-circle around a tall man that stood with his back to the rail, talking to him animatedly.
>She gave the man against the rail an appraising eye, as she always did. Clad in chainmail with a brilliant lightning bolt striking through a pair of angelic wings emblazoned on his tabard, Soarin' cut a commanding figure.
>Vice-captain of the legendary Wonderbolts, regional commander of Equestria's military, he was second only in her eyes as the greatest hero the country had.
>Spitfire was number one, of course, and didn't that stick in the old biddies around town's craws.
>As interesting as it was to see the man, it meant trouble. Soarin' was a man of the people, but he didn't make visits like these for no reason.
>Rainbow slipped off the porch, landing softly and filtering into the crowd.
>Rainbow watched silently as a broad-shouldered man stepped out of the inn, striding over to the elders and speaking with them for a moment before turning to Soarin' and slapping him on the back.
>Unlike their usual interaction, Soarin' didn't let out a laugh and slap him back. He slowly shook his head and extended his hand, shaking it quickly before striking up a discussion.
>'Soarin's all business today.' Dash thought, watching Tempest Twist, the town's mayor. His expression darkened, and he glanced out over the crowd as Soarin' spoke.
>Rainbow's eyes widened as his gaze fell on her with an unreadable expression before turning back to Soarin' and nodding.
>They both turned around, facing the gathered throng in the town square. An elder stepped up behind the two men, placing a glowing hand on each of their shoulders, then stepped back.
>Tempest coughed into his fist, and a blast of sound swept through the square, making several people jump, including the mayor.
>Rainbow chuckled lightly at the sham. Tempest made that same 'mistake' before every one of his speeches.
>"Sorry, sorry all. Confound that sonorous spell. Wouldn't use it if my little village hadn't grown so big and strong I have to shout myself hoarse to be heard."
>Typical pandering. Rainbow sighed. Maybe this wasn't going to be as interesting as she'd thought.
>"That being said. Just because we've gotten big and strong doesn't mean we need to throw our weight around, right? Wouldn't want anyone to say we were bullies, right?"
>That bit caught Rainbow's attention. She didn't think she'd ever heard the mayor espousing anything but rapid expansion into any territory he thought they could hold.
>But that sounded decidedly like a word of caution.
>"Soarin' tells me there've been some rumblings to the west. Our forest's not so quiet as it's been these last few months. Goblins roaming around and the like."
>"W-what?" Rainbow blurted out, her comment thankfully washed away in the murmurs of the crowd.
>Rumblings in the forest? Rainbow certainly hadn't noticed anything, and she lived there, for fuck's sake!
>Her thoughts were interrupted when Soarin' stepped forward beside the mayor, his usually kind if boisterous voice's edge cutting through the murmurs of the crowd like a knife.
>"It's true. There've always been a few goblins wandering around in pairs and trios. They hunt the forest just like anyone else. But bands of more than ten have been spotted moving about, and these goblins don't just have bows. They have spears and axes, and the look of which they mean to use 'em. Something's stirred 'em up."
>Soarin's words were met with silence before a voice spoke out among the crowd.
>"But, they're just goblins! Spindly little things, you know? Who's scared of them?" Murmurs of agreement sprung up in the crowd, but another thunderous cough from the mayor cut them off.
>"Think so, Gust?" The mayor picked the man out with little difficulty. It wasn't just bluster that he knew every man in his village by name. He leaned over the railing slightly.
"Still be thinking that when you're surrounded by a dozen of 'em, only to get hamstrung by the one you never noticed creeping up behind you because it was just a 'spindly little thing'? You a knight now? Got some fine armor to protect you holed up in that sprawling firetrap of yours?"
>The man opened his mouth angrily, but as his neighbors slowly edged away from him and the mayor glowered down at him he seemed to think better of it.
>"S'pose I might be in a bit of trouble if that came to pass." Gust said slowly, his brow furrowed, and the mayor leaned back from the railing with a nod.
>"Well, that's the only way they fight, so that's the only kind of trouble you'll find. We've got two options here, folks. We can get every man worth his salt to gear up and sweep the forest, drive them goblins out, find their holes and rid the forest of 'em for good."
>The citizens seemed a bit confused by this, as it was essentially the opposite of the advice the mayor had been offering, but he wasn't done. With a somber look over the crowd, the mayor continued.
>"We'll lose people that way, though. Maybe just a few, maybe far more than we can afford. It won't be bloodless, that's for sure. In my mind, we can't afford to lose a single man." His gaze locked in on Gust again and he smiled grimly.
>"Not even you, ya idjit."
>Sparse laughter filtered through the crowd, but it was obviously strained.
>"No, best we take the second road, which is to leave them be. We grow enough food, have enough trade, we can let the forest lie for a bit. Import our meat, kill a few more cows the next little bit, buy our lumber from Ponydom over the way there."
>Aggrieved murmurs rose up from the crowd, Rainbow's among them. There weren't many of them, but she wasn't the only one that lived in the forest.
>"I know!" Tempest roared. "I know some of you'll be givin' up your homes. I know lumber and meat ain't cheap!" He turned to Soarin' and gestured him forward, and the man took the rail again.
>"Equestria isn't blind to your plight. Subsidies will be set aside. Taxes will be eased. An engineer corps has been dispatched, and in two weeks they'll be here to erect homes for the ones abandoned."
>Soarin's eyes seemed to gaze over the roofs of the village to the forest not so very far from them. "And perhaps a wall." He said softly, before blinking in surprise as his words were still broadcast to the crowd. 
>Alarmed murmurs sprung up among them before the mayor stepped forward and slapped Soarin' on the back again. Hard.
>"There's the Soarin' we all know! Slipping a bit of humor into a sour situation! Ha!" Scattered laughter met the mayor's guffaws, slowly growing to a genuine squall of mirth.
>Rainbow was silent. Her eyes stayed on Soarin', whose eyes had strayed back to the forest, narrow and pensive.
"Yeah. Great joke Soarin'..."
>Rainbow moved to leave the square. That load of wood seemed not so important at the moment. Her home... There were things she couldn't leave behind there.
>And a friend that had no idea what she was walking into making her way there.
>"Hold!"
>Instinctively, Rainbow stopped. She looked over her shoulder to see the mayor's arm stretching out, his finger pointed directly at her chest.
>"Rainbow, don't make trouble. Anything in your house can be replaced. I'll give you a place in my own house until a new one can be built. Stay."
>Rainbow cocked her head before turning to face the mayor, fists on hips.
"Well, you know? That might have held more weight with me if anybody had actually told me about this little meeting in the first place."
>Tempest gulped audibly. REALLY audibly. His voice was still amplified by the spell. 
>Before he could reply he was spun around by an apoplectic Soarin'.
>"Is this true? You didn't warn her even though she LIVES IN THE FOREST?!?" Soarin's face was a mask of rage. Rainbow had never seen him like this and was shocked again when Soarin' twisted a fist in Tempest's shirtfront and pulled the bigger man onto his tiptoes.
>"You left a citizen to fend for herself in this time of danger? Tempest, we will have words about this..."
>Knocking Soarin's hand aside, Tempest took a step back.
>"She was coming into town today anyway! To deliver wood! We couldn't waste a runner when she was coming in anyway..." Tempest started off strong, but as he spoke the words came out weaker, and he snuck a furtive glance in Rainbow's direction.
>To find her glaring directly at him.
"Settin' aside the fact I might have been late getting the wood together, not likely I know, but anyway... Could you also not spare a runner for the Druids? Fluttershy's coming home today."
>Tempest's eyes narrowed before a look of dawning horror overtook his face.
>Rainbow didn't waste another word. In a moment she was at the edge of the plaza, and the next she was gone.
>Rainbow ran.
>She ran as hard as she could. As hard as she ever had. In a flash, she was across the fields and into the forest's edge.
>She thought she might have seen a surprised brown face rear back from her as she hurdled the rough stone wall dividing the fields from the trees, but that was a problem for another time.
>Her mind swirled with two facts as she dipped and rolled past obstacles.
>'Goblins in the forest. Fluttershy in the forest.'
>But Fluttershy was a druid, right? The forest was a druid's home before any goblin.
>Fluttershy was a druid IN TRAINING. Green as leaves. Scared of her own shadow. 
>Rainbow grimaced and pushed herself harder. Fluttershy needed her. She knew it. Fluttershy always needed her.
>She saw the trees thinning and looked around, surprised to see the familiar woods around her home surrounding her. Was she here already?
>Snapping her swords out, she rolled around the side of her cabin, coming up in a ready stance, eyes darting around to take in her surroundings.
>House, still there.
>Wood pile, still stacked haphazardly in the clearing.
>Fluttershy in her funny leafy green dress sipping a cup of tea on her porch.
>Oh.
>Rainbow collapsed to her knees before sliding backward to land on her butt with a jarring thump. Her sword tips dug into the ground to keep her from falling back completely.
>Her mother would have killed her.
>"Rainbow, are you all right? You seem awfully tired. How about some tea? It's very restorative."
>Fluttershy's soft voice washed over Rainbow, calming her roaring heartbeat and loosening the noose around her throat.
"Dammit Flutters, you know I hate tea."
>Rainbow sat in her kitchen, nursing a steaming cup as Fluttershy dithered about, clucking her tongue at the state of the house.
>"Really, Rainbow? Two months without a single wash?"
>Rainbow waved a hand in her general direction tiredly, taking another sip from her cup.
>Fluttershy's tea was... Better. Two months in the woods seemed to have improved her technique quite a bit, and her fatigue seemed to be draining away as fast as the liquid in the cup.
"It's fine, Flutters. Who's gonna complain if I smell a bit? It's just sweat."
>Fluttershy gave the girl an odd look and took an involuntary step back.
>"You HAVE been washing... Other things. Right?"
>Was her nose wiggling slightly?
"Flutters! Come on! Eww! I haven't forgotten how to bathe. Jeez. More importantly, are you alright?"
>Rainbow looked the taller girl over carefully as she was regarded in turn.
>"Of course I am, Rainbow. Why wouldn't I be?"
>Taller, and heavier. Not in a bad way, though. That extra weight seemed to know JUST where to go, Rainbow thought with a slight growl.
>"Umm, Rainbow?"
>Snapping out of it, Rainbow looked Fluttershy in the eyes.
"Well, there's the fact that the woods are apparently crawling with goblins!"
>Rainbow flung her arms wide, expecting Fluttershy to shriek in horror, but all she got was a pensive frown.
>"Oh, yes. Well, they don't seem to mind me, and they avoid Harry."
>Rainbow quirked an eyebrow. Two months really HAD made a big difference.
"That big lug still around? Oh, actually, I think I saw him on my way here. You finally bond with him?"
>Fluttershy giggled softly. "Oh, no. Harry's just my friend. Angelus is the one I bonded with, just like I told you."
>With that, she reached into her infuriatingly deep cleavage and pulled out a struggling, gasping white rabbit by the scruff of its neck.
>Fluttershy leaned in to nuzzle the little fellow, then jerked back with a giggle as tiny claws flashed through the space her face had just occupied.
>"Oh! You're feisty today, aren't you my little Angel?"
>Rainbow shuddered slightly at the sight of her arch-nemesis. How a druid couldn't tell the difference between a bunny and a demon, Rainbow would never understand.
"See, this is why I worry about you, Flutters. Lakes has an eagle for a partner. Mossy has a freaking tiger."
>She gave Fluttershy a look, but the girl just quirked an eyebrow.
"You, have a Rabbit."
>Fluttershy waved a hand in the air before plopping Angelus down in her lap, where he promptly bit her. Fluttershy winced slightly before reaching down and stroking the animals back slowly.
>'An evil fucking rabbit I'm convinced would rather kill and eat you than help you.' Rainbow thought as the beast slowly released its grip on her thigh.
>"Now Angel, we agreed. No biting when I'm not in my armor, or no meal. That's your lunch you just took out of me." Fluttershy's tone was slightly exasperated, but Angel just looked up at her and slowly nodded.
>Fluttershy gave Rainbow a pained smile and laughed weakly.
>"Angelus is very fierce, Rainbow. If it came to it, he'd be more than adequate protection. Not that I'd ever want him to put himself in danger like that."
"I'll... Take your word for it, Flutters. Don't bother with the cleaning though. Apparently, I'm moving into town. Tempest's house, even. Movin' up in the world, heh."
>Fluttershy's face clouded over before giving Rainbow a pained look.
>"It's really that bad? The goblin problem? You're going to give up your home?"
>Rainbow gave a weak laugh. She waved a hand above her head, looking around the sparse cabin.
"It's just stuff, Flutters. Just a place. I was gonna leave eventually, anyway. Ponydom to join up, Canterlot to train, then the world with a lightning bolt on my chest."
>Fluttershy nodded slowly. She'd heard the plan often enough. She'd agreed to leave the forest behind once she was far enough along in her training just to help 'The Plan' succeed.
>But she couldn't help but watch Rainbow's eyes wander to the loft. She knew Rainbow was lying to herself if she thought there was nothing important to her here.
>"Just... Put it on, Rainbow, then we can go."
>Rainbow sighed, rolling her neck lazily and ending up looking at Fluttershy with tired eyes.
"I can't, Flutters. I haven't earned it. Plus, illegal? I can't wear the symbol before I'm a 'bolt. It'd be like... Wearing the sunburst without ever stepping in a church."
>Fluttershy tapped her lip for a few moments then shrugged.
>"So wear it inside out."
>Rainbow scoffed. She rolled her eyes. She opened her mouth to make a witty retort.
>And couldn't think of anything to say.
"Uh... Maybe that would work?"
>Fluttershy made a shooing motion toward the ladder before settling back into her chair and stroking Angelus' back softly.
>Rainbow nodded, ascending the ladder to the loft slowly and moving forward to kneel in front of the lone heavy chest against the back wall.
>Rubbing the latch, she flipped it up after a few moments and lifted the lid. Inside was a tabard with the Bolt and Wings emblazoned boldly across the front.
>She slowly pulled it out, laying it to the side and patting it gently with a soft smile. She had a lot of memories of that piece of clothing. Mostly staring at it as opposed to her mother's disappointed face. Or crushing her own against it on the days her mother came home after a long tour.
>Next came out the matching leather greaves and vambraces. They looked like leather anyway. Rainbow had seen her mother block a sword's edge with them, and no damage had been down to the unmarred surface. It hadn't saved her arm from being broken, but she hadn't been CUT, anyway.
>Rainbow set these aside as well, pulling out the last piece in the chest.
>The dull green mail slithered through her fingers until she found the sleeves, pulling the surprisingly light shirt out of the chest.
>And just like she remembered it, there was the same winged lightning bolt the tabard sported.
>Shrugging, she flipped the coat inside out and stared at the dull metal staring back at her.
"Son of a bitch..."
>Rainbow tightened the last strap on the greave and stood up, twisting back and forth and bending this way and that.
>The chain mail fit her like a second skin, allowing almost total freedom of movement.
>Which was very weird.
"Flutters, mom was bigger than me, right? That's not just some 'kids perspective' thing, right?"
>Fluttershy tapped her chin for a few moments.
>"I think you might actually be taller, but her shoulders were MUCH wider. Also her bust."
>Rainbow ground her teeth for a moment, taking her time to get back on the subject at hand and away from idle fantasies of strangling her best friend.
"So, why does this fit me so well?"
>Fluttershy stared at Rainbow for a few seconds, seeming to process something before shaking her head with a sigh.
>"Rainbow, you understand the armor of a Wonderbolt is heavily enchanted, right? That suit of armor is probably the most magical thing in all of Cloudsvale. Well, you said Soarin' was in town, so maybe not actually. I'm sure part of the enchantments function is making it fit well."
>Rainbow stared at the girl before cracking a sickly smile.
"Sure, sure. Duh, right? 'Course it's magic shape-shifting armor. Uh, you know, maybe I should just..."
>"No Rainbow. You wanted to wear that armor, and I'm sure your mother would have wanted that, too. Now, let's go back to town, say our goodbyes, and get this plan of yours in motion." 
>Fluttershy leaned forward, hands on her hips, and stared into Rainbow's eyes. The intense emerald gaze seemed to bore into her soul.
"Gah! Hey! You promised not to do that anymore!"
>Fluttershy blinked, breaking eye contact and blushing heavily.


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>"Deep in thought again?" Norman asked Anon as they walked home from school.
>"About the work, or about Rarity?" Norman asks after Anon nods in response. 
>Anon scoffs defensively, and Norman laughs a bit
>"Hey, I get it. She's pretty hot, dude. Gets into your mind."
>As the two walk, a storm starts brewing in the sky above Canterlot. 
>"Well, I gotta get back home before the storm gets too bad. See you later!" Norman said, running off to his house. 
>Anon darts off back home and Norman rushes into his room. 
>But underneath Norman's shelf in his modest room is a tiny button, which he presses. 
>A gap opens in the floor and Norman climbs down. 
>The gap leads into a room full of futuristic tech and advanced monitoring equipment. 
>Norman then inputs a code into the monitor with the holographic keyboard, and a camera feed of downtown Canterlot appears. 
>Anon soon runs into view, and is struck by lightning and falls to the ground unconscious. 
>Smiling contently, Norman softly says to himself:
>"See you soon, Lightning Man."
~~~
>Camp Everfree is still open between summer and Halloween.
>You are Anon, one of the regular campers still going to Everfree.
>You’ve been here all summer and stayed to avoid going to school.
>Along with Norman, Flash, Timber, Gloriosa, Sunset, Fluttershy, and Applejack.
>You’ve always had a crush on Sunset.
>One of the best things you like about camp is Sunset.
>She’s so fucking amazing, it’s sad she never really noticed you all summer long.
>But she still kind of knows you though.
>If it weren’t for avoiding school, you would have stayed at Camp Everfree just for Sunset.
>Timber Spruce and Gloriosa Daisy run the camp, and it’s been pretty fun to be honest.
>Flash Sentry was the hotshot who the girls went to before they even thought of you.
>Norman was always off to the side but was still cooler than you in a couple of ways.
>When it was time to go back to school, some students were given the option to stay at camp until November.
>Obviously Twilight wanted to go back because she wouldn’t miss school for the world.
>Rarity wasn’t a fan of the outdoors, and Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash definitely didn’t want to miss Halloween.
>Both of them love trick-or-treating and couldn’t live without it.
>RD likes the tricks the most, and Pinkie likes the treats the most.
>But you and the others stayed.
>Timber couldn’t go back to Canterlot High with Twilight, but she gave him her number right before departure.
>Sunset stayed because she wanted to get to know Gloriosa better after teaching her an important lesson about friendship.
>And because of that, Flash stayed, because he knew that his chances with Twilight were pretty much shot down at this point, and he was with Sunset in the past anyway.
>He wants to try and get Sunset back, but instead finds Timber having more luck getting her attention than he is.
>Applejack wanted to stay so she can get experience living in the wilderness. Also, Fluttershy wanted someone to protect her when she planned to get to know the animals of the forest some more.
>Norman just wanted more of the free food, probably.
>...
>Anyway it’s been several weeks and Halloween is right around the corner.
>Everything’s been going well for the camp.
>Especially now that there are fewer campers to take care of.
>But not everything’s been going right.
>Gloriosa has recently been getting angry at Timber regarding a project he wants to do in the forest.
>Timber wants to cut down a few trees to build a brand new log cabin for the camp.
>He wants to use it as a haunted house for all of the Fall campers to have fun in once they arrive.
>Then he’ll just start using it as a regular cabin as an addition to the camp.
>But this doesn’t sit well with Gloriosa nor Fluttershy, who want to protect the trees and the animals that live in them.
>Gloriosa thinks the idea is reckless but Timber says he’s going to do it anyway.
>...
>It’s around the start of October when Timber heads into the woods with an ax.
>But he comes back not long after because it starts to rain hard.
>He says he’s going to go back every day until he gets enough hours of clear skies to chop the trees down in peace and drag the logs back to camp.
>He promises it before going into his own cabin.
>The rain lasts all the way into the night.
>It's a dark and stormy night.
>You’re lying awake in bed because you can’t sleep, feeling really stressed out.
>All you can hear is the rain falling on the roof.
>Suddenly, you hear a knock on the door.
>You’re very hesitant, but you get out of bed to answer it.
>”Hey, Anon.” Sunset says to you, drenched in rain as you open the door.
“Sunset!” You gasp, startled. “What are you doing out there in the rain?”
>”I’m... locked out of my cabin.” She explains.
“What? Locked out? At this time and when it’s raining this hard? But why?”
>”It’s a long story.”
>A flash of lightning and loud thunder startle you again.
>You’re really jumpy tonight.
>”Can I stay in here for a while?” Sunset asks you.
“Oh, uh, sure.” You accept, trying not to look at her bra through her soaked shirt.
>After Sunset comes into the room, you close the door, looking outside in case there's someone lurking around.
>You just feel like there’s someone else out there.
>”Thanks, Anon. I really appreciate it.”
“It’s no problem, really.”
>All of a sudden, you hear a bloodcurdling scream coming from the direction of Timber’s cabin.
>But it’s not Timber screaming, it’s Gloriosa’s voice.
>You and Sunset rush over to the scene where the other campers rush to too.
>The door is open and you all go inside.
>Gloriosa is covering her face and still screaming, soon falling to her knees.
>But that’s not the terrifying part of this.
>On the bed, you see Timber Spruce, covered in blood.
>The ax he was going to use to chop down the trees is lodged into his chest, and there’s obviously blood splattered everywhere.
>On the headboard of the bed is a name written entirely in blood by finger.
>It reads:
>
>"ANON"
>
>Your gut wrenches and you feel the room sink away from you.
>Everyone turns to face you with horrified expressions.
“It... it wasn’t me!” you stammer in defense. “I was just in my cabin sleeping!”
>You need to get this sorted out fast.
>Everyone silently stares at you, apprehensive.
>”It’s true!” Sunset steps forth. “He didn’t do it! I was just with him! He was in his cabin sleeping!”
>Everyone talks amongst themselves after Sunset's statement, and you get nasty glares from people in the room.
>You exhale, knowing how lucky you were to have Sunset come to your door at just the right time.
>”You were sleeping?” Flash asks, skeptical.
“Yes! Sunset's my witness. I wasn’t anywhere near Timber’s cabin. I’m not even able to get in.”
>Technically, you were actually laying in bed awake, not sleeping. But you’re definitely innocent in this atrocity.
>”He and I were just talking five minutes ago. Then we heard screaming and came over with everyone else.”
“Whoever wrote my name in blood wants to frame me.”
>”Well they can’t be from the outside if they know you.” Gloriosa says with tears in her eyes. “Whoever it is has to still be on camp grounds!”
>There’s chatter.
>Fluttershy is speechless, and Applejack says they’re probably lurking in the shadows.
>Everyone’s soaked in rain, so Sunset already being wet doesn’t stand out.
>It’s hard to go back to sleep afterwards.
>Copper Top, the nearest possible cop has to come in the middle of the night and Gloriosa explains to her what she knows happened.
>She questions you, Sunset and everyone else.
>You answer honestly, luckily not having to include whether or not you were legit asleep, not as if it matters at this point.
>The rain stops in the middle of the night.
>You and everyone else are tired as fuck by the time the sun rises.
>Try to get some sleep in.
>...
>Everyone meets in the dining hall by noon.
>Gloriosa stands in front of the group next to Copper Top.
>She’s obviously been crying and looks extremely distressed.
>”It’s been decided that we have to stick together and keep a close eye on each other for the rest of our time here,” Gloriosa announces.
>”Everyone who was present during the crime taking place MUST stay in the camp. No one is allowed to leave," Copper Top adds.
>There’s gasps and chatter.
>”But why?” asks Flash. “Can’t we just go home?”
>Copper Top shakes her head.
>”I’m afraid that’s not an option. This campground is officially a crime scene. And every single person who could be a possible suspect must remain on campgrounds until we get enough folks up here to conduct a proper investigation.”
>Now everyone looks worried.
>”Are you saying we’re all suspects?” Applejack asks, shocked.
>”Until we have a good lead, I’m afraid so. Everyone who was present must be considered until we’re able to find clues.”
>”Well, how long is that gonna be?” Norman says.
>”I made a call down to the station earlier this morning. They’re getting a crime scene investigation team over here as we speak.”
>”It’s going to take them a while to get here,” says Gloriosa. “Since they’re so far away from this camp.”
>”So as for right now, from this moment on, everyone is to remain in sight at all times. No one leaves the camp,” Copper Top concludes. “The team should be here in an hour or two.”
>The meeting is ended and everyone has to travel in a group now.
>Well, shit.
>...
>You sit with the others around an unlit campfire in midday.
>Everyone’s trying to calm down and come to terms with the situation.
>Whatever happened to Timber, the cops who will be here soon will find out.
>Gloriosa goes back to her office again and again to check the phone.
>Copper Top keeps an eye on all of you as you sit around in a circle. You’re sitting in between Sunset and Applejack.
>”Once again, Ah’m so sorry we thought it was you at first,” Applejack apologizes to you again. “Sunset happened to come to your door at the right time.”
“None taken, Applejack. And thank you so much, Sunset. You pretty much saved my skin there by getting locked out of your cabin.”
>”I guess fate has a special way of rewarding the innocent ones in the end,” says Sunset.
>Damn you wish that were actually true in real life.
>”Ah sure hope it won’t be too much longer till they get here,” Applejack sighs.
>”Yeah,” says Sunset. “I didn’t know this camp was that far away from any big police station. Then again, that’s not surprising.”
>Not quieting down, you sit by the campfire and patiently wait for the cops to show up.
>You’re still a little shaken up about how whoever did this wanted to frame you of all people. You’ve never even done anything bad to anyone here at camp.
>Whoever did this is a sack of shit.
>They not only murdered someone but tried to make all of the blame go to you by writing your name on the bed with the victim's blood.
>This is some crime show-tier shit.
>But who is it?
>”Well, this isn’t how I planned to spend this fall,” Sunset eventually says to you.
“Yeah. I’m just glad that whoever did it didn’t come for the rest of us.”
>”Well, clearly whoever did it had a problem with Timber,” Applejack infers. “And they wanted to get away with it too. It’s still scary to think they could still be running around somewhere around here. People like this can get dangerous when they’re close to getting caught. AH hear about it all the damn time.”
>”Do you think it was someone from the camp?” Sunset asks.
“If you ask me, it probably had to be if they already knew my name and that I was going here.”
>Slowly, you look around at everyone else sitting near you.
>It could be any one of them. Any one of them.
>But your eye is drawn to Flash, who was looking at you right before you started looking at him.
>At this moment, Gloriosa comes over.
>”Okay I’m going to need to ask you a few questions,” she says. “First, who was the last one to talk to Timber? I need to get answers for the nice policewoman.”
>”Ah spoke to him yesterday about possible alternatives to building the cabin out of wood he was planning on chopping down," Applejack answers.
>Sunset answers next. “I spoke with him... two days ago, I think. It was about some personal but unrelated stuff.”
“I talked to him at lunch a couple of times.”
>After everyone answers, it turns out that Fluttershy was the one who last talked to Timber.
>She talked to him very late last evening, at the door of his own personal cabin.
>”What was it you and Timber talked about?” Asks Gloriosa.
>Fluttershy is very hesitant to answer, and she almost looks like she’s going to cry.
>She’s normally a bit less timid than this, but it’s still not surprising considering a murder just happened.
>”Um... well Applejack told me that Timber wasn’t going to try to build the cabin out of scrap from around camp materials. I told her to go talk to him about that beforehand because I was too scared to do it myself.”
>”You were too scared to talk to Timber?”
>”Y-yes. I didn’t want to try and hurt his feelings or tell him his dreams are bad things.”
>”Well what about when you DID talk to him? Was this right after he got back or a little bit after?”
>”A little after. I was so worried about the animals who made their habitat in and around the trees, and I wanted to save them so bad that I wanted to try one last time to talk him out of it. It took me a lot of time before I went to go talk to him.”
>”And what did he say?”
>”He told me that trees fall in the woods all the time, especially when there's storms.”
>”And then you left?”
>”Yes.”
>”And what time was it when you left?”
>”I-I don’t know. It must have been between seven or eight,” Fluttershy squeaks.
>You know there’s no way Fluttershy could have killed him.
>She cares about animal life with all her heart but cared about Timber’s just as much.
>Plus you know she’d never muster up the strength to swing that ax.
>Or the stomach to do it either, it’s Fluttershy.
>She’s too gentle for that kind of stuff, she wouldn’t even be able to do it.
>How is she even a potential suspect?
>”Hello!” Copper Top calls over from the office with a phone in hand.
>”Are they here?” Gloriosa asks.
>”I... got some bad news.”
>”What is it?”
>”The rainwater from last night made the ground very weak and slippery, and long story short there has been a major landslide in the mountains the teams had to drive through to get here. The roads are unusable.”
>”Completely unusable?”
>”I’m afraid so. About 20 something feet of mud and fallen trees. Ain’t no one using that road for a while and there are no other roads anyone can use.”
>”Are you telling me we’re stuck here? And no one else can come to us?”
>Copper Top nods solemnly.
>Now you feel even worse.
>The rule had been made clear that no one is allowed to go anywhere near Timber’s cabin except for Copper Top.
>Gloriosa makes everyone sit in the mess hall again.
>The room is quiet and you feel uneasy looking at any of the other kids in there.
>Lean on the table still feeling pretty terrible.
>Try not to make eye contact with whoever possibly did it.
>You begin to go over it all in your head, and you can tell you’re not the only one thinking about this.
>”Hey Anon,” Fluttershy comes to sit next to you.
“Hi.”
>Sunset is sitting on the other side of you.
>You and her basically started sticking together ever since she cleared your name.
>You did want her to hang out next to you someday, but not like this.
>”I really don’t want to sit alone. I’ve been having a really bad feeling that it could have been... s-someone in here... that did it,” Fluttershy stutters.
>”I got that feeling too,” says Sunset. “I don’t like jumping to conclusions, but it’s not impossible that it’s true.”
>”Well, um, I don’t normally come up to people and just talk to them, but I just want you to know that it wasn’t me.”
“It’s okay, I really don’t think it was you. I’m not going to see you that way.”
>”But that’s just it,” Fluttershy says to you. “I was the last one to talk to Timber, so of course everyone’s going to think I had at least something to do with it.”
“What? That’s nonsense.”
>”Maybe for you, but I’ve been getting some mean looks and I know it’s because I met with Timber last. I don’t want anyone to think i did it.”
>”Well, I don’t think it was you.” Sunset assures. “That’s not at all like you. Don’t worry, Fluttershy, I still have your back.”
>”Thanks, Sunset.”
>”I’ll even help you get your story straight to tell to the police. If that’s allowed, of course,” Sunset offers. “When the whole team of investigator people gets here, whenever that is.”
>”You’d do that?”
>”I know you might have trouble keeping your composure, so it’s really the least I can do.”
“Are you sure that’s allowed?” you ask.
>”Well they’re all letting us talk to each other, aren’t they?” says Sunset. “And Fluttershy obviously isn’t the culprit. It really doesn’t hurt to help her voice her side of the story to the cops.”
>”And they will most definitely ask me first since I saw Timber last.” Fluttershy adds. “That pressure alone makes my mind go blank.”
>”See? That's understandable.”
“I just hope no one gets the wrong idea if they hear us talking like this.”
>”Don’t worry, we’ll just change the topic if anyone walks by.”
>Sunset turns her head to face Fluttershy.
>”Just start from the beginning of yesterday.”
>”O-okay... are you going to do the hand-holding thing where you see my thoughts?”
>”No, because the purpose of this is to get you to tell the story properly to someone who can’t read your mind.”
>”Okay.”
>Fluttershy begins to tell her part of the story.
>...
>The day before.
>Late morning.
>Fluttershy is sitting on a log moping.
>”Heya there, Fluttershy!” waves Applejack.
>She stops.
>”Eh, is somethin’ wrong?”
>Fluttershy doesn’t answers and stares at the grass in front of her.
>”Is the thing with Timber still botherin’ ya?”
>”...Yes.”
>Applejack sighs and sits down next to Fluttershy.
>”Alright look, sugarcube. Ah understand you have some strong feelings about the trees and nature and all that. Ah ain’t sayin' you’re wrong to feel that way.”
>”I know, but Timber still isn’t going to listen to me.”
>”Well he is going into the wild where no one owns any of the trees. It’s really his business whether or not he cuts some down for building purposes.”
>Fluttershy sniffles and tears up.
>”But Ah know what you’re thinkin'. That don’t mean that those squirrels and birds need to lose their home.”
>”It’s just not fair to them,” Fluttershy says. “And Gloriosa and I are the only two who care enough to try and make him change his mind but he doesn’t want to do it.”
>”That’s cause siblings almost never listen to one another in things like this. And you... you didn’t exactly make a convincing argument why he shouldn’t do it.”
>Fluttershy sighs.
>”I know. I’ve never been good at arguing. I could never stand it.”
>Fluttershy thinks about trying to talk to Timber again.
>But she knows she won’t have anything new to say.
>”Well listen, Ah don’t disagree with your cause, even though Ah’ve myself chopped down trees.”
>”That was different. It was in your own yard and there weren’t innocent animals living in it.”
>Applejack smiles. “That’s true, but you know what you did just now?”
>Fluttershy falls silent.
>”You argued a point. And you were right too, it was just a tree in my yard. It’s not the same as a tree in the wild. There weren’t any squirrels or nothin' in that tree, at least not that one.”
>”Well it’s not like Timber’s going to care about the difference between a yard tree and a wild tree. He just wants to gather wood.”
>”That’s where it gets difficult, Flutters. If you truly do believe in somethin’ you gotta really fight for it. Though... ah don’t think that’s your type of thing.”
>”No...”
>”Applejack rethinks things to herself.
>”Ah want to come up with a way to help you, but it really can’t be done without you puttin' your foot down a little and standing up for yourself.”
>”Are you saying... you want me to help you help me?”
>”Something like that. Yeah, I can help you, but it can only work if you help yourself too. You can’t just go on being scared of arguing, Fluttershy.”
>Fluttershy sits with Applejack for some more time until Applejack talks her into talking to Timber again.
>After this agreement, they stand up so Fluttershy can go and find Timber.
>She’s not feeling as bad as she was before, but still has a feeling inside that this is going to end up with Timber still cutting down trees.
>But Applejack keeps edging her on, telling her not to be afraid to voice her opinion more strongly.
>After Fluttershy finds Timber, who’s about to hike out into the woods, she approaches him as Applejack waits from far away.
>”T-Timber?” Fluttershy says.
>”Oh! Fluttershy, how’s it going?”
>”Um... sort of great.”
>Fluttershy twiddles her thumbs.
>”Hey, uh, I’m glad I caught you.” Timber says. “You see, I know that you and I haven’t seen exactly eye to eye on this. I was wondering if... we’re cool.”
>Fluttershy is at a loss for words.
>She didn’t anticipate this.
>”Um... I y-yeah... b-but you see...”
>Her voice trails off.
>”Aw, it’s okay Flutters. You can trust me, the squirrels in these woods are more than just poor little things that won’t find anywhere to go if their tree is gone.”
>”Y-yes, well... when I said that yesterday, I didn’t mean like they couldn’t ever find a new home. It just takes them a little bit of time to make a new home.”
>”They can handle it, trust me. This stuff happens in nature a lot.”
>”What if they have babies in there?”
>”They’ll know how to get their young out if they know something’s wrong, I’m sure.”
>”You’re SURE?” Fluttershy unintentionally raises her voice just a little.
>She covers her mouth.
>”Eep! I’m sorry!”
>”...What?” Timber looks at her, confused.
>”N-nothing!”
>With that, Fluttershy scampers off.
>”Fluttershy, wait! Is everything okay?”
>...
>”Why did you run off like that?” Applejack tells Fluttershy, having seen the whole thing.
>”I’m sorry! I just could't do it. He talked first and I didn’t know what to say and... and...”
>Fluttershy slumps down on her bed.
>”Those poor animals are going to lost their homes and I’m not brave enough to save them!”
>”Fluttershy...” Applejack pats her friend on the back.
>”It’s okay, Applejack. You don’t have to try and get me to be assertive anymore. No point in wasting your time.”
>”Come on now, sugarcube. Ah don’t wanna see you moping around right before we go into the wilderness alone together.”
>Fluttershy stays reluctant for a bit before Applejack decides to go talk to Timber herself.
>”Alright, well ah guess I’ll go talk to him for ya!”
>...
“So you really did have a lot of trouble confronting him.”
>”It’s not my fault. I’ve always been this way. I wish I could change it but I can’t. And because of that, I ended up talking to him again... later and now I was the last person to have seen him.”
>”Well, how did the second conversation go?” Sunset asks, suddenly hesitant.
>Fluttershy starts blushing an awful lot.
>”Um... it w-went basically the same. He said the squirrels would be fine and I agreed to stop worrying.”
>She twirls her hair.
>”Hm...” Sunset ponders. “Maybe I’ll have to ask Applejack how her conversation with Timber went. Just so we know more.”
>Fluttershy nods and backs away. Sunset’s giving her a weird face.
>You’re really confused right now.
“Come on, Anon. Let’s go talk to Applejack again.” Sunset says to you.
>Fluttershy stays behind at the table you were originally sitting at as you follow Sunset.
>Applejack is conveniently on the other side of the room.
>Then again, everyone was told they had to be in here, so...
“Hey, Applejack.” you and Sunset say.
>”Howdy.”
>”Uh, can I ask you something?” Sunset starts.
>”Sure thing.”
>”When you talked to Timber about the thing Fluttershy was having trouble with, what did the two of you say?”
>"Oh, that.”
>”It’s just for information. Maybe we could get a lead on whoever possibly wanted to frame Anon.”
>”Sure but, can’t you already do that thingy where you touch people and see what they’re thinking?”
>”Oh, right.”
>Sunset prompts for Applejack to take her hand and starts looking over what happened in her head.
>...
>The day before.
>Applejack just got finished talking with Fluttershy yet again, and she’s walking around looking for Timber.
>She sees him down by the pier with Flash and Norman.
>Norman looks pretty calm but Flash doesn’t look too happy about something.
>”Heya,” Applejack goes up to them.
>”Hi, Applejack,” Timber says.
>”Uh, I’m not interrupting anything here, am I?”
>Flash crosses his arms.
>”Nah, in fact, Flash and Norman were just on their way to build a campfire,” Timber answers with a barely noticeable grin.
>Norman puts his hand on Flash’s shoulder and they go elsewhere. Applejack can overhear Norman say “just forget it, man.”
>”What’s up?” Timber asks.
>”Ah wanted to talk to you about your whole wood chopping escapade you’re planning on having today.”
>”Ah, really? You or anyone else wanna come with?”
>”Er, not exactly. I feel like I might as well cut to the chase and say this is regarding Fluttershy.”
>Timber deflates. “Oh.”
>”But hey, Ah just wanna let you know that Ah personally have no problem with cuttin' down trees. Heck, Ah do it all the time.”
>”Yeah, I get it. Fluttershy’s the one who... well, you know.”
>”Yep, Ah see we’re on the same page. But Ah’d like to propose an idea.”
>”An idea?”
>”Something that will make us all happy.”
>Applejack starts telling Timber about a plan to use old scrap metal and already used wood to build the haunted house cabin out of.
>Timber seems less on board with it the more Applejack talks about it.
>”So what do ya think?”
>”Eh... I dunno.” Timber says, scratching the back of his head. “It’s a great concept, but I highly doubt we have enough scrap material around here to make a whole building out of. Let alone strong scrap material.”
>He pretty much declines and Applejack accepts the fact that he’s going to do this no matter what.
>”Alright, well, thanks for listenin’ at the very least," she says to Timber as she walks away.
>...
>Sunset lets go of Applejack.
“So what did you see?”
>”Well, Timber pretty much said no to Applejack’s idea,” Sunset says as Applejack nods.
>”Ah saw where he was coming from but it didn’t seem like he was really trying to consider it. Which struck me as odd.”
>”Can I ask you about Flash?” Sunset brings up.
>”What about him?”
>”He looked pretty angry when you walked up to Timber. Do you have an idea why?”
>Applejack shakes her head.
>”Nope. Ah never even thought about it until just now.”
>Sunset looks over to where Flash is sitting.
>Sitting alone, he has his head down.
>Sunset squints at him. “Alrighty, then.”
~~~
(This one is more edited than the others. I tried to strike a balance between keeping it true to the original text and making it readable. Was it worth all the time I spent, though? I dunno.)
>Sometimes, the astronomical differences between one person and another really boggles your mind. Like they shouldn't be able to exist together in one space
>This is the thought that pervades your mind as you stare at one of the prettier girls, if not the prettiest girls in school, Rarity, as she bends over a little and gives you a clear view down her cleavage
>Not as big as Fluttershy's, but wow are they round and perky
>In fact, wherever you look, all you see are prime examples of the female and male body
>And then there's you, with your pot belly, skinny noodle arms, fat thighs, and bad posture resembling that of a mongoloid alien
>Which is how you feel most of the time; you're at the bottom of the barrel in a school surrounded by 10/10's
>"...did you have something to say?"
>You instantly blush and start sweating as you realize you're still glued to Rarity's honk-able funbags, and quickly look up at her
"No, no, I was just lost in thought because... I was in such deep thought concerning this group assignment!"
>Don't give an awkward smi—oh great too late. And you forgot to brush your teeth this morning
>...or you didn't bother to
>Rarity looks at you a bit funny, which is a face you're very familiar with by now
>In fact, you're so overjoyed it's not plain-out disgust that you start to imagine a life together, marrying her, and growing old together
>"You have deep thoughts about corn farming?" Fluttershy cracks a little smile and blushes a little
>You're torn whether to gush over how cute she looks or to feel like crap because you made yourself look like an idiot again
>To be honest, it's such a daily exercise that you feel nothing at all
>And you're not that detached from reality that you believe could ever get a girl like her
>You'd rather not depress yourself desiring the unattainable
>But sweet Principal Celestia in a babydoll would you love to sink right between those huge mammaries and never be found again
"I guess there's just nothing else you know... to think about and uh... I dunno..."
>Oh, real smooth you motherfucker, no wonder all your friends exist on a Chinese cartoon website
>"Well it's nice to know you're taking this seriously, darling. But next time you might want to look at something other than my..."
>The words leave your mouth before you can stop yourself
"Tits!"
>You instantly look like a deer caught in headlights as you realize what you said
>And that you may have used a bit too much volume
>Fluttershy also goes wide-eyed at your little outburst and Rarity frowns, gutting the same ol' knife deep into your heart every other girl does anytime they interact with you
>Which is only exclusively during group assignments
>You don't really approach them and they don't approach you at all
>Not that you'd have any place to even do it, to begin with. You're aware of how inferior you are compared to practically any other guy in the school
>Rarity glances down at her bosom and looks back up at you with a sour tinge
>"...yes, there, other people might misunderstand you rather easily"
>Both her and Flutters are now blushing since you shouting out "tits!" might've drawn a little bit of attention to the group
>As they discuss something together, you try to blend into the background like always you do
>You make notice how cute each of their blushing faces looks like... so attractive and feminine
>Not for fap material, though, I mean your classmates are hot and all but the internet has hardcore pornography.
>Why limply jerk it to some social media picture of them in a swimsuit when you can watch an equally hot girl being strapped to a table and machine-fucked until she pisses herself and passes out from too many orgasms?
>Besides you'd rather use these fond memories of them for other, more romantic kinds of fantasies DAMMIT YOU WANT A GF SO BAD WHY DOES NOBODY LOVE ME I'M A NICE—
>You crack a little smile after drawing a piece of corn with a meme face onto the presentation piece about corn
>While writing "BEHOLD, CORN" under it you're snapped back to reality by Fluttershy's voice and then Rarity's
>"Um... can you hear us Anonymous?"
>"Anonymous, honestly, stop doodling and pay attention"
>Yeah, I already did to your tits
"Y-yeah sorry, I was lost in thought, h-hehe"
>"We were talking we should continue this at my house today after school, is that okay with you?"
"Oh yeah, sure"
>Wait, what, at Rarity's house?
>The rest of the conversation passes in a complete daze as you're completely consumed by the thought of going to a grille's house
>And after not doing anything special, just casually getting properly prepared to go over: cutting and filing your nails, brushing your teeth with an instant-whitening toothpaste, shaving again, washing yourself, even using that male hair conditioner your mom bought, and re-applying deodorant and even some aftershave, you're ready to go
>And after the first step out of your house, you wonder for the rest of the way to her house if you overdid it
>And importantly, if they can notice
>Arriving at her house, you push the doorbell button and wait
>And soon enough, Rarity opens the door
>"Oh"
>Oh?
>"It seems Fluttershy is going to be late, after all. She called me earlier and told me she's having some trouble with her pets and that she might be late. Come on in Anon, I trust you brought over the printouts?"
>You nod
"Yeah"
>You step in, trying your best to not let on how absolutely scared shitless you feel right now because you're going to be alone together with Rarity
>Yet at the same time you feel extremely, extremely lucky
>As she leads you to her room, you notice that her parents are away and how pleasant her house smells
>Maybe it's whatever feminine scents she's giving off as you walk behind her and that ass you've been staring at constantly.
>Oh sweet lord, some guy will fuck, or already has fucked, that thing. Hot damn you're depressed again because it'll never be you
>But damn it looks good
>You continue dancing between feeling sad or happy until you arrive at her room
>After sitting down, a silence falls over the room as the two of you begin working on something you've already forgotten about
>You're too busy wondering if this whole thing was all arranged by her so she could confess her animalistic feelings of raw lust towards you before pushing you to the bed and riding you dry and pronouncing her undying love for you
>That or Flutterboobs is honestly just late
>No, wait
>What if it's Fluttershy whose got feelings for you?
>Honestly, their whole friend group consists of one girl after the other so hot you can't even put it into words, so any one of them would be the best
>Although you do have a few favorites that'd you like to... no, wait, why are you mentally torturing yourself again? Are you some kinda masochist? God, you really hope not
>"Darling?"
>Oh yes, call me darling in bed and spank my ass with a riding cro—
"Uh, yeah, Rarity did you need something?"
>She smiles a bit and it's the most beautiful smile you have ever seen, 10/10 would fall in love with instantly, and oh god, are you sad and deprived of any interaction with the opposite sex to react that way
>"You really do like to be lost in your thoughts a lot don't you?"
>They're my only friends
"I guess... sorry"
>"Kind of like today, when you were staring at—"
"O-oh, I were, I was completely out of it, I didn't even notice them or even anything I was looking at," you say, sweating and red-faced
>"Anonymous, be honest with me. Today's not the first time I've caught you staring at me"
"Uh-huh..."
>That's right, keep a calm face while trying to figure out if the window to her bedroom was too high to jump out from
>"Now, I'm not so dim-witted that I don't what's going on in your head. I'm quite aware how much boys like to sneak a peek but..."
>Why do you feel like crying? No eyes, do not water up! Stop it! There is nothing to cry about in here, why are you feeling like a guy about to be rejected when you haven't even asked the girl out to begin with!
>"I know can't stop you, but at the very least, I'd prefer it if you'd be more subtle about it next time... the way you look at girls... it's quite... it's quite creepy."
>Ah yes, 'creepy'
>You already know that it's what most girls think about you, but it still hurts to hear it in person—
>Wait, did she say...
"A-are you saying that it's okay? To look?"
>She has a stern look on her face that's going straight to the fap folder in your brain
>"Yes, with moderation and some sense of awareness. You look like you're practically drooling most of the time"
>Wow, does your face feel hot right now
"...I'll umm... keep that in mind"
>Your voice sounds a bit weaker than normal and oh great you looked right down at her tits again
>You look back up and find her with an unimpressed look on her face as she sighs
>"Let's just get back to work. Please, Anonymous?"
>Oh wow, you could fall for her right here and now.
>This is the most understanding a female human being has been towards you, especially with such a touchy subject like this
>You rest back and let out a breath you didn't know you were holding
>In the process, your hand ends up sliding under her bed and coming into contact with something
>Probably something of yours that rolled under there when you weren't looking. Good thing you were able to find it before leaving
>So you grab it and pull it out without giving it a second thought
>You hear Rarity gasp in shock as you hold up a floppy huge Bad Dragon dildo, at least twice the size of your own cock and fashioned with a knot.
>Time seems to move in slow motion as you notice it has something caked on it
>Then you look between it and Rarity, who is now reaching for it
>That's when it clicks in your head, "that thing has been inside Rarity"
>Every bad dragon porn video you've seen suddenly gets replaced by a Rarity version where she's doing everything you've seen on the wonderful world of internet porn
>As you get hard, Rarity removes it from your grasp, thus allowing time to resume its normal pace
>Rarity is obviously embarrassed, clutching against it against her chest as it pushes up against her tits oh sweet lord jesus
>"ANON, BEFORE YOU—"
"That's so hot."
>Both of you pause
>That was not supposed to come out
>"Anonymous, did you just—"
>You quickly get up, forgetting all about your obvious tent
"I'm gonna go masturba— HOME! To home, I am going, yeah bye!"
>You don't even notice her eyes glued to your crotch as you quickly escape her house
>But just as you're about to reach the front door, Fluttershy opens it
>So you accidentally grab her boobs, quickly pull your hand back, and let out a shriek.
>You quickly slip past her and start running away, hearing Rarity calling out to you in distance
>But you're on a new high after discovering Rarity's perverted side and getting to grab boobs.
>You make sure to keep in mind how it felt all the way to your room and also during your vigorous fap session with Bad Dragon videos in the background
>Afterwards, you get to feel depressed about girls using toys twice or three times the size of your own cock, losing even more confidence potentially being able to sexually pleasure a woman 
>Not that you had much, to begin with
>And just as you're about to past out from exhaustion you come to the realization that any other guy would probably have stuck around, or even managed to talk themselves into having actual sex with Rarity, and then feel even worse


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We need a green of this.

She's rich but performs sexual favors with the butlers and cooks for free to keep them loyal.

Decided to make something of this.
>Rarity rests on her hammock in the summer hear, at twelve noon. On the back patio of her mansion.
>Wine in one hand and a small fan in the other which she waves at her face to cool off.
>The radio is on so she can listen in on the stock market news; there are a lot of winnings coming her way.
>Another 100,000 dollars, then another 350,000...
>A couple of smaller additions to her stockpile of invested millions.
>She watches her servants do work in the house, cleaning everything up, all that kind of stuff.
>"Yoohoo!" Rarity calls for them.
>Both of the servants come rushing out.
>ButlerAnon and CookAnon. Each of you come out.
>They immediately fix their eyes upon Rarity's light grey bikini that barely hold on to her body.
>Rarity watches them slowly get hard as they ask if there's anything they can help her with.
>The thing is, to please herself, Rarity never got herself any special toys to store anywhere.
>She thinks those are for casuals.
>Instead, she decided to make do with something a little bit more.
>Something in addition to your pay.
>"I'm feeling very hot today." Rarity tells the two of you. "I need you to cool me off."
>She purposely spills a little bit of her wine onto her chest, the top of her bikini becoming soaked and transparent.
>"I also need you to clean the wine off of me."
>Her grin tells you enough about where this is going.
>Both of you hop onto the hammock on either side of your millionaire mistress, on either side of her.
>Rub her shoulders a little, pulling out the sunscreen after about thirty seconds.
>Rarity sighs gratefully as she feels your hands go from gliding around her smooth shoulders to sneaking their way to her cleavage.
>She pulls each of you closer after your fingers slip under both her bikini top and bottom.
>Undoing all of the knots and letting the cloth fall away from her body.
>Rarity's spirally hair brushes against your hands when they rub the back of her neck with a dab of sunscreen on your palms.
>Spread it to her back, her abdomen, her breasts, her hips. Her entire heated body under the Summer Sun.
>Gotta cool her off.
>She tells you that you need to cool off too, and curiously undoes the fronts of your pants.
>Both of you do what she wants and pull your pants down, letting your dicks flick out for her to fondle as you lather her naked body with sunscreen.
>The best part of this is that she still always pays the two of you anyway even after all of this.
>For being her personal fuckbuddies.
>Take turns kissing her, but you don't need to take turns fingering her pussy. Do it at the same time.
>Making her moan with multiple hands stroking her.
>Rarity whispers about how pleased she is.
>She pulls the two of you closer on the very strongly supported hammock.
>ButlerAnon facing Rarity from the front while CookAnon faces her from the back.
>Rarity lets you two lightly slap some more sunscreen onto her and basks in your hands grabbing her bare skin all over, blushing profusely.
>ButlerAnon's hands squeezing her breasts and CookAnon's hands squeezing her ass.
>Rarity swings her hips around with your hands groping her. She strains lovingly.
>Her nude body radiantly glistening in the sun, >Curves moving against your hands, Rarity falls forward.
>Her elbows planted onto the surface of the hammock, her lips unable to resist kissing the tip of the dick in front of her face.
>She slinks her ass back into the dick behind her, now in a complete doggy style position.
>"Well go on." She says to you.
>Rarity's lips wrap around your solid shaft as it slips in. Both front and back.
>Her tongue grazes along the underside of ButlerAnon's dick, and the moisture of her pussy helps CookAnon's dick slip its full length in with ease.
>Both of you can feel how excited she is.
>Penetrating the lady from both ends of her body, spit-roasting her harder more than the sun could ever roast her once you get the thrusting going.
>Rarity knows how to grind herself against your cocks inside of her.
>Lips pressing down onto the skin and shaft every time you go in or out.
>The two of you hold her in place on her hands and knees between you.
>Already starting to sweat partially from the heat. But mostly because of you grinding your meat into Rarity's moist holes.
>Breathe more heavily and feel your hearts begin to race; Rarity takes the two of you with such passion.
>Her hair bounces back and forth with each thrust.
>Grab her swaying breasts and squeeze them some more while plowing her from behind. Her ass jiggles each time you thrust.
>Keep Rarity's hair out of her face at first, before she insistently moves your hand to her body instead.
>She wants her hair to fly everywhere and hang over her face for the rough passion she wants.
>The walls of her mouth and the walls of her pussy stimulate your cocks generously, making each of you get closer to climax together at the same time.
>Her moans only further arouse the two of you; her body shaking and twisting around between your synchronized thrusts.
>Rarity immerses herself into the taste and feel of your dicks, rolling her eyes back as juices begin to leak from her pussy.
>She shivers from intense excitement, heating up even more than she was before you two came out to please her.
>The wine-stained bikini lies to the side of the rocking hammock.
>It's going to have to wait a little bit longer before being picked up.
>Rarity raises her ass a little more as she feels you both begin to succumb to your arousal.
>She lets you push your entire lengths in, releasing streams of cum deep into her womb and down her throat.
>Listen to her swallow it all down before letting out a long groan of satisfaction.
>A groan that says "you two have done well".
>Let your dicks slip out with mixtures of cum and saliva on one member and mixtures of your cum and her cum on the other.
>Rarity turns around and falls to her back like the lady she is, presenting her slippery, glistening front to the sky above.
>A slight stream of cum dripping from her reddened vulva onto the hammock, leaving a dark wet spot.
>She licks the last of the ButlerAnon load from her lips and swallows it like the rest.
>Rarity's majestic hair covers most of her face, but she makes no attempt to brush it out of the way.
>Rather it staying wild for as long as she's on her back between the two men.
>She grabs your hands and makes you lather some more sunscreen onto your palms.
>You go back to grabbing and fondling her naked body. She asks you to wipe away the remaining cum leaking from her pussy with your finger and put your finger to her lips on her mouth.
>Do so without hesitation; Rarity's thirstily juts her tongue onto your thump and pulls it into her mouth.
>Licking everything off before you could hope to pull your thumb back out.
>Both of you are still very erect, and Rarity wouldn't pass up the opportunity for the world.
>"Let's see how many times you can last this time around." She softly gasps with her breasts rising and falling with each excited breath.
>Rarity spreads her legs and welcomes your re-entry.
>She tilts her head back for a second mouthful of meat to feel thrusting against her tongue.
>She couldn't wait to feel the two of her best servants inside of her once again.
>Coating her outside with sunscreen and coating her inside with load after load.
>Each time she makes you cum, Rarity gets a little bit louder with her moans but more exhausted.
>But it's the exhaustion she loves to feel.
>And from no one else but ButlerAnon and CookAnon.
>The hammock surprisingly holds tight to the palm trees, rocking violently to the fun occurring atop.
>All afternoon long.
>The lady uses her servants to pleasure her body on a hot summer afternoon.
>She takes your dicks and takes your loads with a great desire for more each time.
>Hands groping her curves and mounds. Long shafts pushing in and out of her, giving her more cum to intake.
>Rarity's absolute paradise.
>Lying sprawled out between you, using your bodies just as much as you're using her body.
>The time to rest finally comes, and you pour the rest of the wine all over Rarity's body.
>Her body is extremely sleek and coated in all kinds of moisture from the past half hour or so.
>And her temperature has reached something like a fever pitch. So sweltering hot on a Summer's Day.
>The cold wine and a couple of ice cubes makes Rarity shiver. Her smile grows wide as she shuts her eyes.
>It gives her goosebumps, forcing her nipples to become erect.
>Rarity quietly moans again as the feeling of her pleased body finally being cooled.
>Breathing heavily in the afterglow that finally sets in. Her eyes roll back in happiness and she sighs on her back as the cool breeze soothes her.


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>You will never sit by Principal Celestia on the bus to Camp Everfree since it was the only seat open.
>She will never notice that you're little embarrassed by sitting next to her.
>Celestia will never give you a heartwarming smile saying.
>"I promise I don't bite."
>She will never tell you about her time in Camp Everfree.
>You two will never laugh and tell stories back and forth for next four hours.
~~~
Why are psychopaths so hot
fucks sake

>Twilight will never ride you while holding a knife against your throat.
>She will never kiss your forehead afterward.

>You'll never accidentally find out about her 'condition' when going on a date with her
>The trigger is trying to take hold of her hand while walking down the hallway of some shitty theater
>She'll never pin you down against a wall, pressing a small knife against your throat, telling you that 'You shouldn't have done that,'
>You'll never freeze in fear and confusion, wondering how and why does this meek and shy girl is threatening your life
>"We're all alone now,"
"Please don't,"
>Your begging sends a shiver down her back
>"Why shouldn't I?"
>She closes the distance between your faces, your vision now filled with her beautiful, terrorizing eyes, her mouth close enough for you to smell her breath
"I-I'll do anything, please Twilight—"
>"Oh~, that's right, I could do anything to you right now~,"
>Her free hand shoots up and you flinch in fear, readying yourself for the incoming hit, but nothing comes
>And you gasp and open your eyes wide when you feel her palm cupping your cheek, her nails lightly scraping the side of your face on their way up, and when there, she grabs a handful of your scalp
>"I could kill you,"
>You shake your head and whimper some more
>"I could kiss you,"
>You don't have the time to react, her lips are already on yours, her movements pushing the blade further into your skin
>And she breaks the contact and lean back, just an inch
>"Or I could even do this,"
>She lifts her knee and pushes it between yours, parting them, her tender flesh rubbing their way up and up, and up
>Until it finally can't anymore, lifting your balls and pressing against your crotch, the force not enough to hurt but more than enough to send junior the wake-up call, waves of pleasure shooting up your spine and joining the confusion and dread inside of your mind
>"I can do whatever I want to you right now, and nothing could stop me,"
"A-anything but the first option, please,"
>She bites her lip to stifle a moan
>"If you could see your face right now, you're just so cute!"
>And she kisses you once again, this one more eager and lasting longer than the last
>Then she leans forward some more, her lips stopping an inch away from your ear
>"Tell me you'll do anything~,"
>You shiver, you're not sure if it's from the need dripping from her sweet whispering voice, the warm air washing against your sensitive skin or the fear of it all
"I-I-I'll do anything!"
>Her teeth find your ear, biting it harder than you would've liked, and her hips shifts slightly, her thigh pressing deeper into your crotch and pinning your hardening member against it
>You stifle a groan, unsure of how she wants you to react, or if she wants you to react at all
>"You can't believe how wet I am right now~,"
>And her contact break
>She lowers her knee and pushes herself away from you
>But not without giving you one last peck, her hand drifting its way down your scalp and caressing your cheek, before giving your neck a light grope, her nails scratching against your nape
>"I'm going to have so much fun with you,"
>She takes hold of your hand and pulls you away from the wall

I was going to write a family-ish SoL green about living with a psycho wife and having to cope with her, but I got stuck with that shit. I'm way too horny.
~~~
>"Yeah, maybe I'll see you... around.."
>You trail off as the brunette your friend introduced you to earlier saunters off towards the girl the called her over without so much as a goodbye
>You breathe a deep sigh as you spin around and slouch into your bar stool as you lay your jacket across your lap and stare at the drink in front of you
>Gin and Tonic, easy to drink according to Dash who crept away to "freshen up" while you talked to...
"Fleetwood? Fastfeet...? Ah shit."
>As the realization you really don't care strikes you, you slide your hand down your face and slap it to the bar, pushing off and jumping to your feet
>You roll your shoulders and look over the heads of the many familiar students in or around your grade
>Spotting a patch of gay pride zipping between acquaintances, you pluck the straw out of your face and toss it down
>Sweet, pine-needle burn being put aside, you slide your jacket over your shoulders and grab the arm of your now obviously more buzzed than your friend and take a wide sidestep to the less crowded corner near the door
>Dash bumps into your chest before she sways back and pouts up at you, almost pulling a grin out off your disappointed grimace
>She steps back, propping her fists on her cocked hips and raising her eyebrows
>You've done this twice this week already, she doesn't even need to ask
"Hey don't give me that, I already told you this isn't game time Dash!"
>"Anon!" 
>She laughs shoving you in the shoulders
>"We both agreed, you're in a rut dude! Look, that was one of the like, ten girls from my program. Look, there's Fleetfoot right now!"
"Dash!" 
>You grip her arms as she tries to wave to her friend
"Dash, come for a smoke. Could I just, like, talk to you?"
>Dash adopts a more serious face as she quickly nods
>"Y-Yeah Anon, lets just... step out, for a sec. Okay. Yeah."
>As you walk down the worn concrete steps of the downtown building into the lit porch outside you pull a smoke out of your jacket pocket and light it as you hit the sidewalk
>You earn a scowl from Dash as she tosses her hands in her letterman
>"Blow it that way, would 'jya? Now.."
>She looks forward, breaking eye contact and gazing across the neon lights blazing down the stretching street
>"I got this funny feeling you're not really trying there, dude. What's goin' on? We've talked about 'Tavia, what's the deal?"
>You actually felt a little jolt at her name
>C'mon man, you're not like this!
>You and Dash are fucking Tom Cruise-level wingmen and have been since before school
>After reconnecting over this first semester you've gotten to be much better friends, and with your mutual habit of... social experimentation, you kind of clicked after your first real bash together
>Not that you don't have a few more close friends, Dash just fills a very niche friendship
>That's why being closed off with her really sucks, but that's just the issue
"I know, its... weird. And fucky. I don't get it"
>You stop at a crosswalk and take a drag before continuing
"Octavia was a little more serious, yes, but I really thought that this might have been the solution!"
>"Right! so let's roll back and get a handful of Fleetfoot's a—"
>You interrupt her with a long low grown
>You feel yourself getting more frustrated as you run a hand through your hair
"That's just it, I'm not enjoying this stupid club and this stupid music, I'm not—"
>"Happy?"
>You pause... you're frozen
>"I know the feeling Anon. Look, maybe you're right, this bar won't make you happy, but neither will being a mopey doofus!"
>Is this supposed to be uplifting?
>Dash tries to grab your collar but she looks kind of funny standing on her toes
>"I know you well Anon, how longs it been since you got a lil', eh?"
>Dash drops back and gives you her signature angry coach face
>" I mean you mentioned Tavi wasn't the... warmest when it came to all that biz, but you were with her for like, 4 months!"
"Jesus, Dash chill," you say as a group of guys from your morning class stumble by and wave to you
>You smile and wave back while speaking
"I'm literally in the middle of the Sahara desert. But that's not the problem! I just... I'm over her Dash, I am."
>At that she scoffs at you. but her gaze softens, as does yours
"But I can just tell there's something holding me back, I just gotta figure out what that is!"
>Dash goes to answer but gets cut off by a noise from your phone
>Much to her annoyance, you read it
"Hold that thought speed racer, Twilight's tryna burn down the house"
>"She what!?" Dash yells, drawing the eyes of a few patrons of the bar you now circled around to
>You start jogging backward and yell
"Burnt computer, panicked nerd, gotta go!"
>Dash watches you dodge people as you jog back towards your and Twilight's apartment
>"Oh, what dorky egghead could possibly be keeping me from falling for another princess..." Dash mumbles in a poor attempt at your voice as she giggles to herself before spotting her buds crushing Jägerbombs at the bar
>"What the fuck is uuuuuup!"


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>You are Anon, son of the Biker Queen Celestia.
>You never got into the whole biker gang thing and wanted a normal life like all the other kids.
>You just want to go to school, get a decent job, and have some friends.
>At first your mom thought it was just a phase and you would grow out of it.
>But when she realized you didn't want the biker life she eventually caved and let you go to a regular school a town over where no one knew you or your family.
>It was great, no one judged you based on your mother's lifestyle or past.
>A cute girl with red and yellow hair has even shown interest in you.
>It lasted only a few days though.
>Everyone at school was called in for an assembly and was surprised to find out the principal suddenly retired.
>You, however, were more surprised by the replacement.
>Your mother walked out in a business suit and looked incredibly professional.
>You've never seen her like this, and no one seemed to notice she was anything but a prim and proper upstanding citizen.
>You know she had to use some connection or threat to get the old principal to leave and that she was picked to be the new principal despite having no prior school experience.
>Also, your aunt came out dressed similarly and she's the new vice-principal, is that even a thing?
>When you get home, your mom gets into her normal clothes and explains how she appreciates you wanting a normal life but needs to make sure you're safe.
>So her gang took over the school and is now a good part of the staff.
>The doorbell rings and you open it to find the cute girl with the red and yellow hair dressed similarly to your mom.
>"You've already met Sunset. She's from a neighboring chapter and will be your protection while at school and also after. She will take care of you."
>Sunset winks at you.
>"Real good care of you."
>All you wanted was a normal teenage life.


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>"You want to come reading on the bed with me, Anon?"
>You look over at Twilight.
>She drops her robe as soon as your eyes meet hers.
>She has on some white lingerie, and the revealing kind.
>Your eyes are stuck on her hips and her cleavage.
>She smiles as you look.
>"Come to the bed, honey."
"Wh-what are we reading?"
>"Just this."
>Twilight holds up a book you already recognize as an erotic novel.
>Gee where could this be going?
>"I'm having trouble with a decision."
"And what's that?"
>"Depending on how I want to use this, would this be called a bedtime story or an instruction manual?"
>Her eyes go down to the boner in your shorts.
>You get onto the bed.
"Maybe it can be both."
>Twilight giggles and gives you a kiss on the cheek.
>Moves it to a kiss on the lips.
>You lay down together.
>Eyes are meeting and you lock your legs together as Twilight opens the book.
>You push your junk onto her waist.
>"Chapter 1. It was a warm but lonely night. And the headmaster needed someone to keep him company..."
>Twilight holds the book close to her chest so your eyes don't have to dart back and forth as far.
>If this is like the other nights, then Twi's going to do all of the reading.
>She always did. Even insisted that she did.
>"It was a little past nine at night, and the headmaster got home after a long day."
>Run your hand along Twilight's thigh.
>"He sat in his chair with a long sigh, and long equipment in his pants. The headmistress of the mansion heard his sigh. A call to love."
>With this, Twilight scoots closer and gets ready to start reading the more fun parts straight into your ear.
>As she'd be about to do other things.
>"The headmistress of the mansion sat down with the headmaster and began to caress his shoulder gently."
>Twilight does what the book describes.
>Reading on.
>"The headmaster was taken away, allured by her advances. And welcomes them himself."
>You unzip the front of your pants.
>Letting Twilight dive her hand in and fish out your erect dick.
>You feel it stand up all the way after Twilight's hand grabs your shaft.
>She begins to stroke your length.
>"Mouth watering, the headmistress reached under the headmaster's clothes."
>Twilight gives you a kiss.
>You turn bright red from the arousal.
>Clenching your ass cheeks when Twilight kisses down your neck.
>Undoing your bow tie.
>Massaging your chest through your shirt.
>Damn this feels good.
>You smile and kiss Twilight a couple more times before she gets on top of you with the book still in her hand.
>"The chair became a bed. And the headmaster and the headmistress became enamored."
>Twilight sighs and gives you a french kiss as you pull her panties off her ass.
>"Their clothes just seemed to fall off of them with how into each other they were."
"Oh really now..."
>"Headmaster Anon closed his eyes and threw his head back as his mistress's tongue ran up and down his neck."
>You repeat what the book describes.
>Twilight's tongue zips up the side of your neck, getting you to flinch in pleasure a little.
>She stops at your ear with the book on the other side of your face.
>"They embraced."
>Twilight's panties fall to her knees, and her top falls to her waist.
>You feel her tits squish up against your chest as she mounts on top of you.
>"The headmaster found himself in the presence of eager advances smelling of cherries and lip gloss."
~~~
>"You're welcome, Sunset."
>Sunset Shimmer stared at her hand, wondering if it was real.
>Or rather, what she just saw was real...
>"Wha-what?" She snapped out of her daze, staring straight at Appplejack.
>"You're welcome... partner." the cowgirl replied while uncrossing her arm and tipping her hat to Sunset with her usual smile.
>"I... what... for what?" Sunset was still a bit jittery.
>What did she just see? She touched Applejack, yes, put her hand on her arm to grab her attention because she wanted to tell her something and then saw images. Scenes.
>Memories. Those were memories. 
>Of Applejack and Flash...
>"Shucks," AJ smiled, "for fixing your mess girl." and walked down the corridor, leaving Sunset too confused to follow her for a follow-up.
>...
>Two weeks.
>It was two weeks since Applejack and Flash Sentry came to school together and holding hands to your surprise.
>Applejack was quick to announce they were going out now. The other girls were a bit surprised, perhaps worried about how Equestrian Twilight will feel, but still congratulated them. Flash, he...
>He didn't deny it. But that was it. 
>Whenever Applejack spoke he froze and was quiet, never interrupting her. Always listening to her instructions.
>Applejack became somewhat territorial, always putting herself between him and other girls and really pushing her body against his to show everyone who he belonged to.
>Not that she had to. Flash slowly stopped interacting with other girls besides you and Applejack's other friend.
>It's not that he was a sleaze, he was always a nice guy and a gentleman but now he wouldn't even playfully flirt with anyone, something he did even when dating you.
>Where he used to hang out with all kind of girls around the school in the past, especially Derpy, Bon-Bon and Lyra, now he never stayed with them alone.
>You knew that he was going to her farm for some time now, but you thought that he was hanging out with Big Mac or helping them with the harvest to earn some cash.
>You didn't think that he was going there for her.
>You rush down the corridor, empty as the classes have ended and only some of the clubs had their members stay for meetings.
>After a few minutes you catch up to Applejack and see her go into one of the bathrooms.
"Applejack!" you exclaim as you slam your shoulder on the doors to get in 
>Inside, you see Applejack standing in the doors of one of the stands, looking in before she turns to you with a surprised look on her face, but it quickly changes into her usual pleasant smile
>"What's up gal?" she replied, closing the door and approaching you
"What did you mean by 'my mess' earlier?" you approach her as well and you meet in the middle of the room near the sinks
>"Hmm? Oh, you know..." she smirks "I'm helping Flash become a real boy again."
"Wha—?"
>"Face it, partner, you left him a shell of a man. He used to be strong and independent but you manipulated him, broke him and then dumped him. Boys should be strong and resilient but after you, all he could do is mop after any girl that showed him attention. Well, I know that you aren't like that anymore and you're my friend so I'm helping him... recover." 
>There was something wrong with her.
>And with the things that you saw in her mind.
>But you didn't straight at this moment, you were both angry and sad because of what your friend said.
"How dare— Do you even listen to yourself, AJ?! How could you say something like that to me? Flash was fine before he started going out with YOU!"
>Her eyes narrowed and she moved in closer, grabbing your arm.
>"Now listen here Sunset," she squeezed your arm, perhaps harder than even she though she could. You struggled, trying to get her to go but her hand wouldn't budge.
>"Oh?" whatever she wanted to say before didn't matter now, the flash of anger that showed up on her face was replaced by a smirk. 
>A smirk that froze you in place, fear making your heart double its beats.
>"You're such a... girl," she said as she grabbed your other arm and started to push down, trying to make you go on your knees.
"Wha-what?" You could only stutter as any effort you put in fighting back was easily overwhelmed by her.
>"You city-girls think that everyone is equal, that you can do anything that boys can." she now towered over you, with her hands pushing my arms down, forcing you on your knees while she smiled and just looked up as if reminiscing "But gal, I grew up at a farm. I know how much weaker us girls can be, at least physically. I still could outrun Big Mac, and he's such a wimp around blood." she giggled.
>And then she looked back at you at the glare she was now giving you was even scarier than that smirk earlier.
>"But strength? I could beat up most of the girls in school even before this, but couldn't win an arm wrestling contest against but the wimpiest boys. You don't know how it feels to watch you work just as hard as do so much more on the farm, you feel so humiliated!"
>What in the world was she going on about?!
>"But now, now I'm the 'boy' here. And boys need to be strong. That's what granny always told me, if a boy sees a girl go astray it's his duty to be a real like gentleman and help her go straight again. So, I am helping Flash get over you and Twilight and stop being such a wimpy... 'girl'. I will make him a REAL man again" 
>With that Applejack smiled and made a proud "humph" noise as if she just explained to you how she's going to make the world better. 
>What the hell is going on with her? Did she go crazy? Sudden compensation for deeply hidden inferiority complex? Was she always thinking these things or... 
>The magic. Did it really have some weird side effects? 
"Applejack, you're not yourself."
>"What?" she sighs in disbelief. "Sunset, can't you handle some honest opinions? I'm just trying to help." She smirked again and pulled her face closer to yours, squeezing your arms 
"Applejack, stop, you're hurting me! The magic, it's doing something to you, can't you feel it?"
>"I can feel that you are acting like a little bitch." her voice grew colder, but she was taken aback for a moment. "See what you made me say? Tarnation, you make me so angry I will need to wash my mouth with soap. Perhaps I should start fixing you as well."
>Your mind was flooded with images again, reading Applejack's surface thoughts and seeing how she... pinned Flash, over and over again, each time breaking him in more, molding him to be a perfect toy for her.
>And now new images flashed before your eyes, you saw Applejack using Flash as some sort of chair as if he was only an item and...
>You? You kissing Applejack's feet. Her cute little toes, savoring the taste of your— No these weren't memories!
>This was what Applejack was planning, her thoughts now invading your mind rather than just being read.
>You didn't want this, you didn't even swing that way. 
>Or did you? You could be with Flash again, and with your frien—NO!
>No? NO!
>You didn't know what was happening...
>Did the magic not only amplify Applejack's physical, but also mental strength to an absurd level? Was she overwriting your thoughts?
>Is this what going crazy feels like? 
>You were finally able to sever the connection between you, but you feel exhausted. 
>Dizzy, disoriented.
>...What was going on again?
>"Shimmer, sugarcube, don't worry. I will fix you. Teach you the Apple family values" you heard Applejack, your friend, talking to you with a reassuring voice.
>She picked you up from the ground, and let you to one of the stalls.
>She was your friend, so you let her lead you, you knew you could trust her.
>You saw her smile to you as she opened one of the stalls and looked inside.
>"Right... Flash?"
~~~
>You find Maud on her bed one night.
>She's facing away from you looking out the window.
>"Anon, I need you to do something for me."
"What?"
>"I need you to tie me to my bed for the night. To make sure I can't get up and move."
"What, why?"
>"Because of reasons."
>Is there something she's not telling you?
>She lays down
>Some rope is next to her.
>You go to the bed and she gives you a dead-serious expression.
>She really wants to do this.
>OfuckingKay.jpg
>Tie her body up.
>Your hand accidentally brushes against her tit.
>You're sweating bullets.
>Maud does nothing about it.
>What.
>Do it again half on purpose now.
>No reaction. Blank face.
>Does she want this or not? You honestly can't tell.
>She's not at all reacting to any of this.
>Just waiting for you to be done tying her up so she can sleep.
>Weird.
>"Tighter."
"What?"
>You have the rope around her arms and torso; her arms themselves looks so suppressed.
"What do you need to be tied up for if you want the ropes to be this tight?"
>Maud pauses.
>"It's complicated. All I can say is that it involves my ability to sleep in my bed."
>You're starting to get creeped out by this.
>The way she calmly said that dire sentence. As if it's no big deal.
>It's clearly a big deal if she NEEDS to be tied up.
"Why is it complicated."
>"I'm afraid that's all I can tell you."
>You shrug and continue tying her up. But that doesn't stop you from commenting a time or two.
"This is weird."
>"Yeah. I know." Maud replies. "Sometimes, things are weird."
>You let out a sigh and make sure all of the knots are perfectly sealed.
>Really starting to feel bad about this.
>Maud is literally completely restrained right now.
>You're not sure why, but it feels pretty damn odd to you. And not in a good way.
"Welp, there you go."
>"Alright."
"You sure you can't tell me the details of why you wanted to be tied up?"
>"Not really."
>Her voice is monotone but breathy.
>You start to the door.
>"Oh, and one more thing."
"Hmm?"
>You turn around.
>"Can you untie me in the morning?"
>Wow, you didn't even think of that. And you honestly should have.
"Uh sure. But it's a long drive between my place and here. So uh... well when do you usually wake up anyway?"
>"Around 8."
"Well, then I can't get here until like 9. But how are you going to let me know once you get up anyway?"
>Maud pauses again.
>"Oh. I didn't think of that."
"Do you want me to just untie you now? This really doesn't seem necessary."
>"Trust me. It's absolutely necessary."
"But why, though? I don't think I can stay here all night."
>"You can't?"
"No, not really. I have things to do."
>You expect Maud to come up with another reason to be tied up.
>But she doesn't say anything else.
>Still a blank face, but you can sense her confusion.
"But who's gonna get you in the morning?" You suddenly ask.
>Maud pauses again and thinks to herself.
>"Oh. I guess your right."
>She looks down to the ropes.
>"You want to untie me now, I guess?"
"Alright."
>Maud sighs after you untie her.
>Stands up.
"You need me to do anything else?"
>"...Not really, I guess."
"But why did you want to go through all of the trouble of being tied up and all. You can tell me, I won't tell anyone."
>"It's nothing important. Promise."
"'Mmmkay"
>You wave goodbye for the day and head off into the evening.
>Confused as hell about what just happened.
>You want to know what it was so bad.
>But you can't really do anything about it now that you're home and she's still at her place.
>...
>You don't see Maud again until lunchtime three days later.
>She's sitting alone at a table.
>Looking tired.
>You automatically think it's because she didn't get any sleep last night.
>The ropes come back to mind.
"Hey."
>"Oh. Anon. Hey."
"How're things?"
>You already walked up to her.
>She can tell that you're too curious to be just saying hello.
>Maud sighs.
>"I've been, doing okay. During the day." She says.
>That would have been the end and you walk away until she says something else.
>"Can I admit something?"
>You turn around and not walk away.
"Is it about—"
>"Yes. It's about the ropes." Maud pulls out a chair. "Come sit with me."
~~~
>Maud goes to excavation.
>Finds ancient coffin in a deep, dark cave.
>Matchstick of a corpse inside.
>One archaeologist goes to get a better look at it.
>It somehow takes a deep breath when he gets close.
>Everybody shitless, panicking, even Maud.
>Before anyone knows what the fuck is going on two people are already dead.
>Maud, being a badass, tries to fight it but gets knocked out.
>When she wakes up everybody is dead.
>The thing is seemingly gone.
>She asks herself why she is still alive.
>Why did it let her live?
>Sees a man sitting on the floor.
>He's only wearing a pair of old bloody pants.
>The same as the monster had on.
>"Good afternoon madam, my name is Anonymous, nice to meet you."
~~~
>Moondancer shrugged a few times, settling her sweater around her shoulders one last time.
>She looked down, her cheeks reddening slightly at the thin, clinging material that her public would soon be exposed to.
>She liked her body, even if a few extra pounds could go die in a fire.
>It wasn't her first stream, and she'd become comfortable with the fact that there seemed to be plenty of generous people out there that were appreciative of it as well.
>Her fingers rubbed the paperback between her hands tentatively.
>It was a new series, and regardless of her earlier successes, she was still nervous.
"Will they like it?"
>Moondancer swiped a hand down her face slowly.
>She wasn't worried so much about her choice of fiction.
>She was going further than she'd ever gone before.
>Moondancer really felt no qualms about it, but she'd witnessed the backlash in the past.
>"Slut!"
>"Go back to Motherless you wannabe skank!"
>"I think I know this hooker..."
>Squeezing her eyes shut and breathing deeply for a few seconds, she glanced at the corner of her monitor with some trepidation.
>'5:25... Five more minutes to showtime...'
>She popped up the necessary windows, settled back into her chair and signed in.
>A small smile graced her features as a few messages popped up.
>"New content, woo! Can't wait for your stream tonight NiteDance!"
>"Hey honey, lull me to sleep tonight again ;-)"
>Moondancer rolled her eyes. She had fans, she supposed.
>Although it was a means to an end, she couldn't deny that she found a bit of gratification in her online activities.
>No one had put out her identity yet, even if a fan or two had proven to her that they knew exactly who she was.
>The idea didn't scare her, and it might even titillate her if she was being honest with herself.
"Even if I do the same as usual, that quantum theory book is as good as mine. Maybe I can even scrounge enough tips to afford that nonlinear partial differential equations primer..."
>Moondancer shivered in anticipation, stroking the book in her lap absently as she adjusted her camera and checked the angle on her left monitor.
"Looks good..."
>Hitting a few keys, she queued up the second camera and checked it as well.
>A blush suffused her cheeks as the image came up, and she reached out, hesitating slightly before adjusting it firmly.
>'I decided to do this, no backing out now...' Moondancer thought, nodding her head slightly before reaching out to her headset and settling it on.
>She glanced over to her right monitor, the public chat and private moderator channel displayed, and smiled as she saw both mods log in.
"Punctual as always..."
>She greeted them, thanked them for their help as always, then skimmed over the public channel.
>She PM'd a couple of her regulars, thanking them for their continued support, and moused over the broadcast button.
>Taking a deep breath, she put on a smile and clicked.
>She giggled slightly as the public chat erupted with 'Woooo!' and 'It's time!'
"Hi everyone! NiteDance here for another installment of high adventure! We finished Raymond E. Feist's iconic first series in the Krondor setting last week, and I know you've been itching to find out where we're off to next!"
>Moondancer smiled, glancing at the chat again as her fans welcomed her back. A flicker of a comment disappearing caught her notice, and she sighed.
>'User SlashNite was banned for: Indefinitely' popped up on her notifications, and she internally thanked her mods again. 
>They were good enough that she rarely even saw the things some people decided they needed to spew out like so much toxic waste.
"Well, after the many, MANY suggestions, and my own personal inclinations, I'd like to thank StarBeer'd for their vote. That's right, we're delving into David Weber's Champions series, starting with this one right here, Oath of Swords!"
>With a smile, Moondancer displayed the book she'd been clutching to her chest.
>She blinked as the familiar ding of received tips went off in her headset, and absently wondered if it was for her choice in literature, or the fact that her viewers now had an unimpeded view of her chest.
>'Either one is fine, I suppose.' She thought, checking her notifications and thanking the tippers with a smile.
>She didn't get so many that she couldn't keep it as personal as possible, but she had to maintain a certain perfunctoriness.
"So, as you all know, StarBeer'd won a special prize as the one that picked out our latest read, so stick around after the stream for that, Mr. Lucky!"
>She gave the camera a wink and a grin, glancing over at the chat to see some goodhearted riffing and a big smile Emoji from the winner.
"So, without further ado, let's get started. This is a first time read for me, so no spoilers, okay?"
>The chat once again exploded and Moondancer settled back with a smile, cracking the book open for the first time.
>Half an hour later, She was still entranced. Leaning to the side and snagging her mug, she took a deep draft.
>Reading out loud was thirsty work, and she was already starting to feel the wear on her voice and her energy.
>'It's just a two-hour stream, but it always feels like I'm sitting here for ten instead.' Mondancer thought ruefully.
>Thankfully, She was actually quite enjoying the new book, even if a few scenes had made her a little uncomfortable.
"Well, this seems like a good place to take a small break. I'll be back in a minute or two and we can resume our journey through David's imagination."
>Moondancer waved cutely, a move she'd practiced many a time in the mirror, and cut the audio and visual.
>She usually took two or three breaks during a stream to refill her drink or grab a snack, but this time she simply sat in her chair.
>Seconds ticked by as she rubbed her cheeks, building up her courage.
"I'm fine with this, it's my choice. It's a good strategy, and I should use every weapon in my arsenal..."
>Hitting a few familiar keys, she switched the video feed to the second camera.
>With a firm nod, she cut the audio and visual back in.
>While the first camera gave a view of her from the waist up, the second had a more... Southern exposure.
>She waved nonchalantly and picked up the book again, watching the chat out of the corner of her eye.
>She'd warned her mods that she was doing this, and they'd been reluctant at first.
>Eventually she'd convinced them it was what she wanted to do, and they'd decided to stay on.
>It was her stream, after all.
>For a few seconds, the chat seemed paralyzed.
>Then the floodgates opened.
>'Woah mama!' 
>'S-stripes...' 
>'Recording this!'
>Moondancer rubbed the back of her neck, giving a timid grin to the new camera.
"I see you noticed my wardrobe change. Well, it's actually not one at all."
>She smiled again and crossed her legs slowly.
"Honestly, this is how I'm always dressed when I stream, and I didn't see any point in keeping that from all of you."
>She tried to keep up her calm demeanor, but the constant dinging in her ear was pretty distracting.
>Her eye wandered to her notifications and the steady stream of tips, smattered with the occasional ban as her mods worked harder than they probably ever had to keep her chat clean.
"From the number of people I'm going to have to thank, I'm guessing you're all glad I shared this with you."
>Moondancer let out a sincere giggle. She might have a persona to keep up, but the tips she was accruing were making her legitimately giddy.
>She spent the next couple minutes doing just that, letting the happy banter with her fans help her relax and forget about her slightly compromising situation.
"Well, let's get back to the reason we're all here, shall we? Sharing a good story!"
>Moondancer delved back into the book with gusto, letting the words sweep her away.


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>Minuette will never ride you in her dentistry office.

>You will never job shadow Dr. Minuette for your class during senior year.
>It was actually a last-minute choice because you forgot about the project.
>She is excited because you're the only student that actually signed up to shadow her.
>Dr. Minuette likes them young.


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>Be Anon.
>Second top-performing student at Crystal Prep.
>Nerdy geek guy. Often laughed at behind your back.
>Have a hard time getting yourself to talk to people more attractive than you.
>Fuck the cool kids anyway, they're not cool to you.
>You hang with the book club and computer wizzes a lot.
>They're actually nice to you.
>New semester starts.
>Some students switch classes around a lot.
>Your math class gets a new girl.
>"Class, this is Abacus." Teacher announces.
>There aren't any jocks or anything to make fun at her name.
>They never reach this high level in math until senior year.
>She waves.
>God those glasses are cute.
>You felt funny around her ever since she sits next to you.
>Abacus started talking with you right away.
>"I'm Abacus Cinch. The top-performing student in school. What's your name?"
"Anon. Mouse. Anon Y. Mouse."
>"So you're the one who almost beat me."
>She gives you a cute but tough look.
~~~
>Zombies are running up the stairs, and Anon is carrying Sweetie Belle while Rarity is behind him.
>Rarity trips.
>"Anon, please save Sweetie and get out of here!"
>Zombies are coming up fast. Think, Anon, think.
>He throws Sweetie Belle down the stairs, and the corpses begin to swarm her.
>He kicks Rarity down to give himself time to run.


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>Walking down the halls with Lyra as she holds your hand and leans your arm
>Everything is fine and dandy till some chick walks by and waves "hi" at you
>Wave back but stop mid-process as you feel the force of a thousand Icelandic strongmen squeeze the life out of your hand
>Every fiber in your body is screaming at you to run, but no, you love her. You gotta be strong
>Lyra looks like she's ready to slit her throat open
>Chick looks nervous and kinda power walks out of there
>You've learned from experience to keep quiet, lest you tempt her fury
>Finally reach her class, she gives you a kiss and walks into class as if nothing happened
>Hand is pulsating for the rest of the day
~~~
>”Well Anon, it seems like your after-school tutoring has worked out in the long run,” Sunset says.
>Sunset steps up from the table with a puffed out chest and a big, dorky smile. 
>”I’m really proud of ya!” Sunset exclaims.
>You, on the other hand, aren’t so cheerful. 
>You sit in front of Sunset, playing with your pencil, with a bored expression. 
“Greeeeeeeat, can I go now?” you ask impatiently.
>”Just hold on one second, I have to go use the bathroom and then we'll be off, I'd like for us to walk together.”
>She’s always so hard to deal with.
>Sunset walks out of the library, leaving you with your thoughts.
>You lean back in the solid wooden chair, looking up at the ceiling. 
>Minutes drag by...
>You let out a huff of air. 
“OH MY GOD! HURRY UP ALREADY!” you shout, slamming your hands on the table. 
>You accidentally send some papers flying.
>You look at the papers floating down to the floor, where they gently land.
>On the table are books, papers, and your binder. 
>From across it can see Sunset's bag hanging off the chair. 
>It’s a big-ass bag too. 
>With an overly large brown looking book poking out the top. 
>If that was a textbook, it would be one you haven’t seen in any class. 
>Wait...
>That must be that book that has magic powers and all that bullshit.
>Doesn’t she write to someone from a faraway land in this thing.
>...
>...
>Maybe just... one little look wouldn’t hurt. 
>Right?
>You check the door for anyone, specifically Sunset.
>When you’re convinced there’s no one's coming, you quickly spring across the table and grab the book.
>Jesus, this thing is kind of big.
>You set the book in front of you, checking out its cover and sun emblem. 
>Is this like her logo or something?
>Whatever.
>You open the book. 
>Sunset's cursive handwriting is so neat and clean.
>She even puts little hearts on top of her I’s.
>Well, if someone had a hard time deciding if this was either a girl or a boy's book, then that would tell you.
>The book was opened in the middle to an entry from a month ago.

Dear Princess Twilight,
Today I and this world’s Rainbow Dash helped Principal Celestia with after-school tutoring w—

>Ok, this got boring real quick. 
>You flip through the book some more and it seems this princess actually responds to Sunset.
>Wait.
>You have an idea.
>A devious idea. 
>You were just going to test out if this book is actually magical or not. 
>You grab a pencil and flip to the nearest empty page. 
>You mimic Sunset's handwriting as best as you could. 
>But two words were all you need.

Dear Princess Twittle Spurkle,
S E N D  N U D E S


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>"Hey ya, Rarity!"
>You yelp as Anon's hand reaches under your skirt once again
>He tightly grips your pubic mound while pressing you against the wall, preventing your escape
>You coil into yourself and shudder
"Please...stop..."
>He presses his middle finger against your panties and rubs it back and forth
>Your eyes shut themselves tight, and you try to think about something else, anything else
>It ultimately proves to be too much, and your body betrays you
>As soon as he feels the moisture, he removes his hand from between your legs and walks away
>"See you in class! If you need to copy the homework that you missed when you were absent last week, just let me know!"
>You don't move
>Your whole body is shaking and burning with humiliation
>And as always, everyone else in the hall has completely ignored your distress
>Suddenly, Rainbow Dash runs up to your side, causing you to jump
>"Hey, Rarity! Where were you last week?"
>You wipe the tears out of the corners of your eyes and whisper harshly to her
"I'm sorry if I wanted a break from Anon's sexual assault."
>She rolls her eyes
>"C' mon, you know Anon's Canadian or whatever. That's just, like, how he greets people where he's from."
"Then why does he only do it to me!"
>She shrugs
>"I dunno. Maybe it's a compliment or something? Canadians are weird."
>You groan in frustration and slam your locker.
~~~
>After letting out a groan, your eyes slowly open up and you look up at the flickering fluorescent light overhead.
>You attempt to sit up, but you feel a digging sensation keeping you from moving.
>Craning your neck down, you take a look down and observe your body. and limbs heavily fastened to a bed of sorts.
>But there are no pillows, it's just a mattress.
>Your head throbs as you recall drinking way too much at the party last night and passing out.
>You think you passed out in the bathtub but this isn't the bathtub, nope, not one bit.
>Taking a look around the barely lit room, you try to find anywhere to escape from, finally landing the sole door leading out of this cage.
>Also, you finally realize what should be pretty important.
>You are naked. Someone's actually taken all your clothes off.
>You struggle some more against the ropes.
>As they dig into your skin, you realize that there's no escape.
>At least for now anyway.
>Taking a deep breath, your ears pick of the sign of muffled talk coming from behind the door.
>Your eyes drift over to the door, watching the doorknob slowly turn and the door open.
>You gulp as you see who was on the other side of the door.
>It's those Canterlot High girls.
>From the look of the sweat staining their shirts and glistening down their bodies, they must've had quite a workout.
>Maybe you should pass out in a bathtub more often.
>The seven of them are seeming to whisper to each other, going over who will go first.
>It's going to be a long night.
>Taking a look over at the girls. you speak up.
"What are you doing? Is this a kidnapping? I want to go home. I don't have the time for this. If you all wanted to see me, you..."
>The cyan girl goes up to you, and presses a sweaty finger to your mouth, stopping you mid-sentence as you look up at her.
>"Give it a rest. You know why you're tied up, just try to enjoy it," she grins, "Anon."
>You gulp as you look up at her slowly begin to undress.
>She takes her soaked skirt off, dropping it on the floor.
>She pulls her shirt up, slowly revealing more of her form.
>Her rainbow hair drips sweat down on your body as you shudder from the sensation.
>She grins, climbing up on top of you and giving you a full view up at her bra and panties.
>Her entire body was lined with sweat.
>She had been one of the more sweaty ones, her body dripping sweat on yours as she leans over your face and runs a finger through your hair, coating it in sweat as she smirks.
>"You should feel lucky, not many guys in the world have been given this opportunity before."
>You open your mouth to protest, but she brings a sweaty hand down to cover your mouth.
>She reaches a hand back to tease your erect length.
>"'Course, we had to decide an order beforehand, and guess who won."
>You moan into her hand as you feel her rub drenched panties up and down against your neck while her perky nipples drip sweat onto your face.
>You continue to moan until she finally moves it off your face.
>You can taste the sweat from her hand now running down your tongue as she gives a wide grin, still lightly rubbing your length with two fingers.
>She slides her wet panties down your body, leaving a slick trail down your chest to your abdomen.
>She bends over as she whispers close into your ear, fingers curling around your dick.
>"I wonder how long you can take this. Not very long, I'm guessing. Not with how good I am."
>You try to move your arms, but the ropes prevent you from doing so.
>You attempt to squint past the droplets of sweat blinding your vision at you look up at her.
"Stop... stop this."
>She smirks at you.
>"What, am I not attractive enough for you? Did you want one of the others? Maybe you wanted Sunset, maybe you wanted Twilight... Maybe you even wanted Pinkie Pie. Well, too bad... you got me." 
>She turns around and slides her ass back, grinding it against your face.
>She gives a big smirk to the other girls before lowering her face and licking the tip of your shaft.
>Your entire face is getting covered in the sweat from her butt.
>You end up moaning into the panties as she begins to lightly swirl her tongue around your tip.
>You can feel the sweat dripping off her hair landing on your balls as she slowly and deliberately slides her lips over your tip.
>You let out a muffled moan as you start to wonder what lead you to this point.
>Oh, that's right, passing out in a tub.
>That's a normal thing.
>But this... this isn't really a super normal thing, having a sweaty, athletic high-school girl 69-ing you against your will.
>Also, they mentioned something about some kind of order.
>Does that mean there's more in store?
>Your thought process gets instantly shattered as Dash takes in your entire length down her throat, her lips reaching your sack as your body completely spasms.
>The bindings digging more and more into your body to only add to your pleasure.
>You moan out loud into the sweat-laced panties as she continues to grind them against your face.
>You can smell her hot arousal as she begins bobbing her head up and down. Your hard length pulsates inside her mouth, and as you close your eyes, as she begins to ride you rougher and suck vigorously on your rod as she bobs up and down.
>You can actually start to feel a little bit of her liquid arousal go into her panties, soaking them and smearing lightly on your face. This just continues to make you moan and shiver more.
>She's working you rough and fast by now, and it's obvious that you aren't going to hold out much longer.
>You want to hold out. You want to be able to take all this and stop from giving her exactly what she wants.
>But your body wants to cum, it wants to feel sweet release.
>What happens when the body and the mind clash in these cases?
>The body usually wins, and it does this time as you groan into her wet panties, cumming into her mouth.
>She responds by swallowing and letting out a throaty moan.
>You can feel the juices seep through the fabric of her panties, running down and slathering your face.
>She slowly gets up after swallowing her mess, white strands trailing off her panties to your face breaking off as she slowly gets up off you.
>Her legs shake as she looks to the others, full of pride.
>"Told you I didn't even need to fuck him to get him to orgasm."
>She gives a cocky grin as you try to shake the residual juices off your face.
>She uses a hand to wipe the juices off your face and begins to lick the wetness off her hand.
>You shudder as she turns to the girls, and says the words that you were dreading.
>"Okay, so who was next?"
>Yep, going to be in for the long haul.


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>"There, are you happy now, nerd? I didn't show my ass because I like you or anything. If you tell anyone I'll kill you."

"So why you doing it then?"
>"Because you're fun to mess with," Sugarcoat says as she blushed harder.
>You laugh.
"This doesn't feel like you're messing with me in a bad way."
>"How else am I supposed to seduce you? Shut up and let me affect you!"
>Sugarcoat covered her mouth as she realized what she said.
>"Sh-shut up, Anon!"
"I didn't say anything."
>Sugarcoat wasn't too good at being tsundere.

>The next day
>You're waiting for Sugarcoat to come by and show her ass to you again
>You look forward to it every time
>She came up to you eventually
>Pulled her skirt down for a second and back up before anyone saw
>You just stood there with your can of soda, appreciating the outline of her underwear under her pantyhose like it was a fine art exhibit
>You try to picture what color they would be if she slipped the pantyhose down too
>But she'd probably show you if you asked
>She started showing you her ass upon request anyway.
>No reason she wouldn't take things a step further now.
>"What, are you gonna take a picture or something, nerd?"
"Nah. Just letting you bully me some more."
>"Yeah, well, you have to live with the fact that you'll see this ass every day and never get a piece of it," Sugarcoat tried to tease. "I already know you want me to stop this but I won't."
"You sure?"
>"Yeah, whatever," she scoffs. "You don't have to be such a creep about this."
>She walked away, but suddenly stops and looks back at you as if waiting for you to say something.
>Sugarcoat turns away to walk away but immediately looks back again.
"What is it?"
>"Shut up, nerd."
>She turned to leave again.
>But she only went so far before you caught up to her, tossing the empty can into a nearby trash bin.
>"Can I help you?" she asks snarkily.
"I was wondering if you could help me with some homework. I'm asking you out of convenience since you got my attention."
>She scoffs.
>"Are you seriously trying to follow me home? The show's over, nerd. Go back to your lonely, pathetic life."
"Okey-dokey, then."
>You turn in the opposite direction, causing her to stop in her tracks.
>Sugarcoat says something as you walk away.
>"Maybe just one problem because I feel sorry for you."
"Hmm?"
>"Just follow me home already! Do I have to do all the work here?"
>Sugarcoat was blushing hard
>Follow Sugarcoat home
>She's acting so fucking weird, but cute
>Spend some time in her house
>She makes you some tea and insults you some more
>Shit's going pretty good
>Sugarcoat goes into a hallway closet
>Leaves the door open
>Waits until you get up to see what's up
>Starts changing her clothes as you walk by
>"Anon, you fucking pervert! Get out!"
>Go home with the image of Sugarcoat's printing white panties on your mind
>This is gonna be a fun conversation tomorrow

-Interjection!-
>You get home
>God, that was so fucking hot
>What makes it better is that she meant to do it
>Your fax machine starts buzzing
>It's an unfamiliar number
>You just know it's Sugarcoat
>A new fax is coming in
>You set it up to print on your printer
>It comes through
>A black and white image of Sugarcoat's ass is on the sheet of paper
>Her pantyhose can barely be seen pulled down with her white panties peeking out
>Another sheet of paper comes out with courier font reading "Don't you dare print this fax my hand slipped"
>More like her ass slipped
>Heh heh
>Go into the bathroom immediately and fap
>Soak the piece of paper in your cum
>Fuckin stupid sexy printing white panties

>You wait for Sugarcoat to come by
>It doesn't look like she'll do it this time
>She walks past, sneaking a glance at you
>To see if you're looking
>No ass this time
>You’re sitting outside the school
>Just kind of chilling
>You decided to stay at CHS this time instead of walking home
>That’s when Sugarcoat would run into you
>Kind of curious what will happen if she goes to the same spot and you’re not there
>But to your surprise, you see her walking up to CHS
>She literally waited for you and came here when you didn’t show up
>Wave to her, but she goes inside
>But you know she saw you
>Go in after her
>Just to see where she went
>After walking through the school hallways, you see her in one of the classrooms with the new transfer student Twilight
>”Hey Anon,” Twilight says as Sugarcoat sits at a desk and looks away
“Hi, Twilight. This a club or something?"
>”Not really. Sugarcoat came over here just now because... uh... why did you come here?"
>"I just wanted to see how Twilight’s doing."
>She crosses her arms
>"But you see me every day before school."
>”Well, I never see you after school.”
>Twilight gives Sugarcoat a look.
>“What difference does that make?”
“I think I need to go somewhere.”
>You walk away
>Sugarcoat facepalms and looks at Twilight
>”Alright, look. Just play along okay?”
>”What are you talking about?”
>”Just... next time say I came here to see you after school to... eh... study.”
>Twilight smiles
>”Sugarcoat, did you come here to see him?”
>Sugarcoat mumbles something and gets up to walk away
>Twilight keeps studying
>The next day
>You’re going to be nice and go to the spot near the school you usually do
>Maybe she’ll be there
>Before you can leave the door, there she is already standing there
>”Can I talk with you?” says Sugarcoat
“Okay.”
>You stand away from the other students
>”Just what is your problem, nerd?”
“Huh?”
>”Don’t give me that! You followed me into that school!”
“Well—”
>”Why do you want to be around me so much?! Just because I let you see my ass a couple of times doesn’t mean we’re friends!”
“Then what does that make us?”
>”Nothing! So you better stop!”
>She walks away before you can say anything else.
>This girl has the weirdest crush on you
>Friday
>You're walking home from school again
> As you expected, there's Sugarcoat
>Crossing her arms and pouting
>"What?"
>She tries to sound annoyed
"What do you mean 'what?'"
>There's a pause but you soon keep walking
>Glance back over at Sugarcoat
>She lets something slip out of her bag right as you look
>Looks like it was on purpose
>She speeds away after you stop walking
>Go up to what slipped out of her bag
>It's a tiny paper, size of sticky note
>Sugarcoat already vanished
>Reading the paper, you see a phone number
"Smooth," you whisper
>You go home
>Plug Sugarcoat's number in your phone
>Send a text message
'hey'
>30 minutes later
>No reply
>But the message was seen
>You know exactly why this is
>Choose not to text her again yet
>Wait for her to wonder where you went
>You're kept waiting for another hour before she's typing
>'Who is this?'
>You smirk and laugh
'someone'
>'How did you get my number, nerd?'
'what do you mean?'
>'God, why are you such a creep?'
'how do u know who I am?'
>'Because you're a creepy stalker'
'why did u give me your number then?'
>'I didn't give you my number, it slipped out by accident!
>Reply back a smiley face and wait
>She doesn't respond
'so u wanna hang out or what?'
>No response for the rest of the night
>You get bored and pass out
>Sugarcoat texts back the next morning
>'Why? So you can stare at my ass again?'
'nah we can chill if u want'
>'No. You and I aren't friends, nerd.'
'do u wanna be?'
>She doesn't answer for about ten minutes
>'I have to go to school. How about you delete my number and get lost?'
>You can't think of a comeback, too tired because of morning grogginess
>Figure you'll see Sugarcoat after school anyway
>...
>And there she is
>You pass by the girl, but she doesn't flash you
>She stamps up to you instead
"Howdy."
>"Delete my number!"
"Wha—?"
>"Delete my number from your phone."
>She snatches your phone out of your hands
>Face bright red as she goes into contacts and does it for you
>"There, now you can never text me again."
>You still have the slip of paper
>She knows it too
>"Don't follow me home," she says
>Watch the back of her skirt for any sort of compensation for this whole mess as she walks away
>Wait around for like an hour so that she thinks you didn’t follow her
>You sort of remember where Sugarcoat’s house is
>She never told you the address, but you still find out what street it’s on
>Time to pay her a visit
>You drive over
>Knock on the door, nothing
>Knock again
>Nothing
>Again
>Still nothing
>You finally give up and walk away
>Turn back and see Sugarcoat ducking away from the window
>You giggle to yourself as you go home
>She texts you an hour later
>'I know you were at my house, nerd. My dad told me.'
>Yeah fucking right
'i see you still have my number'
>'I didn't keep it because I like you! Just to tell you to get lost!'
'don't believe u'
>'You better, nerd. I'll keep doing this until you're begging me to talk to you.'
'b/c u like me?'
>10 minutes later
>'Because I want you to suffer for being a creep.'
'didn't sound like a no to me'
>Message didn't send because she blocked you
>Goddammit
>She unblocks you days later
>During that time, she doesn't show up after school
>Trying to make you miss her, you see
>You just knew she'd be there after unblocking
>There she is
>Hands already on her skirt
>Flashes her ass again, no panty outline underneath this time
>You raise an eyebrow
>"I only did this because I felt sorry for you, nerd," she says
>Doesn't even wait a second before pretending to be surprised
>Pulls the skirt back up quickly
>You might have believed it if she wasn't already blushing
>"You didn't see that."
"See what?"
>Feel your dick stand up a little
>Sugarcoat groans cutely, but fakely
>"Oh good, you didn't notice I forgot to put on underwear today."
>She watches your face for a response
>"Stop smiling, you perv! You just got lucky!"
"Riiiiiight."
>"I will never come here again if you think I actually like you"
"Why?"
>"B-because you're supposed to be sad and think I hate you!"
"But you like me."
>"No I don't! I told you it was by mistake! But I guess I can't stop you from thinking about it now, huh?"
>Stand there
>Sugarcoat puts her hands to her hips
>"Stop smiling!"
"I think I'll leave now..."
>"NO!"
>Don't even have time to turn away
"Why?"
>"B-because I'm supposed to leave first"
>Sugarcoat clenches her fists and growls
>"Now shut up and stand there looking sad while I walk home"
>Everyone else left already
>Sugarcoat "accidentally" walks over a vent in the sidewalk
>The air blows her skirt up Marilyn Monroe style
>The "angry" look on her face right now...
>You hold back laughter and a boner
>Text her more over the next week
>She doesn't block you
>Because it was "no use"
>Days go by
>She starts to talk to you more over text
>Never says a word in person
>Probably doesn't want to be seen in public with you
>You decide you'll just give her time
>But she's calling you "nerd" even more now
>Decide to go to her house
>She saw you coming and opens the door before you can knock
>"What do you want, nerd?"
"Iunno, just felt like coming over."
>"I told you that we are not friends."
>She said this a thousand times now
>It has no meaning to you anymore
"So, can I come in?"
>"Why?"
"Cause I like hanging out with you."
>"Oh my gosh why are you so desperate? We don't hang out, all you do is send me creepy little texts on my phone. And that's only because I let my number slip out of my backpack."
"So you did let it slip out."
>"ON ACCIDENT!"
>A pause
"So can I come in or are you busy?"
>"We're not friends, nerd!"
"I know. But can I come in?"
>"Why?"
"...Please?"
>You see her eyes light up
>She hesitates
>"Five minutes!"
>She lets you in.
>Sit down at the kitchen table
>Sugarcoat comes up to you right away
>"Want some water, nerd? You sure seem thirsty."
"Nah, you look like you need it more than I do."
>Sugarcoat snarls and walks out.
>You sit there thinking about what you just said
>And you feel proud
>You can hear her groaning in the other room
>Holy shit she must be tomato red by now
>She comes back
>"So you think you're funny, huh?"
"Actually, it was kinda uncalled for. Sorry about that."
>"No! Don't apologize to me, nerd! That's not going to work!"
"'Work' how?"
>"I see what you're trying to do. You're trying to get me on your good side so that I'll be your friend."
"No, I'm not."
>"Right, like I would start being nicer to you for being even more of a creep. Face it, you blew your chances, nerd."
>She looks at a spoon on the table and gently swipes it to the floor.
>Literally walks around it to face away from you as she picks it up
>This girl butchers subtlety
>"Are you staring at my ass again?"
>She stays bent over.
"Nope."
>She straightens up.
>"Ha! You're such a terrible liar! I saw you looking! I was looking right at you."
"Wow. You caught me. Good job."
>She lifts her skirt up again.
>"Is this what you wanted, you creepy perv?"
>She spins around.
>"Well? You have enough to fap to later tonight? You sick twisted..."
>Her voice fades away
"...pervert?"
>That fake look of disgust on her face
>"What at you looking at?"
>You're too taken away
>She backs into your lap
>Sits down
>Your dick rapidly transforms
>She feels it
>"Screw your comfort zone, nerd. I know you're desperate for this. S-so, s-stop lying!"
>She's starting to shake her ass plopped in your lap
>Sugarcoat tries to insult you some more while in your lap
>Just wait
>For like anything
>"What's wrong? I thought you wanted this."
>She wiggles around
>"Are you no longer sick twisted pervert anymore? Did this cure you? Is this what I needed to do?"
>Can't think of shit to say
>One more awkward pause later and she stands up
"So..."
>"'So' what?"
"What now?"
>She doesn't answer
"You're not really asking me to leave."
>"No. I'm not. Because I expect you to do so on your own."
"But I want to stay here with you for a while."
>"You would, wouldn't you?"
>Sugarcoat pouts
>Looks out the window
"If you want to take things further, we could..."
>"Hey shut up! Don't get any ideas!"
"But that'll teach me a better lesson right?"
>Nothing makes sense anymore
>But this girl is about to crack and admit she likes you
"I didn't make you come and sit in my lap, you know."
>"You wouldn't be able to stop me, nerd."
>She sits back into your lap
>But more comfortably
>"So what now then, nerd?"
"You tell me. You're here, I'm here, and you're blushing like crazy."
>"No, I'm not."
>She's red in the face
>Just break the ice already
>You hold her hand
>Sugarcoat scowls
>She's trying to look aggressive when you touch her
>You're unfazed
>"You're entering dangerous territory, nerd..."
>You put an arm around her
>"...very dangerous territory."
>Feel her begin to shiver
>Her mouth twists
>Forcing a frown, but her face is flushed
>Now you hug her
>She moans quietly
"What was that?"
>"I only did that because I felt sorry for your lame attempt at physical stimulation."
"Why are you hugging me back then?"
>Sugarcoat pulls her arms away
>But she lets you pull them back
>"You are delusional if you think I'm doing this because I want to."
"Sugar..."
>"D-don't you call me that!"
>Holy fuck, she liked and/or hated that
"But I think you're really sweet."
>"Stop! You are making me feel secondhand embarrassment just by talking!"
>You start cuddling her
>She breathes in
>Sorta kicking her legs
>But with almost no effort
>She didn't even know her arms are back around you
>"I'm going to get you back so hard for this, nerd!"
>She's literally trying not to kiss you
"Come on, Sugar. No one else is around."
>"Let go of me!"
>You're not even holding on to her anymore
>But boy is she holding you
>Sugar's arms cross across your back
>"I said let go of me!"
>You raise your hands up in the air
>Sugarcoat looks down
>Realizes that she is the one hugging you
>She gives you the "angry" look again
"Well..."
>"Shut up!"
"But I—"
>Sugar covers your mouth with a hand
>She drops the angry look
>"Anon, I..."
>You kiss her palm
>She pulls her hand away but returns to hugging
>"Mph!"
>You just moved in with a kiss
>Sugar stops shaking
>Keeps her eyes closed and kisses thin air after you pull away
>Opens her eyes
>There is the longest pause
>"You... better not tell anyone, nerd."
>She didn't stop your hand from grabbing her ass.
>Pull the skirt down yourself this time
>Sugarcoat gets quiet
>She's letting you do this now
>You reach down the back of her pantyhose
>Squeeze her ass a little
>She's leaning on you now
>You let out a sigh
"So you don't hate me anymore?"
>Sugarcoat shuts you up by kissing you
>Reaches into your pants
>Grabs you by the dick
>"You better not start to annoy me again after this, nerd."
>She lets you pull her pantyhose down and unbutton her shirt
>You feel her controlling the kissing
>She's getting into this
>Play with her nether as she strokes you
>The kissing becomes deeper
>Lean back in the chair
>"Not a single word. Got it?"
>Nod
>"Don't think this makes us officially boyfriend and girlfriend."
"What about just friends?"
>"Don't talk, nerd."
>Sugar speeds her stroking on your shaft
>Your hand reaches under her bra
>You feel yourself get close to cumming
>Realize she wants to finish now
>So she can go back to pretending
>But it's too late
>You ejaculate
>One hand in Sugars pussy and the other on her tit
>A squirt of cum hits Sugar's glasses
>"Aah!"
"What is it?"
>A glob dangles from the frame
>"Watch where you're cumming, nerd!"
>Stare at the ceiling
>God, you're tired
>Mostly from dealing with her
>"Alright, listen up, nerd!"
>Sugarcoat pulls you close
>"None of this happened. You just came over to my house and—I didn't say stop!"
>She looks down to your hand grabbing her crotch
>You willingly resume your rubbing on it
>She sighs lovingly
>"Now, none of this leaves this room. I kicked you out a minute after you got here."
"Affirmative."
>"I mean it!"
>Sugar slips her glasses off
>Sticks her tongue out and slowly licks the cum remnants off of the frame
>Looking into your soul
>You're hard again
>"You didn't see that, did you, nerd?"
>Shake your head
>Sugar looks down and strokes your cock again
>"None of that meant anything. I'm just tired of you being so thirsty for me."
"Alrighty."
>Just agree with her
>You just know that it's only the beginning
>Next time this happens, Sugarcoat has something bigger planned
>Get redressed
>"Now get out of my house!"
>Obey
>"See you tomorrow, pervert."
>See Sugarcoat after school every day now
>She still flashes her ass
>Calls it "punishment by teasing"
>Never talks to you, though
>You hear rumors that she hates you
>Apparently no one ever sees her flashing you
>Weeks pass
>Shit, she's doing this even less
>Summer comes soon
>Graduating and won't go to high school anymore
>Try talking to her but she ignores you
>Never answers when you visit her house
>What if she really is tired of you?
>Summer break
>Never see her since there's no more school
>But you begin to forget about her for a while
>No texts, no nothing
>Fall
>College
>You move in
>Meet roommates
>Everything's going well
>Coed dorms
>Meet the roommates next door
>First day of class
>Shitton of homework cause of "lmao fuck fun" the professor
>Go to the computer lab to print the syllabus
>At printer
>Syllabus comes out
>Something familiar comes out right after
>It's...
>Sugarcoat's panties
>Text comes in
>Sugarcoat's number?
>"Don't you dare pick that paper up, nerd."
>She goes here too
>It begins


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>Pinkie Pie comes up and gives you a bone-crushing hug.
>Which catches you off guard since you never got close to this world's Pinkie compared to Equestrian Pinkie, who you miss dearly.
"Woah, Pinks, what's the special occasion?"
>"It's me!"
"Yes, Pinkie, I know it's you."
>"No, no, not that me, but the me-me you know."
"P-Ponka?"
>"Yupparoni-Pepperoni!"
"How?"
>"Well you that mirror you used to get over here? Yeah, I used that."
"I know, but wouldn't people notice two Pinkie's walking around?"
>"Silly Billy, I already have that covered!"
"How?"
>"This world's Pinkie wanted to swap places so she can see talking poniesandIwantedtoseeyouagain!"
"Won't the girls know?"
>Pinkie puts one finger over your lips.
>"It's our little secret, now I can see my favorite human again~!"
~~~
>God, she looks beautiful. 
>It's amazing how the people at the funeral home managed to make her so peaceful.
>You went to that high school every day so you could see this cute girl passing out flyers for the Animal Shelter.
>But all your attempts to hit on her resulted in her shyly slinking away from you.
>You felt like if you had more time with her, you would have gotten her to open up.
>Sadly, that wasn't the case.
>Right now, the only thing you can do is grieve as you gaze upon her beautiful, still body lined with lilacs. 
>You are the only one in the room.
>Something stirs in you.
>Just once.
>Your hand reaches over to her breasts.
>It takes a while to get adjusted to her cold skin and hardened tissue. 
>But your hand was now touching Fluttershy's breast.
>You felt chills.
>You trembled.
>But you want to continue.
>With some force, you pull the green fabric on her down, revealing her rock-solid melons with stiffened nipples. 
>You got hard.
>Just once.
>You unzip your fly and begin to tug one out as you feel up Fluttershy's breasts. 
>You keep your moan under your breath as you move in to kiss her soft, cold lips.
>Catching a whiff of the scented flowers, you began to feel ecstatic to the point of climax.
>You were now drained, only having barely enough strength to pull the dress back up over her adorable breasts.
>With one final kiss on her lifeless lips, you left the room and behind you a beautiful part of your life.
>You would not forget this moment for a very long time.
>...
>You just can't get her out of your head. 
>She was just so beautiful.
>You were thirsty for more.
>You knew you had to go back.
>You call up your mom and say you'll be running a little late.
>It's 9 PM, well past closing time for the funeral home
>But you were pretty crafty. You knew how to break in without anyone noticing you tampered with the lock.
>So you got in and made your way over to Fluttershy's room.
>The lights went on automatically as you walk in.
>There she was, still in her eternal sleep.
>You walk over to her.
>You spend a few moments thinking about what you were about to do.
>You're a virgin.
>Your first kiss was with a corpse.
>Still, what you are about to do is pretty messed up.
>You just have to keep telling yourself that this might be your only chance.
>How she's just sleeping.
>You pull away the soft yellow butterfly-patterned blanket to reveal the rest of her body. 
>You take a moment to wince at the obvious makeup the embalmers put on the bruise on her abdomen. 
>It wasn't even the right shade of yellow.
>Perhaps that's why they hid her bottom half with the blanket.
>Or so you thought.
>You notice that the bluish-green portion of her dress was actually see-through.
>That was how you're able to see the fake yellow skin.
>But that's when you could also see...
>You almost laugh at how lazy the embalmers were, but at the same time, you blessed them.
>At the see-through part of her dress, you could see her pussy.
>Not only that, but you also see her long, slender legs and soft-looking feet.
>Already, you got hard again. 
>You feel around the casket, trying to find...
>Yes!
>You find a lever to lower the casket.
>At least now you won't have to climb onto it.
>Your hands run up Fluttershy's cold, stiff legs, until they reached up to her thighs.
>Despite the hardness of the embalming fluid, her skin was surprisingly smooth.
>You had to rub her thighs a few times before you moved onto the main meat of the feature.
>Your fingers edge towards Fluttershy's cameltoe, feeling the soft labia pressed against your fingertips. 
>You slide your middle finger down her clit before you rub it up and down.
>You blush as your heart races.
>You could be caught at any moment, you bet.
>But still, you want to score.
>However, the embalming fluid proves to be a heavy obstacle.
>Her vagina was so stiff that the lips couldn't even part for your pinkie. 
>Not that it would matter, her vagina would be so rock-solid that no amount of lube would make the sex comfortable. 
>But, you decide to compromise. 
>You pull down your pants and lay down on top of Fluttershy.
>Your penis slip in between her labia and her thighs.
>You shiver from the coldness surrounding your dick, but her soft skin made up for it.
>You begin to thrust back and forth, rubbing your shaft against her legs.
>You start slow so you can enjoy the feeling. God knows you're never getting this chance again.
>You pop down her top again, exposing her breasts.
>You motorboat them mountains while grabbing with your hand.
>You pant like a dog as you went faster and faster.
>You cry out her name several times.
>The top of your feet rub against Fluttershy's soles. 
>Eventually, you began to cry.
>And you realize why.
>You loved Fluttershy.
>You loved her so much...
>That's why you lust for her even after death.
>That's why you went back for her.
>And now that she was gone, you will never have this chance again.
>It's sad...
>The only time you could have sex with her you can't even do it properly.
>Eventually, you cum all over her beautiful thighs.
>You pull her dress down, your cum sticking to her dress. For good measure, you cover the bottom with the blanket.
>The scent is bad, but you can already tell the flowers and time will overpower it.
>You pull up her top, kiss her on the lips for last time, then get off her and raise the casket.
>And like that, you disappeared into the night, swearing to never forget this once in a lifetime moment.
~~~
>Be Anon.
>Be the blind student that just transferred to Crystal Prep Academy.
>These five girls help you out but sometimes make you do lewd things.

>"Oh, you poor baby."
>You say nothing, content to simply lay with your head in Sour Sweet's lap as she runs her fingers through your hair.
>"I'm going to murder that rainbow dyke!"
>You sigh dramatically.
"Please, I'm used to people treating me differently. There's no need for violence... but I guess there's no real harm in resorting to it either... you know, I mean, if you all want to."
>You turn your head slightly at the sound of Sugarcoat's voice.
>"Are you sure that there's nothing we can do to make you feel better, Anon? Everybody at your school's probably talking about you behind your back."
>Trust Sugarcoat to actually make you genuinely feel bad.
>You ponder over things for a moment.
"Well... I suppose a group hug couldn't hurt."
>A chorus of "aww's" can be heard as the assembly of girls lean in and embrace you all at once.
>"Who could be mean to Anon? He's such a big cuddly teddy bear."
>You grin.
>You're not sure who they belong to, but you can totally feel at least three sets of boobs squishing into you right now.

>Girls know what he's doing all along
>"I heard that when you're blind, all your other senses get more sensitive to pick up the slack. How many times do you think we can make you cum?"

>Sour Sweet will never whisper in your ear, "I don't mind if you give them a little squeeze or two."
>You feel another hand guide your's slowly slide down to what feels like hips and land on a round shape.
>You hear a surprised gasp.
>"Oh, Lemon Zest, you naughty girl! You're making the blind boy touch your butt~"
>Being blind has its benefits.

>Lemon Zest puts Anon's hand on her bare breast and asks him what the bumps on her areola say in braille.

>Sunny Flare makes a braille message.
>"Hey Dearie, can you please read this out loud so the girls can hear it.
>You put your finger and trace it against the bumps.
"Anon will you please..."
>Your finger traces the next set.
"Grab m—Oh~"
>"That's not what it says, Dearie, can you please finish it for me?"
"P-please grab m-me by the pussy... Heart Sunny Flare."
>"Good boy~"

>Weeks before.
>You are accepted to CPA.
>A nice girl named Sunny Flare helps you around and introduces you to her friends during lunch.
>One of her friends, Lemon Zest, asks you, "So have you always been blind or did something happen?"
>"Oh my god, Zest, you can't just ask people why they're blind," Sunny's friend Sugarcoat says.
>You explain to them that when you were eight years old you saved an older man from a truck about to hit him, causing it hit you instead and crash.
>It just so happened that truck was carrying acid that somehow got in your eyes.
>"Oh, you poor brave thing," cries Sour Sweet, sitting beside you and Sunny.
>You then feel your head getting pulled to a spot with two mounds resting on your cheeks and two hands wrap around you in a hug.
>Sour Sweet then says, "And if anyone tries to mess with you, I'LL RIP OUT THEIR JUGULAR WITH MY BARE HANDS!"
>You could get used to this.
~~~
>"I don't understand. You know I'm not the athletic type. Why did you invite me over to come work out with you?"
>Continue staring at her.
"Well... it's more of an exercising thing. And I was getting lonely since I have nobody else to come with me."
>"I'm getting a little cold in this outfit, though..."
"You'll warm up after getting your heart rate up. Come on, let's race on the treadmills."

>Yesterday evening, Flash went for a jog, music streaming from his earbuds as he made his way through town.
>Eventually, his route took him near Pinkie Pie's home.
>As he drew closer to it, he spotted a familiar girl in the distance: Twilight Sparkle.
>Judging by her attire, Flash inferred that she was sleeping over.
>But one thing in particular caught his attention: she seemed to be missing her glasses.
>He drew closer...
'Yep. No glasses...'
>Odd. From their brief initial encounter, she seemed pretty blind without them.
'Probably wearing contacts.'
>He considered trying to avoid her. 
>It wasn't her fault that they shared a face, but he didn't need any more reminders regarding the cute, kinda freaky (in all the right ways) princess from another dimension.
>But running away won't get him over her, so he continued towards the house.
'Okay. I'll just wave if she sees me. Slow down a bit and wave. Or nod.'
>He gets closer.
'Should I say something? Nah. Just be quick. Wave and go on.'
>And she looks to her left.
'Okay. She sees me. Just wave.'
>He waved, a nervous smile cracking across his face.
>She just stared at him.
'Can she even see me? Whatever.'
>He sighed, eyes downcast.
>Her posture straightened, eyes widening.
>"Flash?"
>He could barely hear her, the distance between them and his music deafening her voice.
>But he heard just enough that he was prompted to look up at her again.
>She moved to meet him and he came to a halt a few feet from her.
>Turning his music down, he stared at her, dumbfounded.
'Maybe she's finally going to tell me off for always staring at her or whatever.'
>He cringed at the thought.
>He didn't mean to stare. How could his eyes not linger?
>She was basically his only chance to see that beautiful princess again.
'Maybe that's a little creepy, but...'
>All things considered, he was glad none of the girls could read his mind, even if they could read the desperation on his face.
>"Flash."
>He snapped out of his thoughts and looked to her.
>"It's... been a while."
>He blinked a few times. He saw her throughout the school day.
"What are you... wait. You're..."
>...
>Twilight shuffles her feet, eyes downcast as she admires the way the cold, morning sand shifts about between her toes.
>Flash does a few stretches, eyes closed and ears focused on the soft ebbing and flowing of the tide.
>The stretches helped to loosen up his muscles. 
>But, mostly, they gave him an excuse to put off talking to Twilight and gather his thoughts.
'Okay. So, she's here. What now?'
>He rolls his shoulders.
'Should we just run? Shoot the breeze? Do both?'
>Hooking his left arm under his right, he twists his torso left to right.
>A point comes where he twists a little farther to the left than before, holding the pose as his muscles strain in such a way that a feeling he could only describe as 'relief' spreads from his back through his body,
>The feeling prompts an involuntary shudder.
>"Flash?"
>Which didn't go unnoticed.
"Y-yeah?"
>The word stumbles out in a pitch higher than intended.
>"Are you okay?"
>Her eyes are on him, he feels, her head most likely tilted to the side and her brows knitted in an unsure frown.
>He considers continuing his stretching and offering a token response.
'But what's the point?'
>After all, he'd just be postponing the inevitable. And wasting her time.
>With a sigh, he turns to face her.
>Her attire consists of a purple, form-fitting, sleeveless shirt and dark blue shorts with her star crest adorned on their sides.
>A second or so passes before Flash realizes he's staring at her, prompting his eyes to dart to the ground, only to land on her feet.
"Uh, yeah..."
>Craning his neck, he looks to the sky and rubs at the back of his neck.
"Um, what was the question again?"
>She lets out a lighthearted scoff.
>"Are you okay? You're acting pretty... distant."
"Am I?"
>The words come out in a subconscious grumble, quick and harsh.
>Twilight flinches and stares at him for a moment, dejection overtaking her mood as her sights drift back to her feet.
>Flash can only cringe in response.
'Nice going...'
"Sorry, I'm just a little antsy..."
>She looks at him, an unsure smile on her face. "Oh."
"Sorry."
>Twilight opens her mouth to speak, hesitating a moment before glancing away. "It's okay."
>Kicking at the sand, Flash takes a deep breath.
'No point in dragging this out.'
"So, you ready to get started?"
>She gives him a nod, her lips curling into a small smile.
>"Yes... But I'm a little confused."
"By what?"
>"Well, it's just that I'm not really the athletic type."
>He lets out a chuckle.
"I kinda had you pegged for a bookworm, what with that stack of books I saw you carrying in... that one video..."
>She giggles and shakes her head, "It's alright. I'm over it."
>Feeling relieved, Flash smiles.
"Good. Great."
>"But..."
>He waits for her to continue, her eyes looking into his expectantly.
>And then it dawns on him.
"Oh! I... well. I kinda asked you spur of the moment."
>"Really?" She looks at him curiously.
"Yeah... I thought it'd be nice to have someone to exercise with me."
>He takes a deep breath.
'Don't mess this up.'
>And gives her the smoothest smile he can manage.
"Especially beautimable as someone as you."
>She tilts her head to the side, "Beautimable?"
'N-no!'
"I-I mean, s-someone as beauti... as beau-ti-ti... as be-ti... as nice as you."
>A smile spreads across her face as she combs a hand through her hair.
>"I'm a little surprised, but I'm glad you think so."
'Surprised?'
>Before he can get a word out, she shivers.
>"Brhh! I'm getting a little cold in this outfit..."
>He looks her over again, eyes lingering as she tugs at the collar of her shirt.
>"It's too bad humans don't have coats."
"Ah? Ye-yeah. Well, just not ones made out of our hair."
>"True. True."
"Anyways, you'll warm up pretty quick once we get started."
>He points to a building in the distance.
"Let's try the treadmills first. Get our blood pumping."
>With a nod, she goes to gather her shoes and follows after Flash.
>The building is more of an open shack of sorts. Or balcony. Or whatever.
>No one save a lone employee is in there, her attention more or less focused on tidying up the area.
>She spares them a glance before going back to work as Flash makes his way to one of the treadmills.
"Okay, so what you do is press this button. And the way these buttons start to glow means it's on."
>Fascinated, she nods and leans in close.
"See these ones? They control how fast the treadmill goes."
>The machine springs to life, its tread slowly making its rounds.
>"Right, right."
"And these control the incline."
>The tread angles upwards.
>"Oh, in order to simulate somewhat different terrain?"
"Right. And that's about all you need to know. Well, this button automatically lowers the speed and incline to zero."
>The tread lowers and comes to a halt.
"And you can turn the treadmill off by pressing the first button I showed you."
>She nods. "I've seen something similar in Equestria, but this is a lot more advanced."
"Think you can handle it?"
>"Of course," she says as she steps onto the treadmill.
>After looking over the control pad, she presses a button labeled '3.'
"You might not want to—"
>The machine jerks to life, Twilight's feet nearly sliding out from under her before she reflexively grabs onto the machine's handlebars.
"—do that."
>He can't help but chuckle as Twilight uses the handlebars to hold herself up, her feet touching down on the sides of the treadmill as she looks at the tread itself.
>She shoots him a dirty look before tentatively touching down on the tread.
>A little shaky at first, she eventually gets the hang of it and keeps up with the tread.
>Smiling, Flash makes his way to another treadmill and begins his own workout.
>But not before calling out to her.
"Not bad for a rookie."
>She spares him a deadpan glance.
>Flash lets out a sigh as his treadmill comes to a halt, his attention soon turning to Twilight.
"Ready for some lifting?"
>Her treadmill follows suit and she makes her way over to him.
>"Weightlifting?"
"Yeah. We can use the ones out here."
>He points to several stands set against a wall.
"They're not too heavy. I think the highest weight out here is 50 pounds."
>"Really?"
"Yeah. We'd need a membership to use the heavier ones since they're inside the building."
>She looks to the stand, then back to him.
>"How much... can you lift?"
>He gulps.
'80 at most.'
"I, uh, I can bench press..."
>He casually looks about the room, eyes settling on a framed picture of a blonde-haired, black-eyed male.
"220. I can bench press that much. Yeah."
>She raises an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"W-well. I mean, I usually just lift 90. Keeps me fit without looking too cocky, you know?"
>"I see."
>She goes quiet for a moment, eyes darting to the ground before settling on him again.
>"Can you lift me?"
"I... what?"
>Her face reddens a bit.
>"Would you like to lift me? I weigh more than 80 pounds, most likely."
>He can't believe what he's hearing.
"Are... are you sure?"
>She nods, brushing back a strand of her hair. "You wanted to exercise and, well, as your partner, I feel that this is the best way I can help you in that regard."
>His heart pounds wildly in his chest.
"Okay. If you're sure."
>No turning back. He had to impress her.
>He makes his way over, hands tentatively reaching out.
'I'll do it. I'll lift her over my head and then set her down.'
>She turns a little, preparing to be held bridal style.
'Just a quick lift and then set her down.'
>He lightly grips her shoulder and leans down a bit to scoop at-
>"Twilight Sparkle?!"
>A feeling of dread washes over him.
'That voice.'
>He turns to its source, his worst fear realized.
'Trixie!'
>Trixie Lulamoon, eyes wide and mouth agape, makes her way over to them.
>"You... You're the magic princess one, correct?"
>Twilight glances at Flash for a moment, her expression indicating some uncertainty (concern?) on her part.
>"Um, yes."
>Trixie's shock quickly flips to confidence, her chest puffing out a bit as she puts on a haughty smile.
>"Ha! Trixie knew it! It seems Trixie's rival has finally decided to return."
>Flash and Twilight exchange glances, brows furrowed, before Twilight lets out a quiet "Oh."
>Thinking further on it, Flash recalls Trixie's rant the last time she saw Twilight.
'Is that what she means by rival?'
>Not that it matters to him. 
>At least, insofar as she felt the need to interrupt his moment with Twilight to deliver said rant.
"Well, it was nice seeing you and all, Trixie. But Twilight and I need to get back to our sets.
>Twilight opens her mouth, no doubt in an attempt to correct him, but closes it as Flash gently leads her to the weights.
"See ya, goodbye, do svidaniya."
>"Hold it," Trixie says, scurrying to block Flash's path. "Perhaps a little motivation is in order?"
>Flash's eyes narrow.
"What are you talking about?"
>Trixie clears her throat before taking a disinterested posture.
>"Well, they say that competition is the spice of success."
>She casually flexes her biceps, her muscles noticeably popping out.
>Twilight blinks at this, before raising her right arm and flexing.
>She pouts at the results: her muscles tensed, but lacked 'oomph' compared to Trixie's. 
>"Trixie will be more than happy to serve as an ideal for you to reach."
>Keeping his tone and mannerisms as neutral as possible, Flash responds,
"Thanks, Trixie, but we're good. This is just a little leisurely exercise between friends."
>He takes a step past Trixie.
"So, uh, let us get back to our sets."
>Trixie takes a step back to block his way again.
>"Hmph! While Trixie is sure you'd love nothing more than to get back to your... sets..." 
>Her eyes go half-lid, a smirk on her lips as Flash's eyes narrow.
>"...with Twilight Sparkle, perhaps you should consider my offer."
>She looks past Flash, their attention turning to Twilight.
>She has a contemplative look on her face. Flash blanches.
'No!'
>"Mmm... Well, I suppose you have a point," Twilight says, nodding to herself. "It'd be remiss to say competition has never brought about beneficial growth or change."
>Flash's stomach twists; Trixie's smirk widens.
>After what feels like an eternity, Twilight, a small smile on her face, gives her answer,
>"Okat. The more the merrier."
'Damn!'
>His shoulders slump for a moment before he sighs and regains a proper posture.
"Alright."
>Turning to Trixie, and doing his best to ignore the smug look on her face, Flash says,
"So, Trixie. What do you have in mind?"
>Trixie hesitates for a moment. "Well, I... Trixie thinks we should start with some light stretching, first."
"And then?"
>"Now, now. One thing at a time, Flash," she responds, stepping past him. "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."
'It's gonna be a long day.'
>...
>"This is a bit more challenging than I expected," Twilight says, her voice straining as she attempts to spread her legs a little further.
>Flash looks over at her, his eyes drifting to her legs. Smooth and purple and perfect and-
'Focus.'
"Uh, don't strain yourself, Twilight. It gets easier the more you do it."
>She nods and relaxes her stretch, grimacing a little at the lingering strain.
>A light laugh drawing his attention, Flash looks to his left at Trixie.
>She's smirking. While effortlessly doing sitting toe reaches.
>"Flash is correct, Sparkle. It takes effort and dedication to get this good. You can't simply magic your way to a fitter body."
>After shooting Trixie a glare, Flash turns his attention back to Twilight.
>Who looks to be in thought.
>"Actually, considering my current situation," Twilight says, looking her hands over, "I'd say that's not entirely true."
'That's... right. Not to mention how the Rainbooms can grow wings and stuff.'
>Flash looks to Trixie again, a taken aback look on her face.
>"If this world becomes even more saturated with magic, I might even be able to use some of the spells I've learned in Equestria!"
>She lets out an excited squeal, her eyes beaming with a similar zeal.
>"Who knows what sort of exciting opportunities could open up for this world if that were to happen?"
"The amount of super-powered villainesses would increase, for one."
>Flash dryly remarks, prompting Twilight's face to redden with bashfulness.
>"Ah, heh. That's a good point."
>Trixie clears her throat, "W-well! My point still stands regarding dedication."
>"Right." Twilight nods, "I can't always rely on my magic."
>"Hrmm."
>Trixie goes back to doing her stretches and the rest of their time on this particular exercise passes by in silence.
>...
>"Okay. That's enough," Trixie grumbles, doing one last stretch before carefully rising from the floor.
>Twilight and Flash attempt to follow suit, but Trixie raises a hand.
>"Hold it."
>Then she does a squat before sitting back down again and lying on her back.
>"Time for sit-ups. Flash, hold my feet."
"What? Why?"
>Trixie sighs as she crosses her arms, her hands gripping the opposite shoulders.
>"We're going to alternate. Sparkle can rest for a bit while you steady me as I work out. Then we'll switch."
>"Oh, that makes sense."
"I guess?"
>"Now that we've settled that, anchor my feet."
>Rolling his eyes, Flash makes his way over to Trixie and drops to his knees before gripping her ankles.
>"I'm going to go get some water," Twilight says, giving her workout buddies a wave before heading off.
>Flash waves back, his attention lingering on her before Trixie loudly clears her throat.
>"Pay attention. Trixie won't have you ruining her set through negligence."
>Flash just shakes his head before turning his full attention back to Trixie.
>Locking eyes with her, a frown on his face, Flash grounds out,
"Ready?"
>Trixie looks up at him, a smirk on her face.
>She rises, elbows resting against her knees.
>For a moment, she stays like that, her smirk widening ever so slightly as she holds his narrowing gaze.
>And then she falls back.
"One."
>"No need to count," she says before rising again. "We'll stop when Trixie grows weary."
>She falls back again.
'Yeah, well, I'm going to keep count anyways!'
>She rises. Then falls.
'Two.'
>And again.
'Three.'
>As she comes up again, a sweet scent tickles at his nose.
'Hmm.'
>Back down. 
'Four.'
Then up. The scent returns. He sniffs at it.
'Perfume? Pretty flowery.'
>Down.
'I wonder what sort of perfume Twilight wears.'
>Up.
'Probably lavender.'
>Down. 
>His lips curl into a smile, the frown he held fading into a dreamy expression.
'A lavender scent for a lovely lavender lady.' 
>Of course, he has no idea what lavender actually smells like, but common sense dictates that it probably smells good.
>Up.
'Maybe I could buy her a bottle.'
>Down.
'No. That's too fast. We're barely friends. Just gotta take things slow-'
>"Flash."
>Jolting back to reality, Flash's attention snaps to Trixie.
"H-huh? Wha—?"
>Trixie smirks up at him. "Thinking about the princess, are we?"
>Flash's frown returns.
"How do you figure that?"
>"That dopey, lovesick look of yours says it all."
>His frown intensifies, prompting Trixie to let out a laugh.
>"Considering our current position," she says, rising again, "Trixie isn't sure she's comfortable with that smouldering look you're shooting her."
>Flash balks at this, Trixie's smirk dimming to a half-lidded, smug smile.
"What are you trying to say?"
>"That you might want to 'put some ice on that,' as it were."
>She falls back again. With a scoff, Flash looks away, deciding that he'd keep his attention focused anywhere but on her.
~~~
>The scene opens to a snow battered compound, the darkness of nightfall edging out what little light remains on the horizon.
>A soldier, decked in a heavy parka and carrying a scary-looking gun, casually patrols the area.
>Unbeknownst to him, an intruder stalks around him and slips into the compound.
>For a moment, the intruder surveys the new environment.
'Coast is clear.'
>Raising his right wrist, he begins to fiddle with the watch strapped to it before lightly pressing his left earlobe.
"I'm in."
>The watch's screen springs to life with the image of a bespectacled, purple-skinned man.
>"No alerts this time? I'm impressed."
"FES needs to invest in better security... And last time wasn't my fault, Atom."
>Atom chuckles at this, his eyes darting to something on his desk.
>"I know, I know. A bad bit of luck that was."
"Any mission updates?"
>Nodding, Atom raises a stack of papers to his face.
>"Looks like you might catch a glimpse of the woman in charge: Celestia Royalis, Code Name: Starfire."
"Starfire, huh?"
>"Yep. She's a superhuman. The reports I've read say she can toss out fireballs reaching up to about 9001 degrees."
>The intruder smirks.
"So you're saying she's pretty hot?"
>"Heh. Well, see for yourself," Atom says, his video feed switching to a woman's image.
"Hmm. Practically a goddess."
>"Get serious, Flash."
>The intruder flinches a bit as the image flickers out, replaced with that of a frowning military man.
"I'm always serious when it comes to women, Captain."
>"Is that a fact?"
>Flash grimaces at the new, yet familiar voice.
"Is that Shimmer?"
>The Captain's image is replaced with that of a yellow-skinned...
>...and Flash quickly switches the image back to the Captain.
"What is she doing here?"
>"She's a Foxtrot operative."
"She works in a different division, Captain."
>"I'm aware of that," the Captain says, eyes narrowing slightly, "but she's worked at this facility before."
"Atom already gave me the layout schematics and any useful info she can provide I've probably already been briefed on."
>"Regardless, she also serves as this mission's medical and secondary technician expert..." The Captain lets out a sigh. "Not to mention she'll be taking notes on how the operation goes."
"So, the upper echelon thinks I'm due for my yearly shadowing."
>"This is about more than you, Flash."
"Oh, I don't doubt that, Captain. But they sent Shimmer."
>"Can I just say something?"
>The Captain shakes his head. "Hold that thought, Sunset Shimmer."
>He looks Flash in the eyes, his words coming out slow and deliberate.
>"I know you two have history and I know it's not all good, but I need you to put that aside and work as a team."
"...Tch. Understood."
>The Captain's image flickers away, replaced with that of a yellow-skinned, yellow and red-haired girl.
>Her arms are crossed, a frown on her face.
"Shimmer."
>"Flash."
"Guess we'll be working together on this one."
>"Yes. Like Captain Armor said, let's put aside our differences and work as a team."
"That's easy for you to say."
>"I just hope you'll be able to do your job."
>"Sneaking into places and delivering clever quips?"
>She almost smiles, "Barring the 'clever' part, yes."
"Hmm."
>"That's better," comes the Captain's voice, "Now, don't forget: your mission is simply reconnaissance. FES is still an ally of sorts, so don't do anything... reckless."
"Of course. Signing off."
>With that, Flash rises to his feet and tiptoes away.


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>"If you want these pictures deleted, then you'll do whatever I say, understood?"
"And if I don't?"
>"Then you'll have a hard time explaining this."
>Tiara pulls out her phone, taps and swipes for a bit, and then flips it around to you.
>You shudder. Jeez, you shouldn't have done that.
>What are you going to do?
>How did Tiara even get those pictures?
>Diamond looks at you, impatiently tapping her foot.
>"Well? Do we have a deal or not?"
>Fuck's sake.
>With utter contempt, you look at her and hold out your hand.
"Fine, whatever you say."
>Tiara smiles and shakes your hand lightly.
>"Good. And it's 'ma'am' now. Got it?"
>Oh, you could slap her right about now.
>You slump your shoulders and sigh in defeat.
"Yes, ma'am."
>"Good. Now, the first item on the list, my homework."
>You roll your eyes and groan.
"Oh wow, homework; I sure didn't see that coming."
>"Did I say you could speak? Hmm?"
"No."
>"No what?"
>Is she really gonna keep doing that?
>Fuck, that's going to get old.
"Ugh, no, MA'AM."
>"Good, now finish it tonight. I need it first thing in the morning. Got it?"
>She hands you a small folder.
>"You look her straight in the eye with a look of pure and utter contempt.
"Yes. Ma"am."
>"Good. Now run along, I have a party to attend."
>She turns around and waves you off, before turning down the hall and disappearing.
>Fuck, she needs a good slap in the face.


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>You will never sit down right next to Starlight after snorkeling with Sunset.
>Sunset kept on trying to push you down close to her crouch for some reason.
>Starlight is supposedly from the same place Twilight and Sunset were from.
>Starlight starts small talk on how she and Twilight don't wear clothes where she lives.
>She places a hand on your thigh and moves south.
>You feel your lower body warm up as she goes down more.
>Her soft, nimble hand grabs your hard member.
>"Hey Twilight, you're right, it does feel different from the ones back home! It feels kinda weird and misshapen."
>Wat
>"They do! But they last longer~"
>"Really?"
>"Give it a shot~, after all, you're my student and you're here to learn new things."
>Her hand starts to slowly move up and down against your shaft.
>"You like that?"
>You shudder in response.
>"You're right Twilight, they do last a lot longer," she says while stroking you.
>"That isn't the only thing new here~ Trixie, would you mind if you play with Starlight's new assets?"
>Trixie wrapped her hands around Starlight's chest.
>"Trixie wanted to do this with Starlight for a long time."
>Starlight's hand goes faster on your member as Trixie licks her neck and plays with her ample breasts.
>Starlight lets out a throaty moan as one Trixie's hands reach down and plays with her clit.
>After 15 minutes you start to feel the familiar pressure in your stomach and tell Starlight your close.
>Starlight stops and tells you to sit on the pavement and then goes to your left
>Trixie stops playing with Starlight and goes to your right.
>Starlight then puts your head in her mouth while Trixie starts licking your shaft with her expert tongue.
>You start to hear two moans and turn to your right to see Twilight and Sunset using a double-headed horse dildo smacking each other's asses on opposite ends.
>You grab Trixie's left tit on your right hand and grab Starlight's with the other.
>Earning you a moan from both of them.
>You turn to your right again and see Twilight panting like a dog with her tongue out she lets out a loud and deep moan as she cums covering her side of the dildo and some of Sunset's lower legs in her juices.
>Sunset cums as well after seeing Twilight collapse on her.
>Seeing that and two hot girls working on your cock was too much.
>You take your cock out Starlight's mouth and cum on both Trixie's and Starlight's faces.
>Covering Trixie's chin which slides down her breasts.
>Starlight's face is covered with most of your cum above and below her nose.
>Trixie then cups Starlight's chin and starts licking your cum over face then starts kissing her swapping the cum into her mouth.
~~~
>There she is.
>Her form-fitting sweater as distinctive as her soft, pink hair.
>You haven't planned this.
>Even though you knew she had friends at the library.
>Even though you stay late more often than not.
>Your days aren't filled with the hope that she's had a long day.
>Maybe her friends are running late, and that cushioned chair looks sooooo comfortable...
>You don't wonder what you'd do if she took a little nap across from you.
>Heaven forbid you would ever watch her twist and turn in her impromptu bed, her efforts to find comfort only affording you a more and more enticing view.
>You would never furtively cross the dividing gulf of carpet to sit next to her.
>Certainly, your hand would never take three tries to grasp that deliciously bare shoulder, gently rousing her with a shake.
"The library's closed, Fluttershy."
>These words would never cross your lips.
>She would never sleepily frown at you, and your eyes would never widen in panic as you realize you've addressed her by name.
>"O-oh... I see. Oh, dear... Did I fall asleep..?"
>You will never feel compelled to answer her, regardless of the fact that you're admitting how your eyes can't seem to find anything more compelling.
"Uh, yeah. Those girls... Your friends? They left a while ago."
>Obviously, her turquoise eyes don't enthrall you, the extended eye contact failing to bring a blush to her cheeks.
>Your grip on her shoulder, forgotten to your conscious mind, but all too prevalent in this obvious fantasy, wouldn't cause the girl's eyes to shift downward.
>The breathtakingly shy smile, uncomfortable but not unwelcoming, would never grace her lips in a thousand years.
"C-can I walk you home?"
>These aren't words you'd blurt out in your most inebriated state, let alone out of the blue.
>"Oh... Well, if you want to..."
>These words aren't meant for you.
>Even as you stand, a hand held out, and slowly accepted, you know the girl you're pulling gently to her feet isn't real.
>Walking slowly down familiar streets, you surely can't feel her inches from your side.
>At a crosswalk, your shoulders would hardly touch as she leaned against you.
>The shiver that ran through her as the cool night air caressed her would never prompt you to settle your jacket over her delicate shoulders.
>Much as you'd like to think it, you would never have the gumption to hesitantly slip your hand behind her back, settling on her hip as she pressed into your side.
>You don't know where she lives.
>No, seriously. You're not THAT much of a stalker.
>But her whispered directions would never lead you to the outskirts of town.
>It might make sense to you that a girl like this would live at a picturesque cottage, but...
>Surely not alone..?
>"T-this is me..."
>You blink.
>Where did this come from?
>Weren't you fantasizing in the library?
>Either you have a better imagination than you thought, or...
"Uh... Right. Yeah. Got you home. Safe and sound..."
>You hear a sound you've never heard before.
>As a soft giggle escapes from Fluttershy's lips, covered by slender fingers, you come to the realization that you might have finally grown a pair.
>"Well, I don't, um... That is, you came all this way for me..."
>You blink, realizing that you actually WILL, make that ARE, watching Fluttershy clutch your jacket around her shoulders.
>"I could, um, tea? I mean, would you like some? Tea, that is. Because it's cold?"
>You can see how hard these words are for Fluttershy to get out.
"Sure. Tea sounds great."
>How could you say no to her?


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>You're a typical, sexually repressed senior at Canterlot High
>You've always thought that girl Pinkie was a little weird, but she's attractive
>It almost seems like her knockers are still growing
>Seeing her at the swimming hole at camp will be nice
>You get off the bus to draw tent assignments
>You go over to the boy's side and take a card from the bag
>You're stuck with... Pinkie Pie
"Wait, what? I'm not complaining but we had separate bags! Is she fucking with the laws of physics again?"
>Gloriosa Daisy raises her eyebrows at your absurd outburst but regains composure as Timber Spruce and Pinkie walk over
>"Oh right, sorry we forgot to mention in advance, but your class has an odd number of boys and girls, so we had to split one pair of cards," she explains
>Timber spruce adds, "We do have another tent available, but it's in bad condition and far away from the rest of the camp."
>Neither of you want a shitty tent, and bringing it up to Celestia would cockblock you to death, so you help Pinkie move her funbags to the tent
>After lunch, you have an hour to kill before the swimming event is scheduled
>You come back to your tent to find Pinkie in her swimsuit
>"Hey, Anon! Wanna help rub some lotion on me?"


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>Your childhood friend Applejack invited you to a campsite where she and her friends are staying for a few days.
>You're talking to her a lot more ever since your family moved back to Canterlot.
>It's been a while since you've last seen her and you're excited to catch up with AJ and meet the friends she talks about all the time.
>When you get there you meet her friends and are happy that she found great people.
>You wish you could say the same.
>After exploring the woods all day, the group decides to set up their tents.
>Your tent is full of holes and old but still usable.
>"There is no way Ah am allowing you to stay in that tent, sugarcube."
"It's fine, I'll survive."
>"Ah'm not going let you catch a death over in an old tent end of discussion."
"Well then Jackie, where am I going to sleep?"
>"In mine."
>You grab your stuff and go into her tent.
>It can barely fit both of you but it's better than nothing.
>You and Applejack have small talk and she talks about the crazy things that happened at CHS during her junior year.
>Then she hits you with a bombshell of a question.
>"Do ya like me Sugarcube?"
"Of course I do, Jackie, you're my best friend."
>"Not like that ya knucklehead and ya know it."
"Yes, I do. I wanted to tell you before I left but I was afraid that it might've ruined our friendship."
>AJ suddenly got close to you and pressed her lips against yours.
>"I felt the same way, sugar."
>She suddenly gets up and you see her panties fall down.
>You feel heat swell up in your groin as AJ pushes up her shirt and unstraps her bra and put it next to her panties.
>You are in full mast as you see Applejack's ample breast with her shirt wrinkled above and see her dripping honeypot below her skirt being hugged by her healthy hips.
>"Like what ya see?"
"B-But what about your friends, Jackie?"
>"At this point Ah don't care."
>AJ lies down near your lap and lowers your pants and boxers.
>Your member slaps her abdomen.
>"Boy howdy, someone is a bit excited."
>Applejack straddles your hips and grabs your member pushing the head against her entrance.
>"Ready to give this cowgirl a wild ride?"
>She slams her hips against yours.
>Meanwhile in two tents ahead.
>Rainbow Dash is holding a microphone to the south with a pair of earpieces
>"Whoa, this is getting juicy."
>"Come on, Dashie, gimme it. I wanna listen, too!"
>"Pinkie, you don't need a mic for what's coming next."
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#206 | No.27761766
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>Be Anonymous
>You transferred to Canterlot High a few years ago
>Now you're here living in Equestriaville
>You work at a local pharmacy
>The job pays enough for you to keep your house and buy food
>As you were going downstairs to cook some bacon and eggs for breakfast, you hear the doorbell ring
>You walk over to the door and open the door
>A bright flash of light blinds you
>You cover your eyes and muttered
"Fucking Sun."
>"What was that, Anon?
>You focused your eyes to the person in front of you 
>She has blond hair and crossed yellow eyes
"Hey Derpy." 
>"I got a mail for you Anon!"
>She reaches in her bag to grab a letter
>She hands it to you
"Uh, Derpy... this is for Mr. Cake."
>"Oh, sorry 'bout that Anon, I just don't know what went wrong."
>God this girl is cute
>But isn't she married?
>And has a kid?
"How's Dinky, Derpy?"
>"BOO!"
>Dinky jumps out from behind her mother
>She's wearing her mother's hat, how cute
>"Did I get you good, Mister Anon?"
>You don't want to disappoint such a cute girl, right Anon?
"Yeah, you did Dinky... you scared me good."
>Wait, isn't it a Tuesday today?
"Don't you have school today, Dinks?"
>"Nope."
>Derpy finally hands out your letter and says in a cheery tone
>"Anon, do you have something to do today?"
>Now why would she ask that?
"Nope, why?"
>"Do you want to eat dinner with me and Dinky tonight?"
>The glimmer of hope in her eyes brighten more as you say
"Ok, Derpy," you say with a smile


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>"Hey Anon, wanna come on a camping trip with me and my friends!? I was hoping it would give all of us a chance to bond! *Imitating Sean Connery* Jayhmes Bond..."

>You accept the offer but somehow get stranded from the group.
>It's already been a few hours since you seem any of the girls.
>You're stuck here and you drank the last bit of water.
>Decide what would Bear Grylls do in this situation.
>Grab bugs to eat as your only food source.
>Piss on your shirt and wrap it around your head.
>Carve a wooden spear to defend yourself and hunt.
>It feels like an eternity since your last encounter with civilization as your humanity becomes something feral.
>See a bunny and kill it with the wooden spear.
>Make rabbit stew.
>Halfway through your meal you hear rustling in the brush.
>You move closer to see silhouettes and hear their voices.
>These fuckers are trying to steal your dinner.
>You grip your spear and chuck it at one of the silhouettes.
>Striking and piercing one of them in the leg.
>You hear a blood-curdling scream as the figure falls over, followed by shrieks of horror.
>"RAINBOW!" a familiar southern accent yells.
>Ofuk.
>"I think it came from there."
>You run back to your shelter.
>"Ah think Ah saw something move, this way."
>"Pinkie, Rarity. Carry Rainbow."
>As you finally reach your goal, you see that they got here before you.
>Fluttershy is on her knees next to your fire and the half-eaten bunny.
>"AANNGGEELL!!!"
>Sunset comes up to your face.
>"Anon, what in the actual fuck!? You were only one mile away from the campsite and in less than 3 hours you managed to put a spear in Rainbow and eat Fluttershy's pet bunny!"
"..."
>"Do you have anything to say for yourself!?
"I'm already a demon."


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>Testosterone in a syringe; that’s how I start this morning.
>A chill goes from my ass to my spine as the dark, murky liquid enters my system through a glute.
>Inhaling sharply, I throw the empty syringe away.
>A ravenous feeling, hungry—horny—passes over me in a suffocating wave. I break out into a sweat.
>Sporting a half-length boner, I rush out of the bathroom, through the living room, and into the gym, my home gym.
>I immediately pump out some reps on the Bench Press, and then do some Incline Bench Presses, Chest Dips, and two variations of Curls.
>I follow all of this up with some weighted crunches. Each exercise is performed with multiple sets of repetitions.
>Whenever I see myself in the mirror during rest periods, I smile and flex.
>My body is chiseled, stacked with muscle in all the right places.
>My erection doesn’t go away.
>After I complete my exercise routine, I take a quick shower and then begin my facial routine: apply cleanser, then lotion, and then add some foundation to make my face look smoother.
>After that, I use a darker shade of makeup to go around my jawline, making it look more defined, and thus, more attractive.
>Then, for the hair, I apply some minoxidil across the front of my scalp, specifically around the hairline.
>Can’t let the steroids make me bald, after all.
>Fifteen minutes later, I’m strolling down the sidewalk, clad in the standard purple blazer and dress pants of Crystal Academy.
>The blazer is stuffy as hell, especially now in the blistering heat of May—worse yet, it hides all my muscles and makes me look like some sort of gangly faggot that doesn’t even lift. Like the guy on the other side of the street. 
>I peek at the man, standing on the sidewalk across from me.
>Just by looking at this guy, I can tell he’s a massive, flaming homosexual who probably fucks his dog at night.
>He stands there at the edge of the sidewalk, checking his shitty watch, no doubt waiting for the bus because he’s too nonathletic to get off his fucking ass and walk.
>Now that I get a better look at him, he’s not skinny, but rather puffy—I can see the fat rolls through his black, cheap, shitty T-shirt, which is tucked into some atrocious looking jeans.
>His haircut is awful. He probably smells like shit.
>He sees me looking at him and waves.
>I grit my teeth and keep walking.
>Down a few streets and around the block is my destination: Crystal Academy.
>I make sure to put on my best womanizing smile as I weave through the students.
>None of the males are as juicy as I, nor as handsome. The females are no doubt wishing I was their boyfriend, instead of whatever beta-bitch they currently have.
>”Hey Anon!” a light, girlish voice calls out to me.
>A boy around my age slides in beside me and smiles. He’s an awkward, scrawny bastard who smells like shit, though I must admit his haircut is... decent.
>His skin is covered with acne and spots, and the bone structure of his face isn’t very appealing—these two things make it very hard to look him in the eye without cringing.
”How’s it going...”
>Forgot his name.
“...Dude?”
>Not kidding here, the faggot smiles, and slaps me on the back, though with how fucking big I am, it feels like a pitiful gust of wind.
>”Four-thirty, after school.” He slaps me on the back again. “See you then?”
“Sure. Later.”
>Fucking asshole.
>He nods, and then slips back into the crowd—surprisingly, he falls into the middle of two girls, and they giggle as he grins at them.
>He whispers something into one’s ear, and they both giggle again.
>“God damn, Anon’s such a fucking loser.”
>Reading his lips, I’m sure that this is what he says.
>And the girls laugh at him, screeching like chipmunks.
>I rage; what would that fucking faggot’s head look like on a stick? I could go over there right now, beat the shit out of him, and then show those two girls who the real loser is. Claim them as my own.
>Sweat begins to pour down my forehead. With a sharp breath, I force my head forward and head inside the large school building. My biceps are looking nice today.
>It’s after school.
>I’d say it’s been thirty minutes or so since the bell rung, and I’m making out with this hot babe in the second-floor supply closet.
>It’s one of my ex-girlfriends, Apple... something... doesn’t matter.
>Her tongue and my tongue interlock, my heartbeat starts to increase, as does my hunger.
>Fuck, I mean, we’ve been making out for so long in this god damn hot supply closet.
>I’m sweaty—my penis rages against my pants like a one-eyed beast. I slip a hand towards Apple-whatever’s ass.
>”Anon!” She shrieks, and then backs away from me, into the corner of the closet.
>I’m left standing there, hand in the air, sagging, its mission failed, when I remember why exactly this girl is my ex-girlfriend.
>I sigh, my dick deflating, and start to pick up my blazer when I feel a hand grip my shoulder which is, for your information, as hard as a rock. I make sure to flex it.
>”Wait, Anon, I’m sorry, you just...” She pauses, her voice more whiny and unattractive than I remember it being a few minutes ago. “You just have to give it more time, please, Anon...”
>I look at my blazer, and then towards my limp penis, towards the girl, my penis, and then back towards the girl. When I touched her ass, it was squishy—all fat.
“Of course.”
>After that little interruption, we start making out again, but this time my dick refuses to get hard, and the whole time I’m thinking ‘What a chaste bitch.’
>It only lasts a few minutes, and then we head outside into the hallway. Before we part ways, she gives me a kiss on the cheek.
>Does she think we’re a couple now? Who knows.
>I start down the hallway, thinking about the meeting with the girl I’m seeing.
>I go around the school a few times to lose Squishy-ass, up multiple flights of stairs, and then through a big metal door.
>That’s how I find myself on top of the school, surrounded by a chain link fence and a girl that’s obviously in love with me, sitting down on the only bench up here, positioned in the middle of the space.
>She’s already looking my way.
>”How’s it going,” she swallows, eyes darting to the side. “Anon?”
>Her voice, unlike that other bitch’s, is sweet, smooth, and doesn’t want to make me saw off my fucking ears when I listen to it. This girl’s name I can remember.
“Ah, Twilight! Sorry I’m late! Ran into a bit of trouble with Mister Crag.”
>The girl blushes and looks down, mumbling something incoherent.
>It’s obvious she’s in love with me—it’s pitiful how obvious it is.
>Flexing my biceps and my chest, making sure to look as masculine as possible, I make my way over to the bench she’s sitting at.
>I try to get a peek up her skirt as I pass in front of her, making my way to the other side of the bench, but alas, she crosses her legs.
>I hide my slight irritation with a smile.
“You look nice today, Twilight.”
>She blushes again, and then stutters, “T-thank you.”
>I make sure to slide in close as I pull out the topic of today’s meeting, a book. A fantasy one.
“So, what did you think of the cliffhanger, eh?”
>Of course, I didn’t actually read the fucking thing, I just googled some information about it.
>Reading the basic notes almost made me weep. I’d hate to think how boring it’d be to actually go through it.
>”It was... so... intense! I totally didn’t think that Matthew would be Night Striker all along!” She sounds so excited.
>I smile. Her bare thighs are really nice.
>I flex my abs.
“I saw it coming, you know? Remember?”
>She looks me in the eye for a moment, and then back towards the ground.
>“Oh... you did!” With a gasp, she looks back up in amazement. “I remember, it was—”
“Third chapter,” I say, slowly nodding in satisfaction. “The way Matthew talked to Jonathan at dinner. It was obvious to me.”
>For a brief moment, I consider giving another one of my ‘predictions;’ to say that Jonathan dies at the end, that his kids take up the sword which leads to the second novel, but I see Twilight’s thigh again, and I restrain myself.
“Great chapter. You didn’t read ahead, right?”
>”Of course not!”
“Sorry. Just making sure. Code of Honor and all that jazz.”
>Talking with this woman is weird.
>She’s clearly borderline autistic, or maybe full-blown, with the way she stutters and almost falls apart when I get too close to her.
>Every conversation I have with her has to be about this boring, tear-inducing book, or she’ll just end up stumbling over herself and start looking like an idiot.
>Maybe that’s how anti-social people gap with normal people? Staying in their own ‘territory?’
>I remember my first attempt at talking with her—she literally ran away.
>I laugh aloud at the passing thought, and then Twilight looks down, embarrassed.
>”Y-You that part was... funny?”
>Fuck.
“Um, yes. I thought it... had a lot of comedic value, you know?”
>I’m suddenly aware of how skinny, how faggy, I look in this uniform.
“Especially the part... near the end.”
>She gives me a strange look, and then intertwines her fingers, face reddening from, no doubt, looking at me.
>We talk about the book for a few more minutes, about how the main character will react to a plot twist.
>About when the romance will really start going—she starts stuttering at this part—and how the main character’s family will play a role in the story.
>It reminds me of history class.
>There’s a pause in the conversation. At this point, I’m barely keeping my eyes open and my head upright, and I have to keep tapping my foot against the ground to keep myself from drifting away into sleep.
>I’ve had the same smile on my face for about ten minutes now, and face muscles are starting to ache—does it look strange? I wish I had a mirror now.
>”Uh...”
>I flex.
“Twilight?”
>My voice sounds a little tired, a little strained, but it doesn’t look like she notices.
>I run a hand through my hair.
>”See you.. tomorrow?”
“Yeah.”
>This isn’t how this would happen in a movie. She should’ve waited a bit longer, and then asked with less awkwardness in her voice.
>I hold back a cringe. Is my hair okay?
>Before she gets up, she freezes, staring at me, totally in love with me.
>Once again, I try to get a peek up her skirt, but it’s too damn long.
>At least I get a good view of her thighs as she almost sprints across the rooftop as if she were running away from something.
>I flex my right bicep and then touch it with my other hand.
“Nice.”

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>Ah, Canterlot.
>It's been a while.
>9 years, to be more exact.
>You've been to college, got your degree, and now have a steady, relatively high-paying job doing something you love.
>You're on vacation right now and decided to visit your old stomping grounds.
>As you pull up to your parent's house, you realize just how much the city has changed.
>Gentrification is a hell of a way to revive a city.
>Opening the door to the old house, you breathe the familiar scents of your childhood home for the first time in years.
>You have the house to yourself, as your parents are having their own vacation in the Bahamas and won't be back until you're gone.
>You head up the stairs and to your old room.
>It's just the same as you left it.
>Your parents never enter here, except for the occasional cleaning.
>You suspect your time in this room will be short as well.
>You don't plan on spending your vacation cooped up in your room playing video games all day.
>As nostalgic as that might be, there's an entire city out there for you to see.
>You leave your bags in your room head back outside.
"Wonder how the Cakes are doing?"
>You can't help but wonder out loud at the current state of your favorite local sweet shop.
>...
>There it is.
>The happy-looking building still sits there, same as it ever was.
>You stroll into the building, pure nostalgia flowing through your veins.
>Memories come back to you, of a simpler time.
>You almost miss the voice calling out to you.
"Hmmwaa?"
>The young woman at the register simply gives you a smile and repeats.
>"I said you look really glad about something. Just received some good news, sir?"
>You shake your head and smile back at her.
"No, just remembering something."
>You scoff, shaking your head.
"Look at me, going on like an old man."
>The girl just smiles, though it seems sincere.
>"Don't worry sir, I know what you're talking about."
>You pay for your order and take a seat at a booth next to the window.
>It's all but empty in here right now, but you like it that way.
>The girl brings you your order, and you go through it without much thought.
>Afterwards, you remain at your seat, looking out the window.
>It's started to rain, and the wet road reflects the lights on the numerous buildings on the street. 
>A strange sense of peace and sadness begins to creep through you as you stare at the small disturbances in the reflections as raindrops disturb the pools gathering in the street.
>One reflection in particular catches your eye.
>A person, hunched over and wearing the most threadbare and thoroughly ratty-looking coat you've ever seen trudges down the sidewalk.
>As you continue to watch their progress, you see them look up for a moment to watch for approaching cars before crossing the road.
>In that moment, you see the flash of peculiar, multicolored hair.
>Hair that you know could only belong to one person.
>That couldn't possibly be Rainbow Dash, could it?
>Canterlot High's superstar athlete and amateur rockstar?
>The person you see now seems as far away from the image of the Rainbow of your high school years.
>But there's no mistaking it.
>That face and that hair could belong to no other person.
>You sit there, frozen like a deer in headlights until she turns the corner.
>Having broken free of your temporary trance, you quickly leave Sugarcube Corner and follow the path Rainbow took.
>Turning onto the next street, you see her disappear down an alleyway.
>Please God, you think to yourself, don't make this into what I think it is.
>You continue your pursuit into the alley.
>You don't see her anymore, and at the pace she was going, she couldn't have possibly reached the other end before you got here.
>The sound of your boots and the rain landing in the dirty puddles are all you can hear as you continue to walk down the alley.
>Passing a dumpster, you nearly miss the makeshift shelter prepped against it.
>So this is where she lives now, huh? Good God...
>You crouch down to be able to peer into the shoddy little hut, and see her sitting inside, eyes closed.
>Yep, definitely her.
>You do quick once-over of her clothes.
>What you thought was a coat was actually just a ratty ass zip-up hoody, the faded letters "CHS" nearly blending in with the dull blue surrounding it.
>The jeans were just as bad.
>Torn, faded, and the wrong size.
>Somebody must have given it to her because she wouldn't have bought something like that of her own free will.
>"Well?"
>The sudden words startle you.
>"Do you want something or are you just gonna stand there and stare?"
>She hasn't opened her eyes, though her face now has a look of annoyance.
"I'm sorry, it's just that, you look like somebody I know."
>Her eyes open, and when they see you, they widen.
>"A...Anon?"
>You give her a small wave.
"It's been a while, hasn't it?"
>She opens and closes her mouth several times, searching for something to say.
>"But... why?"
>Why?
>"Why are you here?"
>You scratch the back of your head.
"I just saw you a while earlier, and..."
>"And what?"
>The sudden hostility in her voice takes you aback.
>"What could you possibly want from me? To talk to me? After years of silence? Or are you just here to laugh at me? Oh haha, look at Dash, she wanted to be a professional sports player, she wanted to be in a famous band and now look at her, sitting in a cardboard box in a dirty fucking alley!"
>She's practically shouting now.
>"Oh, I know, maybe you thought since I was poor and homeless that maybe I'd turn a trick for a meal and warm bed?! Well fuck you, Anonymous!"
"T-that's not what I—"
>She lunges at you with surprising speed, grabbing your collar.
>"That's not what? Tell me, because I'm having real hard fucking time believing you're here just for a chat with an old friend. Friends don't just show up out of the blue after abandoning their friends! Friends don't leave friends alone! Friends don't... friends don't leave friends alone..."
>She let's go of your coat, the fire having left her eyes.
>"Just go, Anon. I don't want to see you."
>...
>You lie in your bed, thinking over Rainbow's words.
>"Friends don't leave friends alone..."
>Where was everyone?
>What happened here?
>...
>The answer should be obvious.
>Life happened.
>Everyone just... drifted apart from each other.
>But you had no idea things were going to end up like this.
>Even if you did, what you have done?
>You have your own life, could you can't drop everything to fix someone else's problems, right?
>But Rainbow's your friend...
>She put herself into this position, she has no one to blame but herself.
>You don't know that...
>You heard what she said, she doesn't want to see you.
>The people who refuse aid are often the ones who need it the most...
>What could you even do to help, you aren't going to be here forever!
>Every little thing helps...
>What's stopping you?
>You suppose you could start by finding the old gang, but who knows where they all are now.
>You never were one for social media, and you don't remember the password for your old accounts.
>You could try asking around, there's bound to be someone you recognize around, hell you just found Rainbow walking around.
>That's it!
>Applejack's family farm, she at least should still be around.
>Leaping out of bed, you scramble to write up a to-do list.
>1. Find Applejack
>2. Find everyone else
>3. ???
>You'll make it up as you go, but at least you know where you're headed for now.
>With that done, you lie back down.
>You're going to have a busy day tomorrow.


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>Rarity gives you this look, telling you to describe your deepest darkest fantasy about her. She doesn't care what it may be and just wants to hear from you what you really, really like.
>"I know you fantasize about me, Darling." She softly hums to you. "And I... I just would like to know what it is that goes on in your... special dreams about me." Her mouth gently twists into a lip bite.
>She seems eager about this.
>Rarity won't judge you and is willing to encourage whatever it is you desire to do with her.
>She adds: "Give me every single solitary detail, Darling. Hold nothing back." Her eyes glowing and cheeks blushing.
>It doesn't even have to be fingerbanging under the gym bleachers this time, it can be literally anything your mind can imagine.
>Doesn't even have to be realistic, just literally every possibility and non-possibility imaginable.
>No limits, just dreams. No worrying about plot holes or restraints on one's physical abilities. No common sense, no fears, nothing like that.
>Rarity wants anything your mind can imagine. Go crazy with it to your heart's desire.
>What is it that you tell her?

"You sure, Rarity?"
>"Yes, go ahead Darling, don't hold back." Rarity says seductively.
"Alright..."
"Well basically I dream of me and you doing a standing anal full nelson on top of Mount Everest while you have anal beads and an octopus inside your pussy and you're squirting and screaming while I keep fucking your ass as hard as I can. Then I before I cum I turn Super Saiyan and bust a nut that rips through your insides with such a force that it gets Sweetie Belle pregnant."
>"Uh-um... Well, Darling, that sure sounds l-like fun..." She says in the most nervously confused manner.
~~~
>You sent a love letter to your crush, telling her to meet you by the statue in front of the school
>You spent a long time writing it, and you're sure she'll love it
>You're waiting, when you see her
>She's ecstatic, a huge smile on her face, your letter clutched to her chest
>With tears of joy barely held back, she tells you that yes, she would love to go out with you, that she was waiting for this moment for the longest time
>But there's just one thing
>This isn't the girl the letter the meant for


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>*Brrring*
>It's the last bell of the day.
>You just walked out of gym class with your friend Rainbow Dash.
"You want to come over and play some MKX?"
>"Yeah man, I just have to meet with Coach Spitfire to talk about the soccer team first. I might even get to be captain of the team."
"Okay Dash, see ya later and good luck."
>As you walk home you realize you forgot your phone in your gym locker.
>You rush back to school and head your way to the boys locker room.
>As you get closer to your destination you heard some strange slurping of some kind near the storage room.
>You decide to investigate it by sneaking around the area like Solid Snake and reached the point of the noise.
>The door was open by a crack and to your surprise you see Spitfire sitting on a chair with her pants down and shirt open with Rainbow Dash's head between her legs.
>"If you want to be the Varsity captain you got to go farther than that."
>Rainbow Dash's head goes deeper into Spitfire and she grabs a handful of her hair as a response and suppresses a moan.
>"Ahh~ there you go kid, you'll be captain in no time if you keep that up."
>Your boner is now hard enough to cut bedrock.