Title: crap i posted in other threads Author: AnalPlugAnon Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/UkLK1tuW First Edit: Tuesday 24th of January 2017 11:26:27 PM CDT Last Edit: Last edit on: Wednesday 15th of February 2017 09:50:19 PM CDT stuff that isn't a story but that I don't want to lose.  potential story ideas?  probably edited to make myself look better   prompt: >Principal Momlestia spent years collecting all the girls' DNA to see which has the genes for Anon to pass on. >She soon found out that the only woman that could do it is her own sister. >"I'm not having intercourse with my nephew Tia, that's disgusting." "Relax Lulu, there should be no birth defects in the first generation.' >"But it's wrong Tia!" "You seem to not get the message. You. Will. Give. Me. A. Grandchild. Like it or not."   response: >A combination of bullying, references to childhood shame as blackmail, and desperate begging lead up to this night >You, aunt Luna, and a bottle of wine. >...two bottles of wine; your aunt's already downed the first one while your mom was making you "extra sexy" for Luna >Turns out that your aunt has a bit of a goth streak in her from her teen years that just never went away >You're surprised at how red Luna's face turns when she sees you with your black eyeliner and clip-on lip ring >"Say it!" your mom hisses from the closet door >You sigh "Let's make this night last forever."   ------------------------------------------------------------   prompt: >"Anonymous, sweetheart, what are you doing looking through that old photo album?" >"-NOTHING!"   post: >"Oh, look at me!" >Celestia - aka mom - caresses her picture-self's face while rubbing her own cheek with the palm of her hand. >"I was so young. God, I'd nearly forgotten about the pink hair." >Aunt Luna drops her head onto your shoulder and leans against you. >>"I think I remember when we got this taken, Tia," says Luna, flipping through the photo album a few pages to see if there were any more related photos, "Wasn't this around my 350th birthday?" >Celestia "mmm"s in the affirmative and starts digging in a nearby box for more photos. >"That was right around the start of your goth phase, wa-" >>"Tia," cries Luna, gripping your shoulders tightly, "Why would you say that in front of Anon!?" >Celestia turns her head to hide her devious smile. >"I don't know what you're talking about. Lulu," she purrs, fingering a newly-found dusty album, "Don't you want Anon to know about the time we had to burn your black leather pants-" >Luna lurches forward and nearly knocks you over. >>"No no no, hold your tongue!" >"-because you wore them for three weeks straight and the smell wouldn't come out?" >You successfully hold back your laughter, but the shaking of your shoulders clues aunt Luna in pretty well. >She falls off of you and lays sprawled out on her back, groaning and covering her bright-red face with her hands. >There's dead silence for about five seconds, and then- >>"Your mother used to rub cake all over herself when she masturbated." >Your gleefully snickering mother stops laughing and freezes in place. >A flush creeps up the neckline of her shirt. >The tense silence is held once more until- >"There was a 50 year period of time where your aunt used to dye her pubic hair blue." >Aunt Luna sits straight up and glares at Celestia. >>"Your mother once pierced her nipples with copper studs, and it turned them green!" >This goes on for at least an hour. >You learn many things about Celestia and aunt Luna that you wish you never had.   >You are Anon, and it's been nearly an hour of watching your mother and your aunt yell dark and lewd secrets back and forth like a bizarre and perverse game of tennis. >"Why don't you tell your nephew about how you would NEVER leave the castle without your moon-themed vibrating buttplug!" >>"Why don't YOU tell your son that you keep his old underwear in a ziplock bag and sniff them when you masturbate!" >"Hey! Hey, Anon! Luna here used to sneak into people's dreams and have sex with them! Her bed always stunk of FISH!" >>"Oh yeah? Nephew, the reason your mother breastfed you until you were 7 was because she was insecure about her bust size and didn't want them to shrink when she was no longer lactating!" >Luna grabs her tits and jiggles them in your direction. >>"I might have been the 'little sister', but I always had the fattest tits in the kingdom!" >She jiggles them extra-hard and leans forward towards you. >>"Aren't the magnificent?!" >Face red from both anger and embarrassment, your mother marches over to you and plants herself right on your lap, straddling your legs. >"Shut up, Luna! Anon thinks my breasts are best! The best!" >She rips her shirt off and thrusts her chest forward, shoving your face in between her tits. >"See? See?! He thinks they're amazing!"   >The one-upmanship continues until they start arguing about who kisses the best (tested on Anon, since neither of them would ever admit that the other was a better kisser); who gives the best handjobs; who can take a cock deepest down their throat (again, Anon was brought in to help judge); who has the tightest pussy; who has the most fertile womb >"See? You see?! My tits don't get as sore as YOURS do!" >Celestia jiggles her naked, swollen breasts at her equally naked sister >Flecks of milk spray from her dark nipples get on the bed the three of you now share >"How're those 'fattest tits in the kingdom' doing for you now?!"