Title: /d/emona and E/mlp/ concoct a plan Author: Anonymous Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/em4W7VkG First Edit: Thursday 1st of October 2015 11:29:33 PM CDT Last Edit: Thursday 1st of October 2015 11:29:33 PM CDT Things were really getting hectic in the 4chan House, with the new guy around. Ever since the previous owner of the apartment complex sold the place just a week prior, it had been a wild ride of fires, faulty wires, and even some new hires in the janitorial staff. But the biggest news – one that shocked everyone, when they had heard of it – was the new arrival.   “/aco/, the Adult Comics board, is now moving in! This is a place for Western-style 2D/3DCG adult content, so if you've got any of that laying around, it's going to have to move into the new board's room! This is a trial board, but we're going to enforce this shit HARD! Repeat – all Western-style 2D/3DCG adult content goes into the new board's room! Make way!”   Janitors and apartment moderators screamed this notice up and down the halls, charging into the rooms of boards that had even a hint of what was quickly being called 'Gaijin Contraband'. Even boards that didn't have anything to do with pornography were under scrutiny, forced to open their doors and let the hot-pocket-crazed cleaners rifle through their belongings.   This didn't bode well for Demona, and she knew it.   “Fuck, fuck, FUCK! How the – what the fuck!?” Growled the tentacled tittilagniac, pacing circles inside of her cum-scented abode. She shoved vibrating boxes and earmarked magazines out of her path with a leather-clad foot. “I didn't even know /co/ hid something like this from me! Where did this even come from? Fuuuuuuck...”   A beleaguered Emily watched Demona from the warmth and comfort of an unmade bed, clad only in a fedora and a smile. “W-well, I don't think it's a problem, right? I mean, it's not like they're going to just kick you out. You've got so many fetishes that only Japanese people like, so you'll be f-fine.” she quipped.   Stopping in place, Demona willed her tentacles to form a chair before taking a seat. “I don't care about any of that. I know that they're not ballsy enough to touch all of my shit, and the things that they are going to take will just come back on their own, anyway. But there's two things that bother me about this whole thing, y'know? First off...”   She paused to take a breath; the stress was starting to get to her. As she did so, the tentacle-chair wriggled forward, writhing its way so that Demona could touch her guest's hand with her boot. “The fact that I didn't have a say in how this went down is dumb. Before she was made, Western stuff was my deal, and I'm worried that I'm going to have hot pockets come into my room for months to look for my Western stash. That's going to be a pain. Second, there's going to be the whole issue with the first move, since I know they're going to find stuff. I'm going to have to find a place to lay low for a while. Of course, there's also -”   “Mom? Mom, can I come back out of the closet yet? My tentacles itch, here...”   Demona's eyes glanced to her closet door, from which a young child poked her head out. The young child that was supposed to be /co/lette's, and a sweet girl that shouldn't have been involved in all of this. Out of desperation, Demona had hidden her and made sure that the other boards would cover for her while she figured out what to do, but… “Not just yet, Deetlette, mommy and Miss Emily are still talking.”   The little girl let out a soft whine of protest, but she ducked her head back inside and closed the door. Her concerned mother looked back to Emily, stroking one tentacle to calm herself. “She's just a kid. I do my best not to have her see any of my /d/eviancy, but this is a whole 'nother story. Where am I going to send her? How am I going to take care of her? What's going to happen if she gets taken away because she's 'not western'? Emily, I'm just…”   It was a difficult situation, to be sure. With the sounds of mops and the dings of microwaves encroaching upon her doorstep, there wasn't much time left to think about it. “If only there was some place to hide her in.” Emily murmured. “Some place where she could be safe and still be watched over by you. M-maybe you could both hide there until this all blows over?”   “Psh. Good luck with that. The mods are checking all of the boards that even have a hint of western porn. The only places they're not checking are boards that only do porn of real women, like /s/andrah and /h/aley; places that just don't get enough traffic to warrant searching, like that one black kid's room with all the flash shit on it; or blue boards. I'm not going to let my little girl be exposed to those two sl – women of the night. I'm not about to let her stay with some stranger that I don't know. And Teej is nice and all, but I wouldn't exactly trust him with kids. Well, not ones who aren't teenagers, apparently. I'm running out of options here. I need...”   “Why not come to my room?” asked Emily, raising her hand to catch Demona's attention. “I mean, I-if you're going to go somewhere, why not go where you're welcome, right?”   “We've got a lot of f-fetishes that we have in common, and some people still think I'm a containment board. They wouldn't think about you or Little Dee coming into my room if we disguise you with some p-pone stuff, right? Maybe a Cutie mark on you, and some rainbow paint on her tentacles… yeah! I think we can do that! Why not, right?”   Emily sat upright, the bounce to her chest matching the sudden bounce in her heart. She reached over and grabbed Demona's hands, twining their fingers together and staring her titular, tentacled companion in the eyes. “Let's do it! I'll dress both of you up like some OC pones – I'm sure you can morph the clothes perfect on your body – and we can sneak out while the janitors look for us!…” Just as quickly as her eagerness had sparked, it began to die, and Emily turned her gaze to the floor. “I mean, um, unless you d-don't want to.”   Demona was at a loss for words. The handholding alone was enough to make her blush, but what Emily was saying, and what she was willing to do… “Do you know what you're saying right now? I mean, I don't want you to get in trouble with your own mods. Emily, I don't think that you understand what this means. There's going to be mods hounding us down for weeks, maybe months. It's going to be a trial of hiding us from guys who don't have lives. Are you sure you want to - “   The fedora-clad woman shot her gaze right back up, squeezing Demona's hands affectionately. “I'm sure. And I know it's going to be okay, because I'm going to do it for the best date in the world. Deetlette's icing on the cake, what with her being the cutest Cutie Mark Crusader in all of Equestria!”   F-fuck. If things weren't so tense, that would have caused Demona to just jump Emily right then and there. “...okay. I – yes. Okay. I don't know how I can repay you for this, Emily. Thank you.”   “Well...there is one thing.” “Yeah?” “My tax is one cuddling session per hour.”