Title:           GreentextSavant - 17 tiny stories
Author:          AlexanderGrey
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/GKX8Mgmu
First Edit:      Friday 17th of March 2017 12:05:17 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Friday 17th of March 2017 05:56:14 PM CDT

Prologue/prompt to Rocks and Trees and Stuff
 
>Pinkie Pie keeps telling Fluttershy that she should be excited to go with Maud and her nature group into the deep woods.
>They meet with the others in the parking lot. Grouping together at the edge of the asphalt.
>Treehugger, Sweet Leaf, Fluttershy, Maud and Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy watch Gloriosa approach them.
>"Welcome campers!" The leader announces. "I'm sure you all remember me from summer camp last year! Erhm... the good part, but still, I'll be your tour guide for our deep woods experience."
>Fluttershy starts to shiver and nervously look around.
>Gloriosa warmly smiles at her. "Aww, what's wrong? It's going to be fun."
>"Yeah, Fluttershy!" Pinkie Pie agrees. "You should have been there during the last one! Treehugger told you about how we all crossed the river, did she?"
>"Um..." Fluttershy's eyes dart back and forth between Gloriosa and Pinkie in search within her mind for something to say.
>"Ohh, I remember that..." Sweet Leaf recalls. "I think I learned how to swim that day."
>More back and forth banter happens, and Fluttershy kind of just shies away into the back of the group as they get started, carrying everything they packed for the multi-day long trip.
>Maud is already starting to point out to the groups what part of the woods they are in solely by the types of rocks that are nearby.
>Fluttershy prays to herself that they will find a place to set up camp before it even starts to get a little dark outside.
>Her legs are already starting to get tired. She starts to regret letting Maud, Pinkie and Treehugger talk her into this, but says nothing.
>The chirping of the birds starts to become more frequent and surrounding as the group passes over a couple of hills. Exploring even deeper into a part of the woods where none of them have gone before.
>They always choose a brand new spot to retain the feeling of mystery and adventure.
 
Continued: [story yet to be written, paste coming soon one day]
 
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CONTINUATION OF ARIA PROMPT AGAIN JUST STOP THIS ALREADY PLS
>>28971570
>It's time to fucking panic.
>Slip your pants on and text back with the most frantic fingers to Adagio.
>But your phone starts buzzing before you can send the message.
>She already texted something back. And it's an image.
>The thumbnail says all, your eyes grow wide and your asshole clenches in shock.
>Adagio sent you a picture presenting herself to you, her tiny lavender blouse thingy the only thing on covering pretty much just her shoulders.
>Everything else is bare, and she has her legs spread in the picture with a caption saying: [How strange. I guess I got better. Wanna meet up tomorrow? :^)]
>Stare at her sleek petite body in the picture for 127,000,000,000 hours before getting a text from Aria.
>[Why do you want me to drive Sonata to Taco Bell?]
[Nevermind, that was supposed to be to Adagio.] You respond before sending her the same phallus photograph. [Sonata told me there's a sale or something right in the middle of our thing we were doing. Oh, and I didn't sent the dicpic to her thank da lawd.]
>You can already tell that Adagio is going to want to keep this a secret from Aria.
>The girl is ALPHA AS FURK.
>[Ohh that's what they've been yelling about! It makes sense now. It's really been annoying me, especially since I can't tell them to pipe down because I'm... naked right now.]
>She send another message before you can type another one.
>[Also, ooh la la~] The reply to the pic you sent reads.
[Id like that.] You think about Sigmund Freud for no relevant reason a half second. [Can I have a pic of your head handles again?]
[Sure~ lemme go get the sexy windex.]
>Adagio texts you again.
>[Stunned, Darling?] Adagio sends you a picture of her ass this time.
>You could only read that in Rarity's singing voice for some reason.
[I... I... s-ure I'd love t-to come over, m'lady! :D] You are roleplaying now. [What time tomorrow?]
>Adagio replies. [High Noon, cowboy~]
>...
>The next day.
>Last night sure was upbeat, and not in the fun way.
>You get dressed after masturbating to Aria's picture and zoom out the door with a bagel in your mouth to suffice for a breakfast.
>Try not to break any speeding laws on the way over to the Dazzlings' house.
>Another text comes in, from Adagio's number.
>[You coming, baby?]
>Take a look at the clock. It's 11:55.
>Text her back the pic in >>28976731
>Make it to the house and get out of your car.
>Based on what Adagio told you last night, the other two girls were supposed to go somewhere else today.
>She's here alone.
>Happily knock on the door with an irreversible giddiness bubbling within you.
>You're almost giggling.
>The door opens and Adagio's hand beckons for you to enter. Her hand is the only thing you see, heightening the seductive feel to the moment.
>Her finger curls you towards her as the door is closed, revealing Adagio in a robe.
>"Well well well..." Adagio greets you in a low, sultry voice. "Looks like we got a drifter here."
"It's high noon." You meme.
>Adagio grins as she locks the door and gestures for you to follow.
>BEAU GESTE.
>You enter the living room alongside the siren, finding her two sisters sitting on the couch waiting for you. Completely naked, each of them.
"Wh-what?"
>Adagio slips out of her robe, revealing that she too is naked. "It's high noon indeed."
>The Dazzlings all corner you against the coffee table and start stripping you naked to join them.
>You are WAAAY more okay with this at first. Grabbing onto Aria's handlebars on the sides of her head.
>Getting a stable grip as the other two Dazzlings hold you down as Aria hops on top of your rock hard cock.
>Pretend you're rising the girl like a motorcycle as she rides you back.
>Riding eachother. Spraying sexy windex on eachother.
>"Yeehaw!"
End.
 
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RESPONSE TO ANONYMOUS STRANGER ON INNERNET:
>>28977065
>>28977087
>>28977101
"Huh. Well you're completely right."
>"Wh-what?" Sunset feels her heart skip a beat as your eyes turn even colder towards her than those of her friends.
"You really should have remembered. How can you say you take this relationship seriously if you don't even remember when it started? Am I just a trophy for you? An excuse to say 'hurr I have a lover and he loves me very very much'."
>You walk behind her.
"We made a vow, Sunset. A very VERY serious and important vow that would never be broken. And that's the part that I'm angry about."
>"Wait! What do you mean." The tone of Sunset's voice itself is desperate to reverse this.
"You see, I understand that accidents happen, but this isn't the context in which that would be the case." You continue. "You see... I know what you did."
>"What I did?"
>You're making this up as you go along. And you have no idea why.
"I know you've been with Flash, Sunset. And I'm not talkin-"
>"What?! No! That's not it at all! I broke up with him before I ever even met you!"
"Let me finish. I'm not talking about when you were going out with him a long time ago. I saw you with him just a couple of days ago."
>"That's not true! I haven't talked to him in ages! You're getting the wrong idea!"
>Why can't you stop yourself? Is something controlling you?
"What, do you want me to tell your friends not to worry about it? I mean... you didn't say a word to me until after they gave you "dirty" looks. I'm starting to think that you're only worrying about yourself here. Your own reputation with me."
>"I'm telling you because I love you!"
"You say that, but i don't think I believe you, let alone love you back."
>Those words strike Sunset like an arrow, and not the kind that cupid fires.
>It hits Sunset right in the heart, piercing her soul as you do everything you can inside to try and take this back.
>But no other words come out except for what you don't want to say.
"Do you want me to kiss you or something?"
 
Now what do? (End on my part, by the way, it was for someone else to continue like how the last guy had it.)
 
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Some weird Fluttershy Story:
>>28983689
>>28983636
Ten out of ten. Very dank meme. Here's a sqeakquel.
 
>Be Anon the Anonymous Anon.
>It is a dark and stormy night.
>You're at home, reading a magazine with the rain outside pitter pattering the window.
>You hear a noise in the corner of your nearby kitchen. But you don't care enough to investigate.
>That funeral was so many weeks ago. But it was lovely that you got a chance to fulfill your weird ass fetish before that girl was put into the ground.
>Waaaaay too lazy to dig and all that shit.
>Like, lol no. fuck that.
>But then you set your magazine down and realize something.
>THEY BURIED HER IN A PET CEMETERY.
>Oh shit!
>All of the windows break at once and hundreds of dead dogs, cats, hamsters, gerbils, lizards, chipmunks, goldfish, frogs, squirrels and rabbits invade your home.
>Spring up from the couch and make a run for the door, but you're cornered and have to jump over them to make it to the stairs.
>Ewwwww~
>Run up the stairs only to find a swarm of dead birds and flies blocking the path to your indoor tomato garden.
"Shitshitshitshitshirt!"
>Jump back down to the first floor through the open bannister part of the second floor, but a dead bear catches you and all of the dead animals cheer.
"NOOOOO!" You regret buttering Flutterbutter's buttered butter with your cream cheese.
>The animals rip your clothes off and proceed to take turns fucking you to death and forcing you to join their ranks.
>They then trap you in a cage and take you all the way over to the pet cemetery.
>There, Fluttershy waits for you in the middle of a Tower Of Silence™, only mostly decayed now even though it's been weeks and she should be a spooky skeleton at this point. (At least that's how I think that works based on timelapse videos I've seen ((don't ask)) ).
>"I am Queen Nepthys! The Egyptian Goddess of the dead!" Fluttershy tells you, then somehow kills you again even though you are already dead.
>She kills you so hard that you die to death.
 
 
 
 
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Flash Story:
>It was a cold and rainy night, and Trixie was staying after school for some reason.
>She sat in her desk and played card with herself because lonely or something idk.
>She heard a noise down the hall from the classroom, and instantly got scared because she was alone in the fucking school on a cold and rainy and snowy night.
>It was January, by the way. Fuck that month, but it'll do.
With her heart beating out of her chest, Trixie locked the door to the classroom to protect herself. Whoever it was started to approach the door that closed a bit too loudly.
>The doorknob is dismantled and Flash Sentry entered the room ZOMG FUCK FLASH WORST STORY EVER. >:((((
>Trixie couldn't put up a good fight because Flash had Chloroform or however that word is spelled.
>She drifted awake once more to find herself tied to a pole against the gym bleachers, ropes around her body and her skirt tucked upward to reveal her underwear.
>Trixie screamed, but it was muffled. Flash Sentry walked up to her from a bouncy castle and started honking a tricycle horn at her.
>Trixie was confused, but remembered how she liked tricycles when she was a kid and started to become intoxicated from the sound.
>Like Novocain at the dentist or something idk you think of an analogy lmao.
>Flash then fingered Trixie because it's near the gym bleachers but not under it and not Rarity, but close enough.
>Flash got all the girls now, so this is how you know it was before the SciTwi era.
>Trixie smiled and laughed as Flash's bicycle charm set in and she was all happy, not scared of the spooky night school anymore.
>Flash was just trying to make her conquer her fear, and Flash is the big hero of this story.
The end, close enough idfc.
/character limit
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Fluttershy Prompt:
>>29008897
>Gentle waves washed up along the shoreline of the nude beach.
>The human mane six made themselves comfortable, setting down their belongings.
>Almost all of them stripped naked to put on their sunscreen and some went into the water. Except for Fluttershy.
>She sat there and only stripped down to her swimsuit.
>Rarity was sitting next to her, and looked over to ask what was the matter.
>Fluttershy answered that she wasn't going to take her swimsuit off because she was too nervous, and that she was sorry that she was missing out on all of the nude fun.
>Putting her arm around Fluttershy, Rarity asked if Fluttershy was considering changing her mind and actually wanted to get naked.
>Fluttershy told her that she just didn't have the bravery to take all of her clothes off in public.
>Twilight put her book down and assured Fluttershy that there was nothing to worry about and that they were more than willing to help her.
>They started picking at the back of Fluttershy's swimsuit. Fluttershy began to shiver and scoot forward, but the other two girls held her still as the knot was undone.
>The thin straps over Fluttershy's shoulders fell to the sides, and Rarity pulled the bikini top away from Fluttershy's heaving breasts, starting to squeeze them and kissing Fluttershy on the cheek.
>The two already naked girls told a shivering and giggling Fluttershy that they were there for her, and moved their hands to her waist.
>Slowly pulled the bottom of Fluttershy's bikini around the girl's hips and down her thighs.
>Fluttershy felt the cloth get pulled past her feet as she had her eyes closed.
>Rarity and Twilight lie down with Fluttershy and started lathering sunscreen onto their hands, soon spreading it to Fluttershy's bare body.
 
That's a bit of a prompt. Someone else can continue this.
 
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Title: Sweetie Belle's spooky nights.
>Usually in the Spring, Sweetie Belle always wanted to sleep in Rarity's room so she wouldn't be alone.
>She'd ask her sister this every day, but would always get a no.
>"Why not?! You always let me stay in your room during the holidays!" Griped Sweetie with a pout.
>Rarity sighed. "Because it was cold, then. Winter's over now, and you're old enough to go on off the sleep on your own. I'm sorry, but I can't let you sleep in my room every night."
>Sweetie never understood why Rarity would never let her do it in the spring.
>The conversation would always end with Rarity half promising to let Sweetie sleep in her room, only planning to tell her no later on.
>But the reason why Sweetie Belle wanted to sleep in Rarity's room was a bit different than one would expect.
>Sweetie believes that her room is haunted.
>Almost every night during the spring, Sweetie wouldn't be able to sleep due to the fact that there was always a loud thumping coming from the attic; through the ceiling right above where her room was.
>Not giving it any critical thought, Sweetie automatically assumed that it was a ghost.
>She lied in her bed with the covers up to her mouth and kept from screaming as the repetitive thumping would occasionally grow louder and faster.
>Never really found out why Rarity didn't want her to be staying in her room over the spring days.
--Meanwhile in Rarity's room.--
>Rarity waited every night, silently standing by the door.
>It was usually a few minutes before her boyfriend would arrive. They greeted eachother with a kiss and quietly headed up to the attic, hoping not to wake Sweetie Belle, whom they assumed was asleep.
>Rarity's boyfriend would lay his girl down on her back and the two would undress eachother.
>He'd mount her and cause the attic thumping.
>And then one summer night.
>Uh-oh! Those summer nights!
>Rarity was feeling particularly hot that day, and was thirsting for her guy to come over and quench her needs all day long.
>Even Sweetie Belle had noticed a change in her behavior. Rarity seemed really preoccupied with things.
>She hadn't even asked her sister to sleep in her room this time around; she never did once Summer comes on.
>The day turned to night quite late into the evening with the late sunsets.
>Sweetie Belle walked on up the stairs to her bedroom after it was time for her to go to bed. She wasn't in school, but had nothing else to do anyway.
>Applebloom and Scootaloo were busy.
>It soon came to the point where Sweetie Belle would sit in bed and listen to her parents talk downstairs, with Rarity occasionally joining them.
>The air conditioning turned on and off, only startling Sweetie Belle the first time it make it slight bang from the basement below.
>But it wasn't the basement that Sweetie Belle was worried about.
>She eyed the ceiling with the covers up to the ridge of her nose. Imagining the worst of the worst things.
>It was only a couple more hours before she started to hear noises that sounded like there was a ghost walking around up there in the attic.
>The girl ducked under the covers and made herself comfortable with distracting thoughts, but the obligatory thumping soon started up.
>It started pretty quickly this time.
>Rarity must have gone to bed at this point, so it's not like Sweetie can head on over to Rarity's room without disturbing her.
>That didn't end well the last time she interrupted her sister's beauty sleep.
>This lasted for a few more minutes. Sweetie Belle felt as thought she could handle this night that was turning out to be mostly like any other night she would hear the thumping.
>But then a new sound made the hairs on her neck stand straight up.
>A low, prolonged moan creeps through the ceiling and into Sweetie Belle's room just as the girl was closing her eyes to sleep.
>It was breathy, almost exhausted, but sounded like it was coming form a hungry beast that was just dying to gobble its prey whole.
>Sweetie involuntarily sprung out from her bed and found herself running over to Rarity's room with her own screams filling the halls.
>She screamed as loud and as bloodcurdling as she could, making sure everyone who could save her would hear.
>The light in her parents' room was the first to come on... then the light to the attic stairs.
>Sweetie Belle turned to look in sudden confusion, still screaming for her family to help her.
>Down the stairs tumbled Rarity, undone nightgown and all. She had tried to button it up, but rushed when she heard her sister screaming as though a creepy man from the streets was chasing her.
>The older sister hit her head on the stairs, soon realizing that Sweetie Belle was standing in the middle of the hallway, completely alone.
>"Sweetie Belle?" Rarity was too dizzy to even keep herself balanced, and her boyfriend came lumbering down the stairs momentarily afterwards. "Sweetie, what's wrong?"
>"Rarity? Why are you naked?" Sweetie asked as she wondered why on earth she just came down from the attic with her boyfriend.
>Rarity shrieked and covered herself up. Her boyfriend went back up the stairs to tuck his dick back into his pants then come back down.
>Sweetie might have been young, but she soon pieced it together where that thumping was coming from.
>"Who is that boy?" Sweetie and Rarity's father asked in a loud voice as the boy came back down the stairs with his face more red than a bottle of ketchup. "What are you doing here?"
>The boy, unsure of what to do in response, lets his natural instincts kick in and makes a run for it.
>Luckily for him, the second floor hallway window was open. But unluckily for him, the driveway was right below that window.
>...
>And ambulance takes Rarity's boyfriend away.
End.
 
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Title: Something something fit dash
>Every time you would exercise, Rainbow Dash would tell you that she'd let you have sex with her if you could beat her in a race.
>The problem is, she's fit as fuck and you're a lazy shit who sits around watching TV all day. She beats you with ease every time.
>You have a feeling that the only reason she's making this bet is because of how confident she is that she'd win anyway.
>Every single time, Dash slips into her little sports bra before racing you. She'd tease you with her slim, toned body with nothing but the sports bra and spandex shorts being worn on her body.
>Making you want this more than just "so badly".
>But that sleek body is the very reason why you're not going to get a piece of it when you race Dash.
>She soon starts to order the races where she starts right in front of you, and you're supposed to chase her.
>If you catch her and tackle her to the ground, she is your little plaything for the next hour or so.
>But she always outruns you. And it soon comes to the point where you both graduate college and go your separate ways.
>...
>Three years later.
>You've been fucking p i s s e d that you never scored with RD.
>Been frequently lifting weights and exercising ever since for no real reason other than disappointment in yourself.
>Some Christmas party happens.
>You and RD are reunited for the first time in a while there.
>Turns out she's gotten lazy after college and gained a little weight.
>She's not fat, just... thicc.
>T H I C C
>RD gets drunk of eggnog and challenges you to one last race. Same rules and everything.
>As you await her outside, she struggles to fit back into that tiny little sports bra. The spandex shorts barely conceal her ass, and the former athlete walks out of the room towards you.
>You stand there and watch her bouncy cleavage jiggle before you with each step she takes.
>With each... drunken stumble she takes.
>She starts off in front of you with her ass raised into the air. You pray that you won't trip over your boner as you catch up to this girl.
>You have gotten fucking S H R E D D E D ever since you finished college. Not only that, but you can run a mile in under five minutes now.
>You're fit as fuck nowadays.
>The word "go" spills out of Dash's mouth, and you generously give her a two second head start before sprinting after her at a hihg speed.
>Catch up to her in like negative a million seconds and tackle her to the ground.
>Trap her under you and start feeling up her soft, fleshy body. Dash is visibly shocked that this is happening to her.
>You fondle your way under her sports bra and pull it up and away from her voluptuous breasts. You yank her spandex shorts as far down her curvaceous hips as you can with one tug.
>This girl now has the body of a thicc woman. And you're about to make love to this body with your own.
>Whip your erect dick out and point it towards RD's now exposed pussy, ready to thrust inside and feel that thing hug your shaft from all sides like you've wanted for so long now.
>RD's tummy starts to rumble, and you see something pop out of her vagina.
>It's an egg.
>The eggnog is taking its toll.
>Like a god damn gatling gun, RD's cunt starts to fire out thousands of eggs per second at your dick, pelting it to a pulp and propelling herself away from you with the force of the eggs rushing out so quickly.
>She grows chicken wings and starts going "buck baGOCK! BAGOCK!"
>Rainbow Dash takes off into the sky from the sheer force of enough eggs to supply HowToBasic for ten million years. The whole town is overrun by a tidal wave of eggs.
>Every bowl in town is filled with eggs.
>Dashie has to eat all the eggs. But she doesn't because she's the chicken god now.
The end.
>10 years later.
>You have been eating a lot of the yolk from the eggs because they're good protein and RD has been ruling the heavens ever since she ascended into her godly being.
>You never thought you would be able to compare to her. Not with those... UNF! Giant fucking chicken wings.
>Fucking M.A. Larson tier wings.
>Even your own beefy arms couldn't match up.
>You tried defeating Dash one time, but she wasn't having it. She flappity flap-flapped you away with the power of her divine winds.
>You fell to the gRound and went into a coma for 40 days and 40 nights.
>After that, you started to take advantage of the rainbow eggs that RD was lying around in her lair after she trapped you there after defeating you.
>She kept you as a puppet, but you've been learning your way around here and getting stronger.
>You feel the power of egg protein flowing through your veins and getting G A I N S.
>GAINS, MOTHERFUCKER!
>After painting some art onto the cave wall with your piss and semen, you start to carve your way out of the place all secretly with your bare hands.
>Chipping through the rock makes you stronger and increases your G A I N S.
>You become barbarian-warrior-tier buff by the time you carve out your own sitting room / den. At least twice as shredded as before.
>And the egg protein is only making your ripped body grow.
>Rainbow Dash's godly genes is helping you become build like an ancient greek god.
>You soon feel the compulsion to challenge Rainbow Dash to a wrestling match.
>But wait...
>After you challenge her, she just uses her fucking wings to F L Y.
>She can fly and you can't. Too heavy with G A I N S.
>Like a pidgeon over a car, she flutters over your head and shits on your hair, moistening it enough to snip it off with a pair of scissors.
>Be Sampson from the Bible.
>Shrink down to the state of a skinnyfat manlet.
>You couldn't reach RD before she did this because your gains were too thicc.
>She chops off your head.
>The end, again.
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S e e n t e n t G r a v a x t !!YL6hEWhx+gn Wed 21 Dec 2016 11:33:49 No.29102574 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29109415
I'm too tired to not sleep past midnight after I inevitably pass out this upcoming afternoon. I don't even know what I'm about to type, I'm just making it up as I go along. Pic related, though.
 
>"Stop stalling and enter my bedroom, I need your seed flooding my womb."
>Zecora leads you through a door made of beads, and backs you up against a bed.
>You were never told what it was that qualified you to be paired up with this woman for breeding. But here she is.
>"Come on, now... take a seat. I cannot wait to feel your meat." Zecora towers over you, hands firmly on your shoulders.
>And she pushes you downward, which you're not strong enough to stay on your feet against.
>Your ass hits the foot of the bed, and the amazonian-statured woman leans in to kiss you.
>Find yourself on your back and under her in seconds. Her hands nimbly pick apart the front of your pants.
>Feel your dick fling out and hit her abdomen with a soft whack.
>"I see you have considerable size, this should be good exercise."
>With one gradual motion, the woman slides herself further over you until her chest lightly smothers your face.
>You let out a deep breath, finding with your lips her nipples that have already started to slip out of her dress.
>Zecora's voice vibrates her chest against you as she speaks. "Go ahead, my love... enjoy all you desire. Let my body fuel your fire."
>Your pants are slipped to your ankles, and the woman perches herself into a position where your head finds its way between her thighs.
>She grinds atop your waist a little before letting you slip inside, making her dress fall off of her body.
>"Let us make the beast with two backs. All the way until you climax." She takes her arms and pulls you up against her in a bear hug.
>Humps you from on top; the feeling of your dick enveloped within her grinding body is irresistible.
>You start cumming.
"It's the Nutshack! It's the Nutshack!"
The end.
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>Flash Sentry the mashed potato man sits down with his family on Christmas day.
>He unwraps presents, soon finding a mototcycle under the tree. Flash used to wonder what Christmas would be.
>"Until you and your freinds showed me." Flash said to the main six in his christmas thankyou letter.
>It's a motorplane motorcycle.
>Flash holds onto it and loves it like a brother he never had.
>Marking his territory all over it by smearing his mashed potato coated hands all over it. Claiming ownership of the motorplane.
>But he is about to discover what christmas is really all about.
>A light shines through the living room window and the walls melt away.
>Motorcycle music starts playing.
>Three flaming beacons of light give way to a dark chasm below Flash's feet, and her hops atop his motor thingy to start riding through the 90s.
>Commercial music starts playing over elevator music that starts playing.
>The elevator music plays because Flash's opponents are going d o w n.
>Timber Spruce is taking a stroll through the woods trying to figure out a way to carve a wedding ring for SciTwi.
>He steps on a chipmunk and Flash Sentry pops out of the bushes with his face lathered in mashed potatoes.
>Timber is scared and runs away, but Flash Sentry runs after him with his motorcycle in his hands and whacks Timber Spruce accross the head with it.
>Timber falls down, and SciTwi reaches out calling his name going "TIMBERRRRR!"
>And then Timber sptuce lands on like five more chipmunks that are rushed to the hospital where they all get better but Timber doesn't because screw Timber amirite?
>Flash takes his hand and shoves Timber spruce into a go cart and runs him around the woods in a motorcade.
>"I show you the world!"
>Timber chatters his teeth as Flash grows a gotee and starts singing a whole new world to the 1812 theme playing in the background.
>Gloriosa adores it and marries Flash 20 times over and has like three kids with him.
>It's a whole new world.
>Eggnog is nice.
End.
The end.
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TWILIGHT IS A NICEPOSTER (For /nst/)
>Twilight slips her headphones on as the music is already playing.
>Classical violin music, nice an mellow for the digestion of the potato chips.
>Twilight reaches into the bag and jams a few potato chips into her mouth as she lightly head-bangs to the lively movement of the musical piece.
>She licks her lips, ready to begin.
>With a bottle of whiskey right next to her on her desk.
>Only one shot glass, but one is all she'll need.
>Twilight turns on her computer from sleep mode and goes to [insert board name here].
>Spends her time picking out a thread; some threads are more reaction fertile than others.
>Oh, look at this. A brand new one that was posted about five minutes ago.
>The image and description are perfect, Twilight leaps into action.
>She begins typing. [Oh, I agree with you, OP. None of the characters really match her personality. She has the most colorful and wide range of emotions that you can clearly see in the show.]
>And of course, right after Twilight posts what she did, there are a few other anonymous individuals agreeing with the OP post as well, telling them how insightful their post is.
>Everyone says such nice and relatable things to one another, soon strengthening the circlejerk of the thread.
>Someone replies to Twilight's post.
>[Glad to see you have the right opinion here, friend.]
>Twilight pours some whiskey into the shot glass and downs in in a heartbeat.
>She got her first reply of the night.
>The thread soon gets more and more posts, and Twilight continues to post more and more things herself.
>And the anonymous individuals posting in the thread as well like what she is saying.
>They all start to collectively reply to her in agreement, and Twilight does the same thing back for them.
>Taking a shot every time she gets a reply.
>The thread is filled with love and joy as Twilight agrees with the other anonymous individuals again and again.
>Letting her smile grow wider each time she gets another really positive reply.
>And her vision starts to get a little blurry, but she can still see the words on the screen okay.
>But then, Twilight brings up something no one had before... something that everyone in the thread just KNOWS is worth talking about regarding this magnificent character.
>Character arcs.
>The replies start flooding in for Twilight, sometimes two per minute.
>[OMG yes! Her character arcs are something legendary!]
>
>The hugbox begins to buzz with warmth, and Twilight hugs herself as a prolonged reflex.
>Twilight can't help but giggle in between the shots she takes, munching on her potato chips all the while as the crunching mixes with the shredding violin solo singing into her ears.
>At the end of the night, Twilight ends up passing out from being drunk. The music still playing through the headphones.
>She doesn't wake up until the following afternoon.
>Watching the thread still going as her head throbs from a hangover.
>It was worth the aching. They're so happy.
To be continued...?
 
I'm so sorry, I just had to write this one. The idea was just too cute in my head.
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For /nst/: Stale Icecream.
>"Do you think ice cream goes stale?" Twilight asks with a puzzled look.
>SciTwi glances over to her. "What do you mean by stale? As in surpasses the expiration date?"
>Twilight looks down at her little cone of ice cream.
>The odd greenish color nearly makes her turn away, but she did ask for a mint flavored one. But it's a little strange how this shade of green seems too... murky and... grassy colored to match the mint tint she's used to. Her watermelon one tastes strange as well.
>"More like, if you leave food out for too long." Twilight continues.
>"Well we'd know if this was left out of the freezer for too long. We'd be drinking it like soup if that were the case." SciTwi answers.
>"Yeah, but... does this look like mint to you? I don't think it's bright enough."
>"Good point. Looks more like the color of a clover leaf or something." SciTwi observes before looking back at her own ice cream cone. "I'll admit, these banana and strawberry flavored ones doesn't taste too great either. Maybe something went wrong regarding the initial ingredients."
>"Doesn't it taste kinda... bitter but still sort of good?"
>SciTwi nods. "Yeah, actually. What gives?"
>They both look at their ice creams, completely confused at not only their colors, but now the overall shapes.
>But they've been licking these things for a while now, so it's no surprise that it would have significantly eroded by now.
>The two sort of pass it off as nothing to worry about.
>Meanwhile, around the block and inside of a basement, magical sparkling can barely be heard behind a metal door.
>Along with passionate moaning.
>In the basement room, futa Fluttershy, futa Pinkie Pie, Futa Gloriosa Daisy and futa FemAnon sit in four chairs with magical auras encompassing their erect cocks.
>With a spellbook open on a table between them, opened to the page titled "Voodoo Ice Cream".
>Cute little licking sensations continue on their tips and shafts.
>"I creamed." One of them says.
The End.
 
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AND THAT'S WHERE CENTAURS COME FROM:
>Fluttershy whispers into the night air, the wind soon following the direction of her breath.
>...
~
>Applejack needs to take care of the livestock.
>She always gets up at sunrise and goes about a morningly routine of checking the chicken coop, milking the cows, all that stuff.
>But there's something different about the overall atmosphere in the barn on this morning.
>The pigs and cows are making some peculiar noises for this time in the morning, or any time of day for that matter.
>Applejack soon recognizes the mating calls, and scratches her head in sudden confusion.
>It's still January; Spring isn't for another couple of months.
>She finishes cleaning the chicken's den or whatever the hell it's called and heads over to the last cow to milk.
>It leans into her as she tried to slide around it and get to the udder.
>Applejack is briefly pinned against the wall before breaking free.
>"What in tarnation?"
>Outside, the wind picks up.
>The sound of it somehow reminds Applejack of what Rarity told her before.
>The wind.
>The breeze brushes up against the barn, and something about it seems to spook the animals, making them go crazy.
>But Applejack soon realizes that they aren't spooked, but something quite the opposite.
>The cows and horses break through the little wooden fences inside of the barn. Heading towards Applejack.
>They grab her arms and legs with their mouths as the pigs and chickens come in.
>Applejack can't break free, and starts to yell as the chickens peck away at the buttons on her shirt and the denim of her skirt.
>The larger cows and horses hold her against her will as her clothes are slowly dismantled. Applejack is made nude, soon pushed forward and bent over by the overwhelming muscles of the larger animals.
>A horse stands over her, lowering itself on top of her and jamming its erect cock up her vagina.
>It thrusts pretty hard, cumming in seconds.
>And that's where centaurs come from.
 
The end. Only doing one post because this is weird.
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>>29317103
Here's is a very short idea about the EQG versions of Shimmer and Glimmer; they've never been to or heard of Equestria.
 
>Sunset and Starlight grew up in the same neighborhood, houses next to one another.
>They became friends quickly, partook in activities together quite often and soon grew more and more fond of eachother as time refused to stop going on.
>Sunset and Starlight found themselves getting older faster than they wanted to. They wanted to stay young and have fun with life for a little longer.
>But school, and eventually jobs came into play. It... blocked play. Prevented it. Ended up completely replacing it with nothing but W O R K.
>It was so depressing to find out how life really turns out to be once one gets older. And having nothing much to do in real life anymore, Sunset and Starlight turn to the internet for entertainment.
~
>Fast forward to the present day.
>The two girls made a channel on YouTube a couple of years back. to hopefully make some money off of ads playing in the videos.
>Currently, the channel "SunLight" has over 5 million subscribers.
>Sunset and Starlight used their friendship to become closer over the years. Today, they are dating eachother. Completely unaware of their Equestrian counterparts.
>The YouTube channel is nothing more than daily "Vlogs" about unimportant things. Nothing really requiring of talent, but the two have managed to rake in enough money from it to no longer need jobs outside of the internet.
>They have officially become YouTubers. And they have more time to have fun once again. And their YouTube careers become a boring chore as a result.
>And as a result of that, the quality of their content plummets, despite being pretty low before.
>But their online personas show their boredom and lack of enthusiasm. The views are less than a fifth than before; people lost interest... and now their channel is one of those trends of the past.
>It comes to the point where they begin to need jobs in real life again due to the low amount of money they're making. It also dawns upon the two how getting a real life job was more of the right thing to do rather than being a YouTuber.
>They become disgusted by what they were doing before, and try to find a way to develop legitimate skill and talent to make money they actually feel like they deserve.
>One day, Starlight comes up with an idea.
>"You know that money we still have left in the account?" She suggests.
>"It didn't go below a thousand dollars yet, did it?" Sunset asks with a worried tone.
>"Not yet. But I just thought of something. What if we just travel the world?"
>Sunset hesitates. "You mean like, pioneers or something?"
>"Yeah!"
>It takes a couple of hours, but Starlight eventually talks Sunset into it and convinces her to use a chunk of the money for plane tickets.
>And so, they embark on their journey to multiple parts of the world. Sunset find the trips to be more enjoyable than she imagined. They go from Canterlot (wherever on Earth that would be) to South America first.
>It turns out that they give free singing lessons over there, and Starlight and Sunlight take up the offer.
>They end up becoming really talented singers over there and begin to write their own songs, documenting their experiences on their YouTube all the while.
>They travel to Africa and Europe, Asia and Antarctica. Soon doing shows and livestreaming them on YouTube. Their music project, SunLight, ends up being a really big success.
>The duo gets rich from this, and their YouTube channel grows exponentially to the point where it becomes an actual business.
>After touring the world, Sunset and Starlight hit the bars of so many different places. They begin to have more fun that they ever thought hey would have. The times just got so perfect for them after becoming international entertainers.
>One night, at a bar, Sunset and Starlight are feeling particularly amorous and want to try some kinky new things.
>What is it they do when they go up to their hotel room?
 
This one was continued as another story as a collab with the one where Trixie is a comedian.
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TURN OFF THE STAIRS:
>Trixie sits alone in her beach house, on the sofa of her living room.
>Her eyes murky red; her mind intoxicated with recently eaten brownies.
>Special brownies.
>No one has told her this, but Sweet Leaf and Treehugger put an extra ingredient in Trixie’s brownies she was planning on eating as a method to calm her down on this vacation.
>An hour later, here she sits.
>Staring at the blank wall as though it’s a TV screen with the best things ever watched blaring into Trixie’s eyes. She soon… eventually finds the remote that was already in her hand and manages to switch on the TV.
>It’s five o’ clock.
>Right at this moment, Doctor Who is starting.
>Trixie’s squinting eyes do their best to widen in surprise as the girl slowly realizes what she’s watching. It’s like… Doctor Who.
>She turns on the DVR, going on to record the intro of the episode with the light tunnel thingy at the beginning.
>The actual episode starts up, and Trixie wants to go back to the light tunnel. She plays back the intro again… and again… and again.
>In real time, the episode itself ends, but Trixie is still playing the intro over and over again, pretending she’s on a roller coaster in space. More entertained than she was when she watched a regular show while sober.
>About three more hours go by, and Trixie is still playing the same intro again, taking herself on a journey. Meeting some friends along the way and fighting the anti-time-lords alongside them.
>Imagines an entire series of her own in her head where she becomes time itself and has to defend herself from space and quantum physics and other stuff she’s heard about but doesn’t understand a lick of.
>The only reason Trixie was alone was because everyone else had evacuated because of a hurricane coming in. Trixie, Sweet Leaf and Treehugger completely forgot because they got high. The other two girls reside in their own beach house, doing lewd things but that’s another story.
>The power eventually goes out, and Trixie believes that the anti-time-lords have extinguished the sun with the water from the theoretical bathtub that Saturn could float in. She gasps in absolute horror as the darkness imprisons her.
>Needs to run upstairs to her room for safety.
>Too dizzy to make her way up the stairs.
>Trixie begins to cry, feeling hopeless as the thunder and high winds sound all around the beach house. The rain bombards a side of the house, falling almost horizontally.
>But Trixie feels something in her hand.
>It’s the remote control!
>Her only weapon.
>She presses the power button and points the remote control at the stairs.
>Turns off the stairs.
>Now she has easy access to the second floor.
>She falls asleep on the stairs with her head spinning with utter intoxication, never making it to the top.
>…
>Next day.
>Trixie wakes up in her bed with a headache.
>But it turns out that there never even was a hurricane to begin with. Trixie isn’t even on a vacation; she was in her room at home the whole time.
>And she ate those brownies she made for herself, just to see what it was like; it all comes back to her now.
>Damn, that was some strong stuff, yo.
 
The end. Don't care whether or not this was good, just had to get the idea out.
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SECRET ENDING TO TRIXIE'S VALENTINE:
Here we fucking go.
>Valentine's Day soon rolls around, and Trixie keeps the little half heart thing with her because it just means that much to her.
>She gets ready to do... things with herself as the daylight fades in and Valentine's Day begins.
>But she notices something peculiarly different about the mirror in her room.
>It appears to have been replaced with a fancier mirror, one that almost looks like its face resembles the surface of the mirror portal to the pony world in front of Canterlot High.
>This confuses Trixie, but she nostalgically holds the heart figurine up to the mirror anyway because she's that desperate to give herself a good time on this day.
>But something strange happens when the heart makes contact with the mirror.
>The surface glows, and soon enough, the Trixie from the Equestrian world comes stepping out of the mirror.
>She meets eyes with the human world's Trixie right away, and stands there with love striking her heart.
>She's been doing this exact same type of thing the other Trixie was doing for Hearts and Hooves Day.
>And now here they are... both in human form. Staring eachother in the eyes, having planned to have fun with their reflections while pretending it was clones of themselves.
>"Uh... hey..." The Trixie native to the human world gasps as her legs begin to shake.
>The Equestrian Trixie repeats the same greeting, starting to eye her counterpart up and down.
>They both begin to blush heavily as they realize what they are now capable of doing.
>Each Trixie steps closer to the other, taken away by the fact that they are now feeling actual warmth in what they embrace.
>The door to Trixie's room is already locked.
>Hands are sent onto not-so-unfamiliar bodies. Trixie already knows how to undo all of her own clothes, making it easier for her and her lover to undress eachother.
>They furiously kiss and embrace as though they never intend to let go; and they might as well never do so anyway.
>Trixie directs Trixie over to the bed, plopping down with lips still locked and eager hands pulling shirts and skirts up.
>Trixie's tongue in each mouth doesn't feel foreign at all, their breath doesn't seem to be registered by their brains.
>Nothing tastes different when they deeply kiss to the point of swapping saliva. It's as though Trixie is licking the inside of her own mouth from the outside.
>It only makes the comfort more solidified for both of the girls.
>The heart shaped wooden figure lies on its side on the nearby desk, now together as one piece.
>Trixie and Trixie hug hard and rub their chests against one another as their kissing refuses to break for anything.
>Breasts mash up against one another, hands travel behind bodies to squeeze round ass cheeks.
>Moaning is exchanged between the two girls as they feel themselves up against eachother. No longer having to consider a mirror being between them.
>Their body heat fuses as the clothes are moved out of the way. Trixie reaches between the other Trixie's lets, her fingers knowing EXACTLY where to go to really get things going.
>She isn't surprised to feel the same thing happening to her.
>She welcomes it, leaning herself into the other Trixie and spreading her legs, surrendering herself to her clone as the two roll around on the soft surface of the bed and enjoy not only themselves, but eachother.
>Shaky breathing turns to quivering moaning as fingers slide deeper, fondling enough to get themselves coated more and more in moisture.
>The two Trixies grow really flushed in the faces, and do their best to last as long as they can.
>Valentine's Day soon rolls around, and Trixie keeps the little half heart thing with her because it just means that much to her.
>She gets ready to do... things with herself as the daylight fades in and Valentine's Day begins.
>But she notices something peculiarly different about the mirror in her room.
>It appears to have been replaced with a fancier mirror, one that almost looks like its face resembles the surface of the mirror portal to the pony world in front of Canterlot High.
>This confuses Trixie, but she nostalgically holds the heart figurine up to the mirror anyway because she's that desperate to give herself a good time on this day.
>But something strange happens when the heart makes contact with the mirror.
>The surface glows, and soon enough, the Trixie from the Equestrian world comes stepping out of the mirror.
>She meets eyes with the human world's Trixie right away, and stands there with love striking her heart.
>She's been doing this exact same type of thing the other Trixie was doing for Hearts and Hooves Day.
>And now here they are... both in human form. Staring eachother in the eyes, having planned to have fun with their reflections while pretending it was clones of themselves.
>"Uh... hey..." The Trixie native to the human world gasps as her legs begin to shake.
>The Equestrian Trixie repeats the same greeting, starting to eye her counterpart up and down.
>They both begin to blush heavily as they realize what they are now capable of doing.
>Each Trixie steps closer to the other, taken away by the fact that they are now feeling actual warmth in what they embrace.
>The door to Trixie's room is already locked.
>It's so passionate they way they keep on kissing. Trixie lets herself fall back onto the bed as the other Trixie lands on top.
>She holds the other tightly, wanting to feel her weight upon her until the end of time.
>And the two are almost crying from happiness.
>Not even another minute passes before both of the girls are completely naked, and begin to mess up the sheets of the made bed with their squirming around.
>The movements mostly caused by each other girl. They stimulate one another with their hands and lips.
>Wanting to see which one gets a rise first. And it can be heard in the frantic panting from each girl. Welcoming their arousal taking over all of their thoughts and actions.
>Legs lock, and Trixie takes her Valentine by the hands and holds on for balance. Watching her beautiful body glisten more by the minute with sweat.
>Their lips kiss, while the two girls meanwhile mash their faces together and stick eachother's tongues into the other's mouth again.
>The feeling overtakes Trixie... and then Trixie... and it draws them even closer together in a loving bond that heats up the surface of the bed and pulls the sides of the comforter out of the crease it was tucked into.
>It isn't long before wet sounds can be heard coming from between the nethers of the two girls, and they accompany a bunch of passionate moans that couldn't be held back no matter what Trixie did to pretend her mind and heart weren't going crazy.
>The moment would have lasted longer had Trixie and Trixie not given in to their excitement.
>The rub against the other with more feeling and meaning, maximizing the effect the most they can.
>Not caring how moist the bedsheets slowly become in one spot.
>Not caring if they used to want to hold back. This needs to peak NOW.
>It's so urgent that it's something that should have happened when Trixie first came into existence as anything.
>At the exact same time, almost as though there as still a mirror, each girl throws her head back as the climax takes them together.
>They howl up at the ceiling and lose the support they had on their arms that held them up from falling back onto the bed.
>Both girls are so heavily out of breath that their ribcages start to hurt.
>After a following night of fun, Trixie and Trixie fall asleep within the comfort of one another's arms.
>They snuggle under the covers with the widest smiles on their faces.
>Sighing with absolute satisfaction, a feeling they have been dying to feel for what feels like forever and ever.
>The night is spend with them dreaming together, peacefully lying in bed as sleep keeps them in its hold.
>So quiet inside of Trixie's room.
>Until the chirping of birds soon gradually wakes the girls up.
>They yawn, groan happily for a couple of minutes, then go back to cuddling. It's Saturday morning anyway, they can sleep in for as long as they want.
>When the time finally comes, they get out of bed and eat breakfast together. Making themselves and eachother their shared favorite meal.
>Making it just the way they like it, and twice as much so both girls can have as much as they usually do.
>They then go back up the stairs and silently stare at the mirror.
>Trixie goes into her closet and pulls out an extra blanket. And so, she covers the mirror, not intending for it to be used any time soon.
>Both of them get back into bed.
>It's the 15th, but every day is Valentine's day as long as Trixie is together with herself. She will always love herself.
>The two Trixies lie in bed all day long and watch cartoons from like the 90's or something on TV in Trixie's room.
>The air gets warm as the sun shines in.
>And after a little bit more time of spending the moments with herself, Trixie finally catches up to where she needed and wanted to be in life.
>...
>Trixie lies on her side in bed, smiling with her eyes peacefully closed.
>Praying that this dream lasts forever.
 
The End.
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THE UNFAIR FAIR
I'll make an exception this one time and do a one-poster.
>SciTwi and Moondancer have always been rivals at the science fair.
>Always trying to outdo eachother.
>And ever single year, Moondancer got the short end fo the stick in placement.
>SciTwi would get first place and Moondancer would get second place.
>So... that's probably not much of a rivalry right there, since a rivalry would imply that they are something close to equals.
>Despite that, Moondancer does come close to SciTwi in numerical scores, so this could actually be considered a rivalry as one interprets it as such.
>These kinds of technicalities have bothered Moondancer so much that she just can;t take it anymore.
>She is planning to create a spacial project this year, something that will BLOW TWILIGHT AWAY.
>This year's subject is creating mini volcanoes at the science fair on the spot and letting them get judged by the judges.
>Like how they used to do in elementary school, but more sophisticated and advanced.
>Moondancer starts to put all of the forbidden chemicals into the volcano thingy.
>She's getting ready to show the other girl whom the real winner is.
>Twilight isn't going to win this time around; Moondancer has had enough.
>...
>The day of the science fair comes.
>Twilight meets her rival at the table next to her own.
>She gives her the usual "hello" and "good luck".
>But she can tell that there has been a change in Moondancer's behavior.
>That look in Moondancer's eyes... so challenging.
>By the time the competition starts, the judges watch closely to what the contestants are putting int o their volcanoes.
>No one knows that it's about to get fukken Yellowstone up in here.
>Moondancer already knows that SciTwi is going to win the judges over with her super duper cool tech and stuff.
>Time's up and the judges start judging.
>Right as they proclaim Twilight first place, Moondancer activates her volcano.
>The entire room fills with a foamy blast.
>...
>Moondancer gets expelled the next day.
End