Title:           Week43-Week51 - GreentextSavant (fucking hell, man)
Author:          AlexanderGrey
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/jjCBdACG
First Edit:      Wednesday 8th of March 2017 06:16:33 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 8th of March 2017 06:16:33 PM CDT

It took me like 45 minutes just to find all of this and paste it here in one thing.
 
NOW I GOTTA PICK OUT EACH INDIVIDUAL STORY POST BY POST FROM WHAT I PASTED FROM THE ARCHIVES AND PUT THEM INTO NEW INDIVIDUAL PASTES
 
WELL GEE MAYBE I SHOULD STOP WRITING SO MANY NEW GREENTEXTS BECAUSE I CAN'T KEEP TRACK OF THIS SHIT ANYMORE
 
WOW THIS IS GONNA BE S O F U N
 
Z O M G
 
Art 1:2 !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 07 Mar 2017 20:28:54 No.29628714 ViewReport
>>29628705
>There's a hugs smile on her face as Starlight finds Trixie's trailer after a ling hike.
>Her rational side wishes to turn back, but some... other rational side knows to stick with the stupidly horny side and knock on that door.
>Starlight is shaking with fear and excitement in her boots. Her knocks are hesitant and impatient at the same time.
 
Curse you ,2,000 character limit.
 
Sex scene up next. Not sure when I'll make a pastebin for this, since I have yet to organize any of the other dozens of stories I haven't put on there yet.
Art 1:2 !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 07 Mar 2017 20:27:53 No.29628705 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29628714
>>29628701
>And she could not have gotten ready any faster in the morning.
>Springs out of the chair upon the phone ringing.
>Doesn't even hide the fact that her voice is high-pitched and flustered.
>Masturbating to the sound of Trixie's voice on the other end, and Trixie only indulges in the moment.
>"Better hurry. Don't wanna miss that flight, do we?" Trixie teases, licking into the phone again.
>"Uuuuhhh... mmmmhh..." Starlight rolls her eyes back in ecstasy, but stands up to use her free hand to dress herself. "I... need you... so badly."
>Trixie giggles and waits for the sound of Starlight's front door shutting in the background before hanging up.
>Starlight couldn't hang up on Trixie if she wanted to.
>She's anxious to see her friend during the whole plane ride over. Trixie apparently made arrangements and pulled some strings to get her a ticket.
>There is an overwhelming part of Starlight that doesn't want to go through with this.
>She felt the effect of Trixie's spell, and it's doing nothing close to fading away.
>But the more Starlight thinks about Trixie, the more comfortable, yet anxious she becomes.
>Comfortable that she has such beauty in her mind, populating her thoughts. But anxious that she's not in Trixie's arms yet.
>She CRAVES it.
>It's dangerous to think this way, but Starlight welcomes the danger since it feels so good.
>She tries to keep her breathing as slow as she can before the plane ride ends, and she is the first one off the plane.
>The warm air flows through Starlight's hair, every little breeze reminding her of Trixie.
>Being in the same place as her, breathing the same air, uplifts Starlights spirit to the heavens.
Art 1:2 !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 07 Mar 2017 20:26:51 No.29628701 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29628705
>>29624949
Thanks. I appreciate someone reading this even though it's just pointless filler to suffice my stupid need to write every day.
>>29624014
>Starlight can't control her arm.
>She presses the phone up against her cheek, and lets Trixie's licking assert itself onto her skin.
>The spell falls even more powerfully over her because of this.
>What on earth is even going on?
>"So..." Trixie whispers right up against Starlight's ear through the phone. "What do you know about Trixie's success so far?"
>"Not nearly enough." Starlight can't breathe evenly, falling to her knees with her free hand cupping her crotch to squeeze herself to somehow calm herself down.
>"Trixie will arrange for your flight to leave tomorrow morning. How about you look Trixie up in the meantime?"
>Now reaching under her pants with her eyes glowing a bright magenta, Starlight collapses even further to her side.
>How did she become so moist all of a sudden? There's definitely something that Trixie's doing to her.
>On the other end, Trixie smiles wider as she hears Starlight's thirsty whimpering. She knows where her hand not holding the phone is.
>The girl licks her lips. "Trixie will see you tomorrow." She hangs up.
>But the effect on Starlight only grows stronger.
>Starlight races to her computer, nearly hyperventilating with her fingers stroking her pussy under her pants.
>Goes to google and immediately searches for Trixie.
>She pulls her pants down and watches sever of Trixie's music videos.
>Heating up and touching herself to the thought of that Trixie being on top of her.
>All night until she falls asleep in her chair.
>But all the while, Starlight discovers what it was that Trixie has been doing all this time.
>Something she had hoped Trixie wasn't doing.
>And Starlight knows that she's the only one genuinely close enough to the girl to do anything to stop her.
>To turn Trixie away from controlling others.
>...
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Art 1:2 !!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 06 Mar 2017 22:38:04 No.29624014 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29628701
This is where the Starlight and Trixie shenanigans start up.
>>29617653
>"Hello?" Trixie speaks softly into the phone's mouthpiece, knowing what her super powered voice does to people.
>Right away, an oblivious Starlight Glimmers falls under the spell of her friend's enchanted voice.
>"T-Trixie?" Starlight answers in just a befuddled way to let Trixie know that she has her under her thumb already with just one greeting word.
>"Oh, Starlight! Trixie hasn't heard from you in ages!"
>Trixie's voice continuing does things to Starlight.
>She begins to feel funny.
>Like she suddenly started going through the most awkward phases of puberty again, despite the fact that she's in her 20's.
>"Trixie really missed you after all this time."
>Starlight's heart warms up at the thought of Trixie thinking about her. Her mind gets caught in the snare that is Trixie's voice on the other line.
>"I-I m-missed you... too..." Starlight blushes heavily and crosses her legs.
>She's shivering, now. But continues speaking to Trixie.
>"I've a-always wanted to know what y-you've been up to these days. You were always my closest friend..." Starlight fights the stuttering away. "Like... my very closest friend."
>Her hear's audibly pounding.
>AUDIBLY.
>The phone nearly slips out of Starlight's hand. Her palms are already sweaty.
>Knees weak, arm-WE GET IT!
>"Trixie wishes you were with her over here in Europe so you could help her out with her shows and stuff. She would love for you to fly over even if it's just to catch up on all the time we've spent away."
>Starlight's breathing becomes louder. "I'd love to!" She looks around for some money to buy a ticket. "How much does the plane tickets to your place cost! Which country are you in."
>"Oh, no need to worry about that, sweetheart." Trixie holds the phone closer to her mouth. "Trixie will pay for everything. She'll arrange it all too."
>Trixie licks the mouthpiece.
>Shuddering heavily, Starlight physically feels her friend's tongue on her cheek.
Art 1:2 !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 05 Mar 2017 21:31:45 No.29617653 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29624014
>>29611316
>Trixie rummaged through her crowds of fans.
>She watched them approach her, bearing their old CD's and albums and throwing them into the portable campfire Trixie was carrying with her.
>Feeling the not-so-hard work by the vevo-stars get tossed into the flames.
>Many resolutions were had, and the flame of the melting glass and CD's flickered into the sky.
>Leaving a trail of ash wherever Trixie went.
>Surrounded by her fans as the rest of her band joined her shortly afterwards.
>They enter their trailer as Trixie gets her fans to in unison go home.
>"That was quite a show, master." Tan Tina compliments as latte lady and selfie Susan clap for Trixie. "Would you like some more drawing lessons?"
>Pausing to think for a moment, Trixie finally nods and looks to see which one she wants to take their clothes off.
>Trixie points to tan man.
>"You. Trixie wants to draw you tonight."
>Without a second spend stalling, tan man slips out of his clothes before Trixie. He then sits down on the floor as the other hypnotized normos gather around Trixie's easel and holds onto her hands.
>"Let us do the linework." Hairgel Hank runs the pencil along the surface of the paper.
>Cologne Carl does the opposite arm that Hairgel Hank does. Holding both of their pencils on the paper through Trixie's hands and grip.
>They all work together until the sketch is done. (Which is different than line work, I've learned).
>It isn't long before the colors and shading are all filled in; less than an hour.
>"Wow! You made such a great drawing!" Tan Tina praises her master. "I wish I was as talented as you."
>The others nod in agreement. "Dayum straight."
>Trixie doesn't say anything back, letting their kind words do the talking.
>The phone rings.
>Tan man is sent to answer it naked.
>"Hello?" He says. "Mhm. Uh huh. Okay." He turns around. "Trixie, there's a friend of yours on the line. I wouldn't be surprised if she called to compliment you."
>Trixie gets a feeling inside that says starlight.
Art 1:2 !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sat 04 Mar 2017 23:39:33 No.29611316 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29611321 >>29617653
>>29606106
>>29591121
Chapter 2.
>Starlight Glimmer traveled across a large desert in search of the nearest town. This vacation hadn't gone as planned.
>She turns away from the sand speckled wind that hits her face whenever she turns away from the sun.
>The outline of the buildings of a town appear in the hazy horizon.
>She can just feel her best friend Trixie nearby.
>It's been too long since they've talked.
>Ever since she started hanging out with those strangely acting art students a year ago, she's become infinitely distant to her.
>And she has only been eager to find out what's been going on ever since. Starlight wanted to get her friend back from that clique of popular college people.
>Maybe there's an airport nearby the village, as well as someone who can understand what Starlight is saying.
>She nearly falls to her knees, regretting every bit of her decision to hike out here in the desert.
>The girl is taken in shortly, but regains her composure in matter of minutes.
>She only took a shortcut through the small portion of the desert between towns in search of an airport.
>It's bad enough that she had to worry about poisonous snakes that would chew into her feet and kill her had she made the unwise decision to wear sandals.
>A few conversations between translators later, and Starlight gets herself one plane ticket to Europe.
>It's about time she got out of this place and closer to her friend she needs to see again.
>Her friend that needs to see her again.
>...
>A distant plane lands at a distant airport as Trixie commands the stage in front of a crowd of people.
>A huge crowd. One fo the biggest in decades.
>It's not surprising that the new innovative songs and albums that Trixie has put out have caught the attention of so many around the world.
>She loves to tour in this continent. It is the origin of her powers after all.
>It's almost unreasonable how many devoted followers she and her band has obtained.
>Through the message trixie uses to control minds.
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!!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 03 Mar 2017 21:42:27 No.29604458 ViewReport
>>29597045
>>29602587
>>29596921
>Celestia sighs as the pants are undone.
>She lets her hands wander under the black fabric and warm her fingers in Luna's warm glove.
>With a shudder, Luna lovingly endures the chill of the fingers stroking her.
>The front of her bra pulled up by where it catches on to Celestia's top, soon to gat lifted behind her and fall to the floor next to the already forgotten pen.
>Luna flips her hair back with Celestia's free, dry hand grope her breasts.
>She leans in as she pull's her older sister's shirt up over her head.
>A few moans later, and Luna is doing the same thing to Celestia as Celestia does to her.
>And each woman has only one dry hand to caress the other with. The kiss more sincerely with less clothes in the way of their bodies mashing together by the bare skin.
>Neither of them realize that ten minutes have already gone past.
>The office chair warms up dramatically, and Celestia practically sinks into it with her Luna on top.
>The fronts of the two pairs of pants interlocking as they fall closer to the knees than the waist.
>As for the panties, they are easily reached around and under for access to pleasure. They're left behind to face the brunt of moisture that accumulates.
>The fabric eventually darkens, following several more minutes of the principal and vice principal licking eachother's lips and indulging in a heated embrace.
>Everything they do makes the other shudder.
>The office chair squeaks as it rocks back and forth.
>Celestia feels no remnant of stress in her mind. Nothing took its place other than arousal.
>And she smiles with Luna's lips locking with hers.
>Some condensation appears on the window.
>Bright reddish pink covers the two faces.
>There was already a thin layer of moisture on their fingers under the panties.
>But the climaxes soon double down on it. The hot shock rocks through their bodies, followed by the sound of wet smooching for the next two hours.
>Celestia got no more paperwork done that day.
End.
!!YL6hEWhx+gn Thu 02 Mar 2017 17:03:25 No.29596921 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29604458
>>29596908
>Celestia says a lot of things in her mind while her mouth is busy locking lips with Luna. 'Why not later? Maybe now. Definitely now. KEEP FUCKING GOING!'
>These thoughts go in this order the further Luna reaches under Celestia's clothes.
>And Celestia too can feel a cold hand gliding across her bare skin after Luna reaches under the bottom of her shirt.
>She jumps slightly.
>"Mph..." Luna looks down, noticing the front snap of her bra got caught in Celestia's top.
>She feels herself become moist from the happy accident, pulling away enough to drag the top off of Celestia's shoulder.
>Celestia is already stroking the sides of Luna's curvaceous abdomen, and her hands migrate south.
>Fingers gliding over the front snap of a certain pair of midnight blue jeans.
>Ready to discover where these thin black panty straps lead.
 
Holy shit, I really need to stop these new stories. I'll try to finish this off tomorrow before it becomes something too long to stop in two days.
>>29596681
Thanks, Anon! Those six minutes between the posting of this thread and your bump... we really got close to pruning there. Didn't think we were gonna make it. Good job.
!!YL6hEWhx+gn Thu 02 Mar 2017 17:02:16 No.29596908 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29596921
>>29596899
>Celestia tries to respond, but she looks up from her paperwork again to find Luna looming over her already.
>She didn't even hear her approach close enough to be within arm's reach.
>Thoughts about loosening that bra barge into Celestia's head.
>"Sister... now isn't the best time... t-to..." Celestia's voice is softened by Luna stepping right beside her, letting the black thong peeking out from under her midnight blue jeans.
>She clearly pulled the waistband up like that on purpose.
>And Celestia begins to manually breathe to hide how loud it's become.
>But Luna can already tell what this is going to end in, so she sits herself down into her master's lap.
>Giving her the bait close up.
>Putting her arm around her specially loving sister.
>"It'll be quick. I promise." Luna lies through the lips she licks. "Twenty minutes tops."
>Nothing further on that paperwork is going to be filled out any time soon.
>Celestia's quivering hand gently but unknowingly drops the pen to move over to the side of Luna's body.
>Luna lets out a cute little squeak as Celestia's cold hand meets her skin.
>She grins and raises her shoulders as though shielding wincing away.
>"Twenty minutes tops?" Celestia repeats her sister's words in a shaky voice.
>Too excited to speak, Luna rapidly nods.
>"You promise?"
>The exact same nod, but less patient.
>With a soft thud, the pen hits the carpet underneath the desk after rolling off.
>Celestia makes no effort to pick it up. Her hands are being pulled into her sister.
>Her lips are getting closer to Luna's.
>They meet, and Celestia falls completely silent, forgetting what it was she was about to say.
>Her voice can only moan now.
>Luna's curious fingers work their way to the front of Celestia's top. Undoing it button by button.
>Reaching in as soon as Celestia's not-for-long covered chest comes into full view under that striped shirt.
!!YL6hEWhx+gn Thu 02 Mar 2017 17:01:14 No.29596899 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29596908
>>29596708
Let it prosper indeed!
>>29596183
Also, this post gave me a story idea, lol.
>>29596629
>Principal Celestia did everything she could to finish off her work.
>It was towards the end of the day, and she was getting tired.
>"Sister~" A familiar voice teases her.
>With a deep sigh, Celestia bolts up from her chair and looks ahead at her sister, Vice Principal Luna.
>There she stands, yet the shirt on her back is... somewhere else in the room, probably.
>Luna huffs out her chest to boast her cleavage to the principal. She nearly burst the front of her black bra in the process.
>"You do realize someone could walk by and see you, right?" She tells Luna before noticing the closed blinds on the door window. "Oh."
>"I happened to think ahead of time."
>"Luna, look... I know you want to have some fun now, but I'm busy. The superintendent comes in next week, and I have to get the paperwork done."
>I know." Luna waltxes over to Celestia. "Was just figuring that you're very stressed out from all this work you have to do."
>She trails off and giggles with naughty intentions in her mind.
>She's becoming nervous seeing the blush on Celestia's face indicating that this is definitely going to happen.
>It's happening now. In here. With students still in the school.
>Luna don't give a fuck.
>But she'd gladly take a few from her sister Celestia.
>"C'moooon..." Luna hums. "You gotta releavie that stress somehow."
>"Sister, please." Celestia knows how this is probably going to end.
>"I can tell you're in the mood."
>"That's not the point. I'm not SUPPOSED to be in the mood right now."
>"Well it's too late now." Luna tells her. "The only way to get out of the mood is to... get off."
>Celestia leans back in her chair and stifles a giggle in response the pun.
>"Luna, this isn't funny. I'm supposed to be getting work done."
>"You will! I promise! And you'll get even more done after we get rid of that stress for a few minutes."
LearnToFly !!YL6hEWhx+gn Wed 01 Mar 2017 20:08:16 No.29591121 ViewReport
>>29584273
>Trixie had been told by the teacher that it was all about what the class interpreted from the picture.
>The entire class agreed that the one with the celebrity pic was the best. Trixie's eyes teared up a little and her hands balled into fists when she reached this part of the story.
>Every single student must have been braindead.
>A disgruntled Trixie watched them all circlejerk over how they heard about the pop singer's most recent single coming out. They weren't even talking about art class anymore.
>Discussion about this singer appealed to everyone in the classroom except for Trixie.
>Trixie had been proud of the work she did, and expected to get some sort of praise for it for at least being drawn completely from scratch.
>But then one other guy commented that just because it was harder to make and took more effort doesn't mean he should suddenly think it looks better.
>The class then moved the discussion on to the next note taking session; there was nothing else allowed to be said about the thing that was still burning a hole through Trixie's heart.
>This is what prompted Trixie to storm out of the room in tears on that day.
>Her work was undermined by a simple pop culture reference that the high schoolers instantly recognized and cared about more to meme over even though it held no relevance to what the students were doing.
>And all throughout the remainder of her youth until the present moment, Trixie experienced things like this again and again.
>No one cared about the value of creativity or originality; they only lusted over a very narrow range of popular trends and people whom they liked.
>Anything that didn't relate to it was mostly ignored.
>Trixie's hypnotized followers consoled her as she sat on the couch.
>With a promising look in her eyes that teared up once again.
>Trixie only said one thing, knowing much about the new abilities she had.
>"Teach Trixie how to draw perfectly before the sun rises."
 
All for now, I guess.
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LearnToSwim !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 28 Feb 2017 19:28:08 No.29584273 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29591121
Bump.
>>29580500
>>29579297
>And so... the hymns began.
>Trixie stood before the people and raised her arms up.
>Opening her palms and giving commands.
>She delivered her tale of growing up, and how she has perceived the world through her eyes.
>Trixie was always a thoughtful girl. She had the opportunity of retroactively witnessing the greatest works of decades, even centuries before her time.
>Wondering what it would be like to be that great at something.
>Sculpting a perfect statue of herself, down to the details like her very eyelashes and individual hairs on her head. Out of solid marble.
>To paint a painting and look into the finished product and not be able to tell whether or not she was looking into a mirror.
>Trixie was quite the imaginative one. She would even look at things in every day life.
>With her own eyes, and pretend it was all a painting or sculpture she made.
>She would imagine all of her classmates at school being so proud of her, and such an experience was something to die for.
>Thus, Trixie put her dreams of becoming an artist before her very life.
>It was that important to her.
>In middle school, she wasn't very good, but no one else was either. So she pretty much glossed over it all as nothing.
>But then high school came around.
>Trixie drew a picture of herself on a bicycle, it wasn't great, but it was still better than all of the other stuff her peers in the high school art class had.
>They were basically just taking photographs and making collages out of them.
>But when it comes time to vote on who's is the best... some other girl gets the first place spot.
>She literally just took a big picture of a celebrity and drew hearts on it.
>Just like, one of those generic pop star singers with the cookie cutter music. One of the ones who got famous on that "ARE U A SPECIAL SNOWFLAKE THAT APPEALS TO CROWDS?" pop-show on TV like a year ago and has hundreds of millions of vevoviews on YouTube.
>It's sickeningly heartbreaking.
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!!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 27 Feb 2017 23:49:37 No.29579297 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29584273
>>29570158
>...
>Trixie's heart is pumping hard by the time she makes it back to the hotel room at midnight.
>Her six roommates aren't even back yet - typical.
>She gets into bed at around 1 am. Right when she hears some familiar voices outside the door.
>"Y-yo.... yo we gotta tell Trixie what happened~" Hair-gel guy slurs as he drunkenly seeks his new "friend".
>"Yo Trixie, you here?" Selfie girl asks before stumbling over to Trixie's bedside.
>Trixie silently waits to strike.
>"Yo is that you there, like..." Selfie girl pulls the covers back.
>The covers are pulled back to reveal a sinister grin on Trixie's face, and a dim light emitting from her eyes.
>Selfie girl freezes in place as cologne man walks up behind her.
>"That's not our bed... that's this way..." He unbuttons the front of his green khakis.
>Selfie girl turns around, opens her mouth wide and projectile vomits all over his face.
>"Ah! Fuck!" Cologne man shrieks. "I thought you were done puking half an hour ago!"
>Selfie girl's eyes glow the same purple color as Trixie's. Trixie imagines selfie girl pouncing on latte woman... and so she obediently does.
>"Yo what the fuck?!" Orange-tan dude and hair-gel guy exclaim in unison.
>Cologne man feels his body shut down after being in contact with the projectile vomit because that's how it works just go with it.
>Hair-gel guy reaches for the phone while orange-tan dude leaves the room to either run away or go looking for orange-tan girl who's probably passed out on the street somewhere getting fucked by a hobo.
>After he dials 119 on the phone because he's too drunk to remember the number correctly, latte woman spins him around and grabs him by the sides of his head.
>Trixie's glare got to her too.
>She kisses hair-gel guy and lays an egg into his mouth.
>Trixie then pursues the orange-tan couple and hypnotizes them as orange-tan dude beats back a couple of hobos in a dark alley.
>Everyone (even the hobos) is brought back to the hotel under Trixie's control.
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!!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 26 Feb 2017 19:57:01 No.29570158 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29579297
>>29569564
>>29563858
>>29563039
>Luna holds the pills in her hand and Trixie gets closer.
>The girl eyes each pill, then eyes the serious look on Luna's face. She doesn't have many reasons to believe the lady, but it's not like she has much to care about anymore.
>She did just come over here to a small European town on a complete whim without ever having this as a thought in her head a two days before.
>But she doesn't give the choice any thought; only chooses the pros of both options.
>Trixie snatches both pills out of Luna's hands and swallows them both at the same time.
>Luna doesn't even flinch.
>The pills almost taste like strawberries and blueberries.
>Trixie takes a seat back onto the couch she hadn't even realized she had arisen from. She awaits Luna's presumably scolding response.
>But gets a surprise instead.
>"Congratulations, you passed the final test. You truly are worthy of being the prophet."
>Trixie can only smile, knowing for a fact that she's probably not going to die from taking both pills at once.
>"You shall receive all of the abilities the pills have to offer, having already been the type of person to make their own choices despite the illusion of choice being delivered right in front of you. As far as we're concerned, you already had a little bit of the red pill within you. In your heart and soul. You don't allow the words of others to deceive you."
>"Th-thanks?" Trixie stands up after feeling a rush of energy.
>"But this is only the beginning of your journey." Luna continues. "You must go back to whoever you came here with and spread the message to them first. You must test their loyalty."
>"What? How must Trixie do that?"
>"Speak from the heart, and get them to help you follow the things you're passionate about in life."
>Trixie wonders what Luna meant by this.
>"Passionate in a good or bad way?"
>Luna chuckles in response. "Either way is fine."
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!!YL6hEWhx+gn Sat 25 Feb 2017 23:36:22 No.29563039 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29570158
>>29553889
>Trixie blacks out before she can react. The inside of the bag was laced with chloroform.
>...
>Trixie wakes up sitting on a couch.
>Her head spins but she finds that her arms and legs are not restrained in any way.
>"What the..." Trixie groans.
>"Fear not, Trixie. We brought you here for a reason."
Trixie's eyes shoot open, and she soon realizes she's been kidnapped in a small town on the other side of the world.
>"Relax, we didn't do anything of malice to you." This voice sounds familiar.
>Trixie shakes her head and looks through her blurry vision. "Vice Principal Luna?"
>"You're half correct." The voice answers.
>Trixie sees Luna standing right in front of her, but she's wearing what looks like a monk's robe or something.
>"We have traveled here from the universe of Equestria to deliver important news to you." Luna tells Trixie.
>"Wh-what?"
>"We got word of your message to those people in that night club. And you have proven yourself to be the voice that God's people need to hear."
>Trixie tilts her head in confusion.
>"Are you telling Trixie that God sent you here?"
>"That's a question with an answer that comes later. Not now."
>Oh, so this is like one of those movies or something, then. Not all information is made known until it's convenient to the plot.
>"But listen. You must understand that you are a prophet, Trixie."
>"A... prophet?"
>"You must speak to the people all around the world and deliver your message of truth. The world has grown sour with a combination of greed, sloth and apathy. And you are the only one with a brave enough voice to truly speak against it."
>Luna holds two pills in her hands. One blue, and one (of course) red.
>"Take one. The blue pill will knock you unconscious again, and you will wake up in your hotel bed tomorrow morning, and you will become irresistibly beautiful and talented by modern standards and everyone will love you on their own. Take the red pill to gain eternal life and mind control capabilities."
!!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 24 Feb 2017 18:41:20 No.29553889 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29563039
>>29548350
>Cologne man shrugs and gets his paper out.
>Trixie keeps eyeing orange-tan dudette after she gets naked, comparing her body to her own and beating back any potential jealousy.
>This girl looks like she's starved anyway. Nothing much to compete with.
>"I'm just a little curious." Hair-gel guy asks. "How much do you know about the guidelines. You know, like the cross that goes across the front of the face and all."
>"Trixie doesn't need those methods. She is above that."
>"You sure?"
>"If you're going to ask Trixie to draw this girl as well, Trixie is afraid she'll have to decline. She operated on another level, as she has said before."
>Hair-gel gives a shrug identical to cologne man and continues his work.
>Trixie sneaks a couple of glances at his paper... half attempting to understand how those lines work. The ones that go across the face.
>How long the ones representing the arms have to be in comparison to the rest of the body, all sorts of things.
>It still makes no sense... and they're doing it literally feet from the girl.
>But whatever.
>Trixie reads a magazine, and by reading, looking at the pictures.
>She hears them complimenting eachother on their drawings. The... cool... people.
>She stands up the very second they announce they're leaving to get food.
>With plans of coming back to here already in her head.
>...
>As they probably do all the time, the rest of the gang gets going over to the club right after they are done eating.
>Trixie walks back to the hotel with a weight off of her shoulders.
>That weight having been the clique she'd been hanging out with. They're not anywhere within twenty feet of the girl.
>Everything's easier.
>Trixie's head clears, and she begins to wonder why she came on this trip with these scrubs.
>She feels the night breeze rush by her face as she enters a dark, narrow alley.
>She quickly walks through it.
>But right before she makes it to the other side, a leather bag covers her head.
!!YL6hEWhx+gn Thu 23 Feb 2017 21:41:34 No.29548350 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29553889
>>29548341
>The gang includes cologne man and his girlfriend selfie girl, hair-gel guy and his girlfriend latte woman, and last but not least, orange-tan dude and his girlfriend orange-tan dudette.
>And they're all apparently artists by day, party animals by night.
>What a lovely fucking group of people.
>Trixie has to resist glaring at them the whole plane ride to [obscure european town with narrow streets n' shit].
>They all get off and go to their hotel.
>All of the ones who are not Trixie immediately start chatting.
>"So, like, you like to draw too?" Latte woman asks Trixie.
>"Yes. Trixie has a unique art-style that takes a lot of time and focusing to execute and put into action."
>Latte woman takes a sip of her milky cappuccino while browsing Instagram on her phone with her free hand. "That's like... pretty cool. What'cha draw?"
>"Anything..." Trixie menacingly whispers as her patience wears thin with this girl.
>"You do like... human form and stuff?"
>Trixie's inner beast gets triggered at the sound of the phrase 'human form'.
>Het hand briefly balls into a fist, but control is regained.
>"Not much." Trixie answers through her teeth.
>She thinks about splashing water onto her face, but selfie girl is busy in front of the bathroom mirror fulfilling her name.
>Cologne man walks into the room. "Alright, I found the nearest club." He announces. "Who wants to model for the next four hours?"
>Orange-tan dudette raises her hand. "I'm not jittery from all the coffee anymore, I'll have a go at it.
>"Oh, right..." Cologne man turns to Trixie. "You don't mind of one of us gets naked with you in the room, do ya?"
>"Trixie doesn't mind." Trixie answers. "As long as she doesn't have to do it too."
>"You wanna watch us draw? Maybe we could teach ya a bit."
>"Trixie doesn't need to be taught! She can do things all on her own!"
!!YL6hEWhx+gn Thu 23 Feb 2017 21:40:32 No.29548341 ViewReport
>>29544652
>but the speech was good.
Huh. I always used to think it would come across as cynical/pessimistic and stuff.
>>29542359
>...
>A almost-comedy-tier moment of drawing and/or painting later, Trixie finishes and shows the other two guys, ready to tell them that she needs to wait until she really has her mind going.
>They like it surprisingly more than Trixie expected.
>It momentarily comes up that cologne man is planning on going traveling with his friend, and they're going across the ocean to like, Europe or something.
>Trixie agrees to go along with them after convincing them that she's not going to freak out and stop trying to draw whenever it starts to go... awry...
>In the process, Trixie comes to terms with the fact that she hasn't been showing how good she could be at drawing by splattering paint onto a canvas.
>"But... let's try and use actual pencils and paper this time ,shall we?" Cologne man pleads. "This way you're doing it seems... messy."
>"Trixie operates on another level." Responds the flustered girl, still red in the face. "Although, Trixie does suppose using a pencil instead would be a lot more useful for portability reasons."
>They all eventually go home -- none of them return to the club.
>Cologne man and his buddies go on vacation the next day, since it's the spring break weekend and all, but Trixie isn't planning on packing anything.
>She soon follows them onto the plane. The very next day.
>She brings a note book with her, and only one pencil. Feeling like she's preparing for war or something.
>Cologne man and his group of friends arrive. Three guys and three girls.
>Typical cluster of horror movie victims, as Trixie imagines it. (Or a normal clique of college students that hang out.)
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!!YL6hEWhx+gn Wed 22 Feb 2017 23:06:42 No.29542359 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29548341
>>29536953
I didn't expect that.
>>29535453
>Trixie doesn't believe what cologne man says. She knows he's probably just being polite.
>He likely still thinks that Trixie isn't capable of making great art solely because of the obstacles and hardships she has to blast through in order to get anywhere.
>The girl goes straight to the easel and dips her fingers into a small cup of paint to the side.
>The two guys watch her paint with her fingers; Trixie making an intimidating face to appear focused.
>Every single stroke on the paper counts.
>Not that it matters, since everything Trixie puts out seems to be shit no matter what. And now the girl has the experts looking over her shoulder.
>She wants to make sure that they can see that she is blatantly ignoring the methods the teacher tried to get the students to do. She wants to show how resistant she is to the world around her.
>How she's not going to learn someone else's way, and how she'd going to just put pencil to paper and it will come out perfectly without the stupid complicated practice.
>There are multiple times when the easel almost falls backwards to the floor. But Trixie pulls it back towards herself as the paint drips splatter all over her sleeves.
>Probably permanently staining them.
>On the paper, the outline of a human figure appears... a very badly proportioned one.
>Trixie can tell that the art students can see the flaws in it already, and she's not about to take the rout of calling it "abstract art".
>These students are looking for accuracy.
>Out of options, Trixie leaps forward towards the easel and tackles it to the floor. Attack-painting the image.
!!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 21 Feb 2017 19:42:04 No.29535453 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29542359
>>29530133
Lel.
>>29527118
>"Trust me. These people are sheep who would follow anything if someone shills it hard enough."
>Cologne man steps in. "Yeah, uh... I actually thing she's made that pretty clear herself that that's what she believes."
>"Is it?" Hector looks over to Trixie. "Then I guess this is going to be a lot easier than I thought. You can start with these two guys."
>The grin on Cologne man's face fades.
>"Wait, what?"
>"You're in our art class too, are you not?" Hector inquires. "And what about your friend? Does he draw? Maybe you two could learn a thing or two about pushing for success."
>This conversation goes on for a bit.
>It ends with cologne man and cologne man's friend agreeing to stay home during the weekends and live more empty, boring lives like Trixie.
>They soon follow her home to her apartment or wherever it is she lives, I forgot already.
>"This is how Trixie lives!" Trixie aggressively points to her living room. "This is Trixie's couch! This is her TV! These are her pet gecko friends!"
>Trixie watches all of her gecko friends say hello to cologne man and friend of cologne man.
>Cologne man waves at the empty space in Trixie's living room, seeing nothing there but crumpled up cheeseburger wrappers.
>"They help Trixie pay for insurance." Trixie tells him.
>"Duuude, your place is nice." Cologne man's friend comments. "So where do you draw?"
>"Right..." Trixie walks over to her room and swings the door open. "HERE!"
>She assertively points inside to the easel she has perched up next to her bed. The two guys look at the splattered hand prints on the paper.
>"This is Trixie's most recent charcoal drawing."
>They examine the drawing, seeing it as on the same level of modern art.
>"You're more creative than I thought." Cologne man compliments, genuinely impressed. "I guess I was wrong about you."
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!!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 20 Feb 2017 16:02:50 No.29527118 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29535453
>>29521042
>The bench Trixie sits at is old and creaky.
>Cologne man and his friend sit on either side of her, somewhat sobering up from the cold because that somehow works that way.
>"Trixie, just tell us what's bothering you." Cologne man repeats.
>Trixie hides her face in her hands. "It's no use. No one wants to listen to Trixie. She's too angry to get people to listen to her."
>"We listened." Friend of Cologne man insists. "I gotta admit, you did sound like you were speaking from the heart there. Even though we didn't... connect with your ideas."
>"Of course you wouldn't connect! It's not 'going with the flow'!"
>"Alright alright alright, now listen. I just wanna level with you, okay? I didn't follow you all the way over here to be a jerk."
>The night wind picks up. Trixie crosses her arms and stares at the sidewalk.
>"Everyone's so lost, but Trixie can't prove it to them." Trixie soon mutters at the ground. "Because there's nothing Trixie can do to prove how... nevermind. You wouldn't understand."
>"Is this about the drawing thing?" Cologne man asks. "I think this is about the drawing thing."
>"It's precisely about the drawing thing." A familiar voice sounds.
>Everyone's attention is directed towards a dark, shadowy alley.
>Hector soon emerges from the blackness in a long black trench coat, sporting sunglasses at night.
>"Who's that?" Friend of cologne man asks.
>"I know him. We take an art class together." Cologne man stands up and walks over to Hector. "Did you follow us here?"
>"Don't worry about it, bud." Hector glares over at Trixie and wipes his long hair away from his eyes. "What you need to do is prove yourself."
>"What do you mean?" Responds Trixie as she stands up and starts to walk away from the edgelord.
>"Get as many people as you can to live like you do who are in our art class. Get them to do nothing but stay home. Then tell them to try to draw without having their fun in life."
>"You sure about this?"
>The other two guys snicker and cringe.
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Caligula !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 19 Feb 2017 19:49:04 No.29521042 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29527118
>>29521030
>With a loud stomp on the stage, Trixie feels wave upon wave of rage wash over her as she continues to watch all of the party goers watch her like she’s speaking in a language they can’t understand.
>”You are all scum and don’t deserve to be the voice of direction that the higher-ups and influencers in society listen to and follow along with the wishes of. YOU ARE CREATING A GENERATION OF INTERDEPENDENT, FEEBLE MINDED DEGENERATES! The strive for true excellence as a whole has been buried under miles upon miles of your S H I T! You are ruining everything for people who want to make their own success for themselves based on who THEY are instead of what’s hot around their environment! You are F U C K I N G up everything good about society and you should be ashamed!”
>Trixie uses all of her strength the hurl the microphone into the audience, directly throwing it like a baseball in hopes to hit someone. It shatters against the back wall. Trixie shrieks in agonizing rage and continues at the top of her lungs.
>”Judgement is coming! It’s not going to come in a hundred years, not fifty years, NOT… EVEN… ONE! Art used to be great, music used to be great, movies used to be great, TV used to be great, education used to be great, lifestyle used to be great, CULTURE used to be great. And now it’s all been replaced by low-effort, low-energy popularity-driven garbage that just needs to SELL SELL SELL. And you’re only digging the hole deeper! Soon, you’re going to be thrusted into the cold, hard world around you and will have to burst your little bubbles that you call your comfort zones ALL BY YOURSELVES, you short-attention-span millennial fucks!”
>…
>A minute later, the bouncers can be seen escorting Trixie out of the nightclub. She’s still ranting the whole way out.
>Trixie then stands outside the building and keeps ranting.
>She eventually leaves. But cologne man and his friends follow her.
>”Trixie! Wait up!”
 
More tomorrow.
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Caligula !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 19 Feb 2017 19:47:18 No.29521030 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29521042
>>29521019
>Everyone sways on their feet and listens, automatically filming Trixie’s rant hoping it will get a lot of likes, reblogs, retweets, shares, upvotes, favorites, re-
>”You are wasting away your youth with silliness and fooling around with the shittiest things that lurk among the bottom ranks of society! You have turned your backs to what you were supposed to be and fell victim to the in crowd and having fun over living a level headed, sober life like you’re supposed to! You can’t seriously want moments like these to be moment that you want to be remembered for! And you expect all of your friends to be the way you have become unless they want to be excluded from your little H A N G O U T S .”
>Trixie takes a deep breath.
>”It is beyond disgraceful how you cram yourselves in here in your so-called “FANCY CLOTHES” and proceed to subject yourselves to a night full of disgusting repetitive pop music and shit-talking the people you know who aren’t as HIP as you are! Culture used to be something to be cherished! It used to be something of value! And you have taken that term and SHIT ALL OVER IT!”
>Trixie points to the busted DJ set.
>”THIS is not culture! This is a useless device used to bring hundreds of braindead dudebros and cumdumpsters together to exist together for hours on end while going ‘yoooooooooooo… duuuuuuuuude did you hear about that new thiiiiing that came oooout? ISN’T IT COOOOOOOL? LOL… R E B L O G !”
>Trixie paces back and forth on the stage.
>”Wanna join my frat? Dude you wanna see the new car I wanna buy? Did you fuck her good last night? Just chillin, how about you? HAHAHAHAHA AMIRITE? Just gotta take all the happy points in life and take it as it comes! Gotta let loose and conform to ALL THE FUCKING NORMS! A L L… O F… T H E M ! Duse, I need another beer, dude did you get with that FUCKING GENERIC chick for that FUCKING GENERIC sorority?”
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Caligula !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 19 Feb 2017 19:46:13 No.29521019 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29521030
Here's where Trixie /really/ spergs out.
>>29514464
>”Trixie could easily surpass you after she gets out of her situation!”
>One of the guys can be seen placing a pill into his mouth. He shivers after he does this, and Trixie questions him.
>”Did you hear Trixie? What was that you just ate?”
>”Somethin’ special.”
>”Trixie will have you know that she already has an advantage over everyone in this room due to her sobriety.”
>”Is that a fact. I really doubt anyone here will agree with you.” Cologne man responds.
>Trixie huffs out her chest and looks around for the stage.
>She marches over up the stairs and approaches the DJ, who is barely sober enough to comprehend what’s going on, let along take any sort of reasonable action regarding it.
>”Can Trixie have your attention, please.” Trixie grabs the microphone and immediately starts talking. “Hello? Can Trixie have your attention?”
>The music still plays, but no one even seems to be dancing to it anymore. They’re all just sort of cluttered together and taking selfies and posting them on Instagram and Twitter and Snapchat and Facebook and YouTube and Google Plus and Kik and Skype and Vine and Mysp-
>”ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP!” Trixie stops the music by slamming her fist onto the DJ set. She has everyone’s attention now.
>The room goes deathly silent. Even the bouncers are shocked and confused. No one appears to get the hint that they might want Trixie out of the room before she causes and more further disruptions to their little… dance party.
>”Humanity has fallen to a humiliating low. A low where you all entertain yourselves by crowding together in a hot room late at night and do nothing but EXIST here and try to prove to every last one of your friends that you’re hip and cooooooool! And meanwhile, we could be using all of this electricity towards pushing the human race into saintly glory! But no! You have to have your RETRO culture instead!”
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sat 18 Feb 2017 23:15:53 No.29514464 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29521019
Just doing one post before Jeff posts whatever he's going to so I get something in before 12.
>>29502561
>They start to giggle playfully, but Trixie knows that they're not going to be able to keep her in her grasp.
>She twists to get away, with an annoyed look on her face.
>Shit.
>These guys are still a little strong when they're drunk.
>The following are all Trixie remembers being said among many other things over a much longer time.
>"Well... if you want to learn how to not be slobs, you'll have to do something more productive of a Saturday night rather than just party at a nightclub."
>Whaaaaaaaaaat?" One guy groans. "But we're having fuuuun!"
>"You know, maybe we should go by whoever's better at drawing to know who's doing something right. Cause results and stuff." Cologne man pauses. "B-but... that doesn't mean you're bad at drawing or anything. I think it's just a matter of how we manage our free time."
>"I think you gotta loosen up, Trixie. You see, we people over here have a work time and a play time. and from what I can tell, you don't seem to let yourself have any play time."
>He bear-hugs her from behind.
>"Trixie assures you that you should listen to her. She simply hasn't gotten the chance to show her true talent yet."
>Out of nowhere, Trixie breaks free by surprise when the guys aren't paying attention.
>She takes a deep breath of somewhat fresh air after escaping the wake of cologne man.
>"You are the ones with loose lifestyles, and Trixie could easily surpass you." She's already getting miffed from their behavior.
>"Well I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure you'd have a way to show us your real drawing skills if you could."
>"If you lived like Trixie did, you would face much more adversity in learning how to draw. Trixie does have a chance to be better than you, she's just not free enough."
>"Is that a challenge?"
>Trixie scoffs. "Is THAT a challenge?"
 
All for now.
!!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 17 Feb 2017 19:28:31 No.29502561 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29502583 >>29514464
>>29502555
>”Holy shit, you can draw?” He turns to Trixie and steps close enough for het to smell the mixture of vodka watered down with scotch in his breath. “Whaddaya draw?”
>He’s literally drooling.
>Trixie looks over at cologne man, who’s in pretty much the same condition as his friend.
>But the girl only registers the part about drawing, remembering the thoughts she… had… escaped by not going home tonight.
>”Trixie… can draw well… better than most people because of her better focusing methods… but… she doesn’t know the process.”
>Cologne man steps in, now leaning right up against Trixie with his friend trapping her on the other side. “Maybe we can teach you how to draw…” He slurs. “While you teach us how to not be slobs.”
>A clumsy hand makes its way to Trixie’s hip.
!!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 17 Feb 2017 19:27:14 No.29502555 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29502561
>>29495254
>Trixie instantly notices that her attire differs from pretty much everyone else’s. She can’t help but look down and watch all of the guys around her. They have their arms and most of their backs expose.
>She already knows these guys are out of her league anyway, not that she really cares… sort of.
>These girls here are wearing revealing enough clothes exposing their chests and asses that Trixie would practically be invisible if her sweatshirt didn’t make her stick out like a sort thumb through sheer shock value alone.
>”Want something to drink?” Cologne man asks. “They’re free here.”
>”Trixie doesn’t drink alcohol.” Trixie responds without second thought.
>Cologne man scoffs. “Wh… what? Why not?” He’s visibly confused; smirking and rubbing the back of his neck.
>”She doesn’t drink alcohol. Trixie likes to remain fully aware of her surroundings and in complete control of herself at all times.”
>With a laugh, cologne man calls a couple of his friends over. Trixie prepares to rehash the exact same thing she just said, making sure to word everything exactly the same for the sake of consistency.
>Well why don’t you wanna get wasted every once in a while? You don’t have to be conscious all the time!” One guy asks.
>”It’s Trixie’s preference. It all has to do with focus, which can only happen during sobriety.”
>”So like… are you really good at focusing, then?” He asks with his eyes half-lidded from drunkenness already.
>Cologne man answers for Trixie before the girl gets a chance to speak.
>”Nah, she’s like struggling with art and stuff right now.”
>The other guy seems to only process half of this.
!!YL6hEWhx+gn Thu 16 Feb 2017 22:02:12 No.29495254 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29495470 >>29502555
>>29486381
>Trixie has to bat away all of the questions as she keeps her mood calm.
>But it's hard to get those line to go where she wants them to go. Nothing falls into place anymore.
>Now... everything starts to fall apart. Trixie's world.
>And her views of it.
>She thought she was something great, like she always told her peer that she was.
>But still... there's a smile on Trixie's face.
>And the girl has no idea why she's smiling. The other students stop staring at her after twenty or so minutes expire.
>Trixie peers over to the lounge chair. Hector is nowhere to be found.
>...
>Class ends.
>Trixie didn't draw anything of value. But someone else comes to meet her after class this time around.
>"Hey." The guy wit hthe cologne approaches Trixie.
>She awkwardly stares at him, surprised that she's more comfortable being round him than Hector.
>"What do you want?"
>"You seem really tense. And I wanted to know if everything's alright."
>Trixie turns away. "Trixie assures you that everything's fine. She can deal with her own problems. She's not lonely or anything."
>The guy walks around her to be right in front of her once again.
>"Well, I've wanted to ask you if you wanted to hang out."
>Trixie's face changes instantly. She pauses and looks around for some kind of distraction.
>He must not find out about how she lives.
>"You wanna come clubbing with me and my friends this Saturday night?"
>"Why do you ask?"
>"You seem like a really interesting girl. And I wanna know if you're down for that."
>Trixie freezes in place, thinking about how bad she'd feel if she goes back home alone to wallow in her thoughts.
>...
>Trixie enters through the doorway of the nightclub.
>The music blasting within.
Right after this is where shit's gonna get dank.
!!YL6hEWhx+gn Wed 15 Feb 2017 16:47:21 No.29486381 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29495254
>>29482204
>stringer
Stronger.
 
>>29482204
>By the time Trixie gets back to class, she had been observing the drawing she made for more time than not doing so ever since she drew it.
>She found herself liking it more and more as the time went on.
>"Alright, so today, we're going to be continuing our gesture drawing unit." The teacher starts the lesson.
>Trixie smiles to herself, only thinking about the thing she drew.
>She starts to partake in the lesson... something's wrong.
>She can't seem to get anything to work right.
>It isn't long before Trixie diverts back to her own methods and uses her anger to just... PUT THE LINES ON THE PAPER.
>Put them THERE! And there! And there!
>And right there!
>To Trixie's horror, Trixie happens to notice that it looks exactly what she drew in her room.
>But now...
>There are other drawings by people who practiced in the room with Trixie.
>The comparison is something Trixie filtered out of her mind before. She was only thinking about the personal attributes of the other students before, but now she sees their hard work.
>Their drawings are infinitely better than Trixie's, and this becomes more than just apparent as the girl tries to twist it around in her mind to state otherwise.
>As it turns out, it too Trixie's mental roasting of the silly things about the other people to have more confidence in herself for staying home and not going to parties or drinking.
>She thought of herself to be a lifestyle based role model for them, and that somehow created a false juxtaposition to a point where she saw her own drawing as beeing at least on part with theirs.
>"Trixie, are you alright?" The same student with the cologne from before whispers, worried about the girl getting sent out again.
>>29485853
The files are too large. Even for Imgur. I'm sorry.
>>29485897
She's going to turn even worse soon.
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!!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 14 Feb 2017 23:51:48 No.29482204 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29486381
>>29482190
>It infuriates Trixie how he's always been good at drawing while Trixie had to practice.
>At least... that's how it feels.
>Maybe Trixie could set an example for this guy, now that she's starting to see some talent of her own emerge from within herself. Maybe she can go out in to the world and do plenty of things and go on adventures to show people what she's really made of.
>And all of those "artsy" people who are all like "just do the legs, man." and "you just gotta knoooooow" can finally shut up and let the talent flow naturally into newcomers who won;t bother with the overly complicated drawing process.
>These are the thoughts that buzz all around Trixie's consciousness.
>Trixie can put herself in the great spotlight out there. Giving the world her own self as the perfect example of finding one's true purpose in life instead of learning what your purpose is in school or some other bullshit like that.
>The conversation Trixie has with herself in her mind jumps from one big thing to the next.
>The drawing is complete.
>Holy fuck, that shading!
>Trixie never knew she could do that.
>The stringer side of her instantly wants to brag the very second she steps foot in that studio once again.
I'll stop here for the night so other people can post.
The End Never Rides !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 14 Feb 2017 23:49:45 No.29482190 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29482204
>>29481945
I've been doing this literally (and I mean actually literally) every single day since March 17th last year (Which happened to be St. Patrick's Day). You're far from the first to tell me that I need a break, but don't worry, the only thing pushing me to write more of this is my mind. Don't want ya to think that it's your fault, I just reply to everyone who replies to me by default. I really just need somewhere to post new things so I can eventually repost them in larger chunks in other threads, and this thread is like my favorite thread right now. I'm planning to drop this tripcode and stop this once and for all once St. Patrick's Day this year hits so I can finally get my interest in my hobbies back. I know this sounds weird, but my brain is weird and clings to things too much sometimes.
>>29482025
Funny story, I used to be addicted to maps. But then that along with everything else I liked got replaced by greentext stories and it's been practically the only thing I can get myself to do ever since. I've been actively trying to get myself to stop since like June.
>>29482163
>Man am I tired.
I know the feeling.
 
>>29481155
>A long talk with the geckos is had.
>Trixie remembers how much she has bonded with them over the years, with all of the sleepovers they had. With all of the times they sat beside her giant fucking paper and watched her fail so many times at drawing.
>One gecko asks Trixie what's got her all jumpy, but she avoids the question to an extent and heads back up to her room shortly after a friendly conversation with the geckos.
>Trixie goes right back to drawing, and soon begins to think about that other guy from the art class in the studio.
>The one who reeked of perfume. Or cologne, or whatever.
>She just knows that he's the kind of guy who goes to several night clubs and parties. She could even tell in the way he dressed.
>In tight, shiny clothes, dyed hair.
>It was obvious the entire time.
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!!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 14 Feb 2017 21:28:08 No.29481155 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29482190
>>29472560
>>29472625
>>29473213
>How is this happening?
>Trixie continues visualizing the image onto the paper, only seeing more and more of the final product in her head... almost involuntarily.
>Hard work and practice don't seem to exist any more. Only the next thing Trixie needs to draw.
>That shading goes there.
>These lines need to be thinner.
>Trixie can see it now, with an impending objective dictating her mind.
>She feels like she should be shaking, but her hands are completely still. There some sort of complacency within her, keeping her eyes focused and her mind set on making this look as real as possible.
>Could she have found her talent at long last?
>It's only been ten minutes... and... it's like how she saw on that ten minute challenge thing, or however long it was.
>It looks like... a real, legitimate drawing.
>By a real legitimate artist.
>Something has been reached that hasn't been reached before.
>But Trixie resists the feeling of pride she feels inside.
>She doesn't want to feel proud. The girl soon discovers that she has become addicted to the anger and sadness that has plagued her for so long after so many failures at drawing anything that looked acceptable.
>But on Trixie drew, only becoming angry at the fact tat she's drawing actually decently this time.
>The anger starting a vicious cycle of productivity.
>"Trixie?" One of the geckos calls up to her room. "Are you alright?
>With excitement, Trixie jolts out of her chair and leaps over to her door wit a nervous giggle.
>"Trixie feels like coming down now." She opens the door and gets the heel out of her room before she burns her way out of the mess she became addicted to.
 
I honestly don't think I like anywhere this story's going.
 
>>29480318
>>29481149
Lmao.
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!!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 13 Feb 2017 17:46:41 No.29472560 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29481155
>>29472547
>Some sort of more.. internalized anger overtakes Trixie.
>For some reason, she remembers what Hector said.
>Eyes the paper with a determined glare, feeling the room around her turning figuratively red once more.
>But her hand is more... controlled somehow?
 
All for now.
p l z !!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 13 Feb 2017 17:44:53 No.29472547 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29472560
>>29472541
>"If you ever remember me saying this, let your disdain drive you. That's all."
>"What?" Trixie mockingly tilts her head.
>"That's all. I'll probably see you again if I ever come back here."
>"Are you like... an edgy middle schooler or something?" Trixie almost laughs.
>"At heart." He walks away right after.
>Trixie cringes, hoping she doesn't end up being like this guy.
>Before he turns the corner, he slaps a sticky note onto the wall.
>It's less than five minutes of sitting on the nearby bench before Trixie walks over and reads what it says.
>[You need to channel your anger into something else. I know exactly what it feels like, I'm shit at drawing myself, so I use my anger to focus in isolated incidents. I know it's for two reactive people to hang around eachother for long, so I'll just let you go your own way.]
>Trixie barely read the note halfway through before she crumpled it up and threw it away.
>She goes home, back to where all of her gecko friends are.
>They all ask her why she came home so early.
>"Trixie doesn't want to talk about it." Trixie hops up the stairs and retreats to her desk.
>"Not even or fifteen minutes?" One of the geckos asks.
>Trixie grunts.
>"Trixie will talk about it IN fifteen minutes." She concedes. "Okay?"
>The geckos agree; all six of them.
>There used to be more, but they all left to go film commercials and stuff.
>Trixie goes back to her own drawing board, now no longer surrounded by other art students to out-shine her.
>Trixie HATES being out-shined.
>She tries drawing the cross thingy across the little person's blank face.
>How is this even supposed to go? What?
>Her head shuts down again, and the anger comes back.
>But the girl is more calm now that she's not in a public environment. Less surrounding living beings to make the blood in her nerves boil.
>She gets a little bit further than last time, but ultimately messes up the entire drawing and it looks like a 4 year old drew it.
endmysuffering !!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 13 Feb 2017 17:43:51 No.29472541 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29472547
>>29472529
>"Trixie's... fine... just..."
>"She's not." A sudden voice calls from the back of the room.
>Every other art student looks back to the back of the room at the guy in the recliner chair.
>Where on earth has that chair been this whole time?
>Can Trixie steal it when no one's looking?
>Just to sit in for five minutes?
>"Yeah, that was pretty obvious." The guy with the perfume sneers with a sarcastic grin.
>"Trixie assures you that everything's fine and that you should worry."
>"Relax." The guy in the recliner stands up and wipes his hair out of his eyes.
>Was he even drawing anything? Where's his easel?
>He has dark pupils, but has an almost ominous look in them. The guy, in his early twenties, looks like he doesn't even want to be here.
>"Just because there's something wrong doesn't mean anyone should step in and intervene. I know this from experience."
>The art teacher walks over to Trixie after all of the commotion caught enough of her attention to come over.
>"Miss Lulamoon, what seems to be the problem over here."
>"She's angry she can't draw and has ho way of venting, but doesn't want anyone to help her so she can burn out on her own."
>"Hector, quiet." The teacher shushes the guy.
>Hector sits back down, having already intentionally said his piece in one breath before the teacher told him to be quiet.
>Trixie processes everything he said, surprised that he read her so easily.
>How did he know so fast?
>Hector shrugs in the chair, too calmly for any of this to be new to him.
>In the next minute, Trixie is escorted out of the studio and told to take a day off.
>The recliner chair is vacant within the following minute after that.
>"Hey." Hector's voice startled Trixie from behind.
>"I don't wanna go back in." Trixie responds.
>"That's not it. I just wanted to make sure we're on the same page."
>The guy has a Shadow the Hedgehog lunchbox with him.
>Trixie scoffs, under the impression that she doesn't need to talk to this guy again.
J U S T !!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 13 Feb 2017 17:42:32 No.29472529 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29472541
>>29465760
It's actually a completely new story. I can't stop. Please help me.
>>29465748
>>29464967
>Trixie can't find any piece of mind, She only stares at the paper she tries to draw on, unable to get her mind to click on the thing she wants to be good at.
>She can't imagine why she expects herself to click, but she feels as thought it's supposed to happen.
>Like how it happened with her favorite things, but it feels as though even other people with different minds and different things that they love can do "click" more easily than Trixie.
>Trixie feels like there's no one else out there who struggles like she does.
>Staring at paper, only to get angry that no matter what she puts on it, it will never look good without doing all of these complicated procedures that, in order to master, would take weeks, months, years, decades... fucking FOREVER.
>The paper was just ripped in half.
>Now looking down at her bare desk, and the claw marks on it from her fingernails, Trixie finally realizes what her hands were actually doing as those thoughts were swarming around in her head.
>Clouding her judgement, crashing into her heart.
>Breaking it with her lack of achievement.
>Yeah, there's no way any other people could feel something like like this.
>Only the impossibly powerful could contain themselves when feeling something like this.
>Something Trixie could never do.
>There's no way to just... vent for Trixie. She can't use this anger to her advantage.
>"Are you alright?" A classmate asks.
>Trixie looks over to him, instantly noticing the pungent perfume he's wearing.
>The scent assaults her nose, almost making her faint and fall off of the already uncomfortable stool.
>It's like the whole room just turned red with thing after thing that Trixie dislikes... piling on top of one another.
>"Are... are you alright?"
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Someone who wishes they could draw !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 12 Feb 2017 17:49:45 No.29464967 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29472529
>>29459012
>>29457970
I was kinda asking about how to stop writing random stuff, but that works too.
>It's the middle of the night.
>"I must draw... I must draw..." Trixie furiously scribbles lines onto the paper.
>The boat she's on does its best to stay still, but it does little to nothing in terms of help.
>These lines barely show in the dim light from the single lantern.
>Trixie eyes them up and down, but they just don't seem to fit as... acceptable.
>She runs the pencil along the paper over and over. Then the eraser.
>Then the pencil again.
>Then the eraser again.
>Not all of the graphite is gone... there's only so much the eraser can do.
>How on earth are human proportions supposed to work?
>The focus keeps turning on and off, Trixie feels more and more stupid for expecting the lines to go right.
>Looking at drawings that other artists have made.
>She can't read between these lines like the artists can.
>It's just always so easy for them, isn't it?
>Perhaps a more creative environment would suffice.
>...
>Now in the city studio, Trixie sits atop a stool. Wondering how artists can bear to stay on these.
>The room is well lit; it's noon.
>But the same... same exact problems remain. The lines... the shading, the anatomy... the proportions.
>All have yet to be understood.
>Like a foreign language that Trixie cannot begin to understand like she had been dying to for so long now.
>But it just never happens.
>This vicious cycle of anger and poor execution continues.
>Trixie's teeth grit... her hands clench... the pencil snaps with a resounding echo flying through the studio room.
>She picks up another pencil.
>It snaps a half an hour later.
>For a reason.
>NOTHING is going right.
>Nothing.
>How artists can just breeze through this sort of thing is a MYSTERY to Trixie.
>Where on earth can she go or when can she go there to actually show some sort of talent?
To be continued.
 
I may have vented at some point during that. I apologize.
!!YL6hEWhx+gn Sat 11 Feb 2017 21:54:46 No.29457970 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29464967
>>29449635
Because it usually gets me more attention. The things I actually enjoy writing are things such as the following:
I typed a sort of a one-poster about the picture in >>29456598
>Trixie sat at her desk, staring blankly at the computer screen.
>She continued to stare at the drawings before her with the little numbers next to them.
>"12... minutes?" She mutters to herself. "How on earth did someone do that in 12 minutes?"
>Trixie can't wrap her head around what would have to go on in one's mind in order to dish out a drawing with that much detail in 12 minutes.
>What are the mental processes?
>What could they possibly be and how can Trixie instantly import them into her mind so she can be perfect at drawing?
>The girl continues to look at the drawing as a whole, and not at the individual lines to ry and figure out what hand strokes were used to make them.
>It's not like she'd be able to tell anyway; Trixie's no artist. Probably not even at the amateur level.
>Trixie's inability to draw swelled within her. She clenched her fists and tried to calm herself down.
>Breathing deeply.
>"Why can't Trixie just be GOOD at drawing like everyone else?" She trembles.
>Her eyes divert to the sketch on the side.
>"And in just fifteen minutes..." She looks at dat shine on the hair. "Fifteen minutes..."
>In an instant, Trixie's eyes widen and her pupils dilate.
>"GEICO!" She shouts at her computer.
>Dozens of geckos start leaping out from within the computer screen.
>Gecko music starts playing.
>All of the little geckos start singing and dancing with canes and top hats.
>"Fifteen minutes! Lalalalala~"
>Trixie sings along and claps her hands.
>"Trixie can't draw! Just like do the legs, man!"
>They all party all night and sleep in the next day, ordering pizza and staying up until 4 am listening to System of a Down, watching the Homeward Bound series and telling scary stories about chama chama chama chama chama chameleons.
 
The end.
!!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 10 Feb 2017 20:17:30 No.29448116 ViewReport
>>29438593
Ah, I can understand that. I sort of usually end up writing porn no matter what anyway. I apologize about the misunderstanding.
Here's a feelsy ending to sort of wrap things up.
>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. (Sorry if it's rushed, I'm late going to bed.)
!!YL6hEWhx+gn Thu 09 Feb 2017 20:06:56 No.29438570 ViewReport
>>29438563
>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.
 
This may or may not be the end depending on whether or not I can push myself to write any more of stuff that's porn. (I really don't enjoy it, as you can probably tell.)
!!YL6hEWhx+gn Thu 09 Feb 2017 20:05:33 No.29438563 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29438570
>>29432133
>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.
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!!YL6hEWhx+gn Wed 08 Feb 2017 18:23:52 No.29432133 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29438563
>>29431007
Thanks, man.
>>29426010
>>29425965
Here we fucking go.
>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.
!!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 06 Feb 2017 18:26:19 No.29420669 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29420685
>>29420664
>"Trixie made this just for you." Trixie's admirer holds her half of the heart figurine up to its symmetrical counterpart.
>The two halves clack together with the hands of each girl holding their side.
>It fits together perfectly no matter how nervously twitchy Trixie's hand gets.
>Making a perfect heart.
>Trixie tries to hold her admirer even tighter now, fogging up the mirror with her shuddering breathing.
>"Will you be Trixie's Valentine this year?"
>"Yes. Trixie would love to."
>Trixie lets out a stuttered sigh, looking down as her eyes cloud up.
>"Trixie promises you won't be alone this year. I promise with my whole heart."
>"I promise with my whole heart."
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!!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 06 Feb 2017 18:24:55 No.29420664 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29420669
>>29414315
>Trixie smiles at her reflection that smiles back.
>Feeling the warmth radiating back at her, the love in that stare.
>Those eyes of her lover really are something to get lost into.
>Especially with that desiring look in them, they're very affectionate for Trixie.
>"So... you wanted to ask Trixie something, she presumes?" Trixie waltzes over to her bed and reaches under.
>"Why, yes. Trixie happened to hide something in here a couple of days ago without you knowing."
>"What is it?"
>"Reach under your bed."
>The sly grin on Trixie's admirer's face is all the girl needed to know just how good she is at making things work.
>She has no idea how she managed to get something in here, let alone sneak in to begin with, but the very thought of someone so... cunning is a must keep in Trixie's mind.
>"What's this?" Trixie pulls out a box from under the bed.
>"An early Valentine's day present. Trixie made it especially for you."
>"Do you want Trixie to open it now?"
>Trixie's admirer nods from the mirror, and Trixie opens the little red box, which hadn't even been wrapped before.
>She pulls out a half of a tiny heart figurine, carefully carved out of wood and painted a deep pink.
>It's almost shaped like a rain drop.
>Or a tear drop.
>"Oh..." Trixie instantly admires the handy skills it must have taken to make this, then go the extra mile to somehow hide it in her room. "You've gone so far out of your way... but... where's the other half?"
>Trixie looks over to her admirer, who is already holding the other half in her hand. It looks exactly identical to the half Trixie holds.
>"I've had it with me, waiting for you to discover your half." The admirer says with a wide grin.
>Trixie slowly steps up to the mirror, lost in the eyes of her admirer who steps closer to her as well.
>They do their best to embrace one another. Trixie sniffling as she presses her forehead against the forehead of her admirer.
!!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 05 Feb 2017 18:40:15 No.29414315 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29420664
>>29406627
>Trixie lies down, peeking out of the covers, wondering how this secret admirer could have followed her home so easily.
>How they even found a way into her house after she locked the door.
>this person is good; REALLY good.
>Trixie is absolutely flattered that they have such an interest in her. Maybe they can teach her their secrets after a little... fun time.
>Maybe even during it.
>A few excited giggles escape Trixie as she peers around her room.
>No one is to be seen, but they're definitely in here. Trixie feels herself becoming enamored.
>Very... VERY... enamored.
>The intensity of the moment radiates through her body, shaking Trixie out of the covers with a goofy smile on her face.
>She slinks out of the bed and creeps around her room in a cartoonish fashion, searching for the welcomed intruder.
>"Trixie heard you were stalking her." Trixie begins in a breathy, expressive voice. "You have a skill only a fellow illusionist like Trixie can recognize. She applauds your skill. She... admires your skill."
>Trixie's breathing starts to become shaky, and she continues creeping around her room humming more music to herself.
>Pretending this is the best scene of the movie.
>The scene where she meets her... lover. Even though she's totally not taken in by their charming abilities at all. No, not at all!
>Trixie's simply... impressed.
>Really really impressed.
>This secret admirer remains hidden from view. Trixie can't find anyone anywhere.
>Only becoming more and more enthusiastic with the current chain of events.
>Until...
>Trixie's secret admirer makes herself VERY apparent to the girl.
>Standing right in front of her.
>Now exchanging nervous, blushing glances with her admirer, Trixie gazes straight into the mirror.
>Gazing into those beautiful purple eyes.
>The eyes of a girl who snuck that note to her, went home with her, followed her every entranced twist and turn all the way up to this musing moment.
>"Hey there, sweetheart."
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!!YL6hEWhx+gn Sat 04 Feb 2017 16:29:41 No.29406627 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29414315
>>29400017
>Trixie begins to tremble, letting the paper shake in her hand.
>Her heart races, her eyes go glazed with bliss.
>The girl shudders and visible shivers as she stands there.
>Stands there for only a second.
>Trixie can't stop her legs from giving way; she drops to her knees.
>Biting her lip and making quiet grunting sounds to herself.
>Shivers assault her spine, her fingers still tremble with some sort of overwhelming delight.
>She NEEDS to know who this person is.
>Trixie lies down on the ground, and in a fit of playful excitement, she crawls all the way back over to her house and up to her room. Staying on the floor.
>Rolls around on the carpet with her arms and legs stretched out.
>Trixie sniffs the paper several times, sighing loudly in a low voice.
>She hugs herself and imagines someone with that super versatile stealth doing it.
>She doesn't even know whether or not this person is actually hugging her.
>These levels of stealth are unheard of; Trixie didn't see a SINGLE person outside.
>This thought is what makes Trixie's body heat up, her mind swim and her heart thunder in her chest.
>This is already the best Valentine's day she's ever had, and the holiday itself hasn't even come yet.
>At least not outside of Trixie's fluffy little world right now, the one where she brushed herself up against the carpet and feels the softness of her arms hold herself.
>After a few minutes, Trixie makes it up to her bed and starts to think up poems to herself.
>What if this person is making her poems right now?
>Trixie knows that they might as well know everything about her. She squeals at the thought.
>Getting under the covers and closing her eyes, even though it's the middle of the afternoon and she should be at school right now.
>Trixie hears a noise in her room.
>Could it be?
!!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 03 Feb 2017 16:11:27 No.29400017 ViewReport
>>29394857
>These bowls of cereal become far too common for Trixie.
>She can't find the patience within herself to make anything else; the girl goes through box after box of cereal with thoughts buzzing around in her head.
>Her life... everything about it, has become a highlight.
>There's someone out there who needs to be made known, almost like the catalyst to an adventure.
>Now that the next day is warmer, Trixie takes a walk outside and goes around the block several times. Imagining the scenery being the setting to the beginning of a movie that just so happens to be her life literally right now lmao.
>Trixie starts imitating movie music to herself and imagining beginning credit sequences all around her, going so far to imagine the prestige of this imaginary movie in her head.
>The Tale of The Great And Powerful Trixie part 1: The Secret Admirer. This is the beginning of a twisting and turning adventure with bizarre attributes.
>Trixie lays out all of the characters in the movie's plot as she imagines the words "Executive Producer - Trixie Lulamoon" and "Director of Photography" on the side of the house on the corner of the block.
>She hums in a higher tone to immerse her mind into the flutes, violins, violas, piccolos and clarinets playing.
>Why has this become so interesting?
>On her way back to her house, Trixie notices a paper flying with the wind right across her path.
>It's sudden position and apparent presence is so poignant to Trixie that she simply has to pick it up.
>And it's as though someone perfectly planned this, sonething that deeply impresses Trixie.
>[Thingking bout me?] Says the message on the paper.
>Trixie gets light headed and damn near falls to her knees with a heavy blush invading her face.
>This movie just won all of the oscars for her.
!!YL6hEWhx+gn Thu 02 Feb 2017 18:51:52 No.29394857 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29400017
>>29394695
>>29387608
>Days go by, and Trixie only feels more and more jittery as Valentine's Day creeps up around the corner.
>Trixie questions everyone about the note, but no one officially comes forward, and it's tantalizing Trixie in a way where she doesn't want to admit that she's desperate for the answer.
>This feeling is shaking her down, making her knees weak and her palms sweaty.
>She spends most of her time at home wondering who it was instead of practicing her performances.
>It's getting the best of her, that's the confession she needs to make.
>She's someone's fool.
>Someone who knows her at school.
>Someone who thinks Trixie is really cool.
>Maybe more than cool.
>The notion itself plagues Trixie's head and the girls can't stop moving around. The feeling is just too much.
>Trixie grunts to herself as she lies on the couch, trying to watch TV to distract herself.
>Feeling the moment sink in, the sweet heat of the moment.
>She twists and turns, starting to giggle at every commercial that would come on. Inserting more than enough character in to her commentary of everything she was watching, sort of making her life more like a sitcom where she's the most hilarious and versatile character that will crush this thing that happened at school.
>Trixie's going to crush this crush that she totally doesn't have on this person whom she doesn't even know the identity of.
>There's no way someone got under her skin that easily.
>Trixie races over to the kitchen and makes herself a giant bowl of cereal. In one of the mixing bowls, adds a shit ton of sugar to it and everything.
>Isn't this girl outrageous? Her life is just going so crazy right now, she's totally out of this person's league.
>Trixie starts jumping around with the bowl on cereal.
>It's spilling all over the carpet, but Trixie is too much of a cold hearted bitch to care. She's not swayed by feelings.
>Not at all.
 
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!!YL6hEWhx+gn Thu 02 Feb 2017 18:27:40 No.29394695 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29394857
>>29387608
>Days go by, and Trixie only feels more and more jittery as Valentine's Day creeps up around the corner.
>Trixie questions everyone about the note, but no one officially comes forward, and it's tantalizing Trixie in a way where she doesn't want to admit that she's desperate for the answer.
>This feeling is shaking her down, making her knees weak and her palms sweaty.
>She spends most of her time at home wondering who it was instead of practicing her performances.
>It's getting the best of her, that's the confession she needs to make.
>She's someone's fool.
>Someone who knows her at school.
>Someone who thinks Trixie is really cool.
>Maybe more than cool.
>The notion itself plagues Trixie's head and the girls can't stop moving around. The feeling is just too much.
>Trixie grunts to herself as she lies on the couch, trying to watch TV to distract herself.
>Feeling the moment sink in, the sweet heat of the moment.
>She twists and turns, starting to giggle at every commercial that would come on. Inserting more than enough character in to her commentary of everything she was watching, sort of making her life more like a sitcom where she's the most hilarious and versatile character that will crush this thing that happened at school.
>Trixie's going to crush this crush that she totally doesn't have on this person whom she doesn't even know the identity of.
>There's no way someone got under her skin that easily.
>Trixie races over to the kitchen and makes herself a giant bowl of cereal. In one of the mixing bowls, adds a shit ton of sugar to it and everything.
>Isn't this girl outrageous? Her life is just going so crazy right now, she's totally out of this person's league.
>Trixie starts jumping around with the bowl on cereal.
>It's spilling all over the carpet, but Trixie is too much of a cold hearted bitch to care. She's not swayed by feelings.
>Not at all.
!!YL6hEWhx+gn Wed 01 Feb 2017 15:43:02 No.29387608 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29394695 >>29394857 >>29395051
And this is a quick little thing i thought of just now because it turned February.
>Trixie's face turns red as she pulls out the little note from her hat.
>She never saw someone stick it in there.
>And with that, Trixie has no idea who it was who stuck the love letter into her hat on the week before Valentine's Day.
>She takes it home and tries to analyze the handwriting, but can't recognize a thing.
>Trying to convince herself to be angry that someone would try to force her to celebrate such a mushy holiday.
>Trixie has never celebrated Valentine's Day before out of spite.
>She tries to crumple the paper up in her hand, but somehow can't find the strength to do so.
>She sits down in her room and reads it over and over again.
>Secretly enjoying the message it says, picturing the most handsome guy she can imagine saying it to her.
>Creeping up when she's not looking and slipping it into her hat with a slight of hand only Trixie could be familiar with.
>This guy was similar to Trixie in more ways the girl could have possibly conceived of.
>And she's... she's not feeling the way on the inside that she intended to.
>Trixie does the best she can to resist the butterflies in her stomach, but ultimately fails at the next day at school when rumor about her having a secret admirer spreads.
>With her heart pounding in her chest, Trixie begins to be a lot more vocal around the other students.
>Very interested in what everyone's talking about one hundred percent of the time.
>Hoping to find hints and clues about her secret admirer.
>It comes to the point where Trixie's excitement drives her to start singing and dancing in the hallways when she practices her performances.
>Getting the extra energy out.
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Caligula !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 31 Jan 2017 23:27:26 No.29383912 ViewReport
>>29383905
>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.
Caligula !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 31 Jan 2017 23:26:02 No.29383905 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29383912
So here's a quick thing I typed because why not.
 
>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.
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Random_Writefriend !!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 30 Jan 2017 12:48:21 No.29373305 ViewReport
>>29370166
>>29370328
>>29370301
Here comes the finale.
>A gushing tidal wave of shampoo squirts into Starlight's vagoo.
>She squeals in joy as the pain overtakes her. Trixie smiles widely as she squeezes the bottle even harder.
>Making more go in.
>Starlight practically literally tries to climb up the shower wall with the suds and everything all over her slipping against he tiles. Her feet stay on the floor.
>The pain surges through Starlight's body, causing her innards to tremble with some sort of mixture between delight and agony.
>It's such a beautiful sight to see; Starlight aroused while writhing in pain, trying as hard as she can to stay on her feet.
>Trixie takes the bottle and squirts some up herself as well.
>This only has up to go.
>Starlight and trixie continue to kiss, now swapping the shampoo with their mouths (okay, this is starting to get weird)
>The pain starts to make both of the girls dizzy, and soon enough, they both fall to the shower floor with streams of pleasure leaking out of their nethers.
>Each nether mashes together.
>The orgasms making the girls light as a feather.
>Trixie sighs, Starlight moans.
>Feeling the climaxes creep up their backbones.
>Trixie moans, Starlight sighs.
>Tear of joy begin to fill their eyes.
>The label definitely said no more tears.
>Good thing it's only going in their rears.
>The water pours down on the two now delirious girls, they talk in rhymes to one another.
>Dizzy on the floor and can't hope to stand up. They continue to work at eachother's soft places until the other one cums over and over again.
>Their excitement skyrockets to a level that surpasses the ceiling of the shower.
>Trixie bangs her head against the wall.
>Screeching a high-pitched mating call.
>Stimulated to the point of overload.
>Right until her breathing slowed.
 
Yeah, I have no idea where to go with this, the end.
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Random_Writefriend !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 29 Jan 2017 22:27:22 No.29370166 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29373305
>>29363819
It would be extremely painful.
>>29362930
>It all gets so fun that the girls decide that some phallic objects would be kinky for their sexy times.
>Trixie reaches for the dildo she keeps in the shower for convenience.
>She reaches around Starlight and jams it up her ass.
>"O-ohhhh!"
>It's a little tough getting it it due to Starlight being so star-tight.
**Warning: Do NOT attempt any of the following!**
>Trixie slips it out and reaches for the shampoo.
>With a flick of her wrist, she opens the lid and pours it all over the dildo.
>Starlight gasps.
>"Wh-what?"
>"Shhhhh... Trixie knows what she's doing." Trixie lets the suds run down her hand.
>Starlight's eyes widen; she regrets doing that weird teleport thing into Trixie's room.
>"Oh fuck..."
>"Oh fuck indeed!" Trixie replies with a thrust of her arm, ramming the shampoo coated dildo into to Starlight's chocolate tunnel hole.
>"AAAAHH!"
>Starlight flails her arms and legs around, somewhat enjoying this through the stimulation of the pain.
>Part of her wants to get away, another part of her wants the dildo to go in deeper.
>"Show Trixie how much you can take!"
>Starlight makes high pitched whinnying noises as her face is plastered against the tile shower wall.
>Trixie steps into the dildo's straps and begins humping with all her might.
>Feeling some of the shampoo soak into her own pussy.
>"AAaaaaaaaaHHHhhhhh~" Starlight trembles in lustful agony.
>It stings like someone took a cucumber coated with rubber cement, stuck it into her anus, let it dry and is now trying to forcefully pull it out. (Do NOT attempt that either.)
>Trixie reaches to the front of Starlight and grabs her pussy to stimulate her clitoris.
>But that feeling is barely anything compared to the stinging going on out back.
>And it's strangely turning Starlight on.
>Trixie picks up the bottle of shampoo.
>Opens the cap and sticks the thing up starlight's vagina.
>Squeezes.
>>29362994
How ya like it?
>>29370150
So cute.
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Random_Writefriend !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sat 28 Jan 2017 23:27:44 No.29362930 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29370166
>>29354880
See below.
>>29353696
>T he bed shakes as t he two girls twist and shout atop its surface.
>Trixie makes squeaking sounds with her face contorting into an ecstatic smile. Her senses collide into an explosion of passion, fear, excitement, and a lot of wanton screaming to go with it.
>T he bedsheets are momentarily soaked in one spot with collective juices that drip lustfully out of the clashing nethers; scissor flood.
>Starlight shakes uncontrollably on top of Trixie and collapses over her, despite having pinned her to the bed anyway.
>"OH YESSSS!" Starlight huffs. "That's the stuff."
>Trixie goes completely limp as Starlight un-cuffs her.
>Lies on the bed with a line of drool going down her face.
>"Wanna take a shower?" Starlight asks.
>Trixie stares at the ceiling, nodding slightly as Starlight picks her up and carries her over to the bathroom that Trixie had showered in the night before.
>They enter the room, and trixie starts making car engine sounds. "Vroom vroom..."
>Starlight hauls Trixie into the shower and turns the water on almost immediately.
>Trixie gets a surge of energy from the primarily cold water; she was right under the nozzle's aim when she was held in Starlights arms.
>She rests in Starlight's grasp and makes out with her under the pouring rain like the backseat of a wheelbus car.
>This is the point in time when the shampoo comes out, but Starlight is very cautious to keep it away from her private parts because... just don't do that.
>No seriously, don't do that. It burns.
>They make out with Shampoo running down their faces from their heads.
>Slipping their hands all over their luscious bodies and spreading the suds everywhere they can reach.
>This is getting fun now.
 
I almost wrote Trixie turning into a literal shower, but that's an idea I have saved for one of the many other stories I'm writing.
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Random_Writefriend !!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 27 Jan 2017 17:56:45 No.29353696 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29362930
>>29348924
Here's another post, my dudes. Hope you're are enjoying so far.
 
>Trixie begins to squirm around under Starlight.
>But it's more of an excited squirt, a few stifled giggles are prevented from erupting out of the girl.
>Starlight's breasts squish against Trixie's, her legs locking themselves around Trixie's legs.
>She's looking to REALLY make this girl relax now.
>Starlight rams her tongue into Trixie's mouth with a sharp squeal. Tightening the leg lock there already is until their bare crotches meet.
>Mounds mash into mounds.
>Trixie trembles and begins to make high pitched grunting noises. Her legs try to kick, but cannot move.
>Starlight pins her down and tastes the sides of her neck and shoulders.
>Showing Trixie what it really feels like to have shivers go up her spine.
>"That's it, baby. You and I are gonna have fun in here." Starlight groans with her hips undulating against Trixie. "C'mon... c'mon, sweetheart, show mama what you can do."
>Trixie involuntarily humps back from below. And she shuts her eyes hard with passion.
>Wanting to feel more of Starlight's nether region against her own.
>And Trixie cries out when she feels Starlight's tongue brush past her nipple. She nearly breaks the bedpost the spasm she gets is so powerful.
>"OOhhhhhh..." Moans and jolts Trixie. "Yeh... YESSS!"
>Starlight kisses and strokes Trixie's body, the bound girl sprawled onto her back.
>The handcuffs loudly clanking as Trixie's arms and legs FAIL to keep still.
>The bed sheets are scrunched up and shifted around atop the surface of the bed. They become moist with sweat and soon... juices in a very specific spot.
>Trixie drools a little bit from her crotch being scrubbed by a similar surface for so long.
>Her face glows red-pink and her eyes roll back in her head. Starlight does EVERYTHING except let up.
>Doubling down on her merciless grinding against Trixie's sweet spot.
>Trixie tenses up on t he bed, unable to leave this heated state of... overwhelming eroticism.
Random_Writefriend !!YL6hEWhx+gn Thu 26 Jan 2017 23:15:19 No.29348924 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29353696
>>29341403
>Trixie can't seem to escape the hold the handcuffs have on her.
>She struggles to break free as Starlight approaches, but it's to no avail.
>"It's okay, Trixie. I'm just gonna snip your clothes off. Not going to open the door or anything."
>"Ergh, what?" Trixie strains.
>"Not gonna tear down your wall."
>Starlight starts with Trixie's blue jacket.
>She snips it up the back, reaching under Trixie to start cutting.
>"Trixie is warning you! Untie her this instant!"
>Starlight pulls the halves of Trixie's jacket down the other girl's arms.
>She snips the sides of Trixie's shirt next, starting from the bottom.
>"Just relax, everything's going to be made okay."
>"Why are you cutting Trixie's clothes off! Trixie doesn't like being stripped!"
>"Shh..." Starlight finishes cutting all the way up to the sleeve holes and pulls the shirt away from Trixie. "That's a nice bra you're wearing."
>"Fuck off!" Trixie makes angry eyes and starts to angrily foam at the mouth.
>Starlight takes the scissors and places the front knot of the bra between the blades. She snips it apart, and lets Trixie's tits bounce out into the open.
>Starlight then loosens the front of Trixie's pants and starts cutting down the leg.
>"There is no reason for this!" Trixie gripes.
>"It's okay, Trixie. I'm your friend." Starlight responds, soon getting Trixie's pants completely dismembered.
>She then turns the scissors to Trixie's purple panties, and snips both sides apart.
>Pulls it away and Trixie is completely nude.
>"Now, then." Starlight starts to take her own clothes off.
>Trixie watches in a mixture of arousal and horror as this happens.
>"What are we going to do on the-"
>"Shhh..." Starlight, now entirely naked, climbs on top of Trixie. "You've been in here a while. I think it's time to give you some fun. From a friend."
 
>>29341768
Thanks, man. Means a lot somehow.
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Random_Writefriend !!YL6hEWhx+gn Wed 25 Jan 2017 22:20:06 No.29341403 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29348924
>>29329941
>>29330050
>Trixie tells everyone who comes to her barricaded door that she's not fooled by their tricks because she herself has a history in trickery.
>She just K N O W S that they are trying to deceive her.
>Doctors, police officers, the townspeople, the local superheroes, practically everyone comes to Trixie's door and tries to get her out.
>But her wall blocks them.
>Starlight Glimmer is their last hope, and she assures them that she knows the perfect way to convince Trixie to come out.
>She hauls over a yamaha keyboard and starts playing it.
>Trixie asks through the wall what that beautiful sound is, and. To which, Starlight responds with "It's the bestest mechanical keyboard in the whole wide world that can do magic and shit", which in reality, it's just your average everyday yamaha keyboard that can't actually do magic.
>"How does Trixie know you're not using the keyboard to imitate Starlight's voice?" Trixie yells into the hallway. "You're just trying to deceive her!"
>"You can touch all of the keyboards you want if you let me in!"
>"Not by a long shot! This is Trixie's room!"
>"C'mon! Just tear down your wall!"
>"HA! How did you know Trixie built a wall if you never saw it from the outside? You saw it through Trixie's webcam, didn't you? Because you're spying on her and trying to get her to come out!"
>Starlight's had enough of this.
>She goes through the portal to Equestria, but only sticks her head through the portal.
>Now she has her horn as a unicorn, and she uses her unicorn horn magic to teleport herself into Trixie's room.
>This works because of course it does, just go with it!
>"Wha..." Trixie is shocked, stunned, befuddled and befused. "How did you..."
>"Because I'm the real Glim Shady! Okay? Listen, I just need you to do something for me."
>"Is Shim Shady here with you too?" Trixie asks before she is handcuffed to her bed from hands and feet. "What the..."
>Starlight takes out a pair of scissors. "I think you're wearing too much~"
Random_Writefriend !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 24 Jan 2017 05:17:55 No.29329941 ViewReport
This is a quick little story about Trixie I wrote a couple of minutes ago.
>Trixie sits in front of her computer, it's about five in the morning.
>She wants to sleep, she has classes in about four hours, and she hasn't slept much at all in the past week or so. But that doesn't matter in her mind, despite it mattering in her heart.
>When it comes to Trixie's mind, there is no way to avoid posting on the internet. The act of doing so eclipses everything else she thinks about.
>Trixie can hardly suffice the overwhelming urge to post on the internet once a day.
>A couple hundred words a day keeps the chain together; don't break it.
>Trixie is in no mood for stopping, even though she actually is in every mood for stopping.
>Something has to come out every day, something new, fresh out of the oven.
>These sleepless nights are... w o r t h i t ~
>But Trixie gets bored of posting in the same place over and over again; she sometimes delivers a couple hundred of her words in different directions to spice things up a bit.
>But still wasting her time away nevertheless.
>It comes to the point where she hasn't left her room at all.
>Trixie cannot stop.
>She barricades herself into her room and goes wild with her computer.
>Searing the surfaces of her keyboard with her fingertips and the ways of her words.
>Only piling up wasted hours after wasted hours.
>Letting the rest of her life slip away.
>No one is able to locate her for days, not having predicted what horrors she would subject herself to.
>Finally, Trixie's friend, Starlight Glimmer, hears maniacal laughter coming from the basement of Trixie's home.
>A familiar laughter.
>She calls all of her friends and neighbors to try and get Trixie out.
>Meanwhile, Trixie builds a literal wall out of brick and cement she extracted from the house's foundation by digging.
>Blocking the door even more.
>Smashing her webcam and documenting her life on lined paper.
>Saying the world wishes to deceive her.
 
How does Starlight save Trixie?
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 23 Jan 2017 16:32:54 No.29326005 ViewReport
>>29325990
>Starlight finds herself slightly turned on by Trixie's... unbound enthusiasm. Something that most people would be too shy to hold inside.
>But Trixie doesn't seem to care.
>If anything, that's probably the main thing that helped her become famous.
>After getting into the room, and letting Trixie in first, Starlight gets a look from Sunset that says this exact same thing.
>They both have their sights set on Trixie.
>"Say uh..." Starlight starts. "You going to be coming back here after your performance?"
>"Mhm!" Trixie cutely smiles with her eyes blinking. "Trixie would love to spend some time here. She's a huuuuuge fan of your work!"
>Starlight just barely manages to resist biting her lip. "We're fans of your work too."
 
Okay, now I'm done pitching this idea. I think. I guess Trixie being added to the equation is just another one of the options for how this could go. Lewdly or not.
>>29325969
Darn, I just realized I accidentally fused the first two sentences in that post together. I wonder if there are any others like that.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 23 Jan 2017 16:30:15 No.29325990 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29326005
>>29325980
>"Well, I was wondering if you'd want to come along with us during out next tour." Starlight offers. "Or maybe vice versa."
>Trixie is lucky she wasn't already drinking her orange juice -- she would have spit it out upon hearing that. "Are... are you serious?" Trixie gasps with her eyes growing wide.
>Sunset looks at Starlight and nods in agreement.
>"Oh... uh..." Trixie is ALMOST at a loss for words. "Trixie would be honored!"
>Trixie yelled her answer loudly enough to be heard by a number of other people in the front sitting area of the hotel and bar.
>This is when they immediately recognize that there are famous people over there, not having looked in that direction until now.
>Starlight and Sunset wave with their cheeks blushing a little again from the sudden attention. Trixie gets stars in her eyes from it, and stands up to greet her fans as they direct their attention towards her and the other two.
>"Oh my gosh! It's all three of them together in one spot!" A young girl exclaims before taking out her mobile phone. "Can I take a picture with you?!"
>Her legs are awkwardly shaking with glee.
>"Come right over!" Trixie has her pen out for autograph signing.
>Trixie by far enjoys the next several minutes of fans swarming her and the other two. She's always felt so loved in these types of moments.
>After the autograph signing is over, Starlight offers for trixie to join her and Sunset up in their hotel room for planning how they're going to do a collab show.
>"We're actually staying her for the next couple of days to relax a little more." Sunset tells Trixie.
>Trixie claps her hands together again and squeals excitedly. "Oh how convenient! Trixie was just checking out of her room! She has a couple of hours before she has to get ready for the next performance, as she was planning to find somewhere to eat first." Her feet can't stay still. "Let's go!"
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 23 Jan 2017 16:29:05 No.29325980 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29325990
>>29325972
>Trixie finds herself confronting Sunset Shimmer and Starlight Glimmer, the creators of the channel SunLight.
>These two girls are very good singers, well known for the couple of albums they have put out, and Trixie sees a lot of potential in working with these two.
>They recognize Trixie as they come down from their hotel room one late morning.
>Their hair messy and shirts inside out, but Trixie is still able to recognize them as well.
>"Oh hey!" Starlight strides over to the comedian. "Look who it is."
>Trixie sits in her seat at the breakfast bar. Smiling and quietly clapping from excitement.
>"Trixie didn't expect to see you two here." Trixie asks. "She didn't know you were touring here."
>Sunset giggles and looks at her partner. "Oh, we're not touring right now." She hints, nudging Starlight on the arm.
>Starlight blushes.
>Trixie catches on to what she meant after a couple of seconds. "Oh, that's right! You two are together too."
>"Yeah, we just like to have a little bit of fun in between tours." Sunset explains. "We were actually on our way to get breakfast too."
>"So are you touring here?" Asks Starlight.
>"Yes. Trixie feels like she can't have fun if she's not performing. It's just like a second nature to her at this point."
>Sunset and Starlight exchange glances, having recharged after lying in bed together all morning; they begin to feel eachother's currently growing ambition.
>The three girls converse for another couple of minutes or so, describing how their lives are going and agreeing with one another how crazy it can get running around all the time, but how it's more than worth it with it being so fun.
>"Say, do you have an open schedule later on?" Starlight eventually asks.
>"Why's that?" Trixie hands the waitress the couple of dollars for the orange juice she ordered.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 23 Jan 2017 16:28:00 No.29325972 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29325980
>>29325969
>Trixie wears a green body suit as she does this, and usually surprises people by hiding behind refrigerators and scaring people in their kitchens by jumping off the counter and squirting them with either Ranch or Thousand Island.
>This whole thing becomes extremely popular on both TV and the internet.
>YouTube is trending often with Trixie's videos. All of the full length episodes can be found, and hundreds of YouTubers edit her videos. With titles saying "The Trixie Show: Episode 5, but..." and then they list the things they changed.
>People are actually taking the time to edit the entire episodes as wholes, and Trixie even encourages it after finding out how widespread the trend has become.
>After the 20th episode, Trixie starts to edit her older episodes by both digitally changing things and adding new material as well.
>But she doesn't just leave it at replacing certain parts, she changes around the very content itself.
>Doing covers of what she did before, now with more and more equipment she couldn't previously afford.
>Hollywood signs Trixie a couple of movie deals, and she starts working with Michael Bay on special effects such as CGI explosions. She also works with him on CGI explosions, but different somehow.
>All the while she's doing these things that have turned into literal stunts, Trixie inserts little spurts of stand up where she would take the latest meme on the internet and make as many references to it as she possibly can.
>Trixie makes it clear which one she's focusing on, thus dictating the theme of each episode.
>Needless to say... Trixie more than knows what she's doing, and she's even more than having fun with it.
>But things really start to get interesting when another popular YouTube channel recognizes Trixie's work and asks for a collab.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 23 Jan 2017 16:26:56 No.29325969 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29325972 >>29326005
>>29318183
Maybe soon.
>>29315208
>>29314994
Here's one more post to maybe a post and a half or something like that.
>>29314900
>After her stunning debut, Trixie gets a one way ticket to Hollywood She's not at all hesitant to pack all of her things and leave her hometown of Canterlot behind.
>She rents a trailer like a lot of performers do and begins to think of ways to further captivate her audiences with this unique form of comedy that's not just limited at all to certain places on the internet, no way.
>The first few shows Trixie does are even more fun that the schtick back in Canterlot.
>Trixie always loved being in front of a large crowd that cheers wildly for her, and she can practically control their emotions with her words alone.
>She gains major traction in Hollywood. Catching the eyes of audiences and producers alike. Along with this, the first filming sessions of her new sitcom start in about a week.
>Trixie spends the entire next seven days writing the script for the show, and she goes searching around the internet for anything she can use
>The director gives her a confused, worried look when she shows him the already final draft. But the script fits Trixie's past material like a slipper. And her past material was proven to be a versatile success.
>This show is less of a sitcom and more of a reality TV prank show, but with internet memes.
>The name of the show is The Trixie Show, then the episode number.
>The first episode starts off with Trixie, the protagonist, flying around in a jetpack dressed in a bumblebee costume.
>She is documented holding a big jar of honey and pouring it onto random people in the street. The people on the street are paid actors, but Trixie's pulling a Joey Salads on this.
>She also takes a bottle of Ranch dressing and runs around squirting the paid actors with it too.
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 22 Jan 2017 21:11:52 No.29321043 ViewReport
>>29321032
>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?
 
Not sure if I want to expand on this, but yeah, here's a concept for a ShimmerGlimmer green. If someone else feels like working with it, go ahead, I don't really care.
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 22 Jan 2017 21:10:44 No.29321032 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29321043
>>29321021
Pretty good, man.
>>29321020
>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.
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 22 Jan 2017 21:09:43 No.29321020 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29321032
>>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.
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sat 21 Jan 2017 23:59:08 No.29314900 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29325969
>>29308700
>>29308768
>>29309372
>>29313071
Here's a quickie I though of after typing the last stand-up one. Kind of just a concept with this one, though...
 
Trixie the Comedian.
>Everyone watches the girl stride onto the stage.
>"Thank you! Thank you! How are we all feeling tonight?"
>The crowd just claps and cheers in response.
>"Trixie would like to applaud to you instead for being such a great audience!" She claps with the microphone in her hand. "Now listen closely."
>The audience goes quiet, some anticipating what's inevitably going to happen next.
>"Here's a little lesson in comedy... this is going down in history."
>The instrumental version of "We Are Number One" starts playing.
>"If you want to be a stand up number one... you have to think of jokes on the run!"
>Trixie runs to the side of the stage and pulls out a small model of an airplane.
>"This plane sure looks small, right?"
>The audience laughs hysterically with tears in their eyes, doing the OK sign with their hands.
>"But what if Trixie told you... that this plane wasn't really small?"
>She opens the hatch and pulls out a Bane mask.
>The audience cheers.
>"What if Trixie told you she was a big guy?"
>The audience responds in unison: "For you!"
>"It's no wonder the plane would look so small in comparison! Do you know why the plane looks so small next to a big guy?"
>"Why?" The audience asks.
>"Tell Trixie what the plane doesn't have on it!"
>Memebers in the audience take random guesses, shouting them at the stage. Trixie smiles down upon them.
>"Developers!"
>More laughter and cheers come from the audience.
>"Developers developers developers developers!"
>Trixie pulls more and more memes out of her head as the act goes on. The audience cheers her on.
>Even Trixie herself laughs at the jokes she tells.
>She gets a ton of revenue form that one concert alone, and soon receives a deal for a sitcom in the upcoming Autumn.
The end?
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 20 Jan 2017 23:32:55 No.29308700 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29314900
>>29308695
>"What's wrong? You telling me you actually have had wild experiences at the DMV? Because that place isn't exactly an amusement park, you know. The people there work really hard, and frankly, if I were to make jokes about them up here on this stage, that would just be downright rude."
>Sugarcoat continues on like this, soon boring the audience enough to start jeering.
>She starts to ask them why they come from such a boring town where nothing interesting ever happens, and insists that the chances are that none of them have been in very many funny moments in their life.
>Begins listing the stats of the local poverty rates and tells them that they are childish for wanting jokes about people who work at the DMV.
>Sugarcoat gets booed off stage and flicks the audience off before disappearing behind the tomato stained curtain.
End.
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 20 Jan 2017 23:31:54 No.29308695 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29308700
>>29293883
I couldn't resist typing something for this post.
 
Title: Sugarcoat the Comedian.
 
>"Thank you, thank you." Sugarcoat walks onto the stage, her weird looking pigtails bouncing with each step.
>The audience stops clapping.
>After a silent but deep breath, the girl begins.
>"Have you ever stood in line at the DMV?"
>The audience chuckles.
>"...I honestly don't know why you're laughing yet, I barely started the joke."
>The audience thinks she's just poking more fun at her own act and laughs even more.
>Sugarcoat exhales and continues.
>"Have you even sat next to a mother with two or three loud children?"
>In response, the audience begins oohing and ahhing as though they all instantly relate.
>"It's probably annoying, isn't it? If it actually happens all the time, of course." Sugarcoat paces around the stage with the microphone. "Because i'm sure a lot of you have been to the DMV, and it's not unlikely that your visits there weren't as entertaining as they are on TV or in the movies."
>The audience laughs, a little bit quieter this time.
>"Don't lie, you probably just sat there and waited for your number to get called, and nothing interesting happened just like how it usually goes in real life."
>It starts to become clear where this is going for the people who know Sugarcoat well enough.
>"But people really do like to over-exaggerate things, no? They like to enrich their stories with things that never actually happened to make themselves seem more interesting. And i suppose that some of you are expecting me to do that on this stage tonight."
>The audience starts to look confused.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Thu 19 Jan 2017 19:12:37 No.29301182 ViewReport
>>29301173
>The back bumper of the car screeches on the road as she drives; the lid of the trunk can hardly handle this.
>Rarity pulls in to her driveway, and the combined masses of the clothes in her trunk and the clothes in her closet are near eachother enough to start gravitating together.
>The densities of the clothes clusters pull the closet door off the hinges and Rarity's car into the air.
>They crash together, combining their mass into one hyper-dense ball of fabric.
>It collapses into itself under its own weight and contracts into a singularity.
>The Rarity singularity.
>It forms a supermassive black hole that swallows the entire solar system.
End.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Thu 19 Jan 2017 19:11:33 No.29301173 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29301182
>>29301166
>She'd then return home with a fresh bowl of forgotten ice cream soup at room temperature for Sweetie Belle to promptly pour down the kitchen sink.
>Rarity goes to her car and backs out of the driveway, making sure there is enough money in her wallet to buy anything she needs.
>There's like, 2,000 dollars in there.
>Rarity goes back in and gets another 1,500 just in case a new clothing trend is in.
>She then drives over to the mall.
>Enters the front doors and immediately can't choose where she wants to go first. There are just os many things for her to choose from.
>She goes to the shoe section first.
>...
>An hour and a half later, Rarity rolls her cart around the aisles. The cart is heavy and jam-packed with newly bought items.
>Rarity has the white and gold dress on the outer rim to take to customer service.
>She goes there.
>"Ah! Miss Rarity! Glad to see you back... again." Greets the clerk.
>"Oh you know me, darling. Always a regular here." She pulls the dress up to the counter. "I have a couple of questions about this dress."
>Rarity asks the clerk to check the receipts again and again, but the dress apparently wasn't sold at the mall at all.
>There is no solution from addressing the clerk about this either, and Rarity walks away with her confused eyes on the dress.
>She goes around the mall buying more new clothes. Seeking out every sale she can find.
>Rarity soon enters a dimly lit store.
>She winks at the cool guys wearing their leather jackets and sunglasses in here. Generously giving them her attention.
>But she looks down the the mystery dress on the rim of the cart and gasps.
>It's black and blue now!
>Rarity picks it up and recognizes the design; it's the dress she had been missing.
>How in the world did it change colors?
>She finishes shopping and hauls her large collection of newly bought clothes home.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Thu 19 Jan 2017 19:10:06 No.29301166 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29301173
>>29301156
>The hours go by, and it's around noon. Rarity is finally nearing the end of her inspection of her massive wardrobe.
>She makes a list on a slip of paper, listing all of the new items she wants to find while spending the rest of the day at the mall buying clothes until it closes.
>Rarity gets her purse and takes the dress on the bed with her to see from the mall records if she had bought it from there.
>But before she does this, she pays a visit to Sweetie's room.
>Sweetie Belle answers to the knock on her door. "Come in!"
>Rarity enters the room, and sees Sweetie Belle on the computer with the lights off.
>Besides the dim computer screen, the only light source is from the hallway right behind Rarity.
>"Sweetie, I have a question. Is this dress yours?"
>She holds it up in front of her sister.
>Sweetie takes a long look at the black and blue dress.
>"I remember that you said that you liked to wear white and gold, and I happen to be missing my black and blue dress from my room."
>Sweetie makes the most confused face, seeing Rarity holding the very dress she said she's missing in her hands.
>But she's too impatient to address this matter right now. "That doesn't look like mine. And black and blue aren't my colors anyway." She gives a lazy answer and waits for her sister to say okay and leave.
>"That's... sort of what I thought." Rarity wonders to herself. "I imagine you wouldn't take a black and blue dress up to your room anyway. Oh well, thanks anyway."
>"No prob, sis."
>"By the way, I'm heading to the mall, would you like me to bring you back some ice cream?"
>Sweetie Belle silently groans.
>"Uh, no thanks. Mom said I'm not supposed to have too many sweets until my cavities are gone."
>Rarity sighs. "Oh! Right, I completely forgot about that."
>Sweetie actually lied. She already knows that Rarity would buy the ice cream and then carry it around for three more hours while she buys clothes.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Thu 19 Jan 2017 19:09:03 No.29301156 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29301166
Welp, since we seem to be posting a lot of Rarity pics, here's another short Rarity story.
 
Rarity and the Magic Dress.
>Rarity never thought she would come fact to face with a magic dress.
>She stays up in her room, sorting her astronomical amount of clothes. Humming the same tune from the other story to herself.
>Goes through her boot collection, goes through her blouse collection, her pants collection, her skirt collection, her other boot collection, her high heels collection...
>Starts to make a mess in her room. Clothes lay everywhere on the floor like grass on the great plains.
>But as Rarity goes through her dress collection, she notices something strange about one of the dresses she tossed on top of the other clothes.
>It glistens in the morning sun, being in the path of the rays of light coming through the window.
>The thing catches Rarity's attention, drawing her over and prompting her to pick it up.
>It's a beautiful white and gold dress, a dress that Rarity does not remember buying.
>She automatically worries that it may belong to someone else.
>With a flick of her wrist, she tosses it onto the bed and plans to put it in lost and found when she goes shopping for more clothes later on this afternoon.
>Eventually goes back to her dress collection after thinking too hard about it.
>...
>Something's wrong.
>Rarity double and triple checks her collection for a certain black and blue dress she specifically remembers buying.
>It's nowhere to be found.
>Rarity looks back to the white and gold dress on the bed.
>It's pretty obvious what happened; she must have accidentally taken one of Sweetie Belle's dresses while Sweetie accidentally took hers.
>No big deal, she'll just ask Sweetie to check the collection she has in her room.
>All she has to do is wait for Sweetie to get home.
>That shouldn't take too long.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Wed 18 Jan 2017 21:20:23 No.29295310 ViewReport
>>29290280
>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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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 17 Jan 2017 23:53:45 No.29289681 ViewReport
>>29289676
>Rarity tries to swipe it off, but it climbs behind to her back so her hands follow.
>The towel unravels, and Rarity is forced to catch it.
>But it falls enough for her nipples to slip out, and this really gets the horny squirrels going.
>Rarity hears them making mating calls, and yanks the towel back over her chest without folding it to stay in place.
>The bottom is lifted too high and now Rarity's pussy is out in the open.
>The Squirrel on Rarity's back finds its way under the towel.
>Rarity's scream echoes through the woods as she bunches up the towel even more to her back to catch the little pest.
>Her entire abdomen and everything below is completely exposed, unwillingly flaunting its womanly curves that lure the squirrels in.
>Rarity's lewd properties wide open in the mountain air.
>They strike in the font now; one of them bulls-eyeing Rarity in the crotch and working its little paws in.
>Rarity's hands desperately try to cover herself up and knock the squirrels off at the same time, but they move too fast and there are only more and more of them that collectively swarm her.
>The girl is brought to her knees, to her side and to her back and the squirrels overtake her, half of them exploring under the rumpled towel that barely covers Rarity at this point anyway.
>Why wasn't she careful enough? Why didn't she remember that she has lewd everything?
>...
>Rarity returns to camp nude and covered in squirrel hair.
>"Rarity? What the hay happened?" Applejack asks.
>She squints at Applejack.
>"The wind. It was the wind, darling."
>"...What?" Applejack is beyond confused.
>Rarity grabs Applejack by the collar and repeats herself.
>"The wind..."
End.
 
>>29289505
I did not know this image existed.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 17 Jan 2017 23:52:42 No.29289676 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29289681
>>29289669
>But the squirrel doesn't listen, only creeps towards Rarity is the creepiest manner possible.
>Very slowly.
>Needless to say, Rarity is freaked out by this, and lets out a yelp before turning in the opposite direction to jog away as fast as she can.
>She holds the small towel in place, trying to prevent her tits from slipping out the top every time she takes a panicked step.
>She can hear the squirrel scurrying after her, which only prompts Rarity to pick up her pace.
>But luck isn't on Rarity's side today.
>Her bare foot trips over a twig and the girl falls to the ground.
>The towel comes loose and she has to re-wrap it around her body quickly.
>Rarity is getting dirt all over her arms and knees now.
>That shower was all for not at this point; and it literally costed the girl her clothes.
>Rarity rises tot her feet again, now only slowly backing away from the squirrel.
>Another similar noise sounds behind Rarity, and she turns around to find a second squirrel approaching her.
>They are both creeping towards her in a slow manner, and their eyes are locked onto her body.
>A third squirrel soon comes onto the scene.
>Rarity tries to spread the towel over herself more as the squirrels ogle her bare shoulders.
>Rarity has always been aware of the fact that everything about her is lewd.
>Her shoulders, her legs, her chest, ass, hips, everything.
>And she remembers this, soon becoming terrified of the fact that this towel doesn't cover enough of her.
>It's attracting the attention of these wild squirrels, and they see something they really want.
>She tries shooing them again, telling the to stay back.
>Rarity's is surrounded now as more and more squirrels can be heard scurrying around in the rustling leaves.
>There's no way for Rarity to hide her curves from the woodland critters. They know what they saw, what they're seeing.
>Welcome to the fucking jungle.
>The first squirrel finally gets close enough to leap up onto Rarity's hip.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 17 Jan 2017 23:51:40 No.29289669 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29289676
>>29289657
>The last thing she wants to do is go out there when she's indecent, but she apparently has no other choice.
>There isn't any time to try and make sense of why her clothes are gone, but Rarity does find that she forgot to lock the door after closing it.
>The very feeling of someone running off with her clothes so she'd have nothing to wear makes Rarity feel a little sick in her stomach.
>But after a few minutes of trying to think of an alternative plan (and failing), Rarity opens the door with nothing but the towel around her.
>Might as well head on back to camp. If Rarity remembers correctly, it should be at most a mile away.
>At VERY most.
>But the distance Rarity remembers does not sit with with her. She knows it's going to take at least fifteen minutes to get back by walking on foot.
>But she gets going, crossing her arms over her busty chest and pulling the bottom of the towel down in case it starts to ride up her thighs.
>The wind slightly picks up, but Rarity's skin still being a little wet makes it feel colder and more intense than it actually is.
>She shudders from the cold; teeth chattering and legs trembling.
>A few paces later, she stops dead in her tracks.
>Rarity silently listens, swearing to herself that she heard the sound of something moving.
>Something the size of a small animal, which is more than a little probable under these circumstances.
>Nothing appears from behind the bushes, and Rarity is in too much of a rush to just stop now.
>She keeps on going, but hears the noise again.
>Rarity turns around more furiously, far from in the mood for this kind of crap.
>However, she notices something move this time around.
>Surprisingly enough, it doesn't stay in hiding.
>A squirrel comes scurrying out of the bushes, looking right up at Rarity.
>The girl backs away from it, wishing she knew how to do that thing Fluttershy does when she talks to animals.
>Basically tells it to shoo and go somewhere else.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 17 Jan 2017 23:50:36 No.29289657 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29289669
>>29285284
Doing the story where Rarity's clothes go missing during a shower now.
 
>There's no reason for the shower room to be so far out into the woods like this.
>It's such a long hike back to camp that Rarity questions whether or not taking a shower is even worth it; she imagines she'd get just muddy and sweaty on the way back anyway.
>But of course, she still needs to condition her hair, so into the room she goes.
>Closes the door, strips down and turns the water on.
>At least it's nice hearing the sounds of nature around oneself as they shower. Hauntingly tranquil.
>Rarity lathers herself up as she turns the water on full blast, completely unable to hear anything that's going on outside of the little single-shower room.
>And she really can't hear anything outside of the shower itself either, but happily hums a song to herself anyway.
>She eventually starts singing as her hands spread the body wash all over her slippery body.
>Takes advantage of the fact that there is tons of hot water to have coming from the nearby hot spring.
>Rarity takes fifteen minutes, then twenty more minutes, and then another twenty more minutes.
>The girl has a grand old time in the shower, standing under the hot water and relaxing.
>She plans to do this much more often as she turns the water off. It's a shame the walk back is going to undo most of what this shower did for Rarity.
>Whatever, it's just another excuse to take another one of these tomorrow.
>Rarity steps out of the shower, looks towards the floor and gasps is horror.
>Her clothes are gone. Completely gone.
>She checks every corner of the room after wrapping a small towel around herself.
>Nothing, they have completely disappeared into thin air.
>Rarity starts to shiver as the chill from the mountain wind licks her skin.
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Random_Writefag !!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 16 Jan 2017 20:39:05 No.29282490 ViewReport
>>29276675
>>29277591
>"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.
SaantentGrevext !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 15 Jan 2017 23:47:11 No.29276557 Spoiler ViewReport
>>29276533
>Prompting you to cum.
>Rarity catches the pre-cum with her tongue, and as soon as she tastes enough of it in her mouth, she starts to share it with Applejack over your shoulder.
>Soon offering some to Pinkie and Fluttershy as well.
>They stimulate you more and more until you can no longer hold back.
>You feel yourself climax with the force of 1,001.5 suns.
>Here comes the load; Rarity and Fluttershy eagerly lean their faces in with their mouths open.
>Not sure if they're more hungry or thirsty.
>Your load shoots out; spaghetti and meatballs. (because I need to make something different happen)
>Rarity and Fluttersy's faces are coated in noodles and tomato sauce, all warmed up from your body heat.
>The meatballs start hitting them in the face, but they catch as many as they can and PASSIONATELY chew them.
>"Mmmmmmmmmm~"
>They share it with Pinkie Pie and Applejack, getting saucy stains everywhere with the exquisite cuisine.
>They got a hot meal now. No need to eat dinner later; they will be full for a while.
>...
>You finish cumming, and the girls wash everything down with their breast milk.
>Finally get picked up by your buddy, Norman the normal person.
>"Duuude, why are you covered in Ragu Sauce?"
"Just drive, man."
The End.
I just had to get something out before midnight.
>>29272032
Not even I know what it means.
>>29270161
>>29269461
I'll post more of it tomorrow for sure this time. Pic related.
SaantentGrevext !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 15 Jan 2017 23:43:57 No.29276533 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29276557
>>29276523
>Pinkie Pie slides onto the other side of you while Applejack massages your shoulders from behind.
>It's not long before they start tugging at the waistline of your pants.
>It's too tight for just one of them to get the pants to go anywhere.
>But they work together and manage, not even bothering to undo the button or unzip your fly.
>You're easily at full mast now, and it's very apparent to them. That member is dying to come out.
>And these friendly girls here want to help you out.
>Their breathing against your neck quickens as they get the pants halfway down your hips.
>The very sight of it is forcing Pinkie Pie's face to turn bright red; and the others aren't blushing any less.
>You can literally hear them breathing as they tug harder, getting almost desperate for to meat that's underneath.
>All four of them crowd around you and hold you down. Working your tight pants off.
>Not allowing you to leave until they get what they want so badly from you.
>The pants are finally pulled far down enough for your ass to be completely out.
>Applejack wedges herself under you and starts to feel around your glutes. Breathing down your neck with a few quiet sighs.
>All four of the girls start to gasp lewdly as they watch the base of your cock appear, and slowly get unveiled as they all pull your pants down your meaty thighs.
>You can swear that they're starting to drool as they completely free the erect member and fling it to bounce off of your stomach.
>Pinkie hungrily grabs your shaft and begins stroking. Fluttershy reaches in and sneaks her fingers to your balls.
>Applejack keeps pulling your pants down with your ass in her lap.
>Rarity leans in and plays with your head with the tip of her tongue.
>All of which makes you heat up like CHS is located near the fucking equator or something.
>Your junk is lovingly assaulted and fondled by these young ladies.
>It's not clear whether or not they've had practice before, you know know they're definitely into it now.
SaantentGrevext !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 15 Jan 2017 23:42:55 No.29276523 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29276533
>>29276513
>They know what they want.
>You know what they want.
"I just wanted to..."
>"That's a nice outfit you've go there." Fluttershy steps in front of you.
>"Why don'cha come sit with us?" Applejack puts her hands on your shoulders.
"Um, well... my buddy is going to pick me up in a little bit."
>"Oh? How long, darling?" Rarity almost whispers into your ear.
"In an... hour." You tell her the truth because of course you do.
>You actually did all of this stuff today on purpose because you secretly wanted this to happen.
>They think you're so scared right now.
>"Well we can hang out until then." Pinkie tells you.
>"I've missed you a lot since last week." Fluttershy sighs, before gently pulling you in for a hug.
>It's a cushioned hug; this girl's got some knockers on her.
"Oh, heh."
>Your heart rate speeds up, and you feel Pinkie Pie hug you from behind.
>"I missed you too, Nonny."
>From where Rarity and Applejack's eyes go, you know exactly what they're trying to do.
>The other two girls' eyes go right to your crotch, which is starting to become an even tighter space right now.
>It's clear they can see your bulge growing. Enchanting them and making them hopelessly moist.
>They herd you over to the bleachers and sit you down.
>Pretend to try and stand back up, but they push you back onto your ass.
>Rarity bites her lip as she looks behind you and watches your lower back slide out from underneath.
>They're soon starting to have you lean back.
>"No need to go anywhere else, Anon." Applejack tells you. "Just stay riiiight here with us."
>Can't stand up again; you're held back down upon attempting to do so.
>"Riiiight here." Applejack repeats, quieter and more breathy this time.
>Fluttershy positions your arm around her and hugs you from the side, feeling up your toned torso.
>"So how are you feeling, darling?" Rarity sits herself onto your knees.
"I dunno."
SaantentGrevext !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 15 Jan 2017 23:41:53 No.29276513 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29276523
>>29276499
>It's so tight that you can even see the crease separating the head of your dick from the shaft.
>It doesn't help that you're a rather large-sized man. (gee, what were the odds?)
>You just have to deal with this until one of the teachers calls you out for violating the school dress code with your massive schlong.
>It's surprising how none of them say a word the entire day. You're basically a walking porn flick right now.
>These clothes might as well be a coat of paint.
>You can hardly move around; hardly escape everyone's line of sight when they start to stare.
>...
>After school.
>You missed the bus home because of course you did.
>Text a buddy of yours to come pick you up since you don't have your car with you.
>He's busy with stuff and can't come by for another hour, but you'll take it.
>Walk around with a weird feeling that there are people waiting for you. Out to get you somehow.
>As thought you're being stalked by a predator.
>Go around a corner.
>"Hey, Anon~" Pinkie Pie's voice catches you by surprise.
"Oh, uh, hi?"
>You cross your arms in front of you, but you know it's no use.
>Your arms are thick, but not thick enough to cover all of those bulging muscles under your clothes.
>Pinkie Pie sits on some nearby bleachers with a couple of her friends; Rarity, Applejack and Fluttershy.
>Spike isn't there because NOPE.
>"Wat'cha doin'?" Applejack smiles at you.
>You instantly pick up on the collective bedroom eyes they're giving you.
>Staring at you know exactly where.
>They look so... thirsty. No, hungry.
"I was just passing by."
>"Really, now..." Rarity was closest to you, and starts to walk towards you as though you're pulling her in with a gravitational pull.
>Her friends follow.
"Hey, now. I don't want any trouble." You start to shake in your boots as they move faster than your speed and slowly surround you.
>With those same glazed gazes locked onto your body. You're being thoroughly ogled right now.
SaantentGrevext !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 15 Jan 2017 23:40:49 No.29276499 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29276513
>>29275642
I wrote a really quick satire thing.
>>29275187
>>29275215
Title: A Hot Meal.
 
>BE ANONYMOUS THE ANON (but don't drop this just yet)
>Average looking guy in school, kind of an outsider, you know, the cliché kind.
>Quiet guy, thoughtful and has opinions different than most people. Probably relatable, idk, just picture a generic protag or something. But with muscles because that'll be part of the plot later.
>The hot girls at school never seemed to care about you, they just sort of talk to you when it's necessary and that's about it.
>It's hard trying to get them to really like you. They all like Flash or something instead. Like in the movies or whatever.
>But that all changes after something happens. (omg!)
>All of your other clothes are being washed.
>Nothing to wear but whatever is in the deepest corners of your closet. Filled with nothing but clothes you haven't worn in years.
>Gotta catch that damn bus. No time to wait for shit to dry. You slap on the first shirt and pair of pants you can get your hands on.
>Rush out, catch the bus.
>You look down after noticing something different.
>Everything's so tight, and you only just now put it together in your head that clothes from a long time ago are too small to fit you properly.
>There's no turning back now, and you silently sit still in the bus seat all the way to school and hesitantly step off.
>As soon as you walk in the main doors, all eyes are on you. Well, mostly the eyes of the girls.
>Just scurry through the hallway and get into your homeroom class and then analyze the situation. What you find is something that makes you feel conflicted about the current circumstances.
>Your shredded body struggles to break through from underneath the tiny t-shirt you have on, but you notice something that would probably get the girls' eyes on you a little more.
>Your lap bears the most prominent looking bulge you've ever seen on yourself.
G r e e n t e x t S a v a n t !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 15 Jan 2017 00:43:14 No.29269259 ViewReport
Dang, this post is extremely delayed.
>>29269041
>With his hands around the bird’s neck, Timber clasps down and twists as hard as he can. As though he’s wringing the neck of a giant chicken.
>The condor makes gargling noises as its neck lets out several crackling noises. It’s eyes grow wide and soon go blank of expression.
>There is a loud snap, and the condor’s legs immediately cease their kicking. Falling completely limp with the rest of the bird’s body.
>Fluttershy’s eyes tear up, literally feeling the condor’s soul being ripped out of it’s doomed prison of flesh.
 
Eh, this is getting a little too dark, so I should probably end it there and not go any further into that territory.
 
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sat 14 Jan 2017 23:59:24 No.29269041 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29269259
>>29263022
I'll do it in another story. There's nothing more I can do with this one.
>>29262173
>>29265237
>>29261964
>The megaphone vibrates with the force of dozens of voices.
>Timber’s ears are assaulted by the sudden outburst, but it doesn’t manage to do major damage to his hearing.
>With a swift motion of his arms, Timber swipes the blanket over the condor as it flies by.
>Its wings stick out from the sides, but its head is caught.
>Tries to surge forward but gets held back, Timber is holding strong in the wake of the loud voices around him.
>And the voices painfully ring into the condor’s ear holes.
>It screeches in agony as it tries to fly in the opposite direction now. But it loses balance and falls to the ground. This is when Timber tackles it and grabs the wings himself.
>”Gotcha!”
>Having stayed inside out of pure fear, Fluttershy peeks out the window of her cabin. The first thing she notices is Timber using his bodyweight to hold the bird to the ground as the campers continue shouting at it.
>She can hear what the condor is really saying.
>”Please stop! It hurts! It hurts!” The shrieking is only understood by the one girl.
>The condor’s tone has shrunk to a writhing cry, even more strained at its head is pushed against the dirt below.
>The other campers soon back away as Timber kneels on top of the giant wings to prevent them from flapping. The sounds of bones snapping can soon be heard.
>This condor isn’t going to fly again.
>”AAaaaahh! PLEASE! PLEASE STOP! MY WINGS!”
>All Timber processes from that is ear-piercing screeches of pain coming from the dangerous predator. He knows he has the upper hand now.
>The high ground.
>”Everyone turn away!” He orders.
>The campers scurry to safe distances and most of them close their eyes. More bones in the condor’s wings can be heard snapping followed by cries of agony that can only be truly understood by Fluttershy.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 13 Jan 2017 23:59:47 No.29261964 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29269041
>>29257684
Well shit, you're right. There's really nowhere else reasonable to go with this.
>>29255693
I only sleep in my dreams.
>>29256062
>>29255652
>”Wait… do we all have to go out there?” Rarity calls from within the shower.
>Gloriosa looks in the direction of the building and pieces together the situation.
>Not having heard Applejack’s warning about the clothes. She’s oblivious to the clothes being around the corner.
>”Well, come out if you’re decent! If not, then just stay inside.” Gloriosa corrects her previous statement.
>Rarity shivers in her towel, and the campers shiver in fear as they hesitantly await the call to come out and defend Camp Everfree from the condor that circles it from all angles.
>”I don’t see it.” Timber has Gloriosa’s back.
>”There!” Gloriosa points after having been looking in the opposite direction.
>The condor is about to swing back around and head in the direction of the camp.
>Gloriosa puts the megaphone back up to her face and speaks into it.
>”Come out now! We have about twenty seconds!”
>Everyone who wasn’t too tired to get out of bed comes rushing out their doors and towards the sound of Gloriosa’s amplified voice.”
>Timber gets the blanket ready as everyone gathers around him and his sister.
>They’re all prepared to yell like last time, clustering their heads around the mouthpiece of the megaphone the best they can.
>From the distance, the condor comes soaring towards the campers in a blind rage, seeking nothing short of revenge.
>It gets closer, and closer still.
>”Get ready.” Timber urges with his hands clenching the sheets.
>Once the condor’s talons expand, Timber starts flapping the blanker around with the campers behind him.
>He prepares his ears for the worst.
 
Eh, that's it for now, I guess. Will try and post the ending tomorrow morning when I get the chance.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Thu 12 Jan 2017 23:47:40 No.29255652 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29261964
>>29255636
>”Rarity, listen to me! The condor came back!”
>”I don’t care! Where are my…” Rarity’s eyes are drawn up to the sky as she notices something looming her way.
>It’s that same extra-wide pair of wings.
>The door is slammed with Rarity’s heart beating out of her chest on the other side. The towel is returned to the bottom of the door and the water is shut off.
>”Where is everyone?” Rarity shouts as loud as she can to make sure they can hear her.
>”We’re all inside!” Applejack explains. “Just don’t come out till we figure out how to deal with this condor!”
>The air outside grows silent as Rarity dries herself off.
>At the counselors’ cabin, Gloriosa keeps on searching for the condor. The window she looks out of faces away from a portion of the camp.
>”I’m gonna go out there.” Timber announces with his hand on the doorknob. “Can you come with? It’s better if there’s two of us.”
>”No, not yet!”
>”It’s fine! That thing won’t sneak up on me very easily.” He opens the door and steps out. “Come on, it can’t lift us up if we lock arms.”
>Gloriosa hesitantly steps away from the window and walks in Timber’s direction.
>From their windows, everyone watches Timber Spruce step out into the open, with Gloriosa following closely behind.
>Several feet away, the megaphone lies on the dusty ground, having been dropped in the panic.
>The siblings maneuver their way over to it.
>”I have an idea.” Timber answers the question Gloriosa was thinking of asking.
>He picks it up with his eyes still scanning the sky. Then speaks into it. “Attention everyone. We’re going to need you to all come out here as quickly as you can when I say so.”
>Gloriosa gets the blanket ready and Timber gets ready to point the microphone at the condor if he needs to.
>”Looks like we’re doing a little surprise teamwork lesson!” Timber continues.
 
So staying up wasn't the best idea. Tired. More tomorrow.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Thu 12 Jan 2017 23:45:09 No.29255636 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29255652
>>29248727
It's easy to write lewd of her than less suggestive characters.
>>29248449
>>29251034
>>29248391
>Gloriosa and Timber retreat to their cabin.
>Everyone is indoors now, and the condor circles a few of the buildings around the camp a couple of times to scout for any potential prey.
>The campers stay by the windows with the curtains shielding their faces from view, with the exception of their cautious eyes.
>”Hello? What’s going on out there?” Rarity now exits the shower and wraps her towel around herself.
>But discovers that her clothes are missing.
>”Applejack!”
>Inside of the cabin, Applejack realizes what she’s done.
>The clothes rest at the base of one of the hind corners of the building.
>Overhead, the condor screeches as it comes back around in circles.
>”What do we do?” Gloriosa takes short peeks out the window. “Like… wait for it to go away?”
>”That could take a while.” Timber stays near the door.
>”Well don’t we have anything in here to scare it away with?”
>Timber looks over to a bed. “The sheets!”
>He pulls them off of the bed and marches towards the door.
>”I don’t see it anymore!” Gloriosa tells Timber. “Wait until it’s nearby.”
>Meanwhile, back in the shower.
>”Where are my clothes?! I demand to know instantly!” Rarity shouts from inside the room, using the second towel for her hair to re-stuff the gap at the bottom of the door.
>She starts banging on the door and calling out to everyone outside.
>”Applejack, did you take them?”
>The girl Rarity is calling to can barely hear the voice coming from the shower room.
>”Rarity, don’t go outside!” She warns. “The condor is back!”
>From inside the shower room with the water still running, Rarity can’t hear a word Applejack says. She momentarily opens the door with her towel tightly wrapped around her.
>”Where are my clothes?”
>After she pokes her head out the door, the shower water becomes less apparent to her ears, and she can hear Applejack’s warning more clearly.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Wed 11 Jan 2017 20:47:07 No.29248391 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29255636
>>29248386
>”Don’t feel sorry for her, Fluttershy. She needs to learn that other people could use some hot water too. I’ll do this every mornin’ if ah have to.” Applejack tosses the clothes around the corner behind the washroom.
>”What’s going on over here?” Luna strides over as Gloriosa finishes up her morning announcement.
>”Just waitin’ for… for… oh god, look out!” Applejack points behind Luna and ducks.
>Luna instinctively ducks to the ground as well, letting the condor’s talons just miss her.
>Fluttershy screams and high-tails it back to her cabin. Applejack scrambles to her feet and flees as well.
>”And at about five we will…” Gloriosa turns around, distracted by Fluttershy’s screaming. “Oh my god! Everybody stay inside!”
>”What’s going on out there?” Rarity calls from under the water.
>Everyone in their cabins, who had been listening to Gloriosa from the megaphone, jump to their windows in curiosity to witness the return of the gargantuan bird.
>It somehow found its way to the camp.
 
I'm going to try and stay up to post more of this later.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Wed 11 Jan 2017 20:46:04 No.29248386 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29248391
>>29248375
>Gloriosa’s voice soon sounds over a megaphone.
>”Attention campers, rise and shine!…” She goes about her daily morning announcements.
>Fluttershy waits for Rarity to come out still as Gloriosa walks around the center of the camp in circles, not seeming to pay any mind to the girl outside of the shower.
>”Ugh, is she still in there?” Applejack startles Fluttershy.
>”Eep! Um… yes. I think so.” Fluttershy then asks, “Why are you two up so early?”
>”Well naturally, A’hm an early riser. It’s a given when you do work on a farm every day from dawn to dusk. As for Rarity, she told me she wanted to use the shower before everyone else for some reason. And ah think I know why now…”
>”Oh…”
>”She’s gonna use up all the hot water by the time she comes out! It’s time to stop this!” Applejack bangs on the door. “Rarity!”
>”Oh! Uh, occupied!” Rarity calls back out. “I’ll be out in a minute!”
>”You should have been out forty five minutes ago! What in the hay could you be doin’ in there that’s so important?”
>There are a few seconds of nothing but shower water running before rarity answers.
>”Just… things…” She responds in a quieter tone.
>Applejack stomps her foot on the ground and peeks under the gap of the wooden door. The door rises just high above the ground enough for someone to reach their arm through.
>But it’s hard to see into the shower room because of Rarity’s clothes piled up against the gap.
>”If she wants to do this, fine. She’s gonna learn the hard way.” Applejack reaches in and snatches Rarity’s clothes from inside. “If she won’t leave the shower room after almost an hour, at least her clothes still will.”
>Rarity immediately noticed the draft that enters the room from her clothes being taken away. “Hey! Did someone open the door?”
>Fluttershy covers her mouth in embarrassment by proxy. “Oh… my…”
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Wed 11 Jan 2017 20:44:59 No.29248375 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29248386
>>29248369
>”Well…” Celestia groans with her arms stretching straight up. “You’re back a early.”
>”I ate dinner early last night, so I want to be able to get breakfast as soon as I can before I pass out.” Luna slips her hiking boots off and tosses them aside.
>”Oh. Well you didn’t run into any wolves or bears last night, did you?”
>Luna smiles playfully. “Nope.”
>”No lions, tigers, snakes…?”
>With a giggle, Luna throws a pillow in Celestia’s direction.
>”Heh, alright, alright.” Says Celestia before yawning. “But everything went smoothly, yes?”
>”Yes, I told you, I’m perfectly fine walking around at night.” Assures Luna. “If there was any danger, I’d be able to tell from a long ways away and avoid it. I’m used to the dark.”
>”If we ever catch enough fireflies, I’d like to see if I can come with you next time.” Celestia tells Luna through yet another yawn.
>”Perhaps.” Luna slips on some casual sneakers. “Anyway, when does breakfast start? I’d like to have some waffles and sausage patties before going to bed.”
>Luna walks over to the window and sees Fluttershy exiting her cabin.
>Fluttershy now paces across the camp, soon making it to the camp washroom.
>There is only one shower available to use, and Fluttershy finds a plume of steam coming out from it.
>She’s too nervous to knock on the door, so Fluttershy simply stands out there and waits for her turn.
>After about a minute or so, Fluttershy recognizes Rarity’s voice.
>Even more time passes, and Fluttershy knows that the other campers are going to want to go in there at some point too.
>”Um… Rarity?” She speaks nowhere near loud enough for the other girl to hear her.
>Rarity still keeps taking forever to finish her shower. What on earth could she be doing in there?
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Wed 11 Jan 2017 20:43:54 No.29248369 ViewReport
>>29241153
This one is slightly bigger than a person.
>>29243990
>>29240976
>>29240913
>About four days ever since the incident.
>The camp is quiet in the morning, and the campers are fast asleep in their cabins. Expecting nothing.
>Timber Spruce is the first to get out of bed, strolling outside, taking his ax with him. He uses the tool to chop a couple of branches off of some nearby trees for firewood.
>The rising sun gives him just enough light to see what he’s doing.
>But it isn’t in the right place in the sky to cause a shadow to be cast that Timber would notice. Something flies overhead undetected.
>And Timber is completely oblivious to the fact.
>But after getting back to the center of camp, he does feel a strange sensation come over him.
>Something odd, something peculiar. There was definitely something that changed overnight, but Timber is too focused on carrying the heavy firewood around to focus much on it.
>Gloriosa gets out of bed a few minutes after.
>The brother and sister soon meet and do their usual morning routine of preparing the camp for the campers to do things in when they wake up.
>Just cleaning things and setting up all of the activities people can choose to do.
>The summer morning air starts off cool, but warms up by the time the sun peeks over the trees. The insects buzzing and the birds chirping in every single direction.
>Nature. The very sound that Fluttershy awakens to.
>The girl yawns and stretches her arms out, soon gently waking up her pet bunny Angel.
>Pinkie Pie is still knocked out, with a pile of candy wrappers next to her bed.
>Fluttershy silently tiptoes past her and gathers her soap and shampoo.
>Meanwhile, in another cabin, Principal Celestia is just waking up herself.
>She rolls over a couple of times, but doesn’t open her eyes until Vice Principal Luna finally comes back from outside.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 10 Jan 2017 19:05:43 No.29240913 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29248369
>>29240905
>Holding hands, and soon grabbing their belongings at the site the stopped at a couple of hours ago.
>A towering feeling of relief warming them as the air starts to get cold despite this.
>They group together, locking arms now as they slowly trot through the woods back in the direction of Camp Everfree.
>"Well, that was fun." Flash exhales. "But... let's not do that again."
>"I hear that." Timber Spruce looks behind the group for any signs of the condor.
>Many of the campers have started to become paranoid of the bird returning.
>No one had much of a chance to see what was happening in the sky through their tired eyes.
>That is far from the case now.
>Everyone has become calm, but alert.
>...
>Right before the sky starts to turn color at the end of the day, the group makes it back to camp.
>Late afternoon, maybe somewhere around four or five.
>The campers are more than interested to go to bed now, and and more than welcome to so do.
>Even Gloriosa and Timber head off to their beds, out of energy for the day.
>Everyone rests. The condor returns to its nest to find the intruders gone.
>It doesn't bother to try and find out where they went... until the next day.
>None of the campers took the south route again.
 
Going to do part 2 tomorrow.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 10 Jan 2017 19:03:49 No.29240905 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29240913
>>29236507
>>29235162
>>29234616
>>29234549
>In a fit of rage, the condor circles around to strike Gloriosa once more.
>The wind picks up a little more, and Gloriosa's hair gets in her face as she ducks out of the way and tries to find where the condor is flying to next.
>She knows she has to act quick.
>But the other campers are right next to her, trying to fend off against the condor.
>And the bird is far too distracted to try and snatch up Fluttershy again.
>Rarity kneels by her friend, grabbing her hand and pulling her up and out of the bushes.
>Fluttershy exhales and holds onto her friend as the two retreat behind the trees.
>Meanwhile, the condor becomes increasingly miffed about the strike on its nest.
>Its ears ringing from the shouting, and its vision is starting to become blurry and saturated from the effect on its ears.
>It's eventually forced to fly away after it has trouble seeing.
>The group of campers assumes that they scared the condor away instead of angered it.
>Defeated, the condor flees from its own nest.
>Everyone collectively sighs in relief as they watch the pair of wings disappear.
>"Fluttershy... are you alright?" Rarity asks her friend before they both emerge from behind a couple of tree trunks.
>Fluttershy gives a silent thumbs up.
>"Come on, let's get out of here." Timber slips his shirt off. "Here, Gloriosa."
>Gloriosa accepts the shirt and slips it on before returning the handkerchief to Rarity.
>Everyone's blood stops boiling, and they start down the shallow end of the mountain.
>Timber is on the verge of passing out.
>After they make it to the river, at the spot where they're supposed to cross, everyone has to cross in pairs.
>Just in case a certain avian giant returns for whatever reason.
>And everyone's eyes are glued to the sky.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 09 Jan 2017 20:04:35 No.29234549 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29240905
>>29234543
>Gloriosa notices this and urges the girl to keep going.
>"Why are you all so annoying?" The condor grunts as its ears are pierced by the multiple voices. "Aah!"
>It start to swoop down again, with its talons pointed straight for Gloriosa.
>The girl jumps out of the way, and so do the other campers once the talons come their way as well.
>Timber tries to hit it with the stick but misses.
>On the tree, Fluttershy hugs the trunk after she makes it over to it.
>"Holy cow! This bird is huge!" Applejack gasps as the condor nearly flies right into her.
>Rainbow Dash faces the tree once again, finding Fluttershy starting down the length of the trunk.
>"That's it! You got it!" The athlete encourages while oblivious to the talons behind her.
>Gloriosa reaches out her arm. "Rainbow Look out!"
>In a split second, Rainbow Feels herself being lifted up by the shoulders.
>But she's not having it that easily.
>The girl starts kicking as hard as she can, actually starting to throw the condor off balance.
>She's lowered enough to start reaching for the ground with her feet.
>Gloriosa comes up and grabs at the condor with her hands.
>The condor frantically tries to flap its wings and lift off once more, but it lets go of Rainbow Dash in the process.
>At this same moment, Fluttershy loses her grip and falls a short distance to the bushes below.
>"Fluttershy!" Rarity runs over to the girl as the condor starts to circle again.
 
That's it for now.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 09 Jan 2017 20:03:32 No.29234543 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29234549
>>29234537
>"Alright... alright..." Timber slowly back away as the condor advances.
>He's shaking now, but far from breaking.
>The guy grits his teeth and tightens his grasp on the stick.
>"Timber?" Gloriosa's voice is apparent this time.
>"Wha..." Timber doesn't take his eyes off of the giant bird.
>But the condor looks over and recognizes Gloriosa.
>"What's this? You came back?" It sneers.
>Gloriosa steps forward as the condor squawks at her. She furrows her brow and plants her feet.
>"Everyone group together! We got this!" Gloriosa shouts to the others.
>The other campers had run over to here around the mountain cliff as well. As they arrive, they all form a small crowd of campers.
>"Alright, listen. The best way to scare it off is to make as much noise as possible."
>Timber stumble next to Gloriosa as the condor starts to circle high above its next.
>"Right. We need to intimidate it."
>The campers start to collectively scream. Fluttershy ducks back into the nest as the condor continues to circle it.
>A few seconds of this pass, but Rainbow Dash soon wants to see if she can get her friend down.
>"Fluttershy! Try to slide down the trunk." Rainbow yells up to the other girl.
>"What?" Fluttershy peers out form the nest again.
>"Slide down the trunk!"
>Before Fluttershy can ask how that's going to be possible, she remembers that the condor probably can't understand what Rainbow Dash is saying.
>There's no way to be sure, but it definitely knew what Fluttershy said before.
>"It'll work, trust me!" Rainbow's voice is almost overwhelmed by the noise of the others trying to intimidate the condor.
>Fluttershy shivers, but know that she has to try it.
>It's not easy to climb out of the nest with how high the walls go, but Fluttershy soon finds herself balancing on the branch with her arms and legs clutching onto it.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 09 Jan 2017 20:02:29 No.29234537 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29234543
>>29228630
>>29227362
>>29227202
>>29226991
>Fluttershy tries to crawl away, but a talon grabs onto her ankle.
>It's dragging her back.
>"Come on, now. I don't know why you gotta be scared of a bird."
>"Please... stay back!" Fluttershy huffs out some air as the condor lands on top of her. She tries to scramble away but the talons still clasp onto her ankles.
>Once again, Fluttershy begins to scream. But it's not a wasted one.
>Right outside of the next, an out-of-breath Timber Spruce peers up at the nest, having just spotted it.
>"Fluttershy?" He wheezes as the screaming continues.
>But Timber isn't going to take any chances. He picks up a rock from the ground and hurls it at the nest.
>The contraption shakes from the impact, and the condor is thrown off balance.
>Timber spins around. "Gloriosa! Where are you?"
>He gets a distant response from someone, but it's still too far away to be able to tell, who it is.
>While waiting, Timber picks up another rock and throws it at the nest.
>He hears a loud squawking come from it along with Fluttershy's terrified screaming.
>"What's going on out there?" The condor exclaims as it's thrown off Fluttershy.
>Fluttershy had heard Timber's voice from outside the next, and she screams his name.
>"Timber! Help me! I'm in here!"
>Another rock ricochets off of the side of the nest.
>Now agitated, the condor catapults out of the nest.
>"Hey! I recognize you!" It shrieks, only being understood by Fluttershy.
>Timber faces the screeching bird, picking up a stick but not having the full energy to use it.
>"What are you doing?" The condor lowers down towards Timber with its wings rapidly flapping. "Huh? You want a piece of me?"
>Fluttershy pops her head over the top of the nest, looking down at Timber facing off with the condor.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 08 Jan 2017 18:09:48 No.29226991 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29234537
>>29226948
>”Oh, really? You want to go down, do ya?” The condor leans down to Fluttershy’s eye level, watching her eyes well up with tears that stream down her face. “I just wanted to say hello, is all. Why don’cha wanna stay up here with me?”
>”Be-be… beca-”
>”Is it because I scare you?” The condor is starting to sound more excited. “You ain’t got nothing to be afraid of, little lady. Don’t be like that.”
>It creeps closer to her.
>Fluttershy can’t really tell if she can hear anyone else around from inside the nest. But there is a possibility that what she hears out there is a lone set of footsteps.
 
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 08 Jan 2017 18:04:47 No.29226948 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29226991
>>29226931
>Rainbow Dash perks up as she realizes that Fluttershy can. “Oh my gosh, I didn’t think of that! That makes our chances better! She can hold it off until we come up and rescue her!”
>…
>With a thud, Fluttershy is dropped into a large nest at the top of a tree.
>”Oof! Oh… uh…” She slowly looks up to find the condor spreading its wing right in front of her.
>It blocks out the sun, casting a heavy shadow over the girl. Fluttershy begins to squeak in fear.
>”N-nice… birdy?”
>The condor pauses after Fluttershy says something, soon waiting for her to say something else.
>”Um…”
>Fluttershy’s mind is spinning, without a trace of a thought about what to do in a situation like this. Fluttershy barely had any idea that birds could grow this big, and starts to fear that it is about to eat her.
>”Eep…”
>”What’s wrong little lady?” The condor suddenly seems to speak.
>Fluttershy’s eyes shoot wide open after being shut from sheer terror. She takes another look at the condor and gasps as she remembers her ability.
>”Uh… I… hi?” Fluttershy can hardly get any words out at all.
>”You look scared~” The condor hops down into the nest and begins to menacingly pace back and forth. “I don’t scare you, do I?”
>Fluttershy is trembling uncontrollably. “I… well… you are really big for a bird…”
>”Really big for a bird?” The condor almost laughs as it speaks. “Lemme tell you somethin’… All of the other birds in this forest are SMALL for birds. I am normal size for a bird!” It flaps its wings, prompting Fluttershy to curl up into a fetal position.
>”B-but…”
>”Aw, what’s wrong? You’re just not used to birds being normal sized like me?” A grin can be heard in the condor’s tone.
>”Please… just let me go…”
>The condor pauses again, and then looks around at the surrounding sky.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 08 Jan 2017 18:03:34 No.29226931 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29226948
>>29226922
>But he never looks down for the sake of keeping himself focused on the top and not the possible fall to below.
>He half expects to see Gloriosa somewhere up there still, until he hears his sister’s voice call from below a few minutes later.
>”Timber?”
>He refuses to look down, calling down instead. “Gloriosa? Is that you?”
>”I’m down here!”
>”What happened?” Timber still needs to focus on getting to the top.
>”I escaped the condor! I was trying to get everyone regrouped, but then it came back and took Fluttershy!”
>”Ergh…” Timber grunts. “I think I saw her! The condor was right above me and flew over the cliff!”
>”Still, get to the top! Don’t come back down! It’s faster this way!” Instructs Gloriosa. “And keep calling for us so we can find you once we go around! But look for any signs of the condor or Fluttershy!”
>Timber’s arms are shaking, almost completely out of energy. He knows he needs to get this climb done now or else it means his life.
>”A-Alright!” Timber slowly scrambles up past the last couple of feet of rock.
>Meanwhile, Gloriosa leads the group around the base of the cliff.
>”Um…” Rarity finally notices Gloriosa’s attire. “Gloriosa… is that my handkerchief?”
>Gloriosa nods in response. “I lost my shirt escaping the condor, so I used this.”
>Norman and Flash in the back of the group blush a little while Sandalwood bites his lip. Trying to imagine how it happened as they follow everyone else.
>After several more minutes, the group is soon completely reunited in the trees below the cliff with the exception of Fluttershy.
>The notice the ground level begin to rise in one direction, and notice the shallow end of the cliff through the trees.
>”There!” Gloriosa exclaims. “Let’s hurry.”
>Applejack leans over to Rainbow Dash. “Fluttershy can still talk to animals, right?”
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 08 Jan 2017 18:02:31 No.29226922 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29226931
>>29222705
>>29218297
>>29218184
>>29218145
>Celestia and Luna are moving through the trunks of trees and patches of shrubbery as quickly as they can, soon finding more and more of the group.
>Everyone is told to follow them, and that once the entire group is whole once more, they will cross back onto the other side of the river as they had to get over here.
>Rarity, Pinkie Pie and Sunset follow close behind Celestia and Luna before they notice Rainbow Dash calling out to them from behind.
>”Rainbow, where have you been?” Rarity automatically asks.
>”No time! We gotta get to the top of the cliff now!”
>Rainbow Dash races right past the other girl, followed by Applejack, Trixie and Gloriosa Daisy.
>”Wha… Gloriosa?” Rarity stutters.
>”I escaped but it took Fluttershy!” She points up to the top of the cliff. “C’mon, we have to go!” She grabs Celestia’s and Luna’s attention as she says all this.
>Gloriosa’s lack of a shirt doesn’t become much apparent to the others as everyone collectively realizes that Fluttershy is in the hold of that giant bird.
>…
>Timber Spruce grabs the rocks on the side of the cliff with all of his strength and pulls, straining as he looks up to see how much further he has to go.
>The guy is about halfway, and he is already panting from exhaustion.
>From behind, he hears a distant screaming slowly approaching. He turns his head for a split second to spot that same pair of wings, but a different person in the talons below them.
>”Is that…” He mutters to himself.
>The condor soars above, soon disappearing behind the top of the cliff with Fluttershy trapped in the grip of its talons.
>Timber responds to this by trying to climb even faster, inching his way closer to the top of the cliff. Every 45 seconds or so, he checks to see how close he is.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sat 07 Jan 2017 18:45:53 No.29218145 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29226922
>>29218137
>”Fluttershy!” Rainbow Dash gasps as she runs over to the girl’s direction.
>By the time Fluttershy thinks to look the other way, the talons are already clamped onto her shoulders. Fluttershy is lifted into the air more quickly, being a little lighter than Gloriosa.
>”Nooo! Fluttershy!” Applejack, Rainbow Dash and Gloriosa start yelling over and over again as they watch the giant bird carry a screaming Fluttershy away.
>”Hello? What’s going on?” Trixie, out of breath, stumbles over to the scene as the condor disappears. The girl only catches a brief glimpse of it.
>”It took Fluttershy!” Applejack kicks the dirt on the opposite side of the river from Trixie.
>”The condor?”
>”Yes.” Gloriosa confirms from right next to Applejack. “It’s taking her to the top of the cliff, I’m very sure. We have to go back up and save her!”
>Right before the group heads off in the cliffs direction, Gloriosa adds: “But can someone stay at the camp this time?”
>Applejack and rainbow Dash exchange glances. Trixie raises her hand with her words in between heavy breathing. “Trixie will go back to the camp and stay there.”
>Everyone nods in agreement, and take turns going across the stone bridge until Trixie is the only one on the same side of the river as the camp.
>The other three race into the trees in the direction of the cliff, keeping their eyes on the sky.
 
More later.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sat 07 Jan 2017 18:44:49 No.29218137 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29218145
>>29218133
>The girl spots it, but on her way over, she spots Celestia and Luna not to far from her.
>She waves, but neither of them can see her.
>”Ah think they should be comin’ back by here in a bit. At least one of ‘em.” Applejack notices Fluttershy waving into a part of the woods she can’t see well into. “Fluttershy, you see someone?”
>”It’s Principal Celestia and Vice Principal Luna.” Informs Fluttershy.
>”Well don’t just stand there and wave! Call out to them!”
>Applejack momentarily does the exact same thing, cupping her hands in front of her mouth and yelling in the direction was waving in.
>The two woman pick up on Applejack’s voice immediately.
>”Are you alright?” Celestia hurries over through the shrubbery with her sister behind her. “Did you find Gloriosa?”
>”Yeah! She’s right here!” Applejack tells them. “Go get the others and tell them to come back!”
>”Right! Come on, sister. Let’s hurry before that bird comes back.” Celestia scans for any movement at the base of the cliff.
>After Celestia and Luna head off, Fluttershy continues over to the stepping stones that go across the river.
>She balances herself on one and then hops onto the other.
>”They’re going to meet at the crossing point, right?” Asks Rainbow Dash.
>”Ah imagine they would eventually. The rest of this river doesn’t seem to easy to cross without swimming.” Applejack watches Fluttershy make it to the middle of the rock bridge.
>But she also notices something approaching her from the other direction. It’s swooping down from the sky.
>It takes less than a second for Applejack to piece it together and let out a scream. “Fluttershy! Jump in the water!”
>Fluttershy stands stiff at the sudden outburst, looking over to Applejack who is trying to direct her attention towards the opposite direction where the condor spreads its talons.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sat 07 Jan 2017 18:43:47 No.29218133 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29218137
>>29192770
>>29189605
>>29188457
>>29186431
>>29184841
>”So, uh…” Rainbow Dash’s eyes don’t stop drifting down.
>”The condor had me by the shirt and I had to slip out to get away.” Gloriosa explains.
>”Oh. Okay, that makes sense.”
>Rainbow Dash looks around in the distance for any of her friends.
>”Anyway, we gotta hurry.” Urges Gloriosa. “It’s going to be a long walk back to camp, and the longer we spend out here, the longer we risk being out here when it starts to get dark.”
>Dash nods.
>”Not only that, be that condor is still out there. Come on, let’s go!”
>With that, Gloriosa takes off with Rainbow Dash following her.
>It’s hard to believe that no one thought to stay by the camp in case Gloriosa found her way back. But then again, it did look like that bird took her pretty far up the mountain.
>They only go a little bit down the river until they finally spot Applejack and Fluttershy searching through a cluster of trees on the other side of the river.
>”Hey!” Gloriosa calls out while she waves.
>The two turn around and discover that Gloriosa is alive. Applejack immediately starts heading back as Fluttershy looks around the forest for anyone else.
>”Is everyone else nearby?” Asks Gloriosa.
>”We didn’t know what to do so we all went off in the same direction.” Applejack replies. “That hawk thingy took you to the top of that cliff over there so we all decided to try and go up there to follow in the same direction.”
>”So that means they’re near here, right?”
>”Should be. Hold on.” Applejack takes a deep breath and jumps into the river.
>She’s pushed downstream a little ways before grabbing onto a branch on the other side. Applejack emerges from the water as Fluttershy looks for the narrow part of the river she had used to cross by stepping on stones.
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 06 Jan 2017 14:36:30 No.29207948 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29210108
>>29207928
>”Oh really?” Sunset responds.
>”I, uh, kinda wanted to know if you wanted to be our fourth member in the relationship.”
>Flash nervously scratches the back of his head as he waits for Sunset’s response.
>”Well…” Sunset replies. “I appreciate the offer, but I found someone.”
>This is where you enter, emerging from behind Sunset.
>”…Anon?” Flash looks shocked to see you.
“Yup.” You’re proud to answer.
>”We just hooked up today.” Sunset tells Flash.
>”Wha… what did you to to get him to say yes to you?” Flash starts to look slightly perturbed.
>”Oh, I didn’t have to do anything at all. He asked me. And I said yes.”
>Flash sighs and accepts the turn of events, sticking to the fact that he has both Twilight and Rarity with him anyway. So it’s not like he’s stuck with the single life.
>You walk away with Sunset, ready to drive home and spend a private night together.
 
The End.
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 06 Jan 2017 14:33:11 No.29207928 ViewReport
>>29207914
>Her hot breath tickling Twilight’s collarbone.
>Flash nearby falls back after his sack is emptied into Rarity, but he catches himself on one of the bedposts.
>Rarity’s climax outlasts Flash’s just long enough to help her spark Twilight’s climax next. The purple girl groans briefly before she’s held down by Rarity from on top of her, and soon by Flash’s bodyweight pancaked on top.
>Twilight is pressed into the comforter and mattress as her nethers gush with spurts of cum all over the sheets.
>Sunset shudders and crashes down to the wooden deck, all the while trying to hold all of the squirting juices in her palm as they quickly accumulate.
>She silently whimpers in mostly excitement as it trickles onto her inner thigh, staying on her knees for a couple of minutes with her eyes shut.
>After Twilight is done moaning, the three can soon hear the curious whispers of literally EVERYONE ELSE at the party grouped behind the door with their ears against the surface.
>…
>The rest of the party was a pretty awkward night. Especially when Sunset and Twilight met back in the living room again, trying to pretend to themselves what what just happened didn’t happen.
>But the damp spot on Sunset’s pants and Twilight’s messy hair remain.
>Flash stays in the bedroom with Rarity, sleeping in the bed with her after turning the light off.
~
>A few days of low key interaction go by, but it soon comes to the point where the spell prompts Twilight to leave Sunset for a three way relationship with Flash and Rarity.
>Sunset probably saw this coming at some point, but she didn’t know it would happen so soon.
>…
>”Oh hey, Sunset.” Flash walks up to the girl in the hallway after classes one day. “Hey, uh, listen. I got some news.”
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 06 Jan 2017 14:32:09 No.29207914 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29207928
>>29207908
>He shuts his eyes tightly and starts to energetically plow the girl before him as Twilight throws her head back onto the pillow and moans loud enough for the people downstairs to hear.
>Sunset returns to the wooden chair on the patio, trembling with excitement. Her pants now have a visible wet spot on them.
>Flips through the pages in partial desperation in search for a way to escape this spell that has now backfired on her. But her eyes keep darting away from the pages and her hands keep darting over to the front of her pants.
>A quiet yelp escapes Sunset after she feels her fingers undo the front button and slip underneath everything. Her fingertips pick up the moisture after reaching far enough.
>It’s at this moment, when Sunset realizes that she lost Twilight. And that there’s nothing she can do to put Twilight back under her control.
>Rarity runs her tongue up Twilight’s abdomen with each forward thrust from Flash until she reaches the other girl’s chest, and begins to suck on her nipples as her hands take the job of what her tongue was doing a moment earlier.
>Twilight strains with joy, and she grows red hat in the face as she feels her skin vibrate from Rarity’s heightened moaning.
>It grows louder as Flash humps Rarity faster, feeling her become more slippery with juices on the inside.
>Sunset picks up on all of this, unable to get the feeling out of her head even when she slams the book closed over and over again with her… free hand.
>Flash feels himself go past the point of no return and shoots his eyes open with his face pointed towards the ceiling. He grunts loudly enough to startle everyone downstairs this time.
>Rarity can’t hold her feet still, literally tearing up as her walls sense the influx of Flash’s load rush in, the tingles overcoming her entire body as she responds with a climax of her own.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 06 Jan 2017 14:31:06 No.29207908 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29207914
>>29207208
You just foreshadowed the ending I had planned.
>>29207106
>>29201590
>>29201226
>>29201225
>>29201006
>>29200937
>Sunset’s eyes dart around the deck as she tries to think of a way to reverse this. The spell itself can’t be reversed without a minute or so of silently chanting, and even then, Twilight, Rarity and Flash will all find themselves in an extremely awkward situation.
>Not only this, but the spell begins to continue on its own due to the combined libidos of the three lovers in the bedroom.
>It’s pretty much fueling itself now, and There’s really no going back after Rarity and Flash get their hands on Twilight.
>Twilight giggles lustfully as the other two pin her to the bed and practically take her clothes apart together.
>Within Twilight’s mind, not a single thought of Sunset occurs, and she soon finds her panties being yanked past her ankles and her lips mashing with Rarity’s.
>Rarity happily moans into Twilight’s mouth, and Sunset can feel every ounce of it happen from Rarity’s perspective.
>She can’t help but remember all of the times she did so with Twilight after putting the spell on her and no one else.
>Every time she tries to step back inside, she stumbles and crosses her legs from involuntary arousal; the spell is almost immobilizing her as the fun time continues on the second floor.
>Flash grabs Rarity by the legs and yanks her back away from Twilight for a brief moment. Rarity’s face glides down Twilight’s body, giving the other girl a few kisses here and there before she reaches below her bellybutton. That’s when the tongue comes out.
>With his arms clasping onto Rarity’s legs by her knees, Flash thrusts himself into the pale girl. Getting her to squeal into Twilight.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Thu 05 Jan 2017 15:36:38 No.29200937 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29207908
>>29200927
>SciTwi barely notices her legs trembling as she approached the nude couple, almost drooling as she sees Flash’s massive cock ready to enter Rarity’s soaked pussy.
>The girl eyes the two as she feels herself heat up, thinking about them and Sunset at the same time.
>Sticking her hand up her skirt. Trying her absolute best to quench the overwhelming feeling, but she can’t do it alone. It’s not enough.
>Rarity and Flash gesture for her to join them, but SciTwi had already impatiently started to climb onto the bed.
 
I’m going to repost another story that feels really similar to this one in a little bit. Anyway, that’s the update for now.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Thu 05 Jan 2017 15:35:35 No.29200927 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29200937
>>29200920
>His eyes run up and down Rarity’s pale, silky body. His hands running along her skin on her abdomen, admiring its smoothness with a few loving caresses.
>”Flash, do you need some help with that?” Rarity points to Flash’s hardening bulge in his pants.
>He nods, and that’s all it takes to give Rarity the green light to hungrily reach for the front of Flash’s pants and undo his fly.
>Rarity’s fingers wildly take everything apart and pull them out of the way until Flash’s member comes bursting out, pointing directly at her.
>Flash grabs onto one of Rarity’s breasts as she grabs onto his shaft.
>Their body heat levels skyrocket as each hand begins to rub and stroke. Pleasing the other greatly.
>Back out on the patio, Sunset feels her own body temperature begin to involuntarily rise by proxy.
>She doesn’t realize it at first, but that changes when she feels a moist spot in her pants.
>It’s starting to spill out into her mind as well, and she begins to think about all of the wind nights she had with Twilight.
>The thoughts just pour into her mind through vivid memories that Sunset definitely doesn’t mind having.
>She can start to feel Flash and Rarity kissing eachother on the lips after another minute or two. She knows they are doing it, and she knows they are touching eachother a LOT in there. It was only a matter of time before the spell made things get heated in there.
>They’re both most likely naked at this point.
>Ah, yes, Sunset can picture it already, despite how much it’s getting to her. Flash is mounting Rarity right now, and Rarity is spreading her legs as wide as humanly possible, her panties aside and hanging on her left leg.
>SciTwi standing in the doorway before walking in and locking the door behind her…
>Wait, what?
>Back up in the bedroom, Flash and Rarity find themselves in the company of someone else who had been affected.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Thu 05 Jan 2017 15:34:31 No.29200920 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29200927
>>29200911
>Rarity’s heart flutters as she feels Flash’s excited breathing against her bare shoulder.
>They both start to quietly giggle to eachother on and off, all the while Rarity is escaping the dress she’s wearing with Flash’s assistance.
>”Darling, can you help me pull my dress back up?” Rarity reaches for the bottom of the article of clothing and deliberately pulls it up ever further than it already was.
>”Oh, alright.”
>Flash’s hand softly clamps over Rarity’s, and the girl struggles to hold back an ecstatic squeal when their hands meet.
>The dress is soon scrunched up even more than before, and Flash watches Rarity’s black panties come into view.
>”There we go.” Rarity grins widely as the rim of her dress is now pushed up against under her arms, now some sort of a tube top that’s splitting even more in the back by the zipper.
>”Whoa…” Flash comments. “Those are some… pretty frilly underwear there, Rarity.”
>Rarity giggles and lets Flash take a closer look. “Oops, didn’t mean to let that happen.” She slides downwards a little bit to make the dress slide up even more, keeping the smile on her face. “…Or that…”
>Flash’s hand returns to Rarity’s back, and the guy drags the zipper down almost to the furthest point it can go. “That was probably an accident too.”
>”My, oh, my… we’re just clumsy tonight, aren’t we?” Rarity prompts Flash to hold his hand still as she lifts herself up and lets the hand finish off the zipper and completely disconnect the back of the dress.
>Her eyes are glues to Flash’s lap now, where she sees a bulge growing and begging to be let out.
>Looks like Flash has some escaping to do as well.
>The front of Rarity’s body is effortlessly unveiled as the dress simply falls away from it like a little blanket. Flash generously pulls the thing away completely in one light tug and tosses it to the foot of the bed.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Thu 05 Jan 2017 15:33:20 No.29200911 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29200920
>>29200904
Lol.
>>29196442
It's aggressively noncanon.
>>29196252
>>29196199
>The TV show is continuing on, but neither Flash nor Rarity are paying much attention to it.
>Flash hugs the girl a little bit tighter, squeezing a couple of giggles out of her. His hand probes the back of her dress until it finds her zipper.
>Rarity closes her eyes for a moment. “I wish we hung out like this a lot earlier, Flash.”
>Sunset can soon feel Rarity’s arousal radiating out the window from the room and down towards her on the patio.
>With a smile, she can only imagine how Flash must be reacting right now; she can feel something from his essence in the mix as well.
>Back up in the room, Flash tugs at the back zipper on Rarity’s dress and “accidentally” tugs it down.
>Rarity exhales and stares up at the ceiling as she feels the top of the dress become looser. “You know, I’m not sure if I remember seeing this episode before.” She sighs.
>”Huh. You haven’t?”
>”No…” Rarity bites her lip as she continues to lead Flash on, thirsting over his hands being on her.
>Flash doesn’t say anything else; he only lets the zipper on the back of Rarity’s dress become more undone. They both take a few deep breaths as they grow red in the face.
>It’s already obvious what’s going on, and Rarity starts to become worried in her own head about how fast she’s pushing this.
>As though she’s lost control of herself, and the way she’s acting with Flash right now is only going to make this go further at a faster rate.
>The dress starts to fall away, and Rarity does nothing to stop it. Flash watches her cleavage becoming revealed, and he soon starts to pull the dress more until Rarity’s nipples slip out form the dress.
>”Flash, darling, are you making my dress fall down?” Rarity’s smile was unpreventable, but she speaks too silently for Flash to hear.
>Because she doesn’t want to give him a reason to stop.
>And so he continues. Grazing his thumb around Rarity’s right areola while she only leans into him more.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Wed 04 Jan 2017 20:34:05 No.29196199 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29200911
>>29196195
>”Oh, I’m feeling great, darling.” She pants. “Just feeling a little hot in here, is all.”
>”Yeah, the air conditioning doesn’t work as well as it used to. I’ve called someone about that two days ago, and they were supposed to send a guy over to fix it yesterday, but no one came.”
>”Hm, well how rude of them. Though, I really don’t mind.”
>”You sure?” Flash leans a bit closer to Rarity.
>”It’s no trouble, really.” Rarity flicks her hand and chuckles to herself. “I don’t mind warm environments.”
>Rarity cannot decide whether or not she did this on purpose; she lets the bottom of her tight black dress ride up her thigh as she slides down the bed.
>A strangely exciting feeling of comfort washes over Rarity as she notices Flash looking over to her more often. She can barely contain it inside her, almost letting a smile escape onto her face.
>And it happens anyway.
>Before Flash has a chance to ask her what she’s smiling about, Rarity snuggles up to Flash a little bit more… enthusiastically.
>They put their arms around eachother in nothing more than a short moment.
>”Well you seem quite happy.”
>Rarity nods, suddenly feeling herself heat up a lot more now that she’s right up against Flash. She can see him out of the corner of her eyes, looking her up and down like a hungry dog to a steak.
>She knows that he’s going to feel prompted to make a move, what with the culture of the young people that she and him have been surrounded by for so many years.
>Lol, culture of the young people, wut?
>Rarity begins to hear herself giggle.
>But it’s mostly due to her feeling Flash’s eager hand sliding up and down her back. Making her body heat up to an extraordinary amount.
>After another few seconds, Rarity’s labored breathing becomes shaky.
>The girl’s mind starts to focus on… escaping.
>Escaping from this dress.
 
More later.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Wed 04 Jan 2017 20:33:03 No.29196195 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29196199
>>29196185
>Sunset shrugs. “Fair enough. I’ll see you in a few.” She picks up her book bag. “My gloves are… somewhere in here.”
>She gets up and leaves the room as the music continues to play and the other guys and girls continue to casually converse.
>Mostly about how they’re wondering about the whereabouts of Flash and Rarity.
>The chatter is silenced to Sunset as she closes the sliding glass door and walks out onto the patio. The main thing she hears now is the chirping of crickets surrounding Flash’s house.
>She looks up to the lit window on the second floor, accurately remembering where Flash’s room is here.
>The TV appears to be on.
>Sunset stares up at the window and pulls the same book from before out, ready to ensure that Flash locks things in with Rarity on this night.
>With the pages between her fingers every couple of seconds, Sunset seeks out and finds the set of spells she had used before, focusing it on the two people up there in the only lit room on the second floor of the house.
>The girl can’t help but crack a half-smile as she reads the spells, first silently to herself, but then elevates her voice into a low humming command.
>Up in the room, Rarity is already snuggling up to Flash after a commercial break comes on.
>She sighs and keeps her eyes glued to the screen at first, but that feeling keeps coming back.
>It’s almost a… hot feeling. Somewhat temperature-wise. And it’s starting to distract Rarity from the show she’s watching with Flash.
>On the patio, Sunset continues the chant and enhances the effect of the spell.
>She can only imagine how it must be affecting Rarity at this point.
>Back in the room.
>”You alright?” Flash turn to Rarity after hearing her breathing become heavier.
>Rarity’s head begins to slightly spin, and she can sense herself becoming more… impulsive.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Wed 04 Jan 2017 20:32:01 No.29196185 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29196195
>>29154847
>The door swings open, and Flash waltzes in with Rarity following him closely.
>He paces around for a minute or two, talking to Rarity more about the things he had done earlier in life, usually going in chronological order.
>As Flash talks, Rarity starts to question in her head why she’s suddenly taken away by Flash.
>She had never felt this way for him before; everything about him is just so interesting. And for seemingly no reason at that.
>This guy must have gone under her radar for a long time until now. She can’t stop thinking about how cute he is.
>”Say… I think that show’s on right now.” Flash brings up, taking his time with glee.
>”Oh, uh, what?” Rarity hadn’t realized that she had started to daydream about Flash.
>Flash holds a remote control in his hand and points it towards the television in his room.
>”It starts around now.”
>Rarity feels a comfy feeling as she hears the TV turn on. It’s probably the idea of lying on the bed next to Flash with the TV running… or something.
>It’s hard to put her finger on what it is making her bush so heavily, Rarity just wants to get on that bed already.
>Flash turns the channel to where his show is starting, and Rarity sits next to him on the bed before falling to her side as the episode begins.
>And the episode goes on as Sunset, meanwhile downstairs, begins to show concern. But not so much in a bad way.
>”Is everything alright?” Twilight asks from beside the girl on the couch.
>Sunset turns to her. “Oh, yeah, yes. It’s all fine. It’s just a little stuffy in here, that’s all.”
>”Heh, I thought I was the only one who noticed. I just wish they’s open the window to let some fresh air in.”
>”Well, uh, I think I’m going to step outside for a bit for some fresh air.” Sunset had already made up this excuse to go outside. “You wanna come with for a bit or…”
>”Eh, my legs are still tired from walking around all day.”
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 03 Jan 2017 05:18:36 No.29184841 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29184852
>>29184834
>Gloriosa slows her pace so she doesn’t get out of breath.
>After what feels like fifteen minutes, Gloriosa finally starts to recognize where she is. It’s a good thing she’s been around her multiple times before.
>She makes her way down the edge of the river and spots the opening where the campers had set everything up.
>But as she draws closer, she soon realizes that there isn’t anything moving over there.
>Gloriosa looks again, and again, and again. But there aren’t any people over there.
>She walks up to the bags and blankets that still lay scattered about. It’s only now when she hears the distant calling once again.
>But they come from different directions this time.
>They’ve gone looking for her.
>Even though that’s the case, Gloriosa still manages to find something to cover herself with from one of the bags.
>No one had apparently brought any clothes with them; they weren’t planning on staying here longer than just the late morning and afternoon.
>And since everyone already had their swimsuits on under their clothes, there’s nothing much left for Gloriosa here but a large handkerchief that thankfully fits around the girl’s body. But just barely.
>”Gloriosa?” A voice startles the counselor from behind.
>”Aah!” Gloriosa spins around to find Rainbow Dash emerging from her cover on the other side of the river just now. “Rainbow!”
>”They just went looking for you!”
>”Yes, I noticed! Do you know where everyone went?”
>”Timber led the group upstream and said the river was easier to cross in that direction.”
>Gloriosa looks in the direction to see that they are already long gone. “Did they determine a time to return back to here?”
>Dash shrugs and gets ready to swim back across the river, getting ready to plan how to find everyone else.
>Gloriosa sighs and gets ready to explain her shirtless behavior to the other girl.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 03 Jan 2017 05:17:34 No.29184834 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29184841
>>29184827
>There’s no easy way of telling if they can hear her; it’s impossible to even make out what they’re saying as they yell.
>How on earth did this bird carry Gloriosa so far in such a short time?
>But that’s not relevant anymore. The topless counselor weaves in between the trees again, this time keeping her hands free.
>Her bare breasts bouncing with each step she takes.
>But it’s not that distracting, as the feeling has usually been pretty familiar anyway.
>No shirt can be found, however. Gloriosa assumes she can just spot the campers from a distance, hide behind something and call for one of the girls to come over and help.
>Several minutes of searching pass before Gloriosa finds the land’s elevation begin to slant downward. But it’s only as she’s heading away from the voices of the others.
>She still calls out to them, but still can’t tell if they are responding, or still calling out to see if she’s alive.
>After a few more paces downhill, Gloriosa finally finds that she’s on the side of the cliff that eases down into flatter land.
>She knows she has to hurry around the thing in order to make it back to the campers. The girl gets moving, making no effort to cover her chest without a thought about it in her mind.
>The birds nearby stop chirping for a brief moment when Gloriosa races past the trees they nest in.
>She runs through the wild, finding her way around the trees and shrubbery that pose a minor obstacle for her.
>The same river soon comes up in Gloriosa’s path, leading around the cliff and back to the place where the campers had planned to settle for the day.
>But the flow of the water is going in the opposite direction.
>However, this doesn’t matter. And Gloriosa begins to follow the river along the banks to meet the campers upstream.
>She doesn’t hear their voices anymore, but that’s probably because of the sound of the rushing water dominating a lot of the other sounds.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 03 Jan 2017 05:16:32 No.29184827 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29184834
>>29184779
Welcome, Anon.
>>29175076
>Gloriosa begins to shiver, hugging herself tighter as the cold forest air chills her skin.
>She waits a couple more minutes before checking to see if the condor is gone.
>It's nowhere in sight.
>Gloriosa emerges from the bushes with nothing but a hand-bra keeping her from being exposed.
>Though, it's not like anyone would be able to see her all the way up here at the top of a cliff.
>She can almost see the camp from up here, and has a good view of the rest of the campers down by the river after getting her bearings.
>With her legs shaking ever so frantically, Gloriosa dashes between the trees. There’s no condors in sight, but there’s no way down to the bottom of the cliff in sight either.
>At the same time, Gloriosa scans the ground for her shirt, no matter hot tattered it would be at this point.
>But it’s nowhere to be found, and she silently curses to herself.
>She never thought she would come fact to face with a downside to never wearing a bra.
>After a minute or two of searching around, Gloriosa discovers that there is no easy way off of this cliff at this time, and she simple goes back to her cover in the bushes before the condor comes back.
>Gloriosa waits until the wind dies down, then goes scurrying around some more in search of her shirt.
>She doesn’t even care if it’s completely ripped apart; she’ll still wrap it around herself so she doesn’t have to give the campers an awkward moment when she returns… whenever that will be.
>At this point, it pretty much doesn’t matter whether or not Gloriosa covers up her chest. There’s no one else around anyway, to the best of her knowledge.
>The distant sounds of everyone calling for her are barely heard, and Gloriosa starts to debate in her head if it’s a good idea to call back.
>But of course, surviving comes first, and Gloriosa momentarily shouts back in hopes that at least one of them will hear the sound of her voice.
SeententGravaxt !!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 02 Jan 2017 18:05:00 No.29180594 ViewReport
>>29180585
>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.
SeententGravaxt !!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 02 Jan 2017 18:03:43 No.29180585 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29180594
>>29179875
I'm not sure if I'm going to write a full thing on this, but here's a one-and-a-half-poster.
 
>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.
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 01 Jan 2017 20:36:34 No.29175076 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29184827
>>29171168
>No matter how hard she kicks, Gloriosa can't get herself to break free of the talons that hold her in mid air higher and higher.
>Timber cannot reach for her anymore, and the condor does finally leave the premises, but not in a way that Gloriosa had intended.
>With her eyes shut, Gloriosa begins to scream for help as her brother fails to come up with a plan of getting her back onto the ground.
>"Help! Timber! Help!" Gloriosa is losing her bearings and soon thinks more about clinging to the bird some more just so she doesn't fall to her death.
>The talons pierce through the fabric of Gloriosa's shirt and lock her into the hold. It's almost surprising that this condor was able to lift the weight of a full grown adult off of the ground.
>But then again, this bird is probably the same size as most people, if not bigger.
>About a minute or two later, Gloriosa looks down to find what appears to be the ground a few feet below her.
>Without thinking twice about it, she sees it as her only option and starts to squirm around with the talons only holding her in the air by her shirt.
>She slips out, and tumbles onto the ground as the condor continues forward.
>Gloriosa cups her hands over her chest and ducks behind a couple of bushes. She wouldn't dare move under these circumstances.
>It doesn't take long for the condor to realize the difference in weight, and it comes circling back around after dropping Gloriosa's tattered shirt somewhere off in the distance.
>Gloriosa runs into the cover of some nearby trees, but soon realizes why the ground suddenly looked so close.
>The condor carried her to the top of a cliff.
>No time to dwell on this. Gloriosa ducks back down into the safety of the bushes and keeps her chest covered by her hands.
>The condor circles a few areas around her before heading off somewhere else.
>The wind begins to pick up.
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 01 Jan 2017 05:17:46 No.29171168 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29175076
>>29170936
What happened to her arm?
>>29169383
>>29168483
>Gloriosa stands her ground, but her legs start shaking and her mind starts racing.
>She waves the blanket around as the condor zooms past every few seconds.
>That wingspan is wider than Gloriosa is tall.
>"Over here!" Timber throws his water bottle at the bird to distract it.
>But he misses, and the water bottle almost goes flying into the river.
>As the other campers stay out of sight in the trees, Timber then rushes over to his sister as she distracts the bird.
>The condor continues to circle around and around the two before lowering its elevation and sticking its talons out.
>With his side of the blanket in his hands, Timber helps Gloriosa try to divert the condor to the other side of the river, yelling to Rainbow Dash to stay hidden until the condor is far enough away.
>It has been a few minutes of waving the blanket around, and Gloriosa has been doing it for much longer.
>The two siblings are starting to get out of breath, but Timber still has some stamina left.
>"You take it from here. I'm going to check on the campers." Gloriosa pants as she lets Timber grab both sides of the blanket.
>Timber nods and starts waving away at the gargantuan bird.
>Gloriosa catches her breath as she leans against a tree trunk. "Is everyone alright?"
>"We're good." Applejack responds as she ducks behind a nearby log.
>"There aren't many condors in this forest, are there?" Fluttershy shivers in her hiking boots.
>"Trust me, they're rare around here. We just got a little bit of bad luck this time around." Gloriosa forces a laugh. "Heheh... well that's our adventure for the day, huh?"
>Fluttershy solemnly nods even though no one can see her.
>"Gloriosa, look out!" Timber's voice pierces the air.
>Before Gloriosa can turn around, the condor's talons latch onto her shoulders.
>She didn't realize she was only at the edge of the trees.
>Gloriosa is lifted into the air.