Let me guess, the marecon made you remember this was down?

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Burgers are stored in the tits.

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>>43139977
True.

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>>43139116
>and then the idea you wanted probably tomorrow in the next thread
Wonderful, I can't wait! These Tavi greens have been great so far

>>43139977
and so is milk too

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>”So, regarding your gifts this year, we figured since you get a bit rampage-y when you get too many items (and never read the books I give you), this time we’ll give you something more… temporary. For the whole day to be precise.”
>”Teehee XD I was originally planning a city wide orgy, but turns out pouring aphrodisiac to the villages food supply is illegal ᵕ—ᴗ— oh, well, a party of 3 might actually be better, heh :) we get you all for ourselves ;P Wow, I see you brought some big snacks for the party ˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵”

Anybody gonna post the Rockset alts? Or even Metalhead97's alts before he inevitably closes his Patreon?

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>>43129489
For AJ, Kawaguchi Yuuki, becuase big titty amazons.

>>43140489
>becuase
because*

>>43140397
Best surprise gift ever. The gift that keeps on giving back to Twilight and Pinkie all day and night with Anon hardly losing any stamina.

>>43140489
Based choice

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Spongebob Gangster Hot Cheeto

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Spongebob Gangster Grace

>>43140908
>>43140915
I think I'll get an EQG Pinkie Pie version of these too--stay tuned for that, anons.
Pinkie Pie would look good in Spongebob Gangsta and Sunset Shimmer would look good in it too.
For now, I decided to get Pinkie Pie--cannot afford Sunset Shimmer atm.

>>43139832
Okay then.

>>43140908
>>43140915
They look like they’re ready for Vegas

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>>43140501
>Anon
You might want to read >>43140397 again, more carefully this time.

>>43139832
Well shoot, if it's good enough to feature in the general post, I feel welcome enough to post here. This'll be Part 4 of https://ponepaste.org/11829, for those who haven't read and have no idea what's going on.

>So
>As it turns out?
>Canterlot City is in fact that big
>You'll be the first to admit this apartment isn't in the best part of town
>But between your friend group, who you spent the entire summer glued to in some configuration or other
>You could say confidently that you explored the entire city with them
>And not once did you catch sight of your erstwhile friend
>You resolved to just have to hunt him down during the first day of school
>Which, hey, look at that, here we are
>As you and your friends approach the statue portal, you stop to really take it in
>As of today, (You), Sunset Shimmer
>Are a Senior at Canterlot High
>Your time as a student is rapidly approaching its' end, and...
>You don't know how to feel about that, honestly
>From your time at Celestia's hooves to coming to this world, you've always been in the educational system in some capacity
>Back in Equestria you had your whole life planned out, even if it was a bit of a delusional goal
>Study at Celestia's hooves, learn everything you could about Magic, surpass your mentor by becoming an Alicorn as well and taking over dominion of Equestria
>Easy game, easy life
>Obviously, there were some missteps along that way
>And now that you're here in this human world
>Standing on the precipice of the last year of your compulsory education
>You realize you don't have that kind of long-term plan anymore
>Your first few years as a human you were intent on returning home as a conqueror
>You weren't sure how until your first recon trip back through the portal, where it all came together
>But now?
>You're committed to this place, this body, this life
>And... you have no idea what you want to do with it
>Before you can brood for too much longer, though, you yelp when someone slugs you in the shoulder
>Not hard enough to bruise, but it definitely jostles you out of your thoughts
>When you stop staring into space you realize Rainbow Dash is standing in front of you, resting her fist on your shoulder and grinning
>The rest of your friends are on the steps staring back at you, expressions caught between some level of concern and amusement
"Hey, what was that about!"
>Rainbow Dash just laughs good naturedly
>"Just a quick Senioritis booster, it looked like you're catching it early."
>You pull a face at Dash but there's no heat in it
"Thanks for looking out for me, doc. Sorry girls, lets get inside."
>Amidst of giggling girls you breach the school
>You actually kind of appreciate Dash teasing you like that
>That reminded you of one of your main goals today:
>Tracking down Anonymous
>You're fairly confident that he was a sophomore back during that party before the summer break
>So that would place him a year behind you as a Junior now

>>43141836
>Unfortunately that does mean you're not likely to have him in any of your classes
>But Canterlot High is only a finite space, after all
>You're confident that you'll spot him at some point
>For now though, you have to get through classes
>It's not too bad, almost every period is just an overview of the goals slated out for the year
>What they're going to cover for the year, potential "fail this and you're absolutely going to fail this class" projects on the horizon
>Though plenty of the faculty seem to be on the same wavelength as you
>Mr. Cranky Doodle, your Pre-Calculus teacher for the year, especially so
>"This class ain't one to fall asleep in, Miss Ditzy. All year is just prep for yer mathematics courses in college. If y'want nap time, step down to Algebra - I'm handin' you the building blocks to your career here, so keep these eyes open and them hands at the ready!"
>Thick accent and weird metaphors aside, Mr. Doodle isn't wrong
>This year is the stepping stone between yourself and what you'll be trying to do for the rest of your life
>During your lunch period the whole of you form a little roundtable, each taking turns discussing just that
>Applejack's going to run her family farm, though she did mention wanting to take a few years off from that to attend college
>At least long enough to get a Bachelor's in agricultural science
>Possibly a associate's in business
>She isn't keen on her older brother being the only one in the family "with a head for them fancy mathematics"
>Twilight of course wants to get a Master's in... basically everything
>Though her main focus is the Physical Sciences, namely Chemistry
>Fluttershy intends to try and become an actual employee of the local animal shelter, levying that as experience to try and land a job in a nature preserve
>Pinkie having a long term plan surprises you the most
>If only for the idea that she would be interested in scheduling her life in units of measurement past five minutes
>Though knowing she's got her eyes on the culinary art track is a lot less shocking
>Much like Rarity and her career track towards gaining at least a BFA in Fashion Design
>The only one in the same boat as you seems to be... Rainbow Dash
>It seemed like a pretty obvious track for her: "Sports, duh"
>But she's admitted that the idea of a musical career is incredibly appealing, too
>Both get in front of a huge crowd of people screaming her name
>And of course she has the talent for both
>Both...
>"Being awesome at everything you do is a curse, girls. Maybe I could be a musician AND an athlete... at the same time! I could totally sing songs and run the soccer ball down the field at the same time. Ooh man, the other team would hate me."
>Personally you're pretty sure even with her stamina she'd gas herself out pretty quick
>But it's good to have dreams

>>43141840
>You pat Rainbow on the back and she grins, taking it as support
>"Hey, I'll be back in a jiffy. Speaking of having people cheer for me, I just remembered something I wanted to check on."
>Meanwhile, when it comes to you...
>You know, more than anything, that your place here in the human world is to protect it from rogue Equestrian Magic
>The obvious issue is that... well, that isn't exactly going to keep the lights on, or give you a roof over your head in general
>The plus side is that all of the magic you've experienced has conveniently been focused around Canterlot City
>Owing to the majority of it leaking from the Portal Statue
>The furthest incident of it so far was in Camp Everfree, and hopefully it stays that way
>Though at the same time there's nothing local that screams 'commit to me for a lifetime'
>The idea of fighting magic all night and then going to clock in at your part-time job at Rollin' Sushi for the next few decades sounds... dire
>To say the least
>You can't help but sigh as the lunch period ends on an awkward note with that
>Everyone else has their lives mapped out with big, well thought out plans
>Exceeept you (and Rainbow)
>But that's fine
>You have a whole school year to figure yourself out
>You stand up a bit straighter
>Force a smile on your formerly worried face
>And are about to turn down the hall to make your way to Miss Hibiscus's class when you notice it
>A whip of dark hair turning the corner headed the opposite direction
>Hair that dark is honestly a bit of a rarity around these pastel parts
>So you don't hesitate to rush after it
>Hardly even thinking for a moment about what you're doing when you place a hand on the person ahead's shoulder
>Which is a shame, because the face that turns to meet you isn't green
>But a somewhat muted taupe grey, with wide, purple eyes
>This... isn't Anonymous Tip
>This is Octavia Melody
>You offer her a nervous, apologetic grin
"Sorry, you just looked like someone I was looking for from behind?"
>The noted musician 'huffs', slipping free of the hand you stupidly haven't moved yet and walks away with her chin pointed high
>Before you can feel like too much of an idiot, though
>"Seems a bit dramatic for a case of mistaken identity, isn't it?"
>Your head whips around to see the man of the hour a few feet away
>Anonymous crosses his arms across his shoulders, staring at you questioningly
>It looks like puberty wasn't quite done with him yet
>He's taken on an inch or two since you last saw him, placing his eyeline just slightly above yours
>Though otherwise, everything's as it should be
>Skin, a rich forest green
>Clothes, fairly shabby with a band whose name you couldn't read if you tried
>Hair crashing past his shoulders, bangs carefully coiffed to hide his right eye
>Without much in the way of though you step in closer to grab at his jawline and turn his head to inspect him
"I guess it was a little rude of me to just grab her like that."
>The irony

>>43141841
"Are you alright? Did you even go to the Camp Everfree trip?"
>Anonymous tenses as you touch his face, brow furrowing as his noggin is turned this way and that mid conversation
>"Nah, I took the chance to just stay in and relax at home. Kind of sounded like I lucked out. Is it true the camp owner made a deal with demons and your crew had to magic her out of it?"
>Your eyes narrow as you scrutinize him
"That's... close, though I didn't see any demons. We ran in to more Equestrian Magic out there in the woods and had to deal with it, yeah. Why didn't you go? Was that even allowed?"
>"Nothing about that permission slip said it was mandatory, so I just didn't feel like it. Are you about done trying to smoosh my cheeks?"
>You adopt a sheepish grin as you let go of Anonymous's face
>Before you forget, you pull out your phone
"Listen. I was worried about you after that Camp, and I really wanted the chance to just hang out. I spent time with all the girls during the last half of Summer, but I would've liked to do so with you, too. Mind sharing something I can reach you with?"
>You reach out and press your phone into Anon's hands
>He stares down at the tin brick of glass and metal for a moment
>You feel oddly nervous as he scrolls through your apps before spotting what he was looking for
>Tap tap tapping away at it before handing it back to you, a slightly familiar 'ping' chirping from the device as he does
>Just before he can say something, though:
>"Hey dude sorry dude gotta borrow Sunset for a sec you'll have her in a jiff!"
>Now, those watching this conversation through text can likely parse what was just said with ease
>For those having to listen to it, though
>(Such as yourself and Anon)
>Rainbow Dash essentially just did a total driveby using her Geode while rapidly saying all of that in one breath
>It kind of sounded like a raspy raptor screech
>You dig your heels as Rainbow Dash pushes you through the hallways, having experienced with this kind of travel before
>Sure enough when Rainbow is done placing you where she wants you, the soles of your boots slap the tiled stone flooring with an audible 'clap'
>As you get your bearings from being super-sped across the school you look around and notice the rest of the girls have also been taxi'd and are looking similarly dazed
>Rainbow, obviously, is just fine, standing in front of a wall and bouncing on her heels, grinning hard and biting down on her lower lip
"Rainbow! I was talking to someone! You could've at least given me a second to say goodbye."
>"I'll take you back, jeez! But you guys gotta see this! It's so AWESOME."
>Apparently with that the speedster can't take waiting anymore and steps aside, splaying her arms out and doing some jazz hands from sheer excitement
>Behind her on the wall is a very familiar poster
>Hot pinks, baby blues and soft yellows
>A guitar emblazoned across the middle

>>43141847
>And the phrase "CANTERLOT MUSICAL SHOWCASE" written across it, though the date underneath has obviously been updated to reflect the current year
>Rarity's the first of your group to really get her bearings back and read the poster
>"Oh! They're going ahead and doing the Showcase again this year?"
>Hearing someone else confirm it seems to kick Rainbow's excitement up a notch
>You swear she's starting to vibrate, if she Pony'd up right now you wouldn't be surprised
>"YEAH! Ohhh man this is going to RULE! I found Principal Celestia's personal number and I swear I called her like, every day during Summer vacation about it!"
>Oh, that poor woman
"I'm surprised you're excited about a mere Showcase. After the Battle of the Bands last year I figured you'd be more eager for something like that."
>Rainbow actually looks thoughtful for a moment, there
>"I mean, yeah. I love to compete, don't get me wrong. But I dunno, music doesn't feel like the place for it, y'know? Everyone should be able to show what they got without worrying about 'out doing' the rest. Music's all about self-expression."
>That was surprisingly mature of Rainbow -
>"Besides, I already know the Rainbooms are the best band in the school! We don't have anything to prove."
>There it is
>"That doesn't mean I don't wanna practice until our hands fall off, though. We got a few weeks to get the rust off. Since it's a showcase we only get one song, too. We'll have to really figure out what we wanna play..."
>Rainbow suddenly pauses and looks at the six of you
>"You guys are down for this, right? I did just kinda drag you all here."
>The resounding unanimous nods and verbal agreements put the pep right back in Rainbow
>"Awesome! Now, heh. Sorry girls. Lemme just get you back to where you were, okay?"
>Before any of you can turn down the taxi you're hurtling through the school again at breakneck speed
>Clamping your lips together and your eyes shut to keep your lunch in place and your eyes from drying out
>"And here's where the bus gets off! ... I think. Uh. It looks like your friend didn't stick around, Sunset. Sorry."
>When you open your eyes you find yourself back outside of your History class
>Sure enough, Anonymous has vanished
>That's not much of a surprise, though you still manage to be a little disappointed
>The strong gust of wind behind you tells you that Rainbow's zipped off too

>>43141852
>While you make your way to your next class you look down at your phone and remember the notification chime that had gone off just before you were carted away
>You open your phone and notice a new app on it
>A blue square with the weirdest icon you've ever seen
>It looks like the silhouette of some cartoon character's head, but what you assume are ears are mistmatched
>There might also be a third one?
>There's two holes in the middle that you assume represent eyes
>Weirdness aside, you have a message already
>A DM from an icon you don't recognize
>Though the content makes it clear who sent it
>* [Anonononymous] This is the best you're getting out of me, take it or leave it.
>A grin crosses your face as you confirm that, if nothing else, you accomplished one of your main goals for the day:
>Get his contact information
>Before you can stew in that satisfaction for long, though, the bell for next period rings
>And... you're standing around in the middle of the hallway glued to your phone
>Shit!
>Damn it Rainbow...
>You curse your entire way to your next class

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Apples are stored in the tits.
Pears are stored in the ass.
Oranges are stored in the thighs.

>>43141937
“Hey ya suger want an apple?”

*grunting noises before a apple pops out of her nipple*

“There ya go! Eat up.”

>>43141854
I’ll have to read the rest of this first but I like what I’m seeing so far. Will definitely continue reading.

>>43141937
>>43142108
Imagine drinking apple juice from her nipples

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>>43140234
I'm getting a little delayed but I'll have it posted as soon as I can.

>>43141937
I can give her something she can store in her womb

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>>43143040
Take your time, no need for rushed stories

>>43141854
Interested in more

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>>43144054
Cute duo

>>43141854
I’m glad I revisited this general bc I’m already really into this story you’ve got going. Making Anon’s full name Anonymous Tip was really clever and I’m amazed nobody’s thought of a naming scheme like that before.
Also, honored as I am to be credited with the creation of Norman, I can’t really take credit for that lol. Norman was a Fingerbang creation to serve as Anon’s occasionally stoner friend back when this general first began. He even had his own general, once upon a time.
Anyway, looking forward to more!

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>>43144116
Holy shit, man. That means the world to me. You're like, in the top three of my biggest inspirations when it comes to horse stories. Thank you.

>>43143934
And hey, good news.

>* [Anonononymous] Personally, if you ask me, it sounds like this Starswirl guy was using our world as his personal trash can.
>During your break you pull your phone out of your purse to check
>And sure enough, Anon responded to the story you sent him earlier
>Reading over the single sentence your several paragraphs of recap forces a slightly exhausted chuckle from you
>Of course that's his takeaway
>(Though honestly, you're starting to be inclined to agree with his assessment)
>You recounted the story of your latest magical artifact wrangling to him
>Honestly, you aren't sure if you and the girls are getting better at dealing with these sorts of things
>Or if the string of artifacts, relics, and oddments you've had to deal with lately are just that lame
>The last one was a manebrush that as far as you can tell was supposed to change the color of the user's hair without having to go through the hassle of dyeing it
>It honestly sounded useful, and Rarity certainly agreed, until it gained sentience and started turning everyone's hair it could get its' bristles on to... plaid
>Seeing it tear through the cafeteria and hallways bouncing on its' handle was funny
>The ensuing panic, not so much
>This one felt a bit overkill to use your Friendship Magic beam on
>The idea of giving one of those big dramatic speeches to a manebrush was just humiliating
>So Rainbow did the honors after chasing it down of snapping it in half
>The sad little sound it made as the enchantment faded...
>That's going to stick with you
>You're just about to start tapping out a response to Anon when Rainbow Dash calls out
>"Yo! Baconhair! Text your boyfriend later!"
>Right, so, the pithy little intro
>You've got hair that if someone calls 'bacon toned' one more time you're going to scream, you're the leather jacket aficionado, you're the pony in remission, yada yada
>Yes, (You) are Sunset Shimmer
>And while you were slightly annoyed with Rainbow Dash
>You did agree it wouldn't hurt to go through the routine one more time
>The past few weeks have been a total blur
>Between the doodads and whatnots from Equestria popping up and causing moderate amount of havoc
>Rainbow has been keeping her promise of 'practicing 'till our hands fall off!'
>You all didn't think she was serious
>You hadn't played in a few months, how bad could it be?
>Shockingly, you damn near busted your own guitar just trying to get that first practice to end early
>'We haven't stretched our musical muscles! Well. You girls haven't. I shred at least three hours a day just to keep my fingers limber.'
>You legitimately do not know where Rainbow Dash finds the time to do half the things she does
>(Though her grades give you a decent idea of what she's skimping out on)
>But she isn't wrong

>>43144249
>So, with the goal of never again making those nightmarish sounds with your instruments established
>You and the rest of the Rainbooms have been working hard to get back into 'fighting trim' as it were, when nothing magical was keeping you busy
>As much as you appreciated how little effort it was to get through a Heart Song back in Equestria
>There is something satisfying about working on a skill and making it your own
>"We'll go through this one last time and I think we should be ready for this evening, that last go sounded almost perfect!"
>All of you agree in some form of verbal fashion
>Yep, tonight's the night already
>The Musical Showcase is set about an hour after the end of the school day to let everyone do what they need to do beforehand
>Go home and get their gear, get into costume, etcetera
"It's going to be nice actually watching it this time. With the Dazzlings trying to sabotage it last year I was way too stressed out to pay attention to anything other than our opponents in the brackets. Hopefully nothing like them pops up tonight."
>In unison, the rest of the girls all rap their knuckles on the closest wooden surface, from the wall to their own instruments, while giving you a flat look
"Heh, sorry."
>You have enough decency to look abashed, and follow their lead on your guitar
>Knock knock
>After a lot of debate you all had decided to perform "Legend You Were Meant To Be" for the Showcase
>"Shine Like Rainbows" had been a serious consideration as well, but you already did that one last year and didn't want to just do a repeat
>But there also simply wasn't enough time to write a whole new song
>Either way you could probably perform you part in "Legend" in your sleep, something this last practice only compounds on
>As much as you enjoy playing with the band, you'll be glad to see the back of this event
>Get back to a normal sleep schedule
>Let your poor fingers stop cramping and automatically clutching like you're holding a pick even when you're not
>And...
>Actually get to see Anon in person more
>With all that's been going on at best you can snatch a quick 'good morning' from him in the halls during the day, but otherwise?
>It's pretty much just been DMing him on the app he installed on your phone, Strife
>Apparently it's a fairly popular chatting app
>But since you already have all your best friend's phone numbers you've never really knew about it
>Anon's a bit too aloof sometimes...
>But that's fine
>Your new friend has been a bit of a lifeline, as you've alluded to
>As much as you love the girls there's something fascinating about talking to someone about your magical mishaps and the like that isn't directly connected to them
>While being a student of CHS has him tuned in to the idea that magic exists, he still has plenty of thoughts about the artifacts and the trials of dealing with them that you describe to him
>Mostly sarcastic thoughts, but they at least prove entertaining

>>43144250
>As you and the Rainbooms wrap up your last practice and get ready for first period, you realize there's an opportunity to see your friend right in front of you
>Your phone's in your hands and you're tapping away almost immediately
* [FunInTheSummerSun] You know, I just realized...
* [FunInTheSummerSun] I kind of took it for granted that you would come
* [FunInTheSummerSun] But seeing as you ditched the Camp Everfree trip, I should probably ask: are you coming to the Musical Showcase tonight?
>* [Anonononymous] I was originally gonna bail, yeah
>* [Anonononymous] Cousin Norman and a few of his friends twisted my arm about it pretty quick though
>* [Anonononymous] So rather than sit in the dark until morning I guess I'm gonna put in an appearance
>You snort at that
>Anon's always saying gloomy stuff like that
>Part of you wonders how much of it is a joke sometimes
>The rare times you see him he's always looking tired
>Hunched down a bit to try and look smaller
>You remember that from the party
>You had assumed that was just him attempting to go unnoticed like a regular wallflower
>But that just seems to be the default for him
>Hopefully the Showcase is fun enough to get him to stand up a bit straighter
>For now though, it's just a matter of getting through the day
>As if fully aware of the big event waiting at the other side of the last period
>This day will just
>Not
>End
>Every Period feels like it's taking twice as long
>Every lecture is like the teacher is talking at half speed
>The lunch line...
>Well, that's normally paced, but still
>The point is hurry up already and -
>BRRRRIINNNNGG
>You blink and your final subject for the day, World History, has come to an end
>With a grin on your face and far more pep than is wise in your step, you flee the school as fast as you can
>All of your group agreed to meet up at the Carousel Boutique to get dressed
>But knowing Rarity it's going to take most of your time to get your outfits on, knowing how complicated her ensembles can get when she's excited
>Today's theme is, apparently, Glam Rock
>A maze of tassles and leather and things being poofy where you wouldn't expect and tight where you definitely would prefer they weren't
>Rarity's gone for a minimum of color for the most part
>An overall palette of white, except for the left sleeves of the matching leather jackets you're all sporting
>Lined with 7 stripes representing each of you to make a rainbow
>Each one has been identified belonging to a certain member by their particular stripe being bigger than the rest
>Honestly this jacket is something else
>You don't usually rock white leather but you really dig the rainbow sleeve
>The torn up leotard is riding up in places you aren't going to mention
>But this jacket though
>"Oh, I do hope you girls like them! I've been very inspired by the era. Glam groups were so ahead of their time when it came to peacocking. Alice Cooper, Slade, Freddie Mercury. Pioneers, one and all!"

>>43144251
>Rarity titters as she applies the finishing touch, using her makeup kit to draw a symbol over all of your left eyes
>A lightning bolt for Rainbow, a butterfly for Fluttershy
>No surprises here for the most part, though you have to bite down on your lower lip to not snicker at Applejack's apple
>When everyone's finally at a state of doted on that leaves Rarity satisfied, it's back into your various vehicles to return to campus
>And
>Wow
>You have to park your motorcycle in the student parking lot every day, so you have a pretty good idea of what the capacity looks like on a normal day
>You're pretty sure the lot is thrice as full, near capacity
"Wow, and here I thought this'd be a smaller event as a friendly showcase."
>Rainbow Dash hops out of her car, crowing and laughing all the while
>"With the Rainbooms making an appearance? No way!"
>You just shake your head
>You really admire your friend's self esteem sometimes
>Inside the school, packed like sardines, you and the girls fight your way to the backstage of the auditorium to make your presence known and sign up
>You're taken by surprise when Principal Celestia admits she'd prefer your group be one of the last to perform for the night
>Rainbow Dash's smug grin points directly you way, and you roll your eyes
>Come to think of it, in addition to winning the Battle last year, you did collaborate with the Shadowbolts to win that Chance to Prance competition
>Okay, maybe the Rainbooms are a bit of a big deal
>Perhaps you should be capitializing the 'the' in there, too
>Just kidding
>With your placement in the setlist... well, set
>You're free to simply relax and watch the rest of the groups perform like you wanted to
>There's a few less bands than there were last year, you quickly notice
>If you remember right there were sixteen bands in total for the bracket
>Today only fourteen are in the Showcase
>Maybe a few groups were last-minute pairs due to the Dazzling's magic making everyone want to compete and win?
>Either way, you're thrilled to actually get to watch stress-free
>That doesn't stop your hands from reaching into your purse to pull out your phone, though
* [FunInTheSummerSun] We're here! Hanging out in the wings backstage waiting for our turn. We'll be going on last apparently or pretty close, so we're not out in the crowd, sorry. You're out there, right?
>"No, I'm behind you."
>Despite the quiet tone of Anonymous's voice, you still jump about a foot in the air hearing it so close to your ear
>Your phone leaps out of your hands and you swipe at it once
>Twice
>And manage to actually palm in on the third wild swing of your hands
>Whew
>"Nice catch."
>Taking a deep breath you turn to properly regard Anon, brow flat, though there's no real anger in your eyes
>You're surprised to find that he isn't alone, though
>Standing next to him is what you would at best describe as 'Anon, but in a funhouse mirror'
>If Anonymous is 'moderately tall and concerningly lanky'

>>43144254
>This guy is a bit 'squat and stout'
>He does share your friend's green skintone, though their facial features are a bit more varied
>You have a good idea of who this is already
"Heya, Anon. I'm going to take a guess and say this is your cousin, Norman?"
>You beam a smile at the pair
>Though it falters when Norman meets your gaze
>While Anon typically wears a guarded expression, his cousin...
>Very clearly doesn't like you, if his firm glare is anything to go by
>A chill lances down your spine
>Anon doesn't seem to notice, given that Norman is a step or two behind him
>"That is in fact a Norman."
>Without looking back, Anon jabs his thumb behind him, calling your attention to the other two guys in tow, who you realize are identical twins
>They're... well, they're not glaring at you like Norman is, but they are definitely giving you a look of suspicion
>"That's Stick Shift and Gear Grind. Don't bother asking which is which, they think they're cute."
>You offer the twins a polite wave, which they return in creepy perfect unison
>Right, you do not like the twins
"So you're part of the showcase? Why didn't you say so?"
>Anon just shrugs
>"You didn't ask."
>After a few seconds of waiting for a follow-up you realize you aren't getting anything more than that, and you huff
>"Unfortunately we're up pretty soon, so we're going to tune our gear and get ready. We'll see you later, Sunset."
>Waving goodbye you step aside to let the quartet pass
>When they get far enough you can see Norman turn his head towards Anon and whisper something pretty harshly at him
>Then glance back at you, briefly
>You quickly look away when you and he make eye contact
>You're not sure what that's about, but...
>You are curious what Anonymous is going to play
>With that dull tone, and his overall 'close to the chest' vibe
>You wouldn't be surprised if he tried to blow the auditorium away with something with something like industrial metal or rock
>You're suddenly assaulted with microphone feedback, followed quickly by the voice of Principal Celestia
>"Welcome once again, students and visitors, to the Canterlot Musical Showcase! We're playing a fair bit low key this year compared to the Battle of the Bands, but we've still got quite the array of talent to enjoy tonight!"
>The audience claps politely in anticipation, though you can tell they're just as eager to get started as you all in the back are
>The rest of the Rainbooms join you at this point, just as interested in observing the performances as they are to put on a show themselves
>"So, without further ado, lets get started! Our first act for tonight, MC Snips and... DJ.... Snazzy Snails."
>Her smile and enthusiasm, gone
>You similarly clench your everything in preparation for what you're about to have to endure
>"YO MY NAME'S MC SNIPS AND I'M HERE TO SAY"
>Oh sweet Celestia, no
>If you can give your former lackeys any credit, you will admit that it's slightly better than last year's effort

>>43144255
>They learned their lesson and didn't include the word 'orange' in any of their bars
>But they still deserve to be behind bars for subjecting you all to that
>From there, though, it's a lively show
>Octavia Melody and Vinyl Scratch wow the crowd with a fusion of classic and techno music that gets the energy back in the crowd
>Trixie and the Illusions prove that they earned their place in the finals last year and they haven't lost a beat
>Though her lyrics still don't seem interested in acknowledging that Trixie isn't the only member of her band
>At least the Illusions are having fun, you guess
>Even Flash Sentry and his "I'll Have Her Home By Eight PM Sir" pop can't put a dent in the momentum you're all building up
>The crowd roars with approval, and that energy keeps riding, until...
>"Thank you, Flash Drive! Lets keep this going, though. Up next, please give a hand for Anon and the Mooses!"
>Terrible name aside, you can't help but perk up as the quartet march onto stage
>Unlike most of your contemporaries tonight, the group isn't wearing a matching costume, opting instead for their regular clothing
>Their gear is more personal than unified
>They're almost an oversight
>And then, the first lick of Anon's guitar cuts across the crowd waiting in anticipation
>And it's nothing like what you were expecting (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zbh_7JTOFFQ)
>The energy is too upbeat, the sound too light
>You were fully expecting Rammstein, and instead you're being served Arcade Fire
>Anon's voice doesn't match his usual tone, either
>All dull low ranges, a sarcastic edge at best
>His singing voice, though
>A bold tenor, warm
>Gentle...
>Though shaky at the start
>"Whenever there's a lull between the Void -"
>""""YOU FILL THE SILENCE!""""
>The sudden roar of the rest of his bandmates seems to startle Anon, if only momentarily
>But it also seems to stir more confidence into his vocals, and as he stands up straighter to better belt out his lyrics...
>You start to see something you didn't expect
>The shape of his happiness
>His neutral expression melding into a weary but bright smile as the crowd shouts their love
>His dull eye shining with life as he whales away on his guitar
>He still keeps half of his face hidden, and the circles indicating a poor sleep schedule are still very present
>It's like his joy has been trampled on
>But in this moment it shines through and completely transforms him into someone you hardly recognize...
>But you find you really want to
>"I could be, I suppose, someone you should get to know... ("""Someone you should get to know!""")"
>Maybe you are, Anon
>Maybe you are

Sunset may have a bit of a type.

>>43144116
Glad to see you again as well!
>>43144249
Also loving this story! Particularly glad to see another story making use of music! (LOVE "Anon and the Mooses"!)

>>43144257
I find this really enjoyable. Looking forward to see where this goes.

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>>43140397
Spike gets all the babysitters.

>>43144766
>>43140397
>>43141758
>Spike instead
Even better

>>43144270
Stories involving music always have something special about them from my experience

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>>43141760
White, Black or both?

>>43144956
>A third pic in the middle of the other two this time
And I like it the most too
Just by a little though

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>>43144257
That's a nice song you've got in the story! I always like when greentexts include music like that, it helps give the story more of a unique identity
>>43144270
Thank you, it's nice to be back!
Lately I've been writing for the Anonstallion threads. I'm almost done with the greentext I've got going on there, and after that I'm not sure what I'll write next. I've got unfinished greentexts in Anonstallion and /AiE/ that I've been meaning to finish, but I also want to tackle the Pinkie Pie fingerbang idea I've had for a while now. We'll see what happens.

>>43145200
This, unironically.

>>43144956
Middle has the best hair.
Left has the best figure.
Right has the best design concept.

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>>43129489
Honjou Raita for Luna. Like Celestia, she needs a tall, imposing and regal appearance and big tits, but, considering how she's not nearly as much of a sports girl as her sister, I imagine her to be pretty thin.

>>43145835
You know quite a few really good artists anon

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New chapter for the kiddies
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At one point when we came up for air I informed her "My Queen, if you don't want to wait until 6, that's perfectly fine with me."
>A fire seemed to light in her eyes as she asked "Are you sure about that my King?" with an eager grin.
"Maybe a little less sure now than I was three seconds ago, but yeah, I'm sure." I said playfully.
My Queen climbed on top of me and said "Then I want you to listen to this idea I had for our first time...."

>Anonymous sipped on a soda as he scrolled through the boards on his computer in the living room. It was getting late and things were slowing down. The entire grind was starting to wear on him and his mood was worsening.

"Every time that I look in the mirror."
"All these lines on my face getting clearer."
"The past is gone."
"It went by like dusk to dawn."
"Isn't that the way?"

"Everybody's got their dues in life to pay, oh, oh, oh."
"I know nobody knows."
"Where it come and where it goes."
"I know it's everybody's sin."
"You got to lose to know how to win."

"Half my life's in books written pages."
"Storing fact learned from fools and from sages."
"You know it's true."
"All the things come back to you."

>"Up late again honey?" came Sunset's soothing voice from the bedroom doorway.
"Yeah, I'm sorry dear. Mirkens has been getting on my ass because I'm a little behind on my shitposting. I swear he.. woah!" I had turned around in the middle of talking and been stunned into silence!
>Sunset was wearing a very see-through sheer black robe over matching black bra and panties! An outfit that never failed to get her husband's attention!
>She smiled at his reaction and walked over to the office chair in front of the computer where he sat and put her arms around his shoulders. "Maybe it's time to take a break?" she asked seductively.
>Anonymous glanced once at the computer and then back to his wife and smiled, saying "Yeah it just might be."

>>43146172
>Sunset teased "You're not worried about Mirkens?"
"If Mirkens thinks he's coming between me and my sexy wife then he's in for a bad time tomorrow!" I declared.
>Sunset kept smiling at that and purred "Good boy. Do you know what I wanna do tonight?"
"Not just yet my Queen." I said as I slid into old habits while rubbing her back.
>My Queen said "MmmMm, I'm pretty sure you have an idea. And yes, I DO want to reenact our first time making love again my King!"
I smiled at that suggestion and said "I suppose I can't complain about having some 'greatest hits' that you want to repeat. Shall we head to the couch then dear?" as I got up from the chair.
>With a smile and a giggle she skipped over to her position in front of the couch as I moved the coffee table out of our way.
Then I embraced her and we started deeply kissing. I created spaces to ask "Are you,... sure,.. you want to,... do this,.. in your front room?"
>My Queen just nodded in response as we kept kissing.
Once again, I had to create spaces to ask "My Queen,... may I,... eat you out please?"
>She stopped kissing me, got a WIDE smile and nodded while gently pushing down on my shoulders.
>As my knees hit the floor, I gently took down her panties and let her step out of them. Then I set them on the coffee table behind me.
>Divested of her panties, she sat on the couch and spread her legs for her lover.
"THAT is a beautiful sight! I will admit I had wondered if the curtains matched the drapes."
>My Queen's bush was tightly trimmed and mostly orange with two thin yellow stripes running from the top to the middle of the sides.
>With a small giggle my Queen stated "You could have just asked you know."
"Sure but,.. that's not as good as experiencing it. And there's so much more of you I want to experience my Queen." I said with a breathy smile.
>Then I moved my hands to the top of her willing thighs and rested my thumbs on her heated mons as I opened my mouth and extended my tongue. Prepared to draw letters on her to bring her to ectasy.
>S,U,N,S,E,T
>S,H,I,M,M,E,R
>I,S
>M,Y
>Q,U,E,E,N
>O,F
>R,O,L,E,P,L,A,Y,I,N,G
>She tapped me on the shoulder twice and asked me "Stand up please."

>>43146174
>So I got up as she asked and extended my hand when she wanted to get up too.
>When she was up, she looked me in the eye with a wild smile and asked "I want you to fuck me from behind stud." And then she turned around and bent over, placing her hands on the walls and hungrily waiting for me.
"Yes my Queen." I said as I lined my cock up with her pussy with my hands on her hips and asked "Could you guide me in please?"
>Wordlessly she reached back and made a small adjustment with my cock and put her hand on the wall as she shot me a smile.
>I gasped as I slid myself slowly in until I was all the way in in one slow motion.
>As I was pulling out, she managed to say "Harder!"
>So next time I entered at twice the speed.
>Again she cried out "Harder!
>This time I increased speed by another 50% and got a more satisfied moan in response.
>Suddenly she started internally convulsing around my cock.
>Fluttershy had practically yelled at me to keep fucking her when that happened with her so this time I didn't need to be told!
>She kind of went nonverbal after that.
>She convulsed around my cock twice more before I finally blew,
>She then turned around and started kissing me deeply again.
>When we came up for air we both laughed and sat down on her couch.
>So that had been her idea for her first time. To roleplay as a middle-aged married couple reliving their first time.
>Meh, if it made her happy then I would go along with it.
>As we both basked in the afterglow, my Queen suddenly asked me "Hey what do you think of tattoos?"
With some slight surprise I responded "Well honestly I've not really considered them yet. And I'd need to wait until I'm 16 to get any. But if you girls can come to a consensus on something I'll certainly consider it."
>With a sneaky smile she asked "Would you let me draw some stripper stars on you tonight?"
"Oh sure." I replied without hesitation. "It's your night and I want you to enjoy it! Something temporary doesn't seem like an issue at all."
>Then I had a flash of inspiration.
"I've just had an idea, now that we're talking about tattoos. When the time comes, I want to reserve from my left shirt sleeve on down for something."
>With sparkling eyes she asked "Oh? Something like what my King?"
"Well what I'm thinking is each of my girls names vertically starting from where a short shirt sleeve normally ends." I said.
>With thoughtful consideration she asked "Interesting. Why the left arm specifically?"
"Well because the left hand is where the wedding band goes and my intent is to declare my commitment to my girls for the world to see." I answered.
>That got me a hug, a kiss, and some groping that soon led to round 2!

>My Queen asked me to answer her door when the knock came at 10 AM.
>The favorite scents for my next girl were all apple-themed, so I was unsurprised it was Applejack and the cheerleaders as her ride.
>Applejack was wearing a short denim dress and had a lasso on her hip that I pretended not to notice.

>>43146178
Hello everybody! It's Tuesday and time for another installment of How to be Dense!
Smaller update today, but small is fine.
I've been nervous about writing sex scenes because I don't think they're my best area.
But like I'd tell any other writer on here, just do it. If nothing else the experience will help!
And also, if I have weaker areas, then I also have stronger ones.
More super powered action sequences will happen as well as choreographed musical numbers.
For this installment, I figured that a desire for RP fit Sunset.
And Anon is talented enough to help her make it happen.

Next week the cheerleaders have news for Anonymous!
And why did Applejack bring a rope?
Next week in How to be Dense!
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Cake is stored in the tits.

>>43146186
Nice update mate

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>>43146359
Forgot pic.

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>>43146362
Cake is stored in CELESTIA'S tits.

>>43146359
>>43146362
>>43146374
And my cream is stored in her womb

This one fought me quite a bit. I tried to rewrite it a few times to keep all the events in that I wanted to have go down in this chapter, but it became quickly apparent that the pacing was just totally fucked like that. So, I cut it in half. This should be the shortest of all the chapters so far, but I think it reads better for it.


>With the Musical Showcase behind you, life finally quiets down a fair bit
>(Of course the Rainbooms blew the roof off of the place, but honestly, anything less than that would've been a huge letdown for yourselves and the audience)
>Rainbow finally puts down the whip and is thoroughly distracted by Soccer practice
>(To say nothing of the half-dozen other teams she's in charge of)
>Ensuring that you and the girls can focus on your own pursuits
>While for the majority of them this would mean their studies and hobbies
>For (You), Sunset Shimmer...
>You have your own personal project that's a bit more extracurricular:
>Studying one Anonymous Tip
>Ever since his surprise appearance in the Showcase, he's been taking up a lot more room in your mind
>Trying to reconcile the established dour mental image of your friend with the bright light that drove the crowd wild...
>It's like trying to imagine the Sun in the night sky
>Completely incompatible with reality
>Even meeting with him backstage after his set
>It was like an enchantment had been cast and broken once he was out of the spotlight
>The beautiful light in his eye faded once again
>His lopsided smile drew into a neutral line
>None of his bandmates seemed to notice the change
>Or maybe they were used to it?
>Anon stuck around with you and the Rainbooms for the rest of the Showcase at your behest
>The Mooses gave him a look that you couldn't quite identify but let him be
>They gave you a look too, but that one was a lot more easily understood:
>Hostility
>Mostly from Norman
>The way he went out of his way to glare at you behind Anon's back suggested to you that it wouldn't amount to much asking him about it
>So you let it slide off your back and enjoyed the rest of the show until it your band's turn
>It was a great night
>Though dampened by Anonymous politely turning down your invitation to go celebrate at Sugarcube Corner
>Apparently he was out late enough as it was and needed to get back
>So he hitched a ride with his crew and you split up
>You're fairly certain Rainbow teased you for the apparently 'disappointed' look on your face as you watched the quartet drive off into the night
>But honestly?
>You were too preoccupied mentally for that
>That version of Anon on stage...
>Even at his brightest his happiness seemed marred
>Like someone had stepped on it and left a dent
>You made a declaration to yourself that night that you were going to get closer to your friend
>You wanted to learn what happened
>So, when you could spare a few moments, you did your best to hunt him down in the halls between classes

>>43146459
>Strike up a conversation, even if they were brief
>Just try and put in the time
>Even if it would be easier to just message him over Strife
>(Though you did plenty of that during class, still)
>It just felt more substantial to make eye contact with him
>You noticed after the Showcase he was spending more time with Norman
>Which, while it did make things awkward for you
>Over time you came to appreciate Anon's cousin looking out for him
>As it turned out, you weren't the only person in the auditorium that night with a working set of eyes and ears
>Plenty of other people had come to take notice of your morose friend
>It was something you had plenty of experience with after last year's Battle of The Bands
>Plenty of people crowding you, demanding your attention now that you were no longer persona non grata
>Trying to claim your time, your friendship, get you to agree to be seen with them in some capacity
>You were grateful to the rest of the Rainbooms, who acted as a buffer between you and them to keep you from being overwhelmed
>And you felt a similar gratitude towards Norman as he performed the same task
>You weren't sure if Norman reciprocated it when you stepped in and tried to help do the same, but he certainly glowered a lot less when you were playing human shield for Anon
>Other times you fell back on some old habits
>Letting Norman run solo so that you could... observe
>You had kept watch over people plenty of times during your time at the top of Canterlot High's food chain
>Though back then you felt less awkward about the whole thing, because a magical rainbow laser hadn't cursed you with the concept of morality yet
>You rationalized it away as you just trying to get to know someone better
>And that worked enough for you
>You found that slowly, Norman calmed down his buffering and started letting some people through
>You thought at first he was just getting exhausted from it, but Anon either vouched for them or chided his cousin for being so overzealous
>Over time several faces had become known to you
>You didn't know who they were by name, but they had slowly become regulars in your friends orbit, and
>You were shocked to find at how... casual Anon interacted with them
>Conversations with them were languid and a bit one-sided, as they were with you
>But the air around them was just completely different, less tense
>The way Anon's shoulders hung loose, the way he let his gaze wander instead of keeping completely focused on them the entire time
>He'd known these people for significantly less time and yet he seemed so much more relaxed in their presence
>(You tried to ignore the odd sting in your chest)
>At times other people would still try take his time
>While a core group was forming that Norman took no issue with and Anon enjoyed their presence, there were still hangers-on and fans that tried to share in his limelight, or claim his clout for their own

>>43146461
>Underclassmen were the worst about this, you swore it was like freshmen simply didn't understand how to behave like human beings yet
>Maybe it was something to do with how tiny they all were
>(You were never that short, right?)
>Higher brain function just doesn't kick in until you're at least five feet five inches tall
>Twilight would probably know the answer to this
>You resolved to never ask
>During one of your hands-off observations you witnessed a gaggle of such freshmen girls trying to get Anon's attention
>It was kind of funny watching him try to navigate their combination of earnest praise and awkward, stilted flirting
>As much as you would love to watch your friend go through that, you start to stalk off to head to your next class
>When a sudden, abrupt, sharp bark of a laugh erupts behind you, causing you to jolt a foot in the air
>Your head whipped back so fast you're surprised you don't sprain it
>But you're just in time to see a mere glimpse of an embarrassed, genuine smile on Anon's face just as his hand jolts up to cover his mouth, smothering the rest of what was apparently his laughter
>You've never been able to get a reaction like that out of him!
>You're funny too, damn it!
>Maybe not Pinkie levels of hilarity
>Or any of those apparent comedic geniuses, those pint-sized hussies, but...
>You find yourself stomping away to your next class in short order, trying to ignore the burning feeling in your chest and the heat on your face
>Finally, as the month drew to a close, Anon surprised you again with behavior contrary to what you thought was his nature
>Amidst the moving from one class to another there was always some people that thought the world was going to end if they weren't on time
>Rushing down the halls, some outright running
>One of the Senior athletes that Rainbow Dash would surely know the name of completely plowed right through a Sophomore and tossed their books all over the hall
>Everyone else was too busy making their own way, and you had unfortunately chosen to try and chase down your fellow Senior to tell them off
>They were really booking it though, and you lost them in short order

>>43146462
>When you returned to the scene of the accident you were surprised to find Anon with the student
>One, now that you got a good look at, wasn't even one of those that had joined his circle
>A complete stranger to you and surely to Anonymous as well
>Yet there he was
>Slowly, methodically helping him gather his things
>Gently organizing everything back into their proper order, tamping their papers down, making sure the books hadn't creased their pages
>The whole time speaking to the younger student in a quiet, comforting manner
>While he didn't rush through putting his supplies back together
>Anon would probably be extremely late at the rate he was going
>But he didn't seem to care at all
>(You probably should've helped, in retrospect)
>(Instead of watching from around the corner like a weirdo)
>And so, as the first season of the school year shifted from Fall to the early frost of Winter
>You thought of your friend, who spoke comfortably with people who weren't you, who laughed openly, even if they tried to smother it and their smile as fast as possible
>Who helped complete strangers just because they could and took their time making them feel better
>You felt a small spark of something in your chest
>A little yearning (You wanted him to relax around you like he did everyone else)
>A little jealousy (You wanted to be the one who made him laugh, you wanted to see that smile he tried to hide)
>A little pride (You didn't expect him to be so caring and gentle, with the way he talks, but you wanted him to share that gentleness with you)
>And despite this whole exercise being merely a way to try and learn more about him
>You couldn't help it
>As that spark in your chest ignited into a flame of... affection
>Affection?
>Oh, no

>>43146465
>Oh no
Oh yes!

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>>43146374
Obviously, we already concluded that AJ has cider in hers:
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>>43146862
>we
we've*

>>43146862
Juice or cider either one suits her

>>43146465
This dive into Sunset's mind and perspective has been an interesting read

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>>43147451
Pic and accompanying filename very related.
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>>43146114
I'll give these a read when there's less on my plate and more time to finish it all. But this all looks promising.
>>43143767
It should be out soon regardless. I'll try to post it all in one piece so it's done before the end of the week but also not rushed.

I might not post anything tomorrow, though. If the site's April Fool's prank this year is something like a 4chan message asking for us to give up digital images of government IDs or face scans "for the sake of age verification" only for the url provided to go to a rickroll with the message being "never gonna give you up" to anonyminity on 4chan, then yeah I'll probably be posting stuff. If the prank is something annoying instead that makes the site unusable for the entire day like last year's event, then I'm just gonna stay offline until April 2nd. We'll have to wait and see.

>>43129489
Kome Cola (https://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=list&tags=kome_cola+) for Rarity, and Hz (https://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=list&tags=hz_%28666v%29) for Sunset Shimmer

>>43147612
The stock exchange was probably the most fun I ever had shitposting on this site in... 10 years fuck I'm old

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>>43147451
It's funny to me that, apparently, Fluttershy is harder to draw than RAINBOW Dash.

Finally. This entire chapter is the very first sequence I came up with when first thinking up this story. I'm so excited to finally get there and share it with all of you. Also, Jayson Thiessen's 'there's no human equivalent to how long moons are' is fucking stupid. A moon is a month. The portal opens every two and a half years. Maybe that fucks up the mystical nature of it, but then maybe they shouldn't have used a measurement of time that almost every other media uses to mean 'a month'.

* [FunInTheSummerSun] Hey, I'm sorry for the short notice, but do you think you could swing by the inner courtyard after school?
* [FunInTheSummerSun] I want to talk to you face-to-face, and it should clear out pretty fast what with this being Friday and all.
* [FunInTheSummerSun] Which is good, because... I want this to be for your ears only.
>You set your phone back in your leather jacket's pocket again
>Though you know in about five minutes it's going to be in your hands again, whether you hear a notification chime or not
>It took a bit of a pep talk from the girls, but you managed to get the courage to arrange this meeting
>Anonymous read your messages, the little symbol near the last one says as such
>But he didn't respond to them at all
>You sent them a little after the lunch break
>So they went out least three hours ago, and...
>Nothing
>Your hand moves up to wipe at some sweat forming on your temple
>It's ridiculous, but yes
>(You), Sunset Shimmer, are sweating and fretting over a boy
>You try and calm yourself down
>If you really think about it, it's just you asking to hang out
>... One on one, where the likelihood that you holding hands is very high
>You can't help but think about how you haven't even spent time with Anon outside of school in a platonic sense
>Beyond meeting him at that party
>Is this stupid of you?
>Maybe you should DM him again and cancel
>Your phone's in your hands and you're tapping away to say as such when you hear the crunch of frost and leaves approaching
>"Hey, sorry for taking so long. And not messaging back. Norman was looking over my shoulder when I was reading your messages and went a bit nuts. Took a lot to get him to back off and not try and crash this whole thing. So, what's up?"
>Anonymous Tip has arrived
>And for a moment you're a bit like a deer in headlights
>Are you skipping steps?
>If you are, it's too late to fix it now
>You stand up a bit straighter, lift your head slightly to meet his gaze and
>Feel your bravado entirely spill out of your pockets like spaghetti when you do make eye contact
>Your hands, formerly ramrod straight at your sides, lift to rest on your chest
>One subconsciously toys with your Geode in a fit of nerves, tugging on the chain, twisting the actual geode around between your fingertips
>He's staring and you haven't said anything for about a minute now, girl
>Isn't this a fun reversal?
>Stop quipping in your head and SAY SOMETHING
"I-It's... uh. It's alright, I get how he can be sometimes."

>>43148174
>For the love of Celestia don't stutter right out of the gate
"Thank you for meeting me out here, I know he's probably waiting, right? So I'll try not to... stall. Even though I really want to."
>That feels a bit too honest
>Anonymous shifts his weight onto his left leg, arms crossing over his chest as he stares at you
>Seeing as you clearly have plenty to say, he's letting you carry on
>Very cruel, Anon
>"Sorry. I'm just... a little nervous. I've never done this before."
>Technically true, when it came to Flash Sentry there was less of a confession and more a declaration
>'You're mine now, put your hand around my waist and make sure everyone knows who you belong to'
>Your eyes clench shut as you screw up your nerve and force what you've wanted to say all week out all at once
>"So. You're probably wondering why I pulled you aside, and, I know this sounds weird, and out of nowhere, but... I've been noticing you a lot lately. That's probably obvious, right? We're friends, we talk all the time, of course I notice you. But I mean in a way more, um. More intense than that. Even when I can't find the time to talk to you, I still notice you around school. The way you talk to other people, relaxed and composed. Or how you'll stop and help other students, even when it cuts into your time and gets you into trouble."
>As you delve deeper into your diatribe you find it easier to talk, though you keep your eyes shut
>It's easier to say this all without looking at Anon
"And... even though I wish you would look at me the way you look at others, I don't hate the way you do. You don't treat me like an idol, or act like you want a piece of my clout, or anything like that. You're just my friend, and having someone like that who isn't one of the girls is just... refreshing."
>One of your arms wraps around your forearm, while you keep tugging away at your Geode as your nerves ramp up
"I've been trying to put myself out there for more people instead of just being on an island with my best friends, and that all started when I met you at that party last year. I took a gamble, and I'm really glad I did. I feel a lot less isolated and that's because you were willing to hang out with a complete stranger on a balcony and listen to her complain. You've always been a great listener. I hope you know how much I appreciate that."
>You feel the tension in your shoulders loosen
>Time to bring it home, girl
"Every day, people ask me for things. My time, praise, validation. But you've never asked me for anything like that. You've always just been... my friend. So it might be a little hypocritical, after complaining about that, but I want those things from you. I want to spend time with you outside of this place. I want to be closer to you. I want to go out on a date."
>Finally, you let your cyan eyes open, a smile drifting across your face
"So... what do you say?"
>But as you meet Anonymous's gaze you quickly find you wish you hadn't

>>43148176
>He isn't smiling back at you
>He isn't even giving you his usual guarded expression
>He looks... upset
>A small frown worrying at his lips, his brow knit
>Already you can feel something in your chest tighten painfully
>"I'm... uh."
>He's just as tongue-tied as you were
>After a moment he seems to find the words he wants to say
>"I imagine that took a lot for you to say, but... I'm sorry, but I can't return the sentiment."
>The feeling in your chest practically doubles in intensity
>You bite down on your lower lip now to stifle a noise you really don't want coming out right now
>"I've been humoring this since we met- but... I can't let this keep going if you're going to take it this far. I'm sorry, Sunset, but, no. I don't feel that way about you."
>The way he phrased that tears at you even worse than his rejection
>He's been... humoring you?
>Did he never even think of you as a friend?
"I... I'm sorry. Did I do something wrong? I don't know what I could've done to make you not want to be at least my friend, but I swear I didn't mean it. Please, just -"
>Your free hand reaches out to try and grab one of his hands
>And, uh
>Hey, remember how we established that you've been nervously tugging on your Geode this whole time?
>Pack your bags girl because your ass is going on a trip to --

PART ONE:
>While the halls are fairly empty, given that it's already a few hours past the school day, what little students there are still panic and press themselves up against the lockers as you pass them by
>That's right, know your place
>Beneath (You), Sunset Shimmer
>And despite the expression of smug superiority on your face
>Underneath it is a very stressed out pony
>The Fall Formal is only a week away
>The culmination of your plans
>Literal years of preparation
>Not just for this stupid school function
>But for your true goal:
>Claiming your rightful place as the next ruler of Equestria
>You remember your initial return to Equestria two and a half years ago
>It was... a stupid risk, that initial push
>Perhaps it was your ego talking, but you were sure you would've been immediately caught when you fell on your suddenly much longer face
>Stupid bipedal body had completely warped your sense of gravity, so returning to your pony shape had been... difficult
>Fortunately, there weren't even any guards posted around the Mirror
>This allowed you to stalk the halls of the Castle
>The sight of new stained glass murals featuring ponies you never knew accomplishing great deeds had clued you in on the importance of doing some catching up on current events
>(The artistic nature of the murals left something to be desired but was that NIGHTMARE MOON? She was REAL?! What had been going on since you left home?)
>And so, you studied
>In addition to the Dark Goddess of the Night being an actual pony and not just an old myth, you were shocked to learn that the Elements of Harmony were real, too

>>43148178
>Found and used by five ordinary mares... and Princess Celestia's prized student
>Twilight Sparkle
>Your teeth grit at the idea of somepony other than you acquiring so much power
>That should be YOUR crown
>But your studies showed you how the Elements were already out of your reach
>Bound to the souls of their current bearers, only something as catastrophic as one of the bearers turning on the other would be enough to break their hold
>But... the Elements did not host their artifacts
>Through observed gossip around the castle you learned that the relics were housed in Celestia's personal vault
>You questioned that - wouldn't it make more sense for the ponies to keep their Elements on hoof? If nopony else could use them, there didn't seem to be any real harm
>But if Celestia was going to make a mistake, then that was on her for you to benefit
>Because you had a hypothesis:
>You could easily break in to the Princess's vault (it wouldn't be the first time)
>Take one of the Elements (preferably that bitch Twilight's)
>And take it back to the human dimension
>You theorize that, taken from its' home dimension to an entirely different one, the bond between Element and Bearer SHOULD be severed
>Allowing you to claim it and the magic within for your own
>Artifacts of this level of power usually required an attunement ceremony, though
>... Like say, the Fall Formal you just won?
>You already have so much influence in the school, even as a Freshman
>It wouldn't be hard to build on that, keep winning these events
>Then when the portal opens up again in two-and-a-half-years time
>You can swipe it then (there simply isn't enough time to plan and execute a heist, especially after you wasted an entire night studying and spying)
>Force the committee to design the crown around the Element
>Then swap them out in time for it to be presented to you
>That should satisfy the attunement process
>And with how much power the Elements hold let you finally use magic in the Human World
>Then, and only then, will you have the strength to make Celestia acknowledge the mistake she made in spurning you
>For now though...
>There's so much riding on this years Fall Formal
>And while obviously these morons wouldn't understand that
>It still makes your blood boil like crazy seeing them clearly not taking your coronation seriously
>Such as right now
>As you reach the end of the hall you see some students putting up posters to announce the Formal
>And even a cursory glance at their offering you can see several spelling mistakes (Did they seriously call it the 'Fail Formal'?)
>Grammar errors ("do what come to them there auditorium at X PM", what.)
>And honestly, the entire layout for the poster is just ugly
>So it shouldn't be anyone's surprise that you march on up and start berating the assembled students
>Outright tear the poster off the wall and throw it in their faces

>>43148184
"Get this garbage out of my sight and try AGAIN. Everything has to be PERFECT for MY CEREMONY, YOU GOT THAT?"
>The gaggle of kids scream and scramble past you to get out of the way of your wrath
>As irritating as their screw up was, the catharsis of seeing them flee before you puts a malicious grin back on your face
>Though, as you turn to head towards the student parking lot
>You catch sight of one student remaining
>Staring at you
>The locker by him is open, so you assume it's his
>Explains why he didn't run with the rest, he wasn't a part of them
>Lets get a good look at this guy
>You're assuming he's a freshman, going by height
>His eyeline's about three inches below yours
>His clothes are a bit grubby and torn
>Gray cargos, a black shirt with presumably a band name who thought making their logo as unreadable as possible was good marketing
>A scrawny build and forest green skin
>And moderately long, black hair
>Just barely grazing their shoulders
>Styled to cover up his right eye
"You got something to say, shrimp?"
>The freshman frowns at you, and it's there that you really catch his expression
>Singular eye, acid green, staring at you with a look... of concern
>Of pity
>Your mind immediately flashes to a pair of violet eyes that used to stare at you in the exact same way
>The back of your neck starts to itch
>"Someone really hurt you, didn't they?"
>You're startled from your sudden recollection by the freshman's question
>Who the fuck does he think he is?
>You take a few steps closer, feigning nervousness, rubbing at your left arm
"You think you see right through me, huh?"
>You suddenly make eye contact and rush forward, palming the freshman's forehead and pushing him roughly against the lockers
"Maybe someone did. Maybe they didn't. But I bet I'm about to hurt you a lot worse."
>The freshman struggles against your grip
>Plenty of people do, but you're a fair bit stronger than they tend to expect
>In the squirming though, turning his head this way and that, you muss up his hairstyle
>Forcing his face to be fully exposed
>You're briefly startled at the deep, dark purple splotches and ugly yellows painted around his eye
>You don't often see ugly shiners like this in school
>While there's some light jostling around, even the rougher kids around campus don't get this violent
"Looks like someone already beat me to making you regret mouthing off, huh?"
>Despite the clear fear in his eyes, the freshman tries to put on a brave grin
>"Y-yeah, just a bit. Don't suppose you'd let me go, since I'm used goods?"
>You mime a thoughtful expression, resting your free hand on your cheek and loudly humming.
"Nah. This just means I'll have to get creative."
>The freshman stares at you in confusion
>You let that expression hang for just a moment
>And then your knee rams into his chest as hard as you can throw it
>With all the air blown out of his lungs, it's easy to grab him with both hands and forcibly shove him into his own locker

>>43148187
>And then give the lock a little spin when you shut the door on him
>You chuckle darkly as you make your way to the student parking lot, the sound of his banging on the locker fading away the further you get
"Hope you learn to mind your own business, shrimp."

Part Seven, Continued:
>As quickly as it suddenly began, your eyes stop glowing and the vision ends
>You stumble a few steps back from Anonymous, staring at him with a horrified expression
>You remember that now
>The freshman getting stuck in his own locker incident had blown up across the school
>Everyone had been talking about it
>The student was trapped in there for several hours before the janitor came by doing their rounds and hearing sobbing
>They never did figure out who did it to them, as they completely clammed up
>On top of them being unwilling to talk, the faculty found there was an unfortunate blind spot in the camera network in that area
>And then, a week later
>The Fall Formal happened
>You happened
>And for the rest of the school year that was pretty much all anyone talked about
>For the rest of the school year, all you cared about was trying to make amends and trying to forge connections with Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Applejack, and Pinkie Pie
>It was a much bigger story to the student body
>A much more pertinent event in your life then some random instance of your cruelty
>And like one of those magic illusion paintings
>The pieces all full into place
>Everyone may have forgotten what you did and what happened to Anonymous
>But of course his close friends like the twins and his cousin Norman didn't forget
>Even the way he acted so tense and guarded around you made sense
>And that look of surprise when you first approached him at the party...
>WAS that surprise? Or was that fear?
>He said he was humoring you this whole time...
>Because suddenly you were one of the most popular girls in school, and up until the Musical Showcase he was just a face in the crowd
>If you wanted to waltz on up to him and 'act' like you didn't even know him, what else could he do but play along?
>"Sunset?"
>You realize now that you've just been standing there this whole time while you relived that memory
>Staring past him into the past
>When you regard Anonymous you notice he's taken a step back from you
>Made distance
>He still looks upset, but you can see the concern on the edge of it
>Concern for you, or fear at what you might do now that he's turned you down?
>You feel sick to your stomach
"I... I.."
>You can't even string a sentence together without fearing you're inviting making yourself vomit
>When your body starts to tremble, you finally break
>And with a cry of frustration, and disgust, and sadness
>You run
>You run, and you run, and you run
>But you feel like even if you had Rainbow Dash's Geode instead of your own
>You could never move fast enough to escape what you're feeling

Probably should've proof-read harder, I messed up a fair few dialogue indicators, augh. I'll have to fix those in the Paste, but I'll trust you can figure out that Sunset is speaking for a majority of those gaffes.

>>43148190
>>43148206
Don’t worry the errors didn’t take away from the story
Good stuff Anon

>>43148190
>>43148206
Aye. A fine green!

>>43147830
I definitely agree.

Minor but still an update
https://ponepaste.org/11812

>>43130722
>Twilight
>>43135240
>Rainbow
>>43140489
>Jack
>>43147830
>Rarity
Only 2 more to complete the M6.

>>43148702
I want to 'inspect' Twilight's midriff with my hands on her tummy then give her chest a few surveying gropes to be 'sure' if she is wearing a bra or not even though she clearly isn't wearing one, then take the hem of Twilight's top and bring it to right underneath her chin before taking Sunset's entire top down to her belt so her friend doesn't feel alone hahaha

>>43148622
Liking this green

>>43148862
Kloah for Fluttershy (for Tallershy, Hootershy and Emoshy memes) and Cinko for Pinkie Pie (乇乂丅尺卂 丅卄工匚匚).

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>>43148702
While I like his style why did he have to go for the Flatdagio meme?

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>>43148862
After finding this one, I'd like to see them (and Sunset too, I guess) in Nicorima's style, since she draws nice playboy bunny girls.

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>>43149652
I think it works great in his style. Also would love to see him draw busty Adagio though.

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So the site did stay usable but I ended up getting sidetracked irl, but I'll try to finish the Octavia green tomorrow.
>>43147836
I know how you feel, I first started writing here in the first half of 2014 after having originally wanting to only be a shitposter but one thing led to another and I ended up writing greentext.
>>43146178
The letter arrangement foreplay before the lewd scene was pretty witty. Neat update as always.
>>43148190
You've done a pretty good job with Sunset's monologues. Also just her dialogue in general, I can absolutely read everything in her voice. Sad little heartbreak at the end too. I hope that whole thing gets solved without too much messiness in between, thought that might shorten the story.
>>43148622
I feel bad for Anon thinking having lots of female friends makes him seem gay instead of just "popular with the ladies". Guys use that sometimes to convince newer girls to trust them more (unfortunately often maliciously).
>>43149687
Xan-Gelx (your picrel) and Nelljoestar (my picrel) would make a great collab since their styles are very similar and would go great together.

>>43150240
Really appreciate you saying that, man. I've been rewatching EQG as I write this to remind myself of plot points and get a better feel for her voice. (side note: I seriously don't remember Sunset being such a side character in her own series, what the Hell) Glad to hear that's paying off.

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New Canterlot Exchange devlog:
https://homeschool-studios.itch.io/canterlot-exchange/devlog/1477173/ha-april-fools-an-actual-update-on-the-demo
>We’re putting out a real demo for Canterlot Exchange... Yes, an actual build you can play.
>Okay but when, smart guy?
>About two weeks from now, give or take.

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>>43150452
Nice
>>43150757
And that’s a good thing!

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>>43150757
>>43150930
>And that’s a good thing!
Who said it wasn't?

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>>43151035
How did Ray get that big? Was it protein?

>>43151166
A wizard did it.

>>43148190
>The spoon slips into your mouth again, and you immediately lap the ice cream on it off
>This time, dark chocolate with mint chunks
>A perfect blend of sweet and bitter
>As delicious as it is (you're pretty sure this brand is ludicrously expensive, but it definitely tastes worth the cost)
>Your brow still remains flat as you swallow and let out another sigh
>In the following silence Rarity stares at you, trying to be patient but clearly on the road to running out of nicety.
"Rarity, I really appreciate you letting me eat all of your ridiculously expensive ice cream, but this really isn't making me feel better."
>"Of course it isn't, darling, you're only engaging with part of the process! You need to fully embrace it for it to work."
>Your brow flattens
"I am not saying it, Rarity."
>"Come now, darling. I promise it will help!"
>Rarity outright bats her eyelashes at you, while scooping up more ice cream onto the spoon
>You sigh and open your mouth, accepting a helping of peanut butter swirl
>When you swallow, you also swallow down some of your pride, and...
"... Nom nom nom."
>Despite everything, a small grin defiantly tries to slip across your mouth. You wipe at your puffy, tear stained eyes
"This is so stupid."
>Rarity responds to you in a sing-song voice
>"It's not stupid if it works~"
>"If you two are done, y'mind lettin' us know why you called us over?"
>Rarity huffs at Applejack, though you understand her impatience
>Your friend, well meaning as she is, has been pretty insistent for the past ten minutes
>Though you wouldn't mind holding off a little longer, your gaze flits from friend to friend
>Applejack, Fluttershy, Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie
>All of them had dropped whatever they were doing just to come at Rarity's insistence on your behalf
>(You), of course, being Sunset Shimmer
>Completely floored by your relearning of your past with Anonymous, your mind went a blank for a bit there
>All you could think of was making distance from the truth
>But
>Silly Sunset, that knowledge is in your brain now
>You're not getting away from it no matter how hard you sprint
>By the time you had come to your senses
>(Coincidentally around the same time your lungs ran out of air and were screaming their protest)
>You collapsed on your knees on the sidewalk, panting openly
>Sobbing even more blatantly
>Just thanking your luck that at least no one you knew was witnessing you in such a state
>"Darling...?"
>Of course
>You lifted your head out of your hands to witness a very blurry Rarity
>After wiping at your eyes you realized that you had fled in the direction of her home
>She and Fluttershy were the closest to the school, so that tracked
>Your friend helped you off your knees, and from there things pretty quickly led to now
>You explained that things didn't go well with Anon, but didn't want to elaborate until everyone else was assembled so you didn't have to repeat yourself

>>43151278
>As much as you wanted to stall, you knew it wouldn't do you any good
>It wouldn't be the first time you had to confront a mistake from your past with them
>(Seriously, the amount of times they managed to 'accidentally' bring up your demonic transformation at the Fall Formal during those first few months of inserting yourself into their clique was suspicious, to say the least)
>You still couldn't find the will to look any of them in the eyes as you recounted your confession, Anonymous's rejection, and most pertinently, the Geode-assisted revelation in why he would do so in the first place
>When you finally stop staring at your feet you can see the conflict on their faces, each of them doing various levels of terrible at hiding it
>They looked among themselves as well
>Clearly trying to prompt another one of the group to speak up first
>This went on for an agonizing minute before you let a growl rumble in your throat
"I KNOW it's bad. You don't have to sugarcoat it. It's only by the grace of the security cameras not functioning in that part of the school that kept me from getting expelled, or worse."
>Rainbow Dash hums loudly, tapping at her chin
>"I wonder what stopped Norman from spilling the beans. The way that guy glares at you, he's not exactly being subtle about how he feels. Even I noticed."
>"Maybe they only got Anon to admit to it recently, and they think it's too late to try and do something about it?"
>It's not a bad theory by Twilight, but you really can't find yourself caring about Norman at the moment
>You simply groan and bury your face back in your hands
"Regardless of why Norman isn't trying to get me arrested, I don't know what to do about this. I like Anon. I can't stand the idea of him hating me or having been afraid of me all this time. That was probably one of the worst things I ever did to someone during that time of my life... aside from mind control everyone, anyway."
>You unbury your face to stare at your friends, your family
>Despite your best efforts you can feel tears pinpricking in the corners of your eyes again
"How do I make this right?"
>Thus began another roundtable between you and your friends
>And
>You know that you friends were trying to help
>But... most of these were terrible
>"Oh! We should throw him a "Sorry Sunset Beat You Up, Trapped You In A Locker, And Then Forgot All About It" party!"
"I'm pretty sure Anon wouldn't want to go to a party all about that. Besides, what would the decorations even look like?"
>"What if you challenged him to a one-on-one soccer game and if you win he has to forgive you?"
"Dash, that worked out in your favor once, you can't keep challenging people to sports contests when they're mad at you. Besides, what if he won?"
>"I don't know, give him your motorcycle?"
"Hard pass."

>>43151280
>"Maybe, um. You could take him to the animal shelter? Pets are very therapeutic, after all. Even if he doesn't take one home I'm sure just seeing all their precious faces would help make him feel better." "Fluttershy, are you just trying to get us to come help you volunteer?"
>"...Maybe."
"We'll... we'll circle back to that."
>"Well, what if you gave him a gift to show your regret's sincerity? We could design something together that he'd absolutely love!"
"That's... a better idea, but we know how Anon prefers to dress. No offense, but I don't think you have the heart to design a pair of cargo pants, nor would Anon be interested in a jewel encrusted Wolf Parade shirt."
>"... Perhaps a jewel encrusted LCD Soundsystem shirt?"
"I think we should keep workshopping it, Rarity."
>"Apples."
"... Applejack."
>"Sorry, this really ain't my wheelhouse. I got nothin'."
"I appreciate your honesty, if nothing else."
>"What about a song?"
>The presence of a truly good idea caused the rest of you to perk up and collectively glance at the speaker, Twilight Sparkle
>Six people all staring at her at once startled the newest member of your friend group, but she recovered quickly enough to press on
>"I mean. Anon's got his band. Terrible name aside, he clearly appreciates music, like we all do. What if you wrote him something to convey how sorry you are?"
>For the first time since the roundtable began you felt something akin to hope in your chest
"That's a perfect idea, Twilight!"
>"A very lovely sentiment indeed, darling!"
>"Mhm!"
>The rest of the girls agree, as you slowly rise to your feet
>"Well, what are we waiting for? Lets get to work!"
"Actually..."
>The girls pause and now it's your turn to get collectively stared at
>Wow, that is weird, actually
"I think I want to do this one myself. I think it would mean a lot more if it was just from me, instead of a Rainboom Original. Maybe not even write anything beforehand, just do it off the cuff."
>Everyone agrees that it probably would come off better that way
"I just wish I'd gotten his address. I don't want to let this fester between us longer than it has to..."
>"I mean, I could try to find it."
>Twilight's ready for the group reaction, this time
>"Remember that whole deal at Equestria Land? I tried to talk Applejack through a hacking sequence to get us out of what we thought was cyberspace. Did we ever really talk about how weird that her phone just teleported us to a convenient room instead of doing something actually technology related? That still keeps me up at night sometimes, and I just-"
"Twilight! Focus, please."
>Twilight looks abashed for a moment, but mutters something you're pretty sure sounds like 'I'm bringing this up later' as she pulls her laptop out of her bag

>>43151284
>"The point is, rummaging around the school's database shouldn't be nearly as hard as trying to escape the internet. Really, I bet I could just put up these proxies, Turn on Nord VPN, blorp the VOIP, open Adobe Reader, and then..."
>"Magic, right."
>Applejack nods wisely as Twilight trails off, lost in her work
>You don't want to admit you lost Twilight somewhere around 'blorping' the VOIP, so you just nod along with your apple loving friend
>Everyone else follows suit
>You're not sure how long hacking a database is supposed to take, so you get ready to sit back down and wai-
>"Done!"
>What, really?
>Twilight huffs triumphantly to herself, looking up from her screen with a grin on her face
>"Easy as Trigonometry! They seriously just keep those records in an Excel file. I could've found that in my sleep! Anon's address is listed as..."
>Twilight squints at the screen quickly just to be sure
"... 2150 Grand Trot Drive. Why does that sound familiar?"
>That address is quickly recognizable to you, as well
>Maybe not the exact number, but you know the street
>It's...
>Son of a bitch
"That's in my neighborhood! He can't be more than three blocks away from me!"
>And that would explain why none of you ran into Anon during the Summer Break
>None of the girls were especially keen on hanging out at your apartment, given the rough and tumble nature of the surrounding area
>It perhaps wasn't the safest place to be, sure
>But the landlord took cash and didn't ask uncomfortable questions
>Such as wondering where your parents were
>Once again fully rising to your feet, you flash your friends a genuine smile as you scrub at your eyes
"Thank you, all of you. I don't know what I'd do without friends like you."
>You bask briefly in their chorus of 'aw shucks', 'you'd do the same for us!', and 'no problem's before excusing yourself and rushing your way home
>You want to get started on this song ASAP...
>... And while you do feel like it's a bit rushed, by Saturday night you're confident this will get your feelings through to Anon
>You originally did want to just do it straight from the heart
>But this isn't Equestria, a Heart Song isn't going to leap out of your mouth just because you want it to here
>And there's nothing more important to you now than getting this right
>The trek across the few blocks separating you from Anon is a short one
>But every step feels heavy
>Your heart is practically roaring in your ears
>You can feel sweat pooling in your palms as you clutch your guitar tighter
>You're going for acoustics tonight
>You draw the instrument just a bit closer to you as you approach the house
>For all you consider your apartment building the 'bad part' of Canterlot City
>It's scary how much more... oppressive the neighborhood feels, barely going deeper into it
>Especially in the dark like this
>Just remember why you're here, Sunset
>And count those addresses so you don't overshoot
>2144, 2146, 2148...
>2150, here we are

>>43151289
>If nothing else, Anon's family actually has a house unlike you
>Though it's... definitely seen better years, you're sure
>The grass raises up to about your knees, and you swear something slithered by your shin
>The dull green paintjob for the wood is faded, chipped away entirely in parts to expose an even darker, dirtier shade underneath
>A concerning amount of the brickwork has been chipped or gouged away
>Are those bullet holes?
>Remember why you're here!
>Walking around the perimeter of the house, you try to peek instead the windows
>Almost all of them have fairly thick curtains, but in one of them near the front of the house you can see some light peeking through
>There's no real way to tell exactly if that's Anon's room, but...
>The house doesn't seem that big (single story, maybe 1800 square feet?)
>Surely he'll hear you regardless
>Taking a deep breath, you get your guitar ready and begin to strum (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ibh4XOzbDzg)
>Immediately you hear some odd thumping from inside, but pay it no mind
"Dream of anything, I'll make it all come true!"
"Everything you need, is all I have for yo~u!"
"I'm forever-"
>Before you can even finish the first verse though
>The front door bursts open
>The light from inside completely casts the person in the doorframe in shadow
>But just judging from the sheer size and bulk of the silhouette
>You're pretty sure that's not Anon
>The accompanying harsh, slurring voice screaming into the night certainly seals the deal, though
>"WHAT TH' FUCK IS THAT FAGGOTY CATERWAULING OUT HERE? IS THAT YOU, NORMAN?!"
>You're completely startled by this, stumbling into the grass
>You really hope whatever was slithering around in the lawn was also scared away
>Also, Norman?
>You're not sure what you're more offended by:
>This guy's language or that insinuation
>Norman had the lowest register in the entire band's chorus! Just what the Hell is he trying to imply, here?
>Just as you're about to go on another mental tangent, your eyes adjust to be able to better see this person and-
>Okay fuck stop trying to be funny, because that is clearly a fucking gun in that guy's hand
>You're suddenly very grateful that your composing took all day
>In the pitch black of a new moon, you're able to military crawl your way across the overgrown lawn and get away
>Whoever that is
>Their enraged screaming carries an almost impressive distance
>Even as you go down a block to put distance between yourself and him
>You can still faintly hear it
>....
>Oh man
>This was a stupid idea
>You should've waited
>Maybe Anon would've had more time to stew in the fallout of your meeting but at least you wouldn't have been threatened with a gun like that
>Slamming the door to your apartment you slide down along it to the floor, grasping your guitar in one hand and your chest with the other
>He'll just have to wait to hear the rest of it
>...
>Just one little complication to that plan:
>Anon doesn't show up to school on Monday.

>>43151290
Seeing Anon from another perspective is always neat to see in greens.

>>43151284
>"Maybe, um. You could take him to the animal shelter? Pets are very therapeutic, after all. Even if he doesn't take one home I'm sure just seeing all their precious faces would help make him feel better." "Fluttershy, are you just trying to get us to come help you volunteer?"
>"...Maybe."
You accidentally made Sunset's dialogue greentext here. Which is a shame because the writing is really funny. I haven't watched any EqG stuff in over a year but your green is making me feel all those old vibes again.

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>>43150452
Fucking finally. The three-year streak of vaporware ends.

>>43151460
Ugh, I noticed it only after I noticed. My proofreading skills leave something to be desired. It's fixed on the Paste, at least. Thank you, though! Trying to hit that mark is what I'm aiming for.

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>>43149652
Sunset's harem.

>>43151664
>varying tit sizes in harem
makes good enough sense to me

>>43151664
She’s gonna make them “sing” through that tape!

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>>43144766
>>43150757
>>43150935
The Mane Six are white women and Spike is their dog.

Should I have a sort of recap since it's been so fucking long since I last updated this?

Anyways, finally, here's more Alanamous

>Be Alanamous.
>You spoke up about the crazy voices to Coach Dash.
>And not only did she seem like you were nuts.
>She insisted that you should reach out to Principal Shimmer about it.
>Like fucking hell you were going to let any other adult in on this.
>Last thing you want is to be institutionalized.
>Of course now that leaves you with no real options.
>You won’t tell Principal Shimmer.
>Nor your grandparents.
>Or even Twilight Sparkle.
>Even if the voice is telling you to take her life specifically.
>But what to do now?
>The end of the school year is fast approaching.
>You were sitting alone at your dad’s monument.
>You stare down at the plaque.
>You slip down from the bench and sit on the concrete floor.
>And place your hand on the plaque.
“What should I do?”
>You whisper aloud.
>As if you were going to get any sort of answer from your father from beyond the grave.
>You let out an exasperated sigh and stare up to the sky.
>A cloudless sunny day.
>Endless blue sky as far as you can see trying to seduce you into a false sense of security.
>Perhaps just waiting for the school year to end so you can just be away from everything could help.
>You begin to just gaze at the beautiful sky when someone hovers over your view.
>”Hey there Alana.”
>Sunny greets you and then sits on the bench.
>You don't answer and just continue to meander.
>”How are you?”
>She asks.
>And you don't really answer her.
>You just continue to think.
>Izzy then pops up and joins you and Sunny.
>”Hey guys.”
>Ever the eternal optimist her tone is as bright and cheery as always.
>Then Pipp and Zipp join in.
>And finally Hitch.
>Everyone has gathered.
>And everyone has said their greetings to each other.
>Except for you.
>You just continue to stay silent.
>Sitting on the ground.
>Feeling frustrated.
>And you don't know why.
>You get up from your spot.
>You start to walk away.
>For no reason.
>Then you stop.
>And you turn to the group.
>They are all starting at you.
>You are starting to think.
>Then you start to contemplate.
“Hey guys...”
>You finally say to them.
>You really don't want to get the adults involved.
>But you feel you need to say something to someone.
“What does it mean when you have voices in your head that tell you to harm people?”
>You tell them.
>It sounds terrible.
>But at least you didn't say 'kill'.
>They now look at each other.
“Besides that I may have schizophrenia or some shit!”
>You quickly add.

>>43152185

>Izzy seemed like she was going to say something but stopped at your extra comment.
>”Are the voices telling you to harm specific people or just people in general?”
>Sunny asks.
>A good question,
>You once again start to think.
>Should you tell them?
>Would she overreact if you told her that the voice tells you to harm her hero?
“Twilight Sparkle.”
>You outright say.
>Fuck it.
>If anything, the fact that it's telling you to kill someone and not just anyone could be a sign that it's not schizophrenia.
>Right?
>The group looks a little more concerned.
>”When did you start to have these voices?”
>Zipp asks.
“The voices? Around the time I found out she was my mom.”
>You answer her.
“The voice telling me to harm Twilight Sparkle? That started at my Sifu test.”
>Some of the others seem to be thinking.
>”Is that the only thing out of the ordinary?”
>Hitch now asks.
>You look at your now fully healed hand.
“Some strange fuzzy feelings.”
>You all too easily admit.
>There was a prolonged silence.
>”Is this something you don't want to ask any adult about?”
>Sunny asks.
>You shake your head.
“I tried to talk to Coach Dash about the voice but she didn't have an answer.” You add. “Said something about wanting to talk to Principal Shimmer.”
>You shake your head again.
“I'm not doing that.”
>You announce.
>”Even if they could have an answer?”
>Pipp speaks up.
>That sort of sent a flare up your spine.
>You keep calm.
>She was only asking a genuine question.
>You take a deep breath.
“While this may seem serious, I don't think this is that serious.”
>Some of them don't seem convinced.
>”I don't know about that.”
>Zipp now speaks up.
>“Because now that you've said you are having 'strange fuzzy feelings' ever since meeting Twilight Sparkle then this could be a bigger issue.”
>You just continue to eye your rival.
“And why's that?”
>You ask.
>Zipp looks as if she were shocked by a cattle prod.
>She then looks over to the others again.
>Then she takes a deep breath.
>”While I can't say I've been having voices in my head that aren't mine like you, I have been having strange feelings that I can't really explain recently.”
>She then nods to the others.
>”They too have been feeling it as well.”
>You look over to the group.
>Hitch and Izzy nod.
>No reaction from Sunny or Pipp but both donned slightly worried looks.
“And you guys said nothing because...?”
>”Alana, you seem to have worse symptoms and you kept them from us.”
>Sunny retorts.
>You lower your head and raise your arms in defeat at her answer.
>Good point.
>”Besides, we didn't think these strange feelings were anything out of the ordinary so we just kept quiet regardless, but, they won't seem to go away so now that you've told us of your issues then there has to be a connection.”
>You rub your chin.
>What the fuck could be going on with you and the others?
“And you guys are SURE none of you have any voices in your head?”
>You ask again.

>>43152192

>And they all shake their heads 'no'.
>”Let us help you, Alana.”
>Zipp pipes up again and look back in her direction.
>Hitch then steps up to you.
>”You don't have to do this alone.”
>You take a step back.
“And how do you suppose you do that?”
>You try to push back.
>”Well, for starters if you don't want to talk about these feelings to the adults then at least let us handle that.”
>Izzy now chimes in.
>”And we won't mention anything about the voices.”
>Sunny quickly adds.
>”There seems to be more going on than we know and just sitting idly by could make things worse.”
>You rest your chin on your hand.
>”Especially in your case.”
>She adds in a more grim tone.
>You look back at Sunny.
>And into her eyes.
>There is a sincerity in her eyes you've seen so many times.
>She always the goodie goodie.
>Always willing to help.
>And in most cases her heart was always in the right place.
>In truth.
>What other choice do you have?
“So your big plan is just to ask Principal Shimmer or whatever?”
>You ask.
>Sunny then slowly starts to come up to you.
>”It's a start; isn't it?”
>You deeply inhale.
>Hold your breath.
>And exhale.
>Sunny pats you on the shoulder.
>And you just nod.
>Sunny smiles.
“So what, you just go in and ask them or something?” You inquire further. “Gonna be hard to get Principal Shimmer alone to ask her such questions with finals and seniors graduation and everything.”
>Pipp then pops up from behind Sunny.
>”We could always all go to the 'Spring Formal' as a group!”
>She too happily suggests.
>”She has to be there as chaperonge and there will be plenty of opportunities to corner her in a private situation to start questioning her.”
>Again you think about it
>You're not into dances.
>And they did say they would just 'ask' for you.
>Although now you feel like you NEED to attend this dance with the others because your pride won't allow them to do things for you.
>You feel your fists clench.
>You rub your eyes vigorously for no reason.
>And just look at Pipp
>You hate how easy you were manipulated.
“I don't have any sort of outfit.”
>You say in monotone.
>That's when Pipp donned a sly smile.
>”You leave that to me!”
>She answers all giddy and then turns back towards the group.
>”This is going to be sooo exciting!”
>Pipp clapped her hands in excitement at the thought of a possible makeover.
>Now you are second guessing whether you should go.

>>43152197

>It's almost time for the Spring Formal.
>You were spending the day before with the group at a beauty salon Pipp likes to frequent named 'Mane Melody' to prepare.
>And you were in pain.
“Gah! Not so hard!”
>You exclaim to Pipp as she rigorously runs a comb through your hair.
>”Well, if you just took even basic care of your hair it wouldn't be as tangled as it is.”
>Pipp answers back.
“I do comb my hair!”
>You yell back.
>”Well, you don't do a good enough job of it! Now hold still! I'm need to get all of these damn tangles out.”
>Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
>She continues to force her brush through small clumps in your hair and then sighs.
>”I am not looking forward to doing Izzy's hair.”
>She laments as she looks over to the even more unkempt girl who was waiting her turn alopng with Zipp.
>Blissfully unaware of the hell that awaits her as she waves to you and Pipp.
>Sunny was sitting over in a salon chair wearing this green paste over her face.
>All the while her hair was done up in rollers.
“Hitch doesn't have to go through this bullshit.”
>You mumble as it seems like Pipp is done with your hair.
>”Well, Hitch is a guy so there is a limit to what I can do with him so he's on his own for tonight, but I'll make damn sure you gals will look good!”
>She quips as she now tilts the chair you were in slightly backwards
>She then grabs the container of green cream that she slathered all over Sunny and takes a heaping dollop into her hand
>Pipp starts to smear the cream all over your face
“Is this all really necessary?”
>You ask
>”Of course, you gotta doll yourself up for special occasions!”
>She so simply exclaims
>After a few hours of uncomfortable smearing and combing and hot irons, Pipp now takes you over to pick out outfits for everyone
>She's in the changing room with you with several assortment of clothes for you to look over
>Pipp walks around you as if she were scanning your body
“No dresses by the way”
>You say out loud
>To which Pipp rolls her eyes
>”I figured as much”
>She mumbles before she then hands you several pieces of clothes
>”I think this will suit you then”
>She then leaves you to put on the clothes
>After several attempts to try and figure out how to even put the clothes on, you think you got it
>You walk out to reveal your outfit
>A large medium red off shoulder sweater to show off your bare shoulders
>The sweater only hung down just above your waist
“Little too big; no?”
>You ask as you rotate your upper body
>The fabric hung baggy on your slender form
>Pipp waves you off
>”Nonsense! The style is meant complement your shoulders!”
>You then look down to your lower half
>Skin tight black leggings
>You feel them to be a little too tight
“What about the leggings? It feels like it's going to rip”
>Pipp gives them a closer look
>”The fabric is pretty strong so you won't need to worry about that.” She nods. “Besides, I feel we gotta show off that fat butt of yours!”
>Pipp finishes as she lightly slaps you on the ass

>>43152208

>You feel your face heat up.
“Hey! My ass is NOT fat!”
>You yell out.
“It's all muscle!
>Stepping up to Pipp.
“It's toned from all my leg workouts! There's not an ounce of fat on it like yours where I'll slap it and it'll jiggle for like a week!”
>You say as you do just that and slap her ass.
>And it does wobble and Pipp just yelps.
>”Hey!”
>Pipp, now a little red, motions for the mirror for you to look at yourself.
>You step up to the full mirror.
>And you do not recognize who is looking back at you.
>Your hair was done in a simple 50s wave style.
>The excessive makeup has brightened up your face as if you were glowing.
>You were at a loss for words.
>”Well?”
>Pipp excitedly asks.
>You close your eyes and walk away.
>But not before a hint of red crept across your face.
“Good enough.”
>You say in embarrassment.
>Pipp looks to have a satisfied look on her face.
>After some more hours, everyone was all dolled up and ready to go.
>Sunny has on an spaghetti strap purple top with a frilly pale pink tutu around her waist.
>Ash purple leggings rolled down her legs.
>Sunny's hair was done up into fancy updo with small curls hanging in front of her face including the weird rainbow strain.
>Izzy had on a long sparkly purpleish pink dress with a cobalt blue see through top to cover her arms.
>Her long hair still flowed down to her knees however it was much more shiny and neat.
>Perhaps Pipp didn't want to fully deal with her hair.
>Pipp herself was wearing a shiny pale peach tube dress along with a white fluffy fur-like sash around her top.
>Her hair not really that much different than it usually is but she usually keeps her hair nice all things considered.
>Finally Zipp.
>She adorned tight leather pants along with a baggy crop top grayish white shirt which showcased her abs.
>You look down at your own stomach.
>The hell? You wanna show off your abs too.
>The shirt was also sleeveless and you could see straps of what could be a bra flung over her shoulders.
>Her hair also wasn't much different than it usually is.
>Probably because it's so short and usually done up in a fauxhawk anyways.
>You were all ready to head out when a car stopped in front of the salon.
>Out popped Hitch.
>Who was wearing a simple black suit with a green bow tie that matches the color of his now slicked back hair.
>”Not bad.”
>Pipp comments.
>Hitch adjusts his bow tie.
>”Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.”
>He says smugly.
>You just roll your eyes.
“Yeah yeah, take it all in bub.”
>You say as you roll your hand.
>He then looks at you.
>”You actually cleaned up remarkably well.”
>He complements you and you just roll your eyes.
>You then feel Sunny lean onto you.
>”Doesn't she?”
>She agrees with Hitch.
>”She's sooo pretty!”
>Sunny continues as she wraps her arms around you and squeezes you.
>Causing your face to heat up once again.
“Whatever, let's just go!”
>You are flustered now.

>>43152212

>And you already want this evening to end.
>”So, how are we getting to the dance?”
>Izzy asks.
>Pipp and Zipp step up.
>”Leave that to us!”
>Pipp proudly announces as she motions for Zipp to join her.
>After a few awkward minutes of just waiting in silence, from the distance you see a stretch SUV limo approach you all and stop in front of you all.
>Sunny and Izzy both seemed to be amazed.
>”Complementary of Zephyr Heights Media!”
>Zipp proudly pronounces as she opens the door for you all to climb in.
>Once all inside and the limo starts to move, some of the girls start to celebrate.
>There's loud music and the lights inside start to flicker as if you were in a club.
>You just sit quietly sit back and let everyone else have a good time.
>Zipp then bumps herself into as if you get you to join in.
>You chuckle to yourself and smile.
>The others start to cheer for you to do something.
>Again you start to feel embarrassed.
Finally, if just to shut them up, you just start to bob in place.
>And that was enough for everyone to cheer.
>They're all a bunch of dorks.
>But...
>It does feel nice to be around them.
>Maybe tonight won't be so bad.
>After a while, the limo stops and you all file out.
>And stand in front of your final destination.
>The Canterlot Convention Center.
>With a banner hanging over the main entrance that read 'Welcome Students of Canterlot High!”
>You all look to each other.
>Ready for an important night of answers.

And that's the update, updated paste here:
https://ponepaste.org/10863

Huh, not as long as I thought, but whatever. I don't know if I want to say I'm embarrassed or ashamed that I let this lingering for so long and I don't have a life shattering incident reason like my previous abandoned story.

Anyways, we are now in the final part of the story where things will go to shit fast.

As always, questions, comments, concerns,complaints, critiques, any and all (You)'s welcome

>>43152185
Yeah I think a recap would be a good decision.
>>43152223
Shorter but pretty good update. Looking forward to where it goes after this point.

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>>43152185
>BetAnon in chat
more green, here we go!
>>43151654
>My proofreading skills leave something to be desired.
Yeah, don't sweat it. I've already read some of your stuff before; lack of proofreading isn't a problem you have imo.
Plus it's hard enough catching typos and mistakes already, even without having to deal with these
>
little fuckers all the time.

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Honorary cow.

>>43152532
With milk many times more enjoyable to drink than that from a regular cow.

>>43152416
I appreciate you saying that. Though if you do have thoughts on what I could work on, I'd love to hear them.

>>43152212
>Pipp's fat ass
unf
>>43152223
good update Anon. I can totally believe that Izzy is slightly schizo

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>this amount of greens
I'm a happy man

>>43146862
>>43152532
Applerack quenches many thirsts

Very nice to see this thread active again!

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>>43143767
>>43144065

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>>43153001
Wife

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>>43153047
Hoping to have the update out around 22 hours from now btw, this time I'm sure.

>>43151035
Cute warrior Shim

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>>43153092
Cool

>>43151035
Impressive!!
You really did a good job with this one

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>>43151941
Twipie

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>>43153306
Flutterdash

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>>43153309
Rarijack

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>>43153310
And Spike provides the hot, thick, white glue that holds them all together...

>>43153306
>>43153309
>>43153310
>>43153311
Very based pairings

>>43151664
>>43151941
These two different kinds of power dynamics of harems feel great for their respective character groups too
>one having power over many
>many having power over one

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>>43153342
>>many having power over one
Do they have enough though?

>>43153477
With enough seduction, easily

>>43153693
Mutual groping is blessed and shows appreciation between women and girls for each other's soft features

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>>43153700
Seduction is a double-edged sword and this gecko is rampage-y...

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Heard updates are the hot new thing

>>43153791
Fair point. But which edge of the sword dulls for the next 45 minutes after he drains his balls?

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You know, maybe it's due to Ciriliko/Zronku drawing her like a harpie (yes, -ie, as in the harpie archeype from yugioh, not -y, as in the mythological creature, harpy), but I can't help but imagine Gabby as the innocent dominatrix of the CMC trio, doing all sorts of hardcore shit at them with the brightest and most energetic smile on her face.

>>43154154
I can see this being true for her character.

>>43139852
>marecon
Are there euro or any other non-American anons in this thread? Just curious.

>>43154658
Yes.

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Ponk Gangster

>>43154078
Nice m8. been liking the other stories here but im enjoying this one too.

>>43155016
Very cute

>>43151290
This one felt like a behemoth when I was writing it, but if you can believe it, Part One is still longer by like 700 words.

* [FunInTheSummerSun] I know things are awkward between us right now.
* [FunInTheSummerSun] Maybe you don't want to hear from me at all, but...
* [FunInTheSummerSun] I'm worried. Your friends are too. Norman might be going a little insane.
* [FunInTheSummerSun] Please. It doesn't have to be me, but please reach out to someone.
>You set your phone down and slump against the wall of the cafeteria
>A despondent sigh rumbles in your throat as you look around the large room, again
>No flashes of his particular shade of green
>No wisps of long, dark hair (aside from Octavia, again)
>It is Wednesday, my dudes
>And Anonymous Tip is still absent from school
>You don't know what went down at that house after you left
>And it's only the fact that your friends physically stopped you from going back that stopped you from going and finding out after Monday came and went
>But they can't stop you all the time
>All you really need is a sportsball to distract Dash, and to lie to Applejack about Big Mac leaving the farm to do literally anything
>That would get rid of the biggest obstacles
>...Aside from Pinkie
>But you have no idea what you could use to distract her long enough to make a break for it
>A clown, maybe?
>Like, a really bad one
>So bad that she has to stop pursuing you and give it clowning lessons
>Yes, Sunset, you're a genius
>"Honestly, that would probably work, but I'm sure you could just as easily say the Cakes are behind on some orders at work and I'd go running. Much cheaper than ordering a clown."
>If you weren't in the middle of moping you might have leapt a foot or two into the air when Pinkie Pie's voice slithers into your ear
>As it stands you just jolt and knock your head against the wall
"Ow! Pinkie, what?"
>"Oh, I was just saying I know you're upset, Sunny, but I think you know how dangerous going back to that place is. So you're not gonna, right?"
>You stare into Pinkie's big blue eyes
>This girl...
>You know damn well that's not what she said, but you're just going to roll with it, sighing
"I know it's a bad idea. But I feel like my heart's about to burst. I'm worried, Pinkie. Why isn't he responding to anyone, at least?"
>In lieu of an answer, your friend simply pulls you in to a tight hug and a squeeze
>"We just gotta hope for the best, Sunny. I'm sorry that's not very satisfying."
>You bury your head into the crook of Pinkie's shoulder, and stay for a long while
>The rest of your day isn't especially eventful
>You're so distracted by Anon's absence that Mr. Doodle absolutely isn't getting any of his lesson into your head
>And Miss Feathers isn't much more successful than him, even if you do enjoy AP Biology

>>43155210
>You've one last class for the day: Language Arts with Miss Clippity Clop
>(You swear, the things the people of this world can get away with being named, you can only imagine how ponies back home would react to someone just straight up named 'Miss Masturbation')
>Her class is near the front of the school, a fair bit of a walk
>But it's when you're passing the main entrance that you spot him
>Resting his palm against the wall and moderately trembling
>But even with his head ducked down you still recognize that mass of black hair and the green skin on his exposed arms
"Anonymous?!"
>Anonymous Tip lifts his head, startled at someone yelping his name
>Your eyes immediately zero in to the massive bandage on his left cheek
>All thoughts of Miss Clippity Clop's ridiculous name are abandoned
>To say nothing of actually attending her class
>It's fine, Applejack has that period with you, she's usually cool about sharing her notes
>You dart towards your...
>Damn it, you're still calling him your friend, at least in your brain
>You dart towards your friend, stopping a foot away to give him a bit of distance
"We've all been really worried! Why haven't you been responding to anyone's messages?"
>Anon still seems pretty surprised by you, despite your precautions
>"Uh. Yeah, that really isn't going to be an option now. I don't really have a phone anymore."
>You eye him with a confused expression
"What do you mean? Did it get taken away from you? Why?"
>Anon's expression tightens at that, and he looks away from you
>"Something like that."
"Listen... Anon. Can we please talk?"
>He looks distinctly uncomfortable at that
>"I have to report in to Principal Celestia. I have been a bit of a stranger around here, after all."
"I can escort you? You look dead on your feet, I don't want you collapsing somewhere, especially since everyone's in class."
>You deftly avoid bringing up that YOU should be in class right now
>Anon squints at you with his singular visible eye, before letting his head dip, sighing
>"I can tell you're going to be very insistent, so lets just skip to the end and I'll say 'okay'."
>Smiling wearily, you nod in agreement and help Anonymous make his way to Principal Celestia's office
>He explains that he had a brief stomach bug, and that contributed to his absence
>You can tell Principal Celestia doesn't buy it for a second, between his lack of doctor's note
>The large bandage covering part of his face, which certainly suggests an ailment other than an illness
>And his otherwise healthy complexion
>But she simply sighs and welcomes Anonymous back to the school, and apologizes for him having to go through that 'bug'
>You can tell she's convinced she isn't going to get anything more out of him
>Like, say, the truth
>So you don't blame her really, but you're not giving up so easily
>As you leave the office you stare intently at your friend
"I don't think she bought that. I know I definitely don't. Anon..."
>Anon cuts you off at the pass, though

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>"It's not a big deal."
"Anon, you were missing for almost three full days. I'm really surprised the police weren't called-"
>At that, he lets out that bark of a laugh you remember
>Though it's distinctly more... bitter, now
>Sharp
>"The police don't bother coming where I live. Would be a waste of their time."
>You wince
>You've never had a reason to call for them, but... you wouldn't be surprised if you were left hanging, honestly
>Anon stops in the middle of the hallway
>You immediately stop as well
>He stares at you
>You stare right back
>"So, who are you ditching right now?"
"Miss Clippity Clop, Language Arts."
>"And there's nothing I can say to get you to go back to class, is there?"
"I really doubt it."
>Anon stared at you with dead eyes
>Seemingly going over his options
>Eventually he sighed and started making his way towards the inner court yard once again
>"Alright, fine. Lets do this."
>Returning to the courtyard with Anon so soon was a little surreal
>You sat with him not 30 yards away from the tree you initially confessed under
>You wonder if he'd deliberately placed you near it on purpose, or if he even remembered at all
>For a moment you both enjoyed the silence of the empty area
>But it was clear he was going to let you take the lead on this
"Anon... I am so sorry. I wish I could think of an adjective strong enough to really convey that, but... all of them feel weak. I can't imagine how you've felt all year, having me hang around you, acting like nothing happened. I need you to know that as horrible as it sounds, I did forget about that day. I was never intending to lead you into something like that, or worse. I want to be your friend. I... wanted to try and see if we could be more than that, but I get that that's asking way too much. If you would still have me as a friend, though... I wouldn't push. I promise."
>Anon simply stares at you placidly the entire time you ramble, resting his palms flat on the concrete wall you were both leaning against
>No interruptions, no emoting
>If it weren't for the circumstances it would feel like just a regular conversation between you two
>You rambling on about whatever was on your mind while he simply digested it and offered some succinct insight
>When you finally run out of words to say though, he just keeps staring
>You can feel sweat building on your temple as your friend's brow flattens
>You don't know how long this lasts
>Five minutes? An hour?
>Every second is agonizing
>Scream at you, walk away, reject you
>Please do SOMETHING
>You're on the verge of vocalizing just that when he finally exhales
>"...At the start I was terrified, yeah. You really hurt me, and even if you did make that big face turn by dealing with those evil magic girls, I couldn't trust you like everyone else does. I was so sure when you were taking me up to that balcony you were going to throw me off it or something."
>Anon takes in a deep breath while you wince