Title:           Week37-Week41 - GreentextSavant
Author:          AlexanderGrey
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/iNic9YHt
First Edit:      Monday 2nd of January 2017 12:09:59 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 2nd of January 2017 12:09:59 PM CDT

>Implying I'm going to stop keeping track of my writing just because I was busy.
 
 
 
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sat 24 Dec 2016 18:21:24 No.29122115 ViewReport
>>29122103
>Luna responds with a giggle, and pulls you by the other arm over to an open door at the end of the hall.
>You didn’t expect these two to start things up so early. It only makes you wonder what things they are planning to do to you later on that is making them so impatient.
>The two force you through the doorway and sit you down on the bed. Holding you still in order to deliver your “punishment”.
 
Hope this one isn’t too bad so far. I’ll try and finish this by tomorrow for real this time since the thread is ending. The rushed pacing should help with that.
>>29121485
You have done an exceptional job in delivering your story here, BurnoutAnon. It's a haunting feeling watching another writefag pull their weight through to the end to keep the show going, as I know exactly what that feels like (from other threads). It isn't often we see writefags with the persistence to power through a story over this long of a long time of continuing it, let alone keeping it interesting. But you've definitely got it. I'm excited to see how this ends when the point in time comes. Do continue. I'll be out of your way, now.
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sat 24 Dec 2016 18:19:21 No.29122103 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29122115
>>29122096
>”I’ve waited a while for this.” Luna yanks your pants down to your knees and climbs over you from behind.
>Celestia backs you up against the wall as Luna works her way towards your front.
>”Let’s see how long you last, Mr. touchy feely.” Luna licks the small pool of pre-cum off of your tip and closes her eyes in bliss as she tastes you.
>Pretend to try squirming away when Celestia lifts your shirt up to your face. Luna’s hands join hers as they starts feeling up your bare body; your dick pushed towards your direction for the moment Luna leans in close to you.
>Your shirt blocks your vision, and you can’t tell what’s going on until you feel the Vice Principal sneak a kiss onto your lips.
>”Looks like we love to get hands-on too.” Celestia starts to pant from growing excitement.
>After a little bit more of you being so delightfully sandwiched between the two sisters, they momentarily slip you out of the rest of your clothes.
>Luna begins to bear hug you closer to herself. “You won’t be needing any clothes tonight.” She yanks your shirt all the way off from your raised arms and returns her hands to your dick.
>After Luna finishes smooching your face for a little bit more, she moves her face to where her hands are as Celestia clamps her arms onto your body from behind.
>Your body jolts for a split second; she gives your shaft a quick little peck before helping Celestia stand you up on your feet.
>Your pants are kicked off.
>”There. Now that you’ve made yourself… comfortable, let us show you where your room will be for the weekend.” Celestia pulls you by the wrist and herds you up the stairs to the second floor. “I have a feeling you’re going to like the bed.”
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sat 24 Dec 2016 18:18:20 No.29122096 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29122103
>>29122090
>She invades the front of your pants with a swift hand and undoes the front, reaching into the open fly and grabbing the bulge her fingers find.
>It sends a brief jolt through you, almost forcing an excited giggle out of your mouth.
>Your waist is pushed forward by Luna’s knee, and Celestia reaches under your boxers to begin fondling your manhood with her fingers as your arms are held back.
>”Can’t do anything about it, huh?” Celestia lewdly massages the meat groped between her fingers. “You’re pretty big, I gotta hand it to you.” She bites her lip and starts to properly wrap her grip around your shaft as it starts to harden.
>Luna reaches into your open pants as well. Their hands are piling onto your crotch like a pack of wolves onto their fallen prey. Softly pushing your balls around while stroking your shaft into full mast.
>Their eyes light up as the feel you become more erect. They lick their lips and start pulling your pants and boxers down to discover the goods they’ve taken.
>You’ve already lost your balance, and the force of their legs perching you into place holds you still. Luna grunts quietly as she keeps her grip on your arms as her hands somehow find a way to fish deeper into you pants and play with you.
>Celestia’s sighs become slightly more high pitched after your erect member stands in the open before her. She strokes you from base to tip now.
>”How are you feeling now?” Luna teases into your ear. “C’mon. I wanna hear what you have to say.”
>All four of their hands continue to stimulate you, making your head wet itself with pre-cum as they tease your solid shaft over the next several seconds.
>You soon find yourself sinking down into a sitting position, with Celestia and Luna pushing you to the floor by your shoulders.
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sat 24 Dec 2016 18:17:18 No.29122090 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29122096
>>29122082
>You had hardly processed anything she said to you after your eyes were drawn to that cleavage peeking out from under her jacket and striped shirt.
>The principal takes her finger and pushes your chin up. “You’re a lot sleazier than I thought. It’s a good thing you’re cute up close.”
>”I should have warned you.” Luna adds. “Better watch out before he gropes you too.”
>”It’s not a problem. Doesn’t matter how much his eyes, or hands keep wandering down there. We have all weekend with him.”
>Celestia lets out a short gasp as your hand lightly squeezes one of her boobs. You’re starting to get impatient… in a strangely good way.
>”Well, I never!” Celestia doesn’t really bother to jolt back.
>You can tell that they’re just about as excited as you are, not really all that surprised that Celestia had known about Luna helping you.
>The door can be heard clicking after Luna fastens an extra lock.
>”It’s very impolite to be impulsive the way you are.” Celestia tells you as Luna creeps up behind you with a sinister grin.
>They could not have possibly approached you soon enough. Those keys used to lock the doors are tossed to the other side of the room and land in a cushioned chair.
>”My sister and I think you need to learn to have a little bit of empathy for others around you.” Celestia continues as she starts to push you back into her sister.
>A pair of arms clamp onto yours from behind and restrain you.
>With a predatory glare, Celestia lunges her hands at your torso and begins to eagerly feel. You’re forcefully directed over to a nearby corner in the room.
>Luna holds you by the arms from behind, too tightly for you to be able to break free. “Not very talkative now, are you?”
>Celestia’s hands snake under your shirt and begin to grab everywhere on your torso. She begins to heighten her breathing. “How would you like it if someone touched you like that?”
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sat 24 Dec 2016 18:16:16 No.29122082 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29122090
>>29122077
>A smile sneaks its way to her face as she watches you shrug. It’s immediately repressed by a straight face.
>”Well hopefully, my sister and I can discipline you tonight. Because it’s obvious how badly you need this.”
>She steps out on the driver’s side, walking around to the passenger’s side and yanking you out by the arm the very second she opens the door. Her hold on you is too stern to break away from.
>”Inside, now.” She orders, to which you very willingly obey.
>You’re escorted through the front door, hearing some noises from inside the house. Luna pulls you closer to her.
>”Oh hello.” Principal Celestia emerges from around a corner, waving to the two of you. “Sister… what is he doing here?”
>Luna steps forward with you after locking the door. “Remember the student I’ve been helping get his grades back up?”
>”Mhm.”
>”This is him. And he’s been behaving pretty erratically at the school.”
>Celestia raises her eyebrows in what looks more like delight rather than surprise. “What? Him?”
>”He even grabbed me in an inappropriate way just a while ago.” Luna glares at you. “So this student is going to stay overnight today and tomorrow here with us for his punishment. He’s not allowed to leave until Monday morning.”
>It’s Friday.
“What? I thought it was only for one night.” You pretend to be against this.
>”That changed when you kept eyeballing me in the car.” Luna tells you. “So now, instead of hanging out with those losers on the beach, you’re stuck with us for the whole weekend. And you have to do everything we say.”
>Celestia steps up to you. “Luna told me about when she helped you reverse the bad grades you’ve gotten on your homework.” She leans over to your eye level. “I helped her keep this a secret from the school board. Looked the other way when I saw the numbers change. I don’t understand how you could… are… are you staring at my chest?”
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sat 24 Dec 2016 18:15:15 No.29122077 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29122082
>>29122070
>3:00 PM.
>”Not many students get a detention right before the last week of school.” Luna tells you as she leans on the desk in the empty science classroom you’re sitting at.
>She had already known you were coming here.
“I still think they had it coming.”
>”I agree with you.” Luna starts to smile, now bent towards you on the desk you’re sitting in. “But your impulsive behavior has… consequences.”
>Her bulging chest is right next to your head.
>”If you act out again, I’m going to have to extend your punishment.” The hint she drops is all you need.
>Cop a feel of her chest through her top; she waits for a few seconds before straightening up and holding back a smile.
>”That’s it. You want to act this way around me after all I’ve done for you? You’re getting a bigger punishment.”
>The next thing you know, you’re being escorted out of the school.
>Told to wait by the bleachers in the soccer field as Luna goes to her car. She circles around the school and picks you up where there aren’t any cameras to see you entering her car.
>A text to your lazy dad was all that was needed to give the impression that you’re going with Flash and his friends for senior week.
~
>4:00 PM, probably.
>The car pulls up in the driveway. The house is a decent-sized one story home from what you can tell.
>”I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you brought this upon yourself.” Luna softly scolds you as she turns the car off.
>You just sit there and keep staring at her chest, waiting for her to address you doing so. Only look up to her face when she crosses her arms and gives you a spurious looking pout.
>”So that’s it, huh? Staring at me like that is very rude, you know.”
“Can’t help it.”
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sat 24 Dec 2016 18:14:13 No.29122070 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29122077
>>29122052
>>28817662
Anyway, here’s more of the short thingy I’m writing for here. Get ready for even more porn logic.
~
>Sometime around 12 noon.
>You enter the cafeteria with your plate of food.
>Flash and his buddies are already seated, whispering to one another as you approach.
“So which beach you guys going to?”
>It’s too loud in the cafeteria to hear their annoyed sighs.
>”I told you, dude. We didn’t figure it out yet.” Flash reminds you with a swimsuit model magazine in front of him.
“Yeah, you don’t know where you’re going literally tomorrow. Okay. Okay, fine. I guess that makes perfect sense.” You find their senior week trip expendable on the grounds of better things to happen this weekend.
>Flash raises his hands. “Chill, man. It’s just a really weird decision.” He turns to Nolan. “I mean, you said you wanted to go to the one south of the one I wanted, right?”
>Nolan instantly agrees with him, nodding sharply.
>No time for this.
“If you’re going to exclude me from your trip, at least be honest about it.”
>”Why you gotta be hostile, man?”
“Don’t beat around the bush. I know you already chose the beach you wanted to go to like a week ago. And if you’re not going to let me come with you because I’m not cool enough, then you can fuck yourselves. All of you.”
>They all start to look insulted, but they know the jig is up.
>”We just trying to be nice about it, man.” Norman finally concedes. “Stop being so salty.”
>Reach in front of him and tip his lemonade over. It spills all over the table, even staining the magazine Flash had out in front of him.
>Walk away with your middle finger in the air facing them.
~
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S e e n t e n t G r a v a x t !!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 23 Dec 2016 12:39:04 No.29114534 ViewReport
>>29114518
>You got into position between her legs, snaked your pecker under her clothing, and Zecora rammed herself down onto you with your erect member thrusting inside.
>It was quite a hasty road to this, but neither of you wanted to do anything else. It was a cold day and the two of you were inside that warm house.
>Having already promised to finish what you started the last time you met.
>Zecora brought you pleasure all the way up to your climax.
>Her warm, fleshy body undulating on top of you as you were firmly held down to the couch's surface. She was trying to bring the orgasm out of you as effectively as she could with the way she was humping you.
>You had a thirsty cougar unleashing herself on top of you. Milking your cock dry so long it had her moist nethers wrapped around it.
>And your thrilled twisting around under her embrace enamored the woman enough to keep grinding despite starting to run out of breath.
>You could hear her straining; she was reaching a state of unfiltered bliss. Pulling you into there with her.
>It wasn't long before you felt yourself begin to cum. She could tell when it was happening, tightening her arms around you.
>...
>That moment is what you're being brought back to right now.
>As once again, you help eachother into cloud nine.
The official end because I'm already tired of writing this. I'm going to go back to the Trixie story as soon as I'm done being lethargic.
 
>>29113039
Awesome to see you posting a bit more.
S e e n t e n t G r a v a x t !!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 23 Dec 2016 12:34:56 No.29114518 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29114534
Back to my computer for now. Extremely tired and not feeling well but I'm going to write and post anyway.
>>29109421
>>29109462
>>29109681
>>29102716
>>29104448
>>29106521
>A couple of lonely, early-winter days went by, but you eventually saw Zecora again.
>She told you to meet at her house, and you got more and more excited as you drove over.
>But you soon learned just how ready to get intimate Zecora was; and you were far from complaining.
>When she answered the door, she was dressed in an even thinner dark gray dress that hugged her body even more tightly.
>It barely reached down past her hip level or even covered her chest.
>You instantly started to feel yourself become erect in your pants just upon seeing your newfound girlfriend. She had better hoped no one passing by saw her answer the door so... indecently.
>The two of you sat at the kitchen table with hot chocolate a few minutes after you met again and exchanged familiar kisses.
>Zecora told you about how she finally worked her last day at the mall, and how she walked out just as they were herding anyone still in there out so the bulldozers can go on in and tear the collection of buildings down.
>She explained that she moved all of her belongings from there out in boxes, and they now sit in her attic until she finds a use for them again.
>But all the while, the two of you were scooting closer and closer to eachother on the chairs, soon deciding to move over to the couch.
>Zecora laid herself out next to you, and gradually let herself slip out of her dress as she cuddled with you.
>The woman bearhugged you, soon mounting herself on top of you with your hands feeling around on the front of her body.
>You were on your back, and she kissed you from above as her hold became much more loving and sincere.
>Soon enough, you felt her undo your pants and reach in, smirking lustfully as her eyes gazed into yours from inches away.
Greeny's Mobile Device !!YL6hEWhx+gn Thu 22 Dec 2016 15:32:10 No.29109421 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29114518
>>29109415
>After a couple of minutes of drying your head off and trimming the ends of your head, Zecora began to lean really close to you.
>To the point where you felt her body brush up against you, and soon just full on press against you as Zecora worked on your hair.
>She hummed as her finger motions massaging your scalp slowed to a sensational pace.
>Before you knew it, she was in your lap as she continued to work on your hair.
>But you had your arm around her at that point. And she grew welcoming of you feeling around.
>The music in the background played on. Zecora told you after the final closing notice over the intercom that she had keys of her own to get out of the place.
>And the rest of the mall was dark; the salon still lit as though the whole place was open.
>You and Zecora sat together in the cushioned chair in each other's arms. Listening to the rain hit the roof and the mall music fail to cease.
>Beginning to kiss as your hands went under clothes.
>Grinning as you felt more and more of one another. Each lathering the other's body with the lotion that was sitting on the nearby table.
>You found a paradise in this tall, thick and curved woman. Giggling in the chair with her.
>Giggling turned to sighing. Sighing turned to moaning.
>Moaning turned to climaxing.
>You and Zecora were REALLY close by the time you left the mall together.
 
I'd say the end, but you'd just say it's another lie. I know there's hardly any continuity in this but whatever, I don't care. Should I expand on this premise?
Greeny's Mobile Device !!YL6hEWhx+gn Thu 22 Dec 2016 15:31:08 No.29109415 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29109421
>>29102716
Just for that post, I'm going to continue this for one more post. (or maybe two since this site has low character limits)
>>29102574
>All of this creamy meemy sexy times is reminding you of how you met Zecora.
>It was a dark and stormy night.
>The mall was getting close to closing time, not that it mattered. Barely anyone shopped there anymore.
>And the place itself was getting ready to permanently close down in a week.
>You were in there at the last minute, shopping for a girlfriend who wanted you to do everything for her. Everything was on sale.
>She was always so demanding, expecting you to buy her jewelry while she ordered a small salad at a restaurant even though she was already scrawny as hell.
>Minutes ago, you had dumped her by phone, and decided to wander until the place closed.
>You went to the salon area of the mall, listening to the echoing music resonating through the emptied corridors.
>There was only one person working there; a tall, dark skinned woman who greeted you in an eager voice.
>It was a strangely dreamlike moment. You and her were alone, the aesthetic music was playing in the distance, there were dark pockets in the mall from only half of the lights still being on.
>But the salon was fully lit.
>The lady introduced herself as Zecora, and in rhymes. Which only made you more of a sucker for her character she seemed to put on for you.
>The woman donned a thin, tight dark gray dress that revealed enough of her cleavage, legs and curves for you to stare more than once.
>Being in your "whatever" mood after dumping whatever-her-name-was, you were pretty much putty in her hands on multiple levels.
>Zecora offered to style your hair free of charge, since there weren't any other customers around anymore anyway.
>It wasn't long before you could tell that she knew you found her attractive.
>She started by washing your hair, and asked you if you were with anyone. To which you answered that you were just single.
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S e e n t e n t G r a v a x t !!YL6hEWhx+gn Wed 21 Dec 2016 11:33:49 No.29102574 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29109415
I'm too tired to not sleep past midnight after I inevitably pass out this upcoming afternoon. I don't even know what I'm about to type, I'm just making it up as I go along. Pic related, though.
 
>"Stop stalling and enter my bedroom, I need your seed flooding my womb."
>Zecora leads you through a door made of beads, and backs you up against a bed.
>You were never told what it was that qualified you to be paired up with this woman for breeding. But here she is.
>"Come on, now... take a seat. I cannot wait to feel your meat." Zecora towers over you, hands firmly on your shoulders.
>And she pushes you downward, which you're not strong enough to stay on your feet against.
>Your ass hits the foot of the bed, and the amazonian-statured woman leans in to kiss you.
>Find yourself on your back and under her in seconds. Her hands nimbly pick apart the front of your pants.
>Feel your dick fling out and hit her abdomen with a soft whack.
>"I see you have considerable size, this should be good exercise."
>With one gradual motion, the woman slides herself further over you until her chest lightly smothers your face.
>You let out a deep breath, finding with your lips her nipples that have already started to slip out of her dress.
>Zecora's voice vibrates her chest against you as she speaks. "Go ahead, my love... enjoy all you desire. Let my body fuel your fire."
>Your pants are slipped to your ankles, and the woman perches herself into a position where your head finds its way between her thighs.
>She grinds atop your waist a little before letting you slip inside, making her dress fall off of her body.
>"Let us make the beast with two backs. All the way until you climax." She takes her arms and pulls you up against her in a bear hug.
>Humps you from on top; the feeling of your dick enveloped within her grinding body is irresistible.
>You start cumming.
"It's the Nutshack! It's the Nutshack!"
>Zecora starts rapping the lyrics. "Phil's from the Frisco, Jack's from the P.I..."
The end.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 20 Dec 2016 05:47:32 No.29095884 ViewReport
>>29095881
>It's finally closed and locked behind you, and you continue down the next hallway.
>You and Luna are really S A F E now.
>But you keep going anyway. Soon finding more increasingly thick doors, more stairwells, hallways, and it goes on and on.
>You and Luna travel together forever in search of S A F E A N D S O U N D
The end.
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 20 Dec 2016 05:45:59 No.29095881 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29095884
>>29095880
Meme meme.
>>29095879
>Luna needs a damn ladder to climb up to a lot of the locks of this door, it's about two stories tall and twenty feet wide.
>You sit on a nearby stalagmite as Luna takes several minutes to undo the dozens and dozens of locks.
>They're all so loud and clanky; the most heavy-duty locks you could possibly imagine.
>After entering all of the combinations and turning the many keys in the keyholes, Luna proceeds to start solving puzzles magically engraved into the door to confirm to it that the locks have been unlocked manually and not broken.
>Luna then turns the giant steering wheel thingy on the door and it very slowly swings open.
>Like, four feet thick of solid, SUPER reinforced steel.
>"These doors are meme proof."
>Luna takes even longer to re-lock the doors. She has to set up the puzzles again and everything, and there's yet even another long ass corridor to go down.
>After you finally get started again, it takes longer and even longer still to get to the next difference in your surroundings.
>Who the fuck even planned this place? Let alone BUILT it?
>And what the hell were they smoking?
>This has to be the longest hallway in the history of hallways. It feel like it's 8 miles long or something. Maybe longer.
>It finally ends... and leads to a giant cathedral ceilinged room with a massive pit of lava.
>You and Luna have to swing on vines to get to the other side.
>After that, there's another staircase. VERY very steep, and it looks like it goes down a LONG way.
>It takes you an unreasonable amount of time to make it to the bottom. You wonder if it's daytime by now.
>Make it to another door, and it take Luna a half an hour to undo the locks and solve the puzzles and riddles that come with the door that turns out to be ten feet thick.
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 20 Dec 2016 05:44:57 No.29095879 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29095881
>>29095877
>After another minute, the larger door is closed, and Luna has to use a lighter in order to see in the new pitch black room.
>It's another hallway, this one even more narrow than the last.
>The two of you go down it, Luna miraculously holding a torch in her hand in order to see.
>You reach an opening, leading to an old, rusty spiral staircase.
>It looks like it goes down literally forever.
>Luna smiles as she takes the first few steps. You follow her, at least trying to see her ass in the now extremely dimly lit place.
>Like, fifteen minutes later, you finally make it to the bottom of the staircase.
>It's a tiny room, and in the center of it is what appears to be a well.
>Luna hops onto the bucket of the well and you get on too, soon lowering yourselves down even further by rope and putting the lotion on your skin or else you'll get the hose again.
>The well goes down at least 200 feet. It's surprising that there are even individual bricks and stones down here.
>After reaching the bottom of the well, you notice a third door in the wall.
>It takes Luna two whole minutes to unlock it, and it's about two feet thick of super reinforced steel.
>There are like 30 locks that the princess must unhinge.
>"Right this way." Luna starts down an even smaller and more narrow stone corridor.
>You, being her loyal royal guard, follow follow.
>So, you walk. And walk, and walk and walk still.
>In a straight line, and you're more than certain that you're not anywhere near Canterlot or Ponyville anymore at this point.
>It's been almost 45 minutes now.
>Finally, you reach a doorway.
>And it leads to yet another, much steeper stairway.
>This one takes another ten minutes to reach the bottom, and there's another long hallway at the end of that.
>The ceiling of this hallway is arch shaped, and it's probably almost a half a mile in length. It takes you and Luna so fucking long to get to the next steel door.
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 20 Dec 2016 05:43:55 No.29095877 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29095879
>>29089937
Thanks, but it was just a test, though. So I'm not going to write the full on sex scene and just meme my way to the ending like I often do.
 
>>29089897
>Luna makes your armor disappear because of magic.
>You're naked now, and she beams over at you with her smile as she pulls you into a kiss.
>"Shall we go to somewhere more private?" She asks. "We're a little out in the open here, and I'm afraid someone will see us."
"Sure. Let's go."
>You follow Luna down into the dungeon.
>At least 27 flights of stairs because fuck legs and feet.
>Luna guides you to a door in the back corner of the dungeon, smiling at you with her tits still out, of course.
>The door is made of like two inch thick steel. And it takes Luna about ten seconds to unlock it.
>"Not even sound passes through doors like these."
>U-unf~
>Step through the door, and Luna follows you in and locks the thing behind you. It takes her 20 seconds to lock it, really making sure it's nice and secure.
>"Follow me." Luna strides down the long and dark hallway that is the only thing the steel door led to.
>You do as your princess commands, watching her ass from behind as she politely guides you.
>The only thing lighting up this hallway is small torches several feet apart from one another lining the walls, but this hallway is so long, there might as well be hundreds of fucking torches.
>Finally, the end of the hallway... leading to a very steep staircase leading down.
>And it looks like it extends downwards at least four stories, and that's only for the part that's lit.
>"Come on." Luna has to nudge you to start going down.
>As if your feet haven't already had enough.
>Three whole minutes later, and the two of you reach another steel door.
>You can see that this one is at least a foot thick after Luna opens it in another minute.
>"These doors are nuclear bomb proof." Luna tells you.
>...unf?
>These walls are already made of god-knows-how-thick stone.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 19 Dec 2016 03:47:17 No.29089897 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29095877
>>29088825
I just don't like sex scenes. Let me try writing a different one for practice.
 
Pic related.
>"Now look at these scissors that I just found."
>Princess Luna holds up a giant pair of scissors as she looks out at the town from the balcony.
>She leans herself against the stone bannister that keeps her from falling, wearing nothing but her underwear to feel the night breeze chill her skin.
>It's about 10:30 at night, and neither of you are tired just yet.
>"Guard, would you be a dear and try to tie my bra back together?"
"What do you mea-"
>The sound of the scissors snipping cuts you off. And you see the back strap of the bra fly to the sides after being split apart by the blades.
>"Could you tie it back together?" Luna's face fails to hold back a lustful grin.
>As you're obligated to do whenever the Princess asks you to do something, you're already striding over, soon clamping the snipped ends of the bra between your fingers and trying to tie them back together.
>"Halt." The princess holds her hand up. "Maybe I should face you. So you have a better grip."
>She turns around, and you immediately notice that she loosened the front knot of her bra.
>The scissors now lie on the ground as you grab the snipped end while reaching around Luna's curvesome body.
>Pull them towards eachother again, and you know exactly what's about to happen.
>You can tell by the blushed smile that's unable to leave Luna's face.
>The front knot of her bra is pulled apart, freeing her breasts from the cups and sending them bouncing into the open.
>They almost brush against you.
>"Oops." Princess Luna makes no attempt to pull the cups back forward from the sides of her body.
>You're standing there with a deep red complexion growing on your face and a solid pillar of meat growing in a certain part of your armor.
>"Will you be able to restrain yourself, guard?" Luna wraps her arms around you and pulls you into a very... cushioned hug.
 
How's this so far?
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 18 Dec 2016 22:57:56 No.29088625 ViewReport
>>29088618
>"Hey! Not-Anon!" Sweetie Belle's voice pierces your ears. "How much do I look like Rarity?"
>Rarity's face turns red as you turn around to find that Sweetie Belle has on another white dress, but has stuffed the top with two balloons to imitate Rarity's glorious chest.
>"Sweetie! This is not the time nor place for that!"
>"Why? It's just banter!" Sweetie Belle makes a real life cat face.
>Rarity playfully chases her back upstairs so she can watch you eat breakfast in peace.
 
Someone else can write the sex scene I skipped over because the first scene in this was already bad enough for me.
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 18 Dec 2016 22:56:45 No.29088618 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29088625
>>29088607
>And Rarity is enjoying every last bit of the moment.
>...
>Be Not-Anon.
>You're on a date with hugh-mungus-titted Rarity.
>Every time you try to come on as a nice guy with control and look in her eyes, it's as thought your eyes are being brought down by an unstoppable to gawk at that massive rack she has there.
>And you've noticed a big grin that's appeared on Miss Rarity's face every time she catches you doing this.
>You're starting to think she wants this to happen. You had a hope in your heart that this would turn out to be the case ever since she approached you before you left her house, lifting violet curtains out of the way in the doorway to step through.
>Telling you about how ready she was for the date.
>There was something in the way she said "ready" that made your dick wiggle a little.
>"I'm having such a lovely time~" Rarity lewdly circles the rim of her glass on the table with her finger.
"I... uh... heh..."
>"I certainly hope you're ready for dessert tonight, darling~"
>How come the table didn't jump up from the force of your boner hitting it?
>...
~
>...
>"That was such a marvelous night, Not-Anon." Rarity opens the curtains to her bedroom window as the sun rises.
>You're surprised she had enough energy to slip back into that white dress.
"It was everything I imagined it would be... and then some!"
>"I think you should stay for breakfast." Rarity tells you with a wink.
>Your stomach grumbles.
>...
>At the kitchen table.
>Rarity somehow managed to make you a full course breakfast with all of the fucking breakfast foods you can think about. Like... just all of them, man.
>She stands in front of you as you eat, and you hear footsteps come scampering down the stairs from the second floor.
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 18 Dec 2016 22:55:44 No.29088607 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29088618
>>29088596
I admire your fortitude. Keep going!
>>29088594
>"Mhm, okay, okay." Rarity prays that there isn't a blush on her face. "So the size comparison at about forty-five seconds in is where I would want to be with my outfit I'm going to make." She steps out of the room. "Let me go get you a robe or something while see which types of fabrics would work best for this."
>SciTwi silently laughs to herself as she watches the remains of the clothes shrink at her feet until they are barbie doll sized. "I guess right after this is where I draw the line for experiments I'm willing to partake in."
>Rarity returns with a robe and two outfits identical to the one SciTwi used to be wearing. "Here, put this on until we're ready for trial number two." She hands SciTwi the robe.
>...
>After about an hour, Rarity finally works out a rough idea of how to compost the dress best for her during date night, as well as which materials to use.
>She thanks SciTwi after the last trial is over.
~
>Date night.
>Rarity sits at a dinner table at a restaurant with her boyfriend, Not-Anon.
>She has to be careful not to let her magically gargantuan breasts knock over her drink. But she at least doesn't have to worry about her white dress ripping for reasons only she and SciTwi can remember.
>Not-Anon is powerless in trying not to look down from Rarity's face.
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 18 Dec 2016 22:54:42 No.29088594 ViewReport
>>29088587
>This pink tank top is already starting to ride up her abdomen every time she reaches her arms up. This darker pink skirt is actually very loose.
>It's really more of a deal of where SciTwi will have to put her hands first.
>"This is a weird kind of science." SciTwi comments with an awkward smile.
>Rarity giggles. "It is. Which is why I'm glad you came along to help me out with this."
>"Well if there's anything I'm most glad about right now, it's that there's no one else around here to see th- EEP!" SciTwi feels the waistband of the skirt clench her waist.
>And the bottom of it begins to ride up her thighs, soon reaching a point where it's not as comfortable to wear in front of other people.
>"Just try to relax as much as you can." Rarity tells SciTwi as she points the swoands at SciTwi to make the clothes shrink. "This should take longer than a minute or two."
>The tank top's bottom half is dragged up to Twilight's chest, getting tighter and tighter to the point where the straining in the fabrics itself can be heard.
>The undersides of her boobs slip out, only giving the top even more to fit around as it slowly gives in.
>Rarity keeps her eye on the article of clothing, chasing the lewd thoughts out of her mind and the expressions on her face.
>SciTwi's arms can't help but scurry around the front of her body, trying to pull the clothes back over herself.
>Her right hand soon failing to keep the skirt covering her crotch, and the thing rips in the back anyway.
>The girl's ass pops out, and the tank top soon follows the shreds of the skirt down to the floor.
>SciTwi only has her hand to cup her breasts under something.
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 18 Dec 2016 22:53:40 No.29088587 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29088594
>>29088082
>>29087981
>>29088159
>>29088186
>>29088215
>>29088232
>>29088263
>Rarity enters the room through a curtain of glitter.
>SciTwi stands there in the outfit her friend made for her.
>"So..." Rarity begins. "Are you ready to test this out?"
>With a nod, SciTwi adjusts her glasses and prepares to duck behind the nearby bookshelf in case anyone walks in on this.
>Rarity whips out her dual magic swoands and begins to wave them around.
>The glow a very dim blue, soon intensifying in color.
>"I would like to thank you again to agreeing to do this experiment with me. It was a great help towards my cause. It's much appreciated."
>"You're welcome." SciTwi's voice is quiet as she answers.
>"Is something wrong, dear?"
>SciTwi shakes her head. "On, it's nothing. It's just that... I'm not really used to being naked in front of other people... if this comes to that, that is."
>"Oh, it's okay. You have nothing to worry about." Rarity scoffs reassuringly. "We're both girls, here. And I promise to keep this between us, you have my word."
>"Th-thank you. I should admit I'm still really nervous about this. But I'm still willing to go through with it, though."
>"That's fine. There is absolutely nothing wrong about feeling nervous about this. If you even want to cover yourself up after it starts shrinking, there's no problem with it. I'm only going to be analyzing how the fabric behaves."
>"R-right. And you're sure about the relationship between the person growing versus the clothes shrinking, right?"
>"I am certain, darling." Rarity lightly flicks her hair to the side as both of her hands are busy with the dual swoands that not light up brightly enough to light up the entire room if it were dark. "If what you said before was right, then the way the fabric behaves would be exactly the same due to the change in scale, whether it's one thing getting smaller or the other getting bigger.
>SciTwi tries to imagine which part of her outfit would break first.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sat 17 Dec 2016 23:18:22 No.29082791 ViewReport
>>29072427
>>29062078
Sequel.
 
>10 years later.
>You have been eating a lot of the yolk from the eggs because they're good protein and RD has been ruling the heavens ever since she ascended into her godly being.
>You never thought you would be able to compare to her. Not with those... UNF! Giant fucking chicken wings.
>Fucking M.A. Larson tier wings.
>Even your own beefy arms couldn't match up.
>You tried defeating Dash one time, but she wasn't having it. She flappity flap-flapped you away with the power of her divine winds.
>You fell to the gRound and went into a coma for 40 days and 40 nights.
>After that, you started to take advantage of the rainbow eggs that RD was lying around in her lair after she trapped you there after defeating you.
>She kept you as a puppet, but you've been learning your way around here and getting stronger.
>You feel the power of egg protein flowing through your veins and getting G A I N S.
>GAINS, MOTHERFUCKER!
>After painting some art onto the cave wall with your piss and semen, you start to carve your way out of the place all secretly with your bare hands.
>Chipping through the rock makes you stronger and increases your G A I N S.
>You become barbarian-warrior-tier buff by the time you carve out your own sitting room / den. At least twice as shredded as before.
>And the egg protein is only making your ripped body grow.
>Rainbow Dash's godly genes is helping you become build like an ancient greek god.
>You soon feel the compulsion to challenge Rainbow Dash to a wrestling match.
>But wait...
>After you challenge her, she just uses her fucking wings to F L Y.
>She can fly and you can't. Too heavy with G A I N S.
>Like a pidgeon over a car, she flutters over your head and shits on your hair, moistening it enough to snip it off with a pair of scissors.
>Be Sampson from the Bible.
>Shrink down to the state of a skinnyfat manlet.
>You couldn't reach RD before she did this because your gains were too thicc.
>She chops off your head.
>End.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 16 Dec 2016 20:33:58 No.29075705 ViewReport
>>29075698
>…
>The danger finally passes, and after about a minute or two of Sunset running around in the dark streets, the skies above start to become lighter as the clouds dissipate.
>Sunset stands there in silence as she listens for anything else that would attack. But there’s something in her that already knows that the job is done.
>And suddenly, in an instant, a bright light engulfs the girl. And she instantly finds herself in the chair in the kitchen with her head rested on the table.
>Sunset is breathing heavily, regaining her composure and noticing how peaceful the atmosphere in the house is.
>The girl strides over to the fridge and grabs herself a glass of chocolate milk. Basking in how tranquil and quiet the kitchen is, especially in comparison to where she just was. It’s a bit of a surreal feeling when she analyzes the contrast.
>She knows she changed something in there.
>But for how long?
To be continued. Will take valid suggestions.
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 16 Dec 2016 20:32:36 No.29075698 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29075705
>>29075694
>She gets her trigger finger ready, pretending not to notice until whatever this thing is gets close enough to be an easy shot.
>The moaning turns into a two-toned nightmare.
>A ghastly chorus of howling soon erupts and approaches Sunset, and the huntress spins around with her shotgun pointed, only to see it knocked out of her hand.
>Before Sunset floats a dark figure with long, swaying arms. It has too much of a shadow on its face for any expression to be seen, but the moaning is even louder than before.
>It raises its arm as Sunset ducks under it, whatever it is. She finds herself tumbling through a thick cloud of blackened vapour, rising to her feet on the other side and scouting the asphalt of the street for her weapon.
>Another swipe from a claw-like hand barely misses Sunset as she takes off as quickly as she can in the direction of her gun.
>The demonic creature floats after the huntress as she dives in to grab her weapon, gaining on her with frightening speed.
>Sunset’s hand reaches the tip of the barrel first, with no time to find the trigger.
>The creature is unfazed as Sunset misses the first time, but she manages to whack the thing across the side of its head with a returning swing in the opposite direction.
>The handle of the gun is sturdy enough to make something in the demon’s head crack. And the attacker is brought to the side long enough for Sunset to return to her feet and bludgeon it a second time and then ram the barrel into the center of the front of its head like a speak.
>Only now does Sunset hear two rows of teeth clacking against the metal barrel. But this only last for an instant before the trigger is pulled and a small sphere of flames replaces the monster’s head before blowing the remnants back in a twenty-foot flume.
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 16 Dec 2016 20:31:34 No.29075694 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29075698
>>29075690
>She shines her sights down onto the water below, and spots a few moving things underneath the surface. Clearly swimming in a malicious manner; they are some of the things that Sunset must rid the afterlife of.
>And she clenches her fist onto her gun, letting her energy slightly transfer into it, causing the wood to glow a very murky crimson.
>The trigger buzzes as Sunset’s finger pulls it, and a bright light goes flying out of the barrel and penetrates the water with a sharp hiss.
>A shockwave of electricity spreads out from the exploding bullet and eliminates everything in the opaque water it touches.
>The makeshift sea lights up like it’s the holidays, and the upside-down sea of clouds above Sunset is lit up as a result of the vast flash that wipes out whatever was unfortunate enough to be swimming.
>But still fortunate enough to disappear to somewhere else in the spirit realm right before the rushing water spins into a massive whirlpool that funnels deep into the manhole leading into the tunnels under the streets.
>Sunset waits a minute or two until the ground is free enough for her to land.
>She fires another electrical bullet into the hole to take out anything that might have tried popping out of there at her.
>A series of loud crashes and booms can be heard throughout the area, pulsating underground with a force that is noticed by anything remotely nearby Sunset’s position.
>The dark streets are now made empty, and Sunset stands alone with her shotgun in hand, beaming the light of her eyes in all directions to find anything else to strike.
>It soon comes to the point where Sunset continues down along the sidewalks, finding anything but comfort in the silence around her.
>Not enough has happened, and the absence of activity only makes Sunset’s hand around the handle of the shotgun even more white-knuckled. The girl grits her teeth as she starts to hear a low moaning coming from behind her.
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 16 Dec 2016 20:30:33 No.29075690 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29075694
>>29075687
>And it pulls her out of the water, closing in as a few gruff cheers can be heard on the deck of the ship.
>Through one of the holes in the net, the barrel of Sunset’s shotgun pokes.
>Each of the pirates does their duty, some of them pulling on the rope that connects to the net entrapping Sunset.
>The light from Sunset’s eyes reveals their bony hands. Bare bone.
>With a permanently grinning face, the captain of the ship steps forward and glares at the light that shines upon him.
>The empty eye sockets lighting up right as the fiery bullet clashes with the ridge of bone between them.
>Flames fill the captain’s head, replacing the flame of hatred that was there before. And he falls to his knees as he watches more and more of his crew get taken down as Sunset fires again and again.
>Up in the net that now serves as her watch tower. Giving her not only height to view her undead targets, but also something to perch herself on.
>The net holding Sunset in mid air sways back and forth, being more of a moving target even than the scattering pirates themselves.
>Sunset speeds her mind once more so she can see in slow motion, taking down her “captors” and soon storming the ship through a hole she rips in the net.
>Swings from the net and lands on the deck with an ominous thud of her boots.
>Plants her feet into an attack stance and feels multiple bullets from the enemies ricochet off of her indestructible jacket.
>With the idea to do so quickly popping in and out of her head, Sunset fires directly at one of the nearby barrels on deck.
>The fire-bullet pierces the wood and makes the liquid inside combust and explode.
>The blast blows the remaining crewmembers back, and they cannot get up before Sunset takes them out and sends them to elsewhere in the underworld.
>With her free hand balled up into a fist, Sunset spreads her wings once more and takes off towards the sky, making the torn sails catch fire as she rises past them.
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 16 Dec 2016 20:29:30 No.29075687 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29075690
>>29075681
>But Sunset only grins as she can tell exactly where the thing’s head is.
>Once again, she sends a bullet straight through the skull of whatever it was.
>The jaws let loose, and Sunset is free to rise back to the surface for air, surprised only for a second how long she was able to hold her breath down here.
>There is a loud ringing as Sunset’s ears are back to being subjected to the noises above the water. She hadn’t noticed it until now, but the first thing she sees makes her brace herself once again.
>A towering wall of sails draws closer.
>It’s a massive ship, decorated with black sails with a very recognizable Jolly Roger on the sails… the design accompanies with devil horns on the skull.
>Something comes hurdling towards Sunset, instantly flying past her and creating a towering splash next to her out of the water that reaches towards the sky.
>A cannonball.
>And another one can be spotted in another instant.
>Sunset points the barrel at it and fires her much smaller but more effective cannonball at the larger one that quickly approaches.
>Blowing it apart wit h the fiery blast.
>She does this to the next three cannonballs she sees.
>Releasing round after round and blowing them apart one after the other, soon making the shrapnel and debris pelt the nearby ship with devastating results.
>The sails are getting numerous holes in them, and there are only more and more cannonballs falling apart before the monstrous buoyant fortress of wood.
>After there aren’t any more cannonballs being ruthlessly hurdles towards Sunset in the water, she noticed some humanlike figure gathering on the end of the ship that faces her, soon tossing something towards her.
>It’s hard to see through the darkness until Sunset furrows her brow and makes the light from her eyes reveal the ship in its full terrifying glory.
>A net falls over Sunset, and the edges dive into the water and scoop under the girl.
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 16 Dec 2016 20:28:28 No.29075681 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29075687
>>29075675
>Sunset aims without any hint of remorse in her foresight.
>Descending into the crowd of clowns trapped in the inferno, firing at anything that moves. Knowing that the only thing the darkness hold for her is foes that wish to kill her.
>Something is causing the further away fire to dissipate.
>Sunset soon recognizes a tidal wave.
>And within it, glowing yellow and green eyes lock their sights onto the angel as she fires with her barrel pointed between each pair.
>The water washes Sunset down the street, but she starts to swim with all her strength against the current. Her hair completely unaffected by the raging water.
>A claw shoots out, breaking the surface tension of the water and lunging towards Sunset, missing its first shot.
>With a sharp inhale, Sunset dives under the water and pulls her trigger as soon as she sees the tip of the gun align with the forehead of what looks like a mini Leviathan with arms.
>The bullet blows the thing’s skull apart. And there is dark crimson flooding into the water, forcing it to turn opaque.
>Visibility is greatly decreased. Sunset can’t make out exactly where these new muffled groans originate from.
>They sound monstrous and hungry, only further motivating Sunset to squint her eye while still under the water and rely on her ears to pick out where to shoot.
>Pulling the trigger again and again.
>Streams of ruffled up water follow the paths of the bullets, and pierce through the thick blood in the water.
>Something grabs Sunset from behind, and the girl takes her gun and points it directly at whatever has a hold on her.
>Paddles backwards and ends up kicking the face of something that was approaching from in front.
>Two rows of sharp teeth clamp down on Sunset’s ankles, inducing a searing pain that does no damage but might as well.
>The monster begins Sunset gradually lets go of Sunset. Now completely limp.
>The one in front tries to pull Sunset forward, unable to be seen in the extreme murkiness.
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 16 Dec 2016 20:27:26 No.29075675 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29075681
>>29075673
>Fire comes out of the shotgun as Sunset pulls the trigger, and the flames rain and reign down upon the demonic clowns from the dark skies above.
>Sunset’s wings remain, keeping her in the air.
>The fire floods through the clowns, soon reaching the witch.
>But the witch catches on fire that turns green. She snarls and points her bony finger towards Sunset.
>Cursing towards the angel.
>She throws her whip in the direction of the armed angel, and grunts with a double tones voice, making the green fire spread across the chain and shoot towards Sunset along with the rusty hook.
>Sunset speeds her thinking and slows her perception of time, aiming directly at the hook.
>The bullet hits, and quickly turns the green fire to orange. The color change spreads across the chain and hits the witch’s hand with a deafening boom.
>Needless to say, the witch is gone. At least her arm is.
>The tall monster falls down into the fire that still spreads throughout the grounds of the realm of demons and monsters.
>Sunset spreads her winds and descends from the heavens, aiming and shooting at the remaining clowns that burn before her. Some try to attack, others scream for mercy. And no mercy is given to any of them.
>After they are all wiped out, Sunset continues down the road, soon finding her way back in the direction of the house from before. She prepares for the next wave, which is apparently right around the corner with that rumbling in the distance.
>The huntress braces herself and aims. Something’s approaching fast.
>Without a second thought, Sunset begins to sprint into the danger with her shotgun pointed. She’s been spotted.
>Whatever it is attacks… and there are a LOT of them.
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 16 Dec 2016 20:26:24 No.29075673 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29075675
>>29075667
>The singing continues, and Sunset no longer feels the need to keep shooting.
>The clouds themselves close up, not needing the permission of the balloons to enclose the world below in darkness.
>A thundering applause greets Sunset as she finds herself surrounded by angels. She slips her shotgun into the side of her boot.
>The choir of angels begins to sing majestic songs to the girl. Drawing closer and congratulating her on her successful entry into this world.
>Never before has this happened to Sunset whenever she entered this spirit realm.
>”Welcome, brave warrior.” A booming voice sounds from somewhere in the ever-surrounding light.
>A feeling of divinity fills the atmosphere, and Sunset spins around to find a great pillar of yellow fire before her. She silent gasps at the sight.
>A number of evenly pulsating lights emits from the pillar every time it speaks a word, and it’s size stretches from the floor of white clouds all the way up into the infinity above.
>”You have passed the first test of the reconquest of our spirit world. We have been waiting for someone to answer the holy call. And you are the first one to survive the evil resistance to our call.”
>Sunset nods, soon noticing the clouds below her open again.
>But she feels a surge jolt her body, and the pillar speaks once more.
>”Fear not, brave one. For you have been granted invulnerability now. You may leave this realm and come back whenever you choose. And now, the final test.”
>Sunset silently questions the words before she is pushes back down by an overwhelming gust if wind.
>She spots the clowns again, now chanting and raving below her, but not even close to conceding to the power that she’s about to exert upon them.
>The clouds that are now above Sunset close once more, but the girl’s eye’s shine a light of their own.
>Illuminating everything she does so much as look at. Like flashlights.
>She pulls the shotgun out of her boot and aims at the grinning clowns.
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 16 Dec 2016 20:25:20 No.29075667 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29075673
>>29058818
I guess I'm fine with that. Would be an interesting thing to write.
>>29060241
>>29069316
Go for it. Can't wait to see what else you post.
>>29071605
Holy hell. If it really has been only one guy doing all of that, then I actually take back 80% of the things I said about you guys.
>>29075020
Whoa, this really did start out as a tutoring fic.
>>29061362
>>29059823
>>29058902
>>29058689
>The balloons start to multiply, and the clowns below her begin to laugh maniacally.
>They pull the balloons over closer towards the opening, and Sunset has to shoot even faster in order to take enough of them out for her herself to stay in the air.
>She kicks at the strings to drift the balloons out of the way, she shoots the strings, the balloons themselves, even at the clowns that hold the strings in order to stay in the air.
>Almost up to the level of the clouds, almost finding her line of sight to be parallel with the flat layer of nearly complete blackness. A hazy ceiling over the world of darkness below the huntress.
>She continues to rise. And rise, and rise still. She knows she has to hurry, but only panicking on the inside. Staying focused enough on the outside the continue hitting her targets and eliminating as many threats as she possibly can.
>The clowns below start to sound as though they are angry; they know they are losing this battle, and Sunset is about to make it into the light where the clouds will no longer be able to block her wings from flying.
>The voices above Sunset start to sing gleefully as though they were a cheerful a capella group. Sunset feels the optimism rush through her veins, and she gains even more confidence than before.
>Taking out the balloons at a faster rate.
>In the now somewhat illuminated clouds, the dark world soon disappears into a small hole. Sunset smiles widely as she hears the angelic voices grow louder and louder.
>The darkness is soon conquered by the light.
>…
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S e e n t e x t G r a v a n t !!YL6hEWhx+gn Thu 15 Dec 2016 23:49:46 No.29070968 ViewReport
>>29062130
>>29062183
>>29062425
>>29062440
>>29063836
>>29063856
I don't drink. I wasn't drunk when I typed this. Just tired, like how I am now but in a more boring way.
>>29063041
It so is.
 
>>29057853
>...
>Trixie looked over her shoulder, but found that whoever was just there had already left.
>She thought about all of the times she spent with the cards.
>While staring into the circle where her cards blacken and shrivel up in the flames. The flames soon run out of new material to burn. They die away.
>...
>Trixie took a long walk through the woods with the ashes in her hands. Looking through the darkness for somewhere to properly bury the cards.
>She walked slowly, soon finding herself nearby the sound of running water.
>A minute later, she approached it to find a river glistening in the moonlight.
>Her bare hands cupped the ashes in their palms, getting covered in soot and what-have-you.
>Without a second thought, Trixie tossed the ashes into the river and slapped her hands onto her cheeks, turning them dark with the remnants of ash.
>The girl fell to her knees and began sobbing.
>"Trixie, is everything alright?" A voice startled the girl from behind.
>After a brief heart attack, Trixie spun around to find Luna standing a few feet away from her.
>"How did you find Trixie here?"
>"I happen to walk around at night pretty often. And I saw the light from that little fire you built." Luna answered the girl. "What was it you just burned?"
>"It's not important anymore. Trixie just wants to be alone now."
>"Well it's dangerous out here. You're lucky you haven't been mauled by a bear or something yet."
>Trixie didn't respond; she only sat down and let her tears cleaning vertical lines in the ash covering her face.
>Luna approached her and sat beside her. "Would you like to talk about this?"
>With a couple of sniffles, Trixie eventually nodded her head. "Okay."
>...
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SeentextGravant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Wed 14 Dec 2016 13:30:21 No.29062078 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29082791
>>29062072
>You stand there and watch her bouncy cleavage jiggle before you with each step she takes.
>With each... drunken stumble she takes.
>She starts off in front of you with her ass raised into the air. You pray that you won't trip over your boner as you catch up to this girl.
>You have gotten fucking S H R E D D E D ever since you finished college. Not only that, but you can run a mile in under five minutes now.
>You're fit as fuck nowadays.
>The word "go" spills out of Dash's mouth, and you generously give her a two second head start before sprinting after her at a hihg speed.
>Catch up to her in like negative a million seconds and tackle her to the ground.
>Trap her under you and start feeling up her soft, fleshy body. Dash is visibly shocked that this is happening to her.
>You fondle your way under her sports bra and pull it up and away from her voluptuous breasts. You yank her spandex shorts as far down her curvaceous hips as you can with one tug.
>This girl now has the body of a thicc woman. And you're about to make love to this body with your own.
>Whip your erect dick out and point it towards RD's now exposed pussy, ready to thrust inside and feel that thing hug your shaft from all sides like you've wanted for so long now.
>RD's tummy starts to rumble, and you see something pop out of her vagina.
>It's an egg.
>The eggnog is taking its toll.
>Like a god damn gatling gun, RD's cunt starts to fire out thousands of eggs per second at your dick, pelting it to a pulp and propelling herself away from you with the force of the eggs rushing out so quickly.
>She grows chicken wings and starts going "buck baGOCK! BAGOCK!"
>Rainbow Dash takes off into the sky from the sheer force of enough eggs to supply HowToBasic for ten million years. The whole town is overrun by a tidal wave of eggs.
>Every bowl in town is filled with eggs.
>Dashie has to eat all the eggs. But she doesn't because she's the chicken god now.
The end.
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SeentextGravant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Wed 14 Dec 2016 13:29:19 No.29062072 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29062078
>>29058603
>>29057919
Finally finished my session of photoshopping things (and passing out a few times in the process).
Here's a two-poster to keep things alive until I'm done being so lethargic.
 
Title: Something something fit dash
>Every time you would exercise, Rainbow Dash would tell you that she'd let you have sex with her if you could beat her in a race.
>The problem is, she's fit as fuck and you're a lazy shit who sits around watching TV all day. She beats you with ease every time.
>You have a feeling that the only reason she's making this bet is because of how confident she is that she'd win anyway.
>Every single time, Dash slips into her little sports bra before racing you. She'd tease you with her slim, toned body with nothing but the sports bra and spandex shorts being worn on her body.
>Making you want this more than just "so badly".
>But that sleek body is the very reason why you're not going to get a piece of it when you race Dash.
>She soon starts to order the races where she starts right in front of you, and you're supposed to chase her.
>If you catch her and tackle her to the ground, she is your little plaything for the next hour or so.
>But she always outruns you. And it soon comes to the point where you both graduate college and go your separate ways.
>...
>Three years later.
>You've been fucking p i s s e d that you never scored with RD.
>Been frequently lifting weights and exercising ever since for no real reason other than disappointment in yourself.
>Some Christmas party happens.
>You and RD are reunited for the first time in a while there.
>Turns out she's gotten lazy after college and gained a little weight.
>She's not fat, just... thicc.
>T H I C C
>RD gets drunk of eggnog and challenges you to one last race. Same rules and everything.
>As you await her outside, she struggles to fit back into that tiny little sports bra. The spandex shorts barely conceal her ass, and the former athlete walks out of the room towards you.
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SeentextGravant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 13 Dec 2016 21:13:18 No.29057846 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29057853
>>29017581
>You sit there with your mouth zipped tightly shut as Trixie tries more and more to restore the deck's shape back to its original, flat form.
>Watch her move her hands faster and faster, not using even more force in trying to straighten out the corners. Now only trying too hard and making new creases form.
>It's easy to feel how upset she is radiating form her, and you look away as soon as you see her grit her teeth again.
>Hold yourself still as she loudly growls at the cards at her hands before letting out a few sobs afterwards.
>"No! No, god damn it, NO!" She slams the cards down onto the tent floor with a slap.
>She grunts even more as she starts picking them up one by one, and now starts ripping and crumpling the cards in her hands after her frustration overflows.
>You can tell that she's becoming even more upset as she sees the condition of the cards worsen despite her own hands being the cause.
>The girl can no longer control herself, and you're too afraid to speak up and talk some sense into her.
>After about thirty more seconds, Trixie yelps and whimpers before standing up and stumbling out of the tent.
>It's easy to tell how far away she's storming into the distance through her crying getting quieter and more distant.
>You're left in silence. The most awkward silence you've ever been in; you never thought it would involve you being completely alone.
>Just eventually lie down onto your side and turn off the lamp in the tent. There isn't jack shit you can think of doing besides this.
>This girl is a mystery.
>But you're not even able to force yourself to fall asleep. Especially not after you hear Trixie's quick footsteps returning in the direction of the tent.
>She doesn't enter, and instead, you notice an orange glow through the back wall, followed by a quiet crackling.
>Out of curiosity, you drag yourself out of the tent and around to the back.
>Trixie kneels in front of a mini campfire she built out of sticks she collected... and her cards.
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SeentextGravant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 13 Dec 2016 00:06:05 No.29051883 ViewReport
>>29051876
Oh, okay. Understandable.
>>29051869
>Even in this spirit realm, Sunset’s heart races with intensity, even slowing down a little as she runs up the street in comparison to how fast it was beating when that dark shadowy creature briefly disarmed her.
>Anything that had been killed in the electrical shock a couple of minutes ago would have surely vanished by now.
 
And damn, I could have fit these last two or so lines in there. But whatever, that's it for now. Will finally update things in my own pastebin soon so I'm more organized and I can give Disco the pastes to put on the /fb/ pastebin.
SeentextGravant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 13 Dec 2016 00:03:34 No.29051869 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29051883
>>29051865
Aw hell, which post were you again? I shouldn't reply to so many people at once.
>>29051863
>She gets her trigger finger ready, pretending not to notice until whatever this thing is gets close enough to be an easy shot.
>The moaning turns into a two-toned nightmare.
>A ghastly chorus of howling soon erupts and approaches Sunset, and the huntress spins around with her shotgun pointed, only to see it knocked out of her hand.
>Before Sunset floats a dark figure with long, swaying arms. It has too much of a shadow on its face for any expression to be seen, but the moaning is even louder than before.
>It raises its arm as Sunset ducks under it, whatever it is. She finds herself tumbling through a thick cloud of blackened vapour, rising to her feet on the other side and scouting the asphalt of the street for her weapon.
>Another swipe from a claw-like hand barely misses Sunset as she takes off as quickly as she can in the direction of her gun.
>The demonic creature floats after the huntress as she dives in to grab her weapon, gaining on her with frightening speed.
>Sunset’s hand reaches the tip of the barrel first, with no time to find the trigger.
>The creature is unfazed as Sunset misses the first time, but she manages to whack the thing across the side of its head with a returning swing in the opposite direction.
>The handle of the gun is sturdy enough to make something in the demon’s head crack. And the attacker is brought to the side long enough for Sunset to return to her feet and bludgeon it a second time and then ram the barrel into the center of the front of its head like a speak.
>Only now does Sunset hear two rows of teeth clacking against the metal barrel. But this only last for an instant before the trigger is pulled and a small sphere of flames replaces the monster’s head before blowing the remnants back in a twenty-foot flume.
SeentextGravant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 13 Dec 2016 00:02:29 No.29051863 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29051869
>>29051855
>She shines her sights down onto the water below, and spots a few moving things underneath the surface. Clearly swimming in a malicious manner; they are some of the things that Sunset must rid the afterlife of.
>And she clenches her fist onto her gun, letting her energy slightly transfer into it, causing the wood to glow a very murky crimson.
>The trigger buzzes as Sunset’s finger pulls it, and a bright light goes flying out of the barrel and penetrates the water with a sharp hiss.
>A shockwave of electricity spreads out from the exploding bullet and eliminates everything in the opaque water it touches.
>The makeshift sea lights up like it’s the holidays, and the upside-down sea of clouds above Sunset is lit up as a result of the vast flash that wipes out whatever was unfortunate enough to be swimming.
>But still fortunate enough to disappear to somewhere else in the spirit realm right before the rushing water spins into a massive whirlpool that funnels deep into the manhole leading into the tunnels under the streets.
>Sunset waits a minute or two until the ground is free enough for her to land.
>She fires another electrical bullet into the hole to take out anything that might have tried popping out of there at her.
>A series of loud crashes and booms can be heard throughout the area, pulsating underground with a force that is noticed by anything remotely nearby Sunset’s position.
>The dark streets are now made empty, and Sunset stands alone with her shotgun in hand, beaming the light of her eyes in all directions to find anything else to strike.
>It soon comes to the point where Sunset continues down along the sidewalks, finding anything but comfort in the silence around her.
>Not enough has happened, and the absence of activity only makes Sunset’s hand around the handle of the shotgun even more white-knuckled. The girl grits her teeth as she starts to hear a low moaning coming from behind her.
SeentextGravant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 13 Dec 2016 00:01:27 No.29051855 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29051863
>>29051849
>And it pulls her out of the water, closing in as a few gruff cheers can be heard on the deck of the ship.
>Through one of the holes in the net, the barrel of Sunset’s shotgun pokes.
>Each of the pirates does their duty, some of them pulling on the rope that connects to the net entrapping Sunset.
>The light from Sunset’s eyes reveals their bony hands. Bare bone.
>With a permanently grinning face, the captain of the ship steps forward and glares at the light that shines upon him.
>The empty eye sockets lighting up right as the fiery bullet clashes with the ridge of bone between them.
>Flames fill the captain’s head, replacing the flame of hatred that was there before. And he falls to his knees as he watches more and more of his crew get taken down as Sunset fires again and again.
>Up in the net that now serves as her watch tower. Giving her not only height to view her undead targets, but also something to perch herself on.
>The net holding Sunset in mid air sways back and forth, being more of a moving target even than the scattering pirates themselves.
>Sunset speeds her mind once more so she can see in slow motion, taking down her “captors” and soon storming the ship through a hole she rips in the net.
>Swings from the net and lands on the deck with an ominous thud of her boots.
>Plants her feet into an attack stance and feels multiple bullets from the enemies ricochet off of her indestructible jacket.
>With the idea to do so quickly popping in and out of her head, Sunset fires directly at one of the nearby barrels on deck.
>The fire-bullet pierces the wood and makes the liquid inside combust and explode.
>The blast blows the remaining crewmembers back, and they cannot get up before Sunset takes them out and sends them to elsewhere in the underworld.
>With her free hand balled up into a fist, Sunset spreads her wings once more and takes off towards the sky, making the torn sails catch fire as she rises past them.
SeentextGravant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 13 Dec 2016 00:00:26 No.29051849 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29051855
>>29051841
>But Sunset only grins as she can tell exactly where the thing’s head is.
>Once again, she sends a bullet straight through the skull of whatever it was.
>The jaws let loose, and Sunset is free to rise back to the surface for air, surprised only for a second how long she was able to hold her breath down here.
>There is a loud ringing as Sunset’s ears are back to being subjected to the noises above the water. She hadn’t noticed it until now, but the first thing she sees makes her brace herself once again.
>A towering wall of sails draws closer.
>It’s a massive ship, decorated with black sails with a very recognizable Jolly Roger on the sails… the design accompanies with devil horns on the skull.
>Something comes hurdling towards Sunset, instantly flying past her and creating a towering splash next to her out of the water that reaches towards the sky.
>A cannonball.
>And another one can be spotted in another instant.
>Sunset points the barrel at it and fires her much smaller but more effective cannonball at the larger one that quickly approaches.
>Blowing it apart wit h the fiery blast.
>She does this to the next three cannonballs she sees.
>Releasing round after round and blowing them apart one after the other, soon making the shrapnel and debris pelt the nearby ship with devastating results.
>The sails are getting numerous holes in them, and there are only more and more cannonballs falling apart before the monstrous buoyant fortress of wood.
>After there aren’t any more cannonballs being ruthlessly hurdles towards Sunset in the water, she noticed some humanlike figure gathering on the end of the ship that faces her, soon tossing something towards her.
>It’s hard to see through the darkness until Sunset furrows her brow and makes the light from her eyes reveal the ship in its full terrifying glory.
>A net falls over Sunset, and the edges dive into the water and scoop under the girl.
SeentextGravant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 12 Dec 2016 23:59:24 No.29051841 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29051849
>>29051832
>Sunset aims without any hint of remorse in her foresight.
>Descending into the crowd of clowns trapped in the inferno, firing at anything that moves. Knowing that the only thing the darkness hold for her is foes that wish to kill her.
>Something is causing the further way fire to dissipate.
>Sunset soon recognizes a tidal wave.
>And within it, glowing yellow and green eyes lock their sights onto the angel as she fires with her barrel pointed between each pair.
>The water washes Sunset down the street, but she starts to swim with all her strength against the current. Her hair completely unaffected by the raging water.
>A claw shoots out, breaking the surface tension of the water and lunging towards Sunset, missing its first shot.
>With a sharp inhale, Sunset dives under the water and pulls her trigger as soon as she sees the tip of the gun align with the forehead of what looks like a mini Leviathan with arms.
>The bullet blows the thing’s skull apart. And there is dark crimson flooding into the water, forcing it to turn opaque.
>Visibility is greatly decreased. Sunset can’t make out exactly where these new muffled groans originate from.
>They sound monstrous and hungry, only further motivating Sunset to squint her eye while still under the water and rely on her ears to pick out where to shoot.
>Pulling the trigger again and again.
>Streams of ruffled up water follow the paths of the bullets, and pierce through the thick blood in the water.
>Something grabs Sunset from behind, and the girl takes her gun and points it directly at whatever has a hold on her.
>Paddles backwards and ends up kicking the face of something that was approaching from in front.
>Two rows of sharp teeth clamp down on Sunset’s ankles, inducing a searing pain that does no damage but might as well.
>The monster begins Sunset gradually lets go of Sunset. Now completely limp.
>The one in front tries to pull Sunset forward, unable to be seen in the extreme murkiness.
 
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SeentextGravant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 12 Dec 2016 00:07:52 No.29045411 ViewReport
>>29045386
>No matter how... massive... a hole it left in your life after it vanished to never return.
>Well, the hole is more in your heart and soul than your life.
>But your heart and soul are a huge part of your life, supporting your spirit that's now... broken.
>Where did your enthusiasm go?
>Probably the same place where the future you always dreamed of went. The future that is no longer possible, even though you put so much effort into trying to make it happen.
>It can't happen now with that huge hole that was left.
>But you can't find anything to suffice the void. And so, you sit until you find something that does.
>Unreasonably praying that it falls into your lap somehow.
>But deep down no the inside, you know that's not going to happen.
>How much longer until something changes?
>Well, whenever you change, or course.
>...How much longer until you change?
>...
>You hear a knock on the door.
>At first, you’re hesitant to answer it at first, but you manage to lift yourself off of the couch after however many days it has been.
>The door swings open, and before you can say a single word, you find yourself taken into a hug by surprise.
>Pinkie Pie was at the door.
>Her arms tightly fold around your body, and your eyes shoot wide open with shock, and soon, your lids lower into a glazed expression as a pair of puckered lips meets yours.
>And all of your sadness found itself no longer all alone in the world.
>You yourself found yourself in the company of a friend. Someone more than just a friend.
>Crying never felt so good.
>Pinkie Pie backs you down the the couch.
>You kiss her harder and harder until you get hard yourself and you two start taking eachother's clothes off.
>You sex and that's the end, fuck it. (No pun intended).
 
What happens next?
 
Sorry about all of the spelling errors. I typed this up in Discord and Discord never lets you spellcheck and I'm sure you all know that I type fast and don't proofread.
SeentextGravant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 12 Dec 2016 00:04:46 No.29045386 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29045411
>>29045376
>You found a job after about a month of searching, and it's been a reason to get up early in the morning.
>Getting up early in the morning is such an uncomfortable thing, and your panicking mind really doesn't need that type of feeling when you stop dreaming and start living.
>Not only do you value yourself less and less every day, but you start to put less value into everything around you instead.
>You haven't truly cried thus far. Just some more leaked tears.
>But that's fine; it only means you've been doing this right. Not letting yourself get all sobby just because of feelings you have despite living in a comfy home and all.
>Just ignore the feelings and move on with your decent life.
>Your life is far from broken. It may be empty with the fact that you're alone over 90% of the time, but it's not broken.
>But maybe it's your brain that's the one that's broken.
>You still can't feel better. And it's starting to feel as though it's for no reason. Your loss was so far into the past now.
>Why is it still affecting you?
>Did... did it really mean THAT much to you?
>Based on how you felt during the first day, that answer is a big yes.
>An overwhelming yes.
>But you keep quiet about it, not wanting to be a burden to those who are still around you during that little 10% of the time.
>The other 90% of the time is spent being lost in your own head.
>This isn't the way you wanted to spend your time alive. But talking to people only leads to you desperately trying to hold your feelings in with their presence being a burden for you in a strange way.
>At least you don't have to make yourself smile when there's no one around to see you frown.
>When is there going to not be anything wrong with you?
>You really shouldn't be affected by one thing this much.
SeentextGravant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 12 Dec 2016 00:03:44 No.29045376 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29045386
>>29045363
>And it's been weighing you down, no matter how hard you've tried to toughen up and ignore the facts. It's still wighing you down.
>You just wish you didn't care so much. But if you didn't care this way, you wouldn't have had the memories from before. Those ones that make you so sad that they're gone now that you can't add to them.
>Every ounce of you want to be happy that it happened instead of sad that it's over, but every ounce is still not ready to feel this way.
>All of the times you're going to have to go without that thing you lost. That thing that you never thought you would lose.
>No one else needs to know what you lost, they wouldn't be able to put themselves in your shoes. Just don't bother telling them. This depression will pass eventually.
>The only thing you need to get yourself to do is get over it.
>Continue to sit alone in your room, contemplating on the better days that now lie behind you. The warmer days.
>The amount of time that goes by finally adds up to a week. You're not sure whether or not you're proud of that, because you're not sure whether or not you feel better.
>It's like you've forgotten how to enjoy yourself on your own; you wish you could help it.
>But you value yourself less and less every day. That thing you lost completed you. You are no longer complete, and the only way to make yourself think that you are is to distract yourself. Enjoy yourself.
>At least it works.
>It's the very thing that gives you a reason to step away from the edge of the bridge every time you pass it by. Thinking about going over, but never acting upon it.
>It's on the longer route home, and you haven't been taking that route more often just for the scenery.
>...
>TV and the internet have lost their fun. It's all gotten too repetitive, and you can't think of anything else for you to do.
SeentextGravant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 12 Dec 2016 00:02:42 No.29045363 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29045376
>>29045347
>You have a pretty great life. You should feel that way.
>That's what a lot of people have told you, and they're always right when it comes to that.
>Don't let your feelings tell you how to feel. Let your physical conditions have the say for that.
>It's too bad there is so much going on in your head whenever your universe has something about it changed.
>Something enters there that you're just not used to.
>But you'll be fine, and you're home now. That was one of the most thoughtful drives home you've ever experienced.
>It could have been about better things, but you're sure you can at least think about better things without them being anything in real life.
>Back inside, putting groceries away. Still alone.
>You'll have to get used to this.
>Unless you can make some more friends, which shouldn't be too hard.
>Just like, do it. Anyone should be able to.
>Then you'll be able to take your mind off of this.
>Go back to watching TV. It's quite relaxing.
>You sit there on the couch, now drunk with nostalgia as you slowly forget about how your world around you keeps changing in ways you wish it never had.
>But you're calm now. Taking some more deep breaths and staying focused on... fun things.
>But every time you think about yesterday, your hands begin to involuntarily tremble.
>With the notion that there is an obstacle you know you'll never be able to hurdle yourself over.
>Spend the rest of the day in solitude, often looking to your side expecting someone to be there.
>Turn the TV off and go back to posting on the internet. Maybe you'll go job hunting. You're going to have to do it eventually with the factor of money coming into play.
>It's a good idea to keep that thing in your life, but it's not like having less money would have made you feel this way had it happened first.
>...
>This pattern somewhat continues for a while. But you don't feel as though your mood is improving.
>It's not anyone's fault, it's just that you're not used to feeling this way.
SeentextGravant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 12 Dec 2016 00:01:03 No.29045347 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29045363
>>29045338
>As you grow, the things that affect you change. And they sure do change drastically.
>But you're still going to toughen up and get over this.
>You don't want to end up like those self-entitled people who crave pity just because of some unfortunate events in their life.
>They are the ones that get to decide what to cry over, not you. Right?
>You wouldn't feel even half as badly about this had your feelings not been so... real.
>You wouldn't even feel a tenth as bad.
>But you're not even going to allow yourself to feel bad at all, pull yourself up by your boots and make your way to the store.
>Buying milk, eggs, cheese, other things. Sweets, the list turns into a blur and you end up just getting whatever you feel like.
>Might as well make the best of this.
>You'll be fine. It's just your feelings.
>Just wait until a week from you, you'll be guaranteed to start feeling yourself again. Even though the last best days of your life are sure to have ended, that doesn't mean that you can't still enjoy yourself.
>You have money, food, a roof over your head, people to talk to as you go through the checkout line...
>This life you have is still pretty good, especially compared to those without those key things.
>Just try and find a way to be happy. There is no reason to feel better just because you lost something you invested so many feelings into.
>They're only feelings, just forget about it. This is something that should be easy to move on from.
>The low howl from the wind reaches your ears a little bit louder as you step back outside. Raising your shoulders and scrunching yourself inward from the cold despite you having a jacket on.
>It wouldn't have bothered you had you not been alone this time after going out in public.
>Well, not alone. Since there are people in the store you just left, people in this parking lot.
>Guess you're just lonely.
>But that's not a problem you can't fix. Just make some friends, it's that simple.
SeentextGravant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 12 Dec 2016 00:00:01 No.29045338 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29045347
>>29045330
>Just do random things. Browsing, playing quick little flash games. Pass the time.
>And it works.
>Soon eat dinner. Microwaveable meal. You have other food, but this is more fast and easy to make.
>You're going to be okay.
>Eat your meal and notice how dark it's gotten outside. These winter days sure are short.
>Take another shuddering breath, turning off the kitchen light after cleaning up and heading up to your room.
>Just keep in mind that you aren't the only one who has experienced sadness. There are others who made it through.
>And if they can do it, so can you.
>That just has to be true.
>After you go to bed, you lie on your side, closing your eyes as quickly as you can and pretend to be asleep.
>The feelings can't get you if you're asleep.
>Not even if there is a stream of tears flowing down the side of your head on your temple right now.
>That tear was a given; you're still silently lying on your side.
>Just wait for sleep to take you.
>...
>The following morning comes already.
>You can't believe you actually fell asleep that quickly.
>Get up and push yourself over to the bathroom, now feeling just as cold inside as you had outside the day before.
>After several more minutes, you're back down stairs, not having truly cried a single tear. The tears from last night simply leaked from that outburst you held back.
>Because you're not going to cry over this.
>You are going to get over it and move on; that's what everyone would want you to do. That's what you want you to do.
>And it is what you are going to do.
>Just don't let your feelings get the best of you. You're going to be fine.
>There are plenty of fun things to do.
>Continue to entertain yourself with TV, soon finding yourself mesmerized and taken away into the world of nostalgia as you watch shows from your childhood.
>Pretending that you're living those years again when you didn't have the ability to feel this way so deeply about things.
SeentextGravant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 11 Dec 2016 23:58:59 No.29045330 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29045338
>>29045323
>The reality that it's not coming back is something you stubbornly don't want to accept, and you rest yourself on your bed to try and put your mind on something else.
>Turn on your TV.
>Start watching some cartoons you've seen the episodes so many times before. It does help a little.
>Your mind is taken away from the feelings for the lengths of the episodes, and the commercial breaks.
>But even the tiny breaks of blackness between the times the screen lights up with color bring you the same reminder. There's no going back.
>Maybe you could live with this. Turn this into something that makes you stronger and does nothing to slowly crush your heart on the inside.
>And so, you take another deep breath. It's comforting.
>You'll be okay.
>And you're going to continue watching TV. Nothing else should matter.
>Only one thing in your life is gone. One... really, really big thing.
>It meant so much to you. Something that was connected to your whole heart.
>You never even realized how much you cared about it until right now, as you sit on your bed and start living without it.
>Pretending that you feel the same way you did before it was gone.
>But still, you'l be okay.
>The news soon comes on, and you try to think about the other things going on in the world.
>How others have loss and struggles to go through as well. How you're clearly not alone in losing something so dear to you.
>You can feel what they're feeling now as they tell their stories. You never understood it so well until now.
>In a way, this comforts you, making you feel a little bit enlightened. And it only took the absence of something really important in your life.
>Take another deep breath, more slowly this time.
>After you turn off the TV, try to find something else to do, quickly.
>Go onto the computer, finding your way to the internet before you let your feeling make you change your mind.
SeentextGravant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 11 Dec 2016 23:57:36 No.29045323 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29045330
>The sky is coated with a cloud ceiling as you walk on home.
>It's hard to believe that the sun is shining through to give your surroundings any light at all.
>Hands in your pockets, shoes solemnly slapping against the sidewalk. Your breath slow and steady, not choking up any more.
>Your eyes finally dried after earlier, you continue.
>Feeling a looming resonance radiate around you as you continue in the direction of your house.
>Not knowing whether today would have been the last relatively okay day of your life. Praying for anything but being cast out into a future of loneliness and suffering.
>Turning back time is the number one thing you want, but you know it can't be done. Forward isn't somewhere you want to go. There's nothing there you want to see.
>It's hard to ignore the last of your happiness being drained out of your life on this day, and your face shows no expression to reflect it. There is no expression that can get this out.
>You don't want to tell anyone how you feel. It will only make them want to know more.
>It will make them ask questions you cannot answer.
>Questions you simply do not have the heart to answer.
>Make it to your front door, standing there and trying to decide if you want to go in. It doesn't seem as though it will make a difference at this point.
>You're already here, might as well go inside so this chilled winter air can't get to you. Unlock the door with your key and enter your house.
>Exhaling as the warm air reaches you. You're at least lucky to have this privilege.
>If only you could focus on all of these things you've had in life, if only you couldn't remember the other things you used to have.
>What you lost today.
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SeentextGravant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sat 10 Dec 2016 20:34:39 No.29036790 ViewReport
Damn character limits.
>>29036782
>And ambulance takes Rarity's boyfriend away.
 
The end? Maybe...
SeentextGravant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sat 10 Dec 2016 20:33:24 No.29036782 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29036790
>>29036775
>A low, prolonged moan creeps through the ceiling and into Sweetie Belle's room just as the girl was closing her eyes to sleep.
>It was breathy, almost exhausted, but sounded like it was coming form a hungry beast that was just dying to gobble its prey whole.
>Sweetie involuntarily sprung out from her bed and found herself running over to Rarity's room with her own screams filling the halls.
>She screamed as loud and as bloodcurdling as she could, making sure everyone who could save her would hear.
>The light in her parents' room was the first to come on... then the light to the attic stairs.
>Sweetie Belle turned to look in sudden confusion, still screaming for her family to help her.
>Down the stairs tumbled Rarity, undone nightgown and all. She had tried to button it up, but rushed when she heard her sister screaming as though a creepy man from the streets was chasing her.
>The older sister hit her head on the stairs, soon realizing that Sweetie Belle was standing in the middle of the hallway, completely alone.
>"Sweetie Belle?" Rarity was too dizzy to even keep herself balanced, and her boyfriend came lumbering down the stairs momentarily afterwards. "Sweetie, what's wrong?"
>"Rarity? Why are you naked?" Sweetie asked as she wondered why on earth she just came down from the attic with her boyfriend.
>Rarity shrieked and covered herself up. Her boyfriend went back up the stairs to tuck his dick back into his pants then come back down.
>Sweetie might have been young, but she soon pieced it together where that thumping was coming from.
>"Who is that boy?" Sweetie and Rarity's father asked in a loud voice as the boy came back down the stairs with his face more red than a bottle of ketchup. "What are you doing here?"
>The boy, unsure of what to do in response, lets his natural instincts kick in and makes a run for it.
>Luckily for him, the second floor hallway window was open. But unluckily for him, the driveway was right below that window.
>...
SeentextGravant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sat 10 Dec 2016 20:32:23 No.29036775 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29036782
>>29031249
>>29031306
>>29031358
>And then one summer night.
>Uh-oh! Those summer nights!
>Rarity was feeling particularly hot that day, and was thirsting for her guy to come over and quench her needs all day long.
>Even Sweetie Belle had noticed a change in her behavior. Rarity seemed really preoccupied with things.
>She hadn't even asked her sister to sleep in her room this time around; she never did once Summer comes on.
>The day turned to night quite late into the evening with the late sunsets.
>Sweetie Belle walked on up the stairs to her bedroom after it was time for her to go to bed. She wasn't in school, but had nothing else to do anyway.
>Applebloom and Scootaloo were busy.
>It soon came to the point where Sweetie Belle would sit in bed and listen to her parents talk downstairs, with Rarity occasionally joining them.
>The air conditioning turned on and off, only startling Sweetie Belle the first time it make it slight bang from the basement below.
>But it wasn't the basement that Sweetie Belle was worried about.
>She eyed the ceiling with the covers up to the ridge of her nose. Imagining the worst of the worst things.
>It was only a couple more hours before she started to hear noises that sounded like there was a ghost walking around up there in the attic.
>The girl ducked under the covers and made herself comfortable with distracting thoughts, but the obligatory thumping soon started up.
>It started pretty quickly this time.
>Rarity must have gone to bed at this point, so it's not like Sweetie can head on over to Rarity's room without disturbing her.
>That didn't end well the last time she interrupted her sister's beauty sleep.
>This lasted for a few more minutes. Sweetie Belle felt as thought she could handle this night that was turning out to be mostly like any other night she would hear the thumping.
>But then a new sound made the hairs on her neck stand straight up.
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SeentextGravant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 09 Dec 2016 23:47:14 No.29031213 ViewReport
>>29019892
http://pastebin.com/jSdznwyL
>>29017705
>>29017640
>>29017608
I'll remember these for the next update. But what I'm posting right now is another story.
 
Title: Sweetie Belle's spooky nights.
>Usually in the Spring, Sweetie Belle always wanted to sleep in Rarity's room so she wouldn't be alone.
>She'd ask her sister this every day, but would always get a no.
>"Why not?! You always let me stay in your room during the holidays!" Griped Sweetie with a pout.
>Rarity sighed. "Because it was cold, then. Winter's over now, and you're old enough to go on off the sleep on your own. I'm sorry, but I can't let you sleep in my room every night."
>Sweetie never understood why Rarity would never let her do it in the spring.
>The conversation would always end with Rarity half promising to let Sweetie sleep in her room, only planning to tell her no later on.
>But the reason why Sweetie Belle wanted to sleep in Rarity's room was a bit different than one would expect.
>Sweetie believes that her room is haunted.
>Almost every night during the spring, Sweetie wouldn't be able to sleep due to the fact that there was always a loud thumping coming from the attic; through the ceiling right above where her room was.
>Not giving it any critical thought, Sweetie automatically assumed that it was a ghost.
>She lied in her bed with the covers up to her mouth and kept from screaming as the repetitive thumping would occasionally grow louder and faster.
>Never really found out why Rarity didn't want her to be staying in her room over the spring days.
--Meanwhile in Rarity's room.--
>Rarity waited every night, silently standing by the door.
>It was usually a few minutes before her boyfriend would arrive. They greeted eachother with a kiss and quietly headed up to the attic, hoping not to wake Sweetie Belle, whom they assumed was asleep.
>Rarity's boyfriend would lay his girl down on her back and the two would undress eachother.
>He'd mount her and cause the attic thumping.
 
What do?
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SeentextGravant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Wed 07 Dec 2016 19:44:55 No.29017574 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29017581
>>29017562
"Well what?" You gripe. "What the hell do you want me to do?"
>"Help Trixie! She can't perfectly flatten and unbend these cards alone!"
"HELP YOU HOW?!"
>Trixie raises herself off of the tent floor with the cards still flat on the ground. "Put your hands under the cards. And point your fingers onto exactly where the corners are bent."
"Wh-wha..."
>"DO IT!" Trixie balls her hands into fists. "JUST... DO IT! NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE!"
>Ignoring the angry memeing, you obey in hopes that Trixie doesn't fucking murder you.
>Without even the slightest hesitation, Trixie plants her butt right into your hands with the cards in between. Your face turns bright red as this happens.
>And you begin to nervously stutter.
>"Shut up and press the creases flat!" Trixie orders with a bit more desperation in her voice. "And don't you dare think dirty thoughts about Trixie!"
>Aside her caring about the cards WAAAAY too much, you're starting to find yourself convinced that Trixie may be doing this on purpose.
>You're having more and more trouble beliving that this is genuine as this goes on.
>Trixie presses herself down into your hands with your fingers pushing back up into her soft cheeks.
>The effort you put into resisting a boner is fruitless.
>Especially when Trixie begins to bounce up and down.
>"Please don't be ruined. Please, please, please, please." Her ass mashes down onto your hands with each "please".
"Why are you doing this?" You utter out a few garbles words.
>"SHH!"
>After another thirty seconds or so of this, Trixie lifts off of you and examines the cards in her hand.
>Face away from her to hide the boner in your pants.
>"No, no, no, no no NO!" Trixie raises her voice. "They're even more bent than before!"
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SeentextGravant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Wed 07 Dec 2016 19:43:53 No.29017562 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29017574
>>28992361
Because Trixie is kind of easy to write for me.
>>28997365
Same. Until I continued it recently after like three years.
>>28992254
>Trixie pins you to the floor of the tent.
>"C'mon. Let's just talk for a bit."
"Like... about what?"
>Trixie scoffs. "Don't make Trixie get her cards out again."
"Can you get off of me?"
>"Are you willing to-"
"Yes! God damn it, yes! I'll talk with you for a bit!" You already know that Trixie isn't going to let up until you tell her what she wants to hear. "So what do you want to talk about?"
>Trixie reaches into one of her bags and pulls the same deck of cards out. You let out a sigh as you can already tell where this is going.
"Alright, alright, we'll do your little card thing."
>"It's not just a 'little card thing'!" Trixie half sneers at you. "If you must know, it's a very important aspect of Trixie's-" She stops talking immediately after looking down at the deck.
>You just wait for her to say something else, but nothing comes out until the girl's eyes grow wide.
>"What... the hell HAPPENED?"
"What, what is it?"
>Before you can even look back over to her, the girl shoves the deck of cards right in front of your face. "This!" She gasps. "This is what happened!"
"I don't see anything wrong wit them!"
>Trixie gives you a look of disbelief and proceeds to press the deck onto the tip of your nose.
"Hey! Don't do that!"
>"They're bent!"
"...What?"
>"Trixie's cards got bent inside of the bag! The corners are folded in like dog ears!"
"How is that a big deal?!"
>"It is ENTIRELY a big deal!" Trixie slips the cards under her bottom and starts to aggressively sitting on them, desperately grunting with effort. "They are supposed to be perfectly straight!"
"You can still use them just the-"
>"NO! You... CAN'T!"
"Okay, okay..." You back away REALLY quickly.
>But Trixie starts to glare at you again. Her purple eyes lock with yours, and you freeze in place.
>"Well?"
SeentextGravant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 06 Dec 2016 17:54:13 No.29010874 ViewReport
Too exhausted to type anything with a full plot that makes sense, so here's this. Get ready for ultra-porn-logic.
Title: With a little help from her friends.
>>29008897
>Gentle waves washed up along the shoreline of the nude beach.
>The human mane six made themselves comfortable, setting down their belongings.
>Almost all of them stripped naked to put on their sunscreen and some went into the water. Except for Fluttershy.
>She sat there and only stripped down to her swimsuit.
>Rarity was sitting next to her, and looked over to ask what was the matter.
>Fluttershy answered that she wasn't going to take her swimsuit off because she was too nervous, and that she was sorry that she was missing out on all of the nude fun.
>Putting her arm around Fluttershy, Rarity asked if Fluttershy was considering changing her mind and actually wanted to get naked.
>Fluttershy told her that she just didn't have the bravery to take all of her clothes off in public.
>Twilight put her book down and assured Fluttershy that there was nothing to worry about and that they were more than willing to help her.
>They started picking at the back of Fluttershy's swimsuit. Fluttershy began to shiver and scoot forward, but the other two girls held her still as the knot was undone.
>The thin straps over Fluttershy's shoulders fell to the sides, and Rarity pulled the bikini top away from Fluttershy's heaving breasts, starting to squeeze them and kissing Fluttershy on the cheek.
>The two already naked girls told a shivering and giggling Fluttershy that they were there for her, and moved their hands to her waist.
>Slowly pulled the bottom of Fluttershy's bikini around the girl's hips and down her thighs.
>Fluttershy felt the cloth get pulled past her feet as she had her eyes closed.
>Rarity and Twilight lie down with Fluttershy and started lathering sunscreen onto their hands, soon spreading it to Fluttershy's bare body.
 
That's a bit of a prompt. Someone else can continue this.
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SeentextGravant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 05 Dec 2016 20:09:36 No.29005479  ViewReport
>>28994725
Lab was really hard for me too. Fuckin' rocket.
>>29004065
>since his autism has been triggered.
By what? I don't know what you're expecting me to do. I don't mind Flash being in stories, unlike some people.
Also, a short story for >>28991524 as promised.
 
>It was a cold and rainy night, and Trixie was staying after school for some reason.
>She sat in her desk and played card with herself because lonely or something idk.
>She heard a noise down the hall from the classroom, and instantly got scared because she was alone in the fucking school on a cold and rainy and snowy night.
>It was January, by the way. Fuck that month, but it'll do.
With her heart beating out of her chest, Trixie locked the door to the classroom to protect herself. Whoever it was started to approach the door that closed a bit too loudly.
>The doorknob is dismantled and Flash Sentry entered the room ZOMG FUCK FLASH WORST STORY EVER. >:((((
>Trixie couldn't put up a good fight because Flash had Chloroform or however that word is spelled.
>She drifted awake once more to find herself tied to a pole against the gym bleachers, ropes around her body and her skirt tucked upward to reveal her underwear.
>Trixie screamed, but it was muffled. Flash Sentry walked up to her from a bouncy castle and started honking a tricycle horn at her.
>Trixie was confused, but remembered how she liked tricycles when she was a kid and started to become intoxicated from the sound.
>Like Novocain at the dentist or something idk you think of an analogy lmao.
>Flash then fingered Trixie because it's near the gym bleachers but not under it and not Rarity, but close enough.
>Flash got all the girls now, so this is how you know it was before the SciTwi era.
>Trixie smiled and laughed as Flash's bicycle charm set in and she was all happy, not scared of the spooky night school anymore.
>Flash was just trying to make her conquer her fear, and Flash is the big hero of this story.
The end, close enough idfc.
/character limit
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 04 Dec 2016 18:20:40 No.28999017 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29022587
>>28999008
>She shivers at the feeling of the tip of your tongue being the main thing running over her skin at first, before you plant the entire flat surface of the top of your tongue onto her.
>Your lips meet hers, and your eyes can only cower in erotic fear as Sunset's turquoise irises petrifies you.
>She forcefully pulls you closer to her and pushes you back down to get more of the eggnog off of her.
>Her heartbeat is a lot more intense after a moment.
>After you manage to clear the surface of her body, you look up at your master and lock gazes with her. She smiles down upon you with the container still in her hand, mostly empty.
>"Rise."
>Your legs begin to shake as you straighten yourself and meet Sunset eye-to-eye.
>"You did a good job." She places her hands on your shoulders. "Now lie on your back."
>No hesitation is had, you lower yourself once again. But Sunset shows even less hesitation than you and pushed you down onto your back, pinning you to the floor before you know it.
>"So you just couldn't wait to open your present, could you?"
"I-I'm sorry..." All you want is to let her run her course now, eager to see what she's going to force you to do next.
>You'll agree to anything. You have to, anyway.
>"Hmm..." Sunset looks down at the container in her hand. "I don't believe you. Maybe I should make you REALLY sorry."
>She closes the tops of her thighs around your upright member.
>You can't get away from her. Her grip combined with your love for her overpowers you too much.
>Tilting the bottom of the eggnog container up and pouring the remainder into her mouth.
>She doesn't swallow it, but only leans closer to you. Prompting for you to kiss her with the eggnog still in her mouth.
>Her naked body still pins you to the floor, now covered in a thin layer of sweat.
>Soft, puckered lips mash together.
>You can taste it trickling into your mouth as this happens.
 
Continuing in next thread where I can post images with this.
 
>Your breath hitting against Sunset's skin warms it even more, but the girl was already heated to the point where it's reached a fever pitch.
>Feel her chest press against your blushing face while she inhales, and you humbly kiss down to her bellybutton.
>Licking thin streams of eggnog along the way.
>"Get all of it." Sunset orders you to seek out any missed spots an take care of them, freeing the sleek surface of her skin from the mess she made all over herself.
>With a smile, you rub the side of your cheek against Sunset's abdomen. Running your fingers through her contours and making sure you didn't miss anywhere.
>A few drips of thick, familiar off-white liquid trickle down to your nose. Possibly foreshadowing how this is going to turn out.
>"Oops." Sunset lets some more of the eggnog spill out of her mouth and onto her chest above you.
>Rise slightly and run your tongue up the center of Sunset's chest all the way up to her chin.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sat 03 Dec 2016 19:09:47 No.28992254 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>29017562
>>28992231
>Hear the sound of Trixie’s hair hitting the sleeping bag as she shakes her head.
>”Mm-mm… no, that’s not the acceptable way of dealing with this. Trixie will not let you make this awkward.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” The soft words got pushed out by agitation. “YOU’RE the one who made this awkward!”
>”Trixie is certainly not.” The girl’s mouth is right next to your ear; you can barely smell her cherry scented breath. “It’s only awkward if you let it be awkward.”
 
More sooner or later.
 
>>28991495
Great work. Keep going.
>>28989222
This posts pretty much explains it, except two things. Time After Time's original form "Rejecting Sunset" is seven posts long, not just one. And I could have easily stopped at any time, no one was forcing me. But I didn't because... well... I was getting a lot of attention from TaT, literally sue me.
Also, you seem to say things the same way 12 does, are you him?
>>28992077
Don't tempt me~
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sat 03 Dec 2016 19:07:36 No.28992231 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>28992254
Here's some more Fuckin' Nature because I'm just tired right now from playing online Flash games from like 2005 in a school computer lab all day. Sh-shut up! I was having fun!
 
>Crickets start chirping early, and you lie back on top of your sleeping bag as you listen to them surround you in the unseen wilderness.
>Trixie should be back in here any minute now. You should probably pretend to be asleep by the time she gets here.
>Slip into your newly cleaned sleeping bag and roll onto your side with a quiet groan.
>Nothing yet.
>You have time to sleep.
>But you end up relaxing on your side for the longest time, keeping your eyes closed only for a few minutes before opening them again out of some misplaced curiosity.
>Footsteps are approaching the tent.
>Slow your breathing and gently hut your eyes, looking as convincing as you can.
>You hear the zipper get pulled down and shuffling spread throughout the tent. Things being moved around.
>Stay perfectly still so Trixie won't think to talk to you.
>But she doesn't seem to be doing anything quietly enough to keep you from "waking up".
>She probably isn't buying this charade.
>Lie on your side for a little bit longer.
>Trixie falls silent for what feels like about five minutes, but you soon get the impression that her eyes are on you.
>”You can move around now if you want. Doesn’t make a difference.”
>She probably expected to hear you exhale.
>”Trixie has to admit, you’re a determined, but pretty bad liar.”
“I just don’t feel like talking right now.”
>Your response is met with a few seconds of silence.
“T-trixie?”
>You suddenly feel her drop herself on top of you… again.
>”Why the hell not?”
“Because… It’s just awk- a little awkward, I guess… I think…” You go straight to using softer words.
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 02 Dec 2016 16:38:44 No.28984790 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>28999008
>>28984775
>Moaning into your mouth as you share the taste of the eggnog through your tongues.
>She backs you up into the wall once again. There is nothing you can do to stop her.
>"Hold me tighter." She orders, to which you comply.
>Her breath from her nose lightly blows past your face. It smells slightly like strawberries mixed in with that eggnog.
>Such a sweet scent to be pinning you up against this wall.
>You helplessly feel your pants get pulled down to your knees. And Sunset begins to invade the front of your boxers with eager fingers.
>Playfully try and shift your hips away from the hands, finding your erect tent in hot pursuit and instantly captures as Sunset reaches through a gap in your boxers and clasps your shaft.
>Starts stroking you, and it sends an overwhelming tingle up your spine that petrifies your and forces you to now push your hips towards Sunset.
>You're under Sunset's direct control now.
>The boxers are town down and your manhood is in the open for Sunset to please herself with.
>Yelp quietly in a desperately horny voice as you feel her tongue brush past the underside of your cock.
>Holy shit, that got you going; you're fucking trembling. Unable to resist the arousal that ties onto your arms as thought you're Sunset's little puppet.
>And that isn't very inaccurate.
>Sunset presses her own waist into yours, trapping your dick between the top of her thighs.
>You feel her hand sneak behind your head and push your face down to her chest this time.
>Forced back into licking once again. And your tongue does virtually everything but disagree.
>Feeling a deep seated need to even impress Sunset.
>After all, you better impress her. Maybe she would punish you a bit less severely if you obey.
 
Not sure what kind of ending I want for this one, to be honest. Since the purpose of this story is to be one with Sunset getting what she wants.
But i'm sure you guys aren't willing to give me ideas or advice, so I'll just continue on my own terms later on.
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 02 Dec 2016 16:36:24 No.28984775 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>28984790
>>28984767
>>28983735
>Her hand grabs onto the collar of your shirt before you can even say a word. Literally right when you're within arm's reach of the girl.
>Pulls you into her chest.
>You almost cry out for help, but you only know that doing so would excite her more.
>The eggnog spears against your face that seeps between Sunset's sopping wet breasts. The smell of the eggnog thick in your nosy and the taste soon coming into contact with your tongue again.
>Sunset holds your head still; you can feel her breathing faster against you, her heart beating wildly.
>And your mind starts spinning, crazy for this girl's overwhelming commands.
>Your tongue shoots out of your mouth and pushes into her warm skin, slippery from the drink coating it.
>The taste brings you some form of sublimity that holds you captive against your lover and her womanly form.
>Wrap your arms around the nude girl, imitating what the wrapping paper did minutes ago.
>There is eggnog getting all over your shirt, soaking it almost as much as the bit of your boxers being subjected to the tip of your penis.
>The point in your boxers that comes into view after Sunset undoes the front of your pants without asking you first.
>She has full access to you, thirsty to overtake you with her lust in addition to your own lust.
>And so, the eggnog gathers on your twitching tongue as you lick, and lick and lick.
>Catching the taste into your mouth and your mind to be forever remembered.
>Naturally, your mouth makes its way to Sunset's nipple, and your grazing tongue flicks past the bump you easily recognize.
>And your lips close around it as Sunset speaks to you in a softer yet more hungry voice.
>"Keep going. And don't you dare miss a spot." She leans herself into your face, her voice slightly vibrating the breast latched between your lips.
>And your shaky hands humbly slide up and down Sunset's hips; she forces you to your feet, now trapping your lips into an embrace with her own.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 02 Dec 2016 12:57:47 No.28983833 ViewReport
>>28983689
>>28983636
Ten out of ten. Very dank meme. Here's a sqeakquel.
 
>Be Anon the Anonymous Anon.
>It is a dark and stormy night.
>You're at home, reading a magazine with the rain outside pitter pattering the window.
>You hear a noise in the corner of your nearby kitchen. But you don't care enough to investigate.
>That funeral was so many weeks ago. But it was lovely that you got a chance to fulfill your weird ass fetish before that girl was put into the ground.
>Waaaaay too lazy to dig and all that shit.
>Like, lol no. fuck that.
>But then you set your magazine down and realize something.
>THEY BURIED HER IN A PET CEMETERY.
>Oh shit!
>All of the windows break at once and hundreds of dead dogs, cats, hamsters, gerbils, lizards, chipmunks, goldfish, frogs, squirrels and rabbits invade your home.
>Spring up from the couch and make a run for the door, but you're cornered and have to jump over them to make it to the stairs.
>Ewwwww~
>Run up the stairs only to find a swarm of dead birds and flies blocking the path to your indoor tomato garden.
"Shitshitshitshitshirt!"
>Jump back down to the first floor through the open bannister part of the second floor, but a dead bear catches you and all of the dead animals cheer.
"NOOOOO!" You regret buttering Flutterbutter's buttered butter with your cream cheese.
>The animals rip your clothes off and proceed to take turns fucking you to death and forcing you to join their ranks.
>They then trap you in a cage and take you all the way over to the pet cemetery.
>There, Fluttershy waits for you in the middle of a Tower Of Silence™, only mostly decayed now even though it's been weeks and she should be a spooky skeleton at this point. (At least that's how I think that works based on timelapse videos I've seen ((don't ask)) ).
>"I am Queen Nepthys! The Egyptian Goddess of the dead!" Fluttershy tells you, then somehow kills you again even though you are already dead.
>She kills you so hard that you die to death.
 
T H E E N D
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 02 Dec 2016 12:39:32 No.28983735 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>28984775
>>28983731
>She presses your face onto her abdomen.
>"All of this eggnog is mine now." She's holding the open container in her hand, getting ready to chug it.
>You just know that not even half of it is going into her. >You can hardly see her face between the gap of her cleavage, but the smile you can hardly make out confirms that you're about to get eggnog in your hair.
>And onto it starts pouring, dripping from Sunset's chin. Try to drink from it because you actually think it tastes pretty fucking good.
>A hand pushes you back into a sitting position.
>"You don't get any." Sunset lets the eggnog trickle between her chest and down her body.
>Spreading down her curvaceous body.
>You watch in awe.
>Sunset takes her hands and spreads it across her skin, moistening herself with the sweet substance.
>Her contours shine with the thick white coating being glossed over it.
>"I can't seem to wipe it off, Anon." Sunset looks over to you with glazed eyes. "Get your ass over here."
 
Should you continue to obey or further disobey and """""worsen""""" your punishment?
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Fri 02 Dec 2016 12:38:30 No.28983731 ViewReport
>>28979834
>Implying the things I post here aren't trash.
>Implying I want any of you guys to like me.
I'm gonna make Sunset dominate Anon in this story now just to spite you.
>>28980681
>>28980699
>>28980727
I agree with this, but take my pastebin out of the next thread OP. I don't want people outside of this thread thinking things.
>>28979448
>>28979474
>>28979483
>>28979502
>Sunset holds tightly onto your arm, "warning" you not to take off any more of her wrapping paper with her eyes alone.
>You slump down and Sunset rises above you.
>Her shadow covers you, before her hands grab you and yank you into a kiss.
>The force of her pulling you into herself is inescapable.
>It almost hurts, but not quite. You know SunnyBunny would never hurt you.
>"Go to the fridge. Now." She orders.
"I-uh..."
>"Don't make me ask this again." Her stern voice only makes you harder.
>The girl stands you up by force, making your protruding member create a tent in the front of your pants.
>You're walked over to the fridge and made to open the door. The eggnog is in the font of the shelf.
>Grab it and bring it back to the living room.
>"Open it."
>You obediently nod and twist the cap off, reaching down with your hand afterward and pulling the wrapping paper over Sunset's crotch off.
>She grabs onto your wrist, but down't pull your hand away until after she is exposed.
>The feeling of her pushing you back against the wall makes you almost dizzy. And you let her hit your head against the surface.
>Try not to squeak as she grabs your hardened member through your pants. Her fingers are so sturdy and demanding.
>And her eyes are filled with a passionate fire, yet such a gentleness at the same time.
>You know she will not do harm to you, but that does not relieve you of the imminent punishment.
>You're lowered to the floor again, and Sunset looms over you now completely bare naked.
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GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Thu 01 Dec 2016 17:04:40 No.28979448 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>28983731
>>28979124
>>28979156
>Sunset is sitting there on the floor before you with wrapping paper strategically covering just the places you want to see most.
>But her smile gives you the okay to trot over to her and kneel down to her level.
>"Don't be getting any... naughty... thoughts, Anon. You have to wait until Christmas morning to unwrap this gift for you." She's teasing you now.
>Softly place your hand on her shoulder, wandering towards the wrapping on her arm with your fingertips dragging across the smooth skin.
>You're really making her smile now.
>"No opening until christmas. Come on, be a good boy for me."
>Hook your finger under the wrapping on her arm, pulling onto it and starting to prompt it to come loose.
>Not tightly squeezing onto Sunset's soft mounds anymore, the strand over Sunset's breasts begins to... give way.
>The very sight nearly makes you drool.
"I can't help it, Sunny." Your voice shudders from arousal. "I guess I'm too naughty this year."
>"That constitutes for a punishment."
>Upon hearing her say this, you scoot up to Sunset and put your other arm around her, working as the wrapping on the other side.
>And the wrapping paper struggles to cover Sunset's chest... and fails. Falling away from her nipples with the slightest sound as they land into your girlfriend's lap.
>"Anon." Sunset arches her back to push her chest forward towards your open hand. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you. It's the only way to make you a good boy before Santa comes."
"Oh?" You say right next to her ear in a quiet voice.
>Her sensual sigh indicates how much she loves the sound of your voice inches away from her. The feeling of your restless hands cupping her luscious bosom that has recently broken free fo the wrapping paper.
>"Mmmmm... your punishment is that you have to let me have all the eggnog now."
"Hmm?"
>"I get to drink all the eggnog... but I might get... messy. And if I do, your punishment is to lick it off of me, bad boy~"
 
Continue it this way?
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Thu 01 Dec 2016 07:00:21 No.28977106 ViewReport
>>28977065
>>28977087
>>28977101
"Huh. Well you're completely right."
>"Wh-what?" Sunset feels her heart skip a beat as your eyes turn even colder towards her than those of her friends.
"You really should have remembered. How can you say you take this relationship seriously if you don't even remember when it started? Am I just a trophy for you? An excuse to say 'hurr I have a lover and he loves me very very much'."
>You walk behind her.
"We made a vow, Sunset. A very VERY serious and important vow that would never be broken. And that's the part that I'm angry about."
>"Wait! What do you mean." The tone of Sunset's voice itself is desperate to reverse this.
"You see, I understand that accidents happen, but this isn't the context in which that would be the case." You continue. "You see... I know what you did."
>"What I did?"
>You're making this up as you go along. And you have no idea why.
"I know you've been with Flash, Sunset. And I'm not talkin-"
>"What?! No! That's not it at all! I broke up with him before I ever even met you!"
"Let me finish. I'm not talking about when you were going out with him a long time ago. I saw you with him just a couple of days ago."
>"That's not true! I haven't talked to him in ages! You're getting the wrong idea!"
>Why can't you stop yourself? Is something controlling you?
"What, do you want me to tell your friends not to worry about it? I mean... you didn't say a word to me until after they gave you "dirty" looks. I'm starting to think that you're only worrying about yourself here. Your own reputation with me."
>"I'm telling you because I love you!"
"You say that, but i don't think I believe you, let alone love you back."
>Those words strike Sunset like an arrow, and not the kind that cupid fires.
>It hits Sunset right in the heart, piercing her soul as you do everything you can inside to try and take this back.
>But no other words come out except for what you don't want to say.
"Do you want me to kiss you or something?"
 
Now what do?
 
GreentextSavant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Thu 01 Dec 2016 05:19:59 No.28976907 ViewReport
>>28976040
>>28976044
>>28975861
>...
>The next day.
>Last night sure was upbeat, and not in the fun way.
>You get dressed after masturbating to Aria's picture and zoom out the door with a bagel in your mouth to suffice for a breakfast.
>Try not to break any speeding laws on the way over to the Dazzlings' house.
>Another text comes in, from Adagio's number.
>[You coming, baby?]
>Take a look at the clock. It's 11:55.
>Text her back the pic in >>28976731
>Make it to the house and get out of your car.
>Based on what Adagio told you last night, the other two girls were supposed to go somewhere else today.
>She's here alone.
>Happily knock on the door with an irreversible giddiness bubbling within you.
>You're almost giggling.
>The door opens and Adagio's hand beckons for you to enter. Her hand is the only thing you see, heightening the seductive feel to the moment.
>Her finger curls you towards her as the door is closed, revealing Adagio in a robe.
>"Well well well..." Adagio greets you in a low, sultry voice. "Looks like we got a drifter here."
"It's high noon." You meme.
>Adagio grins as she locks the door and gestures for you to follow.
>BEAU GESTE.
>You enter the living room alongside the siren, finding her two sisters sitting on the couch waiting for you. Completely naked, each of them.
"Wh-what?"
>Adagio slips out of her robe, revealing that she too is naked. "It's high noon indeed."
>The Dazzlings all corner you against the coffee table and start stripping you naked to join them.
>You are WAAAY more okay with this at first. Grabbing onto Aria's handlebars on the sides of her head.
>Getting a stable grip as the other two Dazzlings hold you down as Aria hops on top of your rock hard cock.
>Pretend you're rising the girl like a motorcycle as she rides you back.
>Riding eachother. Spraying sexy windex on eachother.
>"Yeehaw!"
S e e n t e x t G r a v a n t !!YL6hEWhx+gn Wed 30 Nov 2016 23:42:26 No.28975861 ViewReport
Quoted By: >>28976907
>>28971570
>It's time to fucking panic.
>Slip your pants on and text back with the most frantic fingers to Adagio.
>But your phone starts buzzing before you can send the message.
>She already texted something back. And it's an image.
>The thumbnail says all, your eyes grow wide and your asshole clenches in shock.
>Adagio sent you a picture presenting herself to you, her tiny lavender blouse thingy the only thing on covering pretty much just her shoulders.
>Everything else is bare, and she has her legs spread in the picture with a caption saying: [How strange. I guess I got better. Wanna meet up tomorrow? :^)]
>Stare at her sleek petite body in the picture for 127,000,000,000 hours before getting a text from Aria.
>[Why do you want me to drive Sonata to Taco Bell?]
[Nevermind, that was supposed to be to Adagio.] You respond before sending her the same phallus photograph. [Sonata told me there's a sale or something right in the middle of our thing we were doing. Oh, and I didn't sent the dicpic to her thank da lawd.]
>You can already tell that Adagio is going to want to keep this a secret from Aria.
>The girl is ALPHA AS FURK.
>[Ohh that's what they've been yelling about! It makes sense now. It's really been annoying me, especially since I can't tell them to pipe down because I'm... naked right now.]
>She send another message before you can type another one.
>[Also, ooh la la~] The reply to the pic you sent reads.
[Id like that.] You think about Sigmund Freud for no relevant reason a half second. [Can I have a pic of your head handles again?]
[Sure~ lemme go get the sexy windex.]
>Adagio texts you again.
>[Stunned, Darling?] Adagio sends you a picture of her ass this time.
>You could only read that in Rarity's singing voice for some reason.
[I... I... s-ure I'd love t-to come over, m'lady! :D] You are roleplaying now. [What time tomorrow?]
>Adagio replies. [High Noon, cowboy~]
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SeentextGravant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Tue 29 Nov 2016 23:52:22 No.28970064 ViewReport
Here's a preview, finally.
 
>>28901802
>Celestia's hip bumps into yours.
>Your hand finds its ways between the soft folds of skin under the confines of the woman's panties.
>Take some of the moisture with your fingers as you pull your hand away, hearing Celestia sigh before continuing her lesson.
>"A lot of people like to call this 'pre-cum'." She explains with a smile. "Both men and women can have this start to come out of their genitals whenever they are aroused. It helps moisten things up for lubrication purposes in a lot of cases."
>You feel her thumb brush by the tip of your erect penis, taking some clear liquid with it.
>Celestia softly shudders in excitement. "There's already some coming out of you."
>Nod just a little bit as she continues to explain everything to you the best she can.
>Celestia notices that your eyes are locked onto her body, catching glimpses of her pussy as the presence of your hand rubbing it pushes her panties out of the way for you to see what you're grabbing in the principal's goodie bag.
>Wrap your arm around her with exchanged giggles to stay nice and up close to your mentor.
>The hands on learning experience starts including kisses on the lips and appreciative moans that slip out of them.
>"Look at how erect you are." Celestia takes her hand away from your member for only a brief moment, but lightly pinches and collects your pre cum between her fingers. "It's impressive how much bigger you get, isn't it?"
>Unable to speak now, you nod again, eyeing the moist blotch on her purple panties before directing your eyes up to the principal's chest.
>Your arm wraps around her back and under her arm to reach the breasts you grab through her clothing. Celestia grins and leads you on to continue little by little as you nonverbally answer her.
>"You want to know more about these?" She undoes her jacket's top button to reveal her cleavage. Mmmmm... have you seen fully developed breasts in person before?" Her grin grows more promising.
SeentextGravant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Mon 28 Nov 2016 14:56:15 No.28960935 ViewReport
More of "Fuckin' Nature, continuing where I left off and doing... something I guess.
 
“All I remember is having sex with someone in my dream.” You consider lying to Trixie, but can’t get it all the way out. “Can’t remember who it was.”
>”Try to remember.” Trixie repeats.
>Her legs lock yours still from both sides, and she bear hugs you against the ground.
>”Your dream was about Trixie, wasn’t it?”
>You flare your nostrils and thrash your head around a little in attempt to escape.
“Why do you keep assuming that?”
>”You would have answered by now if it were someone else.”
“Well if you’re that sure, then why don’t you just get off of me already?”
>”Trixie wants to hear you say it.”
“Why?”
>”She just does!”
>You start to tremble, realizing that she probably actually does want to hear you say it whether she can confirm it to be true or not.
“Okay, fine! It was you! I couldn’t help it, okay? I’m 19! I’m a guy! I’m sharing a tent with a girl! The thoughts are like… they’re just gonna happen.”
>It takes you a few more seconds to realize that you have put your arms around Trixie.
>But the girl remains stationary on top of you.
>You try to ignore her breathing on your neck as she speaks to you again in a lower voice this time.
>”You better not do it again.” She finally breaks the longest pause.
>There’s nothing you can think of to respond with that this girl would presumably listen to.
“Can you get off of me now?”
>”Of course. Trixie wouldn’t want to revive those thoughts you’ve been having about her.”
>Her downward force is released from your body, and the two of you rise to your feet.
>With you questioning what the fuck just happened.
>...
 
What should happen the following night?
SeentextGravant !!YL6hEWhx+gn Sun 27 Nov 2016 23:40:58 No.28957347 ViewReport
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>>28956643
I don't know what that is, but here's a Gloriosa story.
 
Title: Rocks and Trees and Stuff.
 
>Pinkie Pie keeps telling Fluttershy that she should be excited to go with Maud and her nature group into the deep woods.
>They meet with the others in the parking lot. Grouping together at the edge of the asphalt.
>Treehugger, Sweet Leaf, Fluttershy, Maud and Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy watch Gloriosa approach them.
>"Welcome campers!" The leader announces. "I'm sure you all remember me from summer camp last year! Erhm... the good part, but still, I'll be your tour guide for our deep woods experience."
>Fluttershy starts to shiver and nervously look around.
>Gloriosa warmly smiles at her. "Aww, what's wrong? It's going to be fun."
>"Yeah, Fluttershy!" Pinkie Pie agrees. "You should have been there during the last one! Treehugger told you about how we all crossed the river, did she?"
>"Um..." Fluttershy's eyes dart back and forth between Gloriosa and Pinkie in search within her mind for something to say.
>"Ohh, I remember that..." Sweet Leaf recalls. "I think I learned how to swim that day."
>More back and forth banter happens, and Fluttershy kind of just shies away into the back of the group as they get started, carrying everything they packed for the multi-day long trip.
>Maud is already starting to point out to the groups what part of the woods they are in solely by the types of rocks that are nearby.
>Fluttershy prays to herself that they will find a place to set up camp before it even starts to get a little dark outside.
>Her legs are already starting to get tired. She starts to regret letting Maud, Pinkie and Treehugger talk her into this, but says nothing.
>The chirping of the birds starts to become more frequent and surrounding as the group passes over a couple of hills. Exploring even deeper into a part of the woods where none of them have gone before.
>They always choose a brand new spot to retain the feeling of mystery and adventure.
 
Continue?