Originally uploaded to Pastebin: March 30th, 2013
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An experimental story based on choices chosen by Anons in the thread. Each part was rolled for and picked out based on the number they ended with.

Let's get experimental.
I pray that there are a few people lurking at least.
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>Day choices in Equestria
>Wake up
>Yawn
>Scratch ass cheek
>A feeling of dread washes over you, like something terrible is going to happen
>You realise that somewhere in another parallel universe, another Anon felt the same thing
>Wanting to stand out and be the horrid little hipster that you are, you decide instead to feel 'unsure'
>Content and indecisive, you shit, shower and shave
>Walk downstairs
>Sit at the kitchen table and set your hands on it, twiddling your thumbs and waiting for something interesting to happen


-- Fluttershy crash lands into Anon's Lap with a POMF =3 --


>Anon doesn't seem to abide by his own rules
>With a middle finger extended to the universe, he simply wills his tale to continue
>It's a one time thing though because Blizzard can't balance for shit
>Before you can write a strongly worded letter to Capcom, Fluttershy bursts through your window, glass getting all over the place and creating several small lacerations on your face
>She bounces across the kitchen table like a sex crazed rubber ball and lands on your lap
>She sticks her tongue out and looks up at you, eyes full of hope
>"Pomf!"
You're not supposed to say 'pomf', chode.


-- >rape --


>Fluttershy's cheerful face drops
>She musters all the cuteness she can and tries to look scary
>">Rape!"
>You're not quite sure how she managed to pronounce the greater-than symbol, but she did it anyway
>While your mind struggles to comprehend how she says it, she presses herself forward and knocks you and the chair backwards
>Your back his the floor, knocking the wind out of you
>Your head hits the stone tiles
>Hurts like a mother fucker
>Fluttershy stands over you, drooling onto your chiselled features
>She's also making a mess of the suit you decided to wear this morning
>She gets to work trying to remove said suit, her horsegina already dripping everywhere


-- give in. it isn't like I'm... I mean... like Fluttershy is going to give in, right? --


>You decide that it's for the best to just give up
>The French would be proud
>You sigh and gaze into Fluttershy's madly twitching eyes
Ok, Fluttershy. You win. I surrender.
>Fluttershy squeals
>She doesn't stop squealing
>Her squeals reach such a volume that your ear drums burst and all the glass in your house shatters
>You watch in awe as Fluttershy squeals herself into a coma
>Then there is silence
>You stand up and prod Fluttershy with a foot
>She's fuckin' gone, man
>Look around
>The house is a wreck
>There is a knock on the door
>"Hey, Anon? It's Twilight. Have you seen Fluttershy anywhere?"
>You look down at the unconscious Fluttershy
>SHIT.


-- Camouflage yourself as a chair. --


>You think back to your grandpa's old war stories
>"Anon! When I was in the First World War I used to hide in the most obvious places! The enemy never found me!"
>The enemy never found him because he never fought in the first world war
>But the principle still stands
>You hastily throw together disguise and stay silent
>Twilight lets herself in
>As in, she melts the lock and pushes the door open, looking smug as shit
>You fucking hate the unicorn sometimes
>Could be worse though
>She could be an Alicorn
>BUT WHAT ARE THE CHANCES OF THAT HAPPENING, RIGHT?
>Twilight looks around the room
>She gasps and runs over to Fluttershy
>You hold your breath, your disguise is holding
>You duct-taped a chair to your chest and are led on the kitchen floor
>Don't move
>Her Mary Sueness is based on Movement


-- Slam her in the face with the chair when she isn't looking. --


>Twilight murmurs to herself and stands back up
>She starts to inspect your ruined kitchen, leaving Fluttershy's body next to you
>While she inspects your shattered windows, writing down clues on a note pad, you slowly peel the duct tape off your chest and stand up
>Using your incredibly ape-ancestor abilities of stealth and espionage, you creep up behind her, holding the wooden chair by it's legs above your head
>From your new view point, Twilight isn't actually writing down clues
>She's writing a "Suicide Note" for Fluttershy, complete with blood taken from the broken windows
>Woah
>Awesome
>But she's overpowered, and she's got to go
SURPRISE, MOTHER FUCKER.
>Twilight's head spins 180 degrees in shock
>"ANO-"
>You slam that purple faggot in the face as hard as you can
>The chair shatters, embedding splinters in her face and your hands
>She flies across the room and into the fridge
>The freezer door at the top opens
>Popsickles
>Hell yeah.
>You suck on one while you survey the two nearly dead ponies in your kitchen
>What a morning


-- Run with the speed of a thousand Kenyans and talk with Pinkie about what you did --


>You realise that you just took down two ponies in one morning before you even had breakfast
>If this was some kind of video game, you would have easily earned an achievement.
>But alas, this is a totally real event that is happening in a physical world full of non-fiction happenings.
>But you know who would love to hear about this?
>Pinkie Pie
>Your brain gives itself a pat on the Lobe Occipital and you run out the door
>Your urgency to tell Panka Pun about these cool happenings and rad events has somehow influenced your lower body strength
>Your legs pump faster than they have ever pumped before and you cause your very own sonic anonboom while you run to Sugarcube Corner
>You might have heard Rainbow Dash moan your name, but you couldn't hear over the sound of HOW FAST YOU'RE FUCKING RUNNING HOLY SHIT
>You scream as you put up your arms to defend yourself
>The wall of Sugarcube Corner meets you, but your velocity is too high to be stopped by the likes of wooden walls
>You crash through it and tumble over a table, sliding on your face into the kitchen
>Stand up, the skin on your face raw and bloody
>Pinkie Pie stares at you, lower jaw open
Pinkie.
>"Y-yes?"
You will never. Guess. What. Just. Happened.


-- Crashing through the wall actually made you forget what happened. You and Pinkie must now retrace your own actions. --


>"What Anon, WHAT?!"
I-....
>You pause
I uhhh... 
>Pinkie cocks her head
Fuck. I don't even know. How did I get here? Why is my face so sore?
>Pinkie shakes her head
>"Well I don't know! You just ran through the wall like ZOOM! And you've scared all the customers away you Dodo-head!
That's not a word
>"What are you a dictionary?"
>You chuckle. Not sure why, you just felt like you needed to do so
>Pinkie sighs
>"Well since my shift was ending anyway, should we try and figure out what's wrong with you?"
That's a great suggestion, Applejack!
>"Ooooh boy."
>You and Rarity step out of the you-shaped hole and head into town to try and figure out what the hell is going on


-- Suddenly, a dragon swoops you off your feet claiming that you are its long lost child. --


>"Holy cupcakes, Anon! A memory restoring plot device!"
>You remove your top hat that you stole from an upper-class tourist whilst the readers weren't looking and try to hold back your tears of joy
We did it, Pancake. We did it.
>Pinkie Pie gently nudges you forwards
>"Go on! Touch it! Remember!"
>She starts ominously saying "Remember" like that one part of the Lion King
>I loved that movie
>Fuckin' Simba.
>Before you can touch the plot device, the ground is torn from your feet and you find yourself soaring through the clouds
This isn't normal.
>Look up
>A gargantuan silver dragon with green scales and a shit load of mascara on is carrying you in her claws
>"MY CHILD! I THOUGHT I'D LOST YOU!"
>Welp. Father always said to play along when in the presence of giant delusional hellspawns
MOTHER! AT LAST!


-- You >rape the dragon --


>Your eyes widen as you remember something from your past
>Your most prominent fetish
>Dragons.
>You struggle to contain your boner, but you are unable to do so.
>Your dick, denser than the centre of a super-massive blackhole, is throbbing painfully
>You must have this dragon
>Mother or not.
>Just as the dragon flaps her wings and soars over a mountain, you use your pent up sexual frustration to wrench yourself from her grasp
>"MY CHILD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
YOU.
>"B-BUT WHY? CAN'T YOU SEE THE LIMITATIONS OF YOUR FEEBLE SEXUAL DRIVE?"
BUT THAT'S JUST IT, DRAGON. MY DICK IS AN EVER GROWING ENGINE OF LUST AND DESIRE
>Her eyes widen
LITTLE BY LITTLE, MY DICK GETS HARDER UNTIL IT CAN OVERCOME ALL OBSTACLES!
>You use your incredible strength to grip the dragon's behind
>You line yourself up at her giant dragon entrance
MY DICK IS THE DICK THAT SHALL PIECE THE DRAGON!
>The music in your head reaches a crescendo as you ram your entire length into the dragon
>The dragon roars in rage and loses control of it's motor skills, crashing into Canterlot and flattening over a hundred houses
>You pump away until you finish inside her
>Hop off the Dragon and pull up your pants
>Pat her on the ass
Call me.
>She can't answer. She might be a bit dead from crashing head first into the ground
>You put your hands on your hips and look at the scar of destruction created by the crash landing dragon
Great. Now what?


-- Acquire the Dragon's soul and become Anonkiin. --


>You turn back around and gaze at the dragon
>You hear a distant chanting in your mind
>Without even realising what you're doing, you raise a hand and feel the dragon's soul lingering around it's late body
>You focus, feeling the soul touch your fingers
>The moment it does, the soul rushes into you
>You feel the essence of the dragon fill every vein in your body, like in internal fire
>You cry out in pain, but as soon as it has started, it ends
>You gasp and clutch your head
>You feel stronger than ever
>A nearby pony crawls out of the wreckage of a house and limps over to you
>"W-what was that? Who are you?"
In your tongue I am Anonymous, DRAGONBORN!
>You suck in air and bellow out some words
FUS RO DAH!
>The pony stands there and stares at you
>"Uhhh, sorry?"
>Ahh shit.
>You aren't dragonborn at all!
>You only went and gave yourself a dragon STD!
>Great going, Anon. Who knows what freaky shit will happen to you now?


-- Spread the dragon disease around p0nyville --


>You muse to yourself for a moment
What would a dragon STD even do?
>The pony in front of you gasps
>"Not a dragon STD! Those afflicted will wander Equestria fucking everything they see! There is no known cure!"
..Right, so what you're saying to me is, I have to go back to Ponyville and spread the virus?
>"What?! No! You have to quarantine yourself, or set yourself on fire to purge the disease!"
Definitely getting a "Spread my gift" kinda vibe here
>"Are you insane?!"
Mmmm...
>Stroke your chin
Yes.
>Pin him down and fuck him in the ass as hard as you can, your dick empowered by the onset of Dragon STD, which from now on you have decided to call "Dragsexitus"
>The pony cries beneath you while you empty yourself inside his anus
>Pull out and tighten your belt
>The pony pulls himself into the foetal position
>"W-why?"
Why? For the glory of Nurgle of course!
>You raise your fists to the heavens and pray for Grandfather Nurgle to assist you in the spreading of his gift
>He hears your call, and answers in kind
>Open your eyes and find yourself in Ponyville
>A small yellow filly trots up to you
>"Howdy, thar, Ahnon! Fancy seein' you here!"
>Smile darkly at her
>It begins.


-- Only Twilights virginity may cure you, quick, goto twilight and rape her --


>Father Nurgle speaks to you while you plough that tight filly ass
>"My Child, know that I love you greatly. For your time of ascension is not yet at hand"
Nigga, really?
>Applebloom sobs beneath you, but you aren't really concentrating on her
>"Yes, dearest Anonymous. You must take the innocence of a virgin to cure you of this most wonderful ailment!"
Suppose I like having this curse?
>"I'll infect you with black death, syphilis, and genital warts for shits and giggles"
That's not very nice, Papa Nurgle
>"Don't fuck around with me, Anon. Go find a virgin. You can spread my plagues later, but not now."
God dammit.
>You pull out of Applebloom before you climax
>She pouts
>"N-not gonna finish?"
Don't be a slut, Applebloom. Leave that to Sweetie Belle.
>"Aww..."
>You stroll along the outskirts of Ponyville and towards your house
>Walk through your still open front door
>Fluttershy is still in a coma
>Twilight is slumped against the fridge
>Pick up her hind legs
>She's still warm, that'll make this easier
>Push your cock into her
>You meet resistance almost immediately
>Grunt and push past it
>You feel the hymen give way and you push all the way in
>Pull out
>Look at your dick
>Blood all over it
>Nurgle speaks once more
>"Congratulations, my child! You are cured!"
Woo hoo.
>Sigh and look down at Twilight
>She glares back
>...
>She wasn't dead.
>...
>OH SHIT.


-- She's wearing panties and she's got an apple up her ass. --


>You hold each other's gazes for a minute
>Twilight's hatred is evident in her eyes
>She spits out a few words slowly
>"I. WAS SAVING MYSELF. FOR CELESTIA"
Cool.
>With a scream she unleashes every spell she knows
>A long, drawn out fight occurs all over your house
>You run upside down
>Have sword fights
>Tickle each other playfully
>You get stabbed in the leg with a paring knife
>Twilight's cutie mark gets shaved off on one side
>Every item of furniture is destroyed or knocked over
>And still Twilight rages at you
>A loud explosion signifies the total annihilation of your bathroom
>Twilight teleports out of it and throws a few spells in your direction
>Backflip over an overturned table and watch as they liquefy whatever object was unfortunate enough to get hit
>You run out of your front door when she stops to cool down
>She screams and runs after you
>You run down the street wearing a singed suit covered in holes
>Your right shoulder is smouldering slightly
>Twilight erupts from your house, her eyes burning with intense fury
>She's also wearing a bright red thong and you can see an apple poking out of her asshole
>You don't understand how it got there
>Rage is on hell of a drug


-- Celestia appears, and lets Twilight know that they could never had had sex, as Celestia is actually Twilight's son --


>Twilight chases you through Ponyville, screaming insults and setting fire to everything except you
>She's a terrible shot
>Heh, good one, brain. You should totally tell her that
>Look over your shoulder at the enraged Unicorn
YOU'RE A TERRIBLE SHOT!
>That showed her!
>The ground beneath you shudders as Twilight's anger reaches new heights
>She's now bright white and her mane is made of fire
>Shitty OC 0/10 colour scheme would not cuddle
>Fuck off, brain. We left the OC General for a reason
>Before Twilight incinerates you, you freeze, held in place by a shining golden aura
>Uh oh
>You hear a majestic, boner inducing voice bellow out above the carnage
>"TWILIGHT SPARKLE!"
>A flash of bright light nearly blinds you
>When you open your eyes, Ponyville is completely fixed
>Nothing is on fire anymore
>Except for your suit
>Fucking Celestia
>The Princess touches down and stomps over the Twilight while you watch, still suspended
>"Twilight! I heard what you said"
>Twilight stammers
>"B-but how?"
>Celestia smiles
>"Yooou've coooome, such a looong looooooong waaay."
>What.
>"And I've watched yoooou from that veeeery fiiiiiirst day"
>Twilight just seems appalled
>"You've been watching me all this time?!"
>"Yes."
>"...EVERYTHING?!"
>Celestia winks at her
>"Oh yes. Which is also why I can never have sex with you."
>Twilight bursts into tears
>"But why?! I love you!"
>You yawn
>This is one mega-boring confrontation
>Pinkie Pie floats on by, suspended by her own bubble of golden aura
>"Tell me about it!"
>You look back at the pair
>"Because, Twilight... You are my son!"
>At that moment, Twilight explodes like an expensive vase, bits of Twilight-shaped pottery showering everywhere
>In her place now stands a male version of Twilight
>"For you are actually Prince Dusk Shine!"
THAT'S FUCKING RETARDED!
>"Shut up, Anonymous."


-- Wake up --


>Dusk Shine and Celestia both look your way
>You now notice their massive erect stallion dicks
>You struggle
>Can't move for shit, captain
>Celestia licks her lips as she walks towards you
>"Now, my son. Let us partake in some exotic fun"
>Dusk Shine nods, his face a picture of the purest rape
NO NO NO NO NOOO!

>You wake up panting
>Clutch your chest
>Your heart is hammering
>Breathe heavily and calm yourself
>The sun is streaming in through the cracks in the curtains
>Look at the calender on the wall
>Day 189 in Equestria
>Get up
>Shit, shower, shave.
>Go downstairs
>Pour yourself some oats
>Stare at the bowl
Why do I feel like something bad is going to happen?


-- Twilight arrives at Anon's house to show off her wings --


>You hear a knock on the door
Who could that be?
>You go over and open the door
>Twilight is stood proudly in front of you
>She has the smuggest look imaginable on her face
>You just want to slap the little shit for looking so smug
>What, she just thinks she can knock on your door and not suffer for it?
>Fuck that bitch
>You need to show her who's boss
>Before you can show that bitch who's boss, she unfurls her wings
>"Like them?"
>You gawp at her
>Your heart starts pounding in your chest
>Take a step back, shaking your head slowly
W-w-why?
>You can't handle it
>Drop to your knees and sob as hard as you can
WHY? FUCKING WHYYYY?
>Twilight looks taken aback
>Fluttershy, who was hidden in your plant pot, jumps out and starts consoling you
>"There there, Anon, it's ok... Shhhhh..."
>You bury your face in Fluttershy's comforting embrace, tears streaking down your face
T-they r-ruined her...
>"It's ok, Anon, of course more people need to cater to your specific tastes.. Of course they're wrong for doing things you don't like..."
>She shoots Twilight a dirty look
>"I think you need to leave"
>Twilight bows her head and walks away, feeling sorry for herself
>Fluttershy helps you up and follows you inside


-- lick Fluttershy's butthole --


>Fluttershy spends the whole morning making you feel better
>She's such a great friend
>She puts loads of purple stuff on your food and in your drinks, but she's still a great FRIEND
>You love your FRIENDS
>You need to show your FRIENDS that you love them
>Fluttershy looks deep into your eyes, and you into hers
>You think quickly of the most romantic thing to say in this incredibly intimate situation
>OK, ANON, DON'T FUCK THIS UP.
Fluttershy...
>"Y-yes, Anon?"
Could I lick your asshole
>Your brain commits ritual bukkake
>Fluttershy blushes
>"A-anon! I didn't think y-you liked me that much..."
>Suddenly you're both wearing Japanese school uniforms
>Fluttershy hikes up her skirt
>"B-be gentle..."
>You lean in and press your face between those amazingly soft cheeks
>Fluttershy moans from the sensation of your breath on her puckered little butthole
>You slowly extend your long and push it inside
>It tastes tangy


-- Keep going until someone catches the two. Anon has no dignity anymore. --


>You push your tongue deep inside her, tasting her rectal walls
>For some reason, a single tear forms in your eye and slides down your cheek
>You also feel empty and cold inside
>You resign to eating out Fluttershy's asshole all afternoon
>Fluttershy screams in pleasure and rubs herself to your rhythmic licking
>You feel nothing inside
>All that matters is the licking
>More tears streak down your face
>Fluttershy takes this as tears of happiness
>But you feel no happiness
>You long since forgot what it means to feel anything
>Lick, lick, lick. that's all you do for 6 straight hours
>A knock on the door sounds distant
>Fluttershy screams and orgasms again, covering your chin in juices
>You keep licking, your tastebuds long since become accustomed to the taste of flutterpoop
>You would feel disgust, but nothing phases you anymore
>At that moment, you hear a loud gasp
>Fluttershy pushes you away from her, and your tongue leaves her asshole
>You look around, dazed and confused
>Rarity is aghast and looking like she's about to faint
>Fluttershy stammers
>"H-hello umm..."
>She eeps and flies out of the window
>Rarity just stares at you
>Your tongue is still hanging out
>It's numb


-- They star in a movie rapes on a train. --


>Rarity slowly begins to speak
>"...Anonymous... I recently uhh, came into a bit of a job prospect. You're aware of how good I am at acting, yes?"
>You look at your wall
>Pictures of Rarity screaming in various poses greet you
>Turn back to Rarity
Yeah?
>"Well, I was told that I could star in my own motion picture! Isn't that exciting!"
I guess, yeah. What does that have to do with me?
>"Ah, the director, a close friend of mine, said that he needed an actor to play the lead role! Would you like to do it?"
My tongue tastes like shit.
>"Wonderful! I shall meet you at the train station in 3 hours!"
>3 hours later you're at the train station with Rarity
Woah, wait. That happened way too fast!
>"We don't have time for conventional pacing, Anonymous! We need to make another jump to get to the point of the story!"
What? NO, NOT AGAIN!
>A massive wormhole opens before you
>Rarity pushes you in and jumps after you
>You tumble and fall through reality's back door
>A loud crackling and the sensation of static electricity all over your body meets you
>Blink a few times
>Rarity exits the wormhole behind you and crashes into your back
>You fall to the floor with a whimper
>Man up, pussy
>Consider it manned, brain.
>Rarity gets up off your back and trots into vision
>"Come along, Anonymous! It's one year later! We have to go and see our film premier!"
>Oh shit.
>You actually made a movie called "Rapes on a Train" with Rarity
>And now you're going to watch said movie
>You don't even remember the script of film itself
>One shudders to imagine what inhuman horrors lie inside that theatre


-- Twilight crashes to the window and knocks Rarity unconscious, she then takes you to the library --


>"Zac Maxboner! The rapes are everywhere! Train passengers are being violated left right and centre!"
>You, wearing a horse head mask, put on some sunshades and pick up the alicorn amulet 
We rape the rape, Tits McLargecrotch.
>You and Rarity charge into a passenger car, shooting hideous parodies of Fluttershy with large purple laser beams
>Screams and explosions fill the train
>You turn to Rari- Tits McLargecrotch
TITS! THERE'S TOO MANY OF THEM!
>Tits turns around in slow motion, explosions lighting up the set behind her as she blinks slowly
>"Zac! I love you!"
>Before you can answer, Twilight god damn Sparkle crashes through a carriage window and kicks Tits in the head
TITS! NOOOOO!
>Twilight cackles, lightning flashing behind her
>"AND NOW YOU'RE ALL MINE, ZAC MAXBONER!"
>She encases you in a purple magic field and flies both you and her out of the train
>You watch and scream with anger as the train implodes, killing everyone onboard
>Twilight flies you to her evil lair, a giant tree with a cute little garden out front
>It looks nice.
>Meanwhile, in the cinema, you zone out
>When you snap to, the movie is over and the credits are rolling
>Rarity is in tears
>"W-wasn't that just the most amazing film ever?"
It was shit
>"Yes, it was, really"
Who was your director friend?
>"Micheal Hay."
>BA DUM TSSSSSS


-- You go back to your house to get some sleep --


>Tired as hell and fed up with everything from time-jumps to shit movies with no plot, you decide to go home
>A quick prayer to Nurgle lands you back at your house in the correct time line
>He says you'll owe him when you die
>That's future Anons problem
>Push open the front door
>Walk upstairs after locking it and hanging up your jacket
>Collapse on the bed
>Man, what a day
>It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep
>Life here can get tiring.


-- You hear knocking on your door, you open to see Twilight, she couldn't sleep because she is in heat --


>Dreamland is awesome
>No ponies
>No rape
>Just you, hot supermodels, and video games
>Ahhh, the joys of the unconscious mind
>You float over to another large breasted woman so that you may have you way with her
>She opens her mouth
>You hear door knocks
...What?
>The supermodel laughs and tries to speak again
>All you can hear is door knocking

>Day midnight in Equestria
>Wake up
FUCK!
>Stomp downstairs and throw open the door
>Twilight is there, looking less smug
>She still has the wings though
>You're too tired and angry to cry
WHAT.
>"A-anon... I need help..."
Unless it's cancer, I don't give a shit
>"I'm... I'm in heat. Please, I need help!"
>Heat, eh?
>What an interesting turn of events
>Its seems that estrus is upon us
>Woe betide any men in the area when it happens
>...
>Wait...
>...
>FUCK.


-- She wants you to give her some ointment and lets you go back to bed afterwards. --


So let me guess, I'm going to have to have sex with you, or barricade my entire house spending the week fending off horny mares in some kind of R-rated Zombie Apocalypse, but with sex instead of cannibalism?
>Twilight stares at you
>"Uhh. No. You have some cream that can help me, should be called '2H1-T'."
Oh... My mistake
>Twilight laughs nervously
Yeah, uhh. No problem, I guess.
>You walk upstairs to the bathroom and get the ointment
Why do I even have this?
>Turn over the bottle
>"Also works as mouthwash"
Ah.
>Walk downstairs again and hand her the bottle
>She takes it, sighing in relief
>"Thanks, Anon. It can get pretty unbearable during heat"
No problem, Twilight. You have a nice night.
>Hear a cough
>You and Twilight look left
>Applejack is stood there
>"Ya know, there're other cures fer heat, Twi."
>Twilight smiles
>"I know, Applejack. But I prefer the cream. It's less hassle"
>Applejack stares at her
>And slaps the bottle out of her hoof
>The bottle shatters
>You, Twilight and Applejack stare at it for a moment
Uh oh.


-- Applejack has already been satisfied by her brother, Twilight needs your dick --


>Applejack chuckles
>"Ya'll have a nice night now."
>She struts off, you see something dribbling from her rear but it's hard to tell what under the moonlight
>Look back at Twilight
>She's whimpering
>She raises her head and looks at you, with eyes full of pain
>"Anon... Help..."
>Well fucking shit, looks like you're in quite the conundrum
>You think back to what your redneck uncle used to tell you
>"NAH, ANAN. WHAT YA NEED TA DO IS FUCK HER GENTLY, NOT HARD. HORSES HATE IT HARD. WAHEY!"
>Uncle Redmond was weird.
>You sigh and kneel down
Would you like me to help you with your little problem, Twilight?
>She sniffs and nods
>"Y-yes please"
>You take Twilight inside and lead her into your bedroom
>Lay her down on the bed
>Gaze into her bright eyes and smile
>Lean in for a kiss
>[SCENE REDACTED]

Oh my god, I am so sorry, guys. The part of my brain that writes clop just quit.
J-just make up what you think will happen, okay? They have sex. That's all you need to know.

>A distant rooster call wakes you up
>Stir slightly and look down at the purple alicorn gently snoozing
>Pull her in closer and smile
>Last night was awesome
>Twilight's eyes flutter open and she nuzzles you
>"Thank you, Anon"
>You both lie in bed for a while longer, enjoying each other's warmth and company
>What a perfect morning.


-- everything ends. for ever. no sequels -- (<-- I fucking LOVED this answer. Nice one, Anon.)


>Twilight cuddles up closer to you
>"Anon?"
Yeah?
>"Can... Can I stay with you for today?"
>You shift to get a better look at her
>She smiles up at you shyly
Sure thing, Twi.
>You both get out of bed and make some food.
>You joke and laugh with her, she giggles cutely and blushes at every turn
>Trips around Ponyville that day go perfectly, and you only end up liking Twilight even more
>By the end of the day, you're sat outside your house on the grass, drinking cold apple juice and stroking Twilight's mane while she reads a book
>Applejack passes by 
>She sees you and Twilight
>Twilight blushes
>Applejack winks at you and carries on about her business
>She didn't need to say anything. Her intentions were clear

>As the days roll by you and Twilight get closer together, happy in each other's company

>Eventually you would have gotten married, and though you couldn't have kids, every day you spent with that mare was just as magical as the last

>All good things must come to an end though, and being an Alicorn, Twilight inevitably outlives you

>You lie on your bed 70 years later
>You've lived a long life
>A happy life
>Your cracked lips form a smile and your hand strokes Twilight's mane as she sits by your side
>Sunlight is peeking in through the windows
>Twilight is by your side
>Everything is just perfect
>Twilight starts to tear up again
>You shush her
It's ok, Twilight... Don't be sad. You made me the happiest...
>You feel yourself going
Man...
>Your eyes droop

Alive...

The End
Thanks for participating everyone. This was a fun little journey.

You guys are great.
<3