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>>42550313
Fuck, I forgot to post a pic when I watched the thread on the last page, sorry
Was busy the whole weekend because I was in the marecon to give a proper attention to the thread

pedo thread

Sliderfag got us

>>42550342
It's all good. On the bright side, I fixed the Icarian Love link. I noticed in the last thread that the op had an outdated version of the story.

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>>42550344
imagine wasting literal hours of your life on sliding a thread just to see that someone just remade it

>>42550344
probably him >>42550343

>>42550313
precious Scootypuff. must protect.

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Filly Dashie
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>>42550820
so sportical!!

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That's meant to be the 1930 World Cup ball by the way

>>42550834
what do the laces do

>>42550820
You just know filly Dash would refuse to wear shoes no matter what..

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>>42550834
Why? We're in the 20s no? Even though it doesn't feel as roaring as the last one.

>>42550344
It was likely the long lulls of inactivity when your requests aren't being constantly filled.
You're used to being spoiled here.

More slidebump

>>42550820
Nice

>>42551101
Mmm flapper lolis

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Shimmer!

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>>42552763
Sadly there's no art of that

A change needs to be made here. Other generals died and came back because people got complacent with immediate gratification.

That needs to change.

If this general, or any general here, is to survive, then y'all need to start writing more, learn to draw, take art and story requests. Even if it takes you a month to draw it, draw it anyway. Even if it takes you a year to write it, write it anyway.

We will not survive on AI forever. Nothing against the AI-Anon posting. But people need to step up and contribute. There's only two active writefags in these threads, and it's sometimes weeks between updates.

I'd like to see what the rest of you offer. Join us.

>>42553607
Bro will you just shut the fuck up? Every single goddamn thread you just sit there and complain, fuck off and ignore it if it bothers you that much

>>42553614
Not the same anon, you retard.

>>42553614
I mean is he wrong
I like the gennies but I want more human shit in these threads for a while

>>42553806
Once instant gratification has set in, I imagine that people's willingness to actually read/write green will be lower than what it already was. When a green is likely to be sandwiched by either gens, or gen requests, I can see it getting overshadowed pretty easily. As a writefag myself, I can tell you that I wouldn't want to try and compete for that attention.

>>42553875
It's just depressing, we get gigantic updates from Time Is All We Have that take up a good fourth of a thread half the time and the most it gets is a "nice" or that one anon that replies to every single post, but people post an ai image that probably took five minutes to generate and it's nothing but ai gens all the way down
I wanna see more people trying their hand at drawing or writing, especially drawing
If we just let ai stuff take over without any pushback, this thread wont make it to next year

>>42553806
Yes, before the AI content, this general was just an image bump, the IA is the saving grace this general needs.
Stopping the AI gens won't make artists start drawing for this general.

>>42554052
The anons complaining about the AI content want this general to die, just ignore them

>>42554079
It's already becoming an AI image bump, the fuck you mean

>>42553875
i'm just too tired.
i miss writing green

>>42553972
i wouldn't need a LOT of money in exchange for drawing.. like seriously i will fi dolla you a sketch..

>>42553972
>but people post an ai image that probably took five minutes to generate
Tell me you have no idea how AI image gens work without telling me you have no idea.

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Fuck all this image debate, what we really need are more greens. Look how much life the Scoots Apocalypse green has brought to this general

>>42554480
I'm still waiting for someone to make fan art for that story. Not impatiently, I'd just love to see other depictions.

>>42554538
Didn't they do that already? I remember a few gens and some handdrawn art of it

>>42554550
NTA, but I know the AI Anon made gens of it, but as far as I know the only art made of it is by the green writer.

>>42554480
any good prompts?

>>42554859
I personally am a big fan of, and used to write a bit of, incest green involving Anon being Scootaloo or Apple Bloom's big brother and/or twin brother. Themes of protecting her from stuff, her providing emotional support, that kinda shit. Uhh what else... might be nice to have a sleepover green where tree hugger gets the other human fillies high and they run across the hall to Anon's room...

>>42554859
I'll see if I can find the prompts we had a dozen or so threads back

>>42554859
I've been thinking of following my "Goverment Lolita" story and maybe make it into a short series, but I don't know how well will be received.
Mainly because I've been toying with ideas. I don't think people here will like AB looking over a mexican who doesn't speak english, which goes to funny missunderstandings. Or a semi NTR story, where Wind Sprint's sport teacher falls in lover with her, while she mocks Quibble for being a wanker with big levels of cunny brainrot.
And the less I talk about DT and SS the better.

>>42554958
looking over?

>>42555000
Just toying with the ideas. It's been also a long time since I wrote... anything. I kinda miss it.

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>>42554859
Found it. Here are some prompts from a few months ago.
Forgive me for the reddit spacing. Lets discuss some of the settings or potential settings for /jdb/


There's the modern setting of course. What else can be said? It's the time we currently live in, maybe a couple years behind or ahead. Loving lolis is illegal, but that's where the thrill comes in. The fun of having to sneak around and not be caught.

There is the post apocalypse, obviously we don't want to step on anyone's toes but the post apocalypse offers tons of ideas, it doesn't even have to be fallout related, could be just a generic event. Maybe even a zombie outbreak, wouldn't that be neat.
Having to struggle to live, but now freed from the shackles of society, a great setting for loving lolis. Though perhaps one that isn't Scootaloo this time.

Speaking of zombies, you can of course choose the fantasy/skyrim/adventure isekai route and have a setting where Might and Magic dominate the land. I know we've talked about loli guilds, and rescuing orphans and recruiting them into your adventuring party but there's so much more.
This is a world where our rules don't necessarily apply, people might think nothing of an older man having a young girl as his bedwarmer. Not to mention all the exotic races your loli could be, Bunny Girl Sweetie Belle anyone?

The complete opposite route is having a futuristic/space sci-fi setting. A place where an alien loli who is actually 300 years old ala the Asari from Mass Effect is a common occurrence. Could even include some of your favorite games in here as a crossover, Star Wars, Halo etc.
Explore strange new horizons, meet new and interesting lolis, and fuck them.

We could also go for something Historical, something like a medieval time piece, where you are engaged to a young princess. Marrying someone young was not uncommon, nor was having multiple mistresses. Or perhaps something set in the Wild West? Lil Apple Bloom all alone, in need of a good man to help her on the farm out on the American Frontier.

It could even be an ancient Egypt green. I know we've had a few Egyptian princess loli AI images generated, why not some green to go along with them? Imagine being a retainer to the young empress, having to cater to her every need. And I do mean "every" need.

Speaking of AI inspiration, how about a tale of being an Indiana Jones type? Out exploring the Amazon or African rainforests and discovering a tribe of Amazonian lolis, who are in desperate need of a male to breed them. Alternatively something like Tarzan? But with a girl instead of a guy?

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>>42555024
Maybe you want to give in to your inner Jane Austen and write something about Regency-era England? An actual honest to god romance, where the only difference is the girls are adolescents. Silver Spoon and DT are a perfect fit, or maybe a young Rarity.

There is also the incest angle if you want a story that's quick and easy to transition into lewdness, though personally I'd like for /jdb/ to avoid doing this too much. Tends to bring out tons of drama and shitposts. A green now and then is fine tho.

Supernatural romance is also a thing. Very popular with the ladies, if you're looking to go pro and are simply using this place as a way to build up your writing chops, then this could be an attractive choice. A cute loli werewolf girl like the one from Ghoul School would be a good pick. Or how about a vampire loli like Babette? Long lived but extremely young looking, DTF.

School settings. I hesitate to list this as it's own genre but I'd figure you can do a lot with it. After all it's super popular in anime for a reason.
From typical setting where you can be a teacher "tutoring" a loli, to being in the school yourself and having a childhood romance.
And of course all the "weird" school setting, from a hentai porn plot where every girl in the school needs to have sex, to Anon being in monster school, or perhaps a witch school. (Remember Anon in Witch School?)

Are there any other settings you can think of?

>>42555008
no I mean, I don't understand what that would mean, and why we wouldn't like it
the story is about her examining his appearance? I'm lost

>>42555027
you mentioned historical, I am also never sick of fantasy. I mean i'm sick of it being done poorly, but.. it particularly well fits horse people.
in fact now I'm imagining a kind of twisted take on The Last Unicorn with Twilight where she actually really WANTED to try being human but she's clumsy and bad at it, and all kinds of funny and lewd things happen as a result.. various.. entanglements. like she finds she still can't stand wearing clothes and gets them off whenever she can get away with it.

>>42555037
"looking over" as in "taking care of"

>>42555047
Ohhh gotcha. Where are you from? In America we say "looking after"
or is this one of those things like new york people saying 'waiting on line' instead of in line? Dialects are fascinating.

>>42555062
South. I usually mixed "over" and "after".

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>>42555024
1800s green!
>>42555047
Don't worry I (Arizonian) understood what you meant

>>42555064
well now all I can think of is 'i'm lookin' over a four-leafed clover'

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>>42555069
>1800s green!
twist: it's filly granny smith you're with

also twist: Twist. She's cute. I'd like a green about awkward and giggly hangouts with her. Maybe she's that weird kid that came over to your house a lot and you never figured out why.

>>42555115
I'd love a Twist green where you bump into her at a nerdy convention, and she becomes super attached to you after wandering around the convention with you.

>>42555120
yesss that'd be cute as shit.
>"You like Muffin Time too? I was worried you'd think I was weird.."
>You don't have the heart to tell her that you really only like the first two seasons
the hard part would be writing her speech impediment properly.

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>>42503292

FOUR DAYS LATER
JANUARY 5, 2024

BLAM!
>The sound of a single gunshot rings outward, echoing across Canterlot. Some birds squawk and flee in a panic, but silence follows soon after.
>You hold Scootaloo's revolver in your hand, aiming in the direction of a now-shattered glass bottle, its contents scattered in the snow below. The barrel of the gun smokes from the shot you'd just fired.
>Scootaloo stands beside you, wearing noise-canceling earmuffs to protect her hearing.
>As you promised yourself last week, you made the effort to teach Scootaloo how to shoot. She was old enough to understand that—even if she was a little hesitant to pick it up again.
>You check the cylinder—three bullets left.
>You look at Scootaloo and point to the muffs, hinting to take them off for a moment. Curiously, she obliges.
"Alright," you begin, "so you see how I relaxed my breathing?"
>She nodded.
"You wanna try and do that just before you fire. It'll make it easier to hit what you're aiming at."
>You step forward and hold the gun out to her.
>Reluctantly, Scootaloo takes it, taking care not to point it at you.
>"Why are we doing this again?" Scootaloo asks curiously as she holds the gun properly in her grasp.
>You hold Scootaloo by the shoulders and make an effort to adjust her posture, facing her in the direction of the other intact bottles.
"Well, I gotta make sure you know how to use this thing the right way," you explain. "One of these days, it's gonna be important."
>She glanced up at you.
>"For people...?"
>You sigh softly through your nose and give her shoulders a gentle squeeze.
"Especially people. Not everyone we meet's gonna be bad, but... just in case, remember?"
>Scootaloo gives you a faint smile and nods.
"Alright. Muffs back on."
>You place your ear muffs back over your ears, and Scootaloo does the same with her own. Having adjusted her stance, you help her take aim at the next bottle in line.
"Alright, ready?"
>She nods firmly.
>After a moment, the gun fires. Scootaloo's arms recoil hard, sending the gun aiming into the air, but otherwise she's able to keep her grip on it.
>You both look at the row of bottles—only to find none of them were hit.
>Scootaloo takes aim at them again, takes a quick breath, stiffens her muscles, and fires.
>Again, she misses.
>"Agh, fucking thing!" she exclaims frustratedly.
>But you're there to soothe her as you massage her shoulders.
"It's alright," you tell her. "Just breathe slowly and aim."
>Scootaloo, although reluctant to try again, ultimately takes a few deep breaths and adjusts the grip on her gun. She closes her eyes, sighs, and opens them again.
>Slowly, she aims the gun at the bottle and takes another deep breath.
>She sighs.
BLAM!
>The bottle shatters into pieces as the bullet goes right through it.
>Scootaloo's lips curve into a cheerful smile, and she bounces softly in place, struggling to contain her joy.

>>42555221
>You ruffle her hair proudly, and she giggles and blushes in response.
"Good job, kiddo~"
>You then adjust her posture again, standing forward.
"Alright, think you can get the others?"
>"Uh-huh, I think so...!"
"Alright, ready?"
>With a firm nod, Scootaloo aims for the remaining bottles.
"Breathe."
>Inhale. Exhale.
"Go."
*click*
*click*
>Scootaloo looks at the gun bewildered for a moment.
>You start to laugh sheepishly before she even checks the cylinder.
"We should probably reload it first, yeah?" you joke.
>"Oh, ha-ha~" Scootaloo laughed sarcastically.
>But she couldn't hide that smile for long.

=====

>Scootaloo was smart.
>Very smart.
>You thought teaching her how to shoot—and with a snub-nosed, no less!—would be a challenge in itself, but she managed to surprise you with a fair bit of knowledge.
>From reloading to posture, she seemed to know almost as much as you did.
>Initially you had doubts, but the gun -did- belong to her father—you guessed he taught her just enough to defend herself in a basic situation.
>Your first encounter with her proved that much...
>Another thing you were impressed by was the sheer strength she had in her arms just from withstanding the gun's recoil.
>Sure, she fumbled the first couple times, but she was quick to recover after the fact!
>She still needed to work on her aim, but there were still other days for that.
>In the meantime, it was best to save all the ammo that was left.
>You took a brief inventory during lunch and counted no more than eighteen rounds.
>The nearest police station was roughly a mile west, near downtown, judging from the map.
>You marked it down on the map; it wasn't a necessity right now, but it wouldn't hurt to give it a look next chance you get.
>Traveling was scarce, both thanks to the snow cover and the battery. There was enough juice to get to the coast, for example, but you still didn't want to get too greedy.
>Recharging it was sometimes more work than it was worth, to the point where your considered gunning it to the nearest power plant to try and get it running again.
>Never mind that you have no idea how to do that, but it was better than trying to charge an electric vehicle with what you had.
>When you weren't plowing the roads or going for a quiet joyride around town, you and Scootaloo were inside, keeping each other company.
>You set up the hallways for Scootaloo to, at the very least, try out her electric scooter. At some point every day, you'd hear it zipping up and down the hall.
>You felt bad that she couldn't ride it outside just yet, but she seemed to be having fun in spite of it.
*CLICK*
>And with that, the first roll of camera film was gone.
>Many more to go!
>At the end of every day, the two of you would cook dinner over the wood stove, eat and talk about whatever came to mind, watch a movie afterward, and then go to bed.
>But not every night was so simple.

>>42555225
"F-Fuck... right there... good girl..."
>Ever since New Years Night, you allowed yourself to finally give in to the temptations and enjoy those carnal pleasures.
>And right now, that included Scootaloo giving you a blowjob on the couch.
>You struggled to stay quiet as the young girl's mouth bobbed up and down in an unsteady rhythm, but still managed to make you tingle all over.
>It amazed you just how -experienced- she was for her age. You still had doubts about her learning this solely from porn...
>But in the moment, you didn't think about that.
>You just thought about the load you were about to unload in her mouth.
>But Scootaloo knew by now when you were close—hence why she pulled her mouth away and grabbed a tissue from the nearby nightstand.
>She held the cloth over your tip and continued to jerk you off with fervor.
"Cumming..." you say softly, the only warning she got.
>A single hiccup left your throat, followed by shallow moans, as you finally reach orgasm, firing off your loads right into the tissue.
>"Whoa... cool...!" Scootaloo exclaimed quietly with a grin as she watched the fabric soak with your seed.
>After another several moments of slow pumping, Scootaloo stopped and pulled away from you, holding the cum tissue in her hand.
>"Eugh," Scootaloo grimaced playfully. "Where's the bag?"
>With a weak chuckle, you reach beside the couch and grab a small plastic bag. It was full of tissues—all from the last few days alone.
>Thanks to her.
>Scootaloo tossed the tissue into the bag, adding to the collection. You set the bag down next to the couch and make a note to throw it in the trash later.
>"So I did good that time, right?" Scootaloo asked you, kneeling beside you with a cute, hopeful grin on her face.
>You chuckle and muss her hair a bit.
"You did great, kiddo," you assure her. "But remember though, just switch your arms if they get tired."
>"I mean, yeah, duh! But you were already gonna cum and I didn't wanna ruin it, so..."
>Scootaloo giggled sheepishly.
"That's alright," you reassure her with a smile. "Don't wear yourself out just to make me feel good."
>"Alright..." she replied with a blush.
>That blush only intensified after you kissed her on the lips for the third time today.
>She shuddered through her nose, her warm breath washing over your face.
>All you could do was smile and lean down to kiss her neck, while one of your hands slowly snaked its way down to the hem of her shorts, disappearing underneath.
>Scootaloo whimpered at your touch, tugging weakly at your shirt.
>You pull away only slightly, just to watch your fingers rub at her exposed clitoris.
>It was hard not to get... well, hard at the sight.
"D'you want me to take care of you too?" you asked her.
>Always.
>Scootaloo nodded feverishly and whined, grinding up against your hand in response.
"Okay, lie down for me."
>The young girl wasted no time in laying on her back, propped up only by pillows.

>>42555229
>You got her pants and panties off in no time, leaving her nearly bare before you. You wet the tip of your thumb with your tongue and looked over to Scootaloo one more time.
>She was breathing heavily to herself, but the moment her eyes met yours, she smiled.
>With a smile of your own, you started rubbing her clit.
>Scootaloo's head fell back into the pillow and she panted softly with pleasure, her legs instinctively wrapping over your shoulders.
>Her pussy clenched the air with every subtle dig you made against her nub, squeezing at her thighs in a teasing manner.
>She was soaking by now, her juices seeping into the cushions—the same ones you washed only yesterday.
>But that was okay.
>You were more focused on her scent.
>The two of you bathed only a couple hours ago, and the fragrance of Scootaloo's body wash, mixed with her own natural scent, hit your nostrils.
>It was intoxicating in the best way imaginable.
>You wanted more.
>You got closer to her pussy, putting less emphasis on your rubbing efforts, and the scent only intensified.
>Soon, you were just inches away from her flower.
>And it smelled so good.
>What did she taste like?
>"Anon...? W-Why'd you st—"
>You started licking her pussy, and immediately the girl let out a gasp and a whine, overcome with this newfound sensation.
>Meanwhile, you continued to eat her out, lapping at her flower—softly at first, before gradually picking up speed and digging your tongue deeper beneath her folds.
>You heard stories about how pussy tastes like chicken.
>Who knew they were right?
>You couldn't stop. You didn't really know why: Whether it was the taste or the adorable noises coming out of Scootaloo's throat, you were getting carried away.
>Lick, lick, lick you went, your head buried between Scootaloo's legs as you propped them over your shoulders with your hands.
>The young girl's body started to tense up, and her voice increased in pitch and volume.
>If there was anyone still around, the whole floor would hear her.
>What if...?
>"A-Anon...! I...!"
>There it was.
>You smiled between licks, and you didn't stop for one moment.
>Scootaloo's hands came to rest on your head, sinking between your hair, but the girl had no intention of pushing you away or stopping you.
>You let out a deep, long hum and reached up for her hands.
>She didn't hesitate to grab them.
>Something.
>Anything.
>"A-AAH!"
>Scootaloo let out a girly shriek as she finally came.
>It was the hottest thing you'd seen today.
>You cupped your lips against her pussy and sat firmly still as the young girl's juices filled your mouth.
>The taste was unlike anything you've known. It was tangy and sweet, like freshly plucked peaches.
>You lapped at it between squirts, wanting to swallow every last drop.
>You almost didn't want to pull away. You only did because Scootaloo finally told you to stop, completely overwhelmed by your tongue on her soft, sensitive parts.

>>42555232
>The poor girl was left hyperventilating and staring at the ceiling, babbling incoherent nonsense and struggling to look with both eyes.
>She was completely -stunned-.
>When she finally came to a minute later, you were already wiping her down and helping her put her pants back on.
>She leaned over to the side to see the stains she'd left on the sofa.
>"... SssSorryy..." she mumbled almost tiredly.
>You just crawled over her and gave her a peck on the lips.
"It's alright," you assure with a smile. "D'you want me to bring you to bed?"
>"Mmmnnh... nnoo... jussst wanna nap a minnnute..."
>You couldn't help but smirk.
"Alright~"
>You gently planted a kiss on her forehead.
>A minute later, she was fast asleep.
>You slept by her side.
>As always.

__________

>From that moment onward, you embraced your newfound relationship with Scootaloo.
>There was the little part of you deep down that still believed, above all else, that it was wrong.
>But as long as Scootaloo was happy, that was all that mattered to you now.
>The two of you never went a day without sex. Even if it was as simple as a handjob and your fingers, or humping her to completion, you both went to bed happy.
>Being as cooped up in the dorm as you were, and running out of new things to talk about, it was just another way to have fun.
>You didn't really like calling it that...
>But Scootaloo certainly did.
>No matter what either of you did, you made sure that Scootaloo was okay with it—even going so far as to let her initiate things herself.
>You can't recall how often you would both be either in bed or on the couch, and before you know it, she's pumping your third orgasm of the day out of you.
>It was easier to make her cum.
>And the noises... the squeaks, the whines, the little squeals she tried hiding from earshot...
>It always got you back in the mood.
>You wondered if she would ever get bored of it and decide not to do it anymore.
>But by the end of January, you'd gone through several boxes of tissues and wiped down the couch and beds more times than you can count.
>This girl was insatiable!
>But if she was happy, you're happy.
>Even after several weeks, the two of you were still finding ways to make things fun.
>A couple times, Scootaloo would wander around the dorm naked.
>She'd eat breakfast or watch TV wearing absolutely nothing at all, both getting comfortable and also trying to see how long it would be before you had your hands all over her.
>Sometimes, it ended with her taking an early bath.
>At some point, Scootaloo had gotten the idea of involving the camera.
>Within two weeks, an entire roll of film had been used up, showing every dirty little thing you both did together.
>From Scootaloo giving you a BJ, to showing off her cum-covered hands, showing off a load in her mouth, on her stomach, even on her butt!

>>42555239
>From your fingers buried inside her as deep as they could get, to just various images of her in compromising positions—bending over the arm of the couch with her pants at her knees, bottomless on the sofa with cum on her belly, or even the tip of your cock rubbing against her smiling, cum-plastered lips.
>Most of them were her idea.
>Before, having pictures like this would get you locked up for twenty years.
>Now, they'll probably just get you killed.
>You make an effort to put them in a private photo book with a lock and key.
>Sometimes, you think about burning it.
>Other times... it's a good way to get back to bed on a sleepless night.
>By late January, the days were blending together. The snowstorm outside had since stopped, and the clouds were light enough that charging the generators or the truck were hardly an issue.
>You think you only spent two days this month without power, but by now, going without power wasn't -that- bad of a thing.
>You still think about hitting the power plant, as far fetched as it is.
>Or maybe a water treatment plant!
>The idea of having a hot shower got you salivating sometimes...
>As the days passed and the snow melted for the time being, the objective of settling down became further rooted in your veins.
>You'd gone through several of the books you'd gotten from the library, from gardening all the way to power generation. Even if the information was hard to grasp, it was still a much needed stepping stone to long-term survival.
>Scootaloo was getting better at using the gun every day you trained with her, and that was already with the limited knowledge you knew yourself.
>At this rate, she was ready to start training -you-!
>As the sun set over Canterlot, the future was starting to look that much brighter.
>But it didn't last.

__________

>You woke up early in the morning with a weak groan and stretched your limbs.
>Scootaloo slept soundly in your arms, unstirred as you arose from the mattress.
>You couldn't help but smile as you looked down at the sleeping beauty, and gave her a little kiss on the cheek before heading out to the living area.
>The fire in the wood stove was just about trickled out, but you still felt its heat lingering in the stiff morning air.
>You made yourself a quick cup of coffee, marked off the 28th of January on your makeshift calendar, and decided to go out step outside onto the balcony for a bit, leaving the door cracked open to allow fresh air inside.
>It was a lot warmer today. Chilly still, but warm enough that you didn't need to bundle up.
>And as you stepped outside and peered out into the vast cityscape...
>That's when you saw it.
>You had to grab your binoculars and check for proper measure, hoping your eyes were tricking you.
>But what you saw was unmistakably real.

>>42555241
>A vast plume of thick, black smoke miles away rose high into the sky, creating a trail that had already traveled so far, you couldn't see the end. It encompassed a large area of the mountain range to the west.
>At the base, you saw glowing, flickering red and orange light. If you looked well enough, you could see the crackles of a growing fire.
>Within a couple minutes, it was just a little brighter, just a little bigger.
>Just a little closer.
>A million questions rang through your head: How/Where/Why did it start?
>Was it safe here?
>At least a couple questions could be better answered up close.
>You wrote a simple note and slapped it on the bedroom door for Scootaloo to see when she woke up.
>Then you got dressed proper, put on your shoes and grabbed your keys, and ran out the door.
>It took you fifteen minutes to drive out there, but what you saw when you got there made your blood run cold.
>Not far before you was a raging fire, sweeping at what used to be a lush forest, now nothing more but charred wood and dead leaves.
>All around you, there was nothing but fire, smoldering ruins, and ash that pelted at the windshield and windows of the truck. The smoke was so thick, it was like a blizzard all over again.
>You had to shut all the vents just to keep the smoke from getting inside, but already you felt suffocated as the heat started to climb around you.
>You were less than a quarter mile away from the flames. It took no more than a minute for them to reach you, forcing you to back up.
>You'd never seen fire move so fast.
>The forest ahead was gone, and the inferno was racing its way up the mountain. It had already engulfed a few homes in the process, tattered and burned to their foundations.
>The only one that you could still see standing was one made mostly of brick—but you knew it had been completely gutted by now.
>And the fire showed no sign of slowing. The smoke towered into the sky, thick enough that it blocked out the sun wherever its shadow landed.
>Embers fell slowly to the ground, carried by the wind and landing wherever there was something combustible.
>You actually watched as a couple thin, dry-looking shrubs ignited the moment the embers touched them.
>In a panic, you went in reversed, spun the truck around, and hightailed it back to Canterlot University.
>By the time you got back, the fire had spread further, growing in size and intensity in less than an hour.
>You felt yourself hyperventilate slightly as you climbed the stairwell.
>What the fuck else could you do?
>When you stepped into the dorm, Scootaloo was well awake, staring out the balcony windows at the distant fire.
>She turned to you with a look of fear on her face that you hadn't seen in a long, long time.
>"What's happening?" she asked, her voice a little shaky.
>You don't tell her anymore than you already know, because other than how fast it was moving, you didn't know anything else.
>You didn't know where or how it started.

>>42555244
>What or WHO?
>It -had- gotten warmer in the past week, enough for the snow to melt and the leftover vegetation to become dry and brittle. You only knew that from the last time you grabbed tinder for the wood oven, and how the wood crumbled with hardly any pressure applied.
>Something must've sparked it.
>Well... it didn't matter anymore.
>The fire was out of control, and creeping its way towards the city.
>It was only a matter of time before...
>You look around the dorm.
>All the posters and the leftover Christmas decorations.
>The wood oven, the pantries still bursting with food and drinks.
>You peered through Scootaloo's open bedroom door; the walls were adorned with the posters from her old room, the bed with her favorite blanket.
>String lights you hung up three months ago still littered the living room.
>Bookcases filled with novels, comics, and instruction manuals.
>Finally, you looked back to Scootaloo.
>She was staring at the fire again.
>You were thinking about the home you'd finally set up here—the home you were ready to turn into something long-term.
>This was your home. And now you could lose it all.
>You approached the balcony window, standing just behind Scootaloo with your hands around her chest.
>"... Are we gonna have to leave...?"
>You didn't answer her at first. All you did was hold her closer to your body and sigh softly into her hair.
>You watched in silence as the fire continued to scorch the mountains clean.
"... We'll wait it out. But... can you do something for me, kiddo?"

=====

>The rest of the day, you kept an eye on the fire, watching for any changes. The wind changed directions every other hour, but the fire was steadily moving east, towards Canterlot.
>You watched from afar as residential outskirts were gradually swallowed in the flames. First the trees and shrubs, then the homes themselves.
>No home was safe—not even those built to last.
>The fire did move south and north, and even looked like it had stagnated by the evening, only to continue its slow, torturous journey.
>You hoped it would burn itself out before it got anywhere near this part of town.
>But you didn't rely solely on hope. You were smarter than that by now.
>The entire day, you and Scootaloo gradually took down everything and anything that could be saved, and loaded it into the truck. From string lights and posters, to the generators, some of the solar panels, and enough food and water to last you both the next two years.
>It was a tedious and dismal process, but you didn't dare risk being caught off guard.
>By the end of the day, the truck was crammed with everything you could take, but the dorm still had more than you could carry.
>Neither you or Scootaloo slept that night.
>By the next morning, the fire had finally reached downtown Canterlot.
>You could smell the smoke even through closed windows, and outside visibility dropped significantly due to the smoke.

>>42555246
>Where the skyline stood, it was just a blurry orange glow.
>When the smoke cleared only for a short time in the afternoon, you could see the extent of the damage.
>The entire western mountain range was on fire, and the Horseshoe Press—a skyscraper propping up a large bronze horse-head statue—was aflame top to bottom, practically engulfed in thick, black smoke and dotted with blazing fires.
>Suddenly, the dorm rumbled and shook as a muffled boom filled your ears.
>You looked toward the skyline to see a small mushroom cloud rising from one of the burning suburban districts.
>You wondered what could've caused that. Gas pumps?
>It didn't take long after that for the fire to explode, rippling through homes and shopping centers alike.
>You drove around the city a couple times, hoping to find a way to stop it, or at least slow it down. Maybe you'd find a way to divert it away from the University completely.
>At the same time, you hoped, just this once, it would snow or rain again in time to snuff it out.
>But the skies were blue, aside from the smoke trails, and there was little sign any other kind of weather was coming anytime soon.
>Maybe the fencing around the campus would keep it at bay?
>But that wasn't a chance you were willing to risk either your or Scootaloo's life to take.
>And you've already seen a fair share of gated communities that didn't fare so well, either...
>But like you told Scootaloo...
>You'll have to wait it out.

>>42555250
>It was just after midnight. There was no moon, and on a night like this, it would be pitch black.
>But the fires that continued to burn illuminated the city for the first time since the lights went out.
>Downtown was ablaze, and the fire still kept growing, entirely unchecked. It crept north, in the direction of the Whinny-Mart.
>The sound of burning was present even from afar, enough to nearly block out the sounds of chirping crickets and hooting owls. Occasionally, you heard them overhead as displaced animals fled the inferno.
>You sat at your bedside, staring out the window—watching the flames engulf Canterlot.
>And they were getting closer.
>You look behind you; Scootaloo is sound asleep, but it took some time to convince her to close her eyes.
>You opted to stay awake and keep an eye on the fire as long as you could.
>Reluctantly, you grab your radio and try to tune into something.
>Anything.
>Nothing but static filled your ears.
>Static, and only static.
>You look outside again and stare at the flames.
>Closer.
>Louder.
>Hotter.
>You step out onto the balcony, and even from here, as the cold air chills your ears and fingertips, you can feel the warmth on your face.
>And it was getting warmer.
>You stare at the flames.
>You can feel the heat. You can taste the ash.
>Finally, you sigh and go back inside.
>You return to your bedroom, sit down on the bed, and place a hand on Scootaloo's shoulder.
>You gently shake her.
"Scoot," you whisper.
>She stirs and lets out a faint hum.
>You shake her again.
>And just barely, you see her eyes open, half-lidded and staring down at the mattress beneath her.
>"Hmm...?" she responds weakly.
>You reach over and run your fingers through her hair.
"C'mon, kiddo. We gotta go."
>She clutches the sheets beneath her.
>"... Okay."
>And so, you and Scootaloo got dressed, took the clothes you wanted and needed, wrapped them in your favorite blankets, put on your shoes, took one last look at the dark, dimly lit living room, and you left, shutting the door behind you for the last time.
>You helped Scootaloo into the truck and took inventory one more time, knowing you weren't going to get another chance.
>You found her revolver and counted the bullets. Ten left, as of the last time you trained her.
>Food and water loaded into boxes and nestled in the very back of the truck bed.
>Blankets, pillows, books, comics, laptop, generators, solar panels.
>You found Scootaloo's Mane-iac script and smiled briefly before tucking it away safely in its respective box.
>You went down the list, taking just enough time to count.
>Check, check, check.
>As far as you knew... you had everything you needed and wanted.
>With a shaky sigh, you hop into the truck and sit down in the driver seat.
>You look over to Scootaloo.
>She's staring blankly out the window, unmoving, and nestled in the same blanket you woke her up in.
>You reach over and caringly caress her cheek.
>Tiredly, she smiles.

>>42555252
>You turn back to the dashboard and take a deep breath. You calm your nerves and steady yourself.
>You then take the key and turn the ignition.
>In an instant, the truck roars to life, and the high beams flood the trail ahead, all the way down to the entrance.
>Not wasting anymore time, you begin to drive.
>[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OlaTeXX3uH8 ]
>The truck moves steadily down the asphalt trail, approaching the security booth and the overturned van you found on your first day.
>You caught a glimpse of the car seat and pack of diapers.
>You then looked up to the large sign hanging over the main entrance.
>"COME BACK SOON!"
>But just as you passed underneath the gateway arch and rolled onto the street... you looked back towards Canterlot University.
>Specifically, the girls' dorm.
>Twilight...
>You never checked.
>Maybe it was better that way.
>You drive away from Canterlot University and you don't look back.
>You drive south, the firestorm off to your far right. You figured your best bet was to reach the Interstate.
>Scootaloo continued to stare at whatever caught her eye: abandoned homes, parked vehicles covered with melting snow, trees stripped of their leaves, children's toys and cars scattered on overgrown yards.
>She turned to you.
>"Anon...?"
>You glance at her while keeping your eyes on the road.
"Yeah...?"
>"C-Can I... go home for a minute?"
>You knew immediately what she meant by it.
>With a nod, you continue forward.
>A few minutes later, you park in front of Scootaloo's house.
>It looks untouched since you were last here.
>You walk with Scootaloo to the front door and give her the privacy she wanted.
>Scootaloo walks through the front door and stands in the living room for several moments—looking around at something, anything in particular.
>You know she's thinking, but you can only imagine what of.
>Finally, she heads up the stairs, flashlight in hand.
>She's gone only for a few minutes before she returns to you, carrying a backpack full of random items that you can't make out.
"You good?" you ask with a bittersweet smile.
>She returns the smile just as well, and you both return to the truck.
>Scootaloo stares at the house for several moments before climbing back inside. She clutches the backpack tightly to her chest and lays back in her seat.
>Once you were certain she was ready, you continued driving down the road, leaving Scootaloo's home behind.
>After a few more minutes of driving, the familiar sight of Gamer's Gate and Woodchuck's Needs catches your eye.
>You still remember the day you and Scootaloo left the store with enough games to fill your duffel bag three times over.
>But all she wanted to play was Sky Cruisers...
>You continue driving for several minutes in silence. Occasionally, you'd sneak a glance at Scootaloo, if only to see if she was okay.
>She was already asleep, holding the backpack in her arms.

>>42555255
>You quickly realize it's not holding many items, but a single large item.
>A family photo album.
>You reach over to zip the backpack closed, and you keep driving.
>It doesn't take long for you to reach the Interstate. As you turn onto the main highway, you're quickly met with the sight of abandoned cars—hundreds of them, all lined up for what looked like a mile back.
>You heard about the gridlock that happened before the radio stations stopped broadcasting.
>But that was only for the people trying to leave.
>The lanes going -into- the city were totally empty—save for the galvanized steel fence in the way.
>The gates were locked with nothing more than a rusty chain and padlock.
>You break the chain with bolt cutters and you drive on through.
>You'd never seen a highway so empty before. You drove for nearly a mile, and the exit lanes were absolutely jammed with vehicles left behind by their owners.
>It wasn't until you reached the end of the traffic jam that you saw the first sign of military intervention: a checkpoint, with not a single soul in sight.
>But there were bodies.
>More bodies than you'd ever seen, mostly facing towards the checkpoint gate; maybe they tried to rush them.
>Maybe they were sick.
>You drove through the checkpoint with no resistance or soldiers to stop you.
>On the other side, before you stood endless road.
>Behind you, Canterlot burned.
>But all you cared about was the young girl sleeping by your side.
>You peer out to the endless nothing that awaited you.
>You haven't left Canterlot in a year. You had no idea what—or who—was left out there.
>But there was nothing left waiting for you back there anymore.
>It's time to go.
>And so, with squared shoulders and deep breaths, you push on, driving off into the unknown, and leaving the scorched ruins of Canterlot behind you.
>You don't know what's waiting for you.
>But you'll do anything to keep her safe.
>Anything for her.

END OF PART 5
END OF ACT 1

>>42555258
Ponepaste: https://ponepaste.org/10560

And that wraps up Part 5, AND the first Act of the overall story! I hope the ending of this wasn't too rushed, though I worried I was dragging it on either way.

With this, I'll be taking a break from the story to do other hobbies! After enough time has passed, I'll start work on Act 2 (and I'll try not to drag it on too bad, sorry).

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>>42555265
GREEN FRESH GREEN
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1v4twH9KbnU

>>42555221
I was so close to actually getting to bed at a decent time.
Nice job remembering the ear protection. I often wonder wtf cops and soldiers do. Where do you even buy that? At a gun store I guess. Which they could get more weapons and ammo from...
>>42555225
oh, or a police station. yeah that makes sense. Man it'd be weird going into one of those in an apocalypse.
Man that reminds me of rollerblading down the halls at my apartment because i could touch the walls and feel safe, and the carpet gave nice grip. But they wouldn't let me for long. Then when I got my first bike in 15 years, I tried it in the hallway just to get used to it.
>>42555229
thiiis is such a good relationship aaah. Kinda reminds me of my daughter and her husband. Same age gap too.
>>42555232
if it wasn't winter right now, I have to imagine they wouldn't be bothering with clothes.. washing them's such a pain after all
Haha, tastes like chicken. nice.

>>42555239
hell yeah. Helll yeah. that is the effect you wanna see.
>wander around naked
oh there we go. took her a while.
>>42555241
I still don't know whom he thinks would give a shit about this and kill him. especially when anyone could see she's happy in the pictures.
>>42555244
ohhh riiight.. fires... man nobody ever thinks about those.
>>42555246
IS it enough? you don't see a lot of spring wildfires. Meh.
This is tense as fuck.. Just what I was thinking about before, in this situation, all of what's left of your sentimental shit can really be destroyed easily, can't it.. especially when you're like me and that's mostly electronic.
>>42555250
m.. mushroom cloud..
Jesus, this is also gonna decimate their potential future supplies.
>>42555255
I was sure Scoots's house was gonna be gone.
>>42555258
damn dude, way to hang me off a cliff.
>>42555265
It was kind of a good kind of rushed. Like, because this happened, extending the time before it .. would have retroactively been a waste, even though I would have enjoyed it until that point.

>>42555265
>>42555258
someone please, I need art of all those "pictures" Anon described, for science

>Whole ass story update
>Two replies hours after posting
>One of them is potentially asking for more AI slop
This thread is fucking dying

>>42555947
Stop noticing things it makes them mad.

>>42555219
No, Twitht's thpeech impediment ith pretty eathy to write. Jutht take all the eth thoundth and replathe them with th thoundth. Ith harder to read than to do.

Fuck it, everyone draw their best Scoots since she's the star of this thread right now. Cute, lewd, unf, I don't care.

DRAW SCOOTY

>>42555947
>This thread is fucking dying
good

>>42555947
You mean the story that got posted IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT got only two responses from the Euros? I am shocked I tell you, shocked!

>>42555947
>>42555956
>>42556338
>sunfag derailment attempt

We need some more Sunset cunny

>>42556036
that's kinda what I meant actually.

>>42555024
>>42555027
I daydream and make stories in my head all day at work mostly about Scoot. Usually in a non-modern setting. So fuck it, may as well share them. If anyone has some tips or something to get into writing I'll start practicing after I get back from my vacation in October.

>>42555265
And here I was coming up with symbolical reasons the fire was in the previous picture. Turns out it was just a huge fucking fire. I wouldn't say it felt rushed, just very urgent. Like, you just kinda have to leave. There's nothing they could have done against it.

>>42556981
if anything, i'm amazed they waited that long. but it makes sense if you have no fucking idea where you're going next, you'd want to wait and make sure you absolutely have to.

>>42557148
I assumed it was because they didn't want to waste gas, but yeah not knowing where to go is also a major problem.

>>42557189
especially if the solar panels are packed up.. i actually kind of assumed that, especially once assembled, those were gonna be too big to fit on a truck. I mean he took several trips, didn't he?

>>42557199
Hmmm. I don't remember. It did say they only packed "some" of the solar panels. I want to know what type of truck it is if they packed 2 years of food/water in it as well. I mean the food could mostly be powdered shit, but that's a lot of water.

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these were my favorites
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>>42557230
a hastily-discovered trailer would have been useful here but i'm willing to just swallow it, logistics are not the focus of this kinda thing. it's escapism.
escaping for example from the fact that when the grid goes down, I'm dead, due to relying on way way too many machines and medications flown in from foreign lands.
>>42556036
I bet her favorite boxer is mike tyson

Only a few stories linked featuring Silver Spoon and two are unfinished, you hates to see it

>>42557777
I'm a pickup owner. You'd be absolutely surprised at how much shit you can cram into a truck bed. Either way, it doesn't sound like Anon packed all that much apart from food, water, solar panels, and generators. That can absolutely fit. If they cleaned out the entire dorm/apartment, then yeah that's a plot hole.

>Within two weeks, an entire roll of film had been used up, showing every dirty little thing you both did together.
>From Scootaloo giving you a BJ, to showing off her cum-covered hands, showing off a load in her mouth, on her stomach, even on her butt!
>From your fingers buried inside her as deep as they could get, to just various images of her in compromising positions—bending over the arm of the couch with her pants at her knees, bottomless on the sofa with cum on her belly, or even the tip of your cock rubbing against her smiling, cum-plastered lips.
>Most of them were her idea.
I NEEEEEED GEEEEEENS

>>42557915

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>>42557777
Yeah, going into too much detail would probably detract from the story. In the end it doesn't really matter. Just some little nitpicking for fun.

>>42557915
I've done most of those in the past, but I'll see about doing the fingering, bent over couch, or the tip against her lips tomorrow if I have time. The couch might honestly give me trouble though. Here's some extras I've had lying around in the meantime.

https://files.catbox.moe/w30zi9.png
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>>42557915
why not let drawfags take the reins this time

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>>42558604
You don't need money to fucking draw some lines.

>>42558606
certainly not, I'm drawing for free right now. Haven't made a cent yet on this thing and I'm 75 pages in.
but I do need money to purchase part of my time.. much as I love human fillies, and would love to do quick sketches, I am just too swamped at the moment. and too poor.

How many machine-prompters/editors do we have? Three or two? I'm just curious, since I think there's two, but I'm not sure. One artist, and one koikatsu guy. Is that right?

>>42558997
*I meant that besides the prompters/editors, there is one artist and one koikatsu-kun.

>>42558997
I'm guessing way for than three or two just based off people's preferences alone - some like teens and some like >>42557237. Some like socks and others do feet. And so on.

>>42559053
But I'm certain it's the same guy trying different fetishes and art styles.

>>42559068
I made >>42550820 only and mostly just lurk.

>>42559103
Any chance you could draw Apocalypse Scoots from the story above? I know a couple anons keep spamming that request around here but your style is pretty good and I definitely wanna see a scene or two adapted like what >>42557915 was pitching earlier

>>42559124
Thanks but I'm trying to stick to certain themes for my work to be consistent.

>>42559140
Are barefoot girls one of the themes?

>>42559148
that's always a good theme

>>42559148
Yes....and ealy-mid 20th century America

Oh saar is back?
PLEASE TO FILL REQUEST

>>42559124
Can y'all shut the fuck up about requests for this shitty story? Nobody's gonna give you what you want. Spamming it every thread isn't changing shit.

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>>42559565
Want a cookie, faggot?

>>42559154
Nice, hope to see more of that in the future.

>>42559221
Silver is a proper girl, she knows just how to dress appropriately for school.

>>42557237
Unf

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>>42559221
I can see why SS looks nervous here

>>42559221
>>42561189
Cheating on Marble with Silver Spoon?

>>42559221
Dangerously cute.
>>42559388
Dangerously lewd.

>>42561715
That blush totally say that she isn't wearing panties

>>42560113
Silver Spoon for best filly

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Buy some apples

>>42561767
>Anon plowed me til I went plumb crosseyed!

>>42561767
Too fat

>>42561767
How easy/hard is it to make Koikatsu stuff?

>>42561882
Fairly easy if you aren't making animations. It takes some getting used to position the rag-dolls but if you have basic experience with things like Blender or Unity it should be straightforward.

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>>42561882
It's basically a doll sim. Dress up your favorite characters and make them pose in certain ways. You can also do animations! I think the next Koikatsu thread is on the 3rd

https://files.catbox.moe/3lilkp.png

>>42561927
That's the first time I've seen Cozy's hair done properly in KK. Can you share the card?

>>42561936
It's for Sunshine.
https://mega.nz/folder/VDU0HTgT#uBQe2c6zfwAWBZgG0qqOlw/folder/Ba0nkS4L

>>42561966
Neat thanks. I'm on KK but if I recall right you can drag KKS files into studio and export them as KK files...or something along the line. Are you the author?

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>>42561972
No it's from the Koikatsu OP links

Up

>>42562881
Looks too old.

>>42562944
Perfect, I can get pregnancy into the mix.

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Anon is a bad influence

>>42562881
>>42562944
the limit is supposed to be 13/14

>>42564123
anon, no two people age even similarly
some adults are 12. some kids are 19. you gotta play it by ear.

>>42564132
Nice

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>>42565133
Gotta be honest, I'm not a huge fan of this art style. But from this group I'd probably go with either Flutters, because it's cute how she's tall for her age and clearly feels self-conscious about it, or Rarity because she looks like she already does anal.

>>42565133
I pick Twilight because choco uoh is good uoh

Up

>>42565133
PINKIE PINKIE I LOVE PINKIE

Up

Would scoot be my friend?

>>42567111
depends, how much do you like rainbow dash and talking about rainbow dash?

Apoc scoots green art drawfrens

>>42567660
hey nobody calls scootaloo A Piece Of Crap!!

>>42568421
i love this so fuckin much
i need 90s style anime warriors for all the cmc and twist and kettle corn

>>42568421
JDB Fantasy

>>42568054
I don't know, I'm pretty sure that guy just did.

>>42568421
We need JDB: the loli RPG.

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>>42568943
My ultimate h-rpg wish - you play as Cozy Glow who somehow travels back in time after the event of season 9 and the goal is to collect magical artifacts and get your revenge on the unsuspecting Twilight and her friends. But she's as powerless as a regular filly and can easily find herself in sticky situations.

>>42569013
>not redeeming yourself by doing good deeds which involves getting plowed hard
jesus, anon

What would be the setting for the JDB RPG, and who would be the barefoot character?

>>42569013
>>42569018
Nah, the bad end is Cozy Glow fullfilling her evil plans.
The mediocre one is playing mid game where, yeah, you have the evil potion, but you just were so horny you forgot it in the past, become a statue again.
The best end is going back to the future so mindbroken you made a horny potion rather than an evil powerup potion, use it, and turn everybody in a mindless gooner.
Tirek is so pent up he literally revitalized himself to plow girls, Chrysalis and Celestia are pregnant 24/7, Luna became a wet nurse who gives nursering handjobs to kids who need to sleep, the main six became the slut six, all the children in the school are basically honeypot central, and Cozy is so lost in lust she forgot why was she evil in the first place.
By the time everyone wakes up, she is just a nice loli who maybe will find a nice home by sucking off the landlord. Good end.

>>42565133
Twilight leggings + short skirt = thigh golden zone

>>42569041
sigh. i like people with different tastes than yours better...

>>42569041
>>42569076
Also the most important bit is that all characters are permanently age regressed by magic when they're defeated.

>>42569099
alright you've won me back.

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>>42543737
Here's another. I added in a bonus pony too. The question of the week is: "How do I make my poses look more interesting?". Also taking requests for my next draw.

>>42569409
i can't believe i'm helping you with this, but obviously the references weren't helping
lift the shoulder on the heiling arm. beyond that, the stiffness is appropriate.

>>42569409
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dH4FlmD46Sk

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Fucking pedos. How could anyone get off to the idea of removing a little girl's clothes and licking her tiny body all over, nibbling her neck and kissing her adorable little nipples? Only a heartless monster would think about her cute girlish mouth and tongue wrapped around a thick cock slick with her saliva, pumping in and out of her mouth until it erupts, the cum more than her little throat can swallow.
The idea of thick viscous semen overflowing, dribbling down her chin over her flat chest, her tiny hands scooping it all up and watching her suck it off her fingertips is just horrible. You're all a bunch of sick perverts, thinking of spreading her smooth slender thighs, cock poised at the entrance to her pure, tight, virginal pussy, and thrusting in deep as a whimper escapes her lips which are slippery with cum, while her small body shudders from having her cherry taken in one quick stroke.
I am disgusted at how you'd get even more excited as you lean over her, listening to her quickening breath, her girlish moans and gasps while you hasten your strokes, her sweet pants warm and moist on your face and her flat chest, shiny with a sheen of fresh sweat, rising and falling rapidly to meet yours.
It is truly nasty how you'd run your hands all over her tiny body while you violate her, feeling her nipples hardening against your tongue as you lick her chest and her neck, savoring the scent of her skin and sweat while she trembles from the stimulation and as she reaches her climax, hearing her cry out softly as she has her first orgasm while that cock is buried impossibly deep inside her, pulsing violently as an intense amount of hot cum spurts forth and floods through her freshly-deflowered pussy for the first time, filling her womb only to spill out of her with a sickening squelch. And as you lie atop her flushed body, she sighs breathlessly and her fingers dig into your back as she feels your cock hardening inside her again. You're all sick in the head.

>>42564225
this
i know a lot of 30+ kids
they all browse this board

I'm bored. Who is an underappreciated filly you guys want a green of?

>>42570276
Twist

>>42570276
Zippoorwill.

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>>42570276
first come, first served.

>Adapting to urban life was far from grand. Hell, my friends back home said it was suicide.
>But the money is undeniably attractive. Not many people get offers like I did straight out of college.
>I bet the frat that I barely attended helped in some ways.
>Whatever the case may be, your first job set you up in one of Equestria’s “finest” metropolises.
>I expected the smell and the crime, but the day to day behavior from strangers was nothing short of alienating.
>After the first few paychecks came in, it softened the blow.
>I used the weekends to bail out of downtown to the surrounding suburban cells that offered more savory environments.
>Maresey was a pretty nice area, and I enjoyed the brunch scene.
>No, I am not a faggot.
>The morning hours were some of the only hours I could escape the problems of city life.
>I pinballed to various coffee and pastry joints. Some were good, others were definitely money laundering schemes.
>It was at one distinctly “curly-haired” cafe that I found myself heading back to.
>Coffee was easy for me, it just didn’t have to taste like toilet water.
>But this place, “Moy-shee’s” I think is what it was called, had just enough Mom and Pop charm to feel somewhat like home.
>The public school tile ceiling, the hum of fluorescent light fixtures, the tv in the corner playing boomer game shows…
>It was close enough to feel like grandma’s house, and that’s all I needed.
>I could tell it was somewhat self made, because the owner was smoking inside and his daughter was running the register.
>At least, I hope it was her daughter.
>I remember the first day I stepped in, and the lisp she had made me have to do a triple take
>”Welcome to Moishe’s!”
>Even through the lisp, I could sense the neighborly compassion held in her little voice.
>I had already been quite dazed from weaving through traffic at 6 in the morning. It’s hard to keep up with this area.

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>>42570373

>”What would you like today, thir? Coffee?” She asked.
>I slipped my beanie off, still ingesting the environment of the little coffee spot.
Uh… yes please. Just a splash of milk.
>”Oat or Goat?” She asked, tacking away at the register that looked like it was made when I was born.
>Whole milk was ideal, but goat isn’t too far from home.
I’ll do goat, I suppose.
>The little red-haired girl nodded, her focused counter behavior portrayed decades of experience beyond her age.
>”Would you like a bagel as well?”
>My eyes finally adjusted, unintentionally making their focus on the young lady’s figure.
>She was thin-framed. Not surprising for her age, but I would definitely feed her better if you were the father.
I dunno, uh…
>I squinted at the archaic black signage hung behind the counter, looming over it.
>”I would suggest the kolaches. I love them!”
>I blinked, bringing my eyes back down to meet the energetic girl’s own.
>Her thick frames almost took up her entire face, and you found it endearing.
>I resigned, caving to her suggestions.
Sure. I’ll get three of them.
>”Mhm!” She nodded, with a self-assured pride.
>As she surgically typed away at the register, I found myself wondering how this kid wasn’t generating attention from passersby for child labor.
>Though, with how vacant the store was in the morning, I’m not too surprised.
>”Use your card when you’re ready, thir!”
>I peered down to see the cheap little reader light up, eager for a tap.
>I followed suit, not really worried about the price.
>The subsequent beep of the reader conditioned me to withdraw my card back to my wallet.
>”I’ll have it all ready for you in a bit, thir! Just take a seat wherever.” The zippy little preteen directed.
>Had I no faculties for myself, I could’ve just signed myself up into slavery with how streamlined that went.
>I trodded over to a small two-seat table, lined up with the storefront window.
>In my sedated state, my eyes naturally drifted to the box television playing Jeopardy.

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>>42570471

>It seemed like seconds before I found a steaming cup and a little paper bag placed in front of me.
>Now that she had removed herself from behind the counter, I was getting a full analysis of the young, curly-haired lady.
>Her little khaki shorts hid under a basic white tee, sporting a cheap print to some campsite I have no idea where from.
>Her little Chuck Taylors were beaten up. I bet she moves around a lot.
>The freckles didnt stop at her face, it seemed they dotted all up her legs and arms. It wasn’t obscene amounts of them, just enough to notice.
>And with that, I darted your eyes away. Not any good reasons for me to look any further.
Wow. That was quick. Thank you, miss.
>”Twist.” She answered, “And thank you, thir. Such good mannerth!”
>I didn’t really mean to ask her name, but I wasn’t going to correct her.
>She had already turned away, making her way back to behind the counter
>I paused, propping my head up with an arm against the table in wonder as I looked at this girl.
>Naturally, my eyes were guided to her legs. I couldn’t help it.
>The back of her pasty thighs were relatively unmarred by freckles, and had the budding curvature of early maturing growth.
>The big white tee obscured my eyes from anything further up, leaving me with a “Schrondinger’s Cat” imagination of what those legs lead up to.
>Then I wondered: Why did I want to see that?
>I shook myself, physically and mentally, and delved into what I paid for.
>The coffee cup was quickly hot to the touch, so I decided to give that some time.
>I gingerly opened the paper bag, peering in to see the assorted kolaches hidden behind translucent pastry paper.
>Digging a hand in, I pulled out one with a violet filling.
>At this point I realized that I hadn’t chosen a flavor, but I think I’ll trust the girl’s judgement.
>I took a bite, and instantly I could tell these were freshly made.
>The layers of pastry gave way, with a noted distinct buttery flaking. The bite concluded with the gooey centerpiece of the treat.
>An instant but faint blackberry taste reached my senses, unintentionally reminding me of warm spring days back home.
>I wasn’t one for acting out too much, but the flavor and memory’s connection did make me look off into the distance for a moment.
>”See? They’re good, aren’t they?”
>I turned to see the girl practically leaning over the counter, gauging my reaction.
>I couldn’t help but smirk at her enthusiasm, exhaling a chuckle out of my nose.
>I chewed, clearing my mouth a little to answer as I covered it with a hand
Pretty darn good.
>The girl beamed, the answer visibly warming her disposition.
>”I made them myself!”
>You were taken aback, only slightly staggering the enjoyment of the pastry.
Do you run this store?
>The ginger girl blushed. “No, my Tata doeth. But I do work here to help the family bithneth.”

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>>42570545

>I nodded, not digging any further. It’s not my business.
>Plus, I’m not gonna get in the way of some good treats.
>The rest of the breakfast went by silently, with me reclining while watching the tv. Twist went back to what she was doing before I came in, which was reading some kid’s novel.
>And that’s how I started becoming a regular. They didn’t get too many customers, so I didn’t have to wait.
>Or deal with unpredictable strangers.
>Every now and then when I visited, I would deviate from my original order to see how this kid could surprise me.
>And so far, I haven’t been disappointed. She was either taught well, or taught herself well enough.
>The latter wasn’t too uncommon for kids today.
>Also with time, I could see Twist get visibly more comfortable around you.
“Mornin, Non!”
“How was the drive?”
“Thtill a Red Thox fan?”
>I found myself looking forward to meeting Twist. Her energy was a nice palette cleanser compared to the average urbanite.
>Any attention at this point is cherished.
>I yawned as I stepped into “Moy-shee’s”, relaxing as a product of conditioning this place to be somewhere I found comfort.
>It seemed it spread as I saw the Twist fight and fail to suppress a yawn herself, seeing her little arms reach forwards as she stretched along with it.
Long day?
>”It just thtarted!” She sassed back, her positive little voice showing no malice behind the words.
>I smirked, nearing the counter.
What do you suggest today, Miss Twist?
>”What I’ve already made.” She answered with a dismissive but playful tone.
>I lifted my hands, feigning surrender.
I trust ya.
>”Yeah, yeah. Just scan your card, mithter.” She barked, smiling as she typed briskly into the register.
>I caught myself for a minute, noticing the strange vibe that was being “tennis’d” between the two of us.
>This would be borderline flirtation for someone in my same age range, had I caught feelings for a 20-something barista.
>Luckily, I wouldn’t be retarded enough to do that.
>But this still felt strange.
>I pulled my card back to my wallet, after hearing the familiar beep.
>The cute little girl was already pouring the coffee as the receipt printed.
>I’ll never get used to seeing her work.
>I sat back in my familiar seating, practically being chased by Twist as she brought the order with her.
>Instead of just placing the bag and cup on the table, she joined you there.
>You did pause at the behavior, but since the two of you were getting along so well you brushed it off.
Helping yourself?
>”It’s my family’s table.” She replied.
>The sass was a bit contrasting to Twist’s initial behavior, but again you brush it off.
(not a lot of twist art)

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>>42570702

>I sighed as I sat down like the “old man” I was, grabbing the bag of mystery pastries first.
>I slipped a hand into the bag to pull out a pig-in-a-blanket, or also commonly known as kolachis where I grew up.
>I twisted it around in my fingers looking over it.
Huh. You haven’t made these before…
>”I don’t usually make them. Dad says they aren’t kosher.” She answers, watching me as I observed her creation.
>I feigned a gasp.
Are you breaking tradition, Miss Twist?
>She lifted a finger to her lips, shushing me. She held a serious, temporarily scared look that only kids trying not to get in trouble could have
>”Don’t be so loud! I already had to clean up like crazy and get rid of the thmell.”
>I couldn’t help but chuckle.
>Man, she must’ve gone out of her way to make these.
>I looked the treat over one more time, before taking a bite.
>It held the same warmth that the donut shops in my home town would keep them at.
>I don’t know what magic this kid was practicing on this food, but I’m not calling an exorcist.
>I exhaled satisfiedly, nodding as I smiled in Twist’s direction.
All for me?
>I crooked an eyebrow at the kid, looking at her inquisitively.
>I could see the sassy outer shell crumble as she withdrew into herself, blushing.
>”Yeah, I thought you’d like them…” Twist said, scratching a finger aimlessly on the table as she looked down.
Well, I do. They’re pretty good.
>She closed her eyes, smiling as she wiggled in her chair to herself.
You’ve got a knack for making these things, Miss Twist.
>I piled on the praise, enjoying the view of this kid’s cheery glow.
>”There’s more.” She stated, trying to draw the attention away.

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>>42570770

>I nodded, finishing off the original one that I had grabbed.
Thank you for making them.
>”You’re welcome. Gosh, you’re so polite.” She said, rolling her eyes.
>Pretty sure this young lady has fallen for me. Maybe in a later time…
It’s how I was raised.
>”Well, I appreciate it, Mithter Anon.” She said warmly.
>She rested a hand onto the table as she planted her head in the other hand, looking at me.
>The hand was halfway across the table, as if she was expecting me to meet it with my own.
>I looked between the limb, and back to her eyes, ingesting the gravity of the situation.
>Oh boy. She is NOT making it subtle.
>I cleared my throat.
Uh… Twist… I don’t think your father would appreciate how close we’re getting.
>I said, using my most polite, corporate tone with her.
>”What does he have to know?” Twist said without a moment’s hesitation.
>I was nonplussed. I visibly did a sober recoil at her words. Twist however, was unshaken.
>Her otherwise casual behavior was frozen, as she met my eyes with an almost pained gaze.
Twist…
>My poise trembled, as I could see her already expecting me to break her heart.
>Fuck me and my kindness.
>I looked out the storefront window, before bringing a hand down to Twist’s on the table.
>I sighed, feeling her warm, nimble hands become encompassed by my own.
You know this isn’t right.
>My eyes strained as I brought them up to hers.
>”What isn’t?” She asked.
>She must be beating around the bush. Begging the question.
>I swallowed dryly, looking at our hand’s embrace.
>My mind was scrambling. It seemed like the weight of the past few months was bearing down at this very moment.
>The displacement, the work, the city…
>I shouldn’t squander this.
What we have, we shouldn’t go further than it has.
>I said, attempting to negotiate with a girl coming of age.
>”But what if I want to?”

>>42550820
Pestil? Is that you?

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>>42569972
I remember that green. Or was it a fimfic?
>>42570935
MORE. Come on now, you can't stop right before it gets to the good part

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>>42570935

>I can’t tell if she knows what she’s doing, or if it’s childish ignorance.
>”What if I wanted you as my boyfriend, Anon?”
>I feel my face drain of color at her words, as I tried not to sink behind the wall of a paper bag and a coffee cup.
>I instead did my best to steel my emotions, and cleared my throat.
This is a lot at once, Twist. Can you give me a week?
>I brought my hands together, bringing them to my mouth as I returned Twist’s hard gaze.
>Her eyes looked over me, looking for the answers she wanted. She stifled a crying fit with a sniffle.
>”A week? You’ll be back?” She asked faintly.
>I nodded earnestly.
I promise.
>She paused again, fixing her eyes on mine.
>”Okay.”
Thank you.
>I muttered it quietly, patting her hand as a symbol of gratitude.
>We shared an uncomfortable but deflating silence.
>Since we’re both going into “uncharted territory”, I might as well meet her halfway.
>I dug into the bag of sausages, forking one out.
Here, give it a try.
>I offered the kolachi to Twist, bringing it within her reach.
>She reflexively sat back.
>”Oh no, I couldn’t. I…”
Come on, you made it already.
>I said, with a comfortable, inviting tone.
>My dealmaking skills were doing well from work.
>Twist looked back in the direction of the kitchen in apprehension, before looking at her creation presented before her.
They’re not poisoned. I swear.
>I gave her a soft smile, my offer still standing before her.
>She must have been curious as to how they tasted already, because it didn’t take long before she tore off a piece of the pig-in-a-blanket from my hand.
>A bit weird that she didn’t take it all at once, but whatever.
>She looked back to the kitchen, before covering her mouth with hand as she popped the bit into her mouth.

>>42571007
I'm slow burner, muhfugga. Get ready for a ride.

>>42569972
i'm so sick of this stupid joke
>>42570276
Kettle Corn?
Oh you picked cutie Twist already. okay!

>>42570373
Awwww
>>42570471
Twisteleh, ya gotta EAT moah.
>>42570545
I'm fucking hungry for kolaches now. and it's annoying that 'voiced th' as in 'this' and 'unvoiced th' as in 'thick' use the same letters, so you can't differentiate here.

>>42569409
>>42569439
I think part of the problem too is that the arm is extended, but the rest of the coat she's wearing is just hanging the way it would be if she were standing with her arms at her sides. Kind of looks like she has "action figure arms"

>>42570949
i think it's AI trained on his art and then edited. the strap looks a little sloppy

>>42571028
fuckin love it.
i'm surprised they arent just using beef hotdogs. kosher ones are the best anyway. unless there's cheese in there, but even that's.. that's a fence, not a real rule.
>>42571190
yeah those are sort of connected. and i'm bad at that too, since i studied on action figures. it sucks that we still haven't figured out a good way to make shoulder joints rise

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>>42571028

>She had to have tried all of the food she made, right? This one shouldn’t be any different.
>There was a morbid intrigue in getting her to try this, I’m not going to lie.
>I looked into her eyes as she chewed, almost giddy at the realization she was going to have.
>And indeed she did have one.
>”That’s fucking delicious.”
>I did my best elephant impression as I stifled a laugh, before covering my mouth.
>I brought my face into my hands, breathing out the rest of my chuckles into them.
So it’s not poisoned?
>”You said it wathn’t!” She said, before a wash of another realization came onto her face.
>I laughed looking at her, her mouth agape in shock at my deception.
>She smacked me on my arms multiple times, and I let her as I tried keeping my volume down.
>I’m glad we were able to bring the tension down.
>The rest of the visit went by amicably, but the topic from earlier definitely niggled my mind.
>The look on her face as I left didn’t make me feel much better either.
>The remaining work days were quite a waste for the company, as I had calculated how I was going to go about this situation.
>I mean, fuck. I could just never go back, right?
>But… she trusted me.
>She’s barely old enough to know what to trust.
>But she can run a business by herself, that’s for damn sure.
>What an awful father.
>There’s probably more to it than I’m letting on.
>And that was the cycle of thought that went through my head for the next six days.
>Some pretty long days. And I’ve had some awful dragging days before.
>It helps having a decent apartment, and a nice ass bed to come back to.
>and alcohol.
>The weekend rolled around, and I woke up with an obvious amount of concern.
>Debated whether or not I should get out of bed, before even thinking about going to this little hole of a cafe.
>It just feels like bad juju, man.
>But, the city’s pretty boring after the first handful of months anyways.
>Let’s see where this goes.
>My car, the neighborhood to the cafe, fucking EVERYTHING felt deathly silent this morning.
>I took a few deep breaths, and headed into this cafe for what was initially a coffee before.
>And what a surprise.
>The weirdest-shaped, most slovenly middle aged man met your gaze at the counter.
>He knelt over it, lazily looking over to the TV like a drone.
Good morning.
>I tried to say that with the most inconspicuous, cheery tone I could for cityfolk.
>He rolled his eyes over to me, and back to the TV.
>”Coffee?” He sludged out.
>I could already pretty well profile this type.
>I bit the inside of my cheek.
Yes, please. Just a splash of the goat milk.
>”You new to area?” He asked.
A little bit. Got a decent job up the road a ways.
>”Mazel tov. It is good city, my friend.”
>I never really paid attention to the total before, but this seemed a bit much for just the coffee this time around.

>>42571312
aww Twist's dad is having a bad day. I bet most of the time he'd be goin full Manolios Ugly One on you

>>42570949
Of course not, use your brain. You think any of the big guys still browse this site? Pencils, Shouting, Pestil they're all gone. Only the minor players remain

>>42571447
hey i'm always down for some minor playing
if I could get some of that subspliption money, i'd draw so many horse women..

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>>42571450
>if i could get some of that subspli-

>"Hey, Anon!"
>Scoots launches herself through your open window
>She bounces onto your mattress and stops just before tumbling over
"Yo."
>You're at your desk
>Professional game time means you can't play on the bed
>Good thing too because this tan monkey sees zero issue with barging into your house this way
>She pushes herself up
>Eyes wide
>The biggest grin this week
>"You wouldn't guess what I learned today."
"That front doors and locks are overrated?"
>"Nah, I learned that a long time ago."
>Another bounce and she's sitting more normally
>Eyes glued to you
>"I found out that girls have dicks too."
>If you were one second quicker in taking a drink from your pro level energy GamerSuccs electrolyzing fluid you'd have spit it all out all over your main monitor
"...Nah they don't."
>Crap
>This conversation
>Scootaloo springs off of your bed and swooces right up to you
>Rather than be angry, she seems even more pleased with herself
>"We TOTALLY do! Check it!"
>Before you have a chance to refute her, she tugs down her shorts
>Well
>This is new
>Unexpected
>You can hardly believe it
"...That's not a dick, homegirl."
>"Wha--"
>Scoots pushes her hips up harder as if to show it off
>The D
>It is instead a painfully throbbing little runt of a clit attached to the runt of a tomboy
>"It IS! Look!"
>You shouldn't be staring at this
>But you are
"I'm pretty sure this is going beyond what's responsible."
>"Screw that, listen."
>Scoots sounds somewhere between embarrassed and enthralled
>"I heard that when a lady gets pregnant and babby is formed-"
"Yep, babby farm-"
>You share a nod of mutual understanding given the circumstance
>"It forms the same way up until the right hormones or whatever get introduced. So... THIS!"
>Pelvic thrust
>"Is!"
>Pelvic shake from side to side
>"A dick!"
>Another upward thrust so high she hops
>You sit there
>Contemplating this scientific discovery
>And watching this saucy Scooter gyrate her hips at you with a pure red face
>You nod
>You know your next move
"Alright, I concede."
>Scoots giggles and tugs her shorts down further. More freedom to move her hips and spread the top of her labia to show off to you
"Now where are your balls?"
>She pauses in mid-gyrate
>"...Wha?"
"Yeah."
>Whatever game you were focusing on, it's whatever, you have an auto-save going on
>You lean over to use to fingers to spread her lower labia
>She doesn't act impressed but the touch caused her body to jolt
"Your balls. You have a bepis, now where is Testy and Clydes?"
>Rather than move away she somehow turns more red
>You would be worried but this isn't the first time she's shown off
>Or the first time you've met her energy
>"D-duh, they're..."
>She releases herself and drags her hands up
>"They're, I think, supposed to be called "ovaries". So my balls are on the inside."
"Oooh... I see..."
>You nod like a bobblehead doll
>To match your nod, your fingers go back and forth of closing and opening her
>The loud, wet noise while parting is new

>>42571951
>"...Y-you're kinda good at that..."
>Her only response is so much more quiet than her normal voice
"Yeah. Want me to take a break?"
>No response
>Squish
>Squish
>Louder squish
>Squish
>"...No."
>This continues for a few minutes
>No real banter or words
>No motions to the pitched up snepis pole you have
>The arousal intensifies to the point she has glazed her own cookie and your room smells like a fresh bakery
>You switch things up by opening wider than before
>That seems to be just enough for her to choke out some grunt
>Her right leg goes weak and bows outward
>Her eyes flicker up into the back of her head for an hour long second
>She doesn't stumble away to stop it
>What a trooper
>You keep your fingers against her while she recovers
"Woah... must be a dick. It grew three sizes this day."
>You don't sound too impressed
>Your voice has been as quiet as her's
>It takes another moment for her to mentally reboot
>She grins and giggles
>"Sh... shyeah. Told'ja."
>With an exaggerated swagger she spins on her heel, takes some hip swaying steps, spins back and plops herself on her back
>She ends her tough gal façade with a loud, shivering sigh
>"That was awesome..."
>You nod and agree
>It was awesome
>Though it isn't the first time, she visibly bristles at the sound of you licking your fingers
>"Don't do that, Anon..."
"Too late, just did"
>"Eeaaaaauughaaaagh..."
>She belts out some sorrowful, lazy wail
>"That's gay."
"Since when?"
>"Since I realized I got a dick."
"And ovaries."
>"Still bigger balls than you."
"Wanna back that up, buddy?"
>Will this finally be That Time?
>Rather than rise to the challenge her body shakes from top to bottom
>"...Nah."
>You go back to gaming, pro-style
>In moments Scoots passes out, napping on the corner of your bed like it is somehow also her room and her bed
>Maybe a half hour later, your bedroom door opens
>"Hey, hav--oh. She's in here."
>It's Rainbow Dash
"Yeah, I guess she got chased by a pack of dogs again and took refuge here."
>"Ha. Ha. Well whatever, that marks something off my list. Later."
>The woman shrugs and closes the door again
>She should really learn to knock

Well that was certainly a thing. Don't know why but I felt compelled to do it. Worse yet, I feel compelled to probably do more.

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>>42571312

>Fuck it. I gotta cover myself.
>I slapped my beanie against my hand idly, as I looked back to the TV in wait for the warm beverage.
>”For you, sir. Fresh.”
>I’m getting sick of seeing this guy already.
>Words say one thing, but you can tell a lot from a man’s behavior.
Thanks.
>I briskly walked out of the store, back to my car.
>I took a swig of the room-temperature coffee.
>Piss.
>Pitched it against the closest wall, hopped in my car, and tried my best not to peel off.
>I really hope he doesn’t remember my face.
>The rest of the day was thrown away.
>I think I’m getting myself in too deep.
>Maybe.
>Is she worth it?
>I spent the better half of the rest of my weekend, and the following work week’s free time muddling over the thoughts.
>The way she looked at me betrayed how she treated me when I first saw her.
>And the environment she lived in left little to the imagination.
>I got some bad ideas in my head.
>I’ll go back tomorrow. Maybe things will be okay.
>Maybe.

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>>42572047

>It was kind’ve pathetic how my days were revolving around going to this sad little cafe.
>Maybe the better question is why I couldn’t find anything better to do?
>Whatever the matter may be, I had made up your mind.
>Regardless of the consequences, I could see a better future with this girl than I could pissing away hours in an office until I’m 55.
>It doesn’t matter how crazy it sounds anymore.
>I need to know she’s okay.
>The pause before getting out of the car is essential.
>I stepped gingerly into the store, at a similar time as usual.
>And she’s there.
>With quite a noticeable bruise on her head, above her eyebrow.
>The minute we made eye contact, any facade of professionalism a preteen could hold behind a counter washed away.
>Twist’s face pursed into a look of anguish, of betrayal.
>”You promithed.” She balked, before a stream of tears dropped down her face.
>I could tell whether to be revolted at the sight of such a mark, or share her feelings of despair at not being here earlier.
>I took a quick, tactical look out the door to make sure there were no passersby.
>I couldn’t hold back a mutual pained look back at her, briskly meeting her in a kneeled position as she rounded the counter.
Shh, shh, shh… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…
>Twist didn’t even extend her arms to hug, opting rather to fall into me.
>I was there to catch her, holding her in a not-as-equally tragic reenactment of “Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan”
>I pressed her head into my shoulder, letting her choke any sobs out onto me.
>I could feel the blood rush to my head, as I ingested the gravity of the situation.
I’m sorry…
>I apologized into deaf ears, as Twist whined into my collarbone.
>My arms wrapped around her body, as she was practically being carried by the angle she laid against me.
>I was gambling a lot, having this happen where it was.
>But a good chunk of my conscience swept that away. She needed me.
>Her cries lightened up, and I had to play detective.
Cameras?
>”Whuh?” Twist asked, her throat still raw from her suppressed anguish.
Are there cameras here?
>”No…” She answered shakily.
>I brought a hand up to her head, caressing it thoughtfully.
>Her hair was surprisingly soft, for how curly it was.
What happened?
>Twist paused for a second, undoubtedly whatever happened would’ve been hard to explain.
>”Dad…” she balked again.
He did that to you?
>My blood began to boil.
>”Yeah…”
Where’s your family?
>”He’s it. He’s my step-dad…”
Where’s Mom?
>That evoked another pained whine.
Forget it. Forget I mentioned it.
>I stroked her hair tenderly, her small frame fitting in my arms easily.

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>>42572176

>She was so small.
Do you need to call somebody?
>”I don’t know… I don’t know…”
>Her words devolved into anguished hyperventilating.
>I grit my teeth to stop myself from succumbing to shared despair.
>I had to be strong for her.
Do you need to leave?
>”Please…”
>And that was all I needed.
>I picked her up, draping her legs around my hips as I turned to the door.
>She was still a mess, crying into me.
>I peered out the door as much as I could with another body blocking the way.
>Luckily, this cafe was on a quiet, industrial side of the suburbs.
>Like a machine, I beelined for my car.
>Nausea came over me at the amount of risk this scene produced.
>I deftly beeped my car unlocked, nudging a hand down to hit my key’s unlock button.
>My passenger side door opened with an urgency only seen in cop shows.
>I made sure Twist was carefully placed inside, before closing the door and rounding my hood.
>This is crazy, this is crazy…
>I took a labored, deep breath before entering the driver’s side door.
>A quick 360 look showed no viewers, but you can never be entirely sure.
>I noticed my hands were shaking when I twisted my key in the ignition.
>I drove off, Twist in tow. She was still sobbing, but the change of scenery was clearing that up quick.
Are you okay?
>My voice came out a little too surgical, too aggressive. I cleared my throat to ask softer.
Are you alright?
>Twist looked out the passenger window, suddenly curious with the environment.
>Had she not left that place, ever?
>”I’m okay…” She answered with noticeable uncertainty.
We’re going to my place. I hope that’s alright. It’s all I’ve got.
>I could see Twist look back to me, as I kept my eyes on the road.
>The silence was probably deafening for her. I could her my heartbeat in my fucking ears.

It's certainly a thing.

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>>42571985
>>42571951
Welp. That reminded me of old school greens, the ones made in '14 or '15. They'd be short and to the point, though the only thing missing is
>Be Anon
>Day 2 million whatever the fuck
And so on

>>42572270
No good?

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>>42572208

>The apartment had a connecting parking lot, leading to elevators.
>It would be better for me to just one shot this whole run on a gamble, rather than hesitate one second further.
You ready to go?
>Twist nodded. Her teary eyes had cleared up by the time we got here, so that helped.
>She seemed pretty well collected now, actually.
>I stepped out of the car, guiding Twist out of her door smoothly.
>We walked hand-in-hand, entering the elevator without a peering eye.
>I was still quite high strung. I’m in a heap of shit.
>The elevator ride took ages.
>As the door opened, I lead the two of us through real business-like.
>My door was thankfully a hallway’s length away, at most.
>I turned the key, doing a quick 180 glance down the hallways before opening the door for Twist.
>As she stepped in, I zipped in behind to close the door quickly.
>I groaned in a release of pent-up stress from the entire ordeal of the past half hour.
Sorry. Sorry…
>Twist seemed to be observing my loft intriguingly.
>I slipped her hand into mine once more, guiding her to the living room’s couch.
Here you are. Sorry for the mess.
>I had a spare few pop tart wrappers left over from some thought-occupied mornings on the coffee table.
>I scooped them up briefly, tossing them into the trash before sitting in the couch adjacent to the one Twist was seated in.
>It was still quite hard for me to get out of my head at this point. I had made a lot of monumental decisions in a handful of moments.
>I ran my hands over my head, taking some deep breaths.
You okay?
>”Yeah.” Twist’s voice sounded more curious than pained at this point.
>Yeah, no shit. She had just been displaced.
>Say something, dickhead.

>>42571951
technically true..
>>42571988
it was funny and i'm ALWAYS into more barging-in Scoots. I had an outline for that once, about her being your clingy sister who comes into your room all the time, sometimes in a towel..

>>42572176
so i'm a little lost..
anon stays away for a few days, comes back again, is served by twist's stepdad instead of twist. then he goes back again and this time she's there, and she's mad because he promised... to come over more? I wanna say he only promised her he'd give this a week before deciding.

>>42572301
Nah it was alright. Just that we got straight into Scoots showing you her clit, modern greens tend to build up to sexual acts.
>>42572390
Speaking of, you got a paste or something? A name to go with this green?

>>42557237
>Rarity
Would.

>>42558494
>https://files.catbox.moe/rpc4zo.png
May I humbly request more Scootaloo pits? Any scenario is good, lewd or not.

>>42559388
Precious!

>>42561927
Cozy my beloved...

>>42572478
It's CTAnon. I made some stuff ages ago
I don't really keep too much track of stuff

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>hoooiiii

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>>42571447
>minor
Sound like something the thread would love

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>>42572530
This reminds me, I've been meaning to gen some cheerleader stuff.
https://files.catbox.moe/b62uzy.png
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https://files.catbox.moe/qcaxup.png
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>>42573573
Now this is a great cheer

Pinkie x Lilypad would be nice

>>42572975
Smoll

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>>42572390

Uh… Sorry for doing what I just did. I just… thought I needed to do it.
>”It’s okay…” Twist said in a daze.
>Twist was still looking around the flat, taking in the new surroundings.
>She seemed to like the view of the city through the living room window.
>”Nith place.” Twist said soberly.
Thanks.
>I appreciated the compliment, despite the situation I was in.
>Man, I’m fucked.
>I have no idea how to handle this situation.
…Do you have anyone I can talk to for this?
>Twist met my eyes, her eyebrows scrunching in a freshly familiar position.
>”No, Mithter Anon.” She answered.
>I sighed, raking a hand through my hair as I sat back in the couch.
>It’s time to make a gameplan.
>Undoubtedly, Potbelly guy was going to cause some problems.
>A lot of variables will have to fall in place for this to-
>”I won’t tell anyone.” Twist offered.
>She must’ve seen how worked up I was getting.
I’m sure you won’t, Twist. There’s just a lot to deal with now.
>”I know how to hide. Pluth, this place is much better than home.” She added on.
>Her attitude was coming back, thawing from the tragic scenario of what feels like seconds ago.
It’s not a half bad place, I guess.
>”I can deal with it.” Her smile was back, too.
>Her face was reminding me what I did this all for.
>Alright, at least I have some confidence now.
>Gameplan time.
Okay, so… You can live here, if need be. There’s no cash register to sit behind, so I’m sorry about that.
>”How awful.” Twist joked.
>I nodded, a resonating smile returning color to my face.
Food’s in the fridge, bathroom down the hallway. I’ll move my computer room after work tomorrow…
>I got up to show off the spare room to her, but she didn’t move.
>”Why don’t I just sleep with you?”
>A conversational roadblock. I had to pump the brakes.
Because that’s not ok. So, I’ll have this room ready for you tomorrow. You can have my bed for the night, I’ll take the good ol fashioned…
>I patted my couch for emphasis.
>”But we’re dating now. We can sleep together!” Twist persisted, getting visibly excited from what I assume is a twisted ‘honeymoon phase’ rush of emotions.
Twist, we can’t do that.
>I corrected her patiently.
>Again she looked betrayed.
>”I thought you loved me.”

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>>42573990

>Takes the wind out of your sails. I’ve heard the same words from exes before.
I do, Twist. It’s just that…
>Mental block.
Can you give me another couple of days?
>Twist shot me a troubled look, but I remained steadfast in my eye contact with her.
>The implications of everything that transpired today… she needed security.
>”Do you really promise this time?” She asked thoughtfully.
I always did. We can talk about that too, if you want.
>”Okay.” She replied, after a brief pause in thought.
>I spent the rest of the night carefully learning about what Twist was going through before and when I met her.
>That guy was her step-father, who took in her mother and her when she was just an infant.
>He “took them in”, otherwise known as took advantage of Twist’s mother’s unfortunate position.
>He never liked her, calling her a “half-breed” amongst distasteful things that I don’t want to remember.
>And he was a drinker.
>That night, I had Twist help me pour the remaining bottles of hard liquor I had in my house as a simple show of reassurance that she wasn’t in a house like that anymore.
>She seemed much more comfortable, though she held a good poker face back when I first met her at the cafe.
>She liked watching Nick. I couldn’t change the channel off of that.
>Night rolled around, and I had to get ready for bed.
>I had already tucked Twist into my full size bed that dwarfed her once she laid in it.
>I was never really good at bedside talk.
Okay, so you know where everything is now?
>”Mhm!”
And you know where I’ll be, right?
>”Mhm!”
Alright. I’ve gotta get some rest for tomorrow. You try to get some as well, okay?
>She looked pretty adorable, with how she laid so comfortably in the linens.
>”Mithter Anon, you can sleep with me if you want. I won’t mind.”
>I did a silent sigh to myself.
No ma’am. You’ve got your bed, and I’ve got mine.
>She still looked betrayed, but more accepting.
>”Okay.”
>I patted her arm assuredly.
Get some rest, Miss Twist.
>She adjusted under the sheets as I got up, undoubtedly enthralled with having a whole bed to herself.
>I left a lamp on, closing the bedroom door behind me.
Good night.
>”Good night!” Twist replied through the door.
>I’ll try to have one.

>>42574095
>Mithter Anon, you can sleep with me if you want. I won’t mind.”
HNGGGG

>>42572530
https://files.catbox.moe/tatg2o.png
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https://files.catbox.moe/fpztkk.png
https://files.catbox.moe/rbb7c4.png
https://files.catbox.moe/fe62z7.png

>>42574224
>https://files.catbox.moe/fpztkk.png
... Perfection

>>42574224
Built for being taken from behind against the shower wall

>>42573756
After a lot of trial and error, I think I finally managed to generate something decent. Hope it looks good.
https://files.catbox.moe/1lep2c.png
https://files.catbox.moe/qfzp8j.png
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>>42574420
Looks great, thanks

>>42574420
Nice love that pair

>>42574095
Man this is pretty sad. but I also want them to have sex

>>42574420
I love pedo Pinkie so much

>>42574615
so true, pedo pinkie and flutterzoo are my favorite headcanons

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>>42573990
hahaha stony ponies
>>42574095
yknow you CAN share a bed without fuckin... just sayin.. everypeople did it til a century and change ago.
>>42574224
>anon, quit botherin' me! I'm letting my nipples deep clean!

>>42574560
i want them to take it excruciatingly slowly, starting with tender hand-holding, Anon letting Twist get increasingly pent-up and revved up until on their wedding night she does what would destroy his pelvis if she were bigger.

>>42574420
Really nice work with those

>>42574095

>Getting comfortable was the easy part. Getting out of my thoughts was where I struggled.
>I’ve fallen asleep on this couch numerous times before.
>I need sleep for work. I wish my brain had a fuckin’ off switch.
>It had to have been about an hour or two when I heard my bedroom door open.
>I opted to freeze in place, and play asleep.
>I could hear her little bare feet thud across my hallway’s floor.
>Then a shadow obscured the moonlight peering into my living room window.
>She must’ve dragged the comforter with her.
>Twist must have been looking over me, to see if I was awake.
>Must’ve worked, because she was using every ounce of her preteen sneakiness to crawl onto the couch with me.
>Reason dictates that I should stop her, but…
>She’s been through a lot.
>I’ll let her have this.
>I felt her little body nestle into me.
>The accidental knee to the groin didn’t feel too good, but I stayed silent.
>She lobbed a stretch of the comforter over me, turning me into her little nest.
>Her curly hair tickled my chin, as she buried into me face-first.
>She tucked her arms in, pressing them between our bodies like a squirrel.
>Good god, she’s like a little heater.
>It became a mini ASMR listen, the way her cute little mouthbreathing picked up.
>She was out in minutes.
>It felt like she was just helping herself to me.
>And honestly, I didn’t mind it.
>I could feel my eyes getting heavy…
>The metal music from my morning alarm shook me particularly hard.
>I slept like a rock. My couch cushion gave no comfort to the way my neck was awkwardly positioned.
>I had to hesitate, before whipping my hand up to hit the alarm.
>I had a little heat battery blocking the way.
>I shifted a little, providing enough leeway to reach and tap my phone off.

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>>42574715
sorry, missed the pic.

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Why did they make Apple Bloom so... "gifted"?

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>>42574715

>Twist stirred, trying to steal any warm corners of her “nest” that I had taken away from moving.
Twist, I gotta get up. I gotta get up…
>She gave a pouty little whine, as I carefully propped myself up and out of the alluring and deceptive snuggle pit.
>I could feel my body radiating from the shared warmth we had been generating.
>God, I gotta slam some water…
>Twist was still on the couch, visibly perturbed by my vacancy but not enough to fully wake up.
>Just like a girl.
Come on. Back to bed…
>I elected to scoop her up into my arms, in quite a sloppy bridal carry to take her back to my bed.
>Twist’s whining picked up as I carried out the process, but I persisted.
>After setting her down carefully, I had to focus on getting presentable.
>And God, did I need to. I haven’t shaven.
>I did my best hobo shower and shave, before briskly and silently slipping some business casual attire on from the closet in my bedroom.
>Twist had sat up in my bed by now, and was rubbing her eyes as she slipped her glasses on from the nightstand.
>I wish I could say the sight was adorable, but the implications still weighed on me like Sisyphus’s boulder.
>”Will you be back soon?” She asked hazily.
As quick as my job lets me, Twist.
>She nodded, eyes still closed.
Let me get you breakfast…
>After slipping on my nice shoes, I stamped into my kitchen with purpose.
>I reached into my fridge to grab three bananas. Two for me, and one for her.
>I stood back up and turned around to see a dizzy little ginger girl standing in my kitchen with just a shirt and her little plain panties on.
>Trying my best to not seem visibly shocked, I offered her her “ration”.
I need to get you some clothes while I’m out.
>”Thank you, Mithter Anon.”
>I think she was still processing being awake.
Alright, so… Please stay here. You’ve got my TV, you’ve got some boring old books. Help yourself to the fridge.
>She nodded again, her heavy eyebags visible through her frames.
You gonna be okay while I’m gone?
>”Come back soon.” Twist said almost wistfully.
>I nodded, making a final adjustment to my pants.
I will. I gotta go, Twist.
>I opened my front door, taking one final look back to her before checking the hallway.
>”Love you.” She added naturally.
Love you too.
>I whispered.

>>42574355
Is that a reference to the step-dad Anon story?

>>42574784
cause they were based
>>42574791
cute

>>42574715
hnnggg i need this.. in my life.
>>42574791
cute as fuck, dood.

>>42574420
>>42574224
Good stuff
Thank you

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>>42574791

>Luckily, I’m able to work under pressure quite well.
>At least, I hope. The most my coworkers have noticed so far is that I’ve been daydreaming a lot.
>Hope it stays at that.
>I was at a decent enough age in my life where I could play off the “buying clothes for my daughter” act well enough. It really isn’t anybody’s business anyways.
>Well… As far as they know at, least.
>The work day went by quickly, even though I had Twist on my mind for most of it.
>I walked in to the sound of cartoons being played a little bit too loud, carrying a couple bags of clothes.
>Twist was sitting on the couch in a weird position, her legs hiked up in the air.
>The signs of an occupied, but still bored teenager.
>”You’re back!” Twist exclaimed, a finger in her mouth.
>I closed the door behind me with gusto.
I am. And I come bearing clothes…
>I was going to set the bags of girly clothes on the couch, but Twist had interrupted my path with her own.
>Ignoring the bags in my hand, Twist practically ran into me with a hug.
>”I mithed you! It’s boring without you here.” She said, pressing her face into my midriff.
I missed you too, Miss Twist. Did you have any problems while I was gone?
>”Unh unh. This place is great.”
>Twist broke the hug to rifle through the clothes in the bag while I was still holding them.
Just a few seconds! I gotta put them down…
>She pulled out a white shirt with red stripes along the trim of the collar and sleeves, one that I thought she would like particularly.
>And she did, if her little dramatic gasp proved anything.
I hope they’re in your size. I forgot to ask you…
>I was placing the bags on the couch from behind, so I had bent over and obscured my view of Twist.
>What I failed to account for was the bluntness of where she was raised.
>Twist had cast the new shirt onto the couch temporarily, and was tugging her old shirt off.
>I corrected myself by turning the other way.
Twist. I have rooms for that kinda thing.
>”What, afraid you’re gonna see something you don’t want?” Twist playfully flirted.

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>>42575387

>Goodness.
>My head had taken on quite a bit of blood pressure at the scene.
It’s just called bein’ decent.
>”Pffft. Whatever, old man. I have it on already.”
>I turned to see Twist in the new shirt I got her.
>And failed to notice her hands on the hem of her shirt, before she flashed me once more.
>I shielded my eyes, but not before I had inadvertently taken in a healthy gaze at Twist’s exposed torso.
>Her nipples were rosy, and her freckled breasts showed signs of a little perk.
Twist, please put your shirt down.
>She was getting a kick out of playing with me.
>I couldn’t say too much of the same.
>”You’re no fun.” Twist said, still smiling.
>I brought my hand down when I could trust she wouldn’t pull something like that again, and took a gander at the shirt.
>It was a little baggy, but she would grow into it.
That looks good on you.
>”I love it!” Twist proclaimed, swaying from side to side as it followed her movements.
>This is what I did it for.
>I rummaged through the stacked clothes to find some jean shorts and a fresh pair of little girly panties for her as well.
Not too good with measurements, again, but please try these on.
>I handed her the aforementioned clothes.
In another room.
>I had to stress this to Twist, through her little giggles.
>She thinks she’s soooo funny…..
>”Yes, thir! These look great, too…”
>She stamped over barefooted to my bedroom, closing the door behind her.
>I deeply breathed as I had the room to myself, nabbing the remote to turn the volume down.