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Thread question: Do you gossip like the other males?
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>>43177822
>Do you gossip like the other males?
No, why the hell would I do such a thing?
Fuck no, not even behind a spoiler
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>>43177822
Any updates yet for The Long and Short of it and the sunburst green?
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Fucking slow captcha and fake rangeban shit.
I was going to save the thread earlier at work. So close.
So close...
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>>43177850
"""short""" hiatus (as usual), raped to death (as usual)
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>>43177889
Posting in general has been real slow. Take forever for it to get through.
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>complains about stallions being lazy these days
>lays on my couch all day
can i legally bop the moon princess with a newspaper over this?
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>>43178133
You'll be in the paper if you do.
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>>43178133
>>43178635
Psh, amateurs the lot of you, a real man would rub her belly until shes a mess, then stop and wait for her to beg for more... Then More belly rubs until nap time... Maybe a sweet of two before the nap
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>>43178868
Careful, she bites.
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>>43178635
>bap princess with a newspaper
>headline on the paper: ANON BAPS LUNA WITH NEWSPAPER!
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>>43177923
I can't believe Sunburst keeps getting raped, where's the Ponice when you actually need them?!
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>>43179250
>implying I wouldn't want Luna to bite me
Yes, I know, it's not a lovebite, but it's still a bite from best princess.
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>>43179259
Those pigs are the ones who don't believe him when he tells them Starlight has been stalking and repeatedly raping him
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>>43179514
>
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>>43179531
What a cutie.
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>>43179259
Man Glimmer really is the perfect rapist. Where's my heartfelt fic where Twilight teaches Starlight to stop raping Sunburst and in the end she feels bad and makes amends?
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>>43179274
Starlight would never do something like that; she's too sweet and innocent
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>>43179684
>"How to teach Starlight that raping is wrong? I know, I'll summon an Anon. He'll rape her and that will teach her empathy."
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>>43180334
but then you'll need a stallion to rape anon to tech him empathy and then another one for that rapist, it's a endless loop of >rape
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>>43180334
Hmm, interesting but my vision was more focused on a kind of tension in which Twilight can't physically overpower Starlight to make her stop, so she has to go through this whole therapeutic process with Starlight instead, and the whole time at the start she knows that Starlight's gonna go home from that session and rape Sunburst and she'll just have to put up with it for now. Group therapy sessions where she gets Sunburst to explain why it makes him sad and Starlight just smiling helpfully and saying she'll definitely mull it over.
Not sure if exhibitionism is the right word, but something like where everyone knows what's going on and has to just live with it for now.
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>>43180377
Nah, let's just turn her to stone.
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>>43180377
>Sunburst opens his mouth to speak
>He looks over at Twilight
>Twilight nods
>Sunburst turns his attention back to Starlight
>"When you...r-ra-t-touch me, inappropriately, I feel...sad."
"Okay, good, good job, Sunburst. Now, Starlight, how does that make you feel?"
>"Uh, sad too."
>Twilight perks up
"Okay! And why does that make you feel sad?"
>"Because...I don't want Sunburst to feel sad. I want him to feel good!"
"You want Sunburst to feel happy?"
>"Mm, good."
>Twilight purses her lips
"Alright. And if you wanted to Sunburst to feel...good, you would-"
>"I would rape him."
>Sunburst lets out a pathetic whine and Twilight buries her face in her hooves
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>>43180506
Oh that Starlight.
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>Be mare
>Work on making silly hats
>Everypony know you as the silly hats mare
>Get an order from a stallion that want a chicken hat
>Think nothing of it and get it done
>Next day the stallion come to pick up the hat
>Said stallion try to haggle a cheaper price even though the price was said before the order
>Keep your hoof down no matter what the stallion try to do
>He pay for the hat and leave out of frustration
>Next day there a protest in front of your silly hat store
>The stallion clam you sexually assaulted him in the store
>Now every stallions think your a sex offender and not the silly hat mare
>All you wanted to do is to make silly hats.
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>>43180506
Based, I love it, I want more of it
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>>43181079
Stallions who lie about being raped should actually be raped and beaten as punishment.
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>>43181079
What is the stallion version of "Karen" and do you think I get a free pass for assaulting them?
Being a male as well and all that.

>>43181097
If you lie about crime, whatever the punishment for that crime is, that punischmnet should be cast upon the liar.
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>>43181097
>>43181118
The best way to ensure no stallion can never lie about rape is to simply have every stallion raped.
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>>43181127
That starts a rape war.
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>>43181178
With WMDs (Weapons of Mass Defloweration) ?
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>>43181178
RAPE WAR NOW
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>>43180506
>Sunburst stares ahead, expression vacant
>Starlight leans over and nudges him with her elbow
>"So, sweetie, what do you have to tell Twilight?"
>Sunburst smiles.
>"Whatever you want me to tell-"
>He's cut off by a stronger nudge
>"Sunburst, hun, why don't you tell Twilight about what we talked about earlier?"
>Sunburst stares ahead
>Twilight does not move, looks directly at Starlight, eyes narrowed
>Starlight meets her with a pained smile for a moment, then gasps and points right at her
>"Holy moly, a talking horse!"
>Starlight's horn glows and her eyes turn white for a second
>At no point does Twilight stop looking at her
>Sunburst slowly, mechanically turns his head until his shrunken pupils are staring directly into Twilight's soul
>"Dear Twilight Sparkle, I, Sunburst, have hereby decided, being sound of mind and legal capacity, to dedicate myself entirely to the pleasure of mares and the happiness of my beloved Starlight Glimmer. I fully consent to all advances and retract my earlier statements of accusation against her in full. I confess to being a slut and a shaft whose sole purpose in life..."
>Twilight tunes him out and turns back to Starlight, who is sweating
>"Starlight."
>"Look, they're his words!"
>"Starlight."
>"You can ask any lawyer this is totally-"
>"Starlight."
>"WHAT?!" Starlight slams her hooves on the table
>"....and present myself to her for her viewing pleasure on command and wear little aprons around the..."
>Twilight steeples her hooves
>"Admit that you cast Fiducia Compelus and I will permit you to continue having a bank account."
>"Oh come on Twilight, I can't *believe* you would accuse me of-shit yeah, okay you win, I cast Fiducia Compelus, please I have a mortgage."
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>>43180341
>get a big green man to rape starlight
>shit now we need this one to get raped.
>get an even bigger greener gayer rapist to rape the first anon
>need another bigger greener rapist
>eventually this goes on long enough you finally get to the biggest greenest rapist you could find.
>as it goes off to rape the nearest anon you can hear it shout from across the castle

"HULK SMASH"
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>>43181324
Hulk likes the booty of little horses.
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I want to have a herd simply because I want to pamper bisexual mares and be sandwiched between them, my face being pressed against one's chest fluff as she makes out with my (and her) wife.
There's no life better than that.
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>>43181808
Herding is just a way for colts to be sluts without judgement. Mono relationships are based, and herdoids will never know the bliss that is pairbonding.
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>>43181815
Shitty assumptions aside, it is the only way if a mare is a certain Aegean Sea island demonym a.k.a. 99% of them.
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>>43181305
Easy fix to this, just teach Sunburst counterspells.
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>"Sunburst, what did you do!?!"
>"Well, I accidentally transformed starlight into a colt and left her in the seediest part of Canterlot."
>"That was a few days ago and she, or he rather, hasn't bothered me since."
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>Twilight summons Anon so he can rapecorrect Glimmer
>Glimmer turns Anon into Anoncolt
>Glimmer now rapes Anoncolt instead of Sunburst
>Twilight has trouble caring enough to stop this
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>>43182073
>>43182451
>Sunburst is so bad at magic in practice he flunked out of magic school
>Starlight is so good at magic in practice even alicorn Twilight jobs to her
By canon power levels, Sunburst is rapemeat for Starlight.
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>>43182697
I said accidentally for this reason.
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>>43182697
Starlight tries to rape Sunburst, Flurry blasts her into dust.
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>>43182950
>Flurry prevents a stallion from being raped
Is she destined to be the Lisan al-Gaib of the stallions?
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>>43182967
Naw, she just wants him.
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D(rizz)le
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>>43183753
Please stop ruining my mane!
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>>43183493
She looks like she wants you to go down.
On her!
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>be noble mare
>finish noble business
>get back to your fancy home with servants at the ready
>all of them being stallions with tight pants so you can see their bulge
>your head servant got them to line up so you can pick one to accompany you for the night
>You stop on the new hooman that recently join to work for you
>you're feeling exotic and chooses him
>the head servant nod and tell the hooman to wait for you in your bedroom
>you wounder if those rumors about hooman stamina is true or not
>tonight you will find out
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>>43184256
No way, fag. I don't interact with whores or prostitutes like Rarity.
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>>43184589
I'm sure a mule is a favorite of her. No risk of foal.
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>>43182561
UNF I'd cum so it would be technically consent and not rape if glimmy did this to me
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What the FUCK would your waifu do for you if you cried?
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>>43185016
Feed me ice cream (she is an architecht)
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>>43185166
Ponkfag?
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>>43185256
Nope
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would you do porn in equestria if you could hide your identity? it's probably profitable.
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>>43185364
Rara being a fatfag is better than Pinkie imo.
>incredibly colty, everypony assumes she's a fooler
>has to put up with bitchy colt models who starve themselves and force themselves to puke all the time
>the world of fashion indulges the eyes, but neglects the other senses
>she wants a stallion who will shatter those shallow standards of beauty with primal sex appeal
>she wants her sterile world to be shattered by a big curvy stallion that stinks of sex, who she can dote on and feed and care for like a good little colty mare, and who'll reward her by crushing her head between his thick thighs
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>>43185536
One can only dream
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I want Lily to choke me as she fucks me.
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>>43185966
With her hooves?
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>>43185528
I'd do it regardless, holy fuck, you mfs are so deep in your own heads you're forgetting this is basically 50's america and you can score a free ride for the rest of your life by SMILING and going TEE HEE to mares.
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>>43186118
No it isn't 50's america
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>>43186105
What else she's supposed to choke me with?
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>>43186128
It's basically getting a free ride because you're 'the fairer sex' to them, so yes, close enough, thanks
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>>43186135
Her hands
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>>43186143
>no hooves
Usecase?
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>>43186135
Her stench.
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>>43186151
But she smells good.
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>>43186118
>basically 50's america
>pornstar getting a free ride without baggage
Anon, you might be a non or something but that wasn't very well accepted back then. You'd carry the mark of a whore and be used goods till a mare sees the man behind the abused dick.
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>>43186135
Thighs.
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>>43186732
Maybe. But how can she do it while she's riding my dick?
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>>43186744
She's got a mouth.
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>>43186303
There just socks.
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>>43187153
Whore
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>>43187756
Anon "Man, I love booping prideful mares."
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>>43187756
>>43187978
I'm going to just encourage cute mare pride.
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Would Rarity still be a Gentlemare after this?
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>>43188023
No, she won't be a proper lady anymore for being so degenerate.
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>>43188023
I came to pet your real cat.
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>>43187978
Every mare that threatens to boop secretly wants to be booped, it's a fact.
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.
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>>43186744
>"I know your secret, anon"
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>>43188760
What did she mean by this?
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>>43189036
That I love banana bread? Curses, fully revealed.
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>>43185536
>be fat anon IRL
>get sent to RGREquestria
>rarity hears about the fat monkey
>melts into metaphoric putty when she sees her architectural tastes manifested in alien form
The good ending
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>>43189436
>Be fat Anon.
>Suddenly in a world without process foods and preservatives.
>Have to walk everywhere.
>Rarity has to fight for every calorie to stay on you.
>She's not winning.
>Feel good though.
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>>43189610
tbf the carb situation in horse world is formidable
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i wish a cute mare would take me out on a date and we'd have, like, a candle-lit dinner, and look into each others eyes and we'd be all happy and romantic and then we'd get married one day, and have weird equine-primate hybrid children. and she'd eventually start drinking more and more to deal with the stress of workin' a 9-5 to support me (her lazy-ass househusband) and our children, becoming increasingly abusive as she delves deeper and deeper into horse alcoholism. and i'd get off to it cus that's hot.

then, one day, she'd get fired from... whatever fucking job ponies have. she'd drink more heavily than usual, coming home practically incoherent and absolutely fucking sloshed. and then she'd rape me, but it wouldn't even really be rape since i'd cum. there wouldn't be a happy ending, but at least it bump the thread since we're on page fucking 10 (what's with that anyways?)
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>>43190113
Holy based
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>>43189610
The goyslop withdrawals are going to be worse than Trainspotting
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>>43189610
I'm naturally heavyset, even while dieting with proper healthy food and shit I have always been fat, or at least fat-ish. Rarity would love me so. You know when you tell the fat kid he isn't fat, it's a hormonal thing to not hurt his feelings? That but unironically.
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>>43189436
>her fetish is adorning a stallion with tapestries
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>One page 10 after another.
>Last two threads archived before reaching the bump limit.
>Zero greens of any real length.
>Waifu fagging.
>Fatty fetish.
See ya space cowboys.
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>>43190113
>(what's with that anyways?)
slide
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>>43190549
I'll have my groundbreaking story out any day now anon, just wait
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>>43190549
See you tomorrow
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>>43190756
Me too Anon!
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>>43190549
>Trying to subvert the day after Hitler's birthday
Shamefur
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>>43190866
Any greens about Aryanna?
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>>43185536
i was really confused until i checked that i was in /RGRE/ and not /kinder/
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>>43189726
In Equestria, carburetors fall from the sky like metorites, and grow into donut trees.
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>>43188488
It's a target-rich environment for Amazon Anon.
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I saw fluttershy sniff stallion's seats at Sugarcube Corner when she thought nopony was looking
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>>43191978
Shut the fuck up, Pinkie, you didn't see shit...if it's not too much trouble
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>>43191043
https://ponepaste.org/3259
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>>43192447
Fuck dude, i dont really know what would if i got to go to equestria and see Adolf there, i hate nazis like you wouldnt belive, but desu i thing i hate the gov of Israel more than them, so yea im between in giving him a bloody fist for the inoccent ones that fell because of him or just asking him why or the justificacion of the things he did and taking It out over tea
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>>43192544
I would find it very hard if not impossible to care, since his whole thing happened over 80 years ago. We're at the point now that nearly everyone who was alive back then is dead. It was not and is not my problem, and we have the entire future to look into. He'd basically have to start reeeeing and killing ponies in front of me.
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>>43192658
Thats a good point tho, as long he dont do anything stupid we are cool, desu i think we could brush off the hateish comments or ideas from him because of our time in the internet already made us racists full of hate for something or someone, anyway im trying to make homemade cookies for my mares so yea brb
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>>43192658
>>43192707
He talk about his time in Argentina.
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>>43190549
>Zero greens of any real length
Do you want good greens or do you want someone to spew something vaguely rgre related?
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>stallion talking
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>>43193467
>"You really are the prettiest princess, Luna."
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>>43193467
"Princess, that's a foal. Please stop glaring at him."
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>>43193467
>That green stallion who likes to hang around your sister all day just asked you if you wanted to have a drink together
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>>43193842
A foal is nothing but a whore in training. He should be beaten.
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>>43193883
You mean he should be raped
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>Be me
>Only colt in the family herd
>7 years old
>Dad is reading me a bedtime story as usual
>"This one is an ancient legend of Equestria, anon so pay attention!"
>Feel really excited because history is my favorite school subject
>He begins narrating the story of Nightmare Moon
>The idea of a tyranical alicorn that brings eternal darkness is really scary for me
>One of my half sisters notices my fidgeting
>Begins teasing me about it
>More begin chiming in to the point I begin to cry
>Dad ends up scolding them and has to sing me a lullaby until I sleep
>Have a nightmare about the mare in the moon that night
>Sisters keep teasing me about Nightmare Moon for the following months until they eventually forget
>I don't forget
>Keep having nightmares about the mare on the moon every other night
>Ffw 7 years
>Be teenage colt now
>The nightmares have subsided by now
>Reading about history in the library
>Find a book about earlier versions of Equestrian legends
>The legend of Nightmare Moon is in the book
>It is way more detailed than the version my dad told me all those years ago
>It goes on about how Nightmare Moon would raid villages and take stallions as concubines
>All of a sudden my foalhood fear comes back in full force
>Spend the rest of my teenage years investigating about Nightmare Moon
>Begin having nightmares about NM enslaving and raping me
>Eventually develop insomnia after one too many nightmares
>Whatever, more time to study
>Reach the horrifying conclusion that Nightmare Moon is actually real and will come back in the 100th sun celebration
>Try to warn ponies about my findings
>They all laugh at me and call me crazy
>100th summer sun celebration comes
>Shit myself in abject terror when the sun doesn't rise
>Barricade my house and pray for hours on end
>Nothing happens
>Eventually get the news that Nightmare Moon reformed and that she wasn't going to conquer the world (as well as some apology letters)
>Feel a huge weight lifted off my back
>For the first time in Celestia knows how long I feel like taking a nap
>...
>"We must admit that we were quite eager to meet you, Anonymous."
>Suddenly I'm in a black void
>Nightmare Moon is standing in front of me
>It all feels much more real than any other dream I've had
>"Scholarly colts were an oddity in our time but we welcome it. Especially when they are so devoted to studying us."
>Can't stop trembling
>"It should be known that we have had cultists less devoted than you. And yet... you reject us."
>Try to say something but no words come out
>"We are not mad Anonymous. Many of our concubines had similar reactions. Many of them tried to fight back. But you know better, do you not?"
>A tear rolls down my cheek as she comes closer
>Get brutally raped and forced to worship her cutiemark for what feels like an eternity
>"Tell everypony if you so choose. No one will believe you."
>She slaps my flank and I wake up
What the actual fuck am I supposed to do now!?
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>>43193894
Have you tried not being a lying little whore? Luna would never do anything like that. You only want her money.
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>>43193894
>Develop foalhood fascination with particular pony
>Obsess about said pony to the point that you dream about them constantly for 7 of your most formative years
>Hit puberty
>Get sex dream about your obsession
>Somehow this isn't your fault and also it's rape
I hate stallions so much it's unreal
Love from Yakyakistan
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>>43193904
After all the taxes she owes after not paying for a thousand years, she’ll be lucky to afford to drink from dirty pond water.
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>>43193919
>Love from Yakyakistan
All Equestrian colts need to be retrained and, Celestia forbid me for saying this word, booped until they stop being lying little cunts!
Love from Maregeria!
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>>43194063
Just behead them when they get start getting uppity. Love from Saddle Arrabia.
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Bumpa
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>>43194074
Y'all got any oil?
Love from USA
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>>43193894
The tantabus is going after this colt next.
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>>43193894
>100th summer sun celebration
100?
>Luna comes back after 100 years
>immediately starts molesting colts
>Celestia has to use the Elements again
>900 years later…
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>>43194053
>taxes
>monarch
Anon, I...
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>>43194940
>>900 years later…
>starts to molest the hooman colt
>he somehow outmolests her
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>>43194950
Not an absolute monarchy given ponies do vote.
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>>43195109
we only see elected officials in local communities (mayors)
it wouldn't be weird for central government to be an absolute monarchy or diarchy, given the nature of Royal Sisters while smaller units of the state are governed in other manners
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Why do I want every mare to threat me like I'm their fuckmeat? I'm not even a stallion. Is it the snowpity enforcing the natural order?
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>>43195238
You’re experiencing culture shock.
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>>43195710
And after that culture shock there will be rape culture
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>>43180334
Anon and Glimmer are now in a rapewar, constantly ambushing each other and making a mess in the process. Neither learned a thing. What now?
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>>43195939
It's not even rape at that point. Both should confess their love or 'friends with benefits' thing and get married!
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>>43195951
What a messy wedding.
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>*escorts you back to page 1*
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>>43196289
"Many thanks, m'lady!"
>rapes
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>>43195939
Is the Anon immune to magic?
Because if not, that means Starlight is holding back her myriad of mindcontrol spells, meaning she likes being "raped" back.
And it's just >>43195951
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>be Anon.
>just got done having your marefriend, Rainbow Dash, riding your cock throughout the night
>both of you were sore, in a good way.
>"Foooo... Damn babe, you were moaning like crazy. Got you were so hot holding on to me like that.
"Same could be said to you. God you gripped my cock tight with that mare pussy."
>The pegasus chuckled and wrapped her foreleg around you to bring your head to her tuft.
>You sigh and take a deep breath of her scent.
>"I feel like the luckiest mare in the world."
"I could say the same."
>It was like this every night
>Just you, her, and loads of sex.
>But for tonight you were feeling a bit adventerous
"Hey Dashie, you love me right?"
>She guffaws and rubbed (tussled) your bald green head
>"Of course you big green ape. Why you want me to do something tonight?"
>One could practically feel the big smile on her face as she looked down at you.
"Y-Yeah."
>You took a deep breath and blurted your request.
"Do you want to peg me tonight?"
>And just like that the smile disappeared
>Her hoof stopped caressing your head as her heart stopped beating for a second.
>You turned towards her face with concern and for a moment you saw worry and panic reach her face.
"Rainbow?"
>That snapped her out of her stupor and she pulled away from you like you were hot to the touch.
>"O-Oh shoot yeah. I think I can do that for you. Just not tonight though. I don't have -uh the equipment. I could buy it tomorrow for you yeah?"
>Your heart skipped a beat as you finally get to fulfill one of your fetishes ever since you arrived here.
"Sure!"

>Come tomorrow morning, Rainbow Dash asked the rest of the mane six to have a meeting at the castle, something unbecoming of her.
>Even Twilight was concerned on what could push the mareliest pegasus on Ponyville to seek help from them.
>So when the time came as they all sat the at the table Rainbow spilt the beans
>"Anon came to me last night and he wanted me to peg him."
>There was silence
>Even Pinkie stopped blabbering as all eyes where on the pegasus.
>Then Applejack and Rarity bursted in to laughter at Rainbow's predicament
>Fluttershy fainted
>And twilight was red as a tomato.
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>>43186135
her huge throbbing marecock
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>>43196770
>"Stop its not funny!"
>Rainbow Dash looked mad at the two mares laughing
>Rarity finally wiped the tear off her eye
>"A-Apologies darling. I-It's just sweet innocent Anon just asked that from you of all mares."
>Applejack chortled as she fixed up her hat to keep it from falling.
>"Y-Yeah sugarcube! I didn't think you'd have the ovaries to be into THAT."
>A hoof was slammed on to the table as Twilight cleared her throat.
>"Now now girls. We don't kink shame here. What Anon and Rainbow does in the bedroom is their business and we, as her friends, should support her first time w-with such a lewd kink."
>"What's pegging?"
>Pinkie tilted her head. In all her years in the kitchen and in the rock farm, she had never heard of such a thing.
>"Oooh wait don't tell me. It's a super fun bedroom dance that Rainbow and Anon will do-"
>A purple wing was slapped on her muzzle to keep her from talking.
>"A-Anyway. Rainbow, we'll help you on uh picking your first toy to use on Anon."
>She subtly pushes down the coltdom manga down on her side of the table.
>Rarity coughed on her hoof.
>"Erm. Yes darling. I believe as a gentlemare that one must be accommodating to all of your coltfriend's kinks."
>The blue pegasus calmed down
>"Thanks girls.

>Anon walked home giddy as he was excited for tonight, especially since his marefriend is taking their sex life to the next step.
>He was surprised to see a trail of rose petals up the stairs to his home.
>His heart was beginning to beat faster as he walked closer to his bedroom.
>He imagined rainbow Dash in a tight spandex outfit, her eyes smoldering with domination as she brandished a large horsecock-
>"H-Hello master."
>the quiet voice made him pause as he took in the scenery.
>On his bed was Rainbow Dash, wearing the most frilly outfit you've seen.
>She was laying on her back with her crotched pointed to you.
>On the place where there should be a large artificial horse cock, instead was some sort of wobbly rubber stick
>Just like that, his boner died.
"Dashie what the fuck is this?"
>His marefriend began to panic
>'Buck! I knew I should've picked the cute coltier package!
>"I-It's me master. Oooh I can't wait for you to ride on my pathetic small cock and make me cum like a fountain."
>Anon's brain is going haywire since he cannot comprehend maledom terns.
>"Woah woah Rainbow time out time out. I need to take in all of this."
>Rainbow Dash cringed as she sat up.
>"Was it not enough Anon? I could rub myself out and play with my ass-"
"What? No no. I mean you got the right stuff"
>You wave at the strap-on she had
"But I was expecting it to be... I dunno, to be bigger? And what's up with you acting all submissive and stuff?"
>Her ears drooped as she looked away.
>"I thought that was the whole schtick of this pegging stuff. I mean... I heard it from the ponynet about all these in coltdom manga but I'm not into those types of stuff."
>Your eyes soften as you sit next to her.
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>>43196802
"Dashie I guess I should apologize for not talking more about this last night. I might've pushed it on you and I didn't know you would've reciprocated."
>Her wing wrapped around you and she rested her head on her shoulder
>"It's alright. I've had Twilight and Rarity drill me on all this kink and I think I might have to bleach my ears a bit."
"Really? That must've been awkward as shit."
>Both of you laughed.
>She sheepishly discarded the strap-on and threw it off to the side of the bed.
>The two of you talked would then explain each other's definition of pegging in your worlds.
"Really? So its more of a guy thing for pegging since they feel a lot more marely in the relatioship? That's kind of gay.
>"Says you. Why the fuck are the mares in your world denying a prime throbbing cock and cucking themselves with a plastic toy to please their colts. That's even lesbo."
"Oh c'mon. Lots of guys in my world are into it."
>"Even you? Get out of here. I heard what you said wishing it could be bigger. What are you, a gigantic faggot as you say?"
>You scoffed and turned away.
"I'm not into guys dipshit."
>Suddenly she pulls you closer and whisper hotly to your ear.
>"I know Anon~"
>She pushes you down on the bed and strips you naked easily.
>"Since it's my turn to start listing off my fetishes tonight, let me tell you my first one."
>You groan as you feel her lower lips slowly envelop your head.
>"Hot creampie sex, with lots of love confessions involved..."
>Your hands grab onto her flank as she begins to bounce.
"I-I can handle that."
>She leans down for a deep kiss.
>Your hands ruffle her rainbow hair as your tongues danced.
>She pulls away and you got to see her beautiful eyes.
"I love you Rainbow Dash."
>"I love you too Anon."
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>>43196812
>no pegging in the end
hey this went pretty good
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>>43196812
The rest of the mares will never look at Anon the same.
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>>43196812
>pegging is dressing up as a femcolt
huh, not..what I would have expected.
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>>43197386
Well it had to be *somehow* rgr.
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>>43196812
So which one of Dash’s friends is jealous?
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>Daring Do and the Rapeable Monkey Slut
How did A.K Yearling get away with this?
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>>43198591
This is begging for a green. Writefags! Chop, chop!
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I want Amy to sit on my face!
I want to hear her cute little moans of pleasure!
I want her to cum into my mouth, filling my stomach with her essence!
I want to drink her milk and lick her nipples!
I want her to seduce me with her tail!
I want her to fuck me with her tight pretty marepussy cowgirl style!
I want to please her!
I want her to call me a good colt!
I want her to call me her dirty little humie slut!
I want to massage her round plot as she bounces on me!
I want to lick her horn!
I want her to kiss me!
I want her to choke me!
I want her to milk me to the last drop!
I want to fill her maregasming pussy with my semen!
I want to see her horn sparking as she maregasms!
I want her to fuck me non-stop for hours and hours!
I want to impregnate her!
I want her to use my body for her own pleasure!
I want to tease her and grovel before her, provoking her more after her heat ends!
I want her to put me on a leash!
I want to lick her face as she reminds me where my place is, which is underneath her!
I want to marry her!
I want to be her submissive husband just as the Equestrian society expects me to be, pleasing her, pampering her and giving her more foals!
I love Amy! Yes I do! Yes I do!
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>>43199191
>t. amy
get a job
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>>43199211
You gonna shame a mare for dreaming about a hooman husbando?
A mare can dream.
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>>43199224
well clearly her dreams are impossible
she should stop fantasizing about that little colt show
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>>43199226
>Colty manureberry farming bitch telling actual mares what to watch
I'm going to make my humie give me a whole generation of fillies and hooman boys and you can't stop me.
It's ironic how you tell anypony to get a job while farming bland, sliiiiightly sweet """food""" that can't sate your hunger.
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>>43199238
>I'm going to make my humie give me a whole generation of fillies and hooman boys and you can't stop me
Why would I stop you? Even if hoomans were real you wouldn't be biologically compatible with them, not to mention their (lack of) interest in ugly mud ponies
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>>43199244
Strawberry, sweetie, we're a magic species. The fact that you're talented at growing trash "food" doesn't mean we're actually not.
Also humies would LOVE our big earth pony plots. They love a female that would give them many fillies to play with.
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>>43199268
>we're a magic species
And hoomans are not. Stop pipedreaming, loser
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>Pegasi are revered by the Greeks
>Unicorns are revered by Mesopotamians and Europeans
>Kirin are revered by the Koreans and Chinese
>Wingless, hornless, horses are used as dumb beasts of burden
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>>43199275
Says Strawbie-girl after failing to have even lesbian sex.
>>43199290
ching chong
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>>43199292
>failing to have even lesbian sex.
looks successful to me
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>>43199290
>once again ignoring A-Mare-Icans
Mr. Ed would like a word with you, scaleback.
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>>43199305
>Gaijin resorts to a one-off joke character
The humor is in the absurdity. The absurdity that a mudhorse could ever have personal worth.
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>>43198176
Pinkie for never getting to learn what dance Anon and Rainbow were doing
fr tho Fluttershy was quieter than usual, so I think it was her
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>>43199316
How about you try asking Poseidon how he feels about horses you lowly wyrm.
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>>43199695
Or Loki
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>Anon has no bits
>No proof of education
>He can't even read the local script
Who is mare enough to protect his smile?
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>>43199772
>Anon has no bits
>No proof of education
>He can't even read the local script
>His marefriend still insists he's not just a mail-order husband
The colts are gonna have a field day with this one
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>Go on a date with Twilight Sparkle
>She promises to take you to a nice place for dinner
>Arrive wearing your best sui-
"This is The Hayburger."
>She nods, happily.
>"I told you it would be someplace nice! Come on, let's beat the crowd."
>You follow Twilight in as she approaches the counter
>"I'll have two hayburgers, three double hayburgers, two orders of hayfries and one of onion horseshoes. Oh- and two soft drinks, please."
>That's a lot of food, but it'll be split between you-
>"Okay Anon, you can order now."
>The mare behind the counter looks at you in pity
>Twilight doesn't pay for your order
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>>43196812
>wants to be pegged
I know we're in /RGRE/, but that's pretty gay.
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>>43199888
You forgot to mention the coupon that she used exclusively for her food
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>>43199888
Insanely cold. I'd tolerate fast food as long as princess gf was feeding it to me.
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>>43199888
Should've went on a date with Lovestruck instead. She knows how to treat a colt properly.
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>>43200271
She’s already taken.
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>tfw a colt is nice to you once
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https://www.fimfiction.net/story/508992/37/boundary-point
Boundary Point is an AU HiE where a human ex-soldier in a fractured postwar Equestria gets not!Soulbound to Twilight Sparkle when she sings the morally dubious Heartsong TM, and must try to convince him to fuck as she accompanies him on a retarded suicide mission to help his war buddies cure the chronic pain they got collectively cursed with in 'nam.
As a compendium of RGRE ideas, this is as good as it gets. If it weren't for some catastrophic flaws that began presenting themselves as the story progressed, I'd have probably spoilered this review and told you all to go read the story first. That said, I'm gonna actually make this a multi-post review, for the first time ever, so I can enjoy a bit more depth.
A herding 4/3:1 world, with real class dynamics interwoven into herding strategy, with actual mate selection artifacts like herd interviews and regimented cultural practices.
BP's AU hinges on a series of changes I consider to be cynical and unfun in general: Celestia's allegedly (probably) a fraud and her kingdom is a sort of dark-nobility with inquisition aesthetics, largely in service of being an ideological punching bag for the author's pseudo "morally gray but not actually" themes. I hate it when Celestia is dragged through the mud.
BP does its best work with RGR. Herd dynamics are challenging and fraught in the way one would expect, and the author takes his time exploring examples and possibilities:
-a mare who left her herd, but couldn't get custody of her foals from their stallion father, leaving them trapped in the old herd whose other mares abuse them
-a variety of cases of herds trying to balance care for all foals in the face of each mare having a bias towards their own
-exploration of sexual obligations and the use of power to influence sharing of the stallion / conniving stallions showing selective affection and neglecting mares
-mechanisms by which lead mares are selected, and by which lead status might change
Since we have class considerations (at last!!!) here, there are other things: alicorns get to marry monogamously, whereas other ponies can have the law intervene if they don't share a stallion. Herds have assortative expectations, and there is an interesting exposition about how Element bearers who herd get granted nobility status.
Then we have the Heartsong, where you can sing a song and if your ideal match hears it they'll be compelled to sing it back. Heartsong is verboten, by the blurb, and we're shown a cumbersome list of historical warning tales in which the match has done things like upset class boundaries and led to war. In practice, it's described as not a true soulbond, it hasn't imposed or compelled anything, so it's kind of flaccid as a device. It seems almost entirely cultural in terms of what it holds you to. Twilight, however, is very insistent on it being a big deal. Which brings me to Twilight, and by extension, her human match, Xavier.
1/3
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Because of the darker Canterlot she grew up in, Twilight is different in certain ways, many of which I enjoy - she has a presumptive authority about her, particularly in terms of gender and her relation to Xavier, and occasionally in terms of station, which adds an ever-so-slight imperiousness and pride to her that I find hot and want more of. That said, I wouldn't want to imply that her character is in any way faithful - the author struggles to give characters their own voices, and often contorts attitudes and competencies to serve the scene.
Xavier is a sort of morose, bitter ex-soldier who is very Traumatized By The Horrors Of War and at all times cynical about politics. When he gets Heartsonged he resists, and this leads to endless opportunity for him and Twilight to have salacious tension in which Twilight tries to compel him to herd up and submit to fuk, and he tries to get her to leave him alone. Twilight has a natural sense of entitlement here that I really like: to her, and by tradition, the herd is now formed, and with it all the respective obligations, which brings me to some interesting sex decisions:
1. Mare estrus is actually treated seriously! It's a monthly affliction, notably robs self-control and leads to aggression, and the cures are all disgusting and painful. There's a great scene where, after making fun of Twilight and telling her to go handle her heat alone, Xavier is later indebted to Twilight for her saving his life and is astonished at how vile the mere smell of her heat suppressant is while helping her drink it. It's the kind of acknowledgement that signifies a change in attitude and a deepening of the relationship, and had the story just stuck to doing stuff like this it would have been unimpeachable.
2. Mares collectively abide by a cultural belief in using post-nut clarity as a cure for moody stallion disease. This is described as stallions needing to be regularly "drained". I think the idea is fun, but the parlance has an indelicacy the author knew better than. Especially because,
3. Virgin stallions/colts are referred to as "verdant" which I find sweet.
The story's worldbuilding around gender obligation is slightly above average. Heartsong tradition is for the mare to help her colt tie up loose ends; she's referred to as his Knight, and he her Eqeus or Ritten. It's cute. Because the Heartsong spell mysteriously cures Xavier of his pain curse, he tries to set out on his own to some dangerous location where he might learn more for the sake of his friends, and Twilight insists on coming with him to uphold her oath and get that dick. She withholds information he needs to keep him depending on her so that he sticks around, and this creates the essential tensions that drive the story forward. It's a great formula, all the author had to do was this with minimal extra bullshit and I'd be singing this story's praises.
However..
2/3
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Twilight is set up as a representative of much that the author hates, and develops a bit of "white guy in a Netflix Original" syndrome wherein she spends a long span as the perpetual punching bag, set up to make Xavier look good, and cool, and street smart, and competent. She just does not ever take a win, and is only fleetingly ever allowed to be competent and good at things. She spends most of the story with a magic suppressing horn ring on, so we're being set up for what is hopefully a good release later, but this can't justify the century of humiliation she goes through. Twilight has more strengths than her magic, and they just aren't permitted to shine here.
Boundary Point has a worldbuilding problem. It has a bloviation problem. With every passing chapter a pattern emerges: dialogue begins to lose focus, discussions stop driving the scene forward, and instead get bogged down in an endless sea of asides in which every single cultural reference and misunderstanding is clarified through unnecessary paragraphs of explanation. There are so many irrelevant details added here. Worse still are the relevant details, BP goes from a tight premise to suddenly having obviously plot-important vagaries shoved on the backburner for later, and none of them as compelling as the central conflict. Endless are the lore expansions and minor gods and folklore stories about where Pheonixes come from.
If BP's momentum hadn't been subsumed by the use of dialogue as a vehicle for making every act of cultural translation between Twi and Xav into a diary entry for worldbuilding, this really could've been the flagship of the genre. The reason "in writing you have to kill your darlings" is a saying is to remind writers that they are called upon to sacrifice all hope of most of their dear ideas ever being explicitly clarified to the reader. The Silmarillion exists because Tolkien needed the books to be about their respective stories. Subatomic Particles: Equestria Edition! Ship of Theseus: Equestria Edition! This stuff is deeply entropic to the core tension of their journey and the forces that both hold Twilight and Xavier apart while pulling them together, which were so well set up and keenly compelling, way back then, when it was fresh on my mind and beautiful still.
For what legible purpose are we still in this forest at 200,000 words? Even before that, no less than three chase scenes just to get the two main characters to meet and establish the founding stakes of the story, with zero meaningful transformation of character, setting, or plot in between them, all in a span of words that would have taken a reader through a normal length novel. How did we go from the inventive, emotionally compelling, dynamic interview scene in ch2 to this itemized list of the author's private, supplementary idea-documentation? "Pacing" is a layman's term that summarizes the gripe a reader has when a story fails to treat their time as worthy of respect.
This story is poorly paced.
3/3
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>Mares in RGREquestria take one look at My Little Human and wonder 'How did they get away with this?'
>Two groups form after the end of the beloved show
>Human Men are for sex or Human Men are for cuddles only
>Suddenly Anon
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>>43201280
Does this author even like ponies? He seems cruel to them.
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Today, we salute you...
Real mares of genius.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Md4QIpxfm2Q
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>>43177822
shit thread
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>>43201878
>t. mad he can't rape without consequences
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>>43201579
Humies are built for marepussy. Saying otherwise are delusions, cope and low E energy.
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>>43201887
>Humies are built for zeebpussy
ftfy
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>>43201915
Fuck off, Zecora! Go make your own thread!
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>>43201915
Sounds like this doe is very PECULIAR and is going to get destroyed today.
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>>43201917
Just because you only know one Zebra, that doesn't mean we're all the same you fucking racist.
>>43201920
>Threats of lesbian violence
Do plaincoats really?
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So we been destroying does for 3 generations.
Mos' time the destruction sticks. The doe don't give you any kine uh problems.
B-b-ut sometimes, sometimes... well sometimes you get a PECULIAR doe.
This one doe, well she was the peculiar type, she a uh, well she would act up but she wouldnt hide it.
It seem every week she was pretending to take a nap on pickin duty( but with one eye open all koi like) or she'd take extra molasses pie, or or or she'd sit her field plot on the front porch.
Every week she'd do somethin' rascally IN PLain damn sight of the OVaseeah.
OVasseha would call out to the doe to get to the Destroyin Barn. This Does eyes would light up and before you could whistle dixie, she'd be in the barn.
This Doe would run to that destroying barn like it was a cool stream on a hot August day in Appaloosa.
Taaaartarus it got sooo bad this dow would TELL You what kine mischief she was gone get her striped plot into. She hadnt even DO nuthin yet..
She would skip over to the barn after an call out " COME On MIiiiSSUSS THIS DOE AINT GUNNA BREAK HERSELF!"
Just down right peculiar...
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>>43201930
Well maybe Zara Zash shouldn't have putting that much effort in making that totally-not-a-fetishistic movie and giving us some free insights into the zebra psyche and how much their "mares" want to be topped by ponies.
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>>43201940
God what the fuck is going on I've been thinking about this post but with Zebras for like the past week. Even "doe destruction".
I have never felt so drift-compatible before
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>>43201948
Jews did something with the LHC again but they fucked up and accidentally entered a less shitty timeline than the one they wanted.
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>>43201945
>Haha I posted my fetish fanfiction what now?
You will never be with a human
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>>43201977
Uh-oh! The doe got real uppity from the TPC withdrawal!
She needs to get doedestroyed, stat!
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I'd just like to say as a human man, zeeb pussy beats pony pussy every day. I just love getting STRIPED by TIGHT ZEBRA CUNT. My penis is ruined for ponies now- whenever I try to enjoy them it all feels loose. Sometimes I even think in rhyme, just begging the next zeeb mare to drag me into an alleyway and make a half zebra foal with me
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>>43201977
Where'd you get this picture of my husband and his daughter?
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>>43202056
Okay doe, now get in the barn. You've been slacking really hard at the cotton fields out of late and need to be punished for that.
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>>43202063
>Unironically raising another mare's foal
Yikes
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>>43201280
Nice review, Anon. I haven't read the fic so I can't validate or contribute, but I wanted to say I enjoyed reading your write-up.

I will say the estrus bit is in a strange spot for me. On one hand, I do like a good estrus. On the other, the loss of self-control is not an aspect I generally enjoy in stories. So although the estrus bit is a positive for you, I think it would be marred to the point of distaste for me.

I am a Twifag, so her being a punching bag is a pretty big negative as well.
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>>43202097
I think it adds a bit of horny tension, especially if it's not played off. But then, I guess I like my porn to more or less read the same way that horror does.
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>>43202064
The human wonders why the ponies pick cotton with hooves. They must be insane.
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You might think human men are marely, but one day their biological clock is going to explode. After that the choice of having a foal will no longer be in your hooves. Absolutely do not show them a story about a father and filly having an adventure together.
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>>43202976
They keep making them flashing screen games about it. We can’t stop them.
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>>43201280
I was reading this, both of these characters are asses. Poor Twilight got retconed for this author’s world building to be an idiot. It’s also funny the human was complaining about the song being forced on him when he did the same shit to Scoots.
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>>43201275
>AU HiE where a human ex-soldier
I'm all for supporting creativity and the joy of writing fanfics but this sounds so fucking mid I'd just scroll right past it from those first few words alone.
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>>43201275
>A herding 4/3:1 world
Is that 4:3 ratio, or a ratio between 4:1 and 3:1?
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>"No Merry May, human males don't go in heat. Stop believing Lyra and that stupid porn fiction."
>"He smells like this because he's sexually frustrated and ummm, masturbates a lot, not because he's in heat."
>"Ape males don't go in estrus nor have an equivalent for it like the elephants do."
>"Their society is patriarchal, them becoming extremely submissive for some reason doesn't even make sense."
>"Also it's hyoo-man, not hooman."
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>>43203801
why would Fluttershy know so much about actual human biology?
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>>43203883
Being an animal caretaker, she's aware of how ape biology is like. Knowing (together with Twilight) from Anon that humans are apes, she extrapolates that human biology isn't very different from the ape one.
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>>43203895
extrapolation shouldn't really be 100% because apes are still different from men
(pygmy chimps are not patriarchal)
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>>43203905
Yeah bonobos aren't patriarchal, they're hippies. Still no estrus though, but they just constantly fuck.
Anon said humans are patriarchal and the history being generally violent, so she just assumes that humans are just chimps but slightly mellower (he's actually pretty shy and he never attempted to fuck up a fruit stand so far).
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>>43203441
I notice this in a lot of RGRE stories. Interactions are often written in the nu-millenial style of there being a winner and a loser that emerges from whoever slings The Final Quip, like late-show Game of Thrones writing. There are a lot of guys out there who really wanted to depict the female cast of MLP as the "losers" of every encounter vs. Anon (or their shitty human OC), and chose RGRE as a facile source of social cachet to do so.
BP's Twilight is contrived to just constantly "lose" all her arguments and interactions with Xavier and it's really quite unfun to read.

>>43203740
The latter, there's some variance that's of passing relevance. They've got an 8:1 town.
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>>43203575
At least in this case it was the Sombra wars that he toured in. He’s not that special in that regard given everyone was involved in that conflict.
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>>43203801
Humans have a tyrannical matriarchy actually.
It's why the boyim can't get into college degree jobs and end up stuck in blue collar slavery to still barely afford an apartment meanwhile OnlyFans and streaming platforms have prosuced an effortless route to millionaire status for the Chosen Sex.
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>>43203883
Because she's my wife and I let her explore my biology and what it means. How could she not know about it?
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>>43204248
I'd argue with you about this problem is MUCH bigger, but this is /mlp/ so have sex with mares NOW
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>>43204248
>meanwhile OnlyFans and streaming platforms have prosuced an effortless route to millionaire status for the Chosen Sex
That's like saying we're still a patriarchy because you can rake money by creating YT essays and shitting in retards' empty heads while being male.
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>>43204262
The boyim know
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>>43204276
Know what?
But seriously, social media introduced a way to gain crazy amounts of money while doing nothing but being a retard pretending to be sophiscated ( or just a retard if you're a real woman). This assraped the wage market harder than niggers did to Kevin Nash during a certain summer.
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>>43204293
Ponies watch the human videos cause them sperging out is funny.
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>>43204330
Mares do that because they also just want to fuck the men.
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>>43204334
Mares want men to sperg out on their horsepussies
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>>43204248
why would the Flower Trio know so much about the human society?
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I like it when the cute mares kiss me and say they'll protect me and my smile :)
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>>43204343
Big can do
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>>43203441
I got about halfway through ch 1 before deciding that these characters wouldn't carry me through. 200k words of [incomplete]. I'm glad I went no further. The character assassination of Celestia was bad enough. He took out his issues with authority with Celestia and then his issues with women with the mane 6? Yeah, I'll pass on this one, too.
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I WILL pick mares up and carry them around.
I WILL compliment mares on their looks.
I WILL smooch mares right on top of their noggins.
I WILL roll them around on any sort of soft surface while giving them bellyrubs of a lifetime.
I WILL get swole to give uppies to princesses and/or several mares at once.
Yes, including guardsmares in full platemail.
ESPECIALLY guardsmares in full platemail!
I WILL take interest in mare activities.
I WILL listen to mares gush over their favorite topics.
I WILL gently boop mares trying to dismiss my interest as disingenuous.
I WILL give ear-scritchies to mares brave enough to sperg out about their hobby in front of me.
TOTAL MARE ADORATION.
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>>43204622
Based marelover.
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What makes you believe a human will ever like you? You can't even get a member of your own species to like you lmao. Even if humans were real, they'd be exclusively fucking Trixies and not little chuds like you.
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>>43204691
>Even if humans were real, they'd be exclusively fucking Trixie
You say that like it's a bad thing!
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>>43204694
Trixie is a low E beta mare despite her name. She's a hobo who gets zero dick.
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>>43204691
I wonder who could be behind that post.
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I understand messing with and defying the tropes as a strong independent human man- but honestly? Give me a good wife and a good house, I'll make it into a good home and raise wonderful foals.
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It's the same thing everytime, you guys think you're all going to 'go against the grain' by petting mares and so on and asking them to tell you about their fantasy teams or how lewd their gamer handle is..
You know what I'm gonna do?
RIDE THE MAROUSEL WHILE YOU UNIRONICALLY TELL THE OTHER ANONS AT WORK 'HER KIDS ARE REALLY WARMING UP TO ME' HAHAHAHA
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>>43204787
Shut up, Caramel
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>>43204695
I bet Trixie isn't even her real name.
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>>43204405
They pool their bits together and go vacationing in the human world every once in a while.
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>>43204691
Moondancer commissioned Rarity to make this little doll of me and it looks exactly like me.
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>>43203801
"Hey Fluttershy, show us your ass."
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>"That shy dork doesn't understand anything."
>"She surrounds herself with animals and thinks cute aliens are just like her animals."
>"If human colts are in lead of their society, then they go in heat just like we do."
>"Them not being submissive is absolute nonsense, they're colts after all. Colts always lose to the pussy."
>"Lyra said humans are real, and they turn out to be real. She says every part of a human colt is perfectly made for mare pleasure, and look at those fingers and his salty skin. She says they go in heat. Why wouldn't we believe her? And instead believe somepony who thinks aliens are just like animals on Equus?"
>"Anon is in heat, you can smell it each time. And he's lonely. Poor cutie... he NEEDS mares."
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>10
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>>43205861
Ya goof, mares go into heat. Stallions don't. Why wouldn't humans work the same?
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>>43206267
>"Because hooman colts are in the lead of their society. That means they need to have a period of being extremely submissive to their females to get them mate with them."
>"We become extremely sexually dominant during our heats, hooman boys become extremely nice and docile during theirs."
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>>43206311
>"Docile? Are you suggesting that human males turn into some sort of spineless, simpering pussy-beggars when they get horny? That's absurd! That's slander! That's — wait, that's true. You're right on that point. Carry on."
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>>43206613
They don’t even need estrus for that too happen.
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>>43205861
Of course they lose to pussy, I've seen guys tolerate absolutely horrendous treatment from their wife because they get to fuck every once in a while.
Guys will do the most retarded shit because they think it will help them get laid better. The surgery that makes you 3" taller basically cripples you for life, and they smash their faces with hammers in an attempt to stimulate bone growth.
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>>43206758
Mares are so based
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>>43206769
Sounds like human mares are a real problem.
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>>43205413
SHE'S THE ANGRIEST NERD YOU'VE EVER HEARD
SHE'S THE ANGRY
VIDEO GAME
NERRRD
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>>43206758
>>43206772
Mares SECONDS away from being tickled silly.
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>>43207207
Their bellies are exposed, too tempting to pass up.
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>>43207207
fun fact: a mare cannot boop you without raising her hoof.
as she raises her hoof she exposes her leg pit.
if you're fast, then you can intercept her with tickles under her leg before she boops you.
I would like to claim this technique has reduced booping incidents, unfortunately it only seems to have encouraged them. I suspect my mare may in fact be a colty tickleslut who actually likes it.
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>>43207207
Now I want a green about Anon tickling a seductive Spitfire...
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>>43207456
Now I want that too...
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I want Merry to call me her humie and use my body for her own pleasure!
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>>43207456
>"Honey, I'm home!"
>You fold your arms and look as cross as you can.
>Waiting for her.
>She doesn't seem bothered by the lack of a response.
>"It was a rough day, so I hope there's a hot dinner waiting for me!"
>You hear her toss her flight suit on the couch.
>You'll have to get that washed later...
>"I'm hoping you've got a hard cock waiting for me too, heheh..."
>They warned you about marrying a Wonderbolt.
>Much less one like Spitfire.
>Insanely stubborn.
>Messy.
>Treats stallions like property.
>But you've always been confident in your ability to break the most prideful of mares.
>She eventually finds you, and scoffs at your expression.
>"Whuh-oh! That's a grumpy face! What, did I leave my fur in the drain again?"
>She shoots you that cocky smirk, the same one that made you blush when you first met.
>Strolling towards you, she makes no attempt to lift her gaze from your crotch.
>"Poor colt, working so hard to keep the house clean and his mare happy..."
>"I think he needs a treat..."
>You grab her hoof just as it extends to grope your bulge, and she meets your eyes for the first time tonight.
"You were stunt flying."
>Her eyes go wide for a split second before she recovers with a dismissive shrug.
>"Pfft. What? No..."
"Don't try and lie to me. The doctor said light flying only."
>"Oh come on, that was so long ago!"
>Her anger gets the better of her.
>She hates being lectured, particularly by a 'colt'.
>"It was just a bit to fill in for Fleetfoot, don't be such a foal over it. I'm totally fine, you know a few hoops can't hurt me."
"It puts too much stress on your wings."
>"I can handle a bit of stress!"
>She puffs her chest out.
>You just sigh.
"You should have said no."
>"I'm not gonna let the team down just because my husband is worried."
>She shakes her head firmly.
>"I'm sorry, babe, I should have been up front with you, but you gotta stop being such a worrywart."
"I want you to be safe. I want you to come back home every day."
>"I know, but you know I can't let the team down either. I gotta make sure they still see how badflank I am!"
>She strikes a pose.
>She's still not taking this seriously.
"Alright then."
>You crouch down.
>She takes this as an invitation, and smirks as she grabs a hoofful of your shirt, pulling you in for one of her dominant kisses.
>Instead, she freezes as she feels your fingers on her ribcage.
>"H-Hey, Anon... there's n-no need for that, OK?"
>She swallows nervously.
>"L-Let's just t-talk aboOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUWAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
>She screams in laughter as you dig into her ribcage.
>You know exactly where all her most sensitive spots are, and you attack without mercy.
>She instinctively spreads her wings to escape, but you immediately take the chance to shove your wriggling fingers deep into her sweaty wingpits.
>"NOOOOOOOO!"
>Her wing muscles are paralyzed as you tease her, your middle fingers roughly poking her right in the worst spot, while the others lightly tickle around her pits.
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>>43208263
>Her legs curl up defensively and she sinks to the floor, wings still spread.
>You roll her onto her back, and with your hands still torturing her wings, you blow a wet raspberry on her belly.
>She shrieks and wriggles even harder.
>All signs of the marely mare that makes stallions swoon is gone.
>She's sweaty, heaving putty in your hands.
>A dozen wet kisses later, you make your way to her tiny teats.
>You nip and lick at them, and you start to hear lustful moans mixed with the endless laughter.
>The laughter gets a bit too quiet, so you quickly switch, shoving your mouth into her pit as your hands move to tease her teats and pussy.
>"ANON PLEASE NO I'LL BE A GOOD FILLY STOP"
>You pay no mind to her desperate begging.
>Once your fingers feel that she's wet enough, you take out your cock and press it at her entrance.
>Stopping your sloppy raspberries for a moment, you pull up and stare her in the eye.
"Promise you'll keep yourself safe."
>You don't ask.
>"I... promise... please..."
>You shove yourself in slowly as your hands find her forehooves, holding them gently.
"Good filly."
>She pants and grins in a drunken pleasure as her submissive homemaker husband conquers her pussy.
"But your punishment isn't over."
>As soon as the grin leaves her face, you start brushing your thumbs over the center of her hooves.
>She squeals louder than before and flails in panic, but only manages to fuck you harder.
>You lightly scratch all around her vulnerable frogs and dip your head down back to the base of her neck to add in a bit more torment with your twisting tongue.
>All the while you continue to fuck her, savouring each inch of her slick, tight, spasming hole.
>Her sounds are barely recognizable as laughter, she shouts and moans in pleasure and agony alike.
>Without warning your hands return to her teats, flicking her nipples rapidly as you start fucking her hard.
>The stimulation sends her flying off the edge that you had carefully kept her at for so long.
>Her face goes slack and her mouth falls wide in shock as her brain is completely overwhelmed.
>In a final act of dominance you lean down and bite her ear just as both of your orgasm hit.
>Completely drunk off of your sweaty sex goddess of a mare, you lie on top of her for a long time, content to just feel her as you both find your way back to reality.
"Good filly."
>She murmurs in discontent.
"Now, any more stupid stunts, and I'll do that to you in front of your entire team."
>You smooch her cute snoot as she gulps in the horrific awakening of a new fetish.
"Now come, dinner's still warm."
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>>43208265
Mares rule the world, husbando rules the house.
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>>43208265
>>43208429
I kind of wish more stories like this rather than generic femdom-in-RGRE.
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>>43208480
You,can both have your mare as your tickleslut and her using you as her living dildo.
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>>43208265
Holy shit, anon
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>>43204622
>Yes, including guardsmares in full platemail.
>ESPECIALLY guardsmares in full platemail!
Amen, brother
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Cleaning out my notepad. Found some prompts.

"Bonnie! Bonnie, wake up!"
>Be Bon-Bon.
>Formerly known as Sweetie Drops, Agent of SMILE.
>Currently being shaken awake by your minty roommate.
"Faust, Lyra, what time is it?"
"An hour after midnight, but that's not important right now! We have to stop Sunset Shimmer!"
"Wat."
>Lyra continues to shake you. "We have to stop her now! The stars are right!"
"Lyra, what are you talking about..."
"She's been corrupted by ancient evils ever since she quarreled with Princess Celestia and ran off to Saddle Arabia! I know what she brought back from that archeological dig in the Empty Quarter! She has the Neighcronomicon, Bon-Bon! The original text by Bint-Hazred herself!"
>That snaps you awake.
"Lyra, how could she have the Neighcronomicon? The last mare to unearth it was Demon's Head, and she was ravaged to death in the marketplace of Damarescus by invisible cocks. The book was lost after that. Everyone with any interest in the occult knows that."
>"I don't know how, but she has it! Moondancer saw it with her own two eyes! She told me of Sunset's plan! I know what she intends to summon from the outer dark, to usher in a horrible new age!"
"And what is that, Lyra?"
"The White Walker! Anon-Ymous, The White Ape of the Woods With A Thousand Young!"
>Your fur stands on end.
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>>43209019
Anon is behind on child payments.
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What would you do to pull your waifu out of the negative spiral she's found herself in?
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>>43209287
Join her
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>>43209047
>child payments
>not child support payments
>anon is literally required to give his infernal debtors foals on a regular basis
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>>43209338
Anon, please stop referring to horny mares as "infernal debtors".
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>>43209338
>Anon is considered an eldritch abomination due to the whole completely blank face shebang, and thus is sent to a 'suitable location'.
>A sleazy city that is stuck between "Here" and "There" on a crossroads between dark corners of the Equus, where the sun never rises.
>Many hijinks ensue, varying from noir-lite to SAVE ME FAUSTMARE, with Anon running into all sorts of weird ponies who live there.
>One small problem though.
>Well, maybe not a *small* problem.
>Okay, fine. He has a huuuuuge gambling problem, and regularly racks up debts with the local movers and shakers.
>The latest gambling escapade has him losing it all, and even more than that. Not even a faint glimmer of hope of being able to bounce back and repay all that.
>However. His seed takes to even most barren of wombs, which makes it priceless for many infernal or otherwise eldritch mares who missed their chance long ago.
>And if you think that regular RGRE mares get lonely, like ninety percent of the city would make Luna's moon stint look like GigaTrixie ThunderCunt drowning in dick.
>So mares running the city cut Anon a deal - perform a community studding service and his debts will be wiped away.
>It goes about as well as you'd expect...
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>>43209488
Celestia goes to visit her dad every so often, just to see if she can get him to stop gambling so much.
Tirek when asked just shrugs.
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>>43209488
>That one eldritch mare who's a sunhat tipper and simps for you
>Uses her reality warping abilities just to hold open doors for you
>Uses another creatures skin to cover a puddle so your shoes don't get wet
>Made one mare who insulted you lose her mind
>Built a non euclidian deck once
>Watches you sleep (it's not creepy)
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>>43209488
>You are Anonymous.
>Which is annoying.
>You wish you could remember your actual name.
>Or what life was like back on... that human planet, whatever it was called.
>Stupid magic bullshit wiped your memory.
>Apparently showing up to Equestria with a cellphone and electric toothbrush was enough to get declared an eldritch abomination and zapped with the Elements.
>You figure they were probably trying to send you to the moon, or maybe turn you to stone, but instead some really weird shit happened and you're pretty sure you're a demigod now.
>At least, that's your best explanation for why your body is now an amorphous spectre stretching across an infinite void in a dimension of pure chaos.
>You're not sure how long you've been here, but you're pretty sure it's somewhere between 23 microseconds and 4 centuries.
>It's been getting a little hard to keep track of stuff like time and space and that third top secret thing that mortals don't know about yet.
>But at least you figured out how to set up a psychic link to /mlp/ in here.
>And you're pretty sure you did it without unleashing a horde of demons onto the internet.
>You're in the middle of another argument about pony bellybuttons when a hole in unreality opens up.
>For a second you're certain it's Discord come to call you a fag again, but no, it's actually Princess Luna.
>She looks pretty weirded out.
>You close your mental browser tabs in a hurry, shape yourself into something that you're pretty sure was kind of close to your original human form, and start to speak.
"GRRRRRRTMĈMMBRRZTPǼIIIIIINMNMƦLjǨǫǯAAAaaahhhh. Pardon me, bit of corruption in my throat. Hello Princess, it's good to see you. Can I get you anything to drink? Coffee? Tea? Miasma?"
>"FOUL ABOMINATION, WE COME TO OFFER THOU A CURSED BARGAIN!"
"Oh shit, really?"
>"OUR CITIES CRUMBLE. OUR CROPS WITHER AND DIE. OUR KNOWLEDGE TURNS TO DUST. AND ALL THAT WAS ONCE GOOD IN OUR KINGDOM SHALL SURELY FALL INTO UTTER RUIN.
"Fs in chat."
>"IN ANCIENT TIMES LONG PAST WE HAVE CONSORTED WITH DEVILS SUCH AS THOU, COMMITTING SMALLER EVILS SO THAT WE MIGHT CONTINUE TO PROLONG OUR PARADISE OF HARMONY."
"Fair."
>"SO DO NOT DARE TO THINK US A MERE SIMPLETON PLAYING WITH DARK FORCES BEYOND OUR COMPREHENSION!"
"Oh not at all, you've got a real aura of experience and authority."
>"ATTEMPT NOT TO SWAY US WITH YOUR HONEYED PRAISE! WE KNOW THINE TRICKERY, THE WILES AND TEMPTATIONS OF THE ACCURSED INCUBUS!"
"I'm gonna take that as a compliment."
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>>43210222
>"WE ARE HERE TO ASK THY PRICE. WHAT MEASURE OF EVIL MUST WE ENDURE IN EXCHANGE FOR YOUR SERVICES?"
"Hang on, my services? What services?"
>"WHY THY SEX, PLAINLY! WHAT ELSE COULD POSSIBLY DRAW US TO SEEK OUT A LOWLY MALE DEVIL IN THE STEAD OF A MORE POTENT FEMALE POWER?"
"My what? Also, hey!"
>"THY SEX! THY POWER AS AN INCUBUS! OUR OWN ACCURSED MALES HAVE GROWN TOO SPOILT. GREAT IS THE SIZE OF THEIR FANCY, MASSIVELY OUTWEIGHING THE MEAGER SIZE OF THEIR HARDLY-FERTILE ORBS! OUR MARES HAVE LIKEWISE FORGOTTEN THE WILL TO SHAPE THEM. INSTEAD OF A FIRM HOOF AND TIGHT SHEATH, THEY SEEK TO SEDUCE WITH MASCULINE PREENING, IF INDEED THEY ATTEMPT TO SEDUCE AT ALL!"
"So... the actual problem with your country is..."
>"WE POSSESS NOT THE NUMBER OF FOALS NEEDED TO INHERIT THE MAGIC AND SPIRIT OF EQUESTRIA, AND AS OUR POPULATION DWINDLES, SO SHALL THE POTENCY OF OUR INHABITANTS, SURELY AS A SNAKE DEVOURS ITS OWN TAIL!"
"And you want me to..."
>"SOW EACH AND EVERY FIELD UNTIL IT IS BURSTING WITH BLOSSOMING FRUIT."
"So... sex for the purposes of reproduction."
>"INDEED. NOW NAME YOUR PRICE. SHALL IT BE PAID IN BLOOD? SOULS? DARK MAGICS? THE TEARS OF WIDOWERS? EXCLUSIVE FIGURINES? END THIS DARK SUSPENSE AND MAKE THY DESIRES PLAIN!"
"I want my cozy NEET life back."
>"DO NOT PRESUME THAT WE SHALL AGREE TO YOUR FIRST... WHAT?"
"I want to live again, in Equestria. But I don't want to have to wageslave or anything. I want a fancy house, preferably with a maid, preferably one I can fuck, and enough of a pension that I can afford to dine on the finest chicken tenders in the land every single day. Oh yeah, I want a carnivore diet, none of this gay vegetarian shit. And I wanna keep my immortality and eldritch connection to my internet from back home, obviously. And honey mustard sauce for the tendies."
>"THAT IS... STILL QUITE OAFISH BUT FAR LESS EVIL THAN WE ANTICIPATED! DEAL!"
>With that final word, unreality begins to spin around you, and your infinite consciousness is suddenly shoved into a small lump of grey matter piloting a flesh puppet.
>The flesh puppet starts to throw up.
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>>43210226
Luna was always the one with bad decisions. Bet her sister is going to be real mad.
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>>43210226
Okay, I see four gotchas in it. First, if it only takes one demonic partner to work and if horse occultists have access to much more powerful mare demons, why won't they use them for repopulation instead? It sound more efficient. Second, are we talking about sex with ponies or literally fucking the fields like motherfucking Enki to symbolically make ponies more fertile? One of these two things is the real activity and the other is on the receiving end of sympathetic magic mumbo jumbo, it may go either way. Third, in both cases it sounds like a full-time job, not something you can meaningfully half-ass while spending most of your time playing mario carts. Fourth, what's the catch with the maid? I know there's a catch, what is it?
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I want to be Apple Cobbler's hooman tradhubby! I want her to fuck me with her tight wet marepussy until we have a dozen of foals, and that's bare minimum!
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>>43210429
>what's the catch with the maid?
Maids are colts, butlers are mares
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>>43210559
>Maids are colts
That makes absolutely no sense.
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>>43210574
Why would the Princesses have a bunch of mares in dresses prancing around the castle? Are you implying the Princesses are gay? Guards, seize him!
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>>43210226
"uurrrrrrggh..."
>"SISTER!"
>"Oh no. Celly, let me-"
>"WHY IS THERE A DEVIL VOMITING ON MY CARPET?"
>"Well I'm not sure about the vomiting but-"
>"I TOLD YOU WINDOW SHOPPING ONLY!"
>"But Sister this one is different, we got the best deal-"
>"YOU LET IT SEDUCE YOU!"
>"We promise we would never-"
>"YOU SUCCUMBED TO THE DEVIL DICK!"
>"No! This one is different, he only desires to live the hedonist life of a marecel!"
"oh fucking christ my fucking head..."
>"YOU!"
>Eyes.
>Horse eyes.
>White. Horn. Wings. Real big.
>Celestia.
"Hi, uh, Princess. Sorry for the, uh, my head is not in the best... thing. Feeling really... human, again. Weird."
>"JUST WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY SISTER, ACCURSED DEVIL?"
"Aw fuck please no with the voice. I have actual eardrums now and I want them to stay intact thank you."
>"Then explain yourself, foul wretch!"
"Luna explained the sex thing and I... uh, I just want my life back, dude, I never asked for any of this devil shit. I want to eat tendies and play vidya and cum inside Rainbow Dash if that's still on the table... wait, is she still alive even? How long was I out?"
>"What cunning sorcery... How do you know the name of the Element of Loyalty?"
>"Like we were saying, Sister, this one is not a typical devil!"
>"We shall see..."
>Celestia's horn glows, and you feel ticklish.
>You inspect your flesh body. It looks mostly alright, pretty /fit/, but you don't remember having tattoos in an unreadable arcane script that slowly circle around your flesh.
"Huh. What's with all the... that?"
>"Our magic bounds you, devil. My foalish sister at least managed to remember the basics. Now, let's reveal your true desires..."
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>>43210738
>Her horn glows again, and you feel magic press against your mind.
>It's like a mouse cursor poking around in your skull, opening various folders.
>It feels like you could resist it, but that would probably just give you an aneurysm or something.
>You see a bunch of images float around you like holograms.
>"What is this? Em, El, Pi?"
>"Sister, these are images of us!"
>"And the Elements, and... oh my."
>"We told you, Sister! This is no ordinary incubus! He doesn't seduce mares to consume the souls of their foals, he... he is truly just driven to obsession by thoughts of mating for mating's own sake!"
>"But... no, we must go deeper! What is it that you TRULY desire, fiend?"
>The cursor goes deeper, and you feel it poking at... well, feelings.
>It's like your deepest desires, your most primal yearnings are drawn out of you.
>"What's this, Sister?"
>"It appears to be an army of finely painted miniatures."
>"These are drawings of the Elements... but embroided upon cushions?"
>"Plate upon plate of breaded meats and rich sauces..."
>"A shrine to a demon of gluttony named GABEN?"
>The images vanish.
>"Very well, we concede that for a vile devil, you're... a fair cut above the rest."
"That's because I'm not really a... well, maybe. Yeah."
>"So we were correct in our assessment? He is indeed a worthy incubus?"
>"Considering the low cost... yes, he shall do just fine."
>"HUZZAH! Excellent, now let us proceed with the breeding!"

>>43210429
I really didn't think that far ahead lmao
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>>43210742
>>"A shrine to a demon of gluttony named GABEN?"
Can Anon run Steam on his demonputer?
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>>43210742
>>"A shrine to a demon of gluttony named GABEN?"
>implying celestia wouldn't get along with gabe like a house on fire
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>>43204293
>social media is reason for social degradation
absolute shit take
stallion suffrage is what caused our modern problems
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>>43210742
Brain poked, at least they didn’t find your fetishes.
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>>43211072
idk what you're talking about, shit's gone downhill since stallions stopped suffering
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>>43210429
>First, why not boost your population with lesbian demons?
That's not how reproduction works. Besides, they're female demons, so you know they're feminists. They'll demand that all the new foals get aborted.
>Second, what (the) fuck are we talking about?
I suspect that Anon will do the breeding directly when awake. When he is asleep he'll dreamwalk (Luna's involvement optional, she showed him that the door was there, now the monkey will open it on his own) into stallions (turning them into anonstallions) and do some additional breeding.
>Third, is this some kind of fucking job?
He can multitask. The back of a mare is the prefect shelf for snacks, and he doesn't need his hands to service her.
>Fourth, what's the catch with the maid? I know there's a catch, what is it?
I don't know, but a skilled adventurer knows to always check for traps.
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>>43212205
You don’t let your stallions near demon mares.
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>>43210226
>I want a carnivore diet, none of this gay vegetarian shit.
Nigga, you are an omnivore! You are supposed to eat plants and meat! Stop limiting yourself!

>honey mustard sauce for the tendies.
Real, I suppose.
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>>43210032
>Be Anon.
>Roiling primordial chaos surrounds you on all sides.
>That must mean that you've fallen asleep and are currently in a middle of a spontaneously-formed cuddlepile of eldritch mares.
>Despite their maddeningly incomprehensible nature making your skin feel like TV static, it's warm and hella comfy.
>You move into a more comfortable position and snuggle deeper into the pile of mares.
>On a whim, without opening your eyes, you smooch away at random.
>As per usual, your lips find a familiar shape of snootle, and light giggle crowns the success of this silly endeavor.
>You simply smile and let the sleep reclaim you.
>Life is good.
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>>43213475
Let the old ones sleep.
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>>43214124
Never. I'll poke their ribs and make them stir and giggle in their slumber, I'll pat their heads and tuck them in. That's what occultism is all about.
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>>43210226
>IN THE STEAD OF A MORE POTENT FEMALE POWER
Wait so that means they would see Megan as a superior counterpart to Anon?
Maybe even as a beneficial eldritch being, related to strenght, courage and all that good womanly values, while Anon is related to temptation and desire due to the Female/Male dicotomy.
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Ephemeral was cool and wrote good horse words, it's a shame he got propellered and all
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>>43214218
does he call her Megan or Meegan?
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>>43214348
He calls her "Jailbait".
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>>43214348
He calls her Megan when they are alone, and Meegan while around the ponies just to mess with her.

(He also calls her misstress while she disciplines him)
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>"Nnnggghhh~... why can't humies be real..."
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>>43214477
He needs a lot of discipline.
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>>43214218
Meegan and Anon were both sent to RGREquestria, but Meegan takes her role as de facto leader very seriously, and takes it upon herself to tardwrangle Anon, who happens to be the textbook definition of "terminal whimsy"
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>>43215179
>and takes it upon herself to tardwrangle
She's had years of doing that, so she's already an expert.

But, will she be able to stomach everypony assuming that she and Anon are married?
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>>43215232
She'll say she's his sister. They'll think she's old-fashioned
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>>43215237
Or part of the Apple clan.

She does know an Applejack.
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>>43215242
A very silly pony.
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>>43215237
>Everypony assumes they are both married and she is the old-fashioned
>She blushes and tries to play it off saying she is his sister.
>Now the ponies are the ones blushing
>They now think she is extremely old-fashioned
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>>43215444
>Luna daps her up and says Meegan is "heavily based"
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any rgre-stallion isekai'd into egalitarian gender roles equestria?
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>>43215855
>original premise
gtfo
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>>43214477
>Megan and Anon have a love-hate relationship
>Anon sort of hates being reminded humanity is a thing but loves that Megan doesn't put up with pony nonsense
>Megan loves that Anon can help her relax from the bullshit ponies put her through, but hates that he joins in with calling her Meegan
>Both regularly get into screaming matches
>Anon's heard worse than anything Megan can come up with so he has a shit-eating grin on his face every time
>That pisses Megan off more
>Leads to a "shut up!" "make me!" back and forth between the two with Megan forcibly kissing Anon to shut him up, then runs when she realizes what she did
>Anon must now contend with the idea of liking a "no hooves"
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>>43216437
>>Anon must now contend with the idea of liking a "no hooves"
Sudoku
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>>43216437
>>Anon must now contend with the idea of liking a "no hooves"
that one kiss siphoned away some of anon's wizard powers
it's ogre
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>>43216437
I'm sure Cadance is being a corner somewhere rubbing her hooves.
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>>43210226
Are this stallions literally possessed by demons of sissyness? Is Anon going to literally slap the faggot out of a stallion?
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>>43217660
>Windigoes in RGR equestria are demons of chaos and whimsy
>Think like faeries but cranking up the fruitiness to 500
>And they have a special connection to the Male gender, how fun is that.
>They already have influence over the stallion's mind, but when friendship problems take place, that influence grows
>And the longer and the worse this friendship problem gets, this influence grows further
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>>43218265
A herd was made to control this. 3 mares to 1 stallion a surefire way prevent Windigoe manifestation.
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>>43219225
Listen to all of that whinnying.
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>>43218566
>the gender imbalance is an ancient magical counteract to wendigoes
DEEPEST LORE
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>>43219606
It’s that or friendship, and only mares understand friendship.
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>10
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>Be mare
>Talking to a friend about life
>Friend clam that Prince Anon is getting something for his mother on mothers day
>Laugh and say the best thing he could give her is a mare with his child
>Friend was not laughing with you
>call her a pussy till you hear a cough behind you
>It's bucken prince anon
>Clam that you would make a suitable mother for his kids
>You are now a concubine for the prince
>You not sure if you could call this a win or a lose
>something something rgre.
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>>43220507
Total lose. He’s making you his bitch.
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>>43220507
>Friend clam that
MARE SAARS HOW CAN HE BOOP
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>>43220844
SEESTAARS would be a better rgre-ification, methinks
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>>43220507
Don't be showing your friend your clam.
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>>43220507
>something something rgre
this is always my favorite part
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Hi newbie to this thread here, can you tell me how RGRR Twilight works?
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>>43221724
White knight simp.
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What does your mare do with the cash she gets from studding you out in the spring?
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>>43222417
75% goes to something (You) would like, 25% disappears into her marecave
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>>43222435
desu more of my labor gets extracted by the current regime and I get fucked harder at work too
long live the maretriarchy
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fics where Celestia buys Twilight a stallion for her birthday so she stops being a kissless virgin?
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>>43223191
That sounds old fashioned even for RGRE
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>>43223205
Okay, how about a fic where Luna buys Twilight a stallion?
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>>43223471
I need a fic where Luna buys herself a stallion and that stallion is ME
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>>43223474
Are you a pure stallion of noble blood and good standing?
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>>43221842
at first I thought this as insult, but then I thought about it, and you might be right. So you don't think Twilight would treat Anon like Spike, or like a test subject for her theories?
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>>43223527
>"The refraction period should be overcome with this new spell I've made."
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>>43223205
kek, I meant more in the prostitution sense but I guess that's on me
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>>43223520
Does being racist count? I'm sure a ye olde princess would appreciate some racism.
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>>43224254
That would be good for a jester, but it would not add much to your dowry.
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>>43224350
I wouldn't mind being a jester. It can't be that hard to make Luna laugh, right?
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>>43224352
>stallion
>comedy
oh she's laffin alright
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>>43224356
>Anon is considered a one of a kind due to being the only "stallion" cappable of creating comedy
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>>43224382
>He's constantly pressured and stressed into coming up with good jokes lest Luna threaten him with physical harm.
I'd say it's grim but that's my fetish!
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>"Why does it take more than one stallion to change a lightbulb?"
>"Because they're so darn stupid!"
>Luna loses her mind laughing every single time
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>>43224444
>"A filly comes home from school one day and asks her mother, 'Mom, what's a penis?'"
>"The mare grabs a Playcolt magazine and flips through it before showing it to her daughter. 'See here? That's a penis.'"
>"The filly then asks, 'Okay, so what's an asshole?'"
>"The mare traces a circle around the stallion on the page. 'Everything else around it!'"
>picrel
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Stallions are bad enough but just wait until you have to interact with a real Caramel. He's just gonna scream about managers and other nonsense
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>>43224883
FACT: non-virgin mares have lower mana reserves than comparable virgin mares
stallions are known witch power thieves
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>>43224973
So the best way to keep Glimmer in check would be a stallion?
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>>43224973
So to keep Luna in check from going mad again is to get her laid. Seems Celestia is the only one who's chill.
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>>43225423
Too bad she has Sunburst.
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>Tfw your marefriend starts to get insecure about her receding hairline
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>>43226100
>norwood posting made it to mlp
this is truly the most based and redpilled general
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>>43226100
Mane extensions are a thing.
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>>43223474
>no stallions-are-pets-you-buy-from-the-store-verse
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>>43224973
That sounds like bullshit Moondancer.
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>>43224973
>>43227398
This is some Andrea Teat propaganda
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>>43227397
WHAT
LET ME IN
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>>43228121
I’ll twist those teats.
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The humans have it easy. If a mare gets uppity all they do is pick them up.
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>>43228126
I know. No fic verse where you're a scrappy, troubled rescue colt and a young filly your age convinces her dam to let her buy you because "he needs me", convincing you to open your heart to her through her determined, upbeat optimism, scrappy adventurous spirit, and solemn commitment to rise to the challenge and responsibility of being your owner.
It's basically torture to live.
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>>43230391
>"Applejack, you promised! You promised that when Ah got mah cutie mark that you'd go 'n buy me mah own Big Mac!"
>"Oh Sugar... Ya know money's tight right now Bloom, wouldn't ya rather wait to buy a colt when we can afford a halfway decent one?"
>"But Ah want a 'big brother' NOW! Ah don't care if he's some fancy-schmancy expensive colt... Ah just want somepony t' bake for me, an' rub mah hooves, an'... well, he ain't gotta be fancy or nuthin'! Besides, Diamond and her friends always buy the best ones first anyway!
>"Oh, alright, just don't come cryin' t' me when he ain't broken in yet. If ya want him, ya gotta take care of him. And that means trainin' him t' be a good boy."
>"Ah'm sure it won't be too hard. Ah'll get a real sweet one, with kind eyes, show 'im some gen-yu-ine love an' affection, and Ah'm sure he'll be the sweetest companion a filly could ask fer!"
Meanwhile...
>"Now sweetie, please behave and I'll get you a nice treat..."
>"THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?"
>"Don't give into the whimsy, just calm down and take this, you'll start to feel better..."
>"I ASKED FOR AN HIE HAREM ISEKAI NOT WHATEVER THE FUCK THIS IS!"
>"Honey, now be a big colt and take your medicine like a good boy, I don't want to have to restrain you..."
>"OH GOD HOW DO YOU WALK ON FOUR LIMBS?"
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>>43223527
>Twilight is fascinated with you, in more ways than one.
>She tries to observe you scientifically and sets up all sorts of experiments often.
>This would probably be somewhat sinister if she wasn't just so adorkably cute about it.
>Not to mention that any scientific observation-slash-notetaking attempt usually ends up with her beginning to ogle you mid written word.
>You could practically hear her train of thought gleefully derailing into a bottomless ravine.
>To that, you just chuckle and ruffle her mane a bit, which causes her to blink rapidly and do a positively precious pout.
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>>43230759
I don't get it, anon is supposed to be isekaid? Who is he talking to?
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>>43228121
>>43228751
>In a turn of events that was repeatedly confirmed to NOT be caused by Discord, Anon winds up on an Andrea Teat podcast, shocking mare-o-sphere with takes so backwards that even Luna considered them a bridge too far.
>...Only to turn back and twist Andrea's teats so hard that it was solely the metaphorical nature of this act that prevented her from attaining gyroscopic stabilization for the rest of her natural lifespan.
>In retrospect, historians agree that stallionism was pushed back at least two centuries that day.
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I don’t know if I should bring real life news here, but there was an accusation by a random person at JP Morgan that his boss made him a sex slave, and now the internet is filled with memes, asking for his postion.

How do mares react to this behaviour by humans.
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>be mare
>ponies are claiming that a hooman male is on a booping spree
>he had already boop 20 ponies for the last 30min
>as much you like him to boop the stallions whimsy out of them you need to stop him
>you are looking for him till you hear a stick snap
>you turn and see the hooman male chargeing at you
>you try to charge at him to boop him but you were too late
>he booped you and you fall to the group
>to think your boopginity would be lost to a careless hooman male
>you lay there on the group as the hooman go to his next victim.
>such a life with those hooman aliens.
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>>43230839
Sure showed that mare!
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>>43230817
The nurse at the "orphanage" that Cadence runs, where she steals human men from other worlds and turns them into colts.
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>>43229524
Fool, that's what they want you to do!
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>>43232160
>censored eyes
Rgre porn is weird
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>>43232167
You take one look into those bottomless gems and you'll wake up 30 years later in a herd of 5 with 80 foals and no idea what happened
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>>43232167
Pony eyes are so large that half of their facial recognition is taken up by identifying every fleck and shimmer in a pony's eyes. Sunglasses aren't for blocking out the sun, they're for hiding your identity. Those S.M.I.L.E. agents are unrecognizable to any of their own coworkers outside of uniform. Anonymous PonyNet users wear shades to be able to speak out against the griffons without having their identities leaked. Anon's lucky he's the only human; our small eyes would do to ponies what covering the lower third of your face does to us.
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>start a herd
>expect your wives to fight
>instead of being martial with each other, they're marital
wwyd joining them is the right move
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>>43231911
You do NOT insult a man's choice in socks and walk away unscathed!
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>>43230758
I'm conflicted.
>Bionicle is extremely based
>Sonic is whatever
>Fnaf crossover fanfiction is beyond cringe

Do you think the weird mare(s) can be shown the light?
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>>43234086
Tough to say, but definitely important to make sure they aren't wasting their lives in fandoms built around toy commercials for children. Absolutely critical, that one.
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>>43234086
>erm yikes sweaty, you have to stop liking things and focus all of your attention on me
Typical coltoid
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>>43234086
The existence of CWC has taught me to be wary of any Sonic crossovers.
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>>43231250
Okay now I am thinking about sombra. Like what do we know about his cultists that they are loners who are very knowledgeable about magic, so mares like moondancer.

Since slut is an insult is it possible that propaganda that was meant to pain him like a slut, caused a lot of mares to join his cult hoping that they could bring him back and that he would plow them.
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>>43235334
Then they get the mind control helmet.
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>>43235781
>Be Sombra
>Resurrected by a number of foolish mares
>Pop helmets on 'em in a jiffy
>They really are foolish, that was the easiest ensssslavement yet!
>Wait.
>Why are they demanding you plow them?..
>Why aren't the helmets working!?
>They are supposed to suppress any thought inside.
>Could it be...
>No, it can't be...
>ARE THEY THINKING WITH THEIR CLI-
And that's the story of how Sombra got his whimsy drained out of him (repeatedly) and became a model househusband.
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>>43235832
They’re thinking with their 2nd head.
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>>43230758
Absolutely WOULD. You just know the weird mares fuck like they're trying to survive.
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>>43235781
Maybe maybe not sombra does need some ponies to handle the brain work, for him, things like logistics and so on.

But now that I think about it he problem would be so weirded out that he would put the brain helmet on or something else.

I can just imagine it him trying and failing to create something that allows him to utilize his group of elite, almost once in a generation talents but still being creeped out by them.
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>>43224883
That's just what happens when they haven't had their balls drained in a while. They get all cranky because of the pressure. Stallions need regular drainings or their balls explode.
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>>43235832
Man Sombra really is built for punitive gang rape headcanons.
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>>43237259
>You are the Ahpplehoers.
>It's a sunny day out, and you're fresh out of chores.
>Ahnon has recently completed one of the bigger of his "handyman" projects townsponies hired him for. You'd give them some grief for that but honestly, you have no place to say anything with how often your brother's talents (Being big and being red) are put to use at the farm.
>Anyhow, he's done with a big chunk of work and plum eager to treat y'all to some cider. Y'all being you and Rainbow.
>Somepony has to rein in that blue horn-dog, even if her passes go way over Ahnon's pretty little head.
>He may be a little funny up in there, but you wouldn't call him few ahpples short of a bushel. Celestia knows it's not often that a colt turns up that is able to hold a conversation, much less a curious one.
>Speaking of, Rainbow's been badgering him about the "extreme sports" ever since he mentioned those, only stopping her motor-mouthed questioning to sip some cider or to belt out a dirty compliment to a passerby colt.
>You've largely gave up on trying to stop those, especially considering the sun and the beverage in front of you.
>Ahh, that iced cider really hits the spot. Maybe you should invest into one of these fancy ice-making cloud machines...
>"Come on, dangle them orbs!"
>The colt tucks his tail between his hind-legs and bristles.
>Oh mare, Rainbow is in for it now!..
>"Why are you mares always so... disgusting?!"
>Or maybe not...
>Rainbow rolls her eyes, turns back to you two and waves a hoof dismissively,
>"Pshaw, bet he'd be way less cranky if he got his balls drained every once in a while."
>That has the colt red in the face, and you pull your hat over your eyes, distancing yourself from the scene he's about to make.
>All of a sudden, Ahnon chimes in,
>"Makes sense."
>Colt's coiffured head whips to face him so fast that even you got whiplash.
>"Excuse me?!"
>Ahnon, cluelessly as ever, smiled and launched into an explanation,
>"Well, you see, there's this thing called testosterone, basically a male hormone-"
>"I don't-!
>"-which is produced by testes, or balls, and that hormone is usually associated with aggression, competition-"
>"Wha-"
>"-and sexual display. Ejaculation is known to reduce your T, so draining your balls, does, in fact make you less cranky."
>Rainbow's manure-eating grin has reached its apex, and she finally uproars with laughter.
>The poor colt bolts away from your table.
>Ahnon shrugs,
>"I'd be mad, too. It's probably a pain in the ass to use hooves to crank your hog."
>While Rainbow manages her newfound difficulty breathin', your unfocused gaze falls onto Twilight who's involuntarily eavesdropped on the whole thing and currently looks like she's about to have an ahneurism.

I don't know why, but the mental image of Appul mispronouncing Anon as Ah-non is just inherently hilarious to me.
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>>43237899
her mispronouncing things is just more proof that she's best pony
and Twilight's probably just salty that she didn't get to put her two cents in. she probably knows a lot about hormones and shit, would be glad to share some fun facts about the subject in a conversation that doesn't orbit around Dash's obsession with ball draining
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>>43237899
>>43237973
I believe Twilight is speed running scenarios with Anon involved, either that or possible suggestions and their ramifications of new stallion de-aggression laws. Such as but not limited to Police mares authorized "Drain" the anger out of fighting males till they are tired enough to settle a dispute verbally or forget entirely.
I think it'd be viewed differently from stallions part of the guard or other federal services of the crown. Luna would take too it but Celestia would definitely add on clauses where either a marefriend or somepony close to them would have precedence.
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>>43237899
Pinkie already has nicknames for Anon, Apple can use appleese.
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bump
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I love mares!
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Stallions fear vacuum cleaners more than mares do.
Those things are quite yonic.
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We stallions need to get together and stop mare from groping our balls.
I been groped ten time this week alone.
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>page 10
And mare say they rule the world.
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>10
Damn
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>>43239591
>Stallions fear vacuum cleaners
Sounds like an excuse for not having the house clean when I get home. Back to work colt, unless you're lookin' for a boop!
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>>43237899
Thinking about it, testosterone being the primary hormone for the bitchier part of the population must suck so hard, stallionfights must be a common occurence.
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>>43241491
It gets activated by the presence of mares, which are everywhere.
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>>43241491
I've always headcanon'd that mares would matronizingly manage their stallion's exposure to other stallions because "we don't want you agitating each other sweetie"
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>>43241491
>>43242015
So if 3DPD have "cat fights", what would the stallions' equivalent be called? Colt fights?
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>>43242015
Women's knitting clubs and tea parties are evidence that men never care about women congregating. Historically it was women frustrated by male congregations. When women got power the first thing they did was try to ban alcohol, invade male spaces, etc. Chances are it will be the stallions who are frustrated by female sorority and powerless to stop it until Stallionism.
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>>43239943
Iy would be hilarious to be the one Stallion not offended. Everyone is going to call me a slut.
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>>43231960
Me next
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>write a long-format fiction book about a Reign: Equestria version of Celestia going incredible gassy mode on griffons and subduing what little government they have with her fat ass
>Best-seller in Griffonstone
>There are photos of you at the author Q&A panel at Brapcon in Manehatten
>You look a little dead inside
Something, something, RGRE
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>>43242033
That's why I actually support stallionism in RGRE, I just fear being unable to stop whatever the fuck 5th wave has turnid into in our world
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>>43242033
While I agree re the irl historicity, I think either is RGRE-viable, depending on the specific calibration of "girls are in charge because they dominate like boys" and "girls are in charge because femininity is dominant"
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>>43238397
>Twilights fw the most sexist, backward, offensive sis-science stereotype suddenly gets backed with a suspiciously-plausible explanation.
>By a colt, no less.
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there's a pickme born every minute!
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>>43242073
Why is she so big, her farts can probably intoxicate billions, gorillions even.
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>>43226100
This may imply that patterned balding is a curse on the dominant gender.
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>>43242996
Sounds like love at first sight.
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How does marriage work in rgre do stallions take the name of their wife and for herds how does that work.
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>>43244976
Ponies are matriarchal but patrilineal, since there's so few stallions and it's not like a mare wouldn't know whose splooge knocked her up. So herds and children take on the family name of the stallion. Sometimes colts are given the maiden name of their birth mothers, for legacy reasons.
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>Be Anon.
>In the previous life you used to be a fitness coach - not the hipster kind, the one that actually got shit done.
>Swimming, running, lifting like a true /fit/izen and you also moonshined as a horseriding coach since it was so popular around your parts.
>Actually, you knew a lot about horses.
>So your current line of work should not come as a surprise.
>A cartoon horse fitness coach.
>Hitting the books again was a bitch but obtaining the required certification has absolutely paid off.
>What confuses you is that many of these mares do not need any fitness guidance as far as you can tell - they're in great shape!
>Eh, maybe they want to make sure their technique is not out of whack.
>At least that was your working theory until this morning jog with your charges.
>You were making sure that stragglers pick up the pace when you heard one of them murmur,
>"..y-yes, dommy daddy."
>...You might need a drink or ten.
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>>43245338
There's two kind of mares.
One looks at you and thinks
>"I want hooman dommy daddy to choke me~"
The other one thinks
>"Unf, buckable little bitch needs to get domesticated..."
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>>43245338
>Turning tubby mares into lean mean lifting machines
What could be >architected can be demolished.
TOTAL MARE HEALTHINESS
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>>43244050
You forgot your starlight glimmer flag.
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Man it's really lonely in this thread, hope somepony do something crazy.
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>>43246389
Like a flip?
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>As you start to come to your senses, you can feel your head swimming. You blink a few times to try and clear your vision, but your bleary eyes refuse to focus completely
>"Shh! Oh, he's awake. Consarnit, Fritter, I told you to be quiet 'til after I got the zebra juice in 'im."
>You hear some hushed whispers nearby as you try to move your arms. It sounds like a few mares arguing.
>You quickly realize that you're tied up... and a brisk sensation confirms that you seem to be missing your pants. There's a soft wool blanket between your bare back and the trunk of an apple tree.
>You helplessly wriggle. Whoever tied this rope is an expert.
>Three grinning mares look you up and down with hungry eyes in the light of the setting sun
>"Rise 'n shine, sleepin' beauty. Yer a long way from home, ain'tcha?"
>The other mares laugh smugly
>"Never tried and ape before. Nice catch, Applejack."
>The orange mare does a slight bow. "Nothin' to it, really. Feller ate a bushel of fermentin' apples... apples that were supposed to be fer this year's hard cider, Anon." She casts an annoyed, flat expression your way.
>Ah. That's right. You found a barrel of the sweetest apples you ever tasted... you couldn't help yourself. One after another, you enjoyed each sweet burst of cool, flavorful apples... until you woke here, tied to a tree. In hindsight, stealing from the Apple Family was probably not your smartest decision.
>"Don't worry yer lil monkey head none 'bout payin' us back. I think we found a good way to git our fill, ain't that right girls?"
>One of the mares rolls her lip under her teeth. The other giggles excitedly. Applejack puts a chilly hoof up against your manhood, making you flinch
>"Well? Come now, Anon. You owe us this. Show us what this thing can do... or do I haf ta bring out that zebra potion an' make ya? We both know you don't want that now, right?"
>You feel her warm breath against your nethers, sending a chill up your back.
>"Bumpkin, why don't you give our mischievous monkey friend a try? Yer good with the stallions."
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>>43246928
>Anon uses ropes he's been tied to the tree with as a harness to wiggle his way up the tree.
>Bucking only allows him to shimmy up the trunk higher.
>Now there's an impasse: Anon cannot leave yet his dick is at an unreachable height.
>Crafty mares bring in a crate since they don't have a bucket that big.
>Anon's wild leg flailing sends the mare brave enough to try first tumbling, returning appuls to square one.
>Trying to gang up on him and pull him down caused them to be... pissed on! Poor Fritter developed a nasty pinkeye and had to leave.
>Applejack is beside herself, frustrated both traditionally and sexually, while Anon keeps shitposting IRL from above.
>"Did you know that un-metabolized alcohol ends up in urine? I have your cider right here, just come a little closer and open wide!"
>"Why'd yah hafta make it so hard, consarnit?!"
>"Skill issue. Git gud, little mare. But maybe take a bath first."
>Applejack scrunches, but then smirks.
>"Sure thing. Just don't go anywhere."
>And trots off.
>"Fuck."
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>>43247033
Then country mares are trouble, I think Anon hears a banjo.
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>>43247033
>Apple Bumpkin rubs her head, shaking off the fall from earlier. She looks up at you, just as annoyed as Applejack was. She bucks the crate to the side and looks up at you
>"That's it! I'm gonna get you under control before my cuz gets back from her bath."
>You shimmy a little further up the tree
>"Ugh... Anon, yer still drunk as all get out. Help us burn off some heat, it will sober ya up! Just give in already and stop bein' so... dumb!"
>She walks out of view, which disturbs you more than anything else. You can hear her rustling around with something on the ground behind the tree. No matter how you turn your head, your swimming vision isn't able to score a glance at what she's doing. Suddenly, she zooms around the tree with terrifying speed.
>Now, your bare legs rub into the rough apple wood bark, bound by another rope
>"There! That should calm ya down."
>Oh it definitely didn't. You shuffle and shimmy even more, though this actually kinda hurts your legs. She chuckles.
>"Just gonna hurt yourself, darlin'. Give me and my cousin Applejack some fun and we'll consider lettin' ya loose. An' no more pissin' at us!"
>She searches the ground for a moment, then rolls her eyes
>"Applejack, why'd ya go off with the potion? This ornery tart needs a lil go-juice." She looks up at you with a smug scrunch. "Don't go nowhere now, ya hear?"
>As she trots off, you just groan. Looks like they got you pinned...
>Or do they? Clearly, Bumpkin doesn't know how to tie ropes nearly as well as her cousin. With some more wiggling, you're sure you can free your legs, though Applejack's knots seem to only get tighter as you move. The tree does seem to skinny up as you go higher... hmm... your apple-drunk mind bounces around some ideas. Who knows how long it's going to be before Applejack gets back, much less her cousin?
>You've only mere minutes to keep your virginity intact. There has to be some way to escape these crazy apple mares
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>>43247482
Maybe some fruit bats will save you.
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>>43247482
This would feel at home with Flutterrape.
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sweet, new green
stay alive until I get home to read it
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>>43247482
>Swinging from side to side you slowly crawl up until the ropes are slack enough that you can free your legs.
>One problem down, wish you could do something about Applejack's rope-work, your hands are starting to lose all feeling due to cut circulation.
>Maybe you can get those ropes to go slack too if you climb a little higher.
>Writhing like a worm on acid, you get as high as branches would let you.
>Not sure if the knots have gotten any looser, it's all pins and needles from the elbow down.
>You put your weight on the rope binding you across the chest, hopefully your hands will regain some feeling from the resulting slack.
>It is this exact moment that you register two big eyes with vertical slit pupils mere inches from your face.
>You'd definitely jump if you weren't this piss-drunk.
>Bringing the image back into focus, you see a bat pony hanging off the very same tree you're bound to.
>She's been checking you out for the past minute with a small smirk.
>Once you make the eye contact again, she pipes up with an unexpectedly melodic voice,
>"All of this, for little ol' me?.."
>Oh god fucking damn it, it never ends, does it?
>Your hands have almost regained feeling, you're clawing at the knots blindly trying to get them looser.
>Bat mare swings forward and licks the sweat off your forehead, shuddering as she does so.
>You find no better recourse than to lick her eyeball.
>"Bwaah!"
>She falls right out of the tree.
>Another point for Team Anon.
>"Feisty, aren'tcha?"
>She shakes her head and takes off only to hover out of your reach.
>You feel your left hand gain some slack, a bit more and you'll be able to pull it out.
>"Shame I don't have a ring on me. Let me help you down."
>You stare at her with a dull expression of a feeble-minded moron.
>She smiles at you, but this time it's not a smirk, but a kinder, if tender, smile.
>Just as the lasso tightens across her frame.
>"Gotcha, varmint!"
>Your left palm suddenly slips out of the bind, and ropes rapidly come undone.
>For a split-second of free-fall you see Apple mares leaping right on top of the flailing bat mare.
>Then the ground meets you.
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>>43248313
All of this was a trap to lure out those fruit bats!
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>>43248313
>"Yer slippery'er than a buttered-up eel!"
>"She's trying to take our colt!" Apple Bumpkin exclaims, catching a mouth full of batpony hoof
>The bat mare wrestles around with the pair of apple mares, even lassoed. She's pretty tough!
>It seems in all the commotion they've not noticed you loose from your bindings nor your faceplant into the soft Equestrian soil.
>"Go! Run! Get out of here, big guy! I've got this!!"
>You stumble up onto your legs, the world still a carousel of fading sunlight. You belch and taste the apples rising to the back of your throat, barely collecting yourself.
>You can't tell if you're spinning from the alcohol or a concussion, but it seems the fermented apples absorbed most of the blow. You can't feel a thing!
>Physically, at least. Your stomach drops when Applejack looks up and sees you.
>"Don't you go runnin' off on me! I got a lasso an' I know how ta use it!"
>The bat pony hipchecks Applejack aside, prompting another tackle from Apple Bumpkin. "Run! You're free, go! Go!"
>Right! One foot in front of the other now, Anon. That's how it usually works. You stumble about 10 feet and crash into the ground, rolling onto your side and getting up as fast as you can.
>Covered in leaves, dirt, and absolutely nothing else, you do your best to avoid the trees that keep dashing out in front of you. You manage to maintain your focus well enough to lock on to a white fence in the distance, then book it!
>Not without eating dirt a few more times as hoofbeats follow in your wake, getting closer. You swear you can hear a banjo playing Dixie nearby.
>"Git back 'ere!" Applejack's lasso comes screaming your way in stereoscope, but luckily your inebriation sends you rolling into the dirt as it nearly gets you.
>"Shoot! I won't miss a second time! Y'all better stop!"
>Suddenly, the ground just... disappears. You hear a pair of wings pounding hard as some fluffy fetlocks wrap around under your arms. "Gotcha!"
>From a distance, Granny Smith looks out over her family orchards, proud of another harvest nearly ready for bucking. A local bat pony then carries a butt naked ape over the tree tops as Applejack and Apple Bumpkin try their best to rope its ankle, barely missing it by inches.
>Granny just chuckles to herself and goes back to sipping on some hard cider. "Girls will be girls. Nice choice a' stud this time, at least. Hooo-eee~!"
>She picks her banjo back up and continues plucking on those silver strings

>The brisk evening air helps you sober up a little as your mare in shining armor sets you down on a grassy knoll overlooking the farm from a safe distance.
>"Criminey... that was a close one. Are you hurt at all, big fella?"
>She caresses your arms, looking at the rope marks. She seems sincere, at least... though you can't help but notice her glancing down at your cold and tender member.
>God dammit, her too? Can't catch a break, can you Anon?
>"Don't you... usually wear some nice clothes or something?" She smirks.
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>>43248413
We've been swooped fellas. Game over.
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>>43248413
At least Granny is having fun.
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>>43248413
>You look down at your cuts and bruises slowly making themselves known through the fading grip of alcohol. God only knows what Apples will do to your suit now.
"I... I guess I do."
>You squeeze out weakly. Dressing in a world of nudists has never struck you as odd before now.
>That must've sounded extra pathetic since she has stepped closer, concerned look on her face and her right wing outstretched to comfort you.
>You know what?
>Fuck it. She's earned it.
>You hoist her up and smooch her right on her snootle!
"My!"
>*smooch*
"Fuarking!"
>*smoooch*
"Hero!"
>*smoooooch!*
>mare.bat has stopped working...
>Her eyes have grown unbelievably wide, pupils dilated to perfectly round circles.
>A weak "eeee" escapes her as she vibrates in place.
>Just as you're starting to get concerned, she shakes her head and adopts a suave look.
>Fuck, that's cute.
>"It's a date, then?"
>That gets a chuckle out of you.
"Tomorrow midday at the main square, near the fountain."
>A mischievous wink - and not even the vulgar kind - is your only answer. This mare...
>She, ever a gentlemare, walks your butt-naked ass home.
>And you, being your dumbass self, completely forget to even ask her name.

>It suddenly is tomorrow, as it wont to be, and you're cleanly shaven, dressed to the nines and wearing the best cologne you could dig up from your perfume drawer doubling as a secondary booze stash.
>It is almost midday, and you pace around the fountain, trying to come up with a way to inconspicuously find out your date's name.
>So far your only conclusion that the least retarded way is to just ask.
>Being sober has its advantages, who would've known...
>Out of the corner of your eye you notice Applejack marching towards you with a shit-eating grin.
>Fuck, she must've noticed you pacing from her market stall.
>She can't do shit to you within city limits, right?
>Right?..
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>>43249114
>imminent pony rape
>bat pony romance
this fucking green's just got it all, don't it?
don't you dare stop
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>in pony culture thin mares get dick
>Do to the princesses being the picture of female beauty standards stallions desire a mare that's slender, graceful, and tall like them
>On the other hove mares with wide generous proportions rarely got picked for herds most becoming pent up marecels
>Sometimes really undesirable stallions would say they love "fat queens" but they're just pick mes
>Then the humie came along and every thin bitch wanted that exotic long fat cock
>The chunky mares didn't bother why would a man with so many options pick them
>However every thin beautiful mare that hit on him was completely ignored
>Instead the tall slut did nothing but pursue thick thighed fat assed marecels
>This made the thin bitches seethe
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>Be mare
>Double check if your summoning circle is right
>See you got nothing wrong you started to cast the summoning spell
>it work and come out a human man
>You jump for joy that you summon your own human husband
>then the door to your room bust open
>in come a bunch of no fun guards mare cuffing you and taking your human husband away
>you knew you forgot to put up a incognito spell to stop those no fun guard mares from knowing you just cast a summoning spell.
>all you wanted was a stallion that was not as whimsy as they are right now
>fuck celestia and luna for banning summoning spells.
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>>43249114
AJ owns the city Anon. Run in circles!
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>>43249844
The guards just saved her ass from being stuck with the most whimsical stallion in Equestria
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>>43249871
They’re using him for themselves! The tyrants.
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>>43249114
>>43249858
>As much as you try to keep your cool, panic takes over. You spring up and bolt in a circle around the fountain, certain she must be giving chase by now.
>After five laps, you suddenly lose your balance, simultaneously tripping on a pony's hoof and landing across their back in what feels like one smooth motion.
>"Howdy. Anon." There's that southern twang that you were afraid to hear. Looking down, you have a face full of three bright red apples. "See somethin' ya like there, boy?"
>You quickly get your face off of Applejack's flank and stumble back. Her coy grin betrays a hint of malice, clearly still sore about your unlikely escape yesterday.
>"Just saw ye over here. Sitting by the fountain. All by yerself. Thought I'd come over an' be a good neighbor, see how yer doin'."
>Uh huh.
>She looks around. "Waitin' fer somepony? That lil slit-eye from last night catch yer fancy? Or did y'all come by to pay back the Apple Family fer all the cider ya ruined?"
>Ah, there it is. You were waiting for the other horseshoe to drop. You can't help but laugh nervously. Yeah, you kind of did eat all their fermenting apples... but she kinda did try to rape you. Doesn't that make you even?
>"Don't even think we're even yet, boy. Come on by the farm if ya wanna... settle yer debt. Or I'll come find ya one of these evenin's. Either way, we'll make sure--"
>"Applejack! Stop flirtin' with the monkey man an' help me with the stand!" A younger voice breaks the tension. Whew... saved by the Bloom.
>"Ugh... comin'!" As Applejack heads back, she looks over her shoulder at you. "Comin' fer y'all later. Mark my words." She glowers before heading back to the busy Apple Family stall.
>You stop holding your breath, stuttering for some air now that she's out of sight. A gentle wing pat-pats you on the head.
>"H-hey big guy. Don't let her worry you. Now, you've got a big strong marefriend to protect you!"
>The silly bat grins wide. Huh.. you hadn't noticed what long fangs she had. It's a nice distraction from the menacing aura radiating from Applejack's corner of the market.
>"So where we heading big guy? My treat, don't worry, just pick a place!"
>She makes a little "EEE" sound
>"OH! Almost forgot. I... well, something to remember our first... night? Together?" She laughs awkwardly, hoofing you a beautiful whistle on a silver chain. Looks expensive.
>"It's a rape whistle!"
>...
>"That only I can hear! Or... well, other bat ponies too. In case... uh, you know, if..."
>She can see your unenthused face. She blushes.
>"Too soon? H-hehe... sorry. I've been told I have an upside-down sense of humor." She rubs the nape of her neck with a wing. "Lunch! Where did you wanna go?"
>You take a swig from your trusty Anon E. Mous Canteen. Mm... hard apple cider...
>"You look stunning, by the way. Did I say that already? And you smell INCREDIBLE!" She sniffs up your arm. A big dumb grin creeps across your face.
>So many places to choose from.. where are you gonna go?
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>>43250234
Based Bloom.

>where are you gonna go?
Smoothie bar. Get a big one with mango to share. With only one straw.
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>>43250234
>Applerapist
>Apple Bloom being a bro
>cute bat pone gf gives you a rape whistle
moar pls

>where are you gonna go?
better go somewhere nice and dark, show some courtesy for your nocturnal babe
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>>43250234
Let's go grab a big burger. Oh wait, pony land. Never mind. A tiki bar.
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>>43250234
>Hmmm...
>It may be a bit early for the classy restaurants, not that there are many of these in this town...
>You let your eyelids drop and the dizzying memories of you partying at your numerous haunts flash before your eyes.
>Too trashy, closed last month, renovating, kind of nice...
>You snap your fingers and give your date a smile,
"I know just the place."
>You stretch out your hand to her instinctively before you can catch yourself.
>Ponies ain't got no hands, numb-nuts!
>While you were dying on the inside, your gir-, er, mare? Marefriend blushes a tiny bit and outstretches her wing.
>Taking her tiny claw-thumb (cute!) into your hand, you set forth for the Ripe Fruit.

>Nodding at the burly bouncer mare, you slip in.
>Wow. This place hasn't changed one bit.
>A pleasantly moody lighting interspersed with colorful blotches of neon outlining fruit motifs, and a giant, coal-black strawberry dotted with tiny lights hanging over the bar.
>Calm music fills the air. It is deceptively quiet, unobtrusive, with only thumps of bass echoing in your chest to remind you of the actual volume.
>Barmare, a tall goth unicorn, smiles at your marefriend,
>"Ooh, a first-timer. This one is on the house."
>She spins around and magics up a small tornado of glassware.
>Meanwhile your date is a little taken aback by the cheerful demeanor of a mare who wouldn't look out of place in a haunted house. Heh - Stirred Not Shaken is just like that.
>Scanning the menu, you find what you're looking for and simply tap your finger on the picture of your choice once barmare deposits a first-timer dessert special in front of still-stupefied bat mare. Stirred nods and dives under the bar for the ingredients.
>"Ooooo... What is it?"
>You wink at her,
"You're gonna want to sit down for this."
>Snagging the plate with the delectable dessert, you beeline towards your favorite table, intrigued bap in tow.
>She practically flies up the faux-leather couch, wing-claws already tapping at the table in anticipation as you approach.
>You can't help but deliver the plate with a flourish worthy of at least two michelin stars restaurant.
>She spins the plate with the crystal clear cup on it, looking at it every which way.
>It is a tall sundae cup, with the internals consisting of a pineapple cut into a spiral, layered with banana-strawberry milkshake and icecream core, topped in generous syrupy goodness and a fist-sized black strawberry on the very top.
>You hand her both a spoon and a straw and look at her expectantly.
>Wiggling into a comfortable position, she digs in. But once the first spoonful disappears into her fanged mouth, she stops, eyes wide.
>You inspect your fingernails,
"I might have forgot to mention that the syrup is spiked."
>That gets you a friendly wing swat.
>She hums in delight as she works through the ice-cream fruit.
"To be honest, in all this excitement yesterday I forgot to ask your name."
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>>43250830
Ignore offboarder, he poopoos everything for interboard conflict reasons. All writing efforts are welcome here.
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>>43250830
Of course she knows our name. Only got one Anon in this world. So do bats introduce themselves by family name first or casual name?
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>>43250830
This is cute, don't stop posting.
>Appul watches in horror as she watches her would-be rape victim snuggle with his new gf
>and of all things they're eating strawberries
kek
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>>43250830
>they're already holding hands
lewd green
based green
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>>43250830
>As she chomps a bite out of the black strawberry topper, she holds up a wing-claw asking you to let her swallow this savory bite before she answers
>"Wax Crescent, but you can call me 'Waxy'. That's Wax with a silent--" Her mouth is open, but there's no sound. In another booth all the way across the bar, you see a bat pony's ears prick up and they scan the room as if suddenly startled.
>"Interesting! I'm gonna have to try my full range to see what your cute lil' ape ears can and can't hear. Ah, this is so fun!" She playfully traces a hoof on your earlobe and down your jaw. It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside
>A few tables over, you see some punk mares by the jukebox popping a few Bits into the machine. The noisy chatter of all the other ponies in the bar softens as a classic pony rock song kicks on. The punks nod in approval before heading over to Stirred for some midday drinks.
>"Hey, you better be helping me finish this ginormous dessert, big guy!" She pulls a spoon out of a basket on the table and slides it your way.
"Sooo, Waxy, tell me a little bit about yourself. Who's my mare in shining armor?"
>She smiles wide, looking off to the side for a moment. "Well, believe it or not, I'm... hmm, let me see here. Have you heard of the Hell Bats?"
>Can't say you have. You shake your head
>"Eee he he he, oh that's actually perfect! I wanted to get a chance to show you later today. Me and the gals are going to be putting on a practice performance this evening." She takes a chunk of pineapple out and makes sure it's topped with that yummy syrup.
"Performance, huh? Are you gals like... Wonderbolts or something?"
>Her eyes go wide, but she waves it off. "Pfff, 'or something'! We're not that fancy. Just us seven batmares doing tricks and mixing moonlight into the performance. Not enough flying crews do night performances, like... ever! We're gonna change that!"
>Well, she's optimistic. You chuckle as she insists that you help her eat some of the free dessert. "What about you, Nonny? What do you do?"
>You gulp some ice cream, trying to think of the best way to phrase this.
"Oh, nothing too crazy. I'm actually a model."
>"A model? Well, I can believe it. I'm lovin' what I'm seeing~"
>She puts a hoof on your hand. Your pulse races for a moment, then you clasp back. She gives you the sweetest look, then scoops up some icecream on the tip of a wing claw and holds it up to your lips.
>You kiss it off of her and she blushes

>Lunchdate with cute batpony? Check. Finally got her name? Check. Both of you are buzzed from that caloric nuke you just ingested? Double check.
>As you and Waxy leave the Ripe Fruit, a few punk mares by the door pipe up.
>"Hey, Mr. Tall Guy. I dropped my Bits right where you're walkin'. Could ya help a mare out?"
>You look down. Sure enough, there's a few Bits there. As you lean over, you feel a swift WHAP on your butt. The punks laugh. As you turn around, the one who spanked you winks and puckers up.
>Wax is MAD.
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>>43252540
>Wax is MAD.
kek
Time for some justice, Hell Bats style.
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>>43252540
That silent 'y' was cute and funny. Kind of curious about the job situation for both Wax and Anon. Who does Anon model for?
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>>43253011
I want to hug Spitfire with my pegasus wings.
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>>43252540
>Waxy steps forward and tilts her head from one side to another with a characteristic crackle.
>Punk mares lose their smirks and close ranks.
>Are they new here or something?
>Glancing over Stirred, you see her shaking her head with a pleading expression while mixing the drinks you've ordered.
>Fine, no furniture. You've got options.
>You roll your shoulder and get ready to introduce equinity to the thing that made the Pleistocene the Late Pleistocene.
>Your hand blurs and the golden coin connects directly with the snootle of the assailant of your buns.
>She falls over, covering her snoot and yelping in pain and surprise in equal measures.
>Waxy flaps her wings once and BULLDOZES punkette to your right, carrying her into the darkness.
>The last punk mare tries to close in, shaking her head erratically to throw your aim off.
>The coin hits her in the neck.
>She stumbles and falls over, gasping and choking.
>Crescent emerges from the shadows, smug smile plastered on her muzzle.
>She off-hoofedly boops the punkette trying to get up right in her aching snoot.
>You grin at her,
"We make a pretty good team."
>She grins right back.
>Stirred levitates the tray with your drinks to you.
>Whoops, almost forgot about those!
>You grab a red shot glass and throw it back, the concoction immediately burning your mouth with a fury of thousand volcanoes.
>Without a beat, you pick up your bap marefriend and kiss her deeply.
>Only push the infernal drink into her woefully unprepared mouth.
>Her eyes shoot open, going through a complete spectrum of emotions.
>You pull back, suppressing a smirk.
"That-"
>You boop her gently,
"-is for staring at my junk yesterday."
>She pouts. Damn, that's cute.
>You smooch her on her snoot.
"And this is for saving my drunk ass."
>Annnd she's back to a goofy smile.
>"Actually, that was pretty good, got more of these?"
>Putting the mare back down and picking the tray off the table you offer more of these hellish shots to her.
>Despite their sheer number, between you two they're gone in no time.
>You entertain the idea of offering one to your assailants but that'd be going a tad too far.
>These gals really are small-time compared to Appul.
>Speaking of, why are they still here? Ton's usually on top of it all day every day.

>A ruckus from the entrance door tips you off to stand aside.
>An orange blur rolls by, followed by hasty hooffalls of the bouncer mare.
>What can you say, they don't call her Ten Ton Hoof for nothing.
>Applejack jumps back to her hooves, ready for another throwdown.
>You weigh the last bit in your hand. Payback time.

>"No Apples on premises."
>It's not often you see Ton's signature launch kick, let alone applied so appropriately.
>Following AJ's trajectory with unabashed schadenfreude, you see her make quite a splash at the local pond.
>Welp, it's about the time you blow this joint.
>You hold out your hand to Waxy, and she extends her thumb claw, cheeks rosy.
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>>43253459
Seems Apples have a reputation.
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>>43253762
You should write some OC greentext for the thread instead of complaining
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>>43253815
>Putting effort into literally anything
Normie shit, sorry normie
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>>43253459
I bet the leather wings are soft.
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>>43253815
Pretty sure it's just a tourist, if not just a bot.
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>>43253459
"Let's blow this popsicle stand. Thanks for the drinks, Stirred!"
>She nods once. "I'll put them on your infamously huge tab, Non."
>"Noooope, nope nope. Drrrinsk (hic) are on me this time!" Waxy tosses a small bag of Bits to the barkeep. She feels the heft of the burlap coinbag as it lands in her hoof.
>"You," she looks at Waxy specifically,"...are welcome back to the Ripe Fruit anytime."
>Stirred turns her gaze straight to you. "As for you... do some more dancing here sometime, Slim. Not the kind where you're busting up my patrons, neither."
>You have a moment of panic, but Stirred just gives you a wink. Oh, she knew what she was doing... that stinker.
>"Yoooou dance, Nonny? Why didn't you tell me?!" Waxy wraps a warm, leathery wing around your waist as the two of you use one another to keep balance. She wiggles her flanks. "I loooove dancing!"
>Yeah... that talk will have to come at some point. Modeling is an... art. Of sorts.
>"Show me some moves later, big guy! You gotta promise me (hic), k?"
"S-shyeah, 'course Waxy. C'mooon, let's get going yeah?"
>"Yeah!" She wiggles at your side as the two of you stumble out into broad daylight, walking over the rude punkettes littered across the floor.
>With plenty of shots in your veins and the rest of a long afternoon to burn, you consider what all you can do before nightfall.
"When's your practice performance with the Hell Bats? Probably 6 or 7?"
>Waxy freezes. "ACK! I... oh dear. Nonny... I'm... drunk! I can't flyyyy all tipsy-turvy! What will the gals think?"
>Hmm... well, you had hoped a few drinks would relax her, get her to open up a bit. More importantly, you personally needed some liquid courage to steel your own nerves, but your impressive tolerance has proved a bit too mighty for her.
"Well... how bout some coffee? That should get you flying straight again!"
>Waxy nods. "Yeah! Heeeeey, good idea big guy!" She looks around the little area, sniffing at the air. Without saying anything, she pulls you along, letting her nose lead the way.
>A few twists and turns sees you arrive at a quaint and familiar pastry shoppe called "Sugarcube Corner". She points to it like a bloodhound.
>"I smell some deeeelishus coffee coming from there! My treat lets go!"
"Can I get a cupcake?"
>She giggles. "Can my big guy have a cupcake, of course you caaaan~!" She hops up and kisses you on the cheek, then glides ahead waving you along.
>Ah, this place... wasn't there some reason you hadn't been back here in a while? Eh, must not have been very important. You follow Waxy on inside, instantly surrounded by scrumptious fresh baked aromas
>"Hiya! Welcome to Sugarcu-- GASP!!" A poofy maned pink pony races around the counter, her jaw dropped and a wide smile across her face.
>"The GREEN MACHINE? HERE!?" She squees. "OH! MY! GOOOSH! Is this your marefriend?!"
>...oh god. Oh GOD. She knows your stage name. Oh god. Oh god. Oh FUCK.
>"Green... Machine?" Waxy laughs incredulously. "Is thaaat your nickname?"
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>>43254608
She's throwing big money bags around. Waxy must be an athlete of some kind. Anon is the Green Machine cause he can't stop moving under the spotlight.
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>>43254608
>Oh no! My ho past, come to haunt me!
Should have thought of that beforehand
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>>43254608
Wax is kind of a chad???

Anon is a stripper. calling it
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>She watches a show for little colts
>She thinks she's dating a character from the show
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>>43255586
Hey! My Little Human is NOT just a show for little colts, it's a show for all ages and backgrounds
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>>43255586
If MLH is for little colts, how come I've never managed to find one at any convention?
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>>43255732
Okay loser.
>>43255738
>She goes to conventions.
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>>43255744
>She doesn't
Who's the loser here?
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>>43255749
Okay dweeb
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>>43255791
looong
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>>43255586
>>43255791
We've all seen what Jessi-ka tried to sneak out of the library.
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>>43255857
Why is she so overdressed?
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>>43256291
Colts love a mare in uniform
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>>43254608
>You break out in cold sweat.
>Well, the truth would come out sooner or later, you just didn't expect it to be this quick.
"It's a long story, let's get you some coffee first."
>Pinkie is still hovering over the counter, eagerly awaiting your response. Better defuse this right now.
"Yes, Pinkie, we're dating at the moment."
>"Wow, I didn't even know you were in the market!"
>That seems to sate her curiosity for the moment, and she gets to whipping up coffee Waxy picked in the meantime.

>A couple of minutes later you're sitting at a table, slowly going through a baker's dozen of cupcakes.
>Crescent nurses a pleasantly warm coffee cup in her hooves.
>You pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation.
"Jeez, where do I even begin?"
>Beginning usually works the best.
>Thanks, brain.
>No problem, kiddo.
"So, I don't know if you already know this, but I'm an intergalactic alien."
>"Oh yeah, I remember reading something about that."
>Well, then you can just skip straight to the meat of your story.
>It's not a very entertaining story, especially having lived it.
>You were really hurting for money. Rejection after rejection, after a certain point you were willing to do just about anything.
>She found you at some dingy bar where you were trying to find solutions at the bottom of the bottle. Frankly saying, alcohol played a decisive role that evening. She talked a lot about fashion, clothes and "Ze magicks!". It's not like you had a lot of choice...
>So you just said 'fuck it' and proceeded to do JoJo poses for an hour straight, breaking it up with some certified MJ classics. By the end, you were almost drenched in sweat, glistening in the strobe-lights of camera flashes, much like the literal piles of bits accumulating beneath your feet. Buying into the cardio memes has FINALLY paid off.
>You don't know why the nudist species has a booming apparel industry, let alone why sewing an ensemble for you somehow became a rite of passage for every designer and fashionista wishing to expand past equine body plan but, frankly saying, you don't even WANT to know.
>You've had your suspicions, but after a while it became pretty evident that being dressed was considered somewhat lewd. Your three-piece suit was like a bunny-suit to ponies - not explicit, but definitely saucy. Letting the imagination run wild or something.
>It wasn't long until you became a welcomed guest in just about every bar, restaurant and hole-in-the-wall, and they'd let you drink for free as long you stayed around, pulling ungodly amounts of clientele.
>If the business was getting slow, all you'd have to do is to climb atop some table and strike a few poses, unbutton your jacket, hook your thumbs in your pockets and the booze and bits would immediately flow.
>You could easily go at it for hours, earning you that 'stage name'.
>Waxy listens intently, taking a swig from her third cup of coffee every now and then.
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>>43256522
So Waxy really was from out of town if she didn't know about Anon's job choice. Then how did she end up saving him in SAA?
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>>43256522
lewd
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>>43256522
The Apples must come around to watch him dance a lot.
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>>43256522
>>43256978
>Huh. That IS a good point. What was she doing at Sweet Apple Acres when the two of you first met?
>Clearly, she had no idea you were the town's resident model and unstoppably high endurance dancer with a tolerance to match, so...
>"...well? Do I get a lil taste of what the "Green Machine" can do?"
"Huh?"
>"It's just the two of us here and this adorable Pink pony-"
>"Pinkamena Diane Pie, but you can just call me Pinkie. Or Pie!" She giggles.
>"Me and Pinkie would love a private show... I'll pay you in kisses?"
>Hmm... bat pony kisses are pretty nice. You scratch your chin, unsure if you should bust out your moves in broad dayli-
>"And I'll deffo pay you~! Oh my gooooosh I've sooo wanted you to dance here like FOREVER but you never come around!" Pinkie pouts, sliding Waxy another cup of coffee. Where the heck did she pull that out of!?
>...what the hell. You're drunk, why not.
"...got something I can dance to?"
>Pinkie squees, racing over to the record player. Her snoot passes over a few albums, then she flips a vinyl out and balances it on her nose like she does this every day. The record's down and the needle drops moments later.
>It's a classic banger of a beat... oh man, this is what they usually play at the club!
>You slowly work your way into the groove, putting on a slide, rolling your shoulders and working your hips like all the mares love. Pinkie starts to whinny as you hear the cling-clang of Bits landing at your shoes. Ah, this is living...
>As you gyrate your hips, you give Waxy a lil wink. She swoons, fanning a wing by her face for some air
>"Go Anon! Go Anon! Party like it's your birthday~!" Pinkie cheers as Wax clops her hooves on the table and floor.
>"What the hay? What's go--... whoa." Another mare's voice comes from the doorway. "D-d-d-did... am I interrupting something? Oh my."
>You stop, then spin on one foot. An Earth pony stands at the door.
>"D-don't stop on my account. P-please, continue!" She looks really intrigued.
>"Yeah, you were really laying down some moves, big guy! Let's see those withers shake!" Waxy puts her hooves on her cheeks, buzzed on caffeine and the entertainment.
>Eh, what the hell. You kick back into the groove as the three mares cheer you on. The new mare is beet red almost the entire time, totally drawn in by your suave moves.
>Just as the song ends, WHAP. You feel a bag of coins hit you in the cheek.
>"Oops. I meant to empty it more before the song ended, I just got carried away." Pinkie smiles. "...free cupcake for an encore?"
>"Sooorry, girls. My stallion's gotta save some of that for later." Waxy hops up. "Thank you for the coffee and cupcakes, though, they were amazing!"
>"Sure, anytime! Be sure to bring "The Green Machine" back with you!" Pinkie and the other random mare clap for you as you bow your way out the door, Waxy wrapping a wing around your waist as you go back into the streets.
>Feels good to have your pockets laden with gold and a sensual bat mare by your side
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>>43258872
>...hey, wait a sec! You still had a question.
"Sooo. I'm just curious, Waxy. You never heard of my... profession til just now."
>"Nope! But... woow, do I love what I'm seeing~! You got moves, big guy!" She nuzzles your leg and it just melts your heart.
>Focus!
"I was just wondering what you were doing, you know, at Sweet Apple Acres while I was tied to a random tree."
>She grins, getting a guilty look on her face. "H-hah... well... okay, you caught me. I was doing the exact same thing you were." She looks away, blushing.
"...getting raped?"
>"No, you ding-dong! I was... I wanted to sample the goods. I could see the orchard all the way from our practice hill and I could smell them too. I wanted to try some!"
"Wow... for shame!"
>"Oh come on, Nonny! You tasted how good they were! Imagine being teased by that aroma for weeks... I had to see if I could sneak a few."
"Speaking of sneaking a few... I do believe you owe me? For the dance?"
>She grins. "That's right! C'mere, you!"
>With a few wing flaps, she's easily up to face level. She comes in with a flurry assault of well placed mare kisses all over your face! Even as you walk, there is no escape from her love
>Oooh, you can feel her fangs during a few of them. Gosh those are sharp... going to have to remember that for "later"
>As she flies around your head kissing and nuzzling you, the ground suddenly disappears. Huh. Coulda sworn you were walking down the road a second ago...
>"ANON!!" Waxy calls down.
>Thump.
>You land on something soft... or rather, something seems to catch you. Are those hooves?
>"...hey." A voice addresses you in the faint light. You can already hear the flutter of bat wings following down from above, momentarily covering the light from the entrance.
>"Gosh, I'm SO sorry! Anon, are you alright?" Wax is already at your side. Whoa... her eyes do that reflective yellow thing that cat eyes do. Freaky... even in this low light she seems to see you just fine.
>"I caught him. He's okay." With a click of a switch on her helmet, you see the face of your rescuer. It looks like a rather demure gray pony.
"Thanks for that."
>"Mmmhm." Without saying much, she sets you down on solid ground. Her helmet light has illuminated thousands of crystals on the walls... who knew this was just a few feet under the streets?
>"I have a ladder. You can use that to get back up. Next time, watch out for the caution signs." She states flatly.
>Caution signs? You didn't see no caution si-- ah, right. Marefriend kisses.
>"Eehehe... hehe... yeah, thanks." Waxy bashfully rubs a hoof in the damp soil, feeling sorry for blocking your view. "Is there any way we can repay you for you help?"
>The mare looks around, then looks up.
>"These caves are unstable. Can you get out of here?"
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Green? In MY RGRE thread? It's more likely than you think.
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>>43258902
Anon has moves that hypnotize.
Where does Waxy live?
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>>43219225
lol
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>>43258902
Gotta be more careful with those kisses. Makes you not see your surroundings.
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Oh my god, did you mare heard what is happening in canterlot?
Prince anon is having a tournament to see which mare shell be his rightful wife. How soon will we get a noble using magic enhancement drugs?
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>>43260775
Please, that guy has no real power. Just like Blueblood.
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>>43260796
But he has a cock
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>>43260845
What do chickens have to do with this? Do Anon and Blueblood have pet chickens?
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>>43260967
>Anon hosts an underground cockfight ring
>The news spread like wildfire, mares from all over Equestria converge upon Canterlot to partake in the parimutuel betting or even bring their own champion rooster, often wearing a flashy sponsor vest.
>Blueblood discovers this on accident and becomes morbidly fascinated with the concept, getting some other nobles on the board.
>Anon quickly finds himself inside a Fight-Club situation but with mares and luchador poultry.
>Something something RGRE
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>>43258902
suddenly caves!
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>You wake up, yawing and stretching your l̶e̶g̶s̶ w̶h̶i̶l̶e̶ y̶a̶w̶n̶i̶n̶g̶ c̶a̶l̶m̶l̶y̶ arms
>Your wife is lying by your side, peacefully snoring in her deep slumber
>Her wings twitch in her dreams
>Her head rests on her forehooves, her barrel steadily rising with every breathe
>Parasol is quite a deep sleeper
>Despite her rather quiet personality and her love for dressing up at parties, she's quite sporty and trains a lot
>A pegasus mare will always seek athleticism, so it seems
>She's strong as fuck, not every pegasus is able to carry heavy things alone
>But what it means for you as her husband?
>It means that you have to take care of her
>A lot
>While she voluntarily doesn't apply for Wonderbolt training, she keeps her training schedule from the time she was preparing for Equestria Games
>That's right, you're married to a gold medalist, and she's quite proud of it
>She plans to keep participating
>So she often locks herself in the gym together with her friends
>Which you leaves a mare you have to take quite intense care of
>Including the most intimate kind of care
>You run your hand on her dark pink mane, lovingly patting her, listening to her cute little snoring
>Her ears flick, as she makes a pleased sound
>You'd like to take her in an embrace and sleep with her some more
>But that would mean you would upset her by not waking her up with breakfast ready
>Your mare puts a great value on a good breakfast, and appreciates your skills
>You slowly and quietly get up from her bed, trying to not wake her up
>It's a success, you see and hear her still snoring and not making a single turn
>You walk downstairs to the kitchen in your new cloud home
>You could freely walk on the clouds now, for reasons that shouldn't be disclosed, despite being completely legal
>Some people have a viscereal fear of the heights
>You'd say living on the clouds is exctionally comfy and is absolutely worth it
>Especially when you're married to a cute and beautiful pegasus wife and spend every day with her, every evening being spent pleasing her, every night being spent cuddling her
>You pour water into the kettle, preparing her tea
>Green, with little sugar, just as she loves
>Hearing her squeak in delight and thank you worth every single time and moment
>You also the take on responsibility on frying some eggs, your mare needs her protein to keep her strong and healthy
>And a bit of sardines of course, her favorite snack
>After eggs, you have to endure that fried fish smell, but it's worth every time
>You put hay in between buns, preparing a set of simple sandwiches
>It's only breakfast, as a househusband you have to greet your marewife from her weather factory job and the gym training sessions
>The breakfast is done, you carefully put it all on a portable tray and carry it upstairs
>Leaving it on a table in the corner, you lean to your mare, kissing her on her fuzzy cheek
"Rise and shine, my love. Rise and shine. Wake up and smell the breakfast."
1/3
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>>43261544
>Parasol scooches around, opening her big pretty orange eyes as she yawns
>Celestia, she's adorable
>Still groggy, her eyes half-lid, she looks at you, a loving smile immediately growing
>"Good morning, Nonny."
>You take the tray and place it on the bed, right for your wife
>She takes a sip of the warm tea, humming and squeaking in pure delight
>"Thank you!"
>You observe her taking on the fried eggs and sardines, snacking on the hay sandwiches
>She notices you not taking a single bite
>Chewing her through food and licking her lips, she asks instead of impolitely asking straight away
>"Are you not hungry? I don't mind sharing anything with you, sweetheart."
"No, not at all. My big girl needs all the calories to keep her strong, healthy and winning all the gold."
>Parasol blushes and giggles, having a time before she has to focus on her food
>There's something hypnotizing about watch your mare eat
>Not even in an architect sense, her lifestyle, the one of a pegasus naturally chasing athletics, doesn't allow her to grow any chub
>She has a nice, round belly, but it's not bigger than any other mare
>She finishes her breakfast, using a wipe to make her mouth clean
>Now it's time for you to take the tray back to the kitchen, wash the dishes and for your wife to depart to her job
>However when you pick the tray, she places her hoof on your chest
>"Nonny, please, don't go away. I want you to be with me some more."
"Um, your job..."
>"It's Wednesday, silly. I take days-off on Wednesdays."
>Oh, right
>You feel stupid, so used to the routine, you now expect every day to go the same
>"My handsome hubby deserves a break from the routine and to enjoy his wife too." Parasol coos
>You take the tray back to the table and go back, lying in bed together with your wife
>She giddily giggles, giving your soul an another blast of pure snowpity
>So adorable
>The yellow mare wraps her hoooves around your head, pressing her snout against your nose, giving you an eskimo kiss as she grinds it while bobbing her head
>You reciprocate, and she closes her eyes, widely smiling in enjoyment
>She moves her head up and tilts it for a bit, kissing you on the lips, wrapping her wings around you
>Pressing her weight onto you, climbing on top of you
>Your lips smack as she ramps up the intensity, looking at you before closing her eyes again
>Parasol rubs your back with her hooves, possessively pressing you closer to herself
>She breaks the kiss, looking at you with love, the desire to always be with you
>You stare back at her, feasting your eyes on her, having all of her lying on top of you
>She's so gorgeous
>You run your hand on her long soft mane, petting her
>She smells like hazelnuts, and the scent is particularly strong right now, indicating how happy your mare is
>You turn on your side, firmly holding your pegasus wife in your embrace
>You scooch down, having your face in her chest fluff, enjoying more of her sweet hazelnut scent
2/3
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>>43261545
>You run your hands on her barrel, feeling her subtle, yet firm and strong muscles
"My wife is so strong..." you quietly say, making her blush and smile pridefully, exposing her pristine white teeth
>You pull your face away from her chest
"Lay on your back."
>Parasol obliges, releasing you from her embrace, knowing what's going to happen next
>You place your hand on her round tummy gently rubbing it in circles
>"Ooo~"
>You watch your wife coo in pleasure, rounding her lips
>You lean, giving her a kiss
"I love you so much, Solly."
>The mare hums in pleasure, your loving touch helping her food to digest
>You leave a kiss on her belly, tenderly running your hands on her sides, her wingpits rubbing them as well
>Lying beside Parasol, you place your hand on her fluffy ear, scritching it, your finger traveling up and down
>You gently and lovingly massage it, putting more fingers on her cute mare ear
>Slightly pressing your digits on it, slightly moving the ear up and down
>"Mmm, keep going, my love~"
>Having your mare melt at your touch makes it even better
>You take care of her other ear
>Her ears flick adorably flick at touch, while she keeps cooing and purring in pleasure
>You tell her to roll on her chest
>She happily obliges
>You massage her back, running your palms on her body and presssing them against her
>Making certain pressing and grinding moves against all of her spine, running your hands from her round plot up to her head
>Her muscles relax, releasing the tension pent up from the training, making her back even more malleable
>You notice Para drooling in pleasure as she softly hums, showing you how much she enjoys it
>Her eyes are closed, adding to her expression of pure pleasure and highest satisfaction
>Even if you ever get tired from all the massaging you have to do, the sight of your wife being in utter ecstasy makes worth of every single session
>She loves her husband massaging her, making sure her back gets lovingly massaged every single evening
>And when she's free, she asks for it whenever she wants
>"You'd make Aloe and Lotus so rich if you'd work for them." she used to say
>You lay on your side, having done caressing your mare
>She pulls you into a hug, cuddling you, covering you with her wing as you wrap your arm your her
>"I love you, and I will always protect you, Anon." she says into the top of your head, gently pressing your face against her muscles
>Giving you more of her hazelnut scent
>And a feeling of safety in her hooves
'There's nothing better than submitting to the maretriarchy', you thought, petting Parasol on her back
3/3

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>>43261544
how tf do you do strikethrough?
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>>43261552
Via this website.
https://capitalizemytitle.com/strikethrough-text-generator/
It's hacky and ugly, but 4chan doesn't actually support strikethrough text.
>>43261563
Please explain what's wrong with it.
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>>43261587
He's just being mean. We support all our writefriends here.
Astonishingly, btw, this thread managed to limp its way to post limit
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>>43261952
No thanks to Sunburst. Little slut.
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>>43261546
Fingers are for wife only.



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