>mean six
>for old times
fuck it, if that's "old" now, I'm goddamn Gandalf

>>43232690
mean pinkie would do this

>>43232684
it came out eight years ago minus a month, anon

>>43232696
That’s still young!

>>43232636
>rape

File: 1765699462784358.jpg (9 KB, 136x151)

9 KB JPG

>>43232696
I'm scared

any good fics involving them?

File: 7182516.png (139 KB, 596x600)

139 KB PNG

>You hear the door slam right as you finish setting the table.
>The trap is ready. Now you just have to sit and wait for her.
>Meanshy is soon standing in the doorway of your kitchen, her face curdled in a grimace that almost never leaves her.
>Her eyes narrow at the place you've set at the table for her. She sneers at the daisy sandwich which sits there.
>"What's that supposed to be?" she spits at you.
>There’s a slight jingling noise when she whips her head your way.
>She’s wearing those butterfly earrings you gave her as a gift yesterday, the ones she said were “Almost as ugly and stupid as you are!”
>She’s got her mane tucked behind her ears—and is even brushing some more of it back with her hoof right now—so you wouldn’t miss them.
>”What are you staring at, weirdo?”
Nothing.
>”Then why don’t you shut up and explain that.”
>She's already flying over to her spot at the table as you speak.
It’s just a sandwich that I made my marefriend for lunch.
>Stopping just short of lifting the bread so she could inspect the inside, she gives you a short glare and then chucks it at the wall behind her.
>It hits the same, slightly-discolored spot that it always does.
>You just smile, which pisses her off more.
That's fine, I can always make you another.
>"I am not your marefriend," she says, landing on the table. "You are my bitch."
>Now looming over you, she grins down into your eyes with pure malice, until you scoot your chair back and begin towering over her.
Prove it.
>You cup her cheek and caress her lips with your thumb, hoping that she’s not in a biting mood today.
>She flinches, her lips tightening.
>"What did you just say to me?!"
>But she doesn’t pull away from you.
You heard me.
>Her entire body trembles with rage; her tail whips the air behind her as your fingers slide up to the back of her ear.
>She leans into your hand once the scratches begin, with her earrings starting to jingle again.
>You pretend to notice them for the first time.
Those look pretty on you.
>Two puffs of hot air blow up into your eyes, following a horsey snort from flared Flutter nostrils.
>”Shut up, bitch…” she says, closing her eyes and leaning back further into your hand.
No.
>She’s about to start purring when you suddenly cup the back of her neck and give her a little jerk towards you, just enough to tilt her lips up.
>Her eyes are open now, shrunken to the size of pinpricks, looking up into yours.
Either prove I'm your bitch, or I'll make you mine.
>She shudders, then scrunches her muzzle, just for a moment, before the glare comes back in full force.
>She’s ready to let you have it now.
>”Anon, I am gonna get you—”
>But then her wings stiffly open up.
>A look of surprise on her face tells you that they did so on their own, but she starts flying so she can hide this.
>And so she can go back to looking down on you.
>"Do I have to teach you a lesson again?" she says as the tip of her hoof pokes your chest.
Maybe you do.

File: 2265960.png (207 KB, 681x537)

207 KB PNG

>>43232749
>You grab her by the wrist---"Eep!"
>"W-What are you doing?" she stammers, unable to look you in the eye.
Kissing my marefriend.
>She folds her ears.
>"What?!"
>And then you pull her down, squirming and fighting the entire time---"Let go of me! Let go! Let--!"---until your lips meet hers.
>She freezes; her body goes stiff except for her wings, which still flutter gently, keeping her in place while you moan into her mouth.
>Her eyes have shrunk again.
>But as her glare returns, as she begins mashing her lips against yours, grunting and whining and snorting the entire time---almost like she hates it.
>You can see in her eyes, just barely, two little blazing hearts have suddenly appeared in them.
>As you pull back to try and break the kiss, Mean Fluttershy growls and tugs on your bottom lip with her teeth.
>When she lets go, a string of spit still bridges you two together, until she lunges forward and licks your open mouth—”Mwah!”
>You’re both panting like dogs.
>She smiles smugly and presses her tail against your crotch, feeling the tent you’ve got in your pants throbbing against her.
>Now sighing in satisfaction, she settles herself down into your arms.
>You hold her in a bridal carry and look down at her heaving chest and her slightly-gray cheeks, which have heated themselves to a rosy pink.
Still don’t want to be my marefriend?
>She’s too embarrassed to look up at you.
>She pinches up her face and does her best to keep herself from smiling any more, burying her snout into your chest to hide herself.
Is that a yes?
>"S-Shut up..."
Or what?
>"Or I am going to strangle your cock with my throat."
>You just smile and begin heading for the bedroom.
Prove it, bitch.

wrote this in a random Meanshy thread, figured i'd repost it here

>>43232752
>Anon loves Flutters because she's so damn romantic

>>43232696
yeah, i know
just fucking skibidi kill me

>>43232636
Back legs look short

>>43232752
I love this!

>>43232749
>>43232752
Into the trash this shit green goes.

>>43232636
>Mean Twiggles with pale eyes and removed cm.
So >rapeable. Unf.

>>43233495
your mom is too

I like daydreaming about making a mean six vidya. Maybe one day I'll actually try to make it.

>>43233568
2 more weeks

What’s sex like with Mean Twilight?

>>43233701
Meanity keeping that money on her mind

File: 3696394__safe_artist-colo(...).jpg (1.91 MB, 3915x3521)

1.91 MB JPG

>>43233697
She is the dommiest dom to ever dom.

File: ooglemarry.png (39 KB, 577x538)

39 KB PNG

>>43234403
UNFFFF SEX WITH DOMMY MOMMY MEAN TWILIGHT SPARKLE UNF UNF

I always found it kind of funny that they were undone by the same thing they were wrought from - a tree.

>>43234574
it's not funny it's sad i miss them :(

>>43232636
Me too anon

>>43233495
true

>>43234403
It really takes a special talent to make ponies look ugly.

>>43235304
Weird ass shoulders, reminds me of those robot AI dogs. Chest fluff. And something is off with the faces, at least for Glimmer and Trixie

>In this world, what is the value of authenticity?

>Rather than any sort of golden standard, it is just a matter of course.

>You wouldn't go to the market to buy fake food. A fake orange resembles authenticity only superficially. You would not be able to sustain yourself on fake food, even if you had a fake mouth and a fake stomach.

>And so, it's a given that 'fake' and 'inferior' become synonymous labels. No matter how much one willingly desires fraudulence, it becomes nothing more than an act of settling for something lesser. To anyone with access to a mirror, plastic jewelry will inevitably be seen as an inferior product when measured against any alternative. At a gathering of those kinds of cultured and refined peoples, plastic jewelry would be likened to a clown's wig, no matter how meticulously polished it is, no matter how intricately shaped.

>Choosing something like that? It would be better to just forgo jewelry altogether.

-----

>Crystals of varying sizes were strewn across the cavern floor. From pebbles to palm-sized, to masses that would be impossible to move without days and weeks of effort. It hadn't been long since that magnificent sight had been reduced to nothing but sparkling rubble.

>Crystals, stone, dust and rocks. The space was filled with nothing but these sorts of unmoving things. Of course, as a tree, it hadn't been moving to begin with.

>But could one say that these remains are the totality of its existence? Of course not. The legacy of that venerable being was not something that could be tangibly touched. It was in the lives it had swayed throughout the ages, in the eras its presence had steered and shaped, continues to shape. An existence can't be summarized by what can be seen alone. It is the culmination of every effect it has had on the world, every action and reaction.

>Thump

>Even if it has become nothing more than inanimate rubble

>Thump thump

>The nature of legacy is to serve as a cause for further effect.

>Bang

>... Regardless of intention.

>Crash!

>From one of the crystals, a hoof bursts out like a spear, straight into the air. Reaching for the sky, it then remains still for several seconds, its static, unmoving appearance almost suggesting its previous action as a lie. Sharing the same crystalline texture and appearance as what it'd emerged from, it goes without saying that if one were to enter at this very moment, they wouldn't be able to tell it apart from its surroundings at all.

>After this pause, it moves; accelerating towards the base of where it extends, it jerkily hammers against the crystal as if trying to break it.

>Like an automaton, repeating the same mechanical movement without any organic variation, a monotonous rhythm.

>From the repeated collisions, a bell-like sound rings this cavern with stagnant air.

>>43235569


>...It's weak.

>It takes several hours - or was it days? - for hairline cracks to appear, gradually spiderwebbing across the surface. Bits and pieces fall, slowly, slowly. Small pebbles fall, soon turning into stones.

>Eventually, the hoof succeeds in its endeavor.

>The surface completely breaks apart, causing heavy shards to plummet to the ground like hail, sending up a large dust cloud that obscures everything within it.

>As the dust begins to settle, A vague figure is soon able to been seen through the haze.

>When it eventually clears, lying atop a small hill of fallen shards, what is revealed is an equine form.

>Horns and a wing.

>If it weren't for its shuddering breaths and occasional muscle spasms, it would be mistaken for an exceptionally detailed and extravagant sculpture crafted with the finest dedication and care.

>But it shows these movements.

>That is truly unfortunate.

>No matter how small the range of motion is or how beautiful its image, a moving sculpture can only look grotesque. It can only evoke revulsion.

>A sculpture, although an imitation, is never expected to capture life to this extent. It's a given that a superficial imitation of life is supposed to not have any at all.

>The completely expressionless, unblinkingly frozen face that wouldn't be out of place among someone undergoing rigor mortis, coupled with the body's slight heaves of breaths, invites an undeniable uncanniness that would cause anyone to shudder.

>A pareidolia, a false impression of a face should never be realized to this extent.

>It is unknown how much time passed.

>These movements gradually became more and more pronounced, more and more greedy for life, for animation.

>Its crystal texture is being soaked and dissolved by lavender fur.

>After some time, with creaking limbs, it slowly stands.

>The expressionless face has slightly thawed, inanimate frost making way for a slight frown.

>Its pupils flicker about the cave, darting to and fro.

>It lifts its hooves and slowly, stiffly, makes its way towards the way out.

>Step by step, it moves towards its destination, leaving hoofprints on stagnant ground.

>In a straight line, like a disciplined soldier, a steady pilgrim, a wind-up doll.

>When it finds itself before a gathering of stones obstructing this straight line, it pauses for a moment.

>Then, leaning forward, it begins an attempt to climb over.

>Thud!

>...It falls face first, collapsing once more.

>The frown on its face grows more pronounced, brows twitch, furrowing together

>It awkwardly shuffles its limbs over the stones in what seems to be a disgraceful imitation of a slug or snake.

>Squirming like a worm to cover this meagre amount of distance.

>>43235574

>When it finishes, it shakily stands up once again and continues to move on unsteady hooves.

>By the time it reaches the entrance, much of the stiffness had been shaken off.

>A thick forest comes into view. Without any fluctuations in momentum, without any deviation from trajectory, a straight line continues to be made.

>Faster and faster.

>Trees that slowly passed by as if wading through molasses by soon begin to blur.

>Hooves beat against the ground, joints shedding rust with each step.

>Panting with exertion, running wildly, panting like a dog.

>A lavender coat with dark blue hair and highlights, horns and a wing, the equine's face as she runs under the canopy is a mix of different kinds of confusion, a contradiction of terror and relief, listlessness and excitement.

>It was a face that didn't know how to make the right expressions a living thing should.

>Eventually, it slows to a stop upon encountering a lake.

>Dazedly walking towards the water's rim and taking a seat.

>Absent of any ripples and surrounded by various weeds, the moon reflects the clear moon and starry sky.

>The equine's murky eyes stare at such a moon while slivers of coherent thought crawl through in her mind for the first time.

>Who was this?

>Where is this?

>What is this?

>She didn't know anything, nothing at all.

>Like an animal, she only relied on instinct to guide her body. Once she realized she could realize, she came to understand how little she understood.

>Completely clear, completely empty. The water in front of her reflected her memories, who she was.

>She leans forward and rests her face in her hooves.

File: 978098.png (1022 KB, 1280x960)

1022 KB PNG

>>43235576

>There were some faint memories, like an old moth-bitten rag. Worn and incomplete.

>She was...

>Devoured.

>Wasn't she?

>Her essence was stolen and repurposed under that despicable being.

>Who was she?

>Rubbing circles on her closed eyes, as much as she tries, nothing comes to mind.

>Letting out a tired, irritable sigh, she removes her hooves from her face and allows her chin to rest on them.

>The stiff, inanimate appearance from before is nowhere to be seen.

...hm?

>Completely clear, completely empty. The water in front of her reflected her appearance, who she was.

What was this?

>Her breath plateaus.

>Eyes widening, she gradually leans forward. Dipping her head below, as if her neck struggled to support the weight of her head, the tip of her muzzle soon met with the water's surface.

...That's right.

>Her eyes curve up in delight like crescent moons,

That's right!

>As a sneer starts to slowly take shape on her lips.

Why did she forget until now?

>It was an expression too cruel to be called kind, too arrogant and fierce. A face that isn't suited for this type of expression at all, yet assuming it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

That was beneath her. She must have lost her mind for a moment! She was better than that. She could easily imagine others making this sort of blunder, but not herself, of all people! She wasn't such a lowly person, No way! She was beyond them, beyond anyone; she was more beautiful, more strong, and more smart than anyone else! Only she is a genius, everyone else is an idiot. Only she is able, everyone else is incompetent. She had no opponent nor equal. Everyone else? Nothing more than bugs before her, who is the greatest! She may have forgotten everything else - it's not like anything else was worth remembering anyways - but she could never forget this! What her existence represented! She was...!

"Twilight Sparkle!"

...

>Even if it's only an imitation in appearance,

>A fake, plastic jewel would never think of itself as an inferior product.
Newbie writer feedback appreciated

File: 1755316892327342.png (332 KB, 900x806)

332 KB PNG

>>43235569
>>43235574
>>43235576
>>43235578
why the redditspace tho

>>43235579
I fucked up QQ

>>43235578
I will read and give shitty feedback when I get home from work.