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>>43449677
All Glimmy needs is a boop, then she wouldn't feel like raping me! Right?

>>43449677
Starlight would never do something like that; she's too sweet and innocent

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>>43449692
>ANON NO!
look what you did...

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>>43449731
AWOOOOOOGA SEX WITH STARLIGHT GLIMMER UNF UNF UNF PLAP PLAP PLAP!!!

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>>43446972
Anchor post to Sally. I didn't think the thread would die so fast in the morning. I'll also need to update the paste since I want to do that once the old thread is dead. Slow, lazy, no one's ever told me they haunt my ponepaste anyway so it doesn't matter.

>>43449677
Hmm, damn I expected last thread to last longer. Oh well, yandere rape isn't bad either.

>>43449914
I did! I said your ponepaste hadn't updated. The timing was bad as you had just posted the dream paste and you thought I was talking about that one.

>>43449731
More yandere mares need to be knocked up

>>43449984
Ah, sorry on that. I don't really know of anyone who'd rather read the ponepaste than what's going on in the thread. Outside of one guy a few years back I don't know anyone who reads ponepaste things.

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>>43449677
I'm sorry, frens. I'll take the blame for it archiving. I was just about to boomp last thread but sadly six or so new threads popped up simultaneously on the catalog whilst I was formulating my post.
>>43449731
Glimmy belly..
>>43438638
Thanks, fren. I'm glad you liked it. I really do enjoy doodling these lovely weirdo mares. I also agree on your current assessment of these characters. They're all a mess, of course, but each with their own unique personal traumas that drive them to do the things they do. However, the question I find myself asking now is, how far will each of them really go to get what they want?
>>43450054
I read greens on ponepaste fairly frequently myself, like every other month or so. Depends on if I can find any old stories or new ones that strike my fancy. Also isn't it the current main greentext archive? I know there's pone.b but that is mostly for older pastebin archives, not the new new stuff.

>>43450099
To think dealing with these mares has caused Anon to develop a taste for them Equestrian mares. Can’t go back now.

>>43449997
More yandere mares need to teach their little fillies to be yanderes.

>>43450099
Out of all of them, Fringe is most likely to go under the covers and actually sleep with Anon. That's interesting, isn't it?
>how far will each of them really go?
I think everyone needs to ask that of themselves. If you want something. Truly want something. What are you going to do about it? Are you willing to work extra hours at work? Are you willing to skip work entirely, or even abandon it? Is failure an option? Are you willing to act with the weight that your life hangs in the balance? Are you truly capable of believing in do or die? That ambition has led to ruin for countless figures.
As for ponepaste, yeah, that's the main/only archive I'm aware of. Given how little anons comment or even really talk about it, I don't really know if I should believe if people read greens or not. I've written so much over such a period of time that I've come to accept and simply enjoy what I write. Whether an anon will complain it's too long or too short or doesn't have the focus he wants, doesn't matter. I'm just the one writing it down for others to read if they care. These mares can't tell their stories on their own. For all of the ups and downs they have.

>>43446972
>Fringe remains undaunted
>Your back is to the sink
>She's within kicking range now
>But should you?
>That's a little extreme
>The mare, even without her glasses, seems to be able to see you clearly
>These ice packs are really starting to sting
>What do you do?
>Smash them together over her face?
>Put them over her eyes?
>Run them down her throat while chanting "snow storm"?
>While effective, that involves you going down to her level
>Expecting only the worse, you aren't sure what to do when...
>She sits down
>In front of you
>Compared to all of her past moods and schemes, she seems simply content
>"I love you, Anon."
>...
>...
>...?
>Is that it?
"...Is that the potion talking?"
>You really aren't trying to be a smarmy dick about this
>You never had your eyes glow when drinking it
>You don't know how these half-breeds react to it
>You don't even know how love potions work at all
>"It's probably nudging me along a little, yeah."
"A little?"
>"Yes."
>You want to relax
>To at least release the frozen gels
>But the second you do is the second she's going to strike
>Somehow
>"I see you, Anon. I look at you and I see someone who... accepts me."
>There is such a strong swooning tone in her voice
>"You've been so understanding, to your detriment, with Obscure. I come up and even if I openly share that I'm taking advantage of situations, you keep playing along. I don't think you have any ill will toward her... or even me."
>No but you sometimes feel like you're getting there
>"Do you know how many people I've seen put up with me until something happens and then they drop the facade? Do you know how many times I almost found a home?"
>Should you answer this?
>Not won over, you release the ice packs
>They can sit on the counter
>"...If I go back a bit, can you sit down with me?"
"If I do, are you going to lunge at me or try to munch my face off in any form of overly zealous form of affection?"
>Fringe waits
>Her pinprick eyes roll like she's thinking something over
>"Well I wanted to. But it's ok if I don't, right?"
"...Yes...?"
>She seems content with that
>Rather than go backwards, she goes to the side
>Closer to a cabinet
>That's enough for you
>You rotate, step away from the ice packs, and sit down
>Your back against the oven
>Not like you're leaning against it anyway
"Alright. So I'm meeting you halfway with this."
>"You are. Thank you."
>So what now?
"I'm kinda at a loss here. So what's going on exactly?"
>Fringe shrugs like she didn't expect to this get this
>"I don't know. I drank it... and I don't feel overwhelmed. I feel."
>The way she states those last two words
>"I feel."
"You feel."
>"I think... complete?"
"In what way?"
>"Well. A love potion is supposed to do a lot of things. Normally, you take it, or someone takes it, and... they're supposed to be overwhelmed and compelled to just. Go for it. It can change someone's mind, or intensify feelings that are already there. It isn't permanent but it can be a revelation too. Sometimes."

>>43450394
"So when Sally asked you to get it..."
>"The idea was that you guzzle it, you end up a couple, happy ending like in the fairy tails."
"Wait, Equestrian fairy tails or human?"
>Fringe actually has to sit and think
>That doesn't bode well
>"Well. It's not like The Little Mermaid where someone turns into sea foam or dances to death with red hot irons."
"Right. Thankfully."
>"A lot of Equestrian fairy tales tend to be true. Because... potions do exist. Magic does exist. It's so much more fantastical a reality than what you've seen."
"Yeah, that sounds about right too."
>This is just silly
"Alright so all of that but why do you feel... complete?"
>There's an intensity in her eyes
>They always have that sort of extreme look to them just due to the size disparity
>"Well. I've never felt this before."
"Never felt what?"
>"Love! Silly."
>She sticks her tongue out and winks
>This is...
>Different
>Her acting this way is interesting but you can't bring yourself to share her excitement
>Has she never honestly felt love before?
>With her origin in mind, is this any surprise?
>Even then, that's extreme
>"I can see it on your face... it's kind of a lot to take in, isn't it?"
"Yeah. You're... not freaking out. Not stark raving mad. Not trying to be sexual either."
>"Do you want me to be?"
"No thank you."
>Fringe nods without any negative signs that you can read
>"It isn't a big deal... I'm sure it isn't. But I feel like there's a bond."
"Between you and I."
>"Yes."
"I hope you understand I'm not sure I understand."
>"I understand."
>You scoff and...
>Are amused
"Ok."
>You just sit there with her
>You're half examining her for any further changes, and half waiting for her to say something new
"You really don't seem to mind just sitting here?"
>"No. I'm spending time with you. That can feel like it's enough."
>She sounds so earnest, you can't find any reason to dislike her
>Not right now at least
"...You know. There are different kinds of love."
>"There are?"
"It's true. Put it this way, you wouldn't love..."
>You can't really bring up familial
>Can you even bring up friends?
>Pets...?
"...pizza like certain movie."
>"That makes sense. But you're not pizza. You take too much care of yourself to be that greasy."
"Hey, compliment's a compliment. Thank you."
>You're not sure if you're making sense to her
"I guess what I should be asking, since you're... under the influence. In what way are you feeling love?"
>"I feel like I could do anything in the world and you wouldn't change how you see me. I feel like I've met someone who would invite me to dinner out of the blue, just because."
>Her eyes fall to the floor
>"I feel like I could still be me and you would never hate me for it. Or push me away."
>That sure does sound like love
>But it sounds far more familial than romantic
>What kind of love potion sparks that kind of reaction?
"That sounds... pretty nice."
>"It does."
"I'm... sorry about asking you to leave the way I did. You know."
>"Yeah... I know."

I hate to stop right in the middle of a conversation but I waited too long to start. I can't stay awake long enough to finish it. But I know what's happening. I can see it. Hell, I can see it more clearly than I've been able to see anything in my own life for the last near four years. Interesting thing, love potions. They can work in such odd ways.

>>43450443
Right, all those human words that mean different kinds of love. Fringe had me going there for a moment, but she is still hard to trust. She has connections that allows her to get stuff like potions, so she has to know people.

>>43450661
It's an interesting question, but the need to be loved... is it only romantic?

Would Rarity go full yandere stalker crazy? Or is she too fancy for that?

>>43450902
your mom

>>43450902
she´d go the blackmail, bribe, and favors in high up places route. i can´t imagine her doing something so uncouth as say kidnapping, murder, and whatnot.

>>43450205
Would the daughter of a yandere mare be indoctrinated to also obsessively love her dad and try to sleep with him as well or would she grow up to have a hell of an Oedipus complex (or whatever the female equivalent is)?

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hedonistic Vinyl desperate to get you to dance with her to her own music unnnfff

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>>43451573
Known for sleeping for every species in the world, Vinyl has experienced it all. Then some ape shows up to a club one day. Who isn’t putting out. Time for drugs and dropped bases.

>>43451574
That's not how it works.
You can't rape the willing.

>>43451247
When daughter turns into a potential competitor could turn nasty.

>>43451574
I love rapey Rarity

>>43451573
>Vinyl will never get to fifth bass with you
why live

>>43449689
I haven't watched my little pony, my friend linked me this thread and told me that this image is me and my boyfriend. Does the purple horse really rape the orange one?

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Christ I am not focusing right. Tomorrow night we shall finally see what happens to our dear Anon and our... potioned up Fringe. As a heads up, next week I'll be at Marefair next week so I won't be around to write. But I'd be more than happy to talk about it. Not running a panel, next panel will likely be marecon next year.
>>43452624
Sadly no rape and no yandere. Look up s1e1 for Lesson Zero. It's the closest we'll see.

>>43451837
Yes if you make them cry, and Spike was easy to make him cry

>>43452083
She’s pretty good

>>43452642
She looks like such a nice mare!

>>43451247
I think mom would be too possessive not to teach her to direct her predations onto a new colt

>>43453993
It changed from first to third perspective with no warning or flow. Run on sentences. The sex scenes were a bore! Like have you never had sex before?

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>>43454270
>have you never had sex before?
I have! Just... not when you're awake.

>tfw I just noticed that there's no Moon Dancer flag
what the fuck

>>43454616
Forgotten. How ironic.

>>43450443
>The longer this goes on, the longer you realize you really, truly don't know how to talk to her
>You're trying hard to analyze her
>To understand how the potion is effecting her
>Maybe you're trying too hard
>Is this just the Equestrian version of getting drunk?
>That's too much of a simpleton answer but you got nothing else
>You drank most of it and you felt fine
>"I don't mind it but you're staring pretty hard. Want me to lean back or...?"
"...Ah."
>You bring your eyes down
>Have you really been focusing on her that hard?
>Her eyes
>The bones that seem as long as her wings
>Are they even functionally wings?
>She's been dealt such a raw deal
>More than Sally, at least on the genetic level
>Only Mettle seemed to be normal
>Unless horns aren't supposed to look that way
"...So your orphanage."
>Fringe perks up
>"Yeah?"
"This is gonna sound probably inappropriate."
>"In that case, lets hear it."
>Your words get stuck in your chest
>They don't even make it to your throat
>This feels like an AA meeting
>Maybe that's why you're trying to avoid it
"..."
>You make out the fraction of a noise
>Your lips move uncomfortably in a way to try to make you speak
>You used to do that a lot more, when you were new to speaking in front of others
"...I'm not wanting it to seem like I'm singling you out."
>"But if you do, it means I'm special."
>You wouldn't say that
>You shouldn't, anyway
"You've been pretty forward with stuff. Is there any actual attraction going on or is this just... are you grasping at straws?"
>You hate to put it that way
>You really don't want to
>Because of that, you must
"I. I understand how it feels. If you're grasping. I don't know if it's the answer you're looking for. Or what you want."
>Cat's out of the bag now
"I'm looking forward to it. To helping, I mean. Same with Sally. I don't enjoy seeing either of you having these episodes. I don't like her going into her mania."
>Talking about this is giving you some form of cold sweat
>Or has it been that way for a while now?
"I don't know what I'm doing here. And I can't do nothing."
>You're really laying it all out now, aren't you?
"You're in the best position to be honest... I'm trusting you to be honest because of that potion."
>"I understand."
>Really?
>Just like that?
>You've been looking down at the floor
>Sitting sure helps
>You're as defenseless as you could be
"Why did you rile up Sally that time? Why did you help her get into such a bad head space? Why did you make her talk about her old man?"
>You can still see her face when she said that
>The panic
>The terror
>You haven't forgotten that
>You still haven't looked at her
>"I'm sorry."
"Don't say that."
>"I am."
"So why?"
>You raise your eyes to meet hers
>You don't know what you expected
>Her expression hasn't changed
>Still as pleased as pie

>>43455456
>"Because all that matters is that I'm involved. If I have to be a bad influence on her, it means she'll need me. If I can get you to become more attracted to freaks like us, it means you might need me too. I don't really care how. I don't think I do, anyway."
"So... what. Manipulate someone as much as you want and as long as you get something out of it, it's fair game?"
>"Well not completely. But... yeah. Why not?"
>She's saying it so calmly
"If you believe that... you really are a monster, aren't you?"
>"Hey, Anon. Look at me. Please."
>You lost focus
>You're looking at Fringe
>Those beady, joyous eyes
>"When you are appraised by strangers and adults. Trotted out in a line and told your dossier so you can put your best hoof forward. Do you know what they always chose? It wasn't the goody goody, two-shoes. It wasn't the obvious troublemakers. Not always. It was the ones that had a bit of "character" to them. The sorts that stuck out just enough. Do you wanna know what I saw that solidified that?"
>You can't say anything to that
>"Earth pony. Eyes close to mine. Had a patchy coat. No clue where she came from, no one did."
>She leans forward and cocks her head to the side
>"Every time, she went from friendly, to bashful, to aggressively playful, to all smiles... and every time, she was ignored after a few minutes."
>You're not wanting to know what this can lead to
>Somehow you know
>"One of my last years there. You see, we were around the same age. But I was there longer. Do you know how she got out of there? How she managed to find a home and a family?"
>She cocks her head even harder to the point it's starting to dip down
>Was she smiling before?
>She kinda is, still
>"She had read him. Noticed that he like Equestrians. Noticed that he said he was married but had no ring. No tan lines. I saw her lead him into a room and he was fucking her mouth. Dark room. TV turned on loud. And his hands were holding her head like it was a prized bowling ball."
>Her head is as tilted as it's going to get
>Not a single part of her is moving except for her lips
>"You wanna know what she said when he was finished...? Finished fucking her face like he had done this before?"
>It's like she's trying to tease you with this
>You're disgusted
>Spellbound
>So far out of your element you have truly no clue how you're going to get through this as an active participant
>"I'll say what you want. Get me out of her."
>Her head snaps back, straight up
>"That's the kind of world I was born into. The kind of world I was dumped into. The kind of world that drowned me. Gave me wings that don't fly. Gave me eyes that barely see. Gave me a body that both Equestrian and human men crave. Gave me the means to spit out even more parentless, worthless flesh dolls."
>Did the potion wear off?
>She isn't speaking with any lick of malice but that only makes you more on edge
>You need to intervene
>To stop her from going down this road to such an extreme

>>43455521
>"But you... I could tell you that. And you might pity me. You might feel sorry for my past. But you wouldn't turn me away. You wouldn't ever see me as a monster for simply understanding that is what I need to be in this world to not be alone. You could be my family. It doesn't matter what I am to you. It doesn't matter who you swear yourself to. Obscure Embrace opened my eyes to you, and I see what she does. Better than I've ever seen anything before in my life."
>Her smile fades while her tone notably cheers up
>She speaks plain while still as a statue
>"I love you, Anonymous. I can and will use every method I can imagine. If it entertains you? Gets us to be closer? Distracts you from my flaws? Gives you some house broken earth pony to treat like a yo-yo? Who cares? We'll be together, won't we? Like siblings. Like a man and his daughter. Like the uncle I never had. Like a husband. The titles don't really matter since we aren't really related to each other. No one outside of us will ever know the differences. They won't doubt it. They'll just smile and not and we can show off in front of everyone."
>This really is what she thinks and believes, isn't it?
>You've never heard this sort of thing before
>That love potion seems to be working, still
>She isn't at an emotional high
>She isn't taking off the way she has before
>You feel like your head is spinning
>How can she say all of this so directly?
>Has she ever told anyone about this?
>Wait
>Does this mean you should find the orphanage?
>Has this happened with others?
>"Anon, can I ask you something?"
"W-huh?"
>You don't know just how dry your eyes are until you can feel them start to set back into your skull
>"...I'm sorry for going a little too deep. I'm sorry for upsetting you."
"...I'm not..."
>Your response is a whisper of a croak
>"I'll go pee now and then I'll go back home. If you want... is it ok if I tell Obscure to visit you tomorrow? That you'll let her over? I can get more of this love potion... she tried to drug you. Maybe you can drug her instead? Just like you did me. Then we'll be much easier to manage. Right?"
>What?!
>You would never
>You didn't, even this time!
"...Ok."
>That's all you can say
>You don't have it in you to go beyond that
>It doesn't mean you're ok with anything she said
>It doesn't mean you would do something so extreme
>"Can you come with me and hold my wing while I do it? And... maybe walk me home? It's kinda late out at night. I would never tell anyone normally but I'm terrified of leaving a safe room at night alone."
"Ok."
>This is insane
>She's happy but has such...
>"Thank you, Anon. Thank you for letting me talk about myself so much. No one would ever have asked me. I don't think you would have either. But I think that's because you're too polite to intrude."
>As difficult as it is to get up after that, partially due to a numb leg, she helps you to your feet
>Shell shocked, you face away and hold her wing while she goes
>She's been holding it in

I'm not so sure I appreciate the world of man. The longer I put off finishing this conversation, the more I could feel that creeping weight sit on my chest. Fringe is a complete psycho. I feel for her. I completely do. She didn't deserve this life. She certainly was not around the right kind of people to pick up that sort of lesson. All she wants is someone who won't turn her away. That's the core. That is the ultimate depth of her. She has no hesitation about doing whatever it takes, or who she uses. She even makes it sound like she's fine being his accomplice. I don't know how long it may take for her to undo some of that damage. Can that be undone? Can that bell be unrung?
Does he tell Sally? Does she need to know? Is it better or worse to even contemplate not telling her? This last time I felt this sort of raw discomfort was with Angel Cake. It isn't the subject matter, necessarily. It's the fact that there is no avoiding it. There is no fix. The damage has already been done and we're seeing only the results. What does he do? What would (You) do?

>>43455558
>Does he tell Sally?
Tell her right fucking now or I will fucking go bananas.

>>43455762
A lot happened without her. It's a lot of information to digest.

>>43456201
She deserves to know.

>>43456245
I agree completely. We see pretty clearly what's going on with Fringe but we still don't know how Sally interprets all of this. But it's now worse because from her view, the facts are now that Anon Uno-reversed the love potion and now drugged Fringe. There's not a lot of reasons why he would do that. Would it mean that he likes Fringe more? Why would he like her more? Is Sally not good enough? How does she fail so hard that he would go for someone else?
There's letting her know outright, but there's also that question of what happens after she knows.

>>43456356
Let her down slowly?

>>43455558
>What would (You) do?
There's simply no avoiding the trainwreck that's coming by telling Sally the truth. I don't see any scenario in which she takes being lied to and manipulated by somepony she thought was a friend very well at all, so I'd just be blunt about it. Sure, she might fully snap and try to kill me or something, but what's new? Anywho, after that's all out of the way, I'm taking Fringe Binge with me. I can fix her, trust.

>>43455521
Both men and stallion crave her? That’s an interesting statement. Didn’t consider what an Equestrian might see in her.

>>43457374
Any port in a storm anon.

>>43457839
I guess, but I figured uncanny valley would be stronger in a stallion’s case.

>>43457873
We're also trusting the idea that she's ever had a stallion, or man, show even physical interest in her. But she's also a little too bold to be virginal, isn't she?

>>43457897
I do wonder if both mares had to sell their bodies to get money. We don’t know how they support themselves.

>>43458359
Given Sally at least had a family, and seems to be in consistent contact with her mom, there may be something there. For Fringe... who knows. When you age out of an orphanage it's often pretty difficult to get ahead on anything. No support framework, no backup, nothing but "programs" and whoever is willing to lend you a hoof. Makes me wonder what favor she had to call in to get that potion that healed Anon. Stuff like that can't be cheap.
What a mess.

https://ponepaste.org/11973
Updated Sally's green. 43.4k words. It's that much bullshit and yet it feels like we're only just now starting to understand what the hell is wrong with these girls.
I'd appreciate any thoughts on the matter. Both the story itself and how it seems like this might not have a clean bow overnight.

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>>43458523
i personally very much enjoy how "slow burn" it is when it comes to revealing it´s characters. it feels real, you don´t get to know someone´s whole life story in a week, it takes a lot of time to get to know them, little hint at who they are dropped here and there, sometimes you might even be told directly. but all of that takes rather significant amounts of time, especially when the person isn´t a complete normie, and maybe even is a little fucked. fucked up people usually learn to act normal, and tend to hide their true nature, only revealing it and getting comfortable dropping the act of normalcy around very trusted and close individuals, if at all.

what i am saying is that your characters feel real, the story doesn´t feel rehearsed or like it´s happening for the sake of plot, it feels organic, believable, real. and the slow but steady character exposition and development only adds to that.

>>43458541
It helps that this Anon has compulsion to help others, to an extent that he’ll put himself in a dangerous situation just so he can understand better. Any other MC would’ve kicked them away. All three mares have been terrible to him. Now waiting on the fourth changeling to come in to rile them all up further. Then a kirin, followed by a sea pony, until final boss Flurry Heart.

>>43458564
>Yandere kirin wife
That would be hot as fuck, no pun intended.

>>43458571
Anon roasting over a testy Kirin.

>10
NO! not again.

>>43458541
I'm glad some appreciate that. I've been wondering what would happen next as much as anyone else. I think they girls are eager to talk about themselves. To be exposed and understood, after so much time has been focused on hiding from others or pretending to be someone else. From my previous stories, it's building up on the idea of a world of men and mares. What that can look like. The perils and perks. Of course, it isn't like anything made before needs to be read. Given how long some of the stories are, I'd never recommend it.
>>43458564
That's another unique thing too about this. Anon is making money helping people sort out their messes. Due to chance, he caught Sally's eye. Sally brought Fringe. Mettle seems to be the least connected but most aware of what things have happened. For better or worse, every second he allows them to stick around is an hour it'll take for him to pry himself loose. Every new revelation and point of bonding is another barricade he's not bringing down but climbing over. Barricade is still behind.
An aspect that's uncomfortable to me isn't necessarily the halfbreed status some have, but how much it puts them at odds. You put Fringe or Sally in the wrong part of the world and they're symbols of death to string up and gut. Or worse. You put them even in the right part of the world and no one's going to roll out the red carpet for some sort of living nightmare.

>>43459499
We can say it was chance that Anon caught Lucy’s eye, but it seems he was already making a name for himself slowly but surely. As terrible as it is to think, her half breed situation might not be unique and some disharmonfied halfbreed would have found him eventually. Dear lord, I can only imagine dealing with a halfdrake.

>>43459567
It's sad but you're right. She isn't a unique case. She isn't special at all, she's just trying to grab onto what could be her one shot.
Poor Lucy.

Deep night bump for Lucy

>>43460155
Careful, she returns those boops violently.

Elfen Lied green when?

>>43461063
>Os iusti meditabitur sapientiam
>Et lingua eius loquetur iudicium

>Beatus vir qui suffert tentationem
>Quoniam cum probatus fuerit accipiet coronam vitae

>Kyrie, Ignis Divine, Eleison

>O quam sancta,
>Quam serena,
>Quam benigna
>Quam amoena
>O castitas lilium

>Kyrie, Ignis Divine, Eleison

>>Quam serena,
>Quam benigna
>Quam amoena
>O castitas lilium

here you go, nonny, hope you´re satisfied with that :)

>>43461063
Why did the Elf lie?

>>43461296
Das it mane

bump for the mare who bumps back

>>43462468
They only want your bumps.

>9
>Bone feathers wrap themselves around your throat.
>Awake in panic.

>>43463095
She may be the only mare out of the trio that can really hug back.

Will be writing tonight, will try for tomorrow night. Otherwise won't be able to update for a few days due to particular happenings.
Will the thread survive a few days with no green? Where are the others?

>>43464023
I'll be here, even if I haven't much to contribute

>>43464023
Writing green for another thread, sorry. Still love yours.

>8

Didn't intend on this being late but there has been some events and preparation for the weekend. I think it's good that we had some time to reflect on what all happened. I think certain situations need time to sit and settle.
>>43455541
>You've been sleeping
>You've been sleeping a lot
>The more time passes, the more Fringe's episode sticks to your brain
>Gooey
>Sticky
>Impossible to wipe away
>You didn't think you'd be able to sleep that night
>You were correct
>Instead, you slept all day
>You thought about sleeping for longer but you know you have a goal in mind
>Sally
>You have to deal with her next
>You really do not want to
>The love potion is all gone so that isn't an issue
>The only question is what Fringe is going to tell her
>She could tell her any sliver of what happened and it might set her off
>Or could it instead crush her?
>You're still so in the dark about her
>She needs help
>Professional help
>You don't count
>You aren't a professional, you just take money from people to talk with and at them
>Your shower lasts well over a half hour while you go through every possible dialogue tree and choice
>Every skill check
>Every blind reach for something more appropriate or a way to defuse a situation
>None of them lead to a happy ending
>None of them lead to something satisfactory
>It makes your head spin
>Only when the sun goes down do you hear knocking at your door
>You open it a fraction of an inch
>"Good evening, Anon! Can I come inside?"
>Of course she'd ask that
>She's wearing a skirt again
>Plain, drab, grey
>You would be more on edge but after yesterday?
"Yeah. I still gotta get dressed. Mind waiting in the living room?"
>Sally gives you a concerned look
>"...Are you alright?"
>That's an odd thing to ask
>You stand there, towel around the waist
"Yeah."
>You aren't sure if you answered fast enough for it to be appropriate but you feel like you're running on frayed nerves and fumes
>You close the door long enough to slide the chain off and open it wide
>Without any concern, you turn your back on the door and head to your room
>"Help yourself if you want anything. Gonna just be a minute."
>She's not rushing to snatch the towel away or even following you
>That's positive
>If she did it, would you stop to chastise her?
>Probably not
>Given what you already did with her, it would be a little coy to only now be so prudish
>You push away the lingering thought about whether or not it was rape
>It feels kinda weird to imagine it happened in that way
>You return a short time later
>Shorts, shirt
>Underwear would be a formality you don't feel like affording
>Not like you don't already have laundry piled up as is
>The door is closed
>Sally is on the couch
>You half expected her to rip apart the place because of different mare smell
>Instead she's patiently on the couch and watching you with her full focus
>You sit on the far side
>You aren't trying to avoid her
>It's more just so no one is stifling the other
"What's up?"

>>43465631
>Sally isn't enraged
>She isn't mad in any way you can tell
>It doesn't really matter, does it?
>Do you have it in yourself to stop her from lashing out and going berserk like last time?
>"I spoke with Fringe today."
"Yeah, she said she would chat you up about some stuff."
>Why does she look so worried?
>"She said you had a really hard time with stuff."
"Yeah. I did."
>"...She said that we were both really starting to wear on you."
"...Yeah. Kinda."
>You have no fear
>You couldn't muster it if she somehow had a gun to your head
>What was she told?
>Does it matter?
"She came by. Won her way in by threatening to scream at people. Drank my drank and ended up drinking the last of that love potion. Apparently it only works on Equestrians because her eyes started glowing and she just..."
>You shake your head
>"She told me that too, Anon."
>Her expression turns just the faintest bit quizzical
>"...Did you really let her hold your hand while she went to go pee?"
>So that much was told?
"Yes."
>You nod with drunk fluidity
>You could sure go for a drink
"Yes I did."
>You're expecting...
>Something
>You don't know what
>"...I haven't really been doing much but taking. Have I?"
>You shrug
"It's been a difficult time for both of us."
>That answer doesn't seem to sit so well with her
>"...I've really put a lot of strain on you, haven't I..."
>You should think about this
"A lot of things have been straining. I can't attribute it to you."
>That doesn't sound like a lie
>Also doesn't quite sound true
>Not completely
"At the end of the day, I just am... not so well equipped to handle everything. I don't know if I should cut back and taper off or what."
>You make a nonsense gesture with one of your boneless hands
"Equestrians have a lot of problems. And I'm really not good at giving advice or knowledge on any of it. There's you. There's Fringe. There's another one named Precious Mettle. And then another one who called herself Jacqueline and she had questions I had no earthly idea how to answer. I don't know if I'm really the guy to do this sort of thing now."
>It took you seconds to say it but it feels like it took entire minutes
>It's an open admission of failure
>Not only have they threatened to kill your credentials and whatever good will you may have, but you've been encountering more and more things that you feel like you can't reliably give good responses to
>You never thought you'd go in this deep into the realm
>Why would you?
>Who the hell listens to you and believes that you'll be able to tell them anything worth anything?
>You can deal with that, when you have distance
>You've always been the sort others have come to
>You've always been willing to hear someone out
>Something about you has others opening up with little prompting
>But Sally
>Fringe
>Even Mettle
>They've been up in your face
>Influencing you
>In Sally's case, she's outright attacked you
>Physically and otherwise
>Words may be only words but no one simply says whatever either

>>43465696
"I think I'm at my limit."
>It's all you can say
>It's all you have left to say
>You're only brought back to the real world through Sally closing the gap between you
>Rather than mounting or threatening you, she buries her face into your shoulder
>"Please don't give up."
>Of course she wouldn't want you to give up on her
>Not that you meant it that way
>"Don't give up on them. Please don't let me be the tipping point."
>You want to give her some platitude but would it be genuine?
>Of course not
>It wouldn't be a platitude otherwise
>"I'm sorry Anon. I'll do better. I can be your friend. I won't be your enemy."
>It's not that simple, is it?
>Not after that episode
>You aren't convinced
>Worse than that, you don't feel enough to try to be convinced
"...I remember something you said."
>Sally doesn't respond
>She pushes herself harder into you to try to avoid the topic
"You said the human world is scary. Lot of people are violent. Or tricksters."
>It's coming back to you
>Little by little
>It feels like it happened to someone else, it feels so far away from now
"You said I shouldn't keep doing what I was doing. That you understand my experiences. Those... lost cause."
>She acted so differently then
>Was that really her or was that a facade similar to what Fringe had been doing?
>Where does the truth begin?
"You were hating those who didn't really go out of their way to remember what I said."
>She was so cheerful then
>That is where you first failed, Anon
>You believed her
>You let her stroke your ego
>"I meant every word."
"Why aren't you like how you were before? Are you like Fringe?"
>That makes her pull back
>"What do you mean?"
"Are you like her? Is what you say or believe liable to change on a dime if it gets you closer to your goal?"
>"But I'm already close to you. We are, right?"
>You should be more bothered by this
>That she's still so focused on herself
"I don't know. We've done stuff."
>"We fucked like rabbits."
"After you got me drunk."
>"I didn't force you to drink."
>There's that gut instinct of defensiveness
"So what happens if that happens again but by someone else? I was dumb enough to fall for it with you."
>You aren't dumb! You let it happen because you knew it would be a good thing."
>Part of you wants to point out how this has started to slant
>Part of you wants to see how far this goes
"How do I know that?"
>"I--I'll prove it! Again!"
>She darts for you
>You don't defend yourself while her tongue lashes out and into your mouth
>A vortex of a taste you recognize
>In some cultures it might seem like an intimate kiss
>To you, she's trying to eat you from the inside out
>She pulls back with a loud "puah" to further emphasize how monstrous that makeout was
>"No one else will do that. No one else wants your taste on their tongue as much as I do."
>You somehow feel more slack than before
"...What do you even want from me? Sally? What is it you actually want? Why me? Why all of this effort? Since when was this ever ok to do?"

It isn't enough that Anon is drained and at a low point, he's completely fried. He has no saving throws left available and he's in no condition to help anyone. Sally seems at least somewhat aware of what happened with Fringe. Is that enough? How much got manipulated around to lead to it seeming more charitable or positive than it ever was? With how Sally acted before to now had been a complete 180. Was that really her? Could he have known otherwise?
It's late. It's still a mess. The deeper this goes, the less and less we seem to know about Sally at a baseline. She isn't willing to be so open as Fringe was when she was drugged. Is that the key?

>>43465748
Well he’s hoping Sally will be reflective about their relationship and how toxic it is. She doesn’t want to.

>>43466023
Course at this point he might travel to Equestria, go to Celestia’s court, and ask wtf.

>>43466023
It is toxic... but I don't know if she knows what that really means.

>>43465741
She really does act like a child. Going for a kiss after a discussion like that; he really does just let her do anything she wants to him.

>>43467016
You hit the nail on the head, anon.
The biggest thing Sally is lacking in is maturity. Mettle has it. Fringe has it in spades. That familial trauma has done a lot to not just damage her view on relationships but it has affected how she matured. Or rather, how she hasn't.
Him pushing her led to her showing that while she may be smart, she may understand things and have a good front. This is far closer to her core. Immature. Self-centered. Anon is wrong, she's not like Fringe. It wasn't an act. But now that she feels like she has him in her hooves, she has no reason to try to be more cunning. She doesn't need a twenty step plan to follow him around. She doesn't need to be forceful. He's right where she wants him; with her.
I feel the need to speak openly about this here because it's such a rough situation. It's such a mess.
Anon hasn't had the time to really process and deal with Fringe pushing her needs onto him. Learning that she NEEDS someone in her life and that he's the only one she can see ever being it. Nothing and no one matters to her. She'll be the best or worst friend, she'll be whatever it takes.
Then in comes Obscure.She knows he's vulnerable. She's apparently been told enough cherry-picked information to know that something's up. And she's still pushing. It's still about her, and wanting to show proof of... what, exactly? She has shown that she's aware enough. She's not clueless. She's not stupid. But it's that twitch reaction that keeps her from going all the way. Her need to win is outweighing everything else.
>he really does just let her do anything she wants to him
And then we have Anon. What do (You) do in that situation? You've already had a hard time going out and realizing who you can or can't help. You're in a support group, yourself. You already have your flaws. And now you have this. That weight that you're in too deep now. If you just vanish overnight, it'll send at least two into a complete tailspin. It's not even the idea of sex or making out and slobbery, slippery, delicious mare tongue coiling down your throat to the point you'll never need to clear your throat or cough again. It's that this is happening but it feels wrong. It feels inappropriate. It feels unearned. What it is supposed to mean, and the value it is supposed to hold isn't there. But you understand that someone is pushing it so hard because they want that value. It's not an easy position to be in when you're fresh, alert and not hip deep in it.

>>43467153
I think the true horror of a yandere isn't the sudden knife mania 0 to 100 icy hot turning but more this nail that is being pressed into your chest. It keeps pressing. It's not overly hard or easy and sometimes you can pull away from it. But it keeps digging in. It keeps digging in and you can't find a way to pull it out and just leave. At it's core, it's an unhealthy, manipulative, abusive relationship.
It can be tempered. It can be more. But it takes such Herculean effort for it to not be that way. There is a light for Obscure Embrace and Fringe Binge. I know it. But I don't knot what it is or how they'll get to it without destroying at least one life in the process. It almost seems like, at this point, bring on Precious Mettle. At least she was up front about it and wasn't playing any tricks. Ignoring that no thoughts are safe and private.

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enough seahorsing around! we're posting the real shit now:
Fuck, Marry, Kill
>Sally
>Fringe
>Mettle

>>43467542
That's the real trouble. Which one of them deserves the happiest end of marriage?

>>43467169
Precious Mettle is a mind reader, which is still unsettling. After that last Spiderman move, you can't really trust one.
Then we have Jacqueline, and whatever hell she might bring if she shows up.
>>43467542
Sally kills us.
Fringe marries us.
Mettle fucks us up.

>>43467755
>Jacqueline, and whatever hell she might bring
Oh anon. I wouldn't worry about her. I think she's doing just alright.
Is Mettle really the one that would try to fuck someone up?

>>43467852
She's already fucked Anon. In public no less.

>>43467898
Fucked, yes. Fucked up? No. Is it fucked up? Also yes.

Pre-airport bump

>>43467702
Be real funny if a human mare swoops in and marries him.

>>43468570
Appreciated

I am mare fair. Sally will be able to continue Monday or so. Not doing any panels but always happy to talk stories.

>>43469550
So will I. Wasn't sure if I will be able to write off their hotel wifi.

>>43470155
Banned already I've heard. All of the chaos wouldn't do well anyway.

>>43470155
>>43470653
>Banned already I've heard
why are you poor?

>>43471159
I have wireless, don't need hotel wifi.

>9
Avoid the void

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>9
bump

>>43467542
Marry all three this is an all or nothing happy ending

Le bump

>>43471681
Or they kill each other.

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>>43472803
>Or they kill each other
what else did you think marriage was?
hey-o!

Who's that hiiiiiding?
In the treeeeeetops?
It's the raaaaaascal!
Your rapist.

>>43473253
Chop the tree down, let them fall.

>>43471681
The thing is, who would be for that? Fringe already doesn't care. We have no clue on Mettle. Sally has an unhealthy view on relationships and doesn't seem to mind or consider Fringe as competition... but that doesn't necessarily mean she's ok with it.

Marefair with a yandere, what do?

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>twilight mindrapes (you) into thinking she's your marefriend

>>43474533
Hide in the mare gallery.

>>43474869
Where is this from?

>>43474869
Then Shining Armor bursts into the room congratulating Anon for continuing the Sparkle bloodline. The desire to say ‘no way fag’ is strong enough to say the spell.

>>43474533
Enjoy it while I can I suppose

>>43471681
Someone's dying if they try pulling that off.

Man, I went to a fair all about mares and none of them even wanted to yandere. Not even those neet mares. I'm such a loser.

>>43477963
There are a lot of newfags and normies this year. Lot don't know what a thread is, much less a board.

>>43478078
That's every year, bro.

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>pg 9

>>43478929
I like Maud. Nowhere near enough Maud items.
Been good sports keeping the thread alive. Had fun helping things chug along. Sally should continue tomorrow night. We got a lot to process and I hope we've had enough time to wrap our heads around it all.

>>43479470
Hope you had fun at Mair Fair. Sally has been just sitting here, waiting.

>>43479803
I'd wager if they could, Anon going out would lead to Sally and Fringe finding a way to raid his apartment. I don't think it would be impossible.
It was alright. Obligations aside, it had a good few moments.

>>43478929
Maud would be a great yandere. So unassuming.

>>43480052
>Sally is looking through a sea of Anons for her Anon.
>She is panicking just a little bit.
>"Fringe, I don't see him."
>Fringe in the mean time is getting petted by every Anon as they pass by.
>Her hoodie hides her strange wings very well.
>"Maybe trying to surprise him wasn't our best plan."
>"Mare?"
>"Mares! Mares, mares, mares."
>Chanting continues.
>Meanwhile, Anon is in Floor Board's game room trying to help put together a really stupid 2000 piece puzzle.
>Seriously that thing was so dumb.
>There were shades of brown you have to parse through.
>Didn't even get to see it finished.

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>>43481421
I'm pretty sure Sally would've freaked out if enough anons pointed at her and went "MARE!?". Here's the puzzle too. It wasn't finished in time for the charity auction so we got it all back in the box for next year. Ideally we should have more puzzles ready so it's not just one to slave over as long as the puzzle makers don't forget them.

>>43481648
Look at all that green and brown. That puzzle was annoying.

>>43449731
Preped for breeding

Fell asleep while writing again. Giving myself a day pass excuse due to the con.
It's odd because sometimes I read through things and I have largely no memory of writing them. The details, that is.

>>43483156
Mettle has been tampering with you.

>>43483454
My deeb goncern is that Mettle is making moves. She's in the process of selling everything her parents built up so she can go off on her own journey. The issue is the journey is Anon. The real bit that gets me worried is both that she is very direct and that she's going to manipulate both Sally and Fringe. It will be very easy to. Fringe may not fall for certain tricks but what if Mettle has the idea to try to "connect" with Sally's old man? She was unable to reach her parents. Only she and Anon knows that. Would she be willing to do something so disdainful to help divert Sally's course?
It isn't that any of these mares are playing 4d chess, and it isn't that any one of them are so massively smart. It's that it is all happening at once. It's real time chess but fog of war is the edge of your nose.
And the worst part. The part that really does worry me. If these three are just unlucky with Mettle being the only one that comes from a happy background, how many messes are out there? How do (You) handle the fear that your name/brand may grow but it'll also bring more borderline lost causes to your attention?

>>43484395
>Moments before Cheerilee rolls up on the lawn bloody and bruised.
>"I lived whorse."

>It's been a couple months since Autumn Blaze and that ape anon began dating
>Everykirin was so excited to talk again and he was so happy to obligue
>He really became a good friend with everykirin in the village
>At first with the stallions and then with other mares as well
>He was still loyal to Autumn, of course
>He was her anchor while she was exiled and he wasn't going to stop after everything returned to normal
>He just wanted to know the rest of the village just as well and that meant spending time with them too!
>Then one day a mysterious Nirik pushed him into the stream of silence
>The flowers to cure the curse were nowhere to be found and so he remained silent
>Everykirin was devastated, specially Autumn Blaze
>The identity of the Nirik was unknown and accusations were made
>And from the accusations came infighting
>And from infighting the village was burnt again
>And the kirin forgot their lesson and went back to the stream of silence
>Except Autumn, who left the village alongside her lover
>...
>It's been years since Autumn Blaze and that ape anon got married
>Without his voice he eventually lost the desire to leave his home
>Autumn is still looking for flowers to cure her husband's curse
>The kirin, who have since learnt their lesson are looking for flowers to regain their voice as well
>They never find the flowers however, only small piles of ashes...

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>>43484608
Forgot picrel

>>43484608
It's Rain Shine. NEVER trust tall mares, especially tall kirin!

>>43484608
What a bunch of sassy kirins.

>>43484395
This mean Equestria has sausage making meat grinders.

>>43465741
>You feel your soul leave your body as you ask that
>It is an open statement that you aren't enthralled by her charms
>It is a declaration that her charms are useless against you at the moment
>It is an admission of defeat
>That despite what has happened, you feel further detached from her than ever
>You can see that go to her face
>She isn't dumb
>Far from it
>She sees that you've been demoralized beyond what she could ever want
>Demoralized past the point of her being able to simply take the reigns
>"No... no. No! No! No no, no!"
>The checks over you as if you spontaneously went through a man-sized paper shredder
>"Why are you asking that? Didn't it make sense? I--we--there was sex! You even noticed the skirt! Didn't you enjoy that? Doesn't that show you that I'm for real?"
>She's no longer avoiding your gaze
>She's meeting it dead on
>You see it among the panic
>This sharp, quick glint of fury
>Like she could just crush your head like a grape
>Raw frustration from such a string of questions
>"...Who did this to you?"
"...Sally, I just told you."
>"No... no, you didn't!"
>Her front hooves go to your throat
>This is where it starts
>"You're overwhelmed, that's all!"
>You close your eyes
>The first time was rough
>You're ready this time
>A tight pressure coils around your throat
>And...
>The back of your shoulders?
>Sally is hugging you with all her might
>She can be indeed mighty
>"You're overwhelmed because of others! Not me... I'm not the one causing you to lose heart."
>She's scattered
>You can hear it in her voice
>There's no crying but the tremors are coming so fast that they're causing her voice to break
>"F-forget what I said! You can give up on them. D-don't give up on me too! Pl... please! Please don't!"
>There still isn't crying
>It sounds closer to a panic attack
>Frightful with sharp inhales
>She repositions herself so she's sitting on your lap
>Hind legs also curled slightly to latch onto you every way possible
>"Please take it back, Anon! Please!"
>Her shriek of terror is enough to turn your blood ice cold
>"Please!"
>What happens next feels like a daze
>Not only are you powerless to pry her off of you but you're just drained
>You're worse than drained now
>Screaming
>Bawling
>Breaking into hyperventilating sobs
>It all becomes an unbelievable wave of sounds that echo in your ear
>How long has this been going on?
>Every now and again she'll tire herself out and go silent
>After a moment of dead silence, she'll utter something you aren't able to understand and work herself back up to panicked crying and babbling
>You've never encountered such an overwhelming force of emotional battery
>It's such a cold way to see it
>But are you wrong?
>You don't know when but your arms ended up going around her
>Despite that, you don't cry
>Not a drop
>Is it shock?
>Genuine, honest shock?
>It must be
>Eventually she tuckers herself out for real
>All of the holding and shaking and snotty blathering dies down

>>43485309
>You can't see her face
>You're happy for that
>Not that you're so shallow
>You just don't want her to sneeze on you
>You're already sure the back of your shirt is done
>So is your couch now that you think about it
>You're half cradling her at this point
>Her crotch has been directly on top of yours but you haven't done anything to act on it
>Even if, in her moments of silence, she tries to feverishly grind into you
>Is it to entice you and switch the mood?
>Is it due to an itch?
>You have no earthly clue
>You may have blanked out of it
>Shut it all out in the moment
"...Hey."
>You finally croak out a word
>The first word in years
>Sally stirs
>You wait for her to respond
>Eventually she does pull her head back
>She looks horrific
>Her mane is all sorts of messy
>Eyes bloodshot red
>Apparently she has been crying
>All she does is look at you
>She's as spent as you are
>There's no fight in her
>Certainly no fight in you
>"...Hey."
>Her own croak isn't any better
"...How you doing?"
>She doesn't make any expression or noise
>She doesn't even have the energy to shrug
>"...Ok I guess."
>You don't doubt her
"..."
>You wanna ask her if she's feeling better
>You know that isn't the right thing
"...Wanna do a pizza?"
>The question
>The audacity of it
>After all of this?
>You're kidding
>"...Ok."
>She slumps against you
>You can almost hear an "uff" on impact
>Despite the accepted offer, you don't move an inch for what feels like another hour
>Hours, plural
>It hasn't been days because there's no way you could fall asleep like this
>Your arms never leave her
>You've stopped asking what happened
>You've stopped asking why
>You just don't have the energy for that
>Maybe you'll revisit this one day
>Maybe this is all just some freak dream
"Hey."
>She grunts in response
"...Kitchen microwave says it's kinda late. Did you want me to order that or do one of those oven pies?"
>She remains a statue
>"...Ok."
>That seems to be enough
>She goes limp and falls off of you just like that
>At least she flops onto her side doesn't go backward to crash on the floor
>You wouldn't let that happen
>You can tell, at one point, she was aroused
>Not necessarily by scent but by a moist puddle that had time to either dry up or soak into your pants
"...Did you pee on me?"
>Sally doesn't move
>"...no."
>Oh
>Well then
>That clears that up
>You don't even know where your phone is
>You barely even remember what you were doing before she came over
>You just want pizza for God's sake
>You are able to grab your phone without doing more than leaning over
>Few minutes later and you have two on the way
>Garlic stuff crust
>What were you even talking about to lead to all of this?
>The atmosphere in the room is so heavy
>It's crushing
>Not like a direct weight on your chest
>More you're unable to comment on it
>You don't want to ask her what she's thinking
>You don't want to talk to her about why all of this happened
>You don't want to even bring up that she avoided answering you

What do you even say? What a mess.

Mettle is absolutely gonna take advantage of this, afterall she's the only one who appears to be relatively normal and lacking a crushing amount of emotional baggage

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>>43485427
You don't know how much a situation like that kills the soul. When Mettle shows up, not if, she's going to have a lot to do to worm her way in. Worse... I think at this point, it might be warranted. This wasn't some sort of trauma dump. This wasn't some clever tactic. Him asking that broke her. Or it at least sure seems like it did. All of that just kinda got to him too.
If there's any one genuine thing I can say is good about this green so far, it's that the emotional abuse is not to be taken lightly. It isn't some hot and cold of intense lovey action and then getting chased with a prop knife. It's so much more insidious. It's emotional battery. It's the fact that you are going up against someone who is smart enough to use anything and everything against you. Until you go through it, you don't know how deep it can cut. We aren't just seeing some twisted relationships forming with dysgenic mares. We're watching the spiritual crippling of a man out of his depth and unable to stop from drowning. Even if this has a happy ending, we are a long ways away from that. I don't even think we've hit rock bottom yet either.
I think the last time writing a green genuinely bothered me so much was Angel Cake's Quest. That one hurt. Imagine the audacity of writing a story you aren't actively enjoying. In some five layer deep esoteric zone, no less.
I miss the old days. Happier stories of losers that had no future but at least had each other.

>>43449692
You are one of my favorite parts of the board

>>43485446
What is that green about and where can I read it?

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>>43485491
https://ponepaste.org/5251
Dozed off for a bit and woke up in a bit of a cold sweat. Thought you meant Sally. This here's the link to Angel Cake's Quest. It is about a filly that has been left alone in the world. Sent to a place called Home, she aims to go to Heaven. As soon as possible. Came from the /bootleg/ thread. Closest thing I had to a home for all that happened there.

>>43485403
Now I'm worried we're going to get old Sally. The one that was a schemer and put Anon into situations that he can't escape easily. Because now she's going to realize she hasn't won the war for his heart. Not even close. Maybe she'll try different tactics.

>>43485842
That may be the intellectual path but I think she hit an emotional milestone. Whether or not that was a positive thing, I think she needed to let it out. I wonder if she ever had that sort of outburst before.

>>43485569
>Angel Cake's Quest.
This sounds fucking depressing

>>43486250
Not all stories are happy. It had to come out. It is technically the sequel to an offshoot. Roads not traveled and all that.

>>43485569
Found it on my own shortly after writing the original comment. I was scared that it would be a snuff fic so I'm glad it isn't. Currently a third of the way through and I don't like where things are going. I will keep reading, because it feels like the kind of work that is worth to slog through the discomfort.

>>43486498
>snuff fic
Those are always so crass. They don't have any real... nuance to it. I don't think so anyway. I hope the journey is worth it for you.
A Slav anon offered to translate it to Russian but it bit him a little too hard. He instead translated a story chunk from another character's tale. I feel for our RUSbros, they're amazing craftsmen for mares but it can be so hard to see what they do. Nevermind stories are so rare for them to enjoy.

>>43486868
I've seen comics being translated for them on a booru occasionally.

>>43485403
>"...Wanna do a pizza?"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UuPduMiGTHI

>>43485446
>>43486498 (me)
As a small bump I just want to say that when I googled for the Angel Cake green the Google AI overview used your original comment as the sole source. It was pretty funny.

>>43486250
Read it anon. It's good.

>>43487956
Best you can expect is that it is said to be good.

>crying and masturbating
I mean haven't we all been there

>>43488469
She was humping Anon.

>>43487826
It's official. I'm an authority now.
>>43488469
The question is why. It's been slow going but I appreciate giving some time for all of that to be digested. To really figure out what was going on in her head.
Also a nice thing to not do perspective change because I think something would be lost by doing that.

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>>43487956
Now I just want to give God's strongest filly a hug

>>43489185
I don't know if it is good news per say but there will be an Odyssey for her in the future. Things need to happen before that it is inevitable.

I may have failed in my previous longer green attempt so hopefully this gets a bit further. Or at the very least until we get to proper yandere shenanigans.

“And right here is the kitchen. I forgot to ask but you do know how to cook meat, right?”
>”Of course sir! I was taught all sorts of recipes back at the complex”
>More than eager she sounded nervous
>She really doesn’t want to go back there it seems
“Good. As for cleaning you don’t need to do it every day. Just sweep and mop from time to time and it should be enough. It’s not what I hired you for after all.”
>Hired with a salary below minimum wage and the tradeoff that she’d be living in your house
>Some argue that this is still pony slavery but you digress
>”I-I understand. I’ll still make sure everything is as clean as can be!”
>You almost wish she didn’t try faking her enthusiasm
>She must be really desperate
>If the stories are true this IS a sizeable upgrade from her previous life
>The both of you step into the living room again
>The clip clopping of her hooves on the hardwood floor echo through the entire house
>You briefly regret not getting carpeted floor
>She notices some photos of your family by the wall
>”I was wondering where your daughter–”
“Annie. Her name is Annie.”
>”R-right. I was wondering where she is now and when she is coming back.”
“She’s in a friend’s house right now. I’ll pick her up in a couple hours.”
>”I-I see.”
>She keeps staring at the photos hung on the wall
>”And your wife? When will I be meeting her?”
>You feel your blood boiling in just an instant
“She’s gone, you stupid–”
>You take a deep breath. She didn’t know any better
>She looks incredibly tense now, like a prey ready to flee
“She’s… she’s no longer with us.”
>Her eyes slowly drift to look at the floor
>”I-I understand. I’m sorry for asking.”
>Great, things are awkward now
>You cough
“Right, I should probably show you where you’ll be sleeping.”
>You lead her towards the basement
>There is an air bed with some blankets on top of it
“Not ideal, I know. But this will have to do for the time being.”
>”It looks… very comfy, sir. Thank you.”
>God, she would be chewing you out right now if she were still here

>>43490360
>Be Annie
>Currently on your way back home
>Dad said he has a surprise for you
>He seems nervous as he drives
>The two of you finally reach your house and you get out of the car as fast as possible
>”Now Annie. Before we enter I want you to be on your best behavior, alright?
“Yes daddy!”
>He gives you a nod before he opens the door for you
>Inside there is…
>No way…
>NO WAY!
>INSIDE THERE IS A PONY!
>A UNICORN NO LESS!
>You quickly forget what you promised to dad and rush forward to hug her
>She gets a bit startled but quickly returns your hug
>”Annie what did I just say?” Dad says annoyed
>”I-It’s alright, sir. I’m not mad at her.”
>Her voice is so pretty too!
>Dad still seems annoyed
>You really hope you aren’t getting an earful later today
>He just sighs instead
>”Alright Annie. This pony here is Ms. Sugarcube and she will be living with us from now on. She’ll be here to take care of you while I’m busy at work so be polite to her and make sure to obey her.”
”Of course daddy! You’re the best!”
>You go and hug him as tight as you can
>He hugs you back even tighter
>”Thanks sweetheart… Now, why don’t you two try getting along? I will be… meeting up with some friends, but I promise I’ll be back for dinner. Alright?”
>He lets go off you
>You feel disappointed, but you’re used to it at this point
“Okay, dad.”
>”Good. Now if you excuse me I’ll be leaving now.”
>He hesitates a little before leaving the room
>Guess you’re all alone with Sugarcube now
>You chuckle a little
>She IS the color of sugar now that you think about it
>You can’t help but walk in circles around her
>This feels like a dream come true
>From what you remember of mom she never wanted to have a pony around the house
>You don’t understand why
>She was always so friendly and kind to them
>Sugarcube clears her throat
>”Ms. Annie. Is there anything you want to do together?”
>You stop dead in your tracks
>This is by far your toughest decision yet
>You have thought of things you’d do with a pony many times before but nothing could have prepared you for the real deal
>If there is something you’d have always wanted that would be…
“Pony rides!”
>”... pony… rides?”
>She stares at you for a bit but then chuckles
>”Of course! Hop on in!”
>You can’t believe you’re about to ride a unicorn
>This is the best day ever!

>>43490367
>”So, does Mr. Anon always take this long?”
“Sometimes.”
>She doesn’t seem happy with that answer
>It is dinner time
>You are still Annie
>Dad hasn’t come back yet
>Sugarcube made some spaghetti and meatballs for dinner
>The meatballs are in a separate pot
>Sugarcube gets a tummy ache if she eats meat apparently
>You think you have something like that in class before
>The term was herbalvore or something like that
>”Well, I’m sure he wouldn’t want you to stay up too late waiting for him. How about we get you ready to sleep?”
“Okay.”
>You really wanted to dine with dad
>But at least Sugarcube kept you company all day long
>She really is as sweet as sugar
>Sugarcube helps you brush your teeth and slip into your pajamas
>As you get on your bed she signs a lullaby to you
>It’s one you have never heard before but it’s just as soothing
>Despite not seeing dad much today it really was the best day ever
>You’re feeling very sleepy now
“Thank you sugarcube…”
>”No problem, Annie.”
>She’s smiling at you so warmly
>That smile is the last thing you see before falling asleep

>>43490375
>It’s 1 AM
>Your head is spinning
>Who were you again?
>Oh, right. You are anon.
>You lost track of time
>Again
>You hope Annie isn’t too mad with you again
>All the paperwork and interviews and having to reject ponies from that shelter thing took a toll on you
>But you made a good choice, you think
>And you deserved to get a drink because of that
>Or two
>Or three
>Or whatever drinks you ended up having tonight
>After fumbling around with your keys for a while you finally enter your house
>The kitchen light is still on
>And that mare is waiting home
>”Welcome home, sir. Did you have fun with your friends?”
>Her tone is polite but you can tell she isn’t happy
>Fucking bitch
>Who does she think she is?
>You take a deep breath. Whatever. You have dealt with enough judgemental assholes to let it get to you
“Where’s Annie?”
>”She’s asleep, sir. She’s in her room.”
>With her freaky unicorn magic she serves you a glass of water
>You take it and begin drinking from it
>”She was really looking forward to having dinner with you.”
“I can imagine, yes.”
>She sighs
>”I… was worried about y-”
“Quit it.”
>She blinks a couple times
>”Excuse me?”
“I know what you want to say and I’m telling you to fucking quit it.”
>You begin walking towards her
>She begins to step back
“You don’t get the right to act like that on your first day.”
>She has backed herself into a corner of the kitchen
“I may have hired you because of that butt-mark but you aren’t her mother. Let alone my wife.”
>You kneel down to her level
>That judgemental look on her eyes is gone now
>”I–”
>You suddenly grab her by the throat
>She tries to shrink herself as much as possible
>You are ready to put her in her place; she knows you are
>She closes her eyes and braces herself
>You raise your hand
>You are ready to put her in her place
>”What would she think of you right now?”
>That question flashes in your mind
>You blink a few times
>She’s trembling
>Your hands begin trembling as well
“I-I…”
“I…”
>You quickly let go off her and make a mad dash to your bedroom
>You shut the door as fast as possible and lock it
>For what feels like hours on end you lean against the door, ear pressed against it
>You faintly hear the kitchen lights being turned off and the clip clopping of hooves on the hardwood floor
>You climb up on your bed
>There is a photo of your wife by the night stand
>What would she think of you right now?

>>43490379
Pony might go yandere for the child. Protect her at any cost.

>>43490379
this nonny´s got some issues, holy shit.

>>43490379
I immediately have severe wariness over a poni being bought for a child, even if only in part. Reminds me of https://ponepaste.org/142. I don't want her to be seen as some sort of replaceable new best friend. That shit is horrifying to me.
At least we can presume that this is a... recent-ish change. Maybe. For it to hit Anon so much still and not his daughter...

>>43490379
(Decided to use a flag for easier spotting)
>Wake up
>Still anon
>It’s a sunday morning
>You can hear Sugarcube and Annie having breakfast together
>For obvious reasons you have no work today and Annie has no school earlier
>There’s no avoiding this. You have to face the music
>You look at yourself in the mirror
>You have looked worse
>With a deep breath you open your bedroom door and head to the kitchen
>”Well a cutie mark is a magical symbol that represents who you are or special talents! Most ponies get them at some point of their lives.”
>It seems that Annie and Sugarcube are talking with each other
>By the smell of it she made pancakes
>”And what is your special talent?”
>”My special talent is looking after foals or children. This is why my cutie mark is of a unicorn walking with a foal right behind her.”
>”So how did you–”
>Annie suddenly notices your presence
>Sugarcube does so as well
>”Morning daddy!”
“Morning sweetheart!”
>You go and give her a big old hug
“I’m… sorry for missing dinner. Ended up getting… busy with something…”
>”It’s alright. Sugarcube kept me company and even sang me a very pretty song. She’s a very good singer!”
“I bet.”
>Sugarcube still has a soft smile on her face but her ears are pinned to the back of her head
>”I made pancakes this morning, sir. By her request.”
“I don’t mind.”
>The atmosphere feels so tense it’s overwhelming
“Sugarcube. Can we talk for a moment? Just the two of us.”
>”And why can’t I join?” Annie protests.
>Of all the times she couldn’t mind her business why did it have to be this one?
>”Oh, I’m sure that Mr. Anon and I will just be talking about boring grown up stuff. Don’t worry Annie, I will be right back.”
>She looks at you as she says those last words
“T-That’s right. The both of us will be back shortly.”
>You lead her to her down to the basement
>She follows you down there, giving Annie one last reassuring smile
>If anything she is the one that needs reassurance the most
>Down there you sit on the air bed
>She leans on the wall opposite to the stairs so that she has a straight path out of the basement
>She’s scared and doesn’t bother to hide it
“Look. I… I understand I didn’t give off a good impression. And I am sorry for… last night.”
>Her expression is unreadable
>You grabbed her by the throat and was about to beat her senseless
“... I am a mess.”
>”...”
“Since she died. I just…”
>Everything was so easy with her at your side
>The world just seemed… fairer
>It wasn’t, of course
>You were just lucky
>Until the world decided that you’ve been having it too good for a while now
>Until those pieces of shit killed the love of your life
>You clench your fists
>You feel your blood boiling
>The creaking of wood snaps you back to reality
>Sugarcube was by the stairs now, ready to book it
“Don’t leave yet.”

>>43491093
(The reason for the Fleur flag is because I imagine Sugarcube with similar proportions to her)
>She freezes in place
“I…”
>You can’t take it anymore
>If she were here she would hate you
>Yours eyes begin tearing up
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”
>You repeat those words for what feels like forever
>You repeat them until they lose all meaning to you
>You repeat them well after you feel a hoof awkwardly trying to comfort you
>After a while you manage to keep it together
>Sugarcube is standing in front of you
>She still looks like she wants to book it
>Though for different reasons now
>”I… I’ve gone through worse.”
“That’s just horrible.”
>”... At least you stopped yourself.”
“That’s not a good silver lining.”
>She doesn’t disagree
>There’s an awkward silence again
>”Y-Your wife… How long has it been since–”
“Little over a year.”
>”Oh.”
“You know, she used to really like you ponies. She would have been really happy to see you guys finally earning rights.”
>She stares at you blankly
>You wince a little upon remembering the… less than ideal terms of her contract
>You still vehemently think that it’s a step up from pony slavery, though your conviction falters
“Well, in the process of earning rights anyway.”
>”Could I… make a request, sir?”
“Sure.”
>”Please don’t drink as much.”
“I…”
>”For Annie, more than anything.”
>You sigh
“I’ll try.”
>”Thank you. If you excuse me, I’ll be upstairs.”
>She leaves the basement faster than you thought was possible for a pony
>You sit on the air bed for some more minutes, drying your tears and regaining your composure
>You aren’t even hungry anymore

>>43485403
>"And... just like that, she went to bed."
"She seemed really tired by the end of it."
>"And you're saying... you never...?"
"No."
>"I guess that's about what I expected. I never thought she would do that. She always seemed so... strong."
"Maybe that's why it happened. She didn't have to be."
>It feels like weeks since Sally had her breakdown
>Has it even been a full two days?
>You haven't been to AA in a while and you're supposed to have a meetup tonight
>You texted your buddy to let him know you have a bad situation going on that you gotta help out with
>Of course he gave you some shit about it
>This is maybe your second trip around the grocery store with Fringe
>She took it upon herself to ride in the shopping cart
>No jokes
>No answers to anyone asking either of you questions about her
>No one exists in the world outside of you, her, and Sally
"What else does she like?"
>"We got that tin of caramel popcorn. Got her some of that pineapple soda. Tapioca, sweet potatoes..."
>You appreciate that she hasn't been giving you misleading or inappropriate answers
>Ever since she came down from that love potion, she's been...
>Calmer?
>Like that stuff gave her a trip to remember
>Maybe you're just hoping it could happen that way
>You take a pit stop in the candy isle
>Fringe is quick to scan over everything
>You've seen her so much without her glasses that you're surprised she's wearing them now
>It is out and in public
"So."
>"Licorice, anything peanut butter, and sour grape."
"...She likes sour grape of all things?"
>Fringe tilts her head and gives you a leering grin
>"I do. What, were you gonna buy her stuff too?"
"Ha. Alright, sure."
>Peanut butter
>Sour grape
>Licor-
>"The twisty-pull ones, please. Cherry."
"Right."
>Twisty-pull licorice
>Cherry
"So we have what you want. But I want to get some for her too."
>"Don't you have enough of a "I hope you feel better again" care pack?"
"No. Don't tell me you don't know."
>You're treating this seriously
>Until further notice, you need to treat this deathly serious
>Her having that episode could have been a good thing
>It could also have been something extremely hazardous to her health
>It is a gamble to bring Fringe along since it means she's alone
>Last you saw, she was sleeping pretty hard
>After the pizza and cinnamon roll desserts that you added on a whim to help level things out, you walked her home
>"Home"
>Even then, you went so far as the living room
>You didn't follow her to her room
>"Good night, Anon."
"Good night, Sally. I'll see you later."
>That was the last thing you said to each other
>You don't think anything severe will happen
>But can you know that for sure?
>Of course you can't
>All you can do is prevent that from happening
>"Geeze, you didn't get this much for me when you had me all drugged up and... pliable."
>You just grabbed a mishmash of everything
>Threw it all in after a second of examination
>Jelly beans, chocolate, caramel, soft, crunchy, stiff, gooey

>>43491132
>Thankfully it isn't anywhere near Valentine's
>You'd hate to have only heart-themed things to give and then try to play off how it was incidental
>Actually, you wouldn't hate that
>That is such a small detail right now
>And something spearmint
>For you
"Alright, we're done here. I think."
>You stand up, going down a checklist you're only just now considering to exist
"Does she have anything like a favorite blanket or something?"
>Fringe barks out a laugh
>She holds up a hoof to try to wave it away as an accident
>"I'm sorry, Anon... you sound so paternal. Do you think she's having one of those human cycles?"
"I have no clue. Does that mean "no"?"
>You aren't looking at her
>Not giving her the fuel to help keep the joke going
>You're still watching the absolute wall of sugar
>"Yeah, it means "no". Even if she did, you giving her a blanket would mean a new favorite."
"Yeah... had a feeling. Guess we're going to one more place."
>"Aye aye, captain."
>You don't mind this
>She refuses to get out of the cart but she does hand you items to put on the conveyor
>Hand
>Her ambulatory skills are impressive, for what they are
>Sometimes you get the idea that they aren't even wings
>What irony would that be?
>"Good afternoon, did you find everything alright?"
"Yup. Paper, please."
>The cashier woman is nice but she is giving you increasingly concerned looks
>Only at the last second do you notice the sizable box of condoms pushed into the pile of candy
>Fringe is off looking in convenient directions so you do not exist in her realm
"Sorry, grabbed the wrong thing."
>You take the box and launch them as far down the nearest isle that you can see
>It was enough of a way to vent your frustration that by the time the urge to speak reached your lips...
"We're past the point of using condoms. Don't let the glasses fool you. She's an animal where it counts."
>The cashier does not appreciate what she might not see as a joke
>The quiet snicker from Fringe says you successfully swatted the ball back in her court
>Everything is tagged, bagged, and paid for
>This isn't a cheap care pack
>The blanket likely isn't going to help
>Fuck it
>If you can handle a three hour call with someone telling you their life story and how that led to them losing a kidney, you can handle this
"Alright, next stop..."
>You don't mind Fringe sitting up in front
>She can even put on her own seat belt
"Where the hell do I go for a blanket?"
>"Just look online and get something after we visit her room. Surprise her out of the blue like that and it'll matter far more than you grabbing whatever cheap Christmas blanket bundle."
"Oh, come on... don't tell me the Christmas merch is out already..."
>"You didn't notice?"
"No."
>"Mare whipped."
>Whatever
>You've spent more than enough time already trying to get all of this together
>You've been gone for almost an hour total
>That's already more than long enough

Pre-bed bumpa

>>43491159
This seems like the lifestyle Fringe actually wants so she doesn't feel like she's rotting away. She got lucky she latched on to Sally who was motivated enough to stalk down Anon and force him into her life.

>>43491101
Are we dealing with pony slaves here? Never looked into those threads, always made me feel bad. Still, keep it up.

>>43491159
>You stop by your apartment before bringing things over
>Snacks in a lunch box you used to use far more often
>Candy in a basket
>You've had that basket for who knows how long
>It's wicker and still in flawless condition so that's all that matters
>You split from Fringe so she can help try to check on and wake up Sally
>If things were bad you would've heard by now
>You minimize everything into basket, lunch box, one bag
>How lame does this look?
>Whatever
>You march over after switching to more comfortable clothes
>You're ready as ever
>Knock one
>You hope you're ready
>Knock two
>Please don't let you walk into a bloodbath
>Knock three
>Fringe greets you
>Glasses off
>Beady eyes paired with a smile
>"Well hey now, mister. Fancy meeting you here. What's up?"
>Really?
>Right now?
"...Is Sally awake?"
>"Why yes she is."
"...Is she available?"
>"Why yes! She's in her room right now. Please come in."
>You shake your head at the pageantry
>Was it really required?
>While walking inside, Fringe rears back and lurches upward
>Her face bonks right up against your torso
>"Wait, hold on a second."
>She's whispering with some level of severity
>You aren't going to say anything
>Maybe it's important?
>She mashes her face against you
>Nuzzling
>Sliding
>Wiping
>From your stomach and sliding down
>Seriously
>At this point in time, after a successful trip and taking things seriously
>At the last possible step she's doing this
>Her glasses fall off partway through
>Her mane gets just ruffled enough
>"Hold on."
>She smears her face across your crotch
>Not just wiping and rubbing
>Repeatedly bonking
>Pressing
>What is particularly bothersome is that it is working, on a biological level
>Your hands are full
>...
>...
>...
>Ok, it has officially gone on long enough
>You jerk your hips to the side so the rest of your body follows
>Fringe disengages with a proud smile
>"There. Now she knows you're happy to see her."
>Your glare isn't pure annoyance
>"I'll knock on her room. If she's up, you go in. Shoes?"
>Right
>You slip out of them and follow her lead to the right door
>You really hope she isn't going to do anything to those while you're away

Fell asleep again.
>>43491998
The issue is that she doesn't want the purely wholesome chungus life. Her cards are on the table and we know what she is and what she wants. Doesn't make her less of a problem, when she wants to be a problem. She went out to help him but also, she got to spend a lot of time with him alone. Doesn't necessarily matter why he played along with that little prank at the end, he still played along. That's at least 1% closer now than before.

Friday bump

>>43492058
At least she didn't take off his pants with her finger wings.

>>43491101
>The rest of the morning went by without much issues
>After breakfast Annie wanted to watch a movie so you tagged along with Sugarcube
>It was an animated movie about talking animals
>Not ponies
>You sat down at the far end of the couch
>In the other extreme was Sugarcube and Annie sat in the middle
>You try not think too much about Sugarcube being literally naked with her crotch possibly rubbing against the couch
>You may have to clean it one of these days
>Normally when you’re watching movies together Annie used to lean against you
>Not today
>She’s leaning against Sugarcube instead
>Your fists clench without anyone noticing
>This includes you, as well
>It’s what she wants
>In the movie a wolf cub loses both of her parents and is forced to wander alone
>Annie seeks Sugarcube for comfort and she wraps a hoof around her
>Then the wolf cub finds a mother deer, who recently lost her son
>Sugarcube’s hug on your daughter tightens
>The mother deer and the wolf daughter wander together, having all sorts of misadventures
>They begin seeing each other as family and by the end of the movie some sort of magic turns the both into a different species
>Neither wolf nor deer but a mix of both and they live happily ever after as mother and daughter
>...
>Well that was fucking weird
>You don’t really get the ending but it’s emotive enough to make Annie cry
>You try comforting her but Sugarcube is doing a better job at it
>She seems to have gotten emotional over the movie as well
>Your help isn’t needed right now as they comfort each other
>You just sit there awkwardly
>For some reason, you feel angry
>Might as well go to your room. Some alone time doesn’t sound too bad right now

>>43492803
>Be Annie
>Your second day with Sugarcube was just as exciting
>Dad did end up joining for dinner today which was good
>Just like yesterday she helped you brush your teeth and slip into your pajamas
>”Alright sweetheart. Are you ready for a bedtime story?”
>Dad asks you with an enthusiastic smile
“Actually, can Sugarcube read me a story instead?”
>”...”
>”... Sure!”
>He leaves your bedroom and in a little while Sugarcube arrives
>”H-Hey! I heard someone wants a bedtime story!”
>You giggle
“It was me.”
>”I-It’s alright. What story do you want me to read you?”
“Hansel and Gretel. It’s been a while since Daddy read me that one.”
>”Alright. Just let me look for it…”
>She begins searching through your little bookshelf until she finds a book with the story
>”There we go! Are you ready?”
>You shift a little in bed to get comfy and nod afterwards
>She giggles a little before beginning to read
>It was just as you remembered
>This time however you focus on the kids’ parents
>And how they abandoned them without a second thought
>Sugarcube notices your sadness
>”Is something wrong, Annie?”
“Can I… ask you something?”
>”Of course.”
“How could their parents be cruel enough to leave them like that?”
>Now she looks sad
>Which makes you even sadder
>”I… I have no idea. Some people… some people can be really, REALLy cruel. Way more cruel than you can imagine.”
“You said you took care of children before me, right?”
>”Y-Yes. I only took care of foals so you are the first child I take care of. I used to be a surrogate mother, you see.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I took care of foals in case their parents… weren’t with us.”
“Oh.”
>You suppose it’s not that different from what she used to do
>Wait
“Does this mean you didn’t have babies of your own?”
>”...”
“Sugarcube?”
>You really don’t like the face she’s making
>Her eyes are pointing at you but it feels like she’s staring through you
“A-Are you alright? Did I say something I shouldn’t!?”
>”I– You didn’t say anything wrong. I just– I just remembered I needed to do something. Goodnight Annie!”
>She gives you a quick smooch on the forehead and leaves in a hurry

>>43491999
From what little I saw of the /spg/ threads they mostly posted cute pictures of ponies in made costumes and whatnot. Didn't read the greens though so I don't know if things actually got dark in there.

>>43493175
About ninety percent of /spg/ greens are white knight stories about Anon giving his slave waifu a good home.
Some greens are darker than others. There's an unfinished one called New Equestrian Railroad where, before Anon and Applejack save her, Dash has obviously been abused and raped by her former master.

>>43493231
I want to write a /spg/ green, that is one general that has escaped my trash for far too long. Of course since it's me, I don't think it'll be much of a white knight situation. It won't be some sob story either. Best if I keep my vague ideas to myself until something pops out and I get to annoy another batch of anons for X weeks/months.

>>43493231
>white knight stories about Anon giving his slave waifu a good home
I was going to say this is good because being nice to the ponies is good but then I reread
>About ninety percent
Some anons really need some flavor.

>>43493231
this one´s good, it´s the whiteknight sort, but is a little comedic
https://ponepaste.org/1754

>>43492808
What a terrible situation. Also, if Anon really wants to just buy Sugarcube panties so he won't have to worry about cleaning. All good and no fuss.

>>43493859
I feel like that would just create a new set of problems ltogether

Sally may have to wait for another night. Sometimes, it isn't only the mares that need things. If only that were the case.

>>43492058
Anon just letting these mares scent mark him is crazy. Boy have some self respect!!

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just know you're not leaving

>>43494783
Here's the thing. He isn't aware. Fringe is aware. Sally is aware. Mettle is aware.
What are they communicating? What does this imply?

I've been thinking on Sally. Been thinking a fair bit. A mare bit. Since I've been experimenting with certain things, I think I'll also experiment further with her story. You can argue whether or not she deserves it but I think it should happen.
That allure. Where does it come from, do you think? The violent outbursts aren't it. The emotional breaks aren't it. Is it the vulnerability? The willingness to go all in? Even if it is commendable, is it a good idea to be won over simply by a show of effort?

>>43495320
I’m honestly just here for the train wreck.

>>43495030
i've seen that comic with lil cheese ass the protagonist, really sad.
also that comic with rumble and the harmony tree is super hot

Bumpa

Sally is a nut. She's crazy in the coconut.

>>43496076
What does that mean?

>>43496100
That mare needs therapy.

>>43496115
She's gonna kill you.

>>43449731
How DARE you expose my wife like that

>>43496128
She's almost did.

>>43492808
>For the first time in a long while you are happy to go to work
>Because that means you don’t have to see ponies
>As you are anon and you need a break from ponies in general
>You enter your office and are immediately greeted by the sight of a pony on a desk
>Goddammit
>It’s a pegasus mare, working as a secretary
>You knew it was a matter of time before your company began to hire ponies but you didn’t think they would be this fast
>How long has it been since pony slavery ended?
>Some months?
>They sure jumped on the opportunity to get those DEI hires as soon as they could
>You sigh. You should have known better after all
>That’s what you get for living through history, you suppose
>Even though she’s naked she doesn’t look too out of place
>Mostly because of her dark blue coat and white streak in the middle loosely resemble a suit
>An employee ID is dangling from her neck
>Whatever, you can just lock yourself in your cubicle
>And so you do
>And for the first time in a long while you work overtime
>Your human coworkers leave and you’re now stuck in the office with your newly hired equine coworkers
>So much for escaping ponies
>You lose track of time and before you know it it’s already night time
>You’re sure Annie doesn’t mind that much, seeing that Sugarcube is with her
>You sure are hungry, though
>Walking to the vending machine you see the same pegasus secretary from the morning, also getting a snack
>Her ears perk up as you approach the machine
>”Oh, hi! My name is Light–”
>She clears her throat
>”My name is Lucy.”
“You have a human name?”
>The mare blushes a little
>”Well, no. But our boss doesn’t like my real name so he gave me this one instead. He said it’s more professional.”
>She shows you her employee ID by grabbing it with one of her wings
>You still need to crouch down due to the height difference however
>”Lucy” was written in big bold letters alongside a picture of her
>Just below, in barely legible letters was written something else
>”Real name: Light River”
>Huh
“Why are you working so late anyways?”
>”Our boss gave me a lot of paperwork to check. He said that this way I will learn very quickly. And you?”
“I kinda don’t want to go home just yet.”
>”Family problems?”
“It’s complicated.”
>”Well for what it’s worth I don’t mind the company! Honestly everything’s so exciting with me getting a fancy job in an office and having a salary and an employee ID! You know, just a year ago I never would have thought of even entering a place like this and…”
>She continues talking your ears off for a while
>You end up standing by the vending machine, unable to go back to your cubicle out of politeness
>She seems really excited to just be able to have a conversation with you
>Going back home doesn’t sound too bad now

>>43362906
>be deliciously faggot-green colored biped
>be anon
>it´s been a few weeks... actually more than a few of them
>whatever
>life has been good to you, you´re starting to feel at home here, in this magical place
>you´ve even made friends...
>yes, of course it´s the horny harpist that has a crush on you and a violently autistic obsession with your morphology and your species´ history...
>her roommate too, thank fuck Bonnie is normal about it. sure helps with keeping that minty sperg in check
>she´s been a bit calmer, probably recognizing that she needs to take it slow if she doesn´t want to spook you
>like she did when she winked in your face the first time you came over to her house...
>that was fucking weird
>yes it´s apparently called winking when the pussy gapes at you... makes for funny word play
>though it has been since made clear to you that you literally asked for it... and not in the rapey "her skirt´s too revealing" way either
>scratching and ´nibbling´ at the whithers and base of the mane is literally asking to fuck for horses
>the more you fucking know
>she still hits on you
>...a lot
>though it´s mostly just innuendos and general physical closeness
>rubs on your legs like a lonely cat constantly
>asks for pets and scratches too
>and you begrudgingly oblige. N-NOT BECAUSE YOU L-L-LIKE LYRA OR ANYTHING! BAKA!
>she is kinda cute, you do have to admit at least that much, and her sperginess is growing on you a bit... okay and you sometimes find yourself remembering that ´winking´ and being curious about it
>that´s all
>perfectly normal thoughts
>you wouldn´t a horse
>right?
>that´d be fucking weird.
>right?
>even if the horse talks?
>even if the horse is cute?
>petting her is okay right? you don´t do it because you want to, you´re just being nice, i mean, she doesn´t have hands and fingers to scratch herself with, helping her out costs you literally nothing.
>you don´t do it because she´s warm, and soft, and fuzzy, and fluffy... that´d be weird.
>right?

>>43449677
Get outta here ya rapey equine bitch, yer creepin' me out.

>>43497687
https://ponepaste.org/12125
ponepasted because i got lazy for so long the beginning of the green in no longer even archived
i´ll keep it up to date as i write

>>43497073
Dude needs some friends. I bet pony slavery still happens in other parts of the world.

>>43497689
Be careful Anon, "no" is the first stage of rape.

>>43498091
What’s the final step?

>>43497687
The Lyra green is back, hooray!

>>43497073
>”Oh my! We sure ended up having an extended break, haha! Oh well, back to working!”
>She finally goes back to her own cubicle
>You go back to working some more
>For about ten minutes exactly
>And then you pack up your things and leave
>Lucy (AKA Light River) waves at you goodbye as you leave your cubicle
>You could make a beeline to your house
>You could
>Instead you decide to take a detour to the liquor store
>You really shouldn’t, of course
>But you need to relax from everything that happened this weekend
>So you take the detour
>And grab three 24 oz. cans of beer
>”Is that all?” The cashier asks
>Before you reply you remember what you promised to Sugarcube
>And by extension you also remember the why you made that promise
>Your mood is ruined now
“Actually, I’ll just take two.”
>You promised to drink less, not stop drinking altogether
>Part of you still feels guilty to go back to drinking that quickly
>That part is soon silenced once you downed the two cans
>You sigh
>You needed this
>It feels that if just for a moment everything will be alright
>It takes all of your willpower to not go back to the liquor store and buy more beer
>You still want to dine with Annie after all
>Going back to your house you open the door and are greeted by the smell of tomato soup
>You did forget how nice it feels to have a warm meal
>Annie happily waves at you
>You smile without even noticing it
“Sorry for being late, sweetheart. I ended up working overtime.”
>Your spirits were lifted and you briefly wondered why you avoided your home
>And then you remembered why when you saw her in the kitchen
>That funnily shaped white void that was staring at you
>She smiled at you politely, though her eyes didn’t lie
>In her eyes were feelings that didn’t belong in a happy home
>In an instant all the warmth you felt around you disappeared
>You hid what you were feeling, the same way you hid the fact that you were tipsy
>And so, you had dinner with family
>Some shredded chicken was prepared to go along with the soup, though it was in a different pot
>An accommodation you didn’t mind all that much, surprisingly
>This time around Annie asked you to read her a bedtime story this time around
>It felt like a victory and so you happily obliged
>For just a brief moment it felt like you were back in the past, when your life wasn’t turned upside down
>After she fell asleep you sat on the living room couch while Sugarcube took care of the dishes
>You picked up the tv remote and searched for any movie that caught your attention until you found one that pleased you
>Then you saw her approaching you
>Did she notice that you drank before getting here?
>Was she going to confront you about it?
>What would you even feel if she did? Anger? Shame?
>”M-May I?” She said while pointing at the tv
>You blink a few times
“Sure.”
>She nodded and sat at the opposite end of the couch
>And no words were spoken for the rest of the movie