>>43468043
>No, that's a lie. You SENT her to do that because the doting is being compounded by her silly guilt over being in on that surprise party...
>Okay, you poked at it a bit cuz you're still mad at her lying about having a paying job.
>Point is you sent her off for mutual health and safety.
>Rainbow Dash actually tried to stick around, but you told her to just rest and go help Derpy with her bed tomorrow.
>Had to tell her THREE FUCKIN TIMES but it did eventually stick
>Mission accomplished, you're alone in the ER and you're lowest priority.
>Fuckin' hell
>Magazines, let's see-
>Oh thank FUCK you still have feeling in your horn. Okay-
>Chewing the Cud? Maybe. Give you something to talk about with the cows.
>Mare's World? Eh, nah, too much traditional femininity for your liking, but- oooh, new potato soup recipe?
>Gah! No, don't tempt yourself! Potato bad for babbo! Even if she did literally kick the shit out of you!
>
>Chewing the Cud it is! Oh shit they're making a Daring Do movie? Cool.

>Trixie rejoins you a few minutes before they call you back
>A very red-eyed Redheart, joined by a unicorn doctor you don't recognize, run a bunch of scans.
>You're mostly fine. Baby's healthier than she has any right to be and you need some bedrest and...
"Flylenol? I usually just chew on willow bark or something..."
>Redheart turns around, a bottle of pills with an overly-muscled flexing filly mascot in her mouth. "Please tell me you haven't been taking any form of aspirin..."
"Wha? No, not in the last few months, well, I took some right after getting home from the spa but... No, doctor, I haven't been taking blood thinners with the baby."
>"Okay. Good. Continue not doing that, use these instead."

>Twilight's waiting for you. Cleaned up, and with some kind of medical thingy on her horn, saddlebags bulging with whatever they prescribed her.
>Shuffling around under the weight of an awkward question, it seems.
"Come on- out with it."
>"Eh, could I stay at your place tonight? Before you ask, yes this is about the orphanage, and despite my ulterior motive I believe I could be of assistance when you-"
"Yeah, great, just one problem: what about Spike?"
>"Um... Can't he stay there too?"
"Uh, he's not in the car, isn't he.. at... the..."
>"We forgot Spike at the chapel!"
"We forgot Spike at the chapel."

Fin for now

>>43468062
All's well that ends well and.. OH SPIKE!

>>43468091
Yep. But like there is an Anonstallion thread There shall be an Anonmare thread as well! Anonfilly as well of course, but yeah /PTG/ is more general purpose last I remember. Could post in there for all of the above but eh sometimes you just want to be specific. Though if we get smaller we'll probably all have to join together.

>https://ponepaste.org/11999
Updated the paste :D Thinking I might move stuff around, maybe cut the POV orphanage stuff into part 1 of what leads into the series premiere, replace it with something more in-line with the episode's short cutie mark stories so we don't have nearly an entire thread's worth of flashback posts separating the slice of life act 1 from the escalating demon bullshit
>>43468219
It's not an Anonpony thread if we don't have the wannabe thread cop posting the copypasta

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>>43468244
>It's not an Anonpony thread if we don't have the wannabe thread cop posting the copypasta
Hey, at least he's bumping the thread.

>>43468296
Not only that, he's upholding a sacred tradition of shitposting. It's the champagne bottle smashed against the hull of our collective retardation.

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>>43468296
>>43468309
Honestly true. A bump n a shitpost.. I hope they come back again later, they probably will.

pre bed
>>43468409
That gif could lure me into a bug zapper

>>43468296
CUTE MARE!

>>43468052
where do the marbles from after all? magic?

>>43469851
It's A Secret™

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>>43468309
Speaking of tradition, posting Anonmare's loving family for good luck.

>>43470129
A mare secret?!

>>43468062
Congrats for finishing another massive green. The orphanage backstory part was my favorite, comfy, slow, just day to day life in the pony world. Anon experiencing her new life bit by bit and making friends.
By now I know this is how you write, but again - some sections could've been skipped or compressed and nothing of value would be lost IMO.
I think this could actually be the first story I've read where Cheerilee plays any significant role. I love this about horse fanfiction, authors taking background characters and giving them backstory and personality. Still can't believe a former psych ward patient would be allowed to take care of children, but I guess that's Equestria for ya. I hope their friendship will be rebuilt after recent events.
I'm getting kind of tired of the frequent use of Remmie and guns. Equestria is an utopia precisely because it's quiet, pure and safe, so cars and guns kinda break the immersion. Does Trixie really need to carry a gun at all times? It's your story so do whatever you like, it just feels wrong to me.

>>43470630
Yeah I did kinda realize guns are a crutch, that's why HE only got staggered once and the rest was up to the resident max level cleric.
I kinda disagree with Equestria being a utopia; I understand why you think that but also there's so many things that can kill you or steal your soul or whatever, just casually laying around. The dangers persist and that makes the persistence of the mares more beautiful.
Trixie only has a few bullets left (Anon had like one box of .45 in the car) and Anon can't make any more (gunpowder is easy, primers are basically impossible to make by hand) so Anon will eventually be stuck using a muzzleloader or a crossbow.

For lore reference since I dunno how to organically put this in without Anon just reading it out of a book, guns are pretty uncommon for multiple reasons. Griffons love them and every race has artillery and emplaced weapons to some degree, but ponies have a lot of trouble using them and a unicorn who expects a fight tends to have a lot more options anyway. Even the Apples only had theirs as a deterrent and to scare off animals.
(Yes I know Pelinal Whiteyak let Mayor Mare go because *her ancestor* stopped the griffons from getting muskets for several centuries. Dude was meant to be a straight ripoff of Pelinal from TES, i.e. he's from the distant past but also kind of out of time and place)

Sorry/not sorry about Remmie though, she was meant to be the way Anon (and twiggy and rara and probably Flutters) can get to places in the timespan the show implies despite them being out of shape, slow, and too scared to use their own built-in fast travel, and I love when vehicles end up being characters in their own right (with or without being haunted). Like, sorry Faust, I don't really believe Twilight and co. can dead sprint to the badlands, nonstop, in like an hour. That means either your world is tiny or ponies have absurd capabilities.

Cheerilee was originally just a throwaway line but I couldn't not expand on it. I had originally meant for her to be lowkey psycho and have gotten off on some technicality or family friend but that just. didn't feel right. at all.

Anyway, playin the new star wars xcom but will start on FiM 101/102 in the next day or two, thanks for reading there will be more weird sexual escapades and plenty of slice of life.

>>43470606
Mare-be it's natural, mare-be it's mare-belline

>>43470630
Remmie is best car waifu

Bedpost

>>43471435
To get oral from a car you have to stick it in the gas tank

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>Be Anonyoungmare
>Fresh outta the orphanage.
>Well, that implies you can't go back, which isn't true, but you are old enough to fuck off in any direction
>Which you have not done yet, since you're waiting on a place to live.
>The newly elected Mayor Mare comes and gets you one Thursday evening, Fluttershy in tow.
>Right, Flutters also lived in a cute little tree-house.
>Yep. That's Flutters. Lanky, future supermodel, possible animal fornicator. She detects your big tit energy and immediately eeps into the background.
>Looks a little bruised, too. Makes sense since she hit a cloud of butterflies at terminal velocity.
>Nasty things, those butterflies.
>Right, time to go land speculating?

>"Now, ladies-" The mayor speaks clearly, confidently, but without the arrogance you expect from politicians. "It would be remiss of me not to remind you- there's a reason land on the outskirts is so cheap. First and foremost, of course, the simple danger of being near the Everfree-"
>>"Oh, I'm sure I won't mind being so close to nature." Fluttershy half-mumbles while staring in awe at a pair of big tits fucking on a branch.
>"Yes, you both seem to have, ah, 'it' or I honestly wouldn't be entertaining this. Now- the second reason... might be more pertinent..."
>She trails off, possibly embarrassed?
"Uh, utility lines?"
>"Y-yes! Can't guarantee you'll have access to city water or power, are you both CERTAIN you can 'rough it' as they say?"
>Fluttershy mumbles incoherently, her eye drawn to a fox swallowing an entire family of moles like a snake. You cannot tell if she's scared, academically fascinated...
>..aroused?
>Please no
>Ahem. "Ladies?"
"Oh, yeah, the nuns make sure we all know how to forage and survive without tap water. Melilot basically runs an unlicensed Filly Guides troop."
>"Ha. Gonna pretend I didn't hear that, for her sake... and mine..."
>>"I, um, grew up in Cloudsdale, so, um, I think I can.. probably deal with my own water, if that's okay."
>Mayor Mare sees right through Flutters, isn't fooled even for a second. "Uh huh. Well, just to do my due diligence, let's make sure you have a well dug..."

>Apples ahoy!
>It's been a couple months. Moons. Whatever.
>You did odd jobs for a while, mostly keeping their backlog of cow work from turning into a lawsuit or migration, but when Applejack finally made it home it was pretty clear they needed to be alone.
>Now, they seem to have their shit together, at least enough to be presentable when the Mayor needs work done.
>Granny Smith and the baby are dressed up in weird, gaudy druid robes with bunny ears and there's a cart full of pots and pans nearby.
>Big Mac and a few cousins (you assume) have their own cart of building supplies. Windows, floorboards, essential furniture, pipes and whatnot.
>And Applejack? Equally lanky and very sad.
>Your first thought is to ask if she's ready to work, but no-
>Farmer's pride and all. That's the last thing she wants to hear from you.

>>43472622
Stop posting dog shit.

>>43472633
I see that the troll is back, as usual ignore him.

>>43472622
>Oh damn, she's wearing the iconic tragedy hat. Looked so natural on her it didn't even register for a sec.
"Uh, you wear your dad's hat pretty well. He'd be proud."
>What the fuck is wrong with you?
>"Ah like ta think so.. jus' wish he'd handed down the hat proper-like, instead of..."
>>"Alright, lil fillies, enough with th' pleasantries, we gots lotsa hoofin' and workin' today." Granny starts bunny hopping down the road, away from town.
>She doesn't wait up, so y'all better move your asses.
>Task failed successfully?
>You're so relieved you almost fail to notice Mooriel taking up the rear of your real estate tour
>Mayor Mare rushes ahead at the last second, turning to address everyone, not just you and Flutters.
>"Now, don't take this as any kind of accusation, but you HAVE discussed payment, yes?"
>>"O-oh, no, I thought- but you said the land was-" Flutters says between sudden bouts of flop sweat.
>"Untaxable as-is, and therefore free in every way that matters. Correct. That is not what I'm getting at-" Mayor Mare turns to Granny Smith, "-Miss Apple, I have a responsibility to this town's economic health, it would be wrong of me to let you work for free, especially on a pair of immigrants I more or less encouraged to move here."
>>>"Ohhh, don't yew worry none, Miss Mayor- and call me Granny Smith, everypony does. No relation, he he."
>There's an ever so slight edge to Granny's voice, like 'hey fucker don't assume we're too dumb to ask for payment.'
>Mayor Mare winces a little, clearly getting the message as Granny continues.
>>>"Anon here's been a real help lately, during our time of mourning. Been payin' her fair, but, uh, not quite *good* so... Well, this is the least we can do."
>"And, Miss Fluttershy?"
>>>"Oh, she helped us find Winona a week or so ago... And took care of the chickens.... Forest critters seem t'like her too, way ah see it she'll be paying off big for everypony." Granny Smith glares at Mayor Mare, "Good enough?"
>Mare sweats a little but gets her composure back quickly. "Y-yes, of course."

>Past Sweet Apple Acres, past a few twists and turns, you find the little brook in the woods
>As was ordained, Fluttershy immediately falls in love with the area and starts making noises in the vein of 'ooh right here right here-'
>Except that's way too enthusiastic, but you get the idea
>Mayor Mare gives the area a once-over, probably running down an OSHA checklist in her mind, before nodding.
>Granny Smith has the pots and pans ready, bringing them together for the first gong of whatever weird little song and dance they're doing-
>"Now h-o-o-old on just a second." Mooriel's voice sends Granny to a sudden stop, the expected clang of pans becoming a soft, flaccid 'tink.'
>"Thank yo-o-ou." Mooriel turns her giant head towards Fluttershy. "You s-u-u-re this is the place for yo-o-u? There's a couple spots a little ways from here, they're gettin' tunnels dug. But not here- that brook's real cute but we can't-"

43472633
I know a shartynigger when I see one
>>43472699
>She stops herself, a slight flash of panic on her face, before correcting herself. "That is, we, me an' the girls, well the lineponies chatter a lot, they can't dig here, least not in th' fo-o-orseeable future. The brook gets in the way, an' theres a lotta registered animal nests, it'll take decades to sort out a solution. Er, so I've heard..." You note that her eyes dart around suspiciously, but whatever.
>She probably screws a few of the lineponies and doesn't want a reputation, yeah, that's obviously it
>The Apples make no effort to question her, either. Probably don't want to be pissing off an important tenant by prying.
>Fluttershy, on the other hoof, is more alive than you'd ever expect to see her. "OH YES YES YES YOU HAD MY ATTENTION BUT NOW YOU HAVE MY ENTHUSIASM! PLSPLSPLSPLSPLS-"
>She runs off, sticking her nose into all manner of bunny burrow and weasel warren and one extremely wide foxhole which, you guess, is very temporarily a molehill. Least until the fox sleeps them off.
>The responsible adults all look around, shrug, and get to work

>Pots are rattled and smashed like drums, a pony just on the edge of being Really Fucking Old bounces around like a newborn brat-
>The stallions hauling the tools and wood start bouncing side-to-side on their hind legs, singing some eekum-bokum type shit while sparks dance up from wherever their hooves touch the ground
>It's chaos and it hurts your ears but it eventually reconciles into something vaguely like Gaelic chanting-
>And at the end of this shit, a timber wolf (!!!!!) runs out of the woods with a tree cottage in its mouth, like a dog playing fetch.
>"Good girl, now, drop it!" Granny Smith puffs up her chest. "Ah said, drop it missy!"
>She gives it a few more seconds, then beats her cast iron pans together. "DROP DROP DROP! GO ON NOW!"
>The wolf yelps, twists its head a perfect 90 degrees and sets the cottage frame down on its roots, which immediately begin worming into the earth and the slight wilting in the leaves turns to fresh, deep green.
>"Good girl! Catch!" Granny pulls a live rooster out of the pot cart, holding it to the ground like a football for Applejack to buck right into the wolf's mouth. "Don't go too far, we'll be needin' ya again!"
>The wolf barks cheerfully and seems to fade into the treeline as it leaves. The stallions all come down from their freaky dance high and get to work.
"Alright, well, anything I can do for, uh, finishing it?"
>>Big Mac mutters through some nails in his mouth as the other boys start dragging in a hearthstone and some washbasins. "Hm? Nah, we got this. No offense, but ain't a good idea t'introduce unicorn magic so soon after planting."
"Eh, no skin off my ass, you know better than me."

>>43472622
DTAnon never sleeps. Off to the new adventure, yay!

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>>43472786
>DTAnon never sleeps
Ha ha, yeah....

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>>43472622
Damn, new green already?

>>43473325
It's kind of new, kind of a direct continuation of the orphanage story that'll time skip around into S1-E01, but yeah. I'm an autistic fuckwad who daydreams too much.
Doesn't hurt that the parts that follow canon are insanely easy to write- we know Fluttershy immediately moves in when she falls out of Cloudsdale so just connect that to previously established lore and boom I'm vomiting words again.

>>43472706
The blessed green continues!

bed bump

>>43473933
>Bumping on the bed
L-lewd

>>43472945
mare smoking a ciggy

Postbed

>>43474366
Perhaps a fag, even

>>43475702
The ass was fat, indeed

>>43476456
Outwardly, Twilight's grumpy about Anon's slovenly disregard for her own health
Inwardly, Twilight's grumpy that she didn't share