>>43511558
>>43503934 This is Blondie's last entry on Sally.
>>43501700 This is Sugarcube's last entry.
>>43497687 This is BugButt's last entry on Bugnigger Lyra Green.
Three greens for one thread, all fresh. Can (You) believe it? From 0 to hero, we have a returning writeman and stunning fresh talent running haywire.

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>>43511558
I'd let Pinkamena ruin me!

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>>43511558
>mentally unwell mares
Is this my sign to finally write a Screwloose green?

>>43511571
You're Celestia damned right it's a sign. This thread is the starting renaissance of nutjobs and adorable headcases. Very few threads have so much fire rising at once in terms of stories. Let that flame temper your soul and allow you to melt through that flimsy shell. Show us her story.

>>43511563
Love all them greens. Wish the slide threads wouldn't murder this one.

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>>43511558
My wife btw

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>>43511571
What is it about crazy mares with this specific mouth model that I find so cute?

>>43511755
It makes me want to hold her down and brush her teeth

>>43511571
please

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>>43511760
Teeth brushing you say?

>>43511563
WRONG! This is Sugarcube's last entry: >>43503755

>>43503755
>”So anon, what’s your family like? Did things get patched up?”
“No.”
>”Oh.”
>...
“Not quite, I mean. As I said, it's complicated.”
>You are anon
>And you are quickly finding out that your equine coworker is more talkative than you’d like
>She has left her desk for a while and is now hovering next to your cubicle
>You can hear the fluttering of her wings
>”So, may I ask what those “family problems” are?”
“They are none of your business, that’s for sure.”
>You don’t need to take your eyes off the screen to know that your response hurt her
>”F-Fair. I’m not annoying you too much, am I?”
>Yes
“No.”
>”Alright! Just wanted to make sure, haha. It just feels nice to have a coworker I can talk to without-”
“Don’t you have work to do yourself?”
>”Oh, I actually decided to call it quits for the day a while ago. I just felt like keeping you company before you left.”
>Oh how kind of her
“Very nice of you, but don’t you have a home to go to?”
>...
”Lucy?”
>”I´m… kinda *mumble* *mumble*”
>You raise your eyebrow
“I didn’t hear that last part.”
>”I said that I’m still living at my assigned complex…”
>She sounds very embarrassed
>Oh. Right.
>Of course she’d be living in one of those
“So, living in one of those pony shelters?”
>”Pony Social Integration Complexes or PSICs for short! NOT “Pony shelters”! Get it right!”
>You flinch a little at her sudden yell
>THAT gets on her nerves of all things?
“Right, PSICs. My bad. I take it that it’s not a pleasant place to live in?”
>”Oh, you have no idea. I prefer not to talk about it but it’s so cramped and filthy and HOT! I just can’t wait to rent an apartment with some pony roomies and finally leave!”
>As if to emphasize her point “Lucy” blows a raspberry
>You went to one of those complexes when you were looking for a nanny
>You only saw the lobby and some offices there but never got to see their actual living conditions
>But you do have an idea
>After all, those complexes are just a bandaid solution to deal with the sudden influx of “free citizens”
>They were all buildings decades older than you that were hastily remodeled and repurposed into living quarters
>You're pretty sure that the complex Sugarcube lived in used to be an abandoned hotel
>Thinking about it some more there is a good chance that “Lucy” and Sugarcube used to live in the same place
>You’re not sure how to feel about that
>”Lucy”’s voice snaps you back to reality
>”Say anon, you wouldn’t happen to know any ponies that are looking for a place to stay?”
“Not really, no.”
>”What a shame. Oh well, I guess I’ll be on the lookout for roommates then.”
>You look at the hour
>It is getting pretty late
“I think I’ll be clocking out for the night. See you tomorrow.”

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>>43511782
I think I'll stay back and boop this one instead

>>43511830
>”Guess I’ll get going too. Lead the way anon!”
>You sigh
>There really is no getting rid of her
>You quickly turn off the PC and begin to head out
>”Lucy” follows closely behind you, making a small stop at her desk to put on a pair of rather sizable saddlebags that still allow her to use her wings
“What are you carrying in those things?”
>”My personal belongings. Feels icky to leave them alone at the complex so I bring them with me.”
>You raise an eyebrow
“All of your–”
>”All of my personal belongings, yes. It’s not THAT heavy. Plus it’s not like I am carrying them constantly in the office.”
>That’s just plain sad
>You're reminded that Sugarcube’s salary is below minimum wage
>And you’re reminded of how your wife would have chewed you out from the get go had she been alive to see the terms of her contract
>She really cared too much about the well-being of ponies
>The well-being of everyone in general
>She was too kind for this world
>And you?
>You aren’t
>A feeling of guilt begins to overwhelm you
>You want it to stop
>”Anon? You alright?
>”Lucy” looks at you concerned
“Lucy?”
>”Yes?”
“I was wondering if…”
>Does she even like being called Lucy?
“I was wondering if you’d want me to call you by your real name?”
>She looks at you a bit dumbfounded
>Then really happy
>”I-I would like that, yes!”
“Alright…”
>You squint your eyes at her employee ID, trying to read her real name in it
>”Light River.”
“Light River. Yeah.”
>The guilt hasn’t gone yet
>You look at your watch and realize there’s no way you’re getting home before before Annie goes to sleep
“So, Light. Wanna go somewhere to eat? My treat.”
>”R-Really!?”
>You hesitantly nod
>The guilt is starting to disappear for now
>”YES! I-I mean, sure!”
>You two exit the building and you can see your car in the distance
“Alright, let’s go for a drive then.”
>She nods and canters over to your car once you unlock it
>As you get it started she takes off her saddlebags and places them on the backseat before sitting next to you
>She looked a bit a cute with her seatbelt on, though you’re not sure how effective it would be at protecting her if you were to crash
>You are also reminded at the fact that she’s naked and her crotch is likely rubbing against the seat
>Goddammit. That’s another seat you need to clean one of these days

>>43511818
Oh shit brother, my mistake.

>>43511860
It's alright, don't worry

>>43504264
He used to be around in the house more often before getting Sugarcube. It's just that her very presence enables his more deadbeat traits.

>>43511558
Lads...I need this pony to RAPE me.

>>43511853
>After driving around for a while you wind up in a small restaurant specialized in salads
>Light River seems more enthusiastic about her meal than you, for obvious reasons
>Even if it’s not the fanciest place in the world it’s somewhat cozy
“Hey, Light.”
>She pulls her muzzle out of the bowl for a second
>Small chunks of vegetables are still stuck to it and a couple have somehow landed on her short, black mane
>”Yeah?”
“I was wondering something about pony biology.”
>”Ask away.”
“First off, how do you type on a keyboard with your wings?”
>”Because my wings are magical, of course! That’s what allows me to use my feathers like fingers.”
>...
>”You look really disappointed."
“Honestly I don’t know what I expected, that’s on me. Anyways, second question.”
>”Uh-huh?”
“So, I… met a pony that has one of those uh… “Cutie-marks”? and I was wondering why you don’t have one.”
>”You know a pony with a cutie-mark!?”
“Is that a big deal or something?”
>”Well yeah. I mean, technically not, or rather it shouldn’t be.”
“Explain.”
>”Well cutie-marks pretty much appear when you’re really, REALLY sure about your calling in life or what you’re passionate about. It is said that back in Equestria my ancestors used to get theirs when they were foals”
“So why don’t you have one?”
>”Hmph, I’ll let you know that most ponies nowadays haven’t earned theirs.”
“And that’s because?”
>She begins to take a deep breath
>For the second time today she looks genuinely annoyed at you
>”Anon, you’re smarter than this. Take a guess as to why most ponies haven’t had their chance to find their calling in life.”
>...
>Oh
“Sorry for bringing that up. Hopefully you find it soon enough.”
>”Thanks. Any more questions?”
“Hm… Some time ago I used to frequent flower shops and several had these signs saying that they were safe for ponies. What’s the deal with that?”
>”Flowers are edible to us. It’s just that you humans tend to use pesticides when growing them and since flowers absorb those… Well, you get the idea. The “safe for ponies” signs just mean they are pesticide free.”
“I see.”
>That gives you an idea, actually
“I think that’s all I wanted to ask. Thanks.”
>”No problem! Also, I really like dandelions if you are curious.”
>She winks at you
>You sigh
“I’ll… keep that in mind.”

>>43511830
At least they are being called stables where they keep her.

>>43512303
I don't think she'll find her cutie mark in a cubical.

>>43512303
You are a monster with this pace. You sure you're a new writer? I can feel that fire burning you up from here.

>>43511924
She will deny your request.

>>43513084
What if she doesn't?

>Rarity asks you to get hair samples of her new infatuation.
The things you do to get fresh underwear in Equestria.

>>43512303
>You are finally heading home at last
>Light River took her saddlebags from your car once you two were done eating and she flew away into the night sky
>You felt a little jealous. Flying does seem really fun
>Way more fuel efficient than driving around
>In your left hand you are holding a cardboard box containing twelve roses
>Edible roses that is. For ponies at least
>They are neatly packed packed together and most of the stem has been trimmed off so little more than the rosebuds remain
>It wasn’t particularly cheap so this better be worth it
>You unlock the door and enter your house
>Most of the lights were turned off
>But there was sound inside, coming from the living room
>The sound of someone talking on the tv with music in the background
>And there, illuminated only by the glow of the tv you could see Sugarcube sitting on the couch
>”Most people have given up on finding the reason behind the blinding lights that arrived that day or why they decided to take away–”
>The sound from the tv suddenly stops as she turns to look towards you
>”H-Hi sir! I hope you don’t mind me watching tv. The dinner is already in the fridge.”
“It’s alright. I had dinner with a coworker.”
>”Is that so?”
>You get closer to the couch and you can see her tensing up
“Hey, I… I wanted to give you something.”
>You show her the box of roses
“Don’t take it the wrong way. They’re the edible kind.”
>You can’t bear to look at her right now
>So you don’t
>For what feels like an eternity you hold the box in front of her, until you see a faint light in your peripheral vision
>You let go off the box, but you never hear it hitting the ground
>”... Why?”
>You have never heard someone so confused in your life
“I still feel guilty for… you know… I know it doesn’t fix things, but I hope this helps in showing I regret it.”
>”T-Thank you.”
>You fully direct your gaze to the tv
>It’s showing recorded footage from what must be centuries ago
“What are you watching?”
>”It’s a documentary about pony history in the human world.”
“M-May I?”
>You still can’t bear to look at her
>”S-Sure.”
>You take a seat on the couch and scoot over to the opposite side
>Sugarcube grabs the remote with her magic and the documentary continues playing
>”-A fraction of the world population at the time and give in return what we would end up referring to as Equestrian ponies. All we know is that this exchange was inequitable when it came to raw numbers. Societies across the world, who were just beginning to rebuild themselves soon found themselves on the brink of collapse once again…
“Say, you do like roses, right?”
>”I’ve never been able to try them to be honest.”
>You can hear the sound of Sugarcube opening the box
>You muster up the courage to briefly glance as she takes a bite out of the first rosebud the same way one would bite a bonbon
“So?”
>”It tastes really good.”

>>43514028
One small step to not being angry man. We may have hope.

>>43511575
>Show us her story.
Oh fuck, um, how about
>Be Anon
>Be waking up
>Fuck's sake, the sun isn't even up yet
>That damn barking woke you up
>Again
>You have to give that dog's owner a piece of your mind one of these days
>Already awake, might as well start your day with the usual
>Shit
>Shower
>Shave
>Schlep to Sugarcube Corner
>Pinkie's ready with your morning coffee and chocolate eclair
>"Early worm for the early bird!"
"Thanks." You say as you take a sip of your coffee
>Splash of cream and a spoonful of sugar
>She knows how you like it
>"Oh, hey, Nonny! I was wondering if-"
>The front door swings closed behind you before you can hear the rest of her sentence
>The eclair is gone halfway to the hospital and the coffee is as good as when you clock in
>Early
>Again
>"Up and at 'em as always!" Nurse Sweetheart praises as always
>You head straight for your office
>That's what you like to call the janitor's closet
>Pull out your janny cart and toss your cup into the empty bag of the attached bin
>Time to do your rounds

>>43514411
Well, go on.

>>43514411
You're no one post ghost, anon. You got it.

>>43514108
Is it real hope?

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>>43497687
>be embodiment of menthol and string instruments
>be Loira
>the human colt has been warming up to you a little
>sure, you did spook him a bit after that misunderstanding with the nibbles at your withers
>but he still seems like he´s into you, if taking it a little slower
>surely he loves you, he´s head over heels, just think of how he lets you have those deliciously dexterous hands of his any time you ask
>the way he tenderly rubs you and runs those slutty fingers of his through your coat and mane
>just thinking of what else they can do
>UNF!
>shouldn´t rush him too much, he´s a shy one
>as agonizing as it is, you have to keep it slow
>he gives you attention, he touches you, takes you to sugarcube corner, lets you lean into him while you read together on a park bench
>it´s not enough
>so desperately not enough
>you crave more
>that tubby sow of a mare still bothers him
>you ache for the day you can finally snatch him up so he can escape that egg-headed canterlot reject
>for Celestia´s sake, they sleep under the same roof
>it´s starting to bother you more and more
>he´s getting friendly with the resident party pony too, she keeps asking him personal questions
>that weird butter colored 30-years-too-young-cat-mare living near the everfree has been getting hoofsie with your anon too
>that´s a dangerous one that one, the last time you saw her infringing on your colt she wasn´t even whispering... and you´re doubtful this one in particular would have any qualms about fucking non-ponies
>yes, you´ve heard the rumors, as has everyone in ponyville
>´huh is she always so quiet because she knows we know?´
>no matter that
>there´s too many mares in your sugarcube´s life
>all while there´s clearly supposed to be only one
>...okay maybe you too Bonnie, dykes are okay i suppose
>"You okay there, Mints? we got our order, come on."
>he´s already next to a windowside booth waiting for you to join him
>you zoned out again
>you´ve been doing that a lot, all these new mares Anonymous has been talking to, and that have been talking to him, it´s getting to you
>you can´t tell him that, you can´t reprimand him for it, you can´t do anything about the mares either, not yet at least
>the punchcake and coffe look as appetizing as ever
"sorry, Non. I guess i´ve just been thinking a lot lately" you say with a flutter of your eyelashes
>he raises an eyebrow
>"you need to talk?"
"No, not yet anyway, everything has it´s own time, stud"
>"sure thing, mints... hey is it just me or does the punchcake carry more of a punch today than usual?"
>colts and their silly jokes
"hahaha, punch... that´s an understatement of the century, it´s absolutely sopping wet with rum"
>"thinking of it, Pinkie said that she´d be shuffled for more back of the house work yesterday didn´t she?"
>this colt needs to be put back in his place
"how gentlecoltly of you to remember"
>"what?"
>"is this the part where you get grumpy about me talking to other mares again?"

>>43515350
Lyra, don't blow it already!

>>43511558
Damn I have a dirty mind, I thought the text was something else pinkie was rubbing with her hooves.

I need more none sexual stuff

>>43515561
Are you sue that is what you need?

Where are we taking Sally on our first date?

>The clerk is eyeing the bills you gave him
>"Is this some kind of joke?"
"The map costs two dollars, right?"
>He glares at you even more annoyed than before
>"Two BITS! I don't know where you got this made up currency but unless you have real money I'll have to ask you to leave."
"I-"
>"I'll pay it for her, sir!"
>Looking over at your side you see the prettiest unicorn mare you have seen in your entire life
>She pulls out two golden coins from her saddlebag and gives them to the store clerk
>Your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets at the sight
>Soon enough that same mare is handing you the map
"T-Thank you miss."
>"No problem darling. Though if I may ask, how did you get in here?"
"I don't know. I was sleeping at my PSIC and when I woke up I was here!"
>She looks at you confused
>"PSIC"
"Pony Social Integration Complex? The place we're assigned to?"
>"I don't really know what you are talking about, darling."
>You look through the window
>Ponies are happily walking through the streets with no humans in sight
>Matter of fact you haven't seen any human since you woke up
"Where... Where are we?"
>"We're in Manehattan"
"No that's not what I-"
>You take a deep breath
"Is... Are we in Equestria?"
>"Yes? Why wouldn't we be?"
>You're in Equestria
>You're home
>"Are you alright Darling? You're tearing up"
>Tears can't stop flowing
>You're home!
"I-... I was on earth... I didn't... I-"
>The mare gives pats you on the back
>You're home
>"I may not know what that "earth" is darling, but you seem like you've been through a lot. I was visiting one of my boutiques in here but there was this cafe I wanted to check out. How about you come with me? My treat."
"I... I would like that, yeah. Thank you so much miss."
>"Call me Rarity. And your name is?"
"Light River."
>The two of you exit the store and take a taxi which for some reason was a carriage instead of a car
>Just as you were about to reach the cafe the carriage passes a bump on the road
>Everything goes black in an instant
>You wake up back at the complex
>It seems that one of your "roommates" kicked you in the rump by accident
>You sigh
>That was such a nice dream

>>43516510
Inception scenario?

>>43516291
Oh boy. Is that capable of going well?

>>43516533
This is not canon for the Sugarcube green. Just an elaborate way to bump up the thread

Bump

>>43516603
The dream might be canon. But she is never going home.

>>43503934
>"So... Mr. Boyfriend."
>Sally speaks up after a few more episodes of Scooby Doo
>Your mix of sitting and laying has evolved into a full on cuddle session
>It's nice
>She hasn't tried to do anything weird
>Both of your hands have been on her
>One has been brushing the top and side of her mane
>The other has been on her shoulder
>You don't know why
>Her hair isn't that soft
>It feels a little on the coarse side
>Maybe that is why it maintains it's shape so easily?
"What's up, Ms. Girlfriend?"
>It sounds a little sophomoric, doesn't it?
>But it's nice
>"Eheh. That's a pretty great name."
"Thank you."
>"You have your group in two days. Then you have another flight weekend after next. Right?"
>Do you?
>You could check but you just shrug
"You remember my schedule better than I ever could. That sounds about right."
>"Can I come with you?"
"To what?"
>"Both."
"Iiiii don't know about that."
>"I looked it up and they allow loved ones."
"Really?"
>"Yeah."
"Oh. I never saw anyone show up with family."
>Your absent-minded answers are honest
>It isn't like you're saying something wrong
>"So can I?"
>You wait before answering
>Only a few know what you do for work
>None of them know anything about your relationship status or history
>"Can I?"
>You've been going long enough
>Should you care what they think?
>"Can I Mr. Boyfriend?"
>Do you really want to be known as the Equestrian Fucker?
>"Anon!"
>Her sharp bark makes you snap back
"I."
>You shake your head and hold her shoulder
"Yeah. Yeah, you can."
>"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
>"...Why did you take so long to answer?"
>As sharp as ever
>Razor sharp
"Because I'm not sure how their perception of me will change."
>"Because you're dating an Equestrian?"
"Because I'm dating an Equestrian that felt compelled to find me after listening to my professional work."
>"That's a glowing review, right?"
"It could also be seen as ethical. Or predatory."
>"It's ok. I'll simply tell them I'm the predator."
"That doesn't help any."
>She's kinda making light of it
>You are too
>But it's still a very real issue
>She and Fringe talking about how they may sink your career has done little to endear you to the topic
"Do you know why I worry that way?"
>"Yeah... I do."
>Silly question to ask, isn't it?
"How did your parents handle it?"
>"Well he never went to AA."
>You can't comment on that
>"They loved each other. More than anything else. They called him a horse fucker. A zoophile. He lost a job because she visited once and they said some things someone didn't like."
"Canned by HR for that?"
>"No, not HR."
>She nuzzles your thigh
>First time she moved beyond her mouth is over an hour
>"Someone kicked at mom and he went ballistic. She insists she didn't get hurt but medical report said she did."
"You read that?"
>"No. One day she just told me that she lied about it so she wouldn't scare me."
"How old were you?"
>"I don't remember."
>What a horrifying situation

Not just enough to fall asleep while writing but apparently dealing with another range ban

>>43517223
Who would kick a cute little pony?

>>43517510
Lot of people.

Yandere successfully talks you into relationship. What is the worst change to your personal life?

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>>43518021
>What is the worst change to your personal life?
Gee, I dunno. Probably the whole kidnapping and cannibalizing random ponies thing.

>>43511558
Ponified EqG requested.

>>43516832

>>43518042
Honey, you didn't marry me because my species eats meat right?

>>43518046
What did he mean by this?

>>43518441
Maybe he wants a yandere green in a ponified EqG setting? So it's still high school but everyone's still a pony and not human

>>43517223
Anon might think she's razor sharp, but he is still a smooth talker with a silver tongue.

>>43518722
How do you figure that?

>>43518856
He was able to play off his worry of being a horse fucker by saying it would be seen of him taking advantage of her.

>>43518868
That is a good point, isn't it? Always worth remembering that not everyone is used to seeing an Equestrian. Much less being around one. Much less having made out and had sex with one. But that also makes it far much more worse to imagine that he took advantage of her. It's the combo that makes it seem doubly disgusting. Like bringing some tribal to the first world and wowing her with a half-functioning car and cheap flip phone. Whether or not your intent is to be predatory or taking advantage of a presumed situation, lot of people will sure take it that way. Not good.
Ever since I started Jacky I've thought of how Equestrians would really fit in with humans. Angel Cake's Quest and Twilit Starsky have done a lot to make me think of things. Plus a few more story ideas that I've been sitting on for a while that deals with certain characters and situations and how that goes up against the reality of having to deal with a human society and humans without giving them any charitable benefit of the doubt. You can say there's something resembling a vague timeline but there's a whole lot of information that is just unsettled.

>>43517223
"You really view your parents positively."
>"Of course."
"Is it rude if I ask why?"
>"It isn't."
>Despite saying that she isn't quick to continue
>"I know their relationship wasn't perfect... but I know it was as close to perfect as it could get. The only issue is..."
>That she was born
>You remember that
>You remember her telling her about how violent her parents were with each other while you were stuck there tasting blood
>Tasting a lot of your own blood
>"...Well you know."
"...Yeah."
>You could tell her something vacant and shallow like "that isn't true"
>Like you said before
>But you shouldn't say something so lame so freely
"...You don't like conflict. Do you?"
>Her head moves just enough that she looks up at you instead of Shaggy talking about his leaning tower of heart burn
"I mean. Of course you'd prefer to relax than to get whipped up into a frenzy and all that. But. I should say. You don't want to fight or argue, right?"
>Sally watches your face for an uncomfortable amount of time
>"No."
>Her gaze returns to one of the two monitors
>"I know my parents fought a lot. I know they hated me if they stopped hating each other. But I don't want that. I don't want the screaming. I don't like it. If I could listen to nothing but this until the end of time, I would be happy."
>She says it so casually
>So openly
>In your own relationship history, things are usually never so
>Easy
>Especially not communication
>She really has listened to some of your things
>"Just promise that when we have foals. Never hate them, Anon. If you ever come to hate me..."
>Oh no
>She's going somewhere
>Your fingers firmly grasp her
>Root her to reality, Anon
>Don't you dare follow her down that path no matter which way
"I don't hate kids, Sally. I'd never hate my own. I'd certainly never hate their mother. If I were capable of doing that, I'd never have allowed myself to get that close to her to begin with."
>Good answer
>Sally seems to think so
>She repeatedly flops and shifts until she's laying on her back
>Hind legs splayed out as far and as hard as they can be
>Front legs folded at her chest
>A keen reminder that this is not a human
>"Does this mean that you don't hate me?"
"I don't hate you, Sally."
>Her vibrant yellow eyes show that her relaxed state is a shallow facade
>"Does this mean that you love me?"
>Rather than answer seriously, your hands go to her chest, between her legs
"I'm not going to say that L word just because you mention it."
>She pouts
>"Mr. Boyfriend!"
"Ms. Girlfriend."
>"Say you love me."
"No."
>"Say it."
>"Not happening."
>Her somewhat playful tone drops
>"Say it. Anon. Say you love me."
>You frown at her
"No. I'm not going to say something before I know for sure. You pressuring me means that if I say it, I'll have said it dishonestly. Do you want me to stay honest and true to you?"
>She tries to shift
>Your hands on her chest keep her in place
>The look in her eyes change
>"I."

Pre-bed bump

>>43518945
She wants him honest, but she also really wants to hear him say it. Just a little lie Mr. Boyfriend.

>>43518945
>She tries to shift again
>You hold her down
>She tries again with more effort
>Your hands spread to keep her pinned down
>The noise she makes isn't one of discomfort
>"L-let go of me."
"No."
>She's trying to squirm
"Answer me. Do you want me to stay true to you, Sally?"
>Something about that is doing something to her
>She tries again to escape
>Even her hind legs retreat from so openly advertising the fact that Equestrians are mammals but their anatomical locations differ
>"Stop saying that."
>Uh oh
>You may have stumbled across something
>Your hands spread out, ensuring that she can't move up
>You aren't in the position to but if only you could move your legs to help her sink into a spot that wouldn't give her room to wiggle
>You lean down
>Closer to her face
"I'm going to remain true to you, Ms. Girlfriend. I'm not going to lie. Or hate you. I'm going to let you know every honest thought I have."
>Is this the right direction?
>It might be
>It could be
"Every word I have is going to sink into you. You won't be able to do anything without remembering what I say. Like an arrow in this chest. Every time you breathe just a little too hard, you'll feel it poke you and you'll remember that you never had a chance to remove it."
>Sally writhes in place
>Her breathing has gotten heavier
>"...This isn't fair. Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?"
>You would be lying if you said you weren't having fun
>You're just saying things but you're giving her a bit of a dose of her own medicine
>"Like you're going to do dangerous things to me."
"And with everything you've done to me, I don't get at least two instances of going as dangerous as I please? What are you gonna do to stop it?"
>Going a little too far, Anon
>Reign it back
>Something nudges the back of her head
>It nudges hard enough that you can see a lot of the white of her eyes
>You can see that her mouth is stuck open
>Her canines bared
>Her mane messy
>It's you
>Part of you
>Pushing against the back of her head
>Dear God you might start to see why the horsefuckers are the way they are
>"I. I won't do anything. I won't stop it."
>You can't stop yourself
>You give your most evil grin imaginable
"You pushed my face in. I'm going to push in something of yours too."
>That statement stuns her
"Fear won't stop me. It never stopped you."
>You have officially gotten a little too giddy with this
>What was your point again?
>Telling her you wouldn't say the L word?
>The fully grown filly has no earthly idea of what to expect next
>Having the reigns taken from her so aggressively has left her meek
>Demure
>Somewhere between shaking from excitement and shaking from anxiety
"Hey."
>"Y-ye--"
"You're gonna know when I say it. Before that, you're sure gonna feel it."
>"Where?"
>You can't stop from grinning
"Wherever I choose."
>With that, you release her
>Instead of escaping, she remains
>You think you may have overdone it
>Her face says it all
>"You're scary."
"Guess we're a match."

>>43519429
>Despite your pressing attack, the atmosphere never feels like it changes
>You can watch Scooby without issue
>But Sally
>All she's done is lay right where you put her
>Every time you look down at her, she just looks up at you with this
>Look
>You aren't sure if you can explain it
>It really shows how inexperienced she is
>You can see it in her wide eyes
>It tells you that she hasn't had a relationship before
>You aren't lying or playing with her emotions
>Maybe you are playing with her expectations since she has her own moments of such emotional extremes
>The difference is that you won't shatter her
>Never was the type to be that way towards someone
>But the consequence is a few less than ideal relationships
>Understanding those probably helped to push you into what you've been doing
>Another two episodes pass
>Not in that one ends and then the other ends five minutes later
>You look down
>Sally is dead to the world
>Eyes half-lidded, mouth open just a hair
>It's a little weird but she's either put herself into some trance or she's maybe 20% awake
"Hey. Hey, Ms. Girlfriend."
>Your thumb glides over the corner of her lips
>She stirs but she isn't quite there
"Sun's starting to go down. It alright if I go back to my place?"
>She closes her eyes and shakes her head
>She repeats the motion a half dozen times until she's more aware of herself
>"Mmno. You live here now."
>Should've known
"That's gonna involve a lotta moving."
>She opens her mouth to yawn
>Your quick hands, thumbs and index fingers, go to her canines at peak yawn
>Twin Ls make it so she can't close her mouth
>Rather than do anything about it, her throat flexes and she swallows
>Her tongue isn't trying to lash out at you
>It's right in place
>She really isn't doing a single thing to stop you
>Just how dangerous is this freedom?
"I gotta go to the bathroom. Then I gotta prepare for some stuff."
>Your tone isn't saying that this is serious but you do subtly shift one of your legs like you've already decided
>She remains on her back
>Her tongue flicks up to the roof of her mouth
>"Nnnah."
"Yeah."
>You slide more away
>Maybe a quarter of the way now
>"Kith ne and you can leaee."
>She's rather coherent for her mouth being kept open
"Ok. Gonna have to get up for that then."
>"Nuh uh."
"Yup. I don't gotta get up. You do."
>"Oo."
>You close your fingers and slip them away before she can chomp down
>If she did that, you'd have no choice but to stay
>It takes a short, tiny, concise...
>Half hour
>Before she finally gets up
>Every step of the way, she seems content with her new position
>Every step of the way, she watches you and smiles
>Every step of the way, you move yourself to fit
>You could have escaped at least five times over now
>She's finally up
>Sitting on her flank and her hind legs still kicked out
>She has such a look
>"Hey."
"Hey there."
>"And how are you?"
"I'm doing good. Do you feel better?"
>"Lots."
"Good. C'mere. I gotta go."

>>43519505
>Despite how aggressive she was the last time you kissed
>The last time when she augured her tongue down your throat and tasted every morsel of you
>She barely leans forward
>You lead into it
>Not something monstrous
>Not something starved and furious
>One hand on her lower throat
>The other under her chin
>It's a comfortable kiss
>No tongue wobbling or Hollywood-esque long lasting connection
>It lasts long enough that once you're done, she's proper awake and beaming
>Who is this mare?
>It certainly isn't the Sally you've seen
>To be open and obvious with yourself
>You never saw yourself doing this
>How could you?
>But you're happy that she's safe
>You're relieved that she hasn't done anything bad to herself
>You've enjoyed this entire thing, even if the twin Scooby Doo screens never quite got to the point that it wasn't discordant
>Is that grounds to start a relationship?
>Probably not
>But
>She isn't all faults and negatives either
>It is way too soon for you to try to be professional and analytical
>You like her
>She's cute
>You remember doing at least something with her in a hotel room
>You sure saw the evidence
>You don't see it yet but there is something going on that points to an affinity
>All of this goes through your mind while re-igniting the kiss
>Every time she gets too excited or pushes
>Just a small tensing on her throat
>A firm hold that she abides by without hesitation
>It's leading
>She just needs to be led
>If you let she run wild, who knows what would have happen
>This is correct
>This is the right path
>You pull away for the last time
>She isn't just ecstatic
>She's downright lustful
>You can see it
"I'm gonna get up. I gotta go back."
>"You'll come back. Right?"
"I might later. But I gotta focus on some email things."
>"Don't bother, they're probably from me."
>She is so shameless
"And if they aren't?"
>"Who cares?"
>She really does have zero remorse
"I do."
>That only seems to ignite her further
>"If you don't visit tomorrow, I'm going to chase you down."
"If I don't visit tomorrow, you'll visit me instead."
>You lean forward
>She closes her eyes in anticipation of another kiss
>Instead, you whisper
"And that means more privacy."
>That sure seems to be the correct way to put it
>More eager than ever, she hops out of bed
>"In that case. Lemme walk you home! You gotta have an escort, right? You could get lost!"
>Really?
"Really?"
>"Yeah! Come on, let's--"
>She licks your hand before grabbing hold of it with her mouth
>She looks up at you with such radiant glee
>The gesture keenly reminds you that she isn't human
"Well alright then, lead the way."
>She "helps" by pulling you back so you get up
>Despite her leading the way, you're the one who opens her door
>Fringe Binge is nowhere to be seen
>You act as chauffeur by opening the door for her and let her lead the way
>She knows precisely where to go

>>43519506
>Every few steps she looks back to make sure you're right on her
>You are
>You stop at your door
>As magical as the moment was it lasted not even two minutes
>You can tell that she is visibly disappointed it took so little time
>Maybe you could mention a detour next time
>"...So this is your place?"
"Yup. I think you've been in it at least once or twice before."
>"Me? Oh no. At least, I don't think so."
>Clever girl
"Well. You can check it out tomorrow."
>"And not today?"
"And not today."
>"Aw."
>You open the door after unlocking
>She doesn't rush in
>At least she's showing some maturity
>And restraint
>You step inside but turn back around and kneel down to be eye level
"Gimme a kiss, Ms. Girlfriend."
>This time you give her free reign on the intensity
>You brace for impact and
>It's a kiss similar to the one you introduced her to
>It has more energy to it but it isn't so vicious
>It also happens across the threshold so no one in the hallway will see it happen
>It lasts just long enough for you
>By the end of it, she's more riled up than ever
>Her mane makes it hard to tell when it's messy or just normal
>"I'll visit you tomorrow as soon as I can. I promise. I won't miss it for anything."
"I believe you."
>"And when I go to bed, I'll remember everything about your scent."
"Oh... I believe that too."
>"And I'll think of foal names."
"Oh yeah? At least six. For both boys and girls."
>Your tone has turned more and more playful as she kept going
>Playing along or not, she's still excited
>"You got it! So. Uh."
>She looks around herself
>She is technically inside of your apartment now
>Even if it is only a few steps
>This is it, Sally
>You can do it
>She visibly stiffens when she takes a step
>Back?
>And then another
>The alien gesture of moving backwards somehow works and she's now outside of your unit entirely
>The awkward look switches back to one of pride
>She did it
>She knows she did it too
>"Have a good night, Anon."
"You too, Obscure Embrace."

I don't remember the last time I woke up well before my alarm just to immediately sit down and go back to writing. Well, there you go. Sally is all done. Green's done. Everyone go home.
Or that's what I would say but this is I think a solid end to the first part of Sally. Why are we getting a second part? Why is this well over... what, 53k words at this point? I don't fucking know man. I'm just doing it. We haven't seen the last of her. We haven't even seen all of her yet. But Anon has sure tasted at least part of her. Apparently he wants more. Only issue is that this has directly impacted what Fringe wants; to not be alone.

>>43518441
>>43518624
EqGirls in FiM.

>>43519509
First time I’ve seen a Yandere story end without the need for violence. Anon is still his own man without fear. He controls the relationship, cut through the bullshit.
I wonder if Fringe was listening in.

>>43519980
He is still his own man but he didn't get to that point clean. He got physically and emotionally battered to an extreme degree. She mentally wore him down. She doesn't know what her overall plan is but it worked on him. He began to care about her. Enough that he let himself just roll with it.
I think I'm happy with how this turned out. There will be more to it but this also kinda fits as it's own actual story. I suppose rather than a second part it's more a sequel. Structured just a little differently.
It's a shame you found a mold breaker here but it goes to show that relationship dynamics aren't set in stone. They are made based off of the ones creating it. Sally is abusive and can even be violent but she's shown that she's immature. She has a very... unique understanding of how relationships work. She only has a broken home to go off of. Anon has his own options but he's not going to fear her to the point of mindless submission. He's not going to let her overrun him and his life. But rather than stop it, he let her drag him down. He can make excuses but remember that at the end of the day, he wanted this.
Then we have Fringe. We know what she's about. Both of them have gone out of their way to talk about themselves so they'll have someone who isn't a stranger. She just wants to be around him. Nothing else matters. What happens if Sally doesn't want her around anymore?
Then we also have Mettle. A looming ghost that is possibly able to see everything. Or at least see Anon's thoughts. And his concerns. And then the other two too.

I'm really not one to ask for attention outright but if anyone stuck around for all of this and want to express their thoughts, let me know. First big story started, and finished, since everything went down. Panels and oral story time moments don't count.

Celebratory bump

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Just a hair short of 54k words. No clue how it works as it's own story since I do plan on a sequel but I think it gives the genre something new.
I'm proud of it. I like Sally. I want to see things continue to grow for her. I like Fringe too. I admire both of their cunning but Fringe takes it to another level. We've barely seen anything of Mettle but I want the best for her too. Thinking of them has been reinvigorating.

>>43520113
Well I appreciated having new characters that get more and more fleshed out as we spend more time with them. The conflict works because Anon is in a depressed state. We don't know why, but as we learn about him we see how he got into this situation. How Sally was able to take advantage of him, which was due to circumstances she wasn't even part of.
Anon was in a low point in his career, he saw that the people he was helping were not changing at all. He felt like a fraud. Sure this random pony showing up fan-girling is cute, but it didn't help his situation. Then things escalated as she forced herself on him. Things spiraled out of control so quickly he almost died, but he got back up. Forced her to stay away for a few days to re-evaluate his situation. Then we get Fringe.
Fringe is the spicey character in the story, but she is in the same boat as Sally. Outsiders with a lot of baggage. Anon feels compelled to peel back the layers of this story. Now in a better position of control. The story ends with him holding all the levers of power now. He dictates the relationship, which is something a man should be doing. The three ponies push the envelop, but only because he allows it. Anon will push back when they overstep (except with Mettle, she kind of just shows up to screw)
Sally is a developmentally challenged. Smart enough to pretend she's a functioning adult. Damaged enough to make Anon want to help her.
Fringe is a troll. Always trying to get a rise out of everyone around her. I can see why it doesn't get her what she actually wants. Who would want to deal with that all the time?
Mettle is a ghost. Not much to say about her. She showed up to bewilder Anon, but hasn't done much yet. At least, compared to the other two.
All three of them show us a glimpse into human pony relationship in this world. It's weird situation. They seem to happen a lot, but is still looked down on. Maybe women don't like the competition.
Mules are sterile. Probably the same for Sally.

>>43520985
>spoiler
That is harsh. What makes you think that?

>>43521301
It's pretty common for half-breeds. Not being mean, just a factor. Author hasn't mentioned if they can have foals/children. Man, it would be wild if Sally gave birth to a human baby.

>>43521376
I wonder how that would legally work. Poni is still poni... but human?

>>43521376
>>43521406
As long as the end result looks like a human at first glance I think that it should be relatively fine with at most having lots of problems on what constitutes as a last name. The more troublesome outcome would be if the offspring between a mule(?) and a human would wind up with a freak of nature that has a more 50/50 split between human and pony traits. How that looks like I'll leave it to your imagination but chances are it will be a social outcast.

>>43521428
I think the last name would be whatever the paternal/human side is. "Sally" is already the equivalent of someone from Asia moving to the US and taking up a western sounding name like Wendy or Charlotte. I imagine it would be pretty easy to have a family name for legal reasons but culturally it may be something else. May depend on which culture prevails.
The really scary part isn't 50/50 but whatever Fringe is. You'll never mistake her for a human but with human eyes and the bone wings? She's weird enough to be an outcast on both sides.

>>43521481
Based on what she's said, she still seems to have some kind of allure for sexual encounters. Nothing more beyond that though.

>>43521487
If she's honest about it. It is a foil to Sally being so direct and "pure". At least before she got mistaken for the Moscow Mule. In a few ways she made herself to be the opposite of Sally. I don't think it worked because at the of the day Ms. Girlfriend won.

>>43514028
>You phone alarm wakes you up
>You’re still in your suit
>You’re still in the living room couch
>Next to you Sugarcube is waking up as well
>Did you two fall asleep while watching tv?
>Sugarcube groans as she rubs her eyes with her forelegs
>”Morning…”
>Her eyes widen as she takes in her surroundings
>”Oh. I’ll make breakfast right away, sir!”
> She gets off the couch, only to see the box of roses on the ground
>It now had six and a half rosebuds on it
>With her magic she closes the box and puts it in the dining table
>While breakfast is ready you go to your room and practice some basic hygiene
>A quick shower, brushing your teeth, putting on deodorant, etc.
>Somewhere in that process you hear Annie waking up and heading to the dining room
>When you return Sugarcube is already serving her breakfast
>It was a plate of scrambled eggs and some chopped up fruit in a different bowl
>You head to the kitchen and make yourself a cup of coffee
>In the fridge there was one of Annie’s drawings being held by a magnet
>It’s one you haven’t seen before
>A crayon illustration of you, Annie, Sugarcube, your wife and some other chidren
>Your wife has a halo and angel wings on it. Everyone is smiling
>You don’t know how to feel about what you’re looking at
>Heading back to the dining table Sugarcube hands you the same breakfast as Annie. Only difference is that your portions are larger
>She sits in front of you with her own breakfast which was just an assortment of fruit
>Even though you had a similar morning the days prior it feels different today
>Definitely less awkward
>Strangely enough it also feels nostalgic
“Hey, Sweetheart?”
>”Yes, daddy?”
“Sorry for yesterday. I ended up getting very busy, you see.”
>”It’s alright. I’m used to it!”
>...
>She said it so casually
“Anyways, I was just wondering how you were doing at school? Anything interesting lately?”
>”We were learning about biographies. Our teacher asked us to write about the life of a family member by Friday.”
>You chuckle a little
“Is that so? And who do you plan on writing about? Your old man over here?”
>”I was thinking of writing about Sugarcube’s life, actually. She’s part of our family now after all!”
>Of course she would
“Well-”
>”I think you should write about someone else, Annie.” Sugarcube cuts you off
>”What? Why?”
>”My life you see… it’s… it’s…”
>Sugarcube has a thousand yard stare on her face
>You can see her struggle to get a grip on reality
>”It’s not that interesting. I’m sure you could write about your dad or maybe someone else! Like an aunt or an uncle.”
“I’m an only child, actually.”
>”Oh. Well you can still write about your dad, Annie! I’m sure he’s a good option.”
>”Hm. If you say so…”
>The rest of the morning continues on as usual and soon enough the school bus arrives
>Annie kisses you and Sugarcube in the cheek before leaving

>>43521716
Forgot the Fleur flag but it's still me

>>43520113
i´ve been reading it as it was being written since the first bit of green, i really like the pacing, there´s slow character development, little bits here and there get revealed, nothing happens all at once. i really enjoyed that aspect of the story, it´s not hurried along in any way, just anon and his own slice of life that´s getting just a little bit more horse pussy flavored with each day.

i really like the characters too, i´d probably bolt at the first sign of Sally´s bullshit when she tracked down anon after he bought her lunch... but i can see myself losing to Fringe and her slyness, i´d probably fold after the pillowhumping... though as characters in a story i like them both, it´s very grounded in the fact that they´re not cartoonishly deranged or anything, just plain old childhood trauma and attachment issues, nice contrast to the usual neighponese animare eque bullshit one might expect when they hear the word "yandere"
i really enjoyed reading this, thanks for writing it, Blondi :)

>>43521716
>”Innocence. It’s a wonderful thing…”
>She sounded so melancholic when saying that
“... Indeed.”
>”May I ask you something, sir?”
“You know you can just call me by my name, right? I’m not really that important of a person.”
>”S-Sorry. I was just wondering how you knew about us ponies eating flowers.”
“A pony recently got hired where I work. We were chatting about stuff and then the topic of flowers came to be.”
>”You have pony coworkers?”
“Several. Most work as janitors but the one I’m talking about is a secretary.”
>”I-I see.”
“Can I ask you about the drawing on the fridge?”
>”That’s just something Annie drew yesterday. She said it was of all the people that make her happy.”
>Her words hung out in the air
>You have the feeling that-
>”She would like you to be home more often, you know?”
>Called it
“Would you like it if I did?”
>”I don’t understand your question.”
“If I were home more often, with you and Annie, would you personally like it? Would you enjoy yourself in my home as much if I were around here?”
>She begins to avoid your gaze
>”It would make Annie happy, and if she is happy then I am happy.”
>You blink a couple times
“I don’t understand you. How can you say that when you have only been with her for less than a week?”
>She lets out a mirthless chuckle
>”That’s just how I am, I suppose. Foals or children, I can’t help but love them as if they were mine. For better or for worse.”
>”... I don’t understand you either. How can she love you when you are like…”
>She haphazardly points her hoof at you
>”This!”
>And your mood is ruined now
>It was such a pleasant morning too
“Believe it or not I wasn’t always this miserable. Annie and I have good memories together.”
>She takes a deep breath, then begins to chuckle
>”Is it really that easy to earn unconditional love?”
“I guess so.”
>Her ears pin to the back of her head
>”I envy you. I envy you so much. You have everything I ever wanted and you’re just treating it like it’s nothing.”
“I don’t understand what you’re-”
>”Family! You'd think that would be an easy thing to form, right? Birds and the bees and some love and it’s settled, no?”
>...
>”WRONG!”
>She slams her hooves on the table
>”Not for ME!”
>”NOT FOR A STUPID PONY LIKE ME!”
“Sugarcube-”
>”BUT YOU CAN!”
>”Y-YOU DEADBEAT PIECE OF SHIT!”
>”YOU CAN!”
>”Y-YOU…”
>You look her in the eyes
>She looks back at you
>There’s so much rage
>And the longer you stare at her the more it gets replaced by something else
>”You can…”

Bump

>>43521785
well this is getting interesting, i hope he doesn't try to beat her again

>>43521785
I was getting worried that the setup for "yandere" part was getting too long, good to finally see some action in your story

>>43521785
So we see what's been eating at her. Her cutie mark makes good with kids, but also makes her want some.

>10
No die. Got to get out of yandere’s basement.

>>43522598
What if it is your own basement?

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>>43518021
Getting eventually killed and eated
Wait no, that's the good part
>>43518441
He's Mexican, pay him no mind

>>43522791
That's yangire, anon. Not sure how much I like those. They're also popular because they can just be chaotic neutral D&D cannibals.

>>43522724
Yandere made a basement in my basement?

>>43523144
It's an entire dungeon made exclusively of basements inside basements. Everyone in the outside world thinks the house is long abandoned by now

>>43523439
If you get lost, you ain't getting out.

>>43521785
>Resignation
>That’s all you can see on her face now
>She decides to stare at the floor once she’s done talking
>Shortly after she begins to tremble on the spot
>You really want to walk away
>Go to your job and ignore her for a couple hours
>Part of you wants to defend yourself
>But can your way of living be justified?
>Would it even be worth justifying?
>You don’t think so, deep down at least
>You take a deep breath and stand up from your chair
>Her ears perk up
>”I’m sorry.”
>”I didn’t mean to say all that.”
>You slowly begin to walk around your table
>”Please don’t fire me.”
>”I won’t complain anymore!”
>Her tremors grow more intense by the second
>”I-I’ll do anything please!”
>”Just let me stay here, I'm begging you!”
>You slowly place a hand on her back
>She’s shaking uncontrollably now
>You begin to gently pet her back
>You resent her
>The way she wormed herself into Annie’s heart so quickly
>The way she’s a living reminder of you at your worst
>Part of you wants to fire her right here, right now
>Leave her back at the pony shelter and forget she ever existed
>But that nagging voice in your head is telling you to do better
>The same nagging voice which told you to buy her roses as an apology
>You end up petting her for instead
>She never stops trembling the entire time
“Look. I may not like it, but for better or for worse you are part of the family. That’s what Annie thinks anyways. I don’t know what you went through, but at this point it just feels bad to fire you.”
>”...”
“You can stay here. If you want to.”
>She lets out a choked sob
>And another
>And another
>You wonder if you should give her a hug
>For the first time ever you are uncomfortably aware of how pointy her horn is
>Fuck it. Whatever will be, will be
>You slowly place your other hand on her chest
>And gently embrace her
>Her horn suddenly glows and you feel a strange force pushing you away
>You don’t retaliate and immediately let go
>You take a look at your watch
>You should probably go to work now
>She doesn’t seem to want you near her so perhaps it’s better to leave her alone
>You begin heading for the d-
>”Wait!”
“Yes?”
>...
>”Can you hug me again?”
“You just pushed me away when I tried that.”
>”I know, but I changed my mind.”
>...
>You go back to her and hug her once more
>”I still don’t understand you. You attack me, then avoid me, then you go and do all this! Why?”
“Honestly, I have no idea.”
>She lets out another mirthless chuckle
>”You’re a mess.”
>For just a moment that nagging voice quieted down
“So are you.”
>”I have my reasons.”
“And so do I.”
>You two push each other away
>Just as quickly you two pulled each other into a hug again
>You still resent her, but that felt way too nice to stop so soon

>>43523829
Mare is getting so many mixed signals.

>>43523998
It should be clear by now that this anon is an emotionally unstable wreck that never learned how to properly process grief. He has a (relatively) newfound hatred towards the world; yet that "nagging voice", what remains of his former, more well adjusted self prevents him from fully detaching himself from it. Deep down all he really wants is to regain a sense of normalcy and go back to a happier point in his life. The latter will never happen, of course, and he will quickly turn bitter at anything that reminds him of that fact (unfortunately including Sugarcube herself).

>>43524142
Including his own daughter by the looks of things.

>>43524142
I wonder how stuck he is in trying to go back, rather than to move forward. It isn't quite a broken home yet but he's rushing towards that.

Bump

>>43523829
>”Hey anon! Are you planning on working overtime today?”
>Light River asks you once your shift is over
>You arrived late to work today thanks to Sugarcube having that meltdown
>Your boss chewed you out but you just tuned out his reprimands
“Sorry, but I promised I’d be home early today.”
>That was a half-truth
>Sugarcube’s words kept repeating in your head during your entire shift
>So you ended up promising yourself to actually get home early for once
>There’s no way in hell you’re telling her the whole story
>”Oh.”
>She looks so disappointed
>”Well, at least you sorted out those family problems, right?”
>You try to your hardest to suppress a grimace
“I wouldn’t say they are sorted out yet, but that’s why I promised I would get home early.”
>”I see. Hopefully it all goes well anon!”
“T-Thanks.”
>You wave at her goodbye and get to your car
>On the way home you felt some cravings for alcohol
>That wouldn’t do you any good so you try your best to suppress them
>You get home and stand in front of the door
>You take a deep breath
>It’s been a while since you’ve been this nervous
>A beer really would have been nice to steel your nerves
>There’s no turning back now, so you enter the house
>”Daddy?”
“It’s me, sweetheart!”
>Your daughter rushes in to give you a hug
>You reciprocate it to the best of your ability
>Soon enough you hear that dreadful noise
>The clip clopping of hooves against hardwood floor
>In the corner of your eye you see her approaching
>She looks just as uncomfortable with your presence as you are of hers
>More than anything she’s surprised you’re home early
>Another thing to note is that she now has one of the roses you bought her woven in her mane
>And is she wearing lipstick?
>”Back home so soon?”
“I didn’t work overtime today.”
>You pull out of Annie’s hug
>”Do you like what I did, daddy?”
>”I saw that box of roses and thought Sugarcube could look even prettier!”
“That’s very nice of you sweetheart but where did you get that lipstick?”
>”From your room!”
>...
“What?”
>”Yeah! Since mom isn’t around anymore I thought I could borrow her lipstick!”
>...
>”... Daddy?”
“Go to your room.”
>”But-”
“Go to your room. Now.”
>”I-”
“I said now!”
>You aren’t even looking at her direction
>You just hear her running away and slamming the door shut
>Your eyes are fixated on Sugarcube

>>43525566
Forgot to put on the flag. Again.

>>43525568
Why not add your name? Flag is neat and all but the name makes it easier to see when you post. Also gives you that extra something to help you focus.

>>43525609
Eh, I'm the only one using the Fleur flag so it works well enough I think.

>>43525566
Dang it not another angry outburst coming. Annie can probably hear everything too.

>>43525566
>”I didn’t-”
“Shut the fuck up. There’s no way you didn’t know.”
>You crouch down to her level
>Her horn begins to glow
>She’s pointing it right in front of you
>”She looked so happy I just couldn’t say no.”
>”Surely you also want to make her happy, right?”
“There are limits to these things you fucking cunt!”
>“It’s just lipstick! It’s not like she used the entire thing on me anyways!”
“What the fuck is wrong with you!? Can’t you understand the concept of a memento you fucking bitch!?”
>”What is wrong with YOU!? Annie does one nice thing for me and I can’t enjoy it just because you can’t move on!?”
>”News flash! You’re not the only person in the world who lost someone!”
>You grab her by the throat
>At the same time you feel an invisible force pressing in on yours
”Take it off!”
>”Make me!”
>You are about to wind up a punch when you suddenly hear it
>A child’s cry
>For a moment it feels like time stopped
>You look at the source of the sound and then back to Sugarcube
>You really want to punch her, but Annie is your priority
>It seems to be the case for Sugarcube as well
>Both of you let go off each other and rush towards Annie’s door
>You knock at it
>“Annie? Are you alright?”
>No response
“I’m not mad at you, sweetheart. I promise.”
>...
>Fuck it
>You open the door and enter inside
>Sugarcube follows right after
>Inside there is Annie laying down on her bed, facing away from you
>”I’m sorry,” she says between sobs
“You didn’t do anything wrong, sweetheart.”
>”B-But I made you yell at each other!”
>”We just had a disagreement, Annie. That’s all!”
>”...”
>Sugarcube tries petting her with her hooves
>”P-Please don’t cry Annie! We don’t want to see you sad!”
>You sit down by her side
“Annie, I… I shouldn’t have blown up like I did. Your mother was someone very dear to me… I just… I just want to remember her as best as I can and her old lipstick helps remind me of her. I wanted to keep it as it was.”
>”So it is my fault.”
“No no no! Don’t say that Annie, please!”
>You begin to pet her head
>Sugarcube is still trying to comfort her as best as she can
>Annie takes something out of her pocket and throws it as hard as she can
>It was her lipstick
>With some hesitation you get off the bed and pick it up
>You check it
>...
>You can’t even tell it was used at all
>All this rage and it looks the same as yesterday
>You can’t tell if you want to laugh or cry
>”Annie, please! S-Someone like you shouldn’t be crying! Y-You’re breaking my heart, Annie!”
>Sugarcube’s voice is breaking
>”Leave me alone…”
“Annie-”
>”I said leave!”
>You really don’t want to
>You really want to stay to comfort her
>But you feel like that would just make things worse
>And so, you leave Annie’s room

>>43525758
She was ready to fight back. That would have been ugly.

Pre-bed bump

>>43525758
Hope the child doesn’t run away.

Would Twilight Sparkle and/or Cadance be able to fix a yandere?

>>43527034
In different ways maybe. They're not perfect, somehow Golly is a thing.

>>43525758
>Back in your room
>You put the lipstick back where it was
>Your wife’s vanity table
>A small layer of dust permeates it
>You think of cleaning it one of these days
>You can no longer hear Annie's cries
>You changed out of your suit and simply lied down on your bed
>In your small sanctuary
>Completely and utterly alone
>You hear the door open but you don’t bother looking up
>You know who it is
>”Are you happy now?”
“No.”
>”Was any of this worth it!?”
“If you’re planning on rubbing it, then save it for yourself and fuck off.”
>You’re staring at the ceiling, but you can hear her exploring your room
>Surprisingly enough, you don’t care all that much
>You’re simply exhausted from everything
>When you were giving her the tour of your house you explicitly told her to stay away from your room
>It seems that she obeyed you until now
>You hear her opening the closet door, no doubt finding your wife’s clothing right where she left it
>Then you hear her near the vanity table
>There’s the humming of her magic. No doubt she’s inspecting everything in it
>You quickly glance at her
>She’s still wearing her lipstick
“Might as well use her perfume while you’re at it. Not like it matters anymore according to you.”
>She actually sprays herself with your wife’s perfume
>Should have known better than to give her ideas
>You close your eyes
>Your sanctuary
>Utterly desecrated by this fucking horse
>You’re so tired of all this you can’t even feel anger anymore
>You can hear how she walks right by your side
>She picks up your wife’s portrait
>Her scent fills your nostrils
>Not Surgarcube’s scent. Hers
>With your eyes closed you can almost feel that she’s by your side
>”No wonder you can’t let go. You’re surrounded by her stuff.”
“Is there a point to this? Are you trying to achieve something here or do you just want to fuck with me?”
>”...”
“So?”
>”You’re firing me. I was already on thin ice this morning and I ruined it”
“...”
>”I promise I’m not usually this petty but there’s something about you that just-”
>She lets out a frustrated groan
>”It’s not even you necessarily! You aren’t even the worst human I ever met! It’s…”
>That scent
>”It’s…”
>You forgot how good it smelled
>She lets out a defeated sigh
>”Shame on me for thinking things would be different. For what it’s worth I’m sorry for using your wife’s-”
“I’m not firing you.”
>You can’t bring yourself to open your eyes
“... What?”
“I said I’m not firing you. Just do me a favor, please.”
>”What is it?”
“Get on the bed.”
>”...”
>That sounded way too wrong
“I’m not going to molest you. Just- Just do it!”
>It takes for what feels like an eternity but eventually she walks over to the other side and lies down next to you
>With your eyes still closed you hug her by the barrel
>Nothing more

>>43527781
Oh. I think I see where this is going. No Anon, horse is not your wife! Don't turn her into someone she isn't.

>no pinkamena greens
my disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined

>>43527781
“Thank you. I really needed this.”
>”... You’re welcome.”
>As it turns out hugging a pony is a completely different feeling from hugging a human
>It still feels nice, though
“Say, what did you mean by that?”
>”By what?”
“You said that you shouldn’t have thought things would be different. What did you mean by that?”
>”Oh. That. Just to make sure we’re on the same page, you did hire me because of my cutie-mark, right?”
“I mean, it was a point in your favor. Your documents mentioned you took care of a lot of foals and I figured you could do a good enough job as a nanny.”
>”And did you know that cutie-marks often represent special talents back when you hired me?”
“I did.”
>”It’s been years since I had my cutie-mark. You know what that means, right?”
“You had it back when you were-”
>”A slave, yes. I wasn’t hired back then, of course; more so sold or traded. Almost always I was assigned to be a surrogate for little foals. Some were orphans, some were bought without their parents...”
>She takes a couple deep breaths. You can feel her body shaking slightly
>”Whatever reason that foal had for being alone was none of my business. My duty was to take care of them to the best of my ability.”
>You remember the talk you two had from this morning
“You loved them…”
>Her breathing turns ragged and her voice begins to crack
>”As far as I was concerned they were my own foals. But of course I wasn’t going to be needed forever and you would be surprised at how soon that was! “You have to train them young,” they said. “You can’t spoil a foal,” they said! And then I was gone! Back to square one!”
>”I…”
>For the second time today she begins to cry
>”I thought that maybe with human children I would be around for a bit longer. Believe me, I was ready to strangle you at the first punch you threw…”
>You open your eyes at last
>You aren’t hugging your dead wife
>You are hugging her
>Sugarcube
>A pony that perhaps had a point in being done with your bullshit
>”You aren’t going to fire me for what I just said, right?”
>You hug her tighter
“Forget about that already. This is your home for as long as you want to.”
>”...”
>”Thank you.”
"... You're welcome."

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>>43520113
I don't really know if there's anything particularly new or insightful that I might be able to say that hasn't already been said, so I'll try to keep this concise. It took me a little bit, but I grew attached to these characters as the story progressed, and even came to be endeared to their plentiful flaws and failings. Most notably my beloved Fringe, but in time even Obscure and Anon intrigued me the more we learned about them and how they perceive things. They're all such miserable misfits in need of someone, anyone, to just show them an inkling of genuine affection and attention. It's uncomfortably sad for me as I find it relatable, but also hopeful in a way. That in spite of all their traumas and what they've done and are willing to do, that they still aren't beyond being "saved". I suppose that's my biggest take away from this story, that there's always a chance things can get better, and that despite everything, redemption is always possible.

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>>43527781
This is rather interesting. A couple of mess ups thrust into an uncomfortable situationship due to a familiar longing for companionship, it's sad but compelling. I'm really liking this green, and I'm enjoying Sugarcube as well. Splendid work thus far, fren.

>>43527950
You have no idea how much I appreciate the doodle. From the bottom of my heart: Thank you!

>>43527935
I appreciate you, Anon. It is worth a priceless amount to see someone really go into how a story hits them and why. Especially to see them be compelled to make something from just words.
I like that you understand it the way it was put down. All of them are abject... failures? Loners? None of them are "good" or "bad". Sally and Fringe won in wearing down Anon. Abusing him physically and emotionally to the point he's brought down even further.
I want to wait a few weeks before I start the next part. That gives us time to sit and digest what all happened over the last few months of the story having started. Gives us time to think of what has changed since Sally and Anon are now a couple. Gives us time to consider whether or not Sally will let Fringe continue to tag along or if she's on her way out.
>uncomfortably sad, but also hopeful
That sounds very familiar to me. I remember one anon telling me that about Angel Cake's Quest. That and Sally were very difficult for me to stick with at times due to how raw some situations get. They hit close. No one is pulling any punches or taking the easy way out. There's only one way for them: forward. It can really suck to have to keep moving forward.
>In spite of all their traumas and what they've done and are willing to do, they still aren't beyond being "saved"
That is all any of us can ever hope for, Anon.

>>43527781
>>43527903
...is anon turning yandere?
is he trying to find a surrogate wife more than a nanny for his daughter? he sure seems like it would do him good... not in the dirrection it´s going though.

>>43527935
Damn, that is one hot Obscure.
>>43527950
Poor pony needs a break.

>>43527903
What a miserable situation that her one chance of salvation is with this guy.

>>43528056
The thing is: Anon isn't even her one chance of a better life. Pony slavery is over and legally speaking she is just a nanny. She is completely allowed to run for the hills and try her luck in another household should things really get that dire. That would imply going back to square one however, and be forced to abandon yet another child and Sugarcube would rather die than go through that again. At the end of the day Sugarcube is a very traumatized mare even if it doesn't seem like it at first glance. It's just that the nature of her maladjustments is more insidious than Anon's.

>>43528319
Also, if push came to shove I firmly believe that a fight between Sugarcube and Anon is more evenly matched than what may look like at first glance.

>>43511924
Pinkamena would never do something like that; she's too sweet and innocent

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>>43527974
I'm really glad you like it, fren. I've doodled a few more Sugarcubes today as well. I'm trying to get used to drawing her more consistently, and also just for funsies.
>>43527983
Likewise Blondie, I appreciate your work immensely. It really means a lot to me. I look forward to where we go from here in the story, and what drama will undoubtedly unfold, and just what the future may hold for these poor souls. May they all find some semblance of happiness when this is all said and done.
>There's only one way for them: forward
Very well said. At times life can become unbearable, be it from your own choices or by others outside of your control, and you might wish for things to go back to how they were before, but that time has passed. There's only here and now, and what you do from here on defines you.
>>43527993
That'd be an interesting twist. I can definitely see it what with his possessive behavioral tendencies and various other underlying psychological issues.
>>43528053
I'm glad you like my doodles, fren. Obscure can be quite alluring, true, but I find that maw of hers moreso cute myself. I really liked when Anon fed her snacks. I also agree, Sugarcube is in dire need of some good rest. Unfortunately, I fear she won't be getting that anytime soon.

>>43528323
The first confrontation Sugarcube didn't know Anon would lash out like that so I'm not surprised it is more even. Magic is OP.
>>43528472
Who wants cereal for breakfast Annie?

One of the things I like about Sally and the gang's story weirdly enough is that every hybrid we've met so far has been completely mentally fucked.
The basic conflict of the story is an I can fix her/She'll make you worse dichotomy but if we humor the thought that their problems are innate to their existence as hybrids more than actually being the product of anything that's happened in their lives it makes Anon's situation much more.... bleak.
Not only can YOU not fix her, she CAN'T be fixed. You can't talk it out with them like you would a human because they fundamentally don't process their thoughts and emotions the way a human would. There's no prescription you can give them because their brains are on a biochemical level different than ours. Nothing would work.
And what's worse is we don't even know what's actually nature and what's nurture. If we were confident that "all hybrids are just like that" then the takeaway would be that Anon can't waste the rest of his life babysitting mentally stunted half-breeds and he should just cut his losses and run. But we don't know. Our sample size is only 3 but all 3 have painted a pretty bleak outlook. We don't know if Anon really can fix them or if he's just going to get trapped in a never-ending cycle of bullshit of him trying his hardest to avoid stepping on landmines and then running damage control when he inevitably does.
It reinforces the fix her/break you conflict of the story, I think.

By the way, if you liked this I strongly STRONGLY reccomend you read Asper Kanojo. It's another story about a man trying to avoid getting trapped in a never-ending cycle of bullshit and has a happy ending where he does fix her. The main guy's a lot like Anon (at least I think so) and the main girl's a little bit like if you took Fringe's bluntness and mixed it with Sally's pessimism.

>>43528605
>Asper Kanojo
thank you for the recommend, definitely will read.
i haven´t read manga in ages

>>43528605
You're astute, Anon. Very very astute. I never once saw this as a situation of "I can fix her". He doesn't have a time machine. I don't know if there is any explicit theme at play when it comes to this story. They are how they are and what is happening is what is happening. If he never went down his path he would've been able to avoid all of this. For all we know, this is how his attempt at a career dies.
>the main guy's a lot like Anon
Hey now let's not get crazy. I remember that bag. That was the worst kind of freaky thing.

>>43528726
I mostly agree with you in that I don't think there are any *explicit* themes but I do think there are things we can read into if we want.
Another one of the things I've been thinking about is that Sally and Fringe (and maybe Mettle but she hasn't really played her hoof yet) basically have two distinct manipulator and sincere personas that they switch between depending on what they want from Anon. Whereas Anon only really has the one persona that combines the two.
Even when cuddling with Sally he's still constantly probing, analyzing, and acting. Very rarely does he ever just "react" to something unless he's just genuinely caught off guard. Like when he got his face stomped in or when he watched Fringe shotgun a love potion.
In the same vein Fringe and Sally tend to react in extremes while Anon tends to remain more composed and doesn't really tend to internalize or take personally all that much to boot. And it does make sense considering his job is to manipulate people. Hell, we can add onto it and say that there's not a single manipulation attempt that either of the two of them have made that hasn't been immediately seen through by Anon and he only allows them to happen either due to permissiveness, weakness, or something else.

Also
>that bag
Counterpoint. Anon fucks horses.

>>43528837
Go for it, I'm not stopping you at all. More just stating that I have no grand design or message at play.
>two distinct personas
They aren't quite good at it. I don't think so anyway. But that's because I'm me. I think Anon can see it easily too because they don't try to be subtle with him. Sally gets swept up in it, Fringe seems closer to Anon's level of understanding things. Enough that she then manipulates Sally. Sally may be aware, haven't seen enough proof behind that idea.
>constantly probing, analyzing and acting
>getting caught off guard
That is another interesting thing. Very very few people decide to try to make money telling others how to live or deal with their issues. That implies you've gone through enough shit to be able to understand and emphasize with others. Makes me wonder what led to his current point of being an AA sponsor yet having no shame drinking. Why he doesn't seem to value his career as much as he may think because he's giving both of them time to encroach.
>permissiveness, weakness or something else
He's a weak man. You can imagine strengths required to follow his path but all I see are faults. He sees faults too because Sally managed to adequately demoralize him... just for her to then turn it into seeing him being demoralized about her. I don't think that was manipulation on her part. I think that would be an extreme existential threat to her since she's aware she's not right.
>his job is to manipulate people
They really are a pair then, aren't they? Puts a hole in the idea of fixing her because while both have gone far beyond him in terms of manipulation, threats and hostility, they both seem keenly aware of what he is. I think that may be why he has no second face. I think both have had enough insight into him through his work that him acting out or pretending will be not just seen through but hostility in it's own way. It would also make him a severe hypocrite. More so than he already is, I mean.
If you ask me. I think Anon is weak. I think he may be ok with being manipulated if the satellite goal is to make him happy. Can argue that if someone pours that effort into you, they can't be lying. Explains why he went out with Fringe to grab treats and positive things after Sally had her breakdown. Birds of a feather too. Could be that he may even prefer their company compared to someone more... normal. Put together. Less fractured. I would be very afraid of Sally joining his shows. Even if she sits in the back, word may spread and yet even more Equestrians may seek him out. More to exploit money from. More issues to learn about. More that believe they have no hope.
>Anon fucks horses
To be fair, just the one. Horse singular. There was no penetration with Precious Mettle. The issue is that he was wearing something but she wasn't. She wouldn't have done that if she knew he wouldn't have enjoyed it. Thought about it for a long time. Kept her in his thoughts. Effective. She's in our thoughts now too.

>>43528910
I don't know if very few people have his job. He reminds me of Opera or Dr. Phil. Just on a smaller scale.

I saw Sally at a grocery store in Las Pegasus yesterday.

>>43529478
Fringe was right behind you.

>>43527903
>There’s a knock at your bedroom door
>”Annie? Are you alright in there?”
>Sugarcube’s voice
>She sounds concerned for you
>”Your dad and I ended up ordering pizza for dinner. You can come join us, if you want.”
>Are they really no longer angry with each other?
>Do you want to join them?
>...
>You are hungry though
>And pizza does sound nice
>You get off your bed and open the door
>In the dining room you can see Sugarcube and dad sitting there
>They smile at you
>You still remember dad yelling
>He sounded so angry
>You still love him, but Sugarcube seems friendlier just about now
>So you sit by her side
>She smells like mom
>That makes you feel a bit better
>There are two boxes of pizza
>One with pepperoni and the other one with mushrooms
>You grab a slice off of the mushroom pizza and take a bite
>It tastes good
>”Are you feeling better now, sweetheart?”
“Y-Yes.”
>”I can’t say it enough but I’m really sorry for losing my temper. You aren’t in trouble Annie, no one is mad at you, alright? Just make sure to ask for permission before grabbing something from my room.”
>Dad gives you a warm smile
>Sugarcube wraps her foreleg around you
>”We only had a disagreement, Annie. It won’t happen again. We promise!”
>She’s still wearing mom’s lipstick
>She still has that rose on her mane
>It seems like Dad is fine with it after all?
“Can… Can I get a hug?”
>Her horn glows and you feel an invisible force pulling you towards her
>The smell of mom
>You didn’t know how much you missed it
>Right as you let go off her, dad carries you in his arms and hugs you as well
>”You feeling better now, Sweetheart?”
>You think you do
>So you nod
>Both of them seem happy with your response
>The rest of the evening goes on as usual
>Sugarcube sings you a lullaby and you begin to feel sleepy
>You can faintly hear the sound of the tv
>You don’t get adults
>They fight and then suddenly they’re fine and then they watch tv as if nothing happened
>You don’t get it
>But you’re too tired to think about it so you fall asleep
>...
>You’re in a grassy field, walking very funnily
>Is it you or does everything look taller?
>Sugarcube is walking by your side
>In your other side there is a green stallion with a black mane
“Where are we going?”
>”We’re going to a party, Sweetheart,” the stallion replies
>He has dad’s voice
>As if on cue, Sugarcube levitates a little gift box
>”A birthday party, that is!”
“Wait, whose birthday is it?”
>Dad laughs
>”What? Can’t you remember your friend Applebloom?”
“No?”
>They both let out a hearty laugh
>”Oh Sweetheart, you and your sense of humor,” Sugarcube says
>There is a pond on the way
>You look at yourself in it
>And then you laugh
>Of course you are a filly! A unicorn filly!
>A filly with a coat as white as sugar, a mane dark like molasses and eyes green like sugar cane
>How silly of you
>To think you were anything else

>>43529728
Okay, one dream sequence is just a fun reference, but two!?

>>43529852
Dream sequences are just fun to write for me. As much as I enjoy writing their current predicaments it is nice to write these characters in a happier, more idyllic place and what is more happy and idyllic than Equestria itself? Since I'm already doing that I figured that I might as well have them meet/interact with the characters we all know and love. Canonically speaking no one knows how Equestria actually looks like beyond the descriptions given by the very first ponies that wound up stranded on earth. In a sense most ponies in this setting treat Equestria as one would treat heaven: an idealized paradise that is unreachable for as long as you live.

>>43529323
I think the modern equivalents would be probably Stephan Molyneux or Jordan Peterson. They tend to be memes and far more online than not or have a lot of details that make them stand out but it seems like anyone who fits the "motivational speaker" niche tends to build a big platform digitally. I don't think Anon is anything resembling that popular but it is apparently enough that he can pay the bills. Not like he lives in a great place so he's not raking it in either. I think they used to be more popular back then. Dan Pena comes to mind as a public speaker but he's also retarded rich. From what I remember, he said that he used to give free lectures at airports and hotels and no one would go. So then he started charging $10k a seat and suddenly he'd sell out.
It's interesting. Sally mentioned that a lot of people that listen to him will smile and not and not actually do anything to help themselves. There is some truth in that, especially if they paid money and feel like it's more "legitimate" help. People tend to be weird about that. Big fixation on if it's quality, why is it free? If you're good at something, why do it for free? It can muddy the waters if you genuinely want to help people. Anon has already been dealing with that. How much is his talk actually worth. Something must've happened for him to go that route.
My concern is that he'll attract more and more Equestrians. Whatever he is talking about, some of them are resonating with it.
I'm also curious about that financial legitimacy aspect too. I wonder how many here would love to get paid for what they do. Or to have that sort of fame where they can show up and people will make a big to do about wanting what you make for free, or for trade. Or commission. After all, if you're good at what you do, why would you ever do it for free? Almost seems pessimistic.

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today i dreamt of Fringe

>be me
>smacked 6 beers at a tavern after my 12 hour shift at the cancer chemical factory
>on the way to my small 1 bedroom apartment
>it´s dark as fuck out and the city is deserted
>meet a 4eyed fuzzball at an intersection
>"hi, anon!"
"good evening"
>"what are you doing walking around this place when it´s this dark out?"
"getting home from work"
>"let me escort you, it´s dangerous alone at night"
>we have met before
>i walked her to her apartment after i bumped into her once before
>she´s insistent on returning the favor
>we get to my place
>i reheat tomato soup for her
>"i guess i´ll have to stay the night, i can´t walk home alone at night through this gypsy ridden part of town"
>she insists on sleeping in my bed
>i sleep naked, i can´t let her sleep there, i´d be unhygienic
>that makes her want to sleep on my bed even more
>she refuses to let me take the couch
>we go to sleep together in my bed
>she´s lying on top of me like picrel
>wake up because it´s 10 degrees celsius (aprox. 50hamburgers) in my room

>>43530265
>he dreams of ponies
I'm jealous

>>43530265
You wouldn't last an hour with her, anon. Let's be honest. Trespassing charge won't stick, you let her in too eagerly. Rape charge won't stick, she didn't even have to lead it in. Raw heat and a clench of thighs was enough. Just hope she isn't serious when she says her charges might stick with all of that evidence soaked in on her.
As the zoomies say, you're cooked.

>>43530438
>Rape charge won't stick, she didn't even have to lead it in
can´t rape the willing
>her charges
see above

>>43530265
She tries to give you a wing-hand job.

>>43531007
>tries
>implying she hasn't practiced on many items

>>43530670
Gotta remember, if she puts on the waterworks... no one's gonna believe you. Anon's smart. Smart enough to not test her when she says it because it only has to work once.

>>43529728
>”And in other news: With the anniversary of the pony rights protests fast approaching, the mayor has announced plans to erect a statue dedicated to this historical event as well as to honor the lives, pony and human alike, that were lost in the riots that follow-”
>You quickly snatch the tv remote and switch the channel
>”Hey! I wanted to hear about that!”
“Why? It’s just a statue made for brownie points! They don’t give a shit about any of this! Last year that bastard was giving speeches about how we should be kinder to the police! Fuck that guy! I hope he rots in hell.”
>You take a deep breath
>It somewhat helps in calming you down
>Sugarcube is giving you a funny look
>”You’re weirdly passionate about this.”
“What? I can care about stuff like this. And why do you look so surprised? Am I just a selfish prick to you?”
>”...”
“Oh fuck off.”
>”I didn’t say anything.”
“You don’t need to-”
>You groan
>No use in blowing up over this
>You switch back to the news channel and her the controller
>She grabs it with her magic and places it away from you
“Whatever. It is just a statue.”
>She turns her gaze away from you and keeps on watching the news
>Unlike the previous times you two have watched tv together you are sat in the middle instead of opposite extremes
>All of a sudden Sugarcube leans into you
>It feels nicer than you’d like to admit
>You wrap an arm around her
>”Did you actually care for pony rights back then?”
>Well that’s a loaded question
“... I did. Though I suppose I wasn’t that passionate. I was never much of an activist, so I didn’t participate in those protests.”
>”And do you still care?”
“You want a better wage, don’t you?”
>”I was just wondering in general!”
“I don’t think I care much about anything in general. Besides Annie.”
>She looks like she wants to argue about that last point but prefers to keep quiet
>You have been acting like a deadbeat lately, after all
>The news about the statue are gone by now
>You let your body relax and tune out the noise from the tv
>”So, was that comment about my wage an offer or?”
>You are forced to remember once more that her salary is below minimum wage
>What an ally you are
“We can arrange a pay raise. Anything else you want to go over?”
>”I want an actual bed.”
“Right. I’ll get you one.”
>”Good.”
>...
>”Anon?”
“Yes?”
>”Do I actually look pretty like this? With the rose and lipstick I mean.”
>You look at her confused
>”What? Us ponies also enjoy being pretty.”
“You know I’m not attracted to ponies, right?”
>”That’s not what I’m asking.”
>A horse wearing makeup
>By all means it should look more stupid than anything
>Perhaps that’d be the case for earth horses
>But Equestrian ponies are different
>Sapient, more expressive
>You take one good look at her
“I suppose you do look pretty like this.”
>She smiles a little

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>>43530265
GIWTWM.
>>43532029
They seem to be getting closer.

>>43532125
Through the mutual acknowledgment of each others' pain a proper truce has been formed. And yet, the wounds from the past remain open. Even if the road ahead seems less lonely it won't be any smoother, though perhaps the destination will make it a worthwhile(?)

>>43532029
Huh, did the wife die at the protests?

>>43532370
Will a truce last if it can't withstand friction?

>>43532125
What a cutie!

>>43533066
Friction will smooth out the edges, or burn everything.

Bump

Hold your yandere close tonight friends, or they won't be happy.

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>>43532370
I have hope that together, and with many more cuddle sessions, they'll begin to mend each other's traumas. Outside of their own personal woes, they must work in tandem to raise Annie and provide a loving stable home for her, which will no doubt strengthen their bond even moreso.
>>43533069
Thanks, fren. I'm inclined to agree, Sugarcube is a qt.

>>43511558
who drew this

>Be Sugarcube
>Currently in the living room
>Everyone is asleep
>You could go to sleep in the basement where your (air)bed is, but the couch is comfier
>At least it would be if it weren't for that bump you keep feeling
>You check under the cushions
>Beneath one of them you find a... pea?
>How did that get in there?
>You remove it and lie down again
>The bump is gone
>You can go back to sleeping now, you suppose

>>43534790
damn, Anon needs to get thicker couch cushions if you can feel a pea through them

>>43534473
Look at that belly, I want to kiss it all over.

I wanna see the mares from the recent greens front facing (You) with the statement "predators have forward facing eyes" somewhere above or below them.

>>43534790
What a cute bump.

Visions of imminent cruelty... I'm starting to think Anon shouldn't have let Sally win.

Midday slow bump
>>43534530
Don't remember, was looking on twibooru.

>>43534906
20 mattresses and 20 featherbeds over the cushions should do the trick

>>43532029
>”Daddy?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
>”Remember that homework I had to do? About the biography?”
“Of course I do. What about it?”
>”I was thinking, would it be alright if I wrote about mom instead?”
>You stop to stare at her for a couple seconds
>You don’t feel any jealousy nor rage with that request
>Just an awkward feeling in your gut
>Still
“Well I don’t see anything wrong with that. Go ahead.”
>”Thanks daddy.”
“You’re welcome.”
>In the corner of your peripheral vision you see Sugarcube looking your way
>As of this morning you two are sat together side by side
>It just sort of happened and none of you bothered to switch places
>You go back to your breakfast of the day
>French toast with some coffee
>Sugarcube sure was generous when adding sugar to the batter
>You didn’t even add syrup to your toast and you still think it’s sweet enough
>Are ponies sugar junkies? Do they not have to worry about diabetes?
>Either way you’re sure this counts as dessert of some kind
>The rest of your breakfast goes on as usual
>Annie leaves for school, not before kissing you and Sugarcube on the cheek
>Eventually, you too leave for work
“See you later.”
>”Have fun at work.”
>You snort
“I’ll try.”
>And off to work you go
>And in the blink of an eye you are back at the office
>As you pass by Light River’s cubicle she waves at you
>You wave back at her before locking yourself in your cubicle
>Solitude
>At last
>Your mind wanders off as you work away the hours of your shift
>It keeps looping back to Sugarcube
>Her wearing your wife’s makeup
>Her using your wife’s perfume
>You hugging her as if she were your wife
>You feel a pit form in your stomach once more
>You really need to put yourself out there before a horse of all things ends up-
>”Hi anon!”
>Speaking of horses
“Shouldn’t you be at your desk?”
>She looks at you weird
>”Anon, the shift is over.”
>You look at the time
“Huh. It seems I lost track of time. Anyway, do you need something?”
>”Not really, just wanted to check in on you. See how you’re doing and all that.”
>Just how lonely is she for her to keep visiting you?
“I’m doing fine, thanks for asking.”
>”Glad to hear that.”
>”So, will you be working over-”
“I’m not.”
>”Oh.”
>She looks like a puppy that was just left outside on a rainy night
>”Well… I suppose I’ll be seeing you tomorrow.”
>You try your hardest to suppress a groan
>You would rather just go home
>Try to be a father for once instead of locking yourself in a cubicle
>Then again your coworker’s thinly veiled pity party is having an effect on you
>You peek out of your cubicle
>All the pony workers happily greet and make small talk with each other
>Except her
>Even the other ponies in the building ignore her

>>43536722
Sorry office pony, pony mom is waiting.

>>43536722
>*Diiing* *Diiing*
>What’s taking so long?
>You know she can answer it
>*Click*
>”Hello? This is Anon's residency. How can I help you?”
“Sugarcube, it’s me.”
>”Oh! Sorry, I still have trouble recognizing phone numbers. Do you need anything?”
>You take a deep breath
“Just figured I should let you know I will get home later than usual.”
>”You aren’t going drinking, are you?”
“I’m not. I just thought of maybe hanging out with a friend.”
>You do air quotes when saying that last part
>"..."
>”Please get home before dinner.”
“I will. Anyway, see ya.”
>”See you later.”
>You hang up and then begin walking towards Light’s cubicle
>Her ears were perked up as high as they could
>”Hm? I thought you already left.”
“About that. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out together.”
>Her face immediately lights up
>”I-I would love to!”
>Without a second thought she turns off her computer and grabs her saddlebags
>”Lead the way anon!”
>You two repeat the same process as the other day
>This time around however, you make a stop at a park
>It was kind of large, with not that many people walking around. It was fairly unkept however
>You briefly considered going to a mall, but you’re not sure whether or not she could afford to go shopping
>She seems happy enough to just walk around and stretch her wings
>”Ooh, nice choice anon!”
“You’ve been here before?”
>”Before flying back to the complex I like to make a stop here. It’s a nice place to rest, plus there’s drinking fountains in there, so I can save some money on water.”
“Flight must be really nice, huh?”
>”Well yeah; it can get pretty tiring though, plus you have to watch out for the power lines. One touch and you can spend the night at the veterinary.”
>You raise an eyebrow at that comment
“And you aren’t afraid of flying around the city?”
>”Used to. Not anymore though, I learned pretty well how to avoid them back at my previous job. Used to deliver food around the city and you know how that goes with people wanting to get their orders as fast as possible.”
>”I kinda miss it, you know? The thrill of blitzing through the city was great, plus I got some hefty tips from frequent customers.”
“And why did you quit then?”
>”I hurt my wing during a delivery. It healed fine as you can see but I was afraid of flying around for a while. Then our company shared an ad for a pony secretary in my PSIC and I applied for it. And then my first ever rush hour cured my fear of flying!”
>She lets out a hearty laugh at her own comment
>As you two walk around you pass an ice cream stand
>After about a second of consideration you decide to buy some
>You look at Light River
>She’s giving you a pleading look with her eyes
“You want some?”
>She nods enthusiastically
>And so you buy her a cone of her own
>She chose vanilla

>>43536863
Did he hold the cone for her so she can eat it out of his hand?

>>43537245
She's holding the cone with her forehooves while flying in place

>>43536863
>You two are now sitting at a park bench
>Light River is thoroughly enjoying the ice cream cone
>She looks kinda cute
“I was wondering, how did you learn how to use a computer? Did they teach you over at the complex?”
>”I kinda knew the basics already, but yeah, they did teach me back at the PSIC. That computer was really outdated though.”
“And how did you know the basics?”
>“Family.”
>You raise an eyebrow at that
>Light River notices your face
>”Oh. They weren’t my biological family, mind you. I meant the family that owned me! We were so close that I was basically one of their own!”
>That leaves you with more questions than answers
>Would it be insensitive to ask?
>She can always just refuse to elaborate if that were the case, so might as well
“Can you uh… Can you elaborate a bit on that?”
>”On what?”
”Your family”
>You do air quotes when saying that
>”Oh! Sure, I don’t mind. I don’t remember much of my actual family, but I must have been around ten years old when they bought me. They used to own this fancy restaurant. I helped clean up the tables and make sure everything was in order. I eventually became a waitress after a couple years. The customers loved me, I tell you!”
>She sounds really nostalgic when saying that
>”Of course I couldn’t stay at the restaurant all the time so they let me stay at their house when I was off work. I helped keep the house tidy, obviously but it was clear they loved me as their own.”
>”They also had a daughter, five years younger than me and I was basically a big sister for her. Gosh we were inseparable!”
>A tear begins rolling down her cheek, but her smile doesn't falter for a second
>”Ah, what I wouldn’t do to be with them again…”

>>43538034
“So why aren’t you?”
>She laughs at your question
>”Because they recognized I should be free, of course!”
>More and more tears begin to stream down her eyes
>”Shortly after they abolished pony slavery they sat me down at the dinner table and told me that I had to go. They said I wouldn’t be living with them anymore and that it was about time I made a life for myself.”
>”I must have cried and begged for hours on end but eventually they got me to see the truth. I’ve been trying to live out my best life for them since then.”
“So they abandoned you.”
>She laughs, though it sounded more strained this time around
>”Anon, didn’t you hear anything I said? They let me free because they cared for my happiness!”
“But why couldn’t they just hire you? If you were family to them wouldn’t it make sense for them to keep you around?”
>”...”
>She is trying her hardest to force a smile on her face
>At the same time, she is trembling
“Light?”
>”Anon?”
“Yes?”
>”You really shouldn’t give your opinion about people you don’t know. You don’t know their intentions, you don’t know what they were like, why you don’t even know how they looked like! SO KEEP THOSE OPINIONS TO YOURSELF!”
>You flinch at her sudden yelling
>Her ears are pinned all the way back and she’s struggling to catch her breath
“... You’re right. Sorry for assuming.”
>It takes a couple more seconds for her to compose herself
>”It’s alright Anon, I forgive you. Besides, you’re not the first one to make those assumptions. All the ponies at the PSIC keep telling me that; it really grates under my nerves, you know?”
“I can tell.”

Can't stop won't stop. I like how your story has possessed you. I need to sit down and catch up.

>>43538039
Got some buttons that trigger her. Anon just walked right up to it and pushed it.

>>43538152
It's hard to resist the urge of pressing a big, red button. Sometimes even if said button is a metaphorical one.

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>>43535115
Likewise, fren.
>>43538039
The more we learn about Light River, the more I'm beginning to see the cracks in her psyche. This girl is seriously troubled. She's starting to give me Pinkamena vibes.

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>>43538168
>She's starting to give me Pinkamena vibes.
Yep, it's time to read this green.

>>43538168
>”Anon, did you forget to pay the electric bill?”

>>43538168
Psychological problems are kind of a given for victims of slavery I'm afraid. The nature of them may differ but the source is all the same. The way I see things the major difference between Light River and Sugarcube is the degree in which their spirits were broken by their experience as slaves. I'm not sure if "foil" would be the right term but I do think there's a certain dichotomy between these two mares. Also, for anyone curious Sugarcube is a couple years older than Light (and a bit taller).

>>43538226
I know she was defending her family, but it does feel like they pushed her out because it was an old shame. Don't know much more though.

I keep trying to work over in my head how a yandere Celestia might work.
She imprisons you under the guise of you being a potentially dangerous xeno-equestrian lifeform. And then that's it... she's got you.
She keeps you sequestered in a room in the castle - which she owns
In the heart of Canterlot - which she owns
In the heart of Equestria - which she owns.
Even if you somehow manage to escape a castle filled with guards and a city also filled with guards and manage to hide yourself out in the countryside you're not getting very far on two legs unless your plan is to completely avoid all signs of civilization until you hit Yakyakistan.
And you're probably going to have to travel even further than that before you're completely outside of any form of equestrian intelligence or force projection.
Your odds are slightly better if you're also a pony in this scenario but only in the sense that you don't have the massive debuff of being able to get spotted from several miles out on silhouette alone. And once your face gets put on wanted posters and those posters get distributed out you're pretty much equally screwed.
You know this. Celestia knows this. So threats are basically unnecessary. And since she's 1000 years old she's infinitely more patient than you and infinitely better at playing the long game so there's nothing you can really do to piss her off.
Her yandere treatment is just going to be her smothering you until you give up resisting.
Which does have its own sort of tension, I think. But lacks the active sense of danger I think a good yandere story needs.
I think Daybreaker would be better at the whole violence and domination shtick, but then we're basically dealing with a character that's Celestia in name only.
I think it's the same way with Nightmare Moon/Luna where I could totally see Nightmare Moon yandere-ing out if she ever fixated on one person/pony in particular but Luna herself is too much of a dork to really do anything other than grab you and hold you until you stop squirming.

>>43538612
If you want to do slow burn (heh), maybe her obsession with anon grows over time. She could hold anon at first with genuine interest for this strange interdimensional alien but as she gets to know him and begins falling in love she gradually turns into Daybreaker, at which point there's nothing anypony can do except maybe Luna.

>>43538612
You have to build it up. Celestia can’t just go full Yandere on you. Some interest, then fascination, until obsession. Start with full obsession with Anon having no way to prep is auto game over.

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>>43535273
An attempt was made.
>>43538222
Trips don't lie, Anon is in debt with the light company. Hell hath no fury like a Sugarcube without TV, so he better get this fixed soon.
>>43538226
True, ponies subjected to slavery are likely to be riddled with PTSD, among other issues as well. With that in mind, it's understandable why these mares are the way they are. Also, how you interpret Light River I find interesting, and it's sort of opened my eyes to the subtleties of her character. I recall that not even the other ponies will talk to her at the office, and considering her outburst with Anon, I can only assume that she's lashed out before at others in a similar manner at both the PSIC and the workplace. This behavior of hers has probably made her an outcast, and considering Anons the only person that'll give her the time of day, albeit begrudgingly, she's latched onto him quite quickly. With that all in mind, I can't help but become endeared to her. She must be so lonely. Also, fren, can you perhaps give me a bit more of a description as to what Light River looks like? It'd be greatly appreciated if possible. I wish to try my hand at doodling her.

>>43538612
I will continue to be a shameless shill by posting my own take on a princess taking severe interest in (You): https://ponepaste.org/4887
I'll also say that it tends to depend on how fast or slow it'll go. She can't invade your dreams and warp your sense of reality to the point you can't tell when you're awake but she can basically do anything else. Presuming her magic can still easily eclipse Twilight, presume that she can use any spell to mess with you at any point, for any purpose.
If she decides to not do that... oh boy. Anything else is on the table. One thing I can imagine is that (You) are infinitely fragile and have a limited lifespan if it remains unassisted. She may have patience but she will ramp that up to your scale. It would be silly of her to weather you down over fifty years if you simply end up an old man. It also means that death itself may not be an escape.

>>43538674
Christ alive Sally is haunting. Fringe has the expression of someone you should never trust. Mettle... Precious Mettle. I don't want to see what she sees.
Excellent work anon.

>>43538674
At this distance their prey is already doomed. I am terrified drawfriend.

>>43538674
>Also, fren, can you perhaps give me a bit more of a description as to what Light River looks like?
I imagine her coat to be dark hue of a prussian blue with a white streak that runs from her throat to her belly and all the way to her dock. Said white streak is the reason for her name (Light River as in: A river made of light, not a river that is light). Her mane (messy bob cut) and tail are both a simple black color and her body proportions are that of a normal pegasus. Hope this helps, fren!

Pre-bed bump

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>>43538687
Thanks fren, I'm glad you like it. Also neat analysis on Sally, Fringe, and Precious' expressions. I must say that all sounds fairly accurate. They're such friendly little mares, aren't they?
>>43538691
True, it's too late to run. But be not afraid, it won't be so bad, fren.
>>43538811
This was extremely helpful, fren. Thanks a bunch, I appreciate it immensely. She sounds so cute.

>>43538963
Somehow, Sally still looks the most unhinged out of all of them. Light River is a cute.

>>43538674
>That manecut
>Fangs
I'd let Sally break me.

>>43539182
She's just a happy chappy. Makes me wonder how successful her normal poker face is. Then again Anon is really the only one that has ever made her expose herself so openly so it could be that just means he's on her mind.

>>43538963
>Crazy Rarity
I can fix her

>>43539387
Do you really see her as faulty, to want to "fix" her?

>>43539568
Well someone called her crazy.

>>43538039
>You two end up ditching the park after a while
>For as samey as the concrete jungle can be, a walk down the streets can be pleasant from time to time
>Light is constantly in the lookout for any food stand, sometimes flying overhead to get a better view
>She has no money on herself, of course
>But she can beg you to buy her some
>Luckily for you (and your wallet) she hasn’t found anything yet
>”I’m still curious about your family, Anon. How are they?”
“I have a daughter. She’s in 6th grade.”
>”Aw! I bet she’s adorable.”
“She is.”
>Light suddenly looks a bit remorseful
>”She doesn’t get sad when you are out of the house, does she?”
>That is a good question
>Does she?
>She did say she was used to it at this point
>That only makes you feel worse however
“I don’t think she gets too sad. Besides, she has a nanny that takes care of her when I’m away.”
>”That’s good to hear! And I bet her mom also helps with making her feel less lonely.”
“...”
>”Did I say something wrong?”
“She’s gone.”
>Her eyes suddenly widen
>”Oh my gosh!I thought you- with that phone call you made a-and all that! Sorry for bringing it up!”
“It’s alright. You didn’t know.”
>She flies up to you and gives you a hug
>”I know, but I still feel bad.”
>She doesn’t let go
>It would be awkward if it wouldn’t feel so nice
>People walking by are giving you weird looks
>But why?
>You’re only walking around with a friendly pegasus… that is firmly hugging you from behind…
>Light seems to realize the same thing and immediately lets go off you
>”S-Sorry about that. hehe.”
>You figure it’s about time you head back to your car before-
>”Excuse me, miss! Would you be interested in trying some E&H brand eyeshadow?”
>You look to your side
>As it turns out you were walking right by a store that sold beauty products
>A dolled up unicorn mare was the one talking to Light
>Blonde mane, cream coat, purple eye shadow
>Sugarcube was prettier
>Wait
>Why the fuck did you think that?
>“Oh! I don’t even have my saddlebags with me, I’m sorry.”
>”It’s alright, miss. This is a free sample after all!”
>As if on cue the unicorn levitates a comically small tray of eyeshadow
>”I’m sure your human friend could hold it for you in the meantime.”
“Can ponies even use that?”
>”Of course they can! E&H products can be used by humans and ponies alike with no problem. In fact, the founders of E&H sought to create makeup for ponies from the very beginning! Isn’t it lovely that they cared for pony beauty all those decades ago?”
>You raise an eyebrow at that comment
>Why would a bunch of rich assholes want to doll up their pony slaves?
>...
>On second thought, you REALLY don’t want to entertain that question
>”Can you hold it for me Anon?”
>Light River snaps you out of your thoughts
“Yeah, sure.”
>You pick up the eyeshadow and look at it
>Perhaps someone you know could like this