So many of you and on the rest of /mlp have never had a single independent thought in your including "I want to be a pony!!" and you don't realize it's because the modern world is shit and you're making no effort to control your situation or create something good or meaningful. No one's going to remember a fifth of a greentext they read unless it actually has something worth saying. You think anyone remembers the nights they drink too much beisdes "fuck shouldn't do that again". Find some actual drugs that make you feel better, either through a psychiatrist or just buying whatever weed or hallucinogens you might need. Have a sense of mindfulness about this, you're never going to be a pony if you're constantly jacking off to horses raping each other. That leads to more jacking off instead of significant improvements in your shitty chud incel life, closeted eggs. Get your own OC, you know how many dumb ass anon fillies are in the herd? You're not special or different unless you actually want to be. Not going to be checking this because 4chan is a cancer website made by a guy who liked too much sleazy child hentai for Something Awful's lowtax to be cool with. Dang maybe Moot should kill himself too, that'd be based. Any moderator who deletes this is okay with child rape, which makes sense because they get to see a lot of it.

>>43613085
Mods, turn this guy into a filly

>>43612539
Fresh thread fresh story:

A long day shift comes to a close for a close band of coworkers. Covered in dust and filth from the Lumber mill the rugged workers make their way through the cold Pacific Northwest sprinkling rain to their cars. Chris tosses up his truck keys with a joyful smile and catches them in the air with a swift swipe with his hand finally freed from another shift.
The key sinks into the keyhole of his old white ford ranger as his coworkers lean against the bed of the truck. Chris pauses wanting to just go home and lay on the couch for a bit but i can't simply say no.
"Hey Chris, were going out to have a couple beers and some wings, want to join us?" Hank the team lead asks gasping for breath as his mass leans the little truck
Chris opens the door with it's familiar quiet squeak as he pretends to contemplate the offer. "Yea, I'd love to guys but i have some stuff i need to take care of at home". Chris explains ever so slowly retreating to the comfort of the driver's seat
A quiet chuckle of murmurs go among the men as they meander back to their cars "Ah yea, important stuff like planting your ass cheeks on the couch. Must be critical shit with how fast you book it out of here every day" Jake teases refusing to relent "there's a special tonight for the buffalo wings even your broke ass can eat" he laughs with his energetic wiry frame shifting all about
Chris starts the truck flipping the bird "fuck you Jake, i aint broke. Im actually about to go get a new TV" he explains raising his voice over the cold start belt squeal
Hank chuckes at the thought, "yea, new to you. I haven't seen you doing any overtime, i know what you get paid, you aint gonna afford no new TV" he explains with a grunt pushing himself off the truck as it sways to find center
"Fuck you guys, i had to get a new one, the old one started showing like blue diamonds or some shit all over the screen." Chris explains with a smile, "how about next week? I will be free for some drinks then"
The coworkers have a little laugh before starting to shuffle away as Jake chimes in once more "alright, next week then, after your loan for the 6 piece wings gets approved"
Chris slams the door shut flipping jake off once more. "Fuuuuuuck youuuuuu, I'll see you tomorrow Slenderman, later hank" Chris waves as the trusty little white ranger crushes the gravel under his tires on his way to the store

>>43613085
I want to turn everyone into a pony with a machine

be me and work in science lab
accidentally drop the gizmo that exposes you to pony tf radiation
mfw am green horse now
trapped and put into horse jail
now all the mares are hugging me

>>43614579
>now all the mares are hugging me
oh no

What happened to the gizmo, so I can make sure to safely contain it.

>>43498199
>>43498199
Cool backstory.

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>>43613085
>Any moderator who deletes this is okay with child rape, which makes sense because they get to see a lot of it.
Pic related
It sucks that ptfg is in many ways one of the larger idiot pits on /mlp/. Some of us have at least gotten some escape velocity but the problem is there's not a great world to escape to in most cases. What's wrong with spending your off hours when you're not working reading or writing or talking or drawing about something you're passionate about? This is a great place to cut your teeth artistically because it's super dead and gets regular bumps from The Bumper. The problem is that most of the people who were cool enough to create cool shit for this place eventually realized that it's just simply too uncool. Very few remain. You know who you are <3

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damn i wish i were her

>>43621414
Honestly I'm here because I want to see it include more "character into X" artwork.
Problem is I don't think to post anything most of the time. :(

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>>43621432
>This is the fifth night in a row Luna has dreamt of this dancing filly.
>She's beginning to wonder if she can get away with murder in the dream realm.

>>43613173
Chris pulls the little white ranger into the pawn shop lot. He pulls up his dusty hoodie to brave the misty Oregon rain. With any luck, his guy behind the counter can get him a good deal as per usual. The door of the white ranger creaks open as he stretches wiping some of the fine saw dust off his hoodie before continuing into the store loathing the idea of having to cough up money for a TV but it has to be done.
The alarm dings as he hobbles his way inside the pawnshop, he scans the glass cases looking for anything that might catch his eye, maybe a new pocket knife or a chain. Nothing catches his interest as he works his way deeper into the store back towards the larger items, and electronics.
Chris pauses as he feels an odd sensation, motivation, inspiration all hit him at once. Fanciful visions of his trailer done up with beautiful curtains to bring some color to the space dance across his mind. His hands jitter, as his mind wanders maybe some area rugs and seat covers too would really tie the space together. He shakes the thoughts from his mind wondering what the hell got into him. He glances over to the counter in the back and with a big smile he pulls down his hood
"Yoooo, Ruiz, what's good man!" Chris cheers making his way to the counter
"Uh oh! Look who it is, what can i do for you Chris" Ruiz teases tapping his ring on the glass expecting a fun round of negotiations
"Just looking for a TV man. Got anything good? Ithink i want a big one this time" Chris explains feeling the hairs on his neck tingle
"Yea, TVs, gonna be in the back. I got a nice big one that should probably fit in your truck alright if you want to check it out"
"Sweet, you made sure it works and everything?"
Ruiz scoffs at the idea "what kinda low rate operation do you think we run here, of course i tested it. Come on, it's in the back" Ruiz explains coming around the counter
Chris freezes at the counter trying to understand the strange thoughts that keep trying to worm their way into his mind. He only makes a few steps to the back of the store before catching a glimpse of the most stunningly gorgeous machine he has ever laid his eyes on. A massive red sewing machine with brass trim and 3 blue diamonds painted onto the side.
The inhibitions melt away as Chris approaches the machine laying a finger on it to examine the clean, smooth, yet industrial finish of the machine. Despite a fine layer of dust it shines like a monument to beauty itself. His breathing hitches as his hand wipes away the dust. A smile comes across his face as the inspiration pours from his mind, a Loving waltz partner in the form of cold metal that shapes his every whim into a clean stitch
"Yo bro! It's back here, whatchu looking at" Ruiz asks gesturing him towards the back of the store
His hand lingers on the machine wiping the dust off the 3 blue gems. He takes his hand away in a bite of realization wondering what he's doing "Yea, I'm coming" Chris waves off forcing himself to look away

>>43622236
Ruiz gives his pitch on the TV but the words fall on Chris's deaf ears as he shuffles in a restless fit. His heart pounds as he keeps thinking about the sewing machine and everything he could accomplish, the temptations are so alluring, the pride, the status that comes with a well furnished home and lavish clothes. He shakes the thoughts out of his head once more hearing snapping fingers
"Hey, hey Chris, are you high or something?" Ruiz asks trying to make sense of the situation
Chris fueled by his fear and confusion snaps back "dude, what's the price on the TV? I want to go home and watch some basketball, alright? Fuck." Chris sighs with exasperation trying to keep his mind on track
Ruiz takes a moment to process. Seeing Chris lash out in this way forces him to take a step back "sure man, the TV is $220, because you're my friend i have no problem with $180 and I'll give you a tarp to take it home"
Chris takes a breath feeling more like himself again hearing the prices. He raises his head in triumph looking over the TV, it's a great deal by any stretch of the imagination, but he knows Ruiz probably got it for rock bottom price. Just a question of how far will Ruiz chase him there. With his hand covering his mouth pondering the TV, he shoots his counteroffer "how much for the sewing machine, FUCK!" He yells at himself forcing himself to bite his tongue
"The sewing machine? I don't know, bro. Been there forever man, maybe $80" Ruiz groans scratching his head wondering is this is some new masterful negotiation tactic he has never seen before
"I'LL TAKE IT" He blurts out fumbling for a hundred from his wallet
Ruiz stands in bewilderment trying to piece together the tactic. "Nah bro, im not doing $100 for this TV" Ruiz laughs not taking him seriously
"No, i want that sewing machine, right now, $100 i need it" Chris grips his hair pacing away from the TV. "fuck what am i doing?" He groans to himself under his breath
"Bro, if you're gonna strip the fucking copper out if that bitch, you're better off using the money to buy crack" Ruiz laughs already tired of the joke
"You're right, you're absolutely right" Chris breathes pressing his thumbs againsthis temples to force himself to Wonder what he's thinking about why he can't control the words marching off his tongue
Panic consumes Chris as the hundred slips from his fingers, a little tug, a slip and the bill escapes his weak grasp woth no effort
"So, you still want the sewing machine? I'll put it in the truck for you" Ruiz cautiously explains carefully checking for any sudden moves from Chris
Chris zones out, one small glance at the machine floods him with inspiration once more, curtains. The exact material, color, and shine all come to mind a smile creeps onto his face as he sighs forgetting the bill slipped from his fingers "that would be lovely" Chris sighs carefully wiping the dust off the machine
"Right...if you uh, change your mind tomorrow bro, just come on in" Ruiz quietly whispers

>>43621462
Who is she?

>>43622711
It’s an OC named Crystal Lattice from the Landfall CYOA. See >>37677380
I’m hoping you don’t have any follow-up questions as I know next to nothing about this story and was only able to find its source + the barest of context.

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>Haha! You feel for my trap. The bowl said take one candy but you took many, activating the spell to turn you into a bat pony mare.
>You shall remain like this for the rest of your life. And you will birth one bat pony foal for each additional candy you took. Like this, you shall learn to be humble and generous.

>So how many extra candies did you take?

>>43624427
Oh, shi... Let me take some more

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>>43624427
Shit. By your definition, how many does a bag of M&Ms count as?

>>43612539
Whose oc?

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>>43625421
Don't worry. Just one per bag. Though that's six bags so...

>>43625633
I've never been so relieved to hear that there are six bat pony foals in my future

>>43622491
Bro you're on fire

>>43627062
Hell yea, good to hear
>>43622491
The little white ranger pulls under the car port as Chris pulls together all his fabric yards sighing with relief. Feeling the silky royal purple velvet in his fingers brings him unparalleled joy. Rubbing his cheek on the fabric he cannot help but think about how nice the ribbon trim will work on the curtains with the correct pleating. The rangers door creaks open rushing with glee to get started. His key sinks right into the door of his single wide and flies open. He hums a classic tune setting the fabric down with care before retrieving the true prize of the night. Clumsily stumbling down the stairs he drops the tailgate and rolls off the protective tarp to reveal the blue gems gleaming in the pale moonlight. He hugs the machine like a cherished girlfriend sighing with relief as the misty rain patters on the carport on a steady rhythm. Hauling the cumbersome machine out of the bed, a mischievous giggle escapes his lips. Chris cannot eacape the fantasy. No matter how much he yearns to crack open a cold on and watch the game, his hands remain restless and anxious. Hauling the machine over his shoulder right up the flimsy stairs onto the living room. He kicks the random trash out of the way as he gingerly sets the machine down. In the dimly lit single wide, the brass trim still gleams in the cheap flouresent light. Chris gazes around the filthy room. Piles of cans he hasn't taken out yet, a kitchen piled with dirty plates and old takeout boxes, and pealing laminate. The inspiration vanishes looking to the absolute state of his life in the trailer. The joy, the drive the energy drains from his soul as he stumbles over to thoroughly worn couch throwing himself down in defeat.
Glancing up to the sewing machine with clarity he throws his face into his palms. "Fuck man, what was i thinking!? I don't fucking know how to sew why the fuck did i buy a sewing machine." He groans into his palms trying to understand what came over him.
"Fuck, Ruiz is probably gonna laugh at me, craft store sure as shit aint gonna take that fabric back. AND I HAVE NO TV! FUCK!" Chris yells throwing an empty can at the unwelcome machine
His fingers grip his hair as his heart pounds with anger. With a pissed off growl he glances over to the machine. This was no coincidence, Chris knows he wasn't high, but something came over him like he's never experienced before, prank or not, that machine is going back to the pawn shop to get his money back. His eyes lock on the gems with contempt as the silence rings in his ears. With fierce determination he rises to his feet shuffling his way to the bathroom. "Ruiz better not be fucking lying about getting my money back" Chris grumbles getting ready to turn in for the night

>>43628667
Nice alternation between the two manic states fighting for control of his masculinity (that goes for the scene in the pawn shop as well). You’ve got a good slow burn developing.

>>43628747
I greatly appreciate the kind words. the story is flowing quite well. I do need to slow down the pace a bit though but i think once the effects start to become impossible to ignore
>>43628667
The little white Ranger rolls up to the Lumber mill as Chris shuts off the engine. His heavy sleepy eyes sting with pain as he rests his forehead against the steering wheel. No matter how hard he tried to ignore the intrusive thoughts, his attempts to sleep were constantly swept aside to intense visions of what can be. As he jolts himself back awake he groans wondering why he cares that the curtains should have satin trim instead of Grosgrain edge. The rangers door creaks open as he stumbles his way to the mill taking a breath and leaving the strange thoughts behind.
He stumbles into the locker room with a yawn as his coworkers make his way in behind him "Man, i should have called in sick today. I couldn't fucking sleep last night" Chris explains as he fumbles the code on his lock
"Yea man, you look like shit, need to bum a monster or something?" Jake asks getting his work clothes on. "Otherwise there's a pot of coffee in the break room"
The lock pops open much to Chris's relief as he feels as though he can finally relax. The worrying thoughts atleast don't affect him at work. "Yea, I'll manage, I'll just take it easy today and-"
"Only today? Get a load of this clown, you've been taking it easy since boss out your ass on the floor" jake laughs getting a few coworkers to chuckle along
"Yea, yeah, i get it asshole," Chris groans throwing down his sweat pants and picking his pants out of the locker as a chorus of cheers from hos coworkers seizes his attention
"Yo Chris! When the fuck did you get a tramp stamp?" Jake laughs as Hank chuckes and gives a wolf whistle leaving the locker room to clock in
Chris, caught in an insomnia fueled daze, glances over to his coworkers in bewilderment "Dude, don't fuck with me, im not having that shit today" Chris growls putting his legs though his pants
"Nah dude, you got a diamond on your ass cheek dude, when the fuck did you get that tattoo" Jake explains with a deadly serious tone
Chris glares glancing down at the waistband of his boxers. His eyes slam wide open instantly shattering the spell of exhaustion. His hand claws up his underwear hiding the mark on his cheek in a flash of desperation. His teeth chatter as he leans in his locker gasping for air pulling up his pants. A black outline of 3 gems just like the ones on the sewing machine. How? When could someone have drawn them on him? Does anyone even know about the machine? How could they have drawn those gems on his ass without him knowing the fear churns his stomach violently as he supports himself on the lockers
"So you have money to get a basic bitch tattoo but nothing for a beer? I see how it is" Jake mocks as the coworkers shuffle out to clock in "see you on the floor Chris"
Chris doesn't have the energy to even acknowledge them more than a weak grunt

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>Don't you ever get tired of being a friendless loner all the time?

>>43634534
Are you suggesting that turning into a pony can cure Anon's affliction?

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>>43635696
No. But bothering to make a positive life change of his own free will might.

>>43629144
Chris slams the door to his trailer shut. He spent his entire grueling shift with mind was entirely consumed by the marks on his side. Kicking off his boots and pulling down his pants he examines the marks closely in the kitchen light. Desperate to get rid of the marks he strips down there in the living room bolting for the shower. Despite the cold water flowing Chris throws himself under the water shivering as he pumps pumice soap into his hand and starts scrubbing the mark on his side. The water slowly turns scorching hot burning his skin as he relentlessly scrubs his skin raw. Screaming out in pain he leaps out of the shower slipping and falling onto the floor. Panting and groaning he is scared to look. His butt cheek stings throbbing with red irritated pain as he forces himself to look. 3 gems, their black outline still as resistant as when he started
"Ah, fuck man! What the fuck!" Chris screams pulling at his thinning hair. "It can't be a tattoo, i never got one, nobody could have done it to me."
The hot water steams the bathroom as Chris works himself to his feet to turn off the water. His weird behavior, the odd words he's been saying here and there, and now the marks. With the water turned off and the loud sound of water raining on the cheap plastic shower base now gone, Chris wrestles with the possibility of the supernatural. He rummages through his laundry and picks out a pair of sweatpants before slowly emerging from the shower. In the silent hall interrupted only by the sounds of his footsteps creaking the floor boards he looks into the living room. The hauntingly beautiful red sewing machine lurks in the dim kitchen light it's brass warmly welcoming him to have a seat and create.
His breathing hitches at the haunting sight of it. Gulping and pulling down his waistband he compares the marks on his cheek to the blue gems painted on the machine. "it's the machine, ever since i saw that fucking thing It's been nothing but weird shit happening to me" Chris trembles taking a breath to calm his nerves.
"That fucking thing has to go, i don't care if Ruiz keeps rhe fucking money it can't stay here" he tells himself angrily clapping his hands together to hype himself up for throwing the machine back into the bed of the ranger
With determination and swagger Chris marches across the living room. With a grunt he violently grabs the machine yanking it from its established place in his home. Hauling the cumbersome machine across the floor to the door he desperately reaches for the handle. His fingers grip and yank the front door open as the thoughts start to worm their way in
"No! You're going back to Ruiz!" Chris yells with fury hauling the machine down the steps. The bitter cold of the Oregon winter rain makes his skin grow pale as the machine gets thrown into the bed of the truck. He winces stepping over the gravel but as the door to the ranger creaks open he pauses.
"I can't go out wearing only sweatpants" chris groans with modesty

>>43639920
I always thought this cover art was super cute even if the source material didn't draw me in enough to read its sequels/spinoffs

>>43639188
Chris's heart pounds as he makes his way back into the house pausing at the door. The machine needs to go, clothes be damned but some shoes and just a T shirt to throw on would be acceptable. He glances back at the machine laying patiently in the truck bed. His heart quivers with fear as inspiring thoughts as he bolts back into the house
"Shirt and Shoes, shirt and shoes, shirt and-" he trips over his boots and pants as he mindlessly repeats his desperate mantra.
Falling to the unpadded carpet floor he growls snatching up the pants and boots "God damn it! Im fucking leaving shit all over the place!" He vents kicking open the bathroom door only to be stopped by the pile of laundry.
He shoves the door open fuming in frustration. He pauses looking at the laundry pile in utter disgust before throwing his pants onto the pile.
Shaking his head, he drops his boots pressing his thumbs against his temple, "Shirt and shoes, shirt and shoes!" He yells to himself storming over to his bedroom to rummage through the pile of clothes to find something suitable for going to the store. Much to Chris's frustration the pile consists of nothing more than tattered print T shirts that should have been thrown out long ago. Chris throws up his hands in frustration sliding open the closet to find something nice. Maybe the Polo he wore to Jake's wedding? Chris thinks to himself, "actually if i do that I'd need to find the pants that went with it...a polo and sweatpants would look ridiculous"
Chris gasps in horror throwing the closet closed "SHIRT AND SHOES!" He screams as the tears leak from his eyes grabbing a shirt from the pile and ramming his feet into some shoes
Emerging from the bedroom he presses his thumbs against this temple with enough force to make him wail in pain but it's not enough, one sight of the pile of clothes in the bathroom overrides the mantra. "I do need to do a load of laundry. I'll just get it running before i go". He tells himself as his hands claw at the door frame holding him back. "Doing laundry is reasonable right?" He asks himself easing his grip on the doorframe "it can't be the machine, i haven't done laundry in weeks. It needs to be done" He rationalizes to himself as his unkempt fingernails claw at the doorframe in futile resistance. Dragging the overflowing hamper out of the bathroom, Chris diligently gets to work, sort the colors and lights, pre soak the sap coated jackets and pants, Chris's frantic breaths ease as he gets into the calming rhythm. His shoulders lower. As the whites are tossed into the wash, the colors and presoak go to their own pile. A smile works it's way to Chris's face, even as the laundry begins it's cycle, he finds himself working at the stains in his work clothes. They sure don't need to be done to any standard of perfection but they are quite noticably trashy. Chris laughs to himself as he scrubs away at the thick canvas pants in the soaking tub

>>43642119
At last. I've been waiting for this image to exist for so long.

>>43622711
>>43623841
Sadly I have to inform you that reading cyoas has been made kind of a pain in the ass by the death of anonpone. Landfall is about foalcon though so um yeah,
uh
it's a little strange

>>43516928
Good thing Twilight came to the correct decision.

>>43643806
I don't think I've ever read a CYOA that didn't take an... interesting... turn within about the fifth post.
Shame about the foalcon but it's par for the course when they get a little strange

>>43642690
I’m digging Chris’s descent! I don’t know if the occasional breakdown in grammar or run-on sentence is part of the portrayal – and kudos if it is because I do dig that kind of effect – but the flow makes it hard to follow sometimes.

>Falling to the unpadded carpet floor he growls[,] snatching up the pants and boots[.] "God damn it! I[’]m fucking leaving shit all over the place!" [h]e vents[,] kicking open the bathroom door only to be stopped by the pile of laundry.
For instance, this sentence in particular could do with at least a couple more commas and a full stop mixed in.

>>43644052
Yea freal ong

>>43640416
Why do people always try to stop Sunset Shimmer?

>>43644478
Truthfully, i write these in one shot on my lunch breaks at work so the bad grammar and spelling errors kinda come with the territory. You're not wrong though, i should probably take a minute to proofread these things before posting. Im having a blast writing this story and want to make sure those reading enjoy it too

>>43613085
>just get medicated by ZOG
i think not

>>43645953
>No Eris. I ain't gonna TF into your draconequus husband right now.

>>43642690
The clothes cycle their way through the wash, stained clothes are soaking. With a delightful chime a fresh pile of clean warm whites straight from the drier get pulled against Chris's body to relish in the warmth. With a dreamy hum, the clothes are tossed onto the couch for folding. Socks rolled up, undershirts are folded into neat little piles. Chris sighs with pure catharsis as he settles in to his pleasant evening as the rain trickles against the carport. "Maybe a hot cocoa would set the mood," he thinks to himself with delight carrying the pile of folded shirts to his room to be put away. Turning on the light, he groans with disgust at the utter state of his room, unmade bed, sheets that should have been replaced ages ago and dreadful rotten blinds. "This place needs a deep clean, that's for sure" he notes to himself pulling open the dresser drawer. His smile vanishes. The haphazardly filled drawer breaks the illusion. Dubiously clean shirts, mismatched socks all thrown in as an afterthought grip him with fear. The delightfully freshly laundered clothes aren't really him. The neat little pile falls to the floor as Chris trembles easing himself to the bed, he gasps and hyperventilates. "How did it happen? I was going to take the machine back and," Chris bites his finger in frustration as his other quivering hand reaches for the blinds. Lifting a small gap for him to peer into the darkness, he sees the faint red outline of the machine in the bed of his ranger glowing in the dim porch light. Crawling away from the window, curling up on his bed, Chris's stomach boils with uncertainty. "What's happening to me, is it even really me?" Chris begs pulling at his thinning hair once more. Like a stab in the heart, Chris shrieks in panic as the whimsical finishing tone of the washer beckons to him. His feet inch their way out of the bed as he doubts everything with all consuming paranoia. "The machine is making me do it." He whimpers to himself "but if i don't put them in the dryer now, they could get musty" Chris stares at the ceiling, paralyzed with indecision. His nervous system is shot, even the most rational choices feel forced upon him. Rolling onto his side, Chris whimpers and cries pulling the sheets over himself desperate to wake up from his nightmare as the colorful red machine lurks under the carport, patiently waiting

>>43646052
In the rare morning sunshine of the Oregon winter, Chris restlessly waits outside the pawn shop for Ruiz to open. Blasting the radio to deafening levels he's doing everything in his power to keep his mind off the machine. "Just dump it, get the money back, and buy the TV" Chris tells himself as the early morning clouds drift on by. Chris sighs with relief as he sees Ruiz unlock the door. He made it, his nightmare is over, just a few minutes his life will be back to normal. The door of the ranger creeks open as Chris storms to the door of the pawn shop
High on the achievement of bringing the machine back Chris confidently strolls through the door as the alarm chimes "Yo! Ruiz what's up? Hey man, i wasn't myself the other day when i got that sewing machine. Im actually looking at getting that TV now, same deal? Take back the machine and i take home the TV?" Chris smiles excited to get this all taken care of so he can go back to work
Ruiz scoffs at the idea. "Yea, no man, that machine is yours now, i looked at the receipts, fucker been on the floor for years." Ruiz laughs doing a little dance as though he pulled one on chris for a change
Chris's chest heaves as he clenches his teeth "what the fuck Ruiz? We had a deal"
"Yea man, deal was bring it back tomorrow, that was yesterday man. Clearly you love it if you held on to it, why don't you go and sew yourself something" Ruiz laughs getting right back to business "I'll still do $180 on the TV though"
Chris's greed gets the better of him as he throws up his hands. "So that's it? 'Fuck you I'm keeping your money', what the fuck dude?"
Ruiz backs away from the counter. "Listen man, all sales are final here, giving you a day to change your mind was already friendly courtesy on my part. If you want your money back, go list it on marketplace or something"
Chris growls pulling at his thinning hair once more "ya know what, fuck you Ruiz" Chris sighs storming out of the shop
Ruiz flashes a cheeky smile "so i take that as a no on TV?"
Kicking open the door Chris lashes out "Fuck you! Fuck your stupid store, and FUCK your sewing machine!" Chris yells whipping his middle finger before storming back to the truck in defeat. The door creaks open and slams shut in a fit of rage as the starter cranks over and hauls him off to work sewing machine and all

>>43645960
What happened to you Anon? You used to be cool.

>>43646974
Don't do it. You're gonna turn into a bat pony and she'll laugh her ass off.

>>43647573
You can't fool me! It's all gonna trickle down eventually.

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>>43646693
"Yeah well having a draconequus dick ain't all its cracked up to be."

>"Hmm. You know you're absolutely right."
>Snap!
>*POMF!*
>"Perhaps you can be my draconequus wife instead? I did a little experimenting in college. Don't worry, I can be 'hip' as the youth say."
>...
"This is even worse."

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>>43647573
>Do NOT turn into a pony.
>Ponies are the absolute worst. Constantly pushing their 'friendship' on you. I don't believe it.
>Transformed humans say they have a 97% satisfaction rate. You don't seriously believe that's possible, do you?
>It's clearly a form of brainwashing. And the way they keep pushing all their human friends to transform too. It's just not right.
>Look, I'm doing research on what's really going on. At least promise me you won't until I get to the bottom of this.

>>43647214
What's wrong with being a bat pony?

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>>43648238
2 weeks later

>So I became a pony. I was completely wrong. Being a pony is way, way better. I have so many friends now and I feel like I'm part of something for the first time in my life.
>You should come turn into a pony too. I'll take you right now. Look, I'd just rather not have any humans around here anymore. You'll understand in a minute.

>>43648238
>>43648241
Peak Pony Troon Fag General

>>43648290
>Bottom right
S-she's fast!

>>43647214
There are far worse (and funnier) shenanigans she could get up to than turning me into a bat pony.
Frankly, I don't think it'd be out of line right now for her to laugh at me for being a human.

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>>43649953
Anon's a cruel pony.

>>43650376
The comparative cruelty of anons who end up in Equestria would either make them some of the best law enforcement officers, or some of the worst

>>43651368
Is this Anonfilly? The straight mane is a pretty look.

>>43651465
More like a mare. One who needs swimming lessons.

>>43525327
Is this story on ponepaste?

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>>43651958
fixed version.
oops

>>43653192
That's really cool, and thanks for the fix.

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>>43648240
You get glued to the ceiling.

>>43652839
No, i should put it together as it's own story though. I think it's a complex enough story to justify leaving it out of the mama mare compilation

>>43653324
no problem, I realized way too late I forgot to color the clothes.
oops.

>>43653702
Cool

>>43652839
https://ponepaste.org/12214
There it is

>Pon-E hit the market… around 5 years back?
>It was during some of the heights of covid so that sounds about right
>Some people from the labs probably got it sooner
>Most ponies were kept quarantined by the government.
>All the permanent ones anyway. One dose was safe if you could get it.
>You’ve heard some fucked up stories of what they do to permaponies around here.
“I’ll show those fuckers.”
>Package marked delivered on your doorstep, hidden behind the bush
>Obviously not your house, what kind of horse nerd can afford a house
>Well sometimes the really weird ones, you do know one literal former-human pony…
>She streams a lot, pretty pink and yellow sort of creature. Not sure how she hasn’t been kidnapped.
>Package is in your hands. Your moves feel automatic at this point.
>All you can think about is the pony feeling. You had gotten it at a party before.
>Twice before. Both times were the best experiences of your life.
>Anatomically correct… you and the friend taking care of you were both into it, he seemed to love your pony form.
>He’d be missing out on this time. Solo trip.
Sat down, cut open the package. 20 lavender and purple pills.
“Twilight Sparkle”

>You can faintly smell it. Even the faint scent smells like it’s been around magical creatures.
Crack open a soda. Fuck how am I going to drink this when I’m a horse?
>Text friends on the internet to let them know you’re safe and will be safe
>The hesitation is killing you. You just keep staring at your palm, one pill, that’s all you need.
>Minutes, maybe a dozen. Now it’s time.
>3, 2, 1, fuck it.
…it slides down, tasting bitter but stimulating. Like coffee without the earthiness.
…what is to become of me?
>...takes a few hours to kick in, they say. 30-90 minutes, up to two hours.
>PC clock says it’s been 15 minutes
>PC clock says it’s been 30 minutes. You said something to some friends, something about a tingling.
>PC clock says it’s been 33 minutes, you’re just messaging some friends wondering-
“OH FUCK”
>Hoof… no, hand? Was a hand, mostly a hoof now. You can’t even click the mouse properly now.
>Left hand is fine, right hoof is not. It was always white before, why is it purple now?
>Oh, Twilight Sparkle. That’d explain the tingling in your forehead.
>Was this a designer pon-e? You thought they just turned you into the pony that was inside your soul!
>or whatever
>Your brain feels super weird, like you’ve had too much caffeine or been poisoned. Your gut feels weird and you start sweating heavily.
>You hear giggling. Not Pinkie, not any of your mental illnesses. Drug induced?
>Probably.
>You’re feeling weird, time’s passing oddly. It’s like you’re watching yourself slowly turn into a pony.
>Oh fuck…
“Hrrrnnngggg…”
>You didn’t even feel when your dick disappeared.
>Fall out of your chair. Floor is carpeted and you’re lighter than usual.
>Legs still need some work but-
“OH FUCK!!”
>Wings again. You got this during the pegasus transformations but-
”OH FUUUUCK!!!!”
>Horn too… wait what the fuck, an alicorn pill? Holy shit the value of this will be incredible.
>Your snoot too… you weren’t religious but oh sweet celestia this was painful and pleasurable, like straining against a…
>Fuck, you’ve never been this turned on by the process.
>How many grams was that? 1?
>You feel something building throughout your entire body
>Your horn is materializing as if by magic, simply glowing into existence as an exertion of your will
>Do you… know magic?
>Simple spell to start, cantrip. Dancing Lights.
And so did the pony call forth dancing lights. Ones witnessed only by her, she saw that the lights conjured were the product of good magic, while the darkness she could also conjure was to be separated from the light, so that there may be contrast and balance.
>Contrast and balance… To all things in this plane.
>The lights danced. The pony shifted into place.
>She felt eerily calm. The last two transformations had been energetic
>With a lot of really kinky sex and making use of your mare bits
>Damnit why’d you have to go reminding yourself of that.

>Were you pony now? Yeah, a complete alicorn! Brain felt happy and ponyish, you could probably do some funny things with magic?
*rubrubrubrub*
>Oh gosh you sounded cute…
>It was almost like a suggestion…
‘Roll around in bed, little pony~’
>Sounded like a great idea! Start feeling out your new, temporary body
>Land with a bounce! You’re lightweight and practically made of marshmallow or bouncy ball material. Or magic!
>Your butt is glowing. Your horn is glowing. You’re essentially in heat.
>Bent over, looking at yourself… gosh you’re a lewd little horsie
‘Try it with the hoof…~’
>Another suggestion? Whatever the hoof sounded fu- OH GOSH
‘Keep rubbing, little pony~’
>Ah, drugs telling you what you want to hear. Neat you can work yourself up like this.
>Guess the third transformation is also going to be full of kinky sex in a way
>Bent over, face in the pillow. Your hair smells nice
>Clop, clop, clop, clop clop… this wasn’t as bad as they made it seem but fuck you feel like this has been going on for hours. Time was distorted…
“A-almost…”
>Come on you cute little pony, get rid of all that energy…
“...o-oh fuck…”
>Pass the point of no return. It’d be here any second
>Clamp down with your hoof, magic to hold it there as long as possible
>...
>...oh ffuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUCK
“Neigh, neigh, neigh, neigh!! Whrrrrhrrhrhrrr, pssht, fffuhhh….”
>...your hoof is way wetter than hooves should normally be for a pony not outside or taking a bath
>You feel incredibly weak and silly. Just a cozy, shy, afterglow little mare.
‘Want to feel like this forever~?’
>You nod, still in a bit of a daze.
‘Take another pill~’
>Oh former man, that’d probably make your alicorn magic and sexual powers even greater!
>Quickly trot over, moves still on autopilot
>Levitate the soda, another pill from the container
>A quick guzzle and burp. The soda is sweet!
>...but the pill is bitter.
>...
>...oh no
>...pony what did you do
“...oh fuck me.”
>Please, please tell me there is a cure to being the world’s stupidest smartest pony
‘Maybe!’
“...fuck.”


(More later)
https://ponepaste.org/12205

>>43655693
Interesting! I think the idea of Pon-E itself having the power of suggestion (or maybe it’s Twilight working to manifest herself in this world?) is a novel idea. I like it, looking forward to seeing where this goes.

>>43646328
The little white ranger rolls over the gravel as Chris slips into a parking spot. Looking over his shoulder, he groans with annoyance that he didn't have the courage to dump the sewing machine on the side of the highway. It's brass trim and glossy paint shine mockingly as the clouds roll by overhead
"Maybe nobody would notice if i throw it in the fucking chipper" he growls kicking open his door with a loud creak
Slamming the door shut, Chris slips into the lumber mill as all the machines hum away performing their tasks. As his hands touch the handle to the locker room the unmistakable heavy breathing voice calls out to him
"CHRIS! Chris! What the hell man? You're 2 hours late not even a fucking phone call, what the hell?" Hank growls with rage taking a breath between every few words "I've got Miguel handling green chain all by himself and i'm wondering who the hell im supposed to call"
Chris shoves his way in to the locker room as Hank diligently follows, "look, sorry, i had some things i needed to take care of. I should have called in but it slipped my mind" Chris explains with lacking enthusiasm
"Oh, yea, work. Clearly the last thing on your mind. When you get changed you're going to come by the office and we'll fill out that write-up." Hank grills lambasting Chris for his tardiness
Chris fists the locker. With the sewing machine and the butt tattoo at the forefront of every thought the last thing Chris wants to hear is a lecture about being late. As the fat fuck continues drilling, Chris snaps with a growl ready to give Hank a piece of his mind "Ya know what, FUCK IT, lets get a beer after work" Chris pauses locking eyes with Hank as the two of them struggle to understand what Chris's furious mouth belted out. Chris stammers trying to correct himself "what im trying to say is, it's my treat" Chris clenches his teeth biting his tongue as he shoves his head in the locker groaning in anguish.
Bewildered, Hank stumbles on his own words. "Well, uh, sure. At the wings place?" Hank asks as a smile of pleasant surprise works across his face
Chris's grip on the lockers exhausts his strength as he takes a breath with shaky confidence that the next words will actually be his, "yes, that place" Chris's quivering voice utters muffled inside the locker
"Well, i thought I'd never see the day," Hank shakes the pleasant thoughts from his mind "well, that's nice of you and all but im still going to have to write you up" Hank sternly waves his finger before working his way back to the door "when we go out, maybe we can talk about what's bothering you."
"Yes, that sounds lovely" Chris weakly utters as the lockerroom door closes behind him.
"I offered him a beer? What was i thinking?" Sweat leaks from every pore, it wasn't his idea. Trembling in fear, he pulls down his waistband to see the blue hue of the gems taking hold on his skin. With a soft teary groan he can only muster one word "fuck"

>>43526806
>>She grabbed her hat, and tried to put it on, without realising it was full of bits
Hah!

>>43655615
You might want to put a note at the top linking to the story that this one continues from.

>>43659139
I considered doing that but i had a handful of continuity errors that needed to be addressed and i figured it was best to leave it be for the time being

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Nightmare Night! What a fright! Give me something sweet to bite!
No request tied to this one, but Flutterbat feels appropriate for the season.
>>43534969
Glad you like it! I can absolutely relate to having a character who shows up on screen and you see a lot of yourself in them. Replace the screen with a mirror, and now you’re really talkin’
>>43535105
>when are we getting Merry May
Cute choice! I could be cheeky and say that May sounds appropriate, but no, I’m not going to make you wait that long.

>>43659475
Love a good seasonal art.

>>43659475
Double transformation!

>>43659976
Haha, the fun has been doubled.

>>43659475
outstanding as always duder, i def need to get something from you one day.

>>43658544
Chris parks the ranger grumbling to himself in front of the wings place. Looking up to the bright sign up on the building and the signs in the windows for the promotions that night. "Aw, fuck me. I should have just bailed, getting chewed out for being a lying douche is better than this, i just want to go home." He grumbles to himself watching Hank shuffle his way to the door "it's just a beer and I'll go home, no big deal" Chris sighs as his hand hesitantly reaches for the handle.
The door pops open with a squeak as he makes his way inside to join Hank
"Hey Chris, they got seats for us at the bar if you're up for that." Hank cheerfully explains looking over the promotions
Chris shrugs his shoulders indifferent to the situation as he's already committed to hanging out with his team lead. "A seat at the bar would certainly capture the ambiance of a-" Chris bites his tongue growling wondering what the words falling out of his mouth even mean.
Hank leads Chris over with a friendly hand on his back. "That's the spirit Chris, no need to be all sour, we're out to have a good time. God knows the last time you went out with the crew, you'd probably lighten up some if you went out more" Hank laughs grunting as he sets himself up at the bar
Chris softens his unamused scowl and allows himself to relax. He glances up at the TV and gets a wave of soothing calm as his team is on the court. "Yea, i guess you're right, i have been a bit worked up lately." Chris sighs with relief forgetting the machine exists for a blissful moment
"Can i get you fellas started with something to drink maybe some appetizers or are you interested in any of tonight's promotions?" the waitress asks scribbling into her notebook
Before Chris can get a word in Hank as already nose deep in the menu. "The other night you guys had this locally brewed peach cider, do you still have that?"
"We sure do" she cheers in response
"I'll have a glass of that then" Hank politely orders giving Chris an expectant side eye
Chris groans, "I'll take a glass of whatever blonde you have on tap." The tension works its way through his body as it's scribbled onto the waitress's note book
"Ok, do you want to start a tab" she asks leaning towards Hank
Chris's insides burn with resistance, he pauses hoping Hank will put his card down but his hand worms it's way into his pocket clenching his wallet "Oh, no, the beers are on me" Chris utters through clenched teeth putting his card up on the bar. His heart clenches jabbed with pins and needles as the waitress picks up the card
"Sure thing hon, I'll be right back with those drinks" she smiles disappearing to the terminal

>>43659475
very appropriate for spooky season, almost as appropriate as silver spoon turning that one sweetiebelle anon into a plushie forever, but i suppose any bratty filly wouldn't mind waiting till hearth's warming for that gift (im not actually that pushy, this is a joke, but being in character is sooo tempting)

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>>43661129
THAT MONEY COULD'VE BEEN USED TO BUY MORE CURTAIN FABRIC WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING

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Your buddy Jim tells you that every night an evil witch sneaks into his room, says some magic words and turns him into a pony. She then puts a collar and leash on him and plays dress up, treating him like a pet all night long.
You convince Jim to switch rooms with you for one night so you can see for yourself. You secretly stay awake and sure enough... the witch comes into the room. She pokes you once or twice to see if you're awake. When you don't respond she says:
>Ade due Damballa. Turn Jim into My Little Pony!
And poof! You're and adorable pony with marshmallow soft hooves. She puts a leash on your and pulls you up into a tight hug.
>Daw! Aren't you just the cutest little thing? Come on, let's take you for a little walkie? Okay?
You realize that unlike Jim, you still have your wits about you.. perhaps because she didn't say your name. But she still starts leading you off by the leash anyway.
On the one hand, you now know the magic words. But on the other hand... maybe there's a way to convince her to let you be her pet 24/7

>>43661129
Rolling with anguish, Chris wonders why he even handed over the card. Pinching the bridge of his nose and resting his face in his palms he groans wondering how he's going to get rid of the sewing machine before it takes over his life. The looming aching desire to sew, the random opinions about fashion, and now he's trying to be friendly? It's all too much for Chris to bear.
"Oh man, those mozzarella sticks are speaking to me, i think I'll just get a burger though, can't go wrong with a burger. What about you Chris, are you hungry?" Hank jovially asks noticing Chris's face in his palms in despair
"Here are those drinks, can i get anything else for you, maybe an appetizer, or if you're ready we can order it all here." She explains setting down the beers and diligently getting her notepad and pen ready
Chris barely acknowledges only lifting his head to take a sip of his beer as hank puts in his order. The topic doesn't even come to mind as Chris's appetite is non existent.
"Rough week so far Chris? Normally you're a little more chipper, it makes you tolerable" hank prods taking a sip of cider as the waitress puts in the order
Emerging from his despair gazing up to the TV to relish in the simple delight of sports, Chris nods. "Yea, I haven't felt like myself lately" he sighs knowing he's putting it lightly
Hank nods with a sense of understanding "yea, i get it, seeing Jake get promoted before you was pretty rough."
A wave of offense washes over Chris as he raises his head "what? Come on, jake getting promoted had nothing to do with it" Chris waves away pausing trying to figure out how to explain the sewing machine curse without sounding like a raving schizophrenic
"Don't lie about it Chris, I've known you long enough, you've been gunning for the equipment operator position but you haven't put up like we needed to. Jake shows up every day, he got the equipment operator's certificate, hell, he's forklift certified too. You aint done none of that" Hank explains taking another sip of the cider
"Come on now, i could have done all that too, you know me, i could have my operator's certificate and all that shit" Chris explains growling through his annoyance
"But you didn't, that's the problem Chris, I've seen you show initiative before, where's that energy when you were still a new hire?" Hank and Chris stare in the silence of mutual understanding "look, i know you're a good guy but lately you've got me pulling my hair out."
Chris slumps in his stool, he wants to tell Hank he's wrong and that he's been a stellar employee the whole time but a twinge of integrity tickles his insides as he instead resigns to sit in silence
"Here you go, two quarter pound bacon cheeseburgers" the waitress cheerfully smiles dropping the hot plates right there at the bar.
Chris shrieks in terror, "woah woah, i didn't order anything" Chris stammers looking at the plate in front of him
Hank chuckles already stuffing his fat face with fries "relax Chris, my treat"

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>>43667267
>I can't pick my pringles

>>43667481
If only she had a horn to stick down the tube.

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Even though recruiting Rainbow Dash was their ultimate goal, it turns out the Shadowbolts aren’t too picky about how they grow their forces.
>>43659719
Nightmare Night is a just such a fun season! There are a lot of characters you can include in the theme even if they aren’t rigidly “Nightmare Night” characters. Shadowbolts? I give them a pass.
>>43659976
>>43660324
Huzzah!
>>43660418
Thank you for your kind words! You know where to find me.
>>43661209
Oh, I haven’t forgotten about (You), sweebieplushanon! Your time will come – by which I mean, your art will be complete, and I’m insinuating nothing beyond that. Nothing at all.

>>43669391
Sweet Shadowbolt TF.

>>43664611
Chris glances down at the burger with gratitude. With the strange things happening to him he hasn't has an appetite. The knot in his stomach relaxes as the hunger settles in
"But why?"
Hank shrugs "they're buy one get one half off. It's tonight's promotion. Besides, you're feeling generous tonight and i felt like returning the favor" he explains dumping ranch all over his burger
Chris's ears perk with an involuntary flick of pride. He never really paid much mind to how others felt but as hank brings the cider to his lips for another happy sip, Chris feels joy. "Thanks man, i appreciate it."
Chris's lip curls into a smile before taking a salty bite of one of the fries as hank loudly devours his meal. Normally Chris would pay no mind but as his new sensibilities flare up with a burn on his side
With a mouth full of food Hank continues "no problem, Chris, im actually hoping that this is a part of you turning over a new leaf" hank explains before swallowing and bringing Chris's disgust to a temporary end
"Well, what do you mean by that?" Chris asks laying a napkin daintily across his lap
Hank sighs trying to collect his complicated thoughts and process them into something palpable for Chris. "I think you have alot of potential, seeing you sit on green chain just feels like a waste. I've been hoping you'd dig your head out of your ass and take some initiative. Im hoping this is what you wanted to go out for drinks was for. If it was the get out of the write-up, i know you sure as shit wouldn't have shown up." Hank chuckles before pausing and glancing at Chris's plate and untouched burger. "Something wrong with the food?"
Chris can only muster a confused side eye "im waiting for the waitress to return so i can get some silverware"
"For a burger?" Hank pauses trying to understand what he would need a knife and fork for
Chris trembles with a soft gasp realizing the machine is still getting to him. With a soft chuckle Chris picks up the greasy burger lifting it to his mouth. "Right, what was i thinking".
With a mouthful of burger Chris calms his nerves once more as he contemplates his job. He's never wanted anything more than green chain, it's low stress and anymore he simply counts the minutes till it's time to clockout but what if he took it more seriously

>>43669391
Gemmy gem...
Washouts when?

>>43627028
Interesting, are you sure you're gonna be this chipper when you're bedbound...looking down at your corpulent mare body?

Feeling the weight of your offspring stretching you to the limit?
Your middle and plot widening out each and everyday, while your teats swell and tingle?

>>43671270
From a logical standpoint the answer should be “not really,” but preggers mare hormones are a hell of a drug

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This was my third attempt at drawing a Timberwolf TF; they took a few tries to figure out. Happy Nightmare Night!
>>43670320
Thank you very much!
>>43670960
Thanks! I’d be down for drawing the Washouts – I particularly like Rolling Thunder, the lanky purple Aussie. I don’t think she’s ever been drawn in a TF before, and she could use a stand-in after catching her hind leg in the Crushinator Jaws of Smashalot (patent pending).

>>43673394
Nightmare night, what a fright, hope that timberwolf dont bite!

>>43673394
Good wood

>>43670513
I'm guessing from context that "green chain" is some kind of grunt work in a lumber mill. I guess we don't need a full explanation but it's been brought up a couple times.

>>43676218
I googled what the most basic laborer job was in a lumber mill and it looks like "green chain" was the thing that popped up. From what i understand they're responsible for sorting subpar cuts from being sent for further processing

>>43676260
Good to know! It’ll become decreasingly relevant as the needle points further towards a career in fashion.

Yo I'm back

>>43560161
>You walked those 15 minutes back to Sunburst's house in complete silence
>Nopony felt like talking
>You just wanted to find Mark as soon as possible, yet you felt as if you were retreating
>Trixie walked next to you, but this time it looked like you were the one reassuring her
>Having seen Twilight just standing there, completely still, as if she was waiting for something…
>That really affected you, especially since it was the first time you saw her in real life
>Yet it seemed to have taken a bigger toll on Trixie, who was unusually silent since Sunburst shushed her earlier
>But you weren't going to back down
>You were determined to find the truth

>Eventually, you saw your van on the horizon
>What you'd give to just sit there, and listen to some music while drinking coffee…
>Everything seemed okay from the outside
>You went inside Sunburst's house, and he walked straight to the kitchen to find something to eat
>Trixie went to the restroom, and you took the opportunity to check on Starlight
>She stood in front of the kitchen door, waiting for Sunburst to come back
>She had looked pensive the entire journey
>You looked at her, and shortly thereafter she noticed your presence
“Uh, Starlight… Are you okay?”
>She let out a brief smile, probably touched by your concern
>”Yes… It's just… I'm a bit anxious about this entire situation.”
“This is not exactly the dream weekend you were longing for, huh?”
>”Well…”
>She sighed
>”No, it isn't. But I'm happy to have had the chance to meet you.”
>She offered you her hoof, and you tried to return the gesture
>You shook hooves with her, and somehow you managed to maintain your balance
>Sunburst then brought a couple of bowls of rice and hay
>You winced at the thought of trying to chew hay, but quickly remembered there was something you had to take care of
“Let me help you bring the rest of the dishes!”
>Sunburst initially cocked an eyebrow, but quickly understood what you were trying to say
>As soon as you went into the kitchen, you glanced back at the door
>You could still see Starlight's silhouette through the doorway, so you decided to lower your voice
“She's onto us, isn't she?”
>Sunburst knew who you were talking about
>”It's possible. I mean, she's one of the most intelligent ponies in Equestria,” Sunburst said while grabbing a loaf of bread from the table
>”And that's one of the reasons we should be careful. The other…”
>He stopped talking and pointed his free hoof at the door
>”Not everyone is fully convinced of Twilight's involvement,” he told you, lowering his voice to a whisper
“I understand.”

>>43677548
>You nodded, and then he gave you the loaf of bread
>You tried hard not to drop it, and you seemed to have succeeded
>”Well done. Now let's have some lunch before continuing our search.”
>After grabbing a bowl and a dish, he headed back to the dining room and you followed suit, taking good care not to drop the bread
>As soon as you entered the dining room, you saw Trixie coming back from the restroom
>”Trixie has freshened up successfully!”
>”You didn’t break anything, did you?” Sunburst said while frowning
>”Of course not! But just in case, Trixie recommends watching your steps!”
>As Sunburst sighed, you sat between Starlight and Trixie, with the latter helping you to eat once more
>This time around, you all had lunch in silence
>Everypony looked tired, and you were no exception
>After enjoying Sunburst's bread, rice and salad, you remembered something
>Something that was probably still in your van
“Guys… Would you mind if I went to look for something in my van?”
“It's something I'd like to show you.”

>You walked outside, your hooves crunching softly on the grass
>You managed to open the van’s door with your hoof, and then jumped into it
>You rummaged through the glove compartment, looking for something
>Several cassettes and even an empty bottle of chocolate milk fell from it, but you managed to find what you were looking for
>It was a photo
>A photo you had avoided looking at for quite a while, but that you couldn't get rid of
>It was creased and slightly faded, but the image was clear
>It showed three figures, standing together
>You, in the middle
>Mark on your left, grinning
>And Alex on your right, his arm around your shoulder
>You took a moment to stare at it, as painful as it felt
>Then, when returning to the house, you ran into Starlight and Trixie, who were right in front of the door
>They were probably worried and about to look for you
>”Is everything okay, Kai?”
>Without saying a word, you went straight to the table and placed the photo there
>Sunburst came back from the kitchen, just in time to see it
>Trixie and Starlight took a look, and were left immediately gobsmacked
>You pointed at the grinning figure on your left
“This is Mark.”
>Then to the figure in the middle
“This is me.”
>You hesitated
“And this… is Alex”

>>43677558
>”Those… look nothing like you,” said Sunburst right from behind you, in a completely non-smug tone
>Even he was taken by surprise
>”Wh-What are you?” asked Starlight, visibly scared
“I'm a human… Or at least, I was one until yesterday.”
>”So you weren't exaggerating…” said Trixie, her jaw tightening
>Starlight picked up the photo carefully, as if it were something fragile
>She studied it with an intensity that made you feel uncomfortable
>”I've never seen a human before… I just can't believe such a thing even exists.”
>Trixie took a step towards you
>”You really miss them, right?”
>You didn't answer
>You didn't need to
>”We'll find them.”
>You nodded, not trusting your voice
>You then heard Sunburst clearing his throat
>”Kai… I take it you want to come with us to find Mossy and Clover and check by yourself if they're really your friends. Am I right?”
“Yes.”
>”Okay. You need a disguise, then. Hopefully one better than the sheet you used in Canterlot.”
>Sunburst sighed, this time in a way that looked a bit exaggerated
>”Well…” Starlight said in a whisper
>Sunburst immediately let out a brief smile that lasted just a second, before returning to his serious self
>”I could use a spell to give you a temporary disguise, but it’d only work for a few hours.”
>Sunburst made a gesture with his head, prompting you to say something
“O-Of course! That will do!”
>To be honest, the idea of looking like a colourful pony excited you
>”Alright, let's see,” Starlight said
>Starlight’s horn immediately started to glow, emitting a soft purple light that illuminated the room
>She closed her eyes, concentrating, and you noticed how Trixie and Sunburst stood close to you, looking intrigued
>The glow intensified, and you started to feel a strange tingling sensation across your body
>But then, it stopped
>”Well, that's weird,” Starlight said, frowning
>You were hoping to become a cute colourful pony, if only temporarily, but it seemed you were out of luck
“What happened?”
>It was hard to prevent your frustration from showing on your face
>”It seems the spell didn't take…”

>>43677568
>She looked genuinely puzzled
>”It’s like your body is resisting the magic…”
>”Well…” Sunburst interrupted
>”He's not from this world, so he might not be… compatible with our kind of magic?”
>”Kai, I'm sorry. I really thought it would–”
>”Wait!”
>Now it was Trixie's turn to interrupt Starlight
>”How about we use the sheet?”
>You frowned at the thought of having to wear that awful sheet again
>”We can use a spell on the sheet, and then make Kai wear it!”
>Starlight and Sunburst looked genuinely surprised at Trixie's clever idea
>”Trixie, that sounds fantastic!” Starlight said enthusiastically
>Sunburst didn't look as if he wanted to recognise how good Trixie's idea was, but he did smile at you
>”Alright, bring the sheet. I'll show you something. It's in the bag Sunburst was carrying.”
>For the first time, you wanted to be near that bloody sheet
>You found it in one of the bags resting near the window
>You took it back to Starlight, and once again her horn started to glow
>The sheet started floating in the air, until Trixie's screaming interrupted her concentration
>”Wait, wait! Trixie wants to do it herself!”
>Starlight seemed shocked, and immediately let the sheet fall on the floor
>You winced, thinking about what could Trixie possibly choose as your fur colour
>You took a look at Sunburst
>He was too busy facehoofing
>”Y-You want to do it?” asked Starlight, still in shock
>”Of course! Trixie will create the perfect disguise for Kai! I mean, Fluffy Swamp! I mean, Kai!”
>”Wait! I'll go take care of the glassware!” yelled Sunburst as he ran towards the shelves
>”Ha, ha! Very funny! Just look and learn!” Trixie answered defiantly
>Trixie’s horn started to glow, and everyone’s shock turned into horror as soon as you saw sharp scissors entering the scene
>”Sunburst, she has scissors!” Starlight yelled
>”Well, how am I supposed to cut the sheet to make it fit Kai’s shape?! And you stop covering the glassware, I’m not going to break anything!”
>Sunburst gave up, abandoning the glassware at its will and walking back next to Starlight
>”Let’s see…”
>Trixie started working, alternatively taking a look at you and using the scissors to cut holes for your limbs
>While you initially thought the result was going to be terrible, she seemed to be putting her magic to good use
>Sunburst and Starlight looked attentively, not knowing what to expect
>She then put the cut white sheet over your body, and to your complete amazement, it fitted you perfectly
>Not too tight, not too lose
>”Now you look like a ghost, Kai!” said Starlight between chuckles

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>>43677576
>”Hey! Trixie hasn’t finished!” she protested while lighting her horn once again
>And in the blink of an eye, you were now of the same colour as her
>It was just a costume, but it impressed you
>”Not bad, not bad” noted Sunburst
>”It’s a good disguise, loose enough that you can wear it over your own body without feeling constricted.”
>You turned your head around, searching for a mirror to look at yourself
>You noticed there was one near the window, and you went straight to it
>You stood there, contemplating your new look
>You truly looked like R63 Trixie
>You really liked what you saw
>”You really had to paint him the same color as you, didn't you?” Sunburst asked sarcastically
>”Of course! Trixie has the best color!”
>You looked at your flank
>Something was missing
“I… I don’t have a cutie mark.”
>Trixie got closer to you
>”Well, what would you like it to be? Trixie’s not saying you should mimic her cutie mark, but you should mimic her cutie mark!” she said proudly while pointing her hoof at herself
>”Of course, Trixie. That wouldn’t be suspicious at all!” Starlight said ironically
“Actually… I would like my cutie mark to be…”
>You looked at each one of them… and realized you now consider them your friends
>You smile, and considered you didn’t need to think about it any longer
“What about a mix of the cutie mark each one of you have?”
>Sunburst looked genuinely stunned
>Starlight and Trixie, however, smiled and seemed flattered by your proposition
>”I… suppose I can do that, Kai.”
>Her horn started glowing again
>You quickly turned your attention to your flank, where you saw a cutie mark showing up, almost in the blink of an eye
>You really liked what you saw
>Eh, maybe a little too much
>You immediately crossed your legs and thought of Fluttershy’s brother (the ugliest pony you knew)
>Thankfully, it worked and nopony noticed anything unusual
>”Well, what do you think?” Trixie asked with enthusiasm
>Your cutie mark was indeed a mix of Trixie's, Starlight's and Sunburst's
>Sunburst’s sunbeams at the top, Starlight’s sparkles at the bottom, and logically, Trixie’s blue wand prominently at the centre of the image

>>43677585
>You could stare at it all day, even if at the end of the day it was just a drawing over a sheet
>Your fascination was interrupted by Sunburst clearing his throat while approaching you
>”What do you think?” he asked
“I love it… Thank you, Trixie.”
“Thanks to all of you.”
>”We should be going now,” Starlight said
>”Wait! We haven't decided on a name for Kai!” Trixie yelled
>She was right
>You couldn’t go around Ponyville calling yourself “Kai”
>Starlight took a step towards you
>”What about… Clever Spark?”
>Clever Spark
>It sounded whimsical
>”Trixie was about to suggest ‘Fluffy Heaven’!”
>”I supposed you were about to say something like that, Trixie…” Starlight said, unsurprised
>”But I think Clever Spark mixes the personality of the three of us quite well!”
>Even if the name was made up, even if your coat was just a painted sheet, and even if you wouldn’t be using the disguise for much time…
>It meant a lot to you
“I love it… Thank you.”
>You could barely hide your emotion and the others noticed
>Starlight and Trixie smiled back at you
>”We really need to get going,” Sunburst said, and you could see him smiling too
>Three non-smug smiles from Sunburst in a row
>Make a wish, mates
>Make a wish

>>43677548
Good to see you again!

>>43679755
Thank you bro <3

I want PonE

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What if you went to Equestria only to find out you can only go to Anonquestria where every mare, stallion, alicorn etc. is another Anon?

>>43682126
So, like Earth but with magic? Probably an improvement.
Do the Anons become the characters in Equestria or are they their own ocs? Like is "Twilight Sparkle" there?

>Everyone is a reincarnated Anon taking on the role of a pony
>No one knows
>They all think they're the only human

>>43682151
I think so, at least that's how I read it. All the usual ponies are there, but they're all Anons.

>Be anon
>Likes to jerk off
>Watches porn daily
>Dies and finds himself in Equestria
>...As Pinkie Pie

>>43682126
>go to Anonequestria as anon alicorn
>hide in uninhabitable mountains for 120 years to study magic or some crazy shit
>after that time return to the civilization
>120 years later there shouldn't bee any shitposters left expect for few
>and if few immortal anons came to be still alive kicking should behave okay since they would have been overthrown/banished by then otherwise

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>Be me
>Mexicanon
>Die and go to Equestria
>Reincarnate as the iconic and highly beloved Pepperdance from the blind bag toys
>Forced to spend the rest of my days in rural Marexico farming peppers

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>>43681701

>>43655615
Sweet story

>>43673394
Should be 3D baka my head... (just kidding Its gem once again..)

>>42838101
https://ponepaste.org/11461

>The bathroom now contained two awkward horses.
>One wet, the other recovering from the recoil of a statement he didn't know how to react to.
>Anonmare had been about to brush it all off and get comfortable, but stopped as her sleepy brain caught up to her.
>They stared at each other in silence for a second.
>Why did she have to say that.
>This was not the one-up Anonmare had been hoping for.
>It was very effective, yes. She completely shut Anon down. He was too easy now that she knew this was his weakness.
>But he should at least be mad or something.
>"You don't actually want me to-"
"No!"
>The water in the tub sloshed slightly from the way she jumped in her own skin.
>Disproportionate response. Calm the fuck down. You're supposed to be relaxed.
>Anonstallion recovered first.
>There was a soft wooden thunk as he unfastened the brush from his hoof and dumped it in the bucket. A small shove and it was out of the way.
>The thought he might have actually considered what she said made her soaked coat bristle.
>"...That's definitely enough for tonight. Do you... need anything else before I go?"
>Just like that the awkward moment fizzled.
>He sounded normal, like he was just accepting that this was how today was going to end.
>Anonmare slumped and laid back against the head of the tub, welcoming his discretion with a breath of relief.
"I'm good, just forget I said anything."
>Anonstallion got up on his hooves and looked down at her laying there, her cheeks still feeling warmer than she would have liked.
>"Don't worry about it Nonny."
>She kicked her hind legs a bit, sending small waves bouncing back and forth along the foamy water surface.
>Turning her head away, she caught the motion of him starting to move from the corner of her eye.
>Damnit.
"Wait. You can stay while I soak."
>What is wrong with you just let him go please you do not have to be this clingy right now.
"If you want."

>>43685352
>He looked back and hesitated.
>There were different ways she could have framed that, other than as a request thinly veiled as a suggestion.
>No question he was going to keep her company longer. If he said no then-
>Suddenly, he stuck his face into the cabinet where they kept the fresh towels and dragged one out.
"Uh?"
>She watched as he approached surprisingly briskly with the fluffy white implement hanging from his mouth.
>Normally when you ask somepony to stick around, assaulting you with a towel is not the expected reaction.
>That's not what happened though.
>As soon as he was seated on the floor outside the tub behind her, he rolled up the towel and tucked it under her head.
>"Better?"
>It was.
>Anonmare had to lean her head back to look at him.
>The cushioning was actually welcome. She'd need to remember that in future. Maybe see if she could get a bath cushion or something.
"Thanks."
>Anonstallion gingerly tucked his forelegs around her, lending even more support to her head.
>"Is this okay?"
>The faggot was cuddling her.
>Well, she did ask him to stay. It was admittedly less uncomfortable than having him sit beside her fidgetting or something.
>Comfy.
>"Nonny?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. This is fine."
>Warm, brushed and cuddled.
>Loved.
>Too tired to argue.
>Anon was staring at her upside-down, right there, a breath away, looking happy.
>Anonmare angled her head back down and shuffled a bit in the water, looking at the pair of green hooves resting on her chest.
>As she moved, Anonstallion snuggled in and placed his chin right on top of her damp cranium.
>Third hug in one day.

>>43685353
>She was half expecting him to say something more, but he didn't.
>At least not with words.
>He was just letting her soak while letting her know he was there with her, like she wanted.
>Leaving her with a fuzzy feeling in her chest that felt sickeningly pleasant.
"How'd you know I needed this?"
>Need is a strong word. She didn't 'need' to be held like this.
>"I guessed. You sounded kind of desperate out of nowhere."
"I did not."
>You did.
>"Plus, I kind of got this feeling that.."
"..That?"
>"That my mare needed me."
>Anonmare scrunched and flicked her ears.
"Ugh. Why do you have to put it like that?"
>"It's true. I mean.. the feeling. Am I wrong?"
>No.
>Maybe.
"I would have been fine."
>"I believe you. You're strong."
>That's right.
>...
>His mare.
>That's where we are right now.
>Well, technically not until they're actually married-
>You know that's not how it works, when a faggot realises who his mare is, he knows.
>But what kind of idiot would make mare-Anon their mare?
>He already called you his marefriend and you didn't object then.
>Just saying!
>...Nopony was saying anything.

>Okay let's try again.
"You know, Meadow said she'd be my friend today."
>"Weren't you two already friends?"
>Oh come on!
>Why did ponies keep assuming things about her relationships? Was she missing something? Was she actually retarded?
>Anonmare slid a wet hoof against Anon's foreleg.
>He was starting to brush at a damp tuft on her chest, fluffing it and smoothing it down.
>Probably not even aware he was doing it.
"We're officially friends, I mean. Instead of just boss and mare."
>There was a quiet pause.
>Peering upwards, she couldn't see his face, but she could tell he was thinking about it.
>"Hey Nonny? We're still friends even though we're getting together, right?"
>He said that like they hadn't been together since the moment they arrived in Equestria.
>Physically speaking, then as a team, then housemates and friends.
>But... yeah, that's the question she's been asking herself.
>Anonstallion was probably wondering why she was declaring her new friendship on the same day he had confessed his feelings to her.
"I don't know. We're more than friends now Anon. Technically."
>"But we're still going to do stuff as usual, aren't we? I know tonight isn't usual, but-"
>Anon was actually the same as her.
>The fucker didn't want to lose it either.
>There was something liberating about that.
"If you keep telling me I'm beautiful and how much you love me, it's not really going to be the same-"
>"Okay but you see, I- err.."
"You can't help it. You're a mare lover."
>"...Not just any mare, not anymore. I'm a Nonny lover."
>That was the gayest thing she's ever heard.
>His hooves were fidgetting against her chest like he was going to explode or something.
>Ah what the hell.
>She put her hooves on his hoofa and held them still.
"Yeah okay, yes, we're still friends Anon. You're still my friend. My best friend."

>>43685356
>Squeezing-
>He was squeezing her.
>"You're my best friend too."
>Anonstallion's tone was so innocent, so unburdened, so honest.
>So honest it would make her let go from the edge of a cliff.
>Even if he was just echoing her words back to her, she could tell he meant it, in the sweetest sense, without even a shred of hesitation.
>Compared to her own declaration which had, although sincere, felt like a weary concession.
>A concession that felt more real the harder he squeezed.
"Ngh.. go easy on me Anon.."
>The grip around her relaxed and she allowed her hooves to settle back into the water close to her belly.
>Even if it was just for now.
>She was content.
>Muscles loosened up.
>Stupid thoughts silenced.
>...
>What a rollercoaster.
>...
>Her eyelids started dipping.
>...
>...?
>"Nonny? Hey, Nonny?"
>"Mm?"
>Anonmare opened her eyes, blinking in the warm lamp light.
>"The water's getting a little cold. I think you should come out now."
>Her head had rolled to the side, leaving her cheek resting against the limb on her right.
>She straightend herself and moved to sit up, and Anon let her go without any fuss.
>Water felt lukewarm, everything else was as she remembered.
"Did I fall asleep?"
>"I think so. Just a short while."
>A little groggy.
>Standing up was a slow careful procedure.
>As she rose the water in her coat began pouring off back into the tub below her.
>Anonstallion had already moved and was holding the towel in readiness.
>Most of it was still dry.
>"Hmf fhm mhf mfh?"
"What?"
>Anon let the towel drop onto his hoof.
>"Do you need help?"
>She shook her head and waited for the trickling to mostly stop. By that point she was mostly alert again.
>Step. Step. Slightly more awkward step. Recover the last leg. Success. No longer in the tub.

>>43685357
>Of course as she lifted each leg out she carried the contents of the bath with her.
>Anon watched as she blew out the scented candle and turned to tug on the cord connected to the bathplug, popping it out of place as a small puddle formed under her hooves.
>"You um- nevermind."
>Droplets scattered as Anonmare shook herself and her mane.
>As soon as she had discharged the moisture onto every available surface like a savage, she stepped towards the held towel.
"Dry me?"
>The towel was already around her before she even asked, Anonstallion's hooves ruffling her cheeks and her neck with the fluffy fabric.
>She leaned into it, eyelids drooping as she received yet another free sort-of massage.
"Mm.. what were you going to say?"
>Though the motion of the drying, the patting of her chest and the fluffing down of her front legs occupied most of Mr Anon's focus, she managed to get a sheepish response back from him.
>"I was going to say.. you should drain the tub before stepping out."
>She closed her eyes and lifted her front left and front right hooves in turn as he moved the towel over them.
"Oh."
>Son of a bitch, he's right.
>Next time. Don't care right now.
>Anonmare turned in place as her front was finished with, giving Anonstallion access to her left side and the enigmatic black question mark emblazoned on her flank.
>Peeking back, she watched and felt as he toweled at her barrel, her back and started working on her hind leg which was enough to make her stiffen slightly.
>They both looked away from one another.
>This was the most he'd ever explored her physically, not that it was weird or anything.
>He's just drying you.
>In fact he was being very polite about patting her rump and trying to get as much of the damp out of her tail as possible.
>It was also clear he was getting more and more careful about what he was doing.
>'Mare herself felt a tingle in the back of her mind, an instinct that told her she could buck and kick the shit out of him at a moment's notice, IF she wanted to.
>As soon as her left side was done she turned around one-eighty and lifted her final leg for him to run the towel over with that same light rubbing motion.
>"T-There we go, nice and dry."
>He plopped the towel down and got up, backing away towards the door, face crimson.
>"I'll.. wait for you outside."
>She stood there for a moment, her coat thoroughly fluffed up, yet incredibly aware that certain parts of her anatomy were still damp.
"..Right. Yeah."
>"S-Snuff out the lamp when you're done."

>>43685361
>The door slowly and gently closed in front of her as Anonstallion retreated in the most theatrically casual way possible.
>Theatrical because he was clearly fleeing so that he wouldn't have to see her spend two seconds rubbing a towel between her legs.
>Which she did, uneventfully, as she was used to doing on her own after bathing.
>Everywhere from the underside of her dock to the inside of her thighs and the skin of her barely existent mare tits had been strategically missed.
>And it was hard to decide whether she appreciated that, or was appalled by Anon's lack of thoroughness.
>She actually sort of trusted him now not to be lewd about her bits, which is to say she probably would not have kicked him if he had gone for it.
>Coward...
>Anonmare mopped up the puddle a bit, snuffed out the lamp as directed and stepped back out into the main room.
>Anonstallion had already extinguished the main lamps, leaving the cottage bathed in the calm lunar light pouring in from the windows.
>Both ponies reconvened between their respective bedroom doors, 'Mare tossing her mane to try and air it out.
>"So.. time for bed I guess."
>Mhm.
"..You should dry me fully in future, if you're going to."
>"A-Ah."
>Yup, he knew what she meant, and that she had noticed.
>"S-Sorry, I didn't know if it was okay, and I u-um, I didn't want to ask. I-In case it was rude."
>Look at him, shuffling like he's been caught out.
>Anyway, he had her permission now.
"No big deal. See you tomorrow?"
>He relaxed and the two of them caught each other's eyes.
>"Will do.. that was fun, though, I didn't think- um.. anyway, sleep tight Nonny."
>The fag bowed his head and dipped his ears shyly. She shrugged and flicked her own ears while glancing away.
"Night buddy."
>..They lingered a moment. She could tell he was holding back, raising his front leg to move, pausing like he wanted something more.
>No, I am not kissing you goodnight, no way. Keep going. Move it buddy.
>After one more look, in which she did at least give him a little smile, he finally slunk away beyond the doorway.
>His door closed with a humble creak and the room went still.

>>43685366
>Turning slowly, Anonmare moved away from the door, feeling sort of happy with how things had turned out.
>Inviting Anon to spend time with her, doing something they wouldn't normally do together.. she'd gotten the reassurances she'd hoped for ultimately.
>And a little extra, something she hadn't been expecting, but came as part of the experience.
>Mare care. Physical affection. A little bit of pleasure. She wasn't a machine, she liked feeling good.
>Getting cared for and tended to was, she had to concede, pretty alright. That IS why spas and salons existed after all.
>Her hooves carried her quietly around the darkened living area, a lone mare basking in the cool and restful tones her home now expressed.
>It was still a lot to process. Everything. Even as the nightly lull of the cottage urged her to seek her bed.
>Crossing between the couch and the fireplace, she passed by the board and stopped.
>This was something the two of them had set up not long after settling in, a literal board for them to larp and leave messages to one another for fun and utility.
>That included writing their name (anonymous), the date, time and number for each entry. Kind of autistic, but it did help them practice their horse-based writing skills.
>The first posts from about five weeks ago were barely legible.
>Anon had gone first by creating a thread for their 'Life in Equestria'.
>She had replied with 'OP is a faggot'.
>He had scolded her! Heh.
>Just looking at the shitty scribbles made her grin. It was such a shoddy parody, even the boxes they drew were crooked, but they were improving.
>At this point Anon's writing was getting a lot better than hers- more importantly there was a new post from today, timed from before she had come home.
>
>[>Be Anonstallion in Equestria
>[>Anonmare is here too
>[>I like her, want to marry her
>[>Seems like she hates the idea
>[>Says yes anyway
>[What do I do?
>
>Okay, well, that's already been dealt with, though it was a little sad seeing a memento of his guilt about the proposition.
>Either way it needed a reply before she could go to sleep.
>Next to the board they had a small table with a cup of coloured pencils, a crank pencil sharpener, pins and extra sheets of paper to extend their writing area as needed.
>Anonmare picked out a red pencil with her teeth, focused on the spot below Anon's message, wrote in the link, switched to black and thought for exactly zero seconds.
>[foalmaking sex with your new horse wife
>...
>This was going to backfire horribly. It JUST backfired. YOU'RE the subject! Geez.
>She should write another message, something to compensate, something more serious.

>>43685370
>Finishing the first one.. a quick glance at the clock on the far wall, some hasty scribbling and she had the shitpost boxed.
>It was a little sloppy- she was tired and writing in the dark- but even so she was committed to the bit.
>Standing there alone in the dim light, swapping pencils in and out of her mouth, lost in quiet concentration.
>Time for the real reply. What could she even tell him that she hadn't already?
>Anonmare laid the pencil against the next free space, moving her head in small deliberate strokes as she wrote.
>
>[give her some time, keep being yourself,
>[have fun with her so the /hange in your
>[relationship isn't too jarring, you're in
>[equestria now try talking to somepony
>
>Switch to dark green. 'A n o n y m o u s'. Back to black, fill in the date and time, increment the message count by one. Box it. Done.
>Anon had asked the board, so she was answering as the board, even if it was obvious both messages were written by her, he should pretend they weren't.
>She really needed more practice though, her messages looked like they had been written by a filly.
>At least she could still spell. Just ignore how she messed up the 'c' there.
>Hmm.
>One more message? He would probably see them in the morning, she could be pre-emptive.
>Scritch scratch scritch scritch scribble.
>
>[did you sleep well?
>
>That's what she was going with. Not a reply, just a standalone query.
>He was usually awake before her, so he should see it before she gets the chance to ask him herself face to face.
>If not, she'll look stupid. Or rather 'anon' will look stupid and she will deny any involvement.
>As she cordoned off the third post and dropped the pencil back with its comrades, 'Mare finally made the move towards her room.
>You know, those pencils have been in his mouth.
>...Thanks brain.
>They've been doing this for weeks and that thought was only coming through now?
>She passed the threshold and started easing her bedroom door shut with her head after catching and nudging it with her snoot.
>Both of them had already had their hangups about using their mouths for stuff.
>Would not want to be a germaphobe here, that's for sure. Unless you were a Unicorn. Then you never had to put anything into your mouth that you weren't consuming.
>But Anon and her were Earth Ponies, and the hoof-grab thing wasn't always the best option, especially when you needed all four legs to walk.
>It's not like they slobbered on their stuff, THAT would be weird. Zero saliva has been traded.

>>43685374
>Anonmare's room.
>Still plain, a quiet place to recharge more so than anything, and given most of Equestria was on the outside that was fine.
>It came with hearts and horseshoes engraved into the upper timbers, as well as small stars painted beneath the window arch, which gave it a little whimsy.
>Otherwise it wasn't really personalized, and the ponies that lived here last took their stuff when they moved into a proper townhouse, paintings, ornaments etc.
>The things that might've filled it were not here. No stickers, pins or other pony memorabilia, her pone plushies... left behind.
>No mare blanket either. Now she was the mare and every blanket was a mare blanket.
>Couldn't really be sad about it, not when she got up every day and went out to be surrounded by cute little horses and their antics. And get hugs. Real hugs.
>Given more time she'd collect stuff, for sure. There was a plushmancer in town she'd checked the wares of, but they were all modelled after animals and food items.
>She'd rather hold onto her bits for now and forgo the big orange carrot plush, even if the idea of having one to cuddle with was tempting.
>Like, just to have something to hold at night and be cosy.
>Uh, anyway...
>What she did have was a comfy one-pony bed with a quilt covered in a simple red, orange, yellow and pink flower pattern, one she had picked out.
>Over on the window sill were two peppermint plants in painted pots that Meadow had given her to care for after she admitted to liking mint.
>The bundles of purple flowers sticking up from the leafage were a side of the plant she'd never given thought to, up until she'd seen them. They had won her over, in a way.
>There was her desk, with nothing but a mat for a seat, a small trunk for her bits, some account keeping stuff.
>A few books on loan from Meadow that she was studying, including a thick garden encyclopedia that made her think of Bookhorse every time she touched it.
>Shelving for spare sheets and pillow cases, a couple pamphlets on her nightstand from the various gigs Anon and her had checked out...
>At least it looked like a room somepony occupied, and she tried to keep it tidy. Had to be her responsibility, since Anon was not allowed in here.
>That was a privacy rule established as soon as they worked out who was getting which room, back in the early stage of their friendship when things were more contractual between them both.
>Pressing her nose up against one of the window panes, 'Mare looking out at town, watching the lights of the buildings dim one by one in the distance, until only a few upper stories remained lit.
>Come to think of it, that rule was going to have to go eventually.
>If she was really committed to the Anon route, which she was, they would have to sleep together.
>Okay, they wouldn't necessarily 'have' to, they 'could' do the thing where old couples sleep in their own beds, that's a thing, right?
>...

>>43685376
>Anonmare fogged up the glass with an aggressive snort.
>Fuck that, she was not going to live the entirety of her horse life sleeping alone.
>Wouldn't really be fair to the faggot either.
>Lock into a relationship with him and then not even deliver the most basic fucking fundamentals.
>Pomf.
>Bed and pillow were soft and welcome as she pulled back the quilt and got nestled into position on her side.
>Very welcome, she could just close her eyes, let her body go limp, forget everything and rest.
>Dark, peaceful, warm night air...
>Rest...
>Now resting. Yep.
>'Mare squinted her eyes open and stared at the wall.
>You're gonna check, right?
>You haven't checked in a while, could be something changed.
>Which was true... reimagining how nicely Anon had worked her back and the little drying motion on her hoof tips, plus the toweling off her flank-
>The warm fuzzy feeling had been new, she hadn't just imagined that, right?
>Bracing for disappointment, 'Mare rolled her eyes and slid a hoof into position.
>In her gut she already knew what the answer was going to be.
>She raised her leg a bit and gave her pommel a bit of a massage.
>Nothing.
>No bodily reaction.
>Felt fine, a little sensitive if she messed with the inner flesh, but not in a way that 'did' anything for her.
>Didn't matter what she conjured mentally either, no amount of milky teats or wet winking clits would get her going.
>Check complete, Anonmare ceased the self-molestation and got comfy again with a tired sigh.
>Pointless to drag it out, she'd already had nights of more serious attempts which ended when she got bored and simply fell asleep.
>Even if she insisted she wanted to get off, she could not get in the mood for it.
>Her eyes drifted closed again while her mind wandered over the enigma.
>She had theories.
>Theory one: she needed to wait until estrus.
>Estrus was kind of a coomer-questria thing- yes horses and all that- but the idea of hordes of horny mares dripping and raising their tails around town on the regular, it was too chaotic.
>Hadn't seen anything like that so far either, no raised tails, no distracted stallions, so unless it was extremely mild to the point of being easy to ignore...
>She'd tried discreetly asking Meadow about it too.
>When asking if she'd ever had trouble with 'heat' she just said if it gets too hot the weather team usually does a downpour or brings packed snow over from Cloudsdale.
>And asking if she ever needed help from a stallion, she predictably talked about how a couple Pegasi stallions helped put up her shop sign.
>That was as bold a line of questioning as she'd been willing to try, if ponies had some special polite social terms for periodic horniness, Anonmare didn't know them.
>Not to mention, she'd been a mare long enough that she should have experienced it at least once herself, maybe?
>Unless it was the wrong season or something.

>>43685377
>Anyway, she didn't like the idea of her body deciding for her that it was time to get fucked, so hopefully this wouldn't suddenly hit her when she least expected it.
>Theory two: this was some kind of gooner purgatory version of Equestria.
>Karmic punishment, a cosmic joke, maybe Celestia herself cast a spell over the land to block masturbation.
>The impression she got of local society was that it was polite and collected, rated E for Everypony.
>Given Anon's aversion to lewdness, this could even be 'his' Equestria and ol' 'Mare just got pulled along for the ride for some reason.
>Though if this really were Anon's Equestria, he'd be stumbling out of the Everfree, injured, in the correct time period, and Fluttershy would rescue him and nurse him back to health.
>And then they'd have a dozen foals and live happily ever after, without Anonmare being present, so unless the universe figured out that the guy wanted this weird setup instead... no.
>Didn't matter anyway, whatever the reason, it was what it was.
>Going back to the theory- just because she didn't see any penises out in public didn't mean they didn't come out at night.
>Ponies here weren't featureless and there were foals running around, so they had to be getting busy behind closed doors.
>It was just a little hard to imagine how they were making it work with a nullified libido.
>So... assuming this wasn't an issue for anypony else... and making foals didn't just involve holding hooves...
>Theory three: she had a broken body.
>Didn't feel good to think about, which is why she tried not to, but it was possible.
>Maybe her brain didn't get wired in properly, still thinks there should be a dick and is 404ing.
>Definitely felt like something was missing, like there was some kind of disconnect.
>She had NOT mentioned this to Anon, since it hadn't been any of his business.
>It didn't change how they hung out, or get in the way of enjoying other things, it was a problem confined exclusively to this room.
>The only reason she cared about it now was-
>Yep, letting Anon in.
>If she hadn't found herself agreeing to tying a knot with him, she would have worked it out in her own time.
>Now there was pressure to getting a definitive answer sooner rather than later.
>What did he say again? 'I was thinking we could have a family'.
"Goddamnit Anon..."
>She pressed a hoof into the mattress and then rolled over onto her other side, clutching at the quilt.
>Too much at once.
>What was the other thing he said? 'I'll show you what it means to be loved'.
>Knead knead.
>She wasn't mad.
>Today was okay.
>All she had to do was make tomorrow work, keep everything moving.
>She had a job, she had a friend and she had a plan.
>The only thing she needed was for her brain to shut up and let her sleep.

>>43685380
>...
>...
>Clip clop clip clop clip clop-
>Where was she going again?
>Looking around.
>It was dark- black-
>No, wait, she could see her hooves just fine, but not the floor, or anything else.
>Except for that guy walking towards her.
>She stopped and waited for him, watching as he slowly approached, hands in his jacket pockets.
>Nice suit, looked familiar, red tie, couldn't really see his face.
>"Hey."
>Normal voice, just some dude.
"Hey."
>She craned her neck, scowling up at him, tall fucker.
>"Eh?"
>Took him a minute before he got the message.
>"Ah, sorry."
>The guy crouched down so she could look at him on level, not that she could make out any features.
>"You hungry?"
>He pulled his hand out of his pocket, clutching a fist full of spaghetti.
>Anonmare stared as he began to offer it out to her, only for the oily pasta to slip through his fingers-
>"Oh shit! Fuck!"
>The idiot wobbled and nearly lost his balance as he tried to catch it, slapping his hand against the ground to steady himself before he could topple off his feet.
>They both watched as the spaghetti dropped farther and farther into the void below them, until it was just a speck that promptly vanished.
>Yeah...
>When they looked back at each other, the dude kind of shrugged.
>"I don't hate you."
>What?
>Before she could react his greasy hand was in her mane, petting her.
"For fucks sake-"
>She tried to lean her head away but he was persistent.
>It only lasted a second before he withdrew his hand and stood back up, rummaging in his other pockets.
>"Here, I have something for you."
>He pulled out some kind of polaroid photograph and placed it in her hoof as she reached out to receive it.
>Hold on, she knows this one.
>There's Twilight, Rainbow, Pinkie, Rarity, Fluttershy, Applejack...
>This is the one- how'd he get this?
>When she looked back up, he was already walking back into the distance with his back turned to her.
"Hey! Anon! Where are you going?"
>He just raised his palm up, fingers spread and kept going without looking back.
"Anon! Hey! Get back here!"
"HEY! ANON!"
>She opened her eyes a sliver and blinked.

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Alrighty, let's get back on track here, also, some potential cover art for the story
>>43670513
Hank, baffled by Chris's demeanor, shrugs off the exchange, "all im saying, Chris; i think you have potential to become a very valuable part of the team just like Jake has. If you're willing to put in some effort, i might actually be able to move you up."
Chris sighs, nodding along to the familiar pitch trying to get him to lift a finger more than he has to
"There's some online safety training i want you to do, it's not hard, you can probably get it done while you're jerking off or whatever the fuck it is you do in your free time. If you can get that done, i can see about getting you operating the planer, how does that sound" Hank smiles once more presenting the option to Chris
"Yea, yea, I'll do it, it's no big deal." Chris smiles handwaving the suggestion away with his smug casual chuckle knowing full well, he won't bother and that hank will forget they even had this conversation
Hank's hopeful smile softens as he reaches the bottom of his glass. A quiet silence betrays his optimism long after the glass is gently lowered to the bar. "Great, I can't wait to see it man. Just Email me the completion certificate when you're done and I'll see what i can do"
Feeling the weight of expectations slide right off his shoulders, Chris beams with joy, a mouthful of burger, a drink, and his lead off his back. All well worth the sum for a bit of peace of mind to Chris. "Yea, totally, i should probably get started on that soon" Chris cheers riding high on the joy of generosity
Hank scoffs ordering himself another cider, "yea, soon" he sighs wondering why he even tries with Chris

>>43613201
What machine can do that?

>>43687274
Saved

>>43687451
A sewing machine apparently.

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>GGG after Annon's return
>He's mostly made his peace with being a godhorse in rainbow horse land
>Annon attends because he couldn't stand the sad look in the great white sun's eyes anymore
>Celestia keeps an eye on her brother while chatting to guests
>Sees him standing near the flower beds in a suit he didn't want to wear, bored
>Her instinct is to go over and encourage him to mingle and open up, but she's already learned the hard lesson not to smother him
>She has to accept that his reintegration and healing will be slow
>She spots Rarity walk over, dressed immaculately in another of her originals
>They start talking
>Rather, she starts talking to him
>To Celestia's surprise, Annon doesn't rebuff her
>Celestia studies Rarity's body language and mannerisms when she speaks with her brother
>She leaves ample opportunity for him to speak in his own time, letting the quiet settle comfortably if he doesn't
>She gauges his response to her proximity and is mindful not to push boundaries too quickly
>Presumably Rarity learned how to handle introverts by spending time with Fluttershy
>They walk and talk together alongside the flower beds
>About what, Celestia doesn't know
>Eavesdropping is poor manners after all
>At some point, Rarity produces a bouquet of red tulips
>In floriography circles, this is called a bold move
>After Annon's wide-eyed surprise, he takes the bouquet from her
>He looks aside to the flower bed
>He parts a furrow in the soil with his hoof and plants the tulips one by one
>He exerts a little bit of his nature magic on them as he goes, growing a small bulb on the end of each
>He saves the last one, levitating it between them both
>He plucks a petal from the tulip and eats it, offering it back to Rarity
>Her awe turns into a gracious smile and does the same
>They share it back and forth between each other until the tulip is a headless stem
>Annon takes this stem and uses his power on it, regrows the bud and a bulb, then plants it with the rest
>They converse some more
>It looks like Rarity asked a question
>Annon looks thoughtful, shrugs lightly and replies
>He places his right hoof in front of himself and concentrates
>A ring of red carnations blooms around it
>Rarity looks delighted, clapping her hooves together gently
>Annon chuckles, but loses concentration and grows a line of them along the grass towards the opposite side of the garden
>Flustered, he stomps his left hoof and turns the line back into grass
>He looks at Rarity with a nervous smile
>She giggles mirthfully behind her hoof and Annon falls into easy laughter with her
>He looks so carefree
>Just like before...
>Then Rarity plucks the largest carnation from the remaining ring
>She affixes it to his lapel with care
>She whispers something into his ear, then places a kiss on his cheek
>She trots away to find her friends again
>He watches her go with a genuine smile on his face, his hoof touching the spot her lips had been

>>43613173
Oh sweet, new story.

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>>43612539
OI gov's, this fella by the name o' "Dhoulmagus" turned the princess into an 'orse, would any of you's know how to solve this pickle?