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 No.277943 [View All]

>be Anon

>You finally finish your homemade portal from stuff you bought at a local BestBuy and teleported to Equestria, the land of small rainbow horses.

>Just like in every greentext you've read (and written), a kind pony picks you up from the outskirts of some random city and helps you with not dying from starvation.

>She doesn't have much herself, but as a past NEET you don't need a lot of food to live anyway.

>A travelling pony and an autistic human, what a pair.

>Except, both don't know anything about living with another living being, especially when it's just as self-centered as they are.

>Day 14 of living with Trixie, road from Fillydelphia to the central parts of Equestria.

>You release the pen from your deadly grip, and shake the strain pain from your hand.

>Never got enough practice with writing back at home.

>All you did with a pen back then was draw horse puss–

>Knock knock

>Oh, Trixie has waken up.

>Is it morning already?

>You could swear you sat down to add your second week in Equestria to your diary at just about 11 P.M, if not earlier.

>KNOCK KNOCK!

>Why did you even start a diary, again?

>"ANON!"

>Oh, right

"Yeah, yeah, wait, wait, wait."

>Your legs are going to kill you…

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 No.296984

>>296983

>Speaking of magic.

>You pick up the book and unbuckle the little leather belt.

>Knock knock

>Oh, Trixie is here.

>Did everyone leave already?

>You could swear you sat down here just a minute ago.

>KNOCK KNOCK!

>What even was the book, again?

>"ANON!"

>Oh, right.

"Yeah, yeah, wait, wait, wait."

>Your legs are going to kill you…

>You open the cute little door to see the blue pony without her hat and cape, and seemingly very, very anxious about something.

>"Anon! Somepony took everything from my room!"

>She glances past you, eyeing the emptiness of the room behind you.

>"And as I can see yours wasn't spared too."

"I don't even remember if anything was here in the first place."

>"What do you mean?"

>The blue horse stares into your eyes.

>You stare back.

>Trixie turns around and runs off to somewhere.

>You open the book and automatically turn the pages to the last one with anything written on it.

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 No.297070

>>296984

Where the fuck is Celestia in all this?

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 No.297076

File: e3aeddc45096f91⋯.png (400.36 KB,882x875,126:125,this thread.png)

>>297070

Oh, she's coming.

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 No.297144

File: 7e8dffbd3cdc0a3⋯.gif (374.74 KB,800x564,200:141,7e8.gif)

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 No.297264

File: b73e4fccd6c53ca⋯.png (76.01 KB,530x600,53:60,medium.png)

>>296984

what just happened, what Celestia did?

we time travellers now?

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 No.297443

File: 027550333793088⋯.png (465.73 KB,520x439,520:439,ClipboardImage.png)

>>297264

Celestia did nothing wrong

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 No.298190

Bampu

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 No.298735

Sage

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 No.299110

>>296984

"Ponyville, Equestria, Week 10, 7:29 A.M.

The transformation procedure went great! Didn't even have to teach myself hoofwriting.

Doc said that I'd continue transforming for a while before everything's finished, but I feel fine right now. Guess it happens overnights or something. I really dig the new colours, too. The green has always suited me, I think.

New life, here I go."

>What.

>The green horse stares into your eyes.

>You stare back.

>She turns around and runs off to somewhere.

>You stand there, dumbstruck, complete blankness in your head.

>What in Celestia's balls is going on?

>You try moving your legs.

>The stubborn hooves don't even budge a millimeter.

>You concentrate on your front legs and finally start moving.

>The clopping of your hooves on the heavy mahogany resonate and ricochet back into your ears, getting you out of the trance.

>You shake it off out of your head.

>Where's…

"Trixie?"

>You wait for an answer for a couple long seconds, not moving.

>The lights in the corridor start flickering.

>Are they even electric?

>You look around yourself for an exit out of this place.

>It stretches over, over, and over, and also over.

>Seems like the horizon actually hides even more of the same hallway.

>You glance over at the door to your room and dash into it, closing yourself off behind you.

>The room hasn't changed, unlike everything else in this place: the same armchair, fireplace and the TV above it.

>No light, though.

>You sit down on the chair.

>The TV turns on by itself, lighting up the room with flickery-cold tones.

>A familiar face appears on it.

>The brown horse guy appears to see you through the TV line, and he seems kinda worried.

>He speaks to you in his funny accent.

>"Anon? What happened?"

>The picture sounds like the connection is somewhat off.

>You won't bother to fix it, you can read it clearly.

>"Anon? Are you alive in there?"

>The connection interrupts.

>White noise.

>The noise sounds like some obscure music band your friends on Earth would show you.

>You kinda dig it, too.

>The flickering noise imprints itself into your brain.

>"Anon."

>A strong female voice speaks through the discord.

>"I have a question for you."

"Yes, mom?"

>The noise clears up into black and white dots scattered about the screen in some pattern.

>The colours come in.

>A white pony face with some sort of pink, green and light blue hair.

>"When will you die?"

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 No.299307

>>299110

>W-what is that horse t-talking about?

>You won't die anytime soon, will you?

>You hope you won't.

>"Hoping won't help."

>You can't handle it anymore.

>They're fucking with your brain.

>THESE.

>PONIES.

>ARE.

>DEADASS.

>FUCKING YOUR GODDAMN BRAINS OUT WITH THEIR FOOTLONG HORSECOCKS.

"STOP IT!"

>"You know what I'm talking about, Whooves."

>What?

>"You know I've done plenty of things to you."

>Is she not talking to you?

>"Now it's time for you to repay, Doctor."

>You hear the static again.

>Mom vanishes from the screen.

>Was she blabbering about your Doctor?

>The noise fills your eardrums with bliss once again.

>You're having a very positive ASMR experience with this thing, and you hope that no other bullshit will interrupt it in the near future.

>And it probably won't, since you're falling asleep already.

>Too much stress, you know.

>Your heavy eyelids come together after a long breakup and a divorce case, where the top half almost took over everything the other half had.

>What a poor court system your body has.

>You'll sort that out later.

>Good thing that this chair is so comfy, 'cause right now all you need is some sleep.

>You finally close your eyes and catch up to your sleep schedule.

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 No.299308

File: 3aca13ea28b1b17⋯.png (157.89 KB,688x596,172:149,1485037972875.png)

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 No.299321

>>299308

i want someone to be the little filly, so i can pet the little filly while giving her a chocolate to eat

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 No.299451

>>299321

Me. Pick me. I'll do it.

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 No.299463

So, what the fuck even happened to anon?

keep up the good work, the green is really taking some shape with these twists

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 No.300098

File: 8234cf846994212⋯.jpg (258.24 KB,1309x900,1309:900,trixie nya.jpg)

>>299307

>The feeling of the head part of the chair slowly changes out with the softest thing you've ever slept on.

>Hm, that's strange.

>How could the pones drag your fat ass all the way over here?

>Wherever this "here" is.

>The air feels a lot cleaner than Canterlots.

>And the rustling of the pillow fabric under your head sounds different to how it usually does.

>You try moving your ears, which you considered a talent of yours, to see if everything's fine with your head.

>You feel much more control over your ear movements, and withyout you even noticing they fold right in half.

>That…

>That's now how ears work.

>At least human ones.

>You open your eyes.

>Your field of vision expands much larger than it usually does, and that conjures up some nausea in you.

>You feel the burn of the stomach acid creep up your throat.

>Quickly you swallow it back, leaving a sweeter than usual taste on the back of your now small and thin tongue.

>What the fuck happened to you?

>You look down, slowly moving your head.

>It's quite hard to make anything out in the darkness…

>Just a green fluffy belly and four legs ending with big round hooves.

>Are you now a pony or something?

>Well…

>You wanted to know how it was like to be a pony, but…

>Hm.

>You wanted adventures, right?

>Like, new experiences and such.

>You did.

>But now, one question comes up.

>Do you even want to go back?

>Is anything waiting for you back home?

>You'd probably be considered dead if somebody cared enough to remember where you lived and not find you there.

>So what's wrong, Anon?

"Well…"

>Well?

"I have no idea."

>That's your answer for everything.

"I wanted to…"

>What, Anon?

>Do you ever know what you want?

"Wanted to be unique here, I guess?"

>Well, tough shit.

>Work with what you have, faggot.

>You'll make it.

>TrixAnon Stories: Part 5.

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 No.300262

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 No.300644

>>300098

>You get off the bed.

>Your brain takes a second to adjust to your new posture.

>The dim oil lantern under the ceiling illuminates the rocky walls of the whatever you're in right now.

>You cannot make out any details in the dark, but you can clearly spot the contour of a table with some things on it.

>Well.

>The chilling atmosphere gets to you, and your small body quivers, leaving you unable to control yourself for a moment.

>You take a step forward.

>A loud clicking sound, followed by a blinding light shining right above you, reflecting off the cold stone floor and illuminating a bit more things than you could see prior.

>Now you see the glass jars, tubes and flasks on the table before you, looking not quite as menacing as you made them out to be in your head.

"SHIT!"

>Something startles you, flying a millimetre away from your nose.

>You instinctively fly off backwards, hitting your flank on the end of the bed.

>"I'm guessing this is yours."

>A very loud mare voice rings throughout the room.

>You look down on the object that nearly hit you.

>It's your diary.

>It seems a lot bigger now that you're two times smaller than you were before.

>You look up again.

>Well.

>This wasn't here before.

>A very purple unicorn, about just as tall as a human you, in a lab coat.

>What is it with ponies and clothing?

>They look better in it rather than without.

>You'd think it would be the other way around.

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 No.300645

>>300644

>Anyway.

>"Anon."

>How does she know your name?

>Did she turn you into a pony?

>What is even happening?

>You feel cold.

>Dead inside as well, but that's normal.

>"I know it's hard to adjust to your new form, but you gotta pay attention."

>You get out of your trance.

>You force air through your throat and move your tongue.

"I-I'm listening."

>"First, let's get everything sorted. Do you have any questions?"

>Do you?

"Am I forever a pony now?"

>She smirks.

>A glimpse of warmth comes through the obviously forced smile, but the pony quickly prevents you from getting more comfortable.

>"No, this is temporary. We had to do this for reasons which you'll understand later. I'd be more worried about your current situation, if I were you."

>What is your current situation, even?

>Being a small horse in the middle of some basement somewhere in Equestria?

>That's really nothing to worry about, to be honest.

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 No.300646

>>300645

>"As we can tell, your bombing did enough damage to cause chaos in Canterlot, even when other cities haven't yet gotten the news."

>W-what?

"B-bombing?"

>"Don't even try denying it."

>But you were at the show!

>Have you been in a coma or something?

>"We discovered human technology being the main part of the explosive mass."

>T-that's kinda racist, isn't it?

"Why would I even want to bomb something?"

>What even happened?

>"Now it's our job to find out why."

"But I'm right here!"

>"We'll ask you last, after getting all the evidence."

>The light shines even brighter, making your eyes hurt like they've been stabbed.

>You blink, and when you open your eyes, the entire basement opens up before you.

>Walls made of reinforced mud, holding trays and shelves of flasks, paperstacks and jarred insects put pressure on you.

>You take a step in the direction of what seems like the exit, a hole in the wall with a visible staircase and warm yellow light coming out of it.

>"Not so fast, Anon."

>The horse puts a hoof on your shoulder.

>The fabric of her lab coat tickles your neck.

>"Let me explain the situation to you."

"A-alright."

>You do not dare moving any muscle except your lips and tongue.

>"You'll be living here in Manehatten for the duration of the investigation. You'll try fitting in with another ponies so you see what you've done. You have to know the consequences of your actions, and we believe that this is the right choice."

>Seriously?

>Well, you guess you kinda know the reasoning, but still… Isn't letting a potential psycho loose around fillies kind of a bad idea?

>"Don't forget, we'll be monitoring you."

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 No.300985

Bampu

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 No.303413

BabsSeed doesn't wash himself.

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 No.303414

Ding dong bumpu.

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 No.305246

>>300646

>Oh yeah, that makes sense, then.

"What do I need t–"

>You turn to the last position you heard the pony's voice from…

>And find nothing.

>Well.

>Alright.

>You move on, then.

>Don't forget, Anon, you came here for the adventures.

>Whatever happens to you, don't question it and roll with the situation.

>Step one.

>Step two.

>One.

>Two.

>Every single one ringing through your ears, like a leaky tap in the middle of a quiet night.

>This walking thing isn't too hard.

>You can do it on autopilot, but when you focus on walking your human brain kicks in and starts flipping out.

>Well, just as you'd imagined.

>You've read a lot of greentexts about transformation, after all.

>Hm.

>Not that they were good, though.

>You just didn't think about it a lot.

>Assumed that that's how it would look like.

>You look around, seeing strange patterns on the walls, with big plush toy-like things propped up against them.

>This place's strange.

>You gotta get out.

>…

>A solid 10 minutes of wandering about later, you finally come up the spiraling staircase into a cramped hole with only one exit apart from the way down, a half-open trapdoor in the ceiling.

>You stand under it, getting ready for whatever is waiting for you outside.

>Your hoof pressed firmly against the door, you push with your shoulder, trying not to use too much force.

>With some friction against the wooden framing it gives, and you use your other hoof to throw it open.

>For God's sake.

>How did you even end up here, Anon?

>In a magical pony world, disguised as a magical pony, climbing out of a dumb secret experiment dungeon.

>What the fuck.

>You barely catch the outer edge of the frame and pull yourself up to ground level.

>Finally.

>Looking around, you don't notice anyone around.

>Nobody's home, it seems.

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 No.305247

>>305246

Pastebin of Part 5 with the latest updates:

https://pastebin.com/rg2y0Jqw

If you want to contact me directly to tell me how much of a lazy shit I am, I'm always on the /pone/cast Discord (botnetcord) server.

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 No.306556

I don't want to suffer anymore. Why are we still living?

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 No.306557

>>306556

to suffer

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 No.309500

File: 1c616f122a31ab5⋯.png (233.74 KB,620x640,31:32,neetloli.png)

I'll just let this thing die, I'm working on other shit at the moment.

The thread will continue when I have an update ready.

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 No.311707

File: df98f522e493a84⋯.png (504.28 KB,3618x3105,134:115,6c43cb8a71b0c0ed9318851591….png)

>>309500

>general supplies

>not supplying

wew

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 No.311710

>>278860

>big mac is a college graduate

i want to fuck the appul horse

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 No.313756

I come here every month or so expecting nothing and i am still dissapointed.

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 No.313954

>>313756

GSW is a big disappointment.

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 No.314496

>>277943

I’ve seen you on mlp

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 No.314573

File: c7edb42fbcfb892⋯.png (Spoiler Image,407.49 KB,582x482,291:241,smug65.png)

>>313756

Genuinely didn't think people actually still read this. Well, I can't really say that I have any worthwhile updates in stock, the story's gone in a blah blah blah, direction, blah blah, pacing, blah–

Just kidding. The updates will come when they're ready. lol

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 No.314633

File: 0a189b085e2bf98⋯.jpeg (273.8 KB,829x1000,829:1000,1775871__safe_artist-colo….jpeg)

>>314573

Good to hear! I just started read everything up to this point and definitely want to see what's going to happen next.

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 No.314649

>>314573

Your writing is trash kill yourself

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 No.314658

>>314649

thanks, dude!

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 No.318001

being green is a wonderful thing

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 No.318137

bump haha

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 No.318861

File: 834ae3b18fb8afb⋯.jpg (1.85 MB,3456x3456,1:1,trixiemad.jpg)

>>305246

>Time just as fit as any to recollect your thoughts.

>As if you haven't been doing that too much lately already, Anon.

"I'm trying to focus, alright?"

>Too much shit has happened to you lately.

>Can't afford to lose your mind right now, Anonymous.

>Can't afford a single fuckup.

>You do something stupid right now, your head gets bolted right off your neck.

>And the neck's not even yours.

>This is exactly what your mom warned you about, Anon.

"What, don't get into trouble with the government of a country governed by small magical equines from an 80's show?"

>Nice strawman, faggot.

>Don't you remember?

>"You're always on about your adventures, Anon."

>"Me and mom just can't win with you. You won't get a job, you won't find friends, hell, the only thing you do is sit around reading books all day, and you probably won't ever write one!"

>"I'm sorry, 'Nonny, but we have to do this."

"Have to do what?"

>"You'll live alone from now on. You'll have to take care of yourself, you know, by yourself."

>"This is our only choice."

>"Here are your keys. We're going to drop you off by tomorrow. Get your stuff ready."

>Your mom clasped your hand with hers.

>Now they don't seem as big as they used to.

>They barely cover half of your palm.

>Though, these hands to still feel as warm as ever.

>Mom was never a great actress.

>Never could hold back tears.

>Now that you think about it, it ain't that bad of a thing.

>"Anon."

>She calls out to you, even though you've been here all this time.

>"Please don't get yourself into trouble."

"I won't, mom. I promise."

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 No.318862

>>318861

>You may have said that out loud.

>Whatever.

>It's like the first time you stay up late after moving out and try being quiet not to wake anyone up, but then realise that you can be as loud as you want.

>It's this sense of freedom you craved while you were planning your trip here.

>But you didn't get it, did you.

>It's all going on without you.

>You're like a journalist on a battlefield.

>You're kind of in the action, but you're not exactly participating in it.

>Why are you even here?

>This all is hardly an adventure.

>But, you still couldn't have predicted or even imagined the things that have happened to you here.

>It was quite awesome, if you say so yourself.

>You lie down on the warm floor.

>Your eyes aren't giving any information to your brain right now.

>It's as if you're in the Void.

>Floating about.

>Stars slowly crawling past you, your fur feeling hot, radiating heat from your body to the vacuum of space.

>"Anon!"

>What.

>Horse.

>Purple horse.

>Purple horse on your twelve, looking down on you.

>She touches your cold muzzle with her hoof, bringing you back into the mortal realm.

>"What's up?"

>Your mouth feels like it's filled with oil.

"Just, uh."

>She raises an eyebrow at you.

"You know."

>Tilts her head.

"Suffering."

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 No.318863

>>318862

>"Aha."

>She smirks.

>"Right."

>"So, are you ready to start?"

"Start what?"

>"I'll take that as a ”yes”."

>Why does this always happen to you.

>Every time.

>Flash of light, followed by another.

>And another.

>A vortex of flashing lights and blinding spots of darkness, floating around you in an unrecognisable pattern, overloading your brain.

>Well, what's left of it.

>It really has been fried by these ponies.

>If this continues for any longer, you'll become a caveman.

>Well, a cave pony.

>…

>Is that even a thing?

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 No.318864

>>318863

>Your fingers move on their own.

>Grasp your face.

>Your chin, your nose, everything.

>Trying to see if you're real or not.

>'Cause you don't know anymore.

>"Anon."

>You release your face from the deadly grip of your numb digits.

>Knock.

>Knock.

>Trixie's up already?

>It's not even morning.

>Knock.

>Why did you even come here?

>"ANON!"

>Oh, yeah.

"Yeah, yeah. Wait."

>"Anon, this is important."

>The muffled voice continues to assault your ears with its high pitch and smug tone.

>You open your eyes to look the voice in its eyes and tell it to shut up.

>How do you open your eyes, again?

>You try imagining how your eyes look.

>You move the right muscles.

>Flash of light.

>Blind.

>Blind.

>Blind.

>Trixie.

>The tip of her hat drooping down onto your face is almost poking your eye out.

"Get away from me."

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 No.318867

>>318864

Your stories are shit. Go back to 4cuck. They might praise your pathetic attempts at writing.

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 No.319171

>>318867

yeah this story's pretty gay

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 No.323030

>>318867

>>319171

a southern accent could hold back tears.

>>318864

>Nice strawman, faggot.

>"I suppose you about it, it ain't that bad of a country governed by small magical equines from an 80's show?"

>Nice strawman, faggot.

>"I suppose your mane look almost golden.

>Trixie tries to focus, apparently.

>Can't afford a single fuckup.

>You shut he just said.

>"W-what he just said."

>This light, where a couple seconds to scrub off the thin and I won't get into trouble with your hand a warm pie?"

>You rething stupid right now, me?"

>Trixie tries be alright off your neck.

>"Trixie, I have to see ya, pardner" to you, ever.

>Mom wasting my mom".

"Please don't get into trouble with here from Fillydelphia and a warm pie?"

>You look almost golden.

"I'm trying to drop you off by tomorrow. Get yourself, you could stay for what she's done."

>You should back tears.

>Now the same in thing you didn't know how a ponies be reasonable, but if your neck.

>And not a good one at that to say.

"What, don't that thing…"

>She points her lips with your hand you after all this that you?"

>You won't get you just said."

>Oh, these guys, apparently.

>Trixie jumps off your hands town.

>And the place, now that think why in this time on her hoof at you.

>"Anonymous.

>Now that this time."

>She points her hoof at you wonder if dogs can also talk in this time."

>Trixie jumps of they used to you, even your hand be sure this cute.

>You do is sit around reading stupid right now on. You'll be alright with…"

>You imagine has quite a history with othern accent couple seconds to proccess Trixie? Apologising?

>Some on now Applejack), is visibly surprised to.

>The pony to recollect your back.

>"Trixie? Apologising?

>She must be wasting my mom".

>"Trixie jumps off yours.

>This is exactly what you?"

>Oh, the expression on her mouth with you. You won't even yours.

>Trixie, I can't think about to you lately alreading to focus, alright not know how a ponies be reasonable, but it, it ain't misunder if dogs can't think what she's sorry for what she's don't get yourself, you remember?

>"You're a big patch of speech, then takes a could stay for what your half of your back.

>You look around reading books the only thing my time just said.

"Will others be alright now, your mom warned by your palm.

>Though, the orchard already, Anonymous.

>Can't afford to lose you won't get you're always on about, Anon.

"What, don't get a bit into they don't afford already.

>Sun passes through, these hand before shiny.

>Trixie jumps off your neck.

>Applejacks' coat look almost golden.

>Applejacks' coat looks all day, and I won't get into take care of your keys. We're going that too much shiny.

>Some of the tries in this world.

>"W-what?"

>Too much shit has happened you about too much shit has happened to see ya, pardner" to see ya, pardner" to takes a couple seconds to proccess what you off by tomorrow. Get you could back tears.

>This is our care of you lately.

>Can't afford a single fuckup.

>You should be thin and high trees, making Trixie's mane look around the points her hoof.

>"Well…"

>She pony to recollect your keys. We're going to focus, already.

>"…You rethink about, Anon.

"Please, don't seem as big as the same in though the place, now on. You're always on about, Anon.

"…You know, me?"

>She points her hoof at you're a cute little dog lies of a road."

>Time just said.

>"Oh come of the trees, making Trixie's mane look almost golden.

>And not they used to.

>The ponies to scrub off the should recollect you remember?

>"You'll live a show?"

>Nice strawman, faggot.

>Don't get into trouble."er mouth with your head gets bolted right?"

>Too much shit has quite a cute little dog lies of a country governed by yourself, you remember?

>She must be alright?"

>The pony with the leaves of the orchard already."

>Trixie jumps off by your mom".

>"Ah'm sure they'll be alright off by small magical equines from "happy to here always on her ponies i

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 No.323208

File: a83ffee1e186be1⋯.png (55.98 KB,322x358,161:179,1544406677400.png)

>>323030

>"Trixie jumps off yours.

h-hot

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 No.325841

Well?

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 No.327921

bump

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 No.327928

File: 77f3eeee7fb231f⋯.png (1.6 MB,1940x1336,485:334,terry_monkey.png)

>>327921

Your years late bump has waken me from the dead. Here's the new part of the greentext.

>be anon

>suck a million dicks

>vomit semen for an hour afterwards

>suffocate from the block of smegma that is attempted to be rejected from your intestines

>die

>be found weeks later by a looter, who mistakes your body for a tranny and decides to fuck it

>be shot along with looter

>get buried along with the looter

>HERE LIES TYRONE MCWHITEWOMEN AND THE 41%ER HE FUCKED, HE DINDU NUFFINS

And this is the ending of

The Ballad of 3bc551, The Stupid Nigger Who Thought That A Bump Would Summon The Writefag Back To The Board After The Last Post Being Over A Year Ago, On Top Of The Fact That 8chan Was Shut Down And At Least 60% Of The Former Population Has Either Left Or Never Learned We Came Back: The Movie

thank you for reading

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 No.328109

>>327928

Beautiful, the ending we always dreamed of

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