/pone/ - My Little Pony

>>277946

>You gently pet her mane to try calming her down.

>It's fabulous; silky smooth and light at the same time, it flows under your fingers like the fur of a cat that's more expensive than you yourself are.

>Never really got to touch her mane during these two weeks.

>You never really got close to her, in fact.

>It was like two step-siblings that see each other for the first time.

>Except one of them was a different species.

>Maybe it's for the best.

>Oh, and Trixie seems to have stopped crying.

>Your mane-petting might have helped.

>"Hmph."

>Horse noises.

>"I would say that I thank you, but you already know that."

>She gets up and stretches her legs.

>Just like a cat.

>You wish you had one back home.

>Well, at least you helped her get better.

>And she seems to be heading to the ashpile.

>Not really an ashpile, but a bunch of burned wood on a melted frame.

>You also get up from your cross-legged position.

>It's really not good for your limbs.

>Approaching, under the burned floor you see something that seems to be a little engine strapped to a crankshaft.

>Trixie's also looking at it.

>"That's the reason of the fire."

>"It's an engine, I'm sure you humans have them in some form."

>"Powered by magic, you see. And since magic is energy, and energy cannot just disappear, it converts into heat."

>With that, she lightly kicks the ash off it's side.

>You see a thing, which is probably supposed to be a heatsink.

>It must've came off.

>"It's cooling system broke, so it overheated."

>She sighs, looking at the clear blue sky through the remains of the roof.

>And then giggles.

>"Still better than tugging it yourself."

More, feggit. Will Anon fuq the poni?

>>277958

More in about 30 minutes or so.

And maybe he will, maybe he won't.

>>277973

>making anon, a character, that's supposed to represent anonimity, into a special snowflake

test

>Trixie gets back to rummaging through her room.

>She looks everywhere: in the dresser, under it, behind it, over it, under the little bed, or rather what's left of all of them.

>"Anon."

>The blue horse cartoonishly jumps out of the bed's frame.

>"Have you seen the map?"

>Oh.

>She's looking for the map.

>You raise your index finger.

>With it sticking out, you squeeze the saddlebags between your legs and flail your other hand inside it, looking for the map you're sure Trixie has put in there.

>"Are you sure it's in there? I don't remember taking the map out o–"

>Ah!

>You look triumphally on Trixie, while holding the scroll that was the map of Equestria.

>Trixie's eyes shine, while taking it from your hand with her magic and opening it.

>"Anon, you're a saviou–"

>There's sure a lot of interrupting going on here.

>"That's not the right map."

>Oh.

>"I was looking for the magic map that told us where we are!"

>"Of course, I could calculate that, but I don't have time for such things."

>Gimme that.

>You take the map off her forcefully.

>Calculating where you are on a perfectly good map?

>It's easy!

>"Um."

>"We were heading west."

>Bwah, even easier.

>The map's scale looks like 1:1000000.

>So that means 1 centimeter per 10 kilometers.

>An engine of that mass would probably produce about 10kN of force.

>The mass of the carriage is about 2 tons.

>Simple math…

>Your acceleration would be 5 meters per second, or 18 kilometers an hour.

>You've been on the road since 7 PM to about 3.30 AM, which is 8.5 hours…

>You've passed 153 kilometers!

>Now you just need to measure 15.3 cm on this map…

>"Found it!"

>Trixie trots to you in glee with a scroll floating beside her.

>Fuck.

Keep going, it's getting interesting for once.

>>278015

Is that it?

>>278258

Fuck I thought he updated, sage next time

Is there a pastebin?

>>278258

>>278290

I am still updating, just took a little break for a day, and had some unexpected stuff yesterday. Updates will come later today and then every day at about 1-3PM EST.

>>278295

Yes.

Forgot to mention that this was the end of part 1.

http://pastebin.com/AhF8AnNw

>>278312

test

>>278312

What, Trixie, are you too good to graze on grass like a common pony?

>>278477

Would you then be implying that you'd eat anything straight outta the ground?

>>278312

woah keep going faggot

>>278312

testing, I for some reason can't post at one time and can at the other

>>278312

>You crawl over the hill, moaning and dying both inside and outside.

>…Where's Trixie?

>You probably lost her on the way up.

"I'll help you get up when I get at least a Big Mac and a large Cola."

>Two number 9's.

>One number 9 large.

>A number 6 with extra dip.

>A number 7.

>Two number 45's.

>One with cheese.

>And a laaarge fuckin' soda.

>"Anon! Anon!"

>Oh, she's alive.

>All your hopes shatter instantly.

>"Help Trixie. I can't go higher."

>Her speaking-in-third-person thing is back.

>Maybe that's just when she approaches a city.

>You stop and turn around.

>She's lying 10 feet up the hill.

>Fucking hell.

>…

>With Trixie riding on your back, you make your way to some kind of orchard.

>It's all apples.

>They are all huge, bright-red and are probably really sweet.

>"I think I know this place…"

>You hear a voice in the distance.

>It's obviously a pony's, but where is it coming from?…

>Suddenly, the sound of clopping hooves gets to you.

>You slowly turn around so Trixie on your back doesn't fly off.

>She is hanging tight, though.

>An orange mare with a stetson hat.

>"Howdy!"

>What else did you expect…

>>278860

Oh man. Is big Mac gonna fuck around in the human world?

>>279063

>>278860

It would be great to see him go in the human world and come back with a human gf and none of the ponies ever question it except for anon

I like this green. When will there be more?

>>283099

Checked, when op feels like updating

>>282937

>After glancing around to see if anyone caught his little accident, Whooves got up, dusted himself off, and signaled with his hoof for you to follow him.

>Trixie seems just as confused by that as you are.

>The streets are now almost empty, with the occasional pony walking by, although you can't imagine why would a pony be not home so late.

>Actually, speaking of late…

"Um."

>You wait until someone reacts to that.

>Whooves' ear twitches.

>Good enough.

"Uh, what time is it?"

>He stops for a brief moment, looking up somewhere.

>His big eyes squint, almost becoming the same size as yours.

>"Abo-o-o-o-out 7."

>Is it autumn here?

>Doesn't feel that cold.

"Thanks. I just can't live without a clock."

>"Well you're in luck, since there's one right above you, good sir!"

>You look up somewhere in the same general direction as the Doctor did just now.

"Oh."

>And sure enough, there's a big clock tower, looming over the thin clouds.

>And you're going right to it.

>>283171

>We aren't going in there, are we?

"We aren't going in there, are we?"

>Trixie, while still going along, looks at you like you're a mad man.

>You consider yourself one, anyway.

>"Is there something wrong, Anon? This is where Doctor lives."

>A-alright.

>You reckon it's fine if all of it isn't made for ponies.

>As in "too small for humans".

>But it seems adequate, even by your standarts.

>Speaking of too small, this wind isn't one of those things.

>You wouldn't classify it as a strong breeze as you would back home, but it is definitely quite alright.

>It ruffles the pages of your little diary, which is strapped to your belt.

>You better not tell the ponies what this belt is made out of, ha.

>You hear a quiet clanking noise.

>Doctor is also getting the keys from his toolbelt.

>My man Doc.

>Or my pony.

>Either will do.

Oh, this is back. Good.

This is actually a decent thread

>>284624

>Trixie lets out a small chuckle before walking over to the back of the room, leaving you and Whooves awkwardly staring at each other.

>"So…"

>Doctor doesn't even know how to start, by the looks of things.

>His staring is very thorough.

>"Fancy some tea?"

"Sure, why not."

>"Then just plop down somewhere around Trixie, I'll be back in a minute."

>He goes in some other direction, and you're too tired to even turn your head, as you've just noticed.

>You come up to Trixie already curled up on the armrest of one of the two surprisingly big armchairs.

>Next to a cute little fireplace.

>And still in her cape and hat.

>You sit down carefully, trying not to shake Trixie too much.

>This clocktower is a lot better than you imagined it to be.

>Speaking of clocks.

>Where's the actual clock part?

>You've seen it from outside.

>But didn't see the chimney.

>So it must be on the back side of the building.

>And sure enough, when you turn around, you see the mechanism right on the opposite side.

>It was just behind you when you came up the stairs.

"Alright, I'm stupid."

>You whisper to youself.

>it din't die

May god bless this green!

Is this still alive? Please tell me you're still around even after the site going to the shitter.

>>284709

The last part of Chapter 2 coming right up, boys

>Letting out a sigh, you guess you might as well relax for a bit.

>You get comfy.

>Hm.

>You never noticed how small these ponies actually are.

>Well, you did, but it wasn't really the same thing.

>They're cute.

>You hand involuntarily slowly advances to the sleeping pony.

>It touches the coat.

>Awwww.

>You start by gently petting Trixie's back.

>Her delicate fur feels amazing; It's thicker on her sides, and becomes as smooth as silk towards the back.

>Trixie was definitely tired; She would've killed you by now.

>Good pony…

>You yawn, but force yourself to not emit any noise so Trixie doesn’t wake up.

>Scratching her floof does relax quite a bit, doesn’t it.

>Your eyes close be themselves, the traitors.

>”Kheugh.”

>You hear a strange, forced cough.

>Slowly turning your head around, you only see Doc with a tray in his mouth.

“Oh. Oh. Sorry.”

>You help him put it on the small coffee table between the two armchairs.

>He smiles at you and sits down on the other one in some strange manner, looking more human than other horses.

>”So, how is it?”

“How is what?”

>”Well.”

>Doctor looks around for some reason.

>”Equestria.”

“Oh, it’s great. Loving it so far, except the whole engine breaking thing.”

>”That happens. It was my fault, anyway.”

>He sips a little bit from his cup while it’s still on the tray before continuing.

>”Ah, I also fell in love with this place since the first time I saw it.”

“Ha. Ha-ha.”

>What.

>He’s talking about Ponyville, right?

>”Finding something funny?”

“N-no. Everything’s fine.”

>”But I think it’s quite funny. Ha-ha.”

>He tries faking a laugh like you did right now, but fails miserably.

>"Sorry. The stress is getting to me."

"Stress of what?"

>You never even thought these ponies could be stressed out by their work.

>Aren't they, like, specialized for specific jobs and stuff?

>"Want me to start from the top?"

>You take your cup of tea and take a sip.

"Sure."

Bumping for an actual interesting story

>>287799

>A bunch of young adult men wishing to be little ponies in Equestria should be a red flag for even yourselves if you had just a little bit of self-awareness.

You'd expect this shit from /mlp/ and it's riddled with it. People, fuck off with this shit on /pone/.

Where do you think you are, you inbred? Autism is the way to go, /mlp/ didn't call dibs on poneanon

>>287799

You're just a normalfag

>>287799

>He doesn't want to have cute little hooves and be cuddled by a big, strong stallion.

What a fag.

I'm glad it's being continued.

A greentext thread. The perfect outlet. Time to get some shit off my chest. So long, long ago there was a fanfic I had written out the details of, but never wrote past the second chapter and never published any of. It's always been in the back of my mind, and one way of putting an end will be to hijack this very thread to greentext the entire thing within a few posts.

Was written roughly during second half of S4, takes place during first half of S4. Also it's important to mention that it was written before all the villain back story comics and that princess diary were released. You can probably tell easily why I never actually wrote and published it. You don't even need to read or like it, but having it here, at least I put it out there and it's one thing that can rest forever.

> everything normal

> suddenly Pinkies everywhere

> the Pinkie Pie clones from S3 are back for some reason

> TS, R and RD decide to investigate

> ask Pinkies where they came from

> while following them, run into FS

> apparently big creatures from the wild have gone missing

> continue following Pinkies, Pinkies insist there's a big ass tower

> there is no big ass tower

> follow them

> when up close, there is big ass tower after all

> TS concludes it has some sort of cloaking spell applied

> doors open, 4 of them venture inside

> get separated by self-moving doors like in Princesses' old castle

> FS runs into culprit

> unnaturally physically strong magician pony called Bristle Sticks

> discovers she has a dormant hunger/transformation spell (from Bats) lingering

> stuffs magic crystal down her throat that enhances and activates the spell

> FS turns into Flutterbat, RD finds her, but has to chase savage bat creature out of tower into skies above Ponyville

> FLight combat scene ensues

> Flutterbat turns completely yellow bat before RD overpowers and captures her

> TS runs into Rarity and tells her to leave and warn rest about her discoveries

> she ran into Bristle Sticks

> he has a giant hateboner for Celestia for some reason

> tries to use magic to bring down the ceiling in a partially collapsed room over him

> he simply stands back up in spite of big pieces of stone having fallen on him

> in spite of strange strength also uses a walking stick

> lure Twilight into his magical study and kicks her through magic portal before closing it

> Twilight lost in an empty house with magic utensils similar to her own

> also stuff to prepare and power a magic portal

> it's not powered any more

> outside, it's just foggy, white emptiness with pieces of familiar places slightly looking out of shallow water that seems to cover almost everything

> there are ponies everywhere, but they all seem to have their minds fixed on one task or emotion

> travels through strange, empty place until runs into big, colourful palace

> palace is well-decorated but mostly empty, only in the very back in a throne room, there are some enthralled female ponies swarming around one young, familiar looking pony

> it's flash Sentry, at least he looks exactly like Flash Sentry

> he explains to her what has been going on the entire time

> the realm TS is trapped in is the realm of the magic pond

> if ponies create copies using the magic pond the pies know of, and are then 'sent back to the pond', this is where they are sent

> the evil sorcerer with the tower is also a copy

> all the ponies in this realm are copies that have accumulated over the centuries or millennia

> Flash sentry is actually not Flash Sentry, but a copy of an aspiring illusionist called Tricky Trader, he has a constant illusion of desire that makes him appear to each pony like the pony they desire

> Tricky trader looks like Flash Sentry, but only to TS

> Tricky Trader offers her a trade

> He and Bristle sticks have had a power struggle over who commands all the copied ponies

> Trader was always the one on top, because he could entrhall all the ponies to do his bidding, but Bristle was the one that knew how to open a portal to the outside world

> for a portal, he needs a large number of ponies (of any kind) to help channel his spell

> For as long as the two had been in the pond, they couuld never agree on terms on which to work together

> then a sudden army of Pink ponies appeared in the realm of the pond

> Bristle sticks used Pink Ponies to channel the spell for his portal and could escape without Tricky Trader

> closed the portal behind him

> Tricky Trader is trapped here

> Twilight gets the ponies needed to channel the spell, if she can reconstruct it and opens it for herself and for Tricky Trader

> no other options she takes the deal, details of spell are in books in house she first appeared in, which is Bristle Sticks' house

> it seems TT simply never bothered to properly look into it

> Takes deal, redoes ritual, escapes realm of the pond, Tricky Trader vanishes, as well as another pony that catches her attention while they open it, a strangely clothed, dark-green female pony who's face reminds her of PP's, called Rattlebash

> back outside, all hell broke loose

> Rarity mobilized ponyville to deal with new situation

> all the disappeared creatures have returned, but as grown, savage versions of themselves

> the tower is gone

> Flutterbat is still a yellow bat, but has calmed down

> Soon discover and remove crystal, FS turns back to normal

> creatures from the wild have similar imbued crystals implanted, turn back to normal once crystals are removed

> Seems most of the madness is over, but Bristle Sticks still escaped with his tower

This is only part 1.

> Brings up and rattles down entire story in front of Celestia

> Celestia extremely nervous the moment BS's name is first mentioned, and Discord finds it funny for some reason

> Upon asking him why Celestia seems scared of BS, Discord simply answers: The power over chaos, is the power over reality. The power over reality, is also the power over time. Reality is meaningless and so is time, so if you want to know why little Mister Sticks is a dangerous problem to the great and infallible Celestia, why don't you just ask him yourself?

> zaps her several centuries to the past

> atop mountain, a magician has a personal school

> specifically an enchanter who is very well respected and known to be an adept at all kinds of enchantment

> it's Bristle sticks

> he was born with brittle bone disease, but excelled so well at enchanting, he eventually enchanted his own joints to have unnatural strength and to even have much more stable bones than a regular pony

> he explains that he is the great mage of his time

> every era in equestria has a great magician that is taken on and tutored by Celestia herself, in hopes of them achieving greatness and to become an alicorn

> TS is her own era's great magician

> BS is that of his own

> BS's clone is a relic of a time when he was bitter and unforgiving, and acted out of understandable rage

> long before that (everything below is a reference to Gypsy bard)

> Celestia made a deal with the Mulus, a tribe of warring Zebras

> they wipe out the Satsies, a herd of nomadic earth ponies that practise chaos magic and the Mulus take the blame for anything that happens to the Satsies

> in exchange, they receive the head of a person that they deem has insulted them

> it is Brittle Sticks' son

> Celestia takes the deal

> son is sacrificed before Zebras get to work

> Brittle Sticks barges in on Mulus' attack and saves the life of one single female foal before they burn everything down

> her name is rattlebash

> chaos magic is a form of earth magic, that some ponies are more talented at than others

> Satsies are simply particularly talented

> every Satsie has a specific impression, thought, or emotion that causes their chaos magic to express itself (Pinkie's would be fun)

> Rattlebash's is the sound of a rattle

> whenever she hears a rattle being struck, weird shit happens that is at first not under her control

> sets her out to live in an orphanage

> orphanage also has a school

> with music classes

> and rattles are being used

> RB becomes odd girl out

> develops homicidal tendencies because of what happened to her family

> eventually spergs out, murders all the fellow foals she can get her hands on, cuts off their skin uses the orphanage's sowing machine to craft herself a little robe out of foalskin

> Bristle sticks finds out, abducts her and has her live as her apprentice in his tower

> trains her to be prepared to take down an alicorn

> eventually even clones himself and RB to make sure that they would try to take out Celestia again in case the two of them failed

> attempt at killing Celestia and fail, princesses bring him to his knees and to his senses

> eventually accepts what happened, leaves Celestia's court forever and goes on to lives as an enchanting teacher on a mountain

> he can forgive, but the clone is a snapshot of his mindset from when he was dead set on assassinating princess Celestia

> also gives her the solution to how the BS-clone can be defeated

> he is a unicorn

> unicorns use arcane magic

> in an underground river, extremely deep in a set of tunnels below the mountain on which the current Canterlot is built, there is a water called the liquid void

> it drains any potency of arcane magic around it

> Should she drink or inhale a single drop of it, she wouldn't be able to use any (arcane) magic for the rest of her life (if she was a unicorn)

> the only way to use arcane magic while near liquid void is to bypass it by combining the other two kinds, by being an alicorn

> TS already is an alicorn

> Discord shows up to send her back to the present

> takes on journey below the earth to collect a glass of liquid void

> they eventually convince discord to mask as Celestia and to serve as bait

> Discord fights and restrains rattlebash and eventually covers BS' body in darts coated in liquid void

> Twilight makes him drink rest of it and then further restrains and banishes him back into the pond

Okay, so far so good.

> a month later, Pinkie Pie is made more familiar with her nomadic roots

> Celestia hands down to the pies the ancient spoils of the Mulus

> among other things, there are books for dishes that invoke specific things when eaten by ponies that have a talent for chaos magic

> Pinkie Pie's weird cartoon shit is chaos magic

> Time Turner discovers the incomplete 'time sorbet' recipe, and him and soufflémare help Pinkie upgrade it to the 'Time Soufflé'

> Before TS can do much, PP has already pitten off of it, disappears in the time vortex, and a weird, warping wall engulfs the entirety of ponyville

> everything's changed

> except for the memories of a few characters

> all ponies are suddenly dragons

> except twilight sparkle

> she is now Prince Spike's pet pony

> the rest of the mane6 are now male dragons, among others, there's a white blacksmith called Quality, whom everyone is convinced that Twilight has a crush on

> Discord is gone for the time being and replaced with a female Equudracon called Strife

> TS and Prince Spike need to get used to their new My little Dragon lives

> a year passes, Spike goes through the entirety of MLP S3 in a few paragraphs

> eventually Brittle Sticks' counterpart comes in, Spike banishes her and saves the white sun dragon Prince Stellarus

> Spike's sister announces she and her husband, the augur Canon are going on a holiday and would like Spike, Prince Stellarus and Prince Nocturnus to attend

> it was a trap set up to capture all four augurs (dragons with wings and horns)

> set up by a nation of dragons from across the ocean, led by another augur

> Before any more can happen, Twilight flees, finds time turner and Soufflé brooder, redoes the time soufflé and jumps after Pink Puffer into the time vortex

> lands long before the creation of equestria, where strange pony-dragon hybrid creatures are deciding whether the seed of magic should be handed to the future species of ponies or to the dragons

> Pinkie Pie landed here and they were so appalled by the result, they decided to imbue the dragons with it instead

> this is why everything changed

> Eventually Discord and Strife both show up, to take both Twilight Sparkles and both Spikes into their respective realities

> Twilight arrives back in pony-equestria a week before Shining armor announces his trip with Cadence

> warns Celestia and luna about it

> heads to crystal empire to confront Shining armor to ask why he's doing this

> gets to carriage that SA prepared but refuses to enter it since she knows it's a trap

> too late, his allies

> ponies from across the ocean

> servants of an alicorn, that seem to be affiliated with shining armor

> shining armor is of course not shining armor but Tricky Trader

> TT is himself surprised, as his old allies don't call him Tricky Trader

> they refer to him by the title they remember him (his original) demanding to be given a thousand years ago

> King Sombra

> 'King Sombra' gets to put on a costume fitting to the name, but without the powers his original has

> deus ex machina Celestia shows up and zaps everyone, including herself, across the ocean to confront Northlight Radiance (the other alicorn)

> battle of the alicorns ensues

> of course TS, Cadence, Celestia and Luna win

> Tricky trader is also fed liquid void and banished into realm of the pond

>>288971

I am

>>288971

I am

>>288971

I'M SPARTACUS!

>>288971

Still here motherfucker, better rev up that green!

>>289050

Of course, there's Trixie in it.

>>289056

Where's the new green you were supposed to post today morning?

>>290734

Nyx wants next part!

w-where's the green? you p-promised us some green, r-right??

>>291867

>The pink pony inhales the whole room worth of air in one second.

>"WELCOME CUPCAAAAAAAKES!"

>All you hear apart from ringing then is a click.

>Rows upon of rows of doors open on the ceiling and trays of different cupcakes rain on the tables, landing perfectly.

>Clanking and grinding noises are emitted from the openings, and you see the cupcakes come back onto the trays in there.

>You only noticed that because your head is about 2 feet under the ceiling.

>Quite a compact mechanism, that.

>>277981

Fail

>>292326

Uh, larger parts are coming soon-ish™. Had a severe lack of ideas lately.

>>293303

Woo, page 10!

Don't die, General cuck.

>>293883

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bump ;)

Finish your story, then you have our permission to die.

Still waiting for that green you faggot.

>>294325

"OH MY GOD, A TALKING HORSE!"

>A small horse is sitting in front of you.

>You're lying in some sort of a chair-bed… Thing.

>The small horse has glasses on it's nose, and a clipboard in its… Uh… Magic?

>You can't see clearly if you know the pony, since it's blue mane has fallen on it's face.

>"Do you consider yourself… An angry person?"

"What."

>"Do you get angry really fast?"

>Even if you did, you never noticed.

>It's a strange thing to ask anyway.

>But then you see it.

>You realise.

"What's that leg doing under the wardrobe?"

>The horse was just about to say something, but it stopped mid-breath for some reason.

>Its horn light up and you lost consciousness again.

>Aaaand you're back.

>Well that was quick.

>The blue pony is now gone.

>Oh, it's back again!

>And it looks like it's trying to tell you something.

>Silly horse, animals can't speak!

>"Listen, Anon, we need to–!"

>You shut its mouth with your finger.

"Silly horse, animals can't speak. Stop it. Wait, is that you, Joe? Where did you get a costume like that?"

>You always knew Joe was a goddamn furry.

>"Ahmhm!"

"Stop calling me that."

>>294326

>You feel a strong chill storm all your bones from the inside, hollowing them out, leaving only cold darkness behind.

>Your finger slips off Trixie's mouth instantly.

>"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

>Only now you notice where you are.

>Cold, damp stone walls spread foul smells into your nose, blocking its sensitivity.

>How did you know that they were cold, if you never touched them?

>You extend your hand to be an inch away from the wall.

>The cold radiates to your fingers.

>The circulation in your arm stops.

>The fingers feel like they're gonna fall off at any moment now.

>Some strange emptiness gets hold of your chest.

>This is feeling like an eternity.

>"Those sounds, Anon!"

>You look around and take a fighting stance, hoping to look at least a bit more intimidating than you normally are.

>Which you aren't, like, at all.

>Nothing at all.

>There's nothing here.

>You don't hear anything.

>That nagging feeling in your chest continues, though.

>Like you forgot something.

>And then, you remember everything.

>Enlightenment comes onto you.

>It's all clear now.

>>294328

>You forgot y—

>"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR"

>What's that warm air coming from behind you?

>And where's Tri–

>"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR"

"Alright missy, I don't need to deal with your bullshit at this very moment."

>"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR"

>God, can't she just hold on for a minute?

"If you don't stop now, I'll plug your mouth so ha–"

>You turn around, lifting your index finger to finally get Trixie to calm the hell down.

"Oh."

>The pony stares at you, its non-existent eyebrows frowning in anger.

>Th-that doesn't look like Trixie…

>Hair almost fallen out, sharpened teeth, blank stare, skin and fur lying around the muscles in patches…

>"Anon! Run!"

>You hear from somewhere behind you.

>Uh, you'd better run, yeah.

>First, you back off slowly, not breaking eye contact.

>Then you fucking crank the gear to max.

See? That wasn't so hard

>>294339

fuck you guys ;-;

>>294332

>You ran, and you ran.

>You heard a very distinct clopping of hooves creeping up behind you.

>You can't just die like this.

>The clopping is very close now.

>You briefly turn around to see the pony heaving, trying to get you on its last bit of stamina.

>Ha, human endurance wins agai–!

>be Trixie

>Why in Tartarus did you run away?

>You left Anon all alone with whatever that thing was.

>Walking through the labyrinth of the tunnels of the sewage system, taking deep breaths.

>Then you hear steps, clopping, screaming and a voice.

>Anon's voice.

>You turn to the source, and see Anon running away from the Thing in a parallel tunnel.

"Anon! I'm here!"

>He looked at it, continuing to run.

>Said something.

>And banged his head on a pipe protruding from the ceiling.

>With a loud "CLANG".

>No matter how funny it was, you have to save him now.

"I won't let you down the second time, Anon!"

>You said, trying to get him faster than the Thing.

>Which is kind of impossible.

How long has it been since the last green? Days? Weeks? It doesn't matter, time doesn't matter. The world doesn't matter. What matters is the green. When will there be more?

>>295289

Three weeks, to the day.

>>295398

So I guess this is the end of part 3, and by extension, the Ponyville arc.

Writing bullshit below, read if you wanna.

I wrote myself into a corner in the end here, and writing the story out of this mess took a lot more effort than I anticipated going into this whole project, which was supposed to be on the side from all other stuff I do. So this is basically why I don't update as much as I should be on this front.

Now though I'm pretty much free most of the time, and I plan on finishing this, whether anyone reads this or not doesn't even matter at this point. Thanks to those who do actually read it, though.

/blog

Pastebins, updated:

Part 1: https://pastebin.com/AhF8AnNw

Part 2: https://pastebin.com/GsBzQxWy

Part 3: https://pastebin.com/3p5V5C52

Part 4 is coming soon.

>>295398

>be Anon

>You wake up.

>Covered head to toe in sweat.

>Shouldn't have fallen asleep in your suit again.

>The smell of alcohol hits your nose.

>Well, alcohol, tears, and sweat.

>Anon's Favourite Combo™.

>You sit upright on your bed.

>The early bright sunlight reflects off of every single thing it can, filling the room with silvery tones.

>Dust particles dancing around you, narrowly missing your eyes.

>You blink.

>Working on autopilot, you find the bottle on the floor and take another swig.

>You're gonna turn into a slav with this much vodka in you.

>But you don't really care.

>Might as well be happy with your shitty life.

>You go past your wimpy table and set the wine bottle on it.

>You see a half-eaten PB&J.

>It's weeks old, but still looks just as shit as when it was fresh.

>You feel like that sentence could describe your whole life.

>Yesterday you thought that something amazing was gonna happen, though you don't exactly remember what that thing was.

>But today you still sense the amazing thing.

>And you know you're gonna love it.

>>295760

>Sandwich in hand, you walk over to your balcony.

>Open the door.

>Take in the air around you.

>Have a good look at the morning London.

>And take a bite of your BLT.

>The fresh lettuce fills you up with energy.

>The crispy bacon makes you not regret living.

>But you know what would make your life just that bit better.

>You turn around to take your bottle.

>Then you remember why you were so happy in these last couple weeks.

>The portal to Equestria, glimmering in the sunlight with its bare metal and unshielded wires, stands there, ready for you to go through.

>A great ring, just big enough for you to fit in, designed to close after a spike in power consumption.

>How did you achieve that?

>Just got a cheap power bar. It'll die after a single peak of high voltage going through it.

>You throw all the stuff you have in your hands and jump towards it.

>You visually examine all the loose wires you might've left when you got hammered while working yesterday.

>Everything looks fine.

>You try touching the metal, your fingers anticipating the cold feel of aluminium.

>But you only hear a ringing sound and the sound of your nerves dying off.

>Your hands are tied.

>Your forehead is bleeding.

>And you don't have your diary with you in such a moment.

"Well fuck me."

>TrixAnon Stories: Part 4.

<he posts 60 lines of green

excellent work. see you in two more months

Holy smegma of celestia, this thread's still going?

>>295773

Of course, mostly 'cause I'm the greatest writefag on 8chan

like that's saying something

>>295813

You forget tavifag

>>295761

>Your eyes at this point are wide open, but you still can't make out anything.

>Everything's a blurry mess.

>You do hear a voice, though. Someone crying behind you.

>You try turning your head.

>And only see a part of a light-blue mane.

>A couple more degrees, and your head would've snapped out of your neck.

"Trix?"

>The sobbing stops.

>"Anon!"

>You've never thought you'd be so relieved to hear this voice again.

>Though you feel like you'll have more problems than just Trixie crying very soon.

>A shadowy figure moves inside the darkness, and you can only see a pair of amber eyes shining brightly, staring directly at you.

>Only now you realise how a spotlight only has you two lit up, albeit very dimly.

>Tied to two chairs opposite of each other.

>Then, everything changes.

>A microphone feedback sound rings through the hall.

>Get ready, Anon.

>It's performance time.

>>296332

>Mom finally gave into your begging and got you a ticket to Trixie's show!

>This isn't the first time she's been to Canterlot with a show, but it is the first time seeing her for you.

>And it's also the first time you've been to the Hall by yourself.

>You've been hearing tons and tons about her amazing performances back in school, it seems like every other colt's already been here at least once.

>Whatever, you'll enjoy yourself today.

>Looks like Trixie's found a new way to introduce her this time!

>Tied up to a chair with her new assistant.

>You so wanna see how she gets out of the situation.

>You've been staring at the scene for so long now that your eyes are starting to hurt.

>You blink.

>A puff of smoke pops onto the scene, reflecting the spotlights across the Hall, spreading their light in waves through the crowd.

>Aw horseshoes, you missed it.

>You hear the Hall release its famous Roar of Voices upon the scene, covering it with a wind of soundwaves.

>"Welcome to the show, ponies!"

>The roar loudens, as if the manticore that produced it just got even bigger.

>Trixie sure does know how to get the crowd going.

>Her signature circus-like music starts playing, almost deafening you with its tingly-high piano chords.

>She taps her hoof on the floor, and her weird-looking assistant gets untied.

>>296979

>"I can't believe Trixie's been able to get Anon the Amazing onto the show!"

>There's a mature-enough-looking earth filly sitting next to you.

>You glance over at her.

>All of the bright lights illuminate her soft-looking pale yellow coat, making it look almost golden.

>Her green-ish mane shined by itself, it seems like.

"Oh, did something happen to them?"

>You always get anxious about replying to ponies in environments like this.

>She might've said that to someone sitting next to her on the other side.

>"Oh, didn't you hear? Their carriage broke on the way from Fillydelphia to Ponyville!"

>She still seemed captivated with the show, while you didn't even pay attention to it.

"That's awful."

>You awkwardly stop looking in the filly's direction and go back to the watching the show.

>Though…

>You glance over to your right one last time.

>She's looking at you.

>Ooh poo.

>"It's your first time here, isn't it."

>She said, raising an eyebrow and smirking.

>What's that even supposed to mean?

>S-so what if you're here for the first time!…

>"Don't worry, it's my first time alone here too."

>You unknowingly let out a sigh of relief.

>She giggles.

>"Wanna go for milkshakes after the show?"

>Oh.

>>296980

>…

>Tartarus yes.

"Sure, why not."

>Her eyes light up brighter than Trixie's fireworks, and her smile blurs your eyes stronger than Anon's Blinding Storm spell.

>The filly scoots over on her seat to be closer to you.

>This night is going even better than you expected.

>"Now lets watch the show."

>…

>An hour and a half later you feel not only the filly's warmth beside you, but everypony else's.

>The Hall was never famous for it's big entrances and exits, so ponies had to rub sides to get out in numbers of at least two at a time.

>While you were standing in line to the exit, you noticed another pony going onto the scene.

>She said something to Anon.

>He immediately ran off to somewhere behind the curtains.

>You were left pondering where he'd gone.

>The pony on the stage was left alone with Trixie.

>You'd never seen a anypony like her before.

>Dark green coat, ash-grey sometimes curly, sometimes straight mane and tail…

>You couldn't see the cutie mark from that angle, but you were pretty sure she didn't have one, despite being a fully grown-up mare.

>You feel a bump from behind.

>And go out into the darkness.

>The opening seemingly pushed you through into the vacuum of the night, cloaking you in cold and dry autumn air.

>You stood at the bottom of the staircase, waiting for the filly to catch up.

>Oh, yeah, you never actually got her name.

>You see her gracefully hopping down the wide steps.

>"Thanks for waiting for me, umm…"

"Silver Dust."

>"Yeah, Silver Dust."

"And you are?…"

>"Little League."

>Only now you notice the little baseball on her flank.

>You've heard all sorts of things about sportsfillies from colts at school.

>Doubly excited for the night now.

>>296981

>be Anon

>Phew!

>You're finally done with the Canterlot show.

>You feel as if the whole planet just fell off your shoulders.

>And the best part is that you have a whole month before the next one.

>You and Trixie are now sitting on the edge of the stage, looking at happy ponies cramming into the small opening they call the exit door.

>"See, Anon? You should've expected only the best from Trixie!"

>You sigh.

"I know I should've believed in you, Trixie."

>You feel her smile shining through you.

"Just didn't know if you could handle the stress."

>You clench up, anticipating the blast.

>"You know what?"

>Huh?

>"I wouldn't have handled it if you weren't around."

>Huh?

>"Thanks, Anon."

>Uh, what.

"Um."

>"I'll count that for the last time."

>She snickers.

>You force out a chuckle too, why not.

>The two of you calm down once again, waiting for everypony else to get out.

>But one of them isn't going towards the entrance.

>The greenish pony.

>Her amber eyes shine, staring directly at you.

>Is she a mare or a filly?

>You cannot decide.

>She doesn't even have a cutie mark.

>You wipe sweat from your brow.

>Why are you sweating?

>And then, the world dies for a moment.

>>296982

>You hear a familiar voice.

>"Hey, Anon! Didn't you forget something?"

>The pony smirks.

>Forget what?

>You let out a sound you don't even know how to describe.

>Trixie doesn't seem to notice anything.

>"Alright, I'll put it in your room, since you've been a good boy."

>Her at least somewhat neutral expression turns into a piercing stare only you could've pulled off.

>"Now go get it."

>The pony disappears into thin air.

>You rush off to wherever.

>"Anon? What?"

>The Great and Powerful Trixie, left in the dust behind you, was really confused.

>You find a room labeled "Anon" in the hallway behind the curtains.

>You turn the knob.

>You slowly (or so you think) open the door.

>…

>There's nothing in the room apart from a leather-bound book.

>You take a step inside.

>Sit down on the cold wooden floor.

>And touch the book.

>The memories come to you.

>A wave rushes over you, drowns you, and leaves you hyperventilating and now lying on your back, feeling the grain of the warm maple planks beneath you.

>What?…

>What the fuck happened in Canterlot?

>Sewers?

>Ghouls?

>You just… Forgot about it?

>Well, shit.

>Must be a magic thing.

>>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.

>>296984

Where the fuck is Celestia in all this?

Bampu

Sage

>>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?"

>>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.

>>299308

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

>>299321

Me. Pick me. I'll do it.

So, what the fuck even happened to anon?

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

>>292233

Xd

>>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.

>>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.

>>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."

Bampu

BabsSeed doesn't wash himself.

Ding dong bumpu.

>>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.

>>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.

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

>>306556

to suffer

>>278860

>big mac is a college graduate

i want to fuck the appul horse

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

>>313756

GSW is a big disappointment.

>>277943

I’ve seen you on mlp

>>314573

Your writing is trash kill yourself

>>314649

thanks, dude!

being green is a wonderful thing

bump haha

>>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."

>>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?

>>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."

>>318864

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

>>318867

yeah this story's pretty gay

>>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

Well?

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>>327928

Beautiful, the ending we always dreamed of