79ab7d No.101661[Last 50 Posts]
Hey guys, it's the SCHARPG writefag from the big Conservative Sunset Shimmer thread. I know the thread didn't hit bump limit, but I felt like it was kind of a mess and that it would be a good idea to have a thread specifically for this story, now that it's officially a thing. It also might attract new readers who might not have wanted to dive into a prompt thread that turned into a political debate/circlejerk/greentext flood. This one will be strictly for me dumping greentext and you anons talking about it.
Here is the pastebin of the story so far, including this week's update:
http://pastebin.com/MLfWzsitAs /pone/ has post ID's and I'm not really worried about anons trying to impersonate me, I will not be tripfagging. For now, anyway. If other anons can convince me it's a good idea, I might in the future.
Anyway, thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy the story! Read the pastebin first if you're new and looking to check out what this is all about. Dumping in a few moments.
79ab7d No.101664
The next ~three posts is the update as of Friday, Mar 21, 2015
>You wake up early the next morning due to the light of the rising sun shining directly into your eyes through the eastern-facing bedroom window. Blinded, you roll over and relfexively slap at where you suppose the alarm on the nightstand to be, hitting air. Oh, that's right - this isn't your room. Though you don't panic this time, you take a few minutes to process the fact that you just woke up in the bed of a friendly yellow pegasus. It's a comfy bed, too; you're tempted to snuggle in, pretend yesterday didn't happen, and go back to sleep.
>Your head rests airily on what feels like a genuine down pillow, and you scrunch your toes into the cool sheets and rub your fingers over the blanket to appraise the fabric; yep, that's 100% cotton. Darting your eyes around the room to make sure Fluttershy isn't watching, you next give the blanket a cautious sniff. Just like last night, there's a musk that the primitive part of your brain knows came from another large mammal, despite never having smelled it before. On top of that is a sort of earthy tang that reminds you of wild vegetables and ploughed dirt. It's not at all mild, and you'd almost compare it to the smell of a zoo, except that it's missing the rankness of sad animal feces. Not exactly alluring, but not truly unpleasant, either. You guess you'll just have to get used to it.
>The candle that Fluttershy left in your room last night has gone out, melted down to a nub. You stare at it for a while before deciding that you've procrastinated enough. You're not going to escape this situation by going back to sleep. With luck, you might be able to find a way back home with the help of Twilight Sparkle - or rather, with the help of her library, you remind yourself. She has no idea that you're from another dimension where she and her friends are a vehicle to sell shitty toys to little girls, and it's going to stay that way. You suppose you'll have to commit to the charade of integrating as a good Equestrian subject for now, and take things as they come. Being college buddies with Twilight might be an amusing distraction in the meantime, anyway.
>You roll out of bed slowly so as not to stress the small springs of your pony-sized mattress and find your clothes neatly folded away in the dresser where you left them. They don't smell too great after being sweated in all day in the hot sun, but you have nothing else to wear, so you put them on. You'll have to ask Rarity or maybe the Mayor about having some new clothes made for you. A single pair of jeans and a t-shirt are not going to be very convenient to wear day in and day out.
>Normally, the first thing you'd do in the morning is take a shower, shave, and brush your teeth, but Fluttershy's cottage has no plumbing. As she explained to you yesterday during the tour of her property, she survives on well water and the occasional visit to a river, stream, or pond, all of which are nearby but not near enough for your liking. Grabbing a bucket to go get water and then having to heat it up over a fire just to get clean is unimaginable to you, and you're sure as hell not taking a cold shower at this hour. You'll just have to hope that Fluttershy is polite enough to pretend not to notice your poor hygiene for now, until you can muster a bit more willpower.
>With no other options, you make your way downstairs to see about breakfast.
79ab7d No.101665
>>101664
>You hear humming coming from the kitchen, and sure enough, Fluttershy is already awake and making breakfast. You know she's probably under a psychological compunction to be a good host, but even so, you feel a little embarassed. Certainly, she wouldn't do this for you every day?
>You decide to go help her out. You walk into Fluttershy's cramped kitchen and bid her good morning."Good morning, Fluttershy!"
>"Oh! Good morning, Anonymous!" Fluttershy looks up from a pot of raw oats into which she is pouring milk. On the counter is a glass jar of cinnamon sticks, as well as a cutting board on which she has sliced up an apple into small chunks. She must be making oatmeal. You remember from yesterday that her kitchen does not have an oven or a range; instead, there is a wood stove out in the living room that doubles as a hearth, which is currently crackling.
>"I didn't know when you'd wake up, so I decided to go through my normal routine and check in on you once in a while. I went and fed the animals, and when I came back you were still asleep, so I started making myself breakfast. I'm almost done, but now that you're awake I'll make yours, too. U-unless you're not hungry, that is…"
>She fed the animals before feeding herself? Adorable."Actually, Fluttershy, I am hungry - but there's no need for you to wait on me like that. If I'm going to be living here for a while, I may as well get used to making my own meals."
>"It's really no trouble, Anonymous," says Fluttershy, looking abashed. "You're my guest, and you won't be staying all that long. Just a few months till you get on your feet." She smiles at you, her tone indicating that she is trying to be encouraging. Maybe she thinks that if you act like the place is your home, you'll get complacent and never leave; but then, why had she been acting so…motherly? Ponies are hard to read. Still, there's no way you'd be able to stand months of being waited on hand and foot by a girl, even if she is a pony. You need to let her know that you consider her an equal."Even so, I insist, Fluttershy. I'd feel terrible imposing on you and not pulling my own weight."
>Fluttershy bites her lip, a strand of mane falling over one eye. "D-did you not like my cooking yesterday? Y-you won't hurt my feelings if…"
>What the heck is she talking about? And why does she look so crestfallen?"Whoa, hey - I'm not saying that. I just, you know - want you to know I can take care of myself. I can cook, you know."
>Fluttershy no longer looks upset. She looks confused, blinking at you with her huge aquamarine eyes. "Well, I know you can take care of yourself," she begins, not sounding entirely confident, "but you don't need to cook. Not unless you really want to. I mean, you're my guest. And, well, you're…"
>It is your turn to blink in confusion."I'm…what?"
>"Well, you're a…a stallion. Not a stallion, because you're not a pony, but you know…I don't know the word for a human stallion…"
>You look at Fluttershy as if she's speaking a foreign language, choosing to ignore the weird tingly feelings you're getting from being called a stallion just now."I…I'm sorry?"
79ab7d No.101669
>>101665
>"Oh, don't be sorry," says Fluttershy hurriedly. "I'm the one who forgot about the language barrier. Let me think…umm…" The pegasus fidgets nervously while you hesitate. "I know!" she shouts, looking triumphant. "Your girlfriend!" She looks awfully proud to have pronounced that word correctly."Uhhh…"
>You have no idea where she is going with this.
>"If your girlfriend were here, she would cook for you, wouldn't she? And she wouldn't let you cook for yourself, not if she was around to do it, right?"
>You're not sure what's happening right now. Somewhere at the point of asking to help make breakfast, you seem to have taken a detour into the 1950's. Is Fluttershy seriously suggesting that she should cook for you because she's a girl and that's what girls do? You don't remember this behavior from the show; then again, you don't remember seeing Fluttershy cook for anypony at all. That was more Pinkie Pie and Applejack's deal. In any case, you're inclined to agree with Fluttershy that this must be a language thing. You somehow can speak perfect Equestrian - or ponies can speak perfect English - but maybe some minor details aren't the same as you'd expect. You did warn yourself earlier that this Equestria might be different from the one you're familiar with. You decide to try to clear up this little mistake."Actually, my girlfriend never cooked for me - "
>Fluttershy gasps."- but I think maybe something got lost in translation, here," you say, putting on a friendly grin. "I just want to help make breakfast. That's all. I'm your guest, you're my host - it's good manners, right?"
>Fluttershy is nervously mimicking your grin, her eyes shifting with discomfort. "Ohhh…is that how they do things in your country? I - I didn't make a mistake, did I?" She hovers into the air and flits around you, examining you from all angles. "You are a stallion, aren't you? Oh! I mean - oh dear! I wish I knew the right word…"
>You can't stand the awkwardness any longer, so you decide to humor her and see where it goes."I am a stallion, yes. That is to say, I identify as male. In human society, that makes me a man. That's what we call stallions - men."
>Fluttershy lets out a great sigh and drops to the ground. "Oh my, that is a relief! I wasn't a hundred percent sure, because I've never met a human before, but I was afraid to ask. I'm sorry - I should have asked you yesterday, and spared us both a lot of awkwardness. As for me, I'm a mare - the opposite of a stallion. You know, opposite - like your girlfriend?" She grins adorably at you and strikes a feminine pose to strike home her point.
>It's official. Fluttershy thinks you're mentally defective and can't tell the difference between girl ponies and boy ponies. No, wait - now that you think about it, you don't know why Fluttershy would assume you could tell the difference. She doesn't know you've seen hundreds of ponies before her. Heck, why would she assume you know what gender xe identifies as, either? It's just a misunderstanding. You're in another dimension, Anon - stop making so many assumptions. Again, you decide to humor her."Ohhhh. I see. I, uh…wasn't sure, either."
>Fluttershy beams. "I'm glad we cleared that up. Now that we both know where we stand, I'll go make breakfast. What would you like?"
>She has left you with no option but to play along. You feel strange…violated. "O-oatmeal is fine…"
>"Good. Now you just relax on the couch here, and I'll be out in a minute to warm up your oatmeal," Fluttershy says confidently, strutting into the kitchen.
>You settle obediently onto the couch, wondering what the fuck just happened. da3400 No.101696
>>101661>Consevative Sunset Shimmerthat may may isn't le dank at all and you know it was forced as fuck
79ab7d No.101709
>>101696I've never posted it, myself, and my story has nothing to do with CSS, just conservative Equestria. I personally think that meme is funny, though. Then again, I laugh at Punny Sonata.
ca2f9c No.101748
Interesting.
OP I want to see where you're going with this, keep it up
865f5d No.101805
>>101669Now we're cooking with
spaghetticontinue, please
79ab7d No.101835
>>101748>>101805Just in case you anons aren't from the last thread, I should remind you that you'll have to wait a week for an update. I'm very busy studying and trying to improve myself so that I won't be NEET scum forever, which means I don't have a lot of time for writing pony fics. So, I write a little bit here and there throughout every week when I have time and dump everything at midnight on Fridays, U.S. Eastern Time. Yes, that means the thread will be slow, and sure it may not seem like much, but I make sure to post at least as much quality material as will equal 3-5 posts near to the character limit every week. Think of it like those old serialized novels.
Anyway, I'm glad you anons like it! I don't plan to stop until the story is finished.
ecb247 No.101886
>"Hey Anon, wanna play Adam and Eve?"
6463af No.101923
>>101886please go to the respective thread
ecb247 No.101927
>>101923This IS the respective thread
6463af No.101930
>>101927alright fair enough
747e52 No.101943
>>101886Only if you eat the Apple
ecb247 No.101945
>>101943but what about taco tuesday??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
79ab7d No.101947
>>101927But it's not. I think some anons are getting confused. This isn't a Conservative Sunset Shimmer thread. I started posting my story in one, but this new thread is just for dumping my green and having anons read and comment on it. I specifically created this one so new anons could read it without having to wade through 200+ unrelated posts. I mean, I guess I can't stop people from funposting, but that's not what this thread is for. If you wanna do that, there are other threads already up for that purpose.
6463af No.103801
Maybe updating this every Wednesday or Sunday would be a bit more appropriate.
5069ab No.103809
>>101943>>101945What this anon said
>>101947Also I'm not a fan of blue puns. I prefer my puns
brown 5069ab No.103839
>>101835Sounds like a plan, dude. Good luck with your RL stuff, and remember:
you're buying yourself more NEET time>>103801 is a good suggestion. The more regular the better for the thread.
5069ab No.103848
>>101661Hey, can we make this a game as a counterpart to SLHRPG? Shit would be hilarious if we released it on Tumblr with a "made by /pone/" tag and inflammatory pro-conservative in-game posters.
79ab7d No.103853
>>103801>>103839Do you guys mean you'd like me to update Wednesday or Sunday in addition to on Fridays? Or instead? I'm no expert on board traffic, I have no idea what's going on on those day's that's not on Friday. I might consider updating twice a week, though, if you guys really think that would help the thread.
>>103848Only if it's really good. SLHRPG was typical of games made in RPG-maker, in that its creator focused on superficial things like humor and imported assets instead of on the only thing that matters: gameplay. So if you guys wanted to make this into a game after the story is over, be my guest. Just don't fuck it up. Make the tumblrites cry about how good it is just as much as how un-PC it is.
6463af No.103856
>>103853I'm thinking It should be Sundays instead of Fridays, with the addition of some Wednesdays.
If you cant wends, we understand
5069ab No.103857
>>103853Personally I'd be fine with you updating once a week, but I think most would prefer at least twice in the long run. No specific preference for which days as long as you can stay consistent with them and you're comfortable.
Also yes, SCHRPG must be superior.
79ab7d No.103872
>>103856>>103857Very well. I'll change from Fridays to Sundays (though I'll still update this Friday), and I'll consider putting some stuff up on Wednesdays, too. To be honest, I really enjoy writing this story and it wouldn't be a chore to update twice a week; the "once a week" thing was mostly to keep myself from getting distracted from my RL commitments, as I'm not much of a multitasker. I only ask that you not be surprised if the updates are a little smaller now that they're going to be more frequent.
e3341d No.103884
>>103872Awesome, you're now my second regular writefag. Looking forward to tomorrow's green.
79ab7d No.104557
>>101669Friday's dump is here! The last Friday, in fact, now that my dump schedule has been changed to Wednesdays and Sundays at the suggestion of some anons. Enjoy!
>It isn't long before Fluttershy trots perkily out of the kitchen with a pot of oats and sets it on the range over the blazing hearth in the living room. She grabs a wooden spoon from off of a rack nearby and stirs the pot, humming softly. You watch silently, unable to think of anything to say as the scent of warm apples and cinnamon fills the room. You can't remember the last time a woman had made you breakfast since you were a child - you think you must have been visiting your grandmother.
>Soon the oatmeal is ready, and Fluttershy takes the pot off the range and flits into the kitchen with it, leaving the fire to smoulder. Presumably she'll use the coals later today to start the fire for dinner, storing them in the metal tin you see next to the hearth. You wonder why she'd go to all the trouble to keep a fire going in summer just to make hot meals, but then, temperature didn't seem to effect ponies the same way it did you.
>Fluttershy comes out of the kitchen with a steaming wooden bowl, a wooden spoon sticking out of it. She offers it to you with a smile and you take it, examining the contents. Just as with everything you've eaten in Equestria thus far, these oats appear to be organic as fuck. They're not even rolled, and you're pretty sure you can spot some stray bran and hulls mixed in with the fragrant, mushy apples. Ponies must love their fiber. Luckily, so do you. Wiping a bit of involuntary salivation from the corner of your mouth, you tuck in.
>After shoveling the embers of the fire into the coal tin, Fluttershy comes over and eats with you in silence, taking dainty spoonfulls from her own bowl every once in a while as she watches you devour your breakfast. Her eyes seem to sparkle with satisfaction in the morning light. It doesn't take you long to finish eating, and when you do you look up from your bowl to see that Fluttershy has barely touched hers. She's just sitting across from you on the other couch, watching…waiting. Waiting for…what?
>You blink at her a few times before realizing you've got an empty bowl in your hands. Oh, right. You're not sure what to do next, given Fluttershy's behavior earlier. Would she be offended if you offered to clean your own dishes? Should you just hand her the bowl? She's not even done eating, though…
>"All done, Anonymous?" Fluttershy chimes, snapping you out of your reverie. "Or would you like seconds? I made plenty~"
>As dank as that oatmeal was, you're not really hungry anymore; but the hopeful look on Fluttershyl's face and your current indecision over how to broach the subject of dish washing force your hand. You hold out your bowl.
>"I'd love seconds, Fluttershy. Your oatmeal is delicious."
>That seems to be the right response, because Fluttershy's eyes grow to twice their normal size and her smile threatens to blind you. "Of course, Anonymous! Coming right up~" She takes the proffered bowl and quickly flits over to the pot to give you your seconds. This is getting weird. You decide that after you've finished your second bowl of oatmeal to just thank her for breakfast and walk to the kitchen. If she stops you, you'll just roll with it.
>Thankfully, Fluttershy decides the isssue for you after she hands you your bowl. "After you've finished, you can come meet me out in the garden," she says. "Just put your bowl in the sink in the kitchen and I'll take care of it later. I've got to get an early start on some weeding, today.""Do you need my help with that?" you ask.
>"Oh no, I've got something else I need your help with today. If you wouldn't mind, that is.""Of course not, Fluttershy. Anything for a friend," you say with a smile.
>Fluttershy smiles back. "Then I'll see you outside." She flutters out of a window and leaves you alone with your oatmeal. 79ab7d No.104558
>>104557
>So she's going to put you to work, you think as you half-heartedly gulp down the rest of Fluttershy's admittedly delicious cooking. Maybe that's why she won't let you handle any smaller chores. Heck, maybe that's why she wants you to eat so much, too. You wonder what she's going to have you do. You've only ever dabbled in agriculture, helping your family and friends tend rooftop tomato gardens for fun. Fluttershy's "garden", as she calls it, is substantially larger, more like a small farm to your eyes. If she hands you a hoe or something, you're not sure you'll know what to do with it. Then again, how hard could it be?
>You swallow the last of your breakfast and hastily toss your bowl in the kitchen sink. You don't want to keep Fluttershy waiting.
>After you exit through the back door you take a moment to look around again. Celestia's sun hangs low but bright over the treetops of the Everfree, the last bits of morning dew glinting at you from the few remaining shady spots under bushes and tufts of grass. Chickens wander around the back yard, clucking, scratching, and swallowing earthworms. A chain of flagstones set into the turf form a path off to what you think is the southeast, through a curtain of trees that seperates the garden from the back yard. When Fluttershy showed it to you yesterday, it appeared to be growing in one of the many clearings at the edge of the forest, the edges still dotted with tree stumps.
>You stretch lazily, from your toes to your fingertips, and take a deep breath. Gods, even the air around here is…organic? You're not sure what term you were looking for, but every time you breathe in it's as if the air is wafting directly into your brain, enervating your every thought. Refreshed, you amble along the stone path to the garden.
>When you arrive, Fluttershy has already gotten her hooves dirty, digging out weeds from under rows of cabbages. As you approach, she grabs a big one in her teeth and yanks hard, falling on her haunches into the dirt as its roots give way. You jog over, concerned."Are you okay, Fluttershy?"
>She shakes herself off and hovers up to your level. "Oh, I'm just fine, Anonymous. These weeds are awfully stubborn, today. But I can manage with them; what I need you to do is over here," she says.
>You follow her as she floats off, noting the many different types of vegetables she's growing. Cabbage, carrots, celery, tomatoes, peppers, pumpkins, corn, green beans…and that's just the ones you can identify. The patch she takes you to, however, seems to be empty - just a flat rectangular strip of soil.
>Fluttershy drops to the ground and trots over to a stump at the edge of the patch, on which rests a full burlap bag and - sure enough - a hoe. She grabs it and hands it to you. You take it from her and examine it carefully, as if you've never seen one before. It's a little small for you - or at least you think it is - but it's heavy, seemingly antique, with a dense iron blade and a polished haft made of some dark hardwood.
>"It's the middle of summer, which means it's time to plant the cold-weather vegetables. This year I'm planting beets. I've got the seeds in this bag here. I don't know if you've ever gardened before, but it's not too hard. All I need you to do is break up the soil with your hoe, and then plant the seeds. I'll plant one to show you."
>Fluttershy plants her front hooves and then uses her back legs to dig into the dirt behind her, like you've seen dogs sometimes do. Her hooves are very effective at this, tearing up the hard-baked soil with little effort. Why does she even need the hoe, you wonder? Equestria seems to work on a mix of horse logic, anachronism, and arbitrary bits of human technology; best not to think about it too hard, you decide. After digging up a small strip of dirt, she goes over to the burlap sack and grabs a hoof-full of seeds. They're dark, knobbly, and irregularly shaped, like little clusters of granola.
>"You just take a single seed, and then make a little hole like this," she says, pawing with her hoof to make a small depression about and inch deep, "and then drop it in and cover it up." She finishes her demonstration and looks up at you with a smile…always with a smile. She's hell-bent on making you feel at ease, it seems."That looks simple enough, Fluttershy. I don't think I'll have a problem."
>"Oh, good! If you get tired or thirsty, just call for me. I'll be nearby, weeding. When I'm done, I'll go get started on making lunch. See you in a few hours, Anonymous!" 79ab7d No.104561
>>104558
>You wave goodbye to the cute flying horse and stare dourly at the ground in front of you. It looks pretty hard. You kick it with the tip of your foot to confirm, wincing as you bruise your big toe on a rock. Great. Well, you signed up for this when you accepted Fluttershy's hospitality, you think to yourself. At least the patch she wants you to hoe doesn't seem all that big - maybe five yards by twenty. You can easily accomplish all this in a day.
>The sound of cicadas seems to presage the fact that today, like yesterday, is going to be a hot one. No time to waste. You spread you legs shoulder-length apart, raise the hoe (with difficulty) over your head, and then swing your arms downward like you're a crazy axe-murderer, giving off a manly grunt for good measure. When the blade of the hoe impacts the ground, it sinks about a half-inch in and then sends a shockwave up through the handle which pulverizes your knuckles, sprains your wrists, and turns your arms into spaghetti. You think you felt it in your skull, too. The only sound you can make is a wheezing groan as you let go of the haft and let your arms hand limply at your sides.
>Fuck me. Okay, so we're not going to do that again. Obviously you've got the wrong technique going. It's certainly not the hoe's fault - that thing hefts like it's made of depleted uranium. The ground can't be too hard, either. Fluttershy dug into it with her bare hooves, for goodness' sake. So the fault must lie with your technique.
>You haven't really done a lot of manual labor in your life, but you seem to remember hearing the phrase "let the tool do the work" from somewhere. You decide to give that a try. You loosen your grip on the haft, turn your body a bit more perpendicular, like you're swinging a baseball bat, and decide to put your hips into it this time. You wind up slowly, struggling with the weight of the hoe, and then swing in a sort of diagonal arc, making sure to let the hoe fall naturally on the downswing. The results are much better, this time - you don't hurt yourself! The indent in the ground, however, is no bigger than last time, and the blade actually bounces back up at you a little.
>Okay, okay - no reason to be upset. You just need to refine your technique a little. You notice that the blade on the hoe is bent at almost a 45-degree angle; maybe it's meant to be wielded in a sort of chopping motion, slightly towards the user, rather than swung down like a pickaxe. You try this, standing with your legs shoulder-width apart as before, and instead of raising the hoe over your head, you bring it up about chest-height. This causes you to adjust your grip as well, placing your right hand at the base of the haft and your left hand somewhere in the middle. Using what you hope is your whole bodyweight, you lean forward and take a hefty chop downwards and slightly towards yourself, careful not to hack off a toe.
>Success! A large clod of soil is dislodged from the ground! A small fanfare erupts in your head, and you mentally tally a single point to your Wield Hoe skill. You involuntarily turn to look and see if Fluttershy has noticed your triumph. Luckily, she hasn't, and you realize how silly you're acting.
>You turn back and look at the mark you made in the dirt, and then at the 99.99 undisturbed square yards of hard earth in front of it. Piece of cake. All you need to do is pick this hoe up and put it down again roughly a thousand times.
>Gung-ho carlos.jpg at the prospect of earning your keep with a hard day's work, you get to business, bringing that hoe up and chopping it down. You bring it up, and you chop it down. Up, down. Up, down. Clods tumble to your left and right as you kick them out of the way, and it's quite some time before you realize that you probably should be chopping them up so that you can use them as topsoil instead of disposing of them. Fffff-
>You gather all the stray clods and place them roughly back where they belong, then resume hoeing, this time making sure to hack each clod apart after you dislodge it. You try to ignore the fact that you already have blisters forming between your thumbs and forefingers, and that your arms are getting tired. Work through the pain, Anon. There's people in the third world that do this for a living, after all. Maybe you could come a little closer to understanding their struggle if you buck up and do some real work for a day. Chloe would be so impressed…wherever she is. 79ab7d No.104562
>>104561
>You think about Chloe as you work, taking your mind off of the stinging pain in your hands and the ache in your back and shoulders. Where in the hell could she be?Probably back on Earth, you think, worried sick over the fact that you've mysteriously dissapeared. She's probably already called the police, the poor girl. You wonder if you'll ever be able to make it back before she gives up hope.
>Of course, there was a slim chance that whatever had happened to you had also happened to her, and that she was in Equestria somewhere. It was a very, very slim chance, but considering that a one-in-quintillion event had already occurred, the roullete wheel of the universe seemed to be weighted at the moment. If some sort of magic had targeted you personally, it stood to reason it could also target those close to you. For what purpose, you couldn't even begin to guess, but you preferred to have hope.
>So far this Equestria seemed to be a more or less exact copy of the one in the show, writer-induced idiosyncracies and all, which meant that EqG is probably canon and there exist doors to other dimensions. Maybe some entity kidnapped you through such a door. If not, then maybe Discord or another Equestrian being with godlike power had simply magicked you here. When you're not slaving away on Fluttershy's plantation, you really need to pay Twilight Sparkle a visit. In fact, after you're done working today, you're gonna see if you can't schedule regular "study" sessions with her every day, if possible. Thinking about Chloe, you realize, has made you legitimately homesick for the first time since you got here.
>You sigh and push those thoughts away, focusing once again on chopping dirt. You fall into a rythm, not allowing yourself to pause and give in to the pain in your extremities. You reckon time only by the rise and fall of your hoe, the crunch of sand and rocks, the sweat dripping off your nose.
>You're so in the zone, in fact, that when Fluttershy finally interrupts you, you nearly jump out of your skin. You had momentarily forgotten that talking horses existed.
>"Oh! I'm sorry to interrupt you, Anonymous, since you seemed to be enjoying your work - but lunch is ready, if you're hungry."
>Gingerly, you set the hoe down, hissing as you flex your blistered hands and hissing yet again as you straighten your back. You turn to Fluttershy, laughing with relief."Haha! Yeah, I guess I was kinda enjoying it, wasn't I? Though," you say, looking at the red, wet, oozy sores on your hands, "I think it's gonna take a while before I get used to being a farmer."
>Fluttershy gasps and covers her mouth with her hooves when she notices the state of your hands. "Oh dear! Oh, Anonymous, why didn't you tell me that your paws had gotten blisters! I could have bandaged them up for you!""Hands," you correct her absentmindedly. "To be honest, I didn't really think about it. I kind of wish I had, though…this really hurts."
>"You need to follow me right away! Come on now, we need to get you patched up." Fluttershy hovers backwards towards the cottage, not taking her eyes off you and repeating "Oh dear, oh dear" over and over again.
>You follow her inside, where she commands you to lie on the couch and flies off somewhere else in the house. She returns quickly with what is unmistakeably a first-aid box, complete with a red cross painted on it. She opens it up and takes out gauze, bandages, and a bottle of clear fluid. It has a screw-on lid with a little brush attached to the underside, which Fluttershy uses to daub your blisters with a gel-like substance that you assume to be aloe. It feels wonderful, immediately dousing the burning sensation on your skin. She then places a bit of gauze over your blisters and expertly binds up your thumbs and forefingers with cloth bandages, pinning them with safety pins. Considering that she's never seen a human hand before, she did a great job."So, Fluttershy," you ask as she puts the supplies back in the box, "I have to ask…do you ever use that hoe yourself?"
>"Not that often," she admits, closing the lid of the box. "Sometimes for weeds, or for little precision sculpting jobs…but usually I just borrow one of Applejack's ploughs.""Why didn't you do that this time?"
>"Oh, well I was going to, but now that you're here, I didn't want to impose on Applejack."
>You grit your teeth and smile outwardly. You love these ponies, Anon. They're good ponies. They're good ponies, they're helping you, and you don't want to hurt them at all. 79ab7d No.104563
>>104562That's all for tonight! Check in Sunday and Wednesday at midnight from now on. Though I probably won't have much for this Sunday. Remember, the pastebin link is in the OP.
79ab7d No.104576
>>104569Thanks, anon. Final-Fantasy-type JRPG music is pretty much canon for the mood music I'd suggest listening to while reading this story, btw. I thought about including links to songs I listened to while writing each piece, but gave it up as presumptuous. Every anon should listen to what they like.
0b317f No.104698
>>104576I was thinking of doing that if I ever started writefagging, the whole suggested music thing, but I wouldn't want to presume either. Leaving a link in the post body would be enough for me.
79ab7d No.105360
Apologies to everyone who was expecting some green tonight, but as it's the first Sunday after the schedule change and I already dumped on Friday, I don't really have anything I'd want to show you guys at the moment. I thought about dumping what little I have, but had to be honest with myself - it's not ready yet.
I promise that Wednesday's offering is gonna be gud, though.
6bd0f8 No.105366
>>105360>that picEvery time.
I'll be waiting with
bible in hand, good writefag.
66084d No.105811
>>101661>traditional sex roleswhat you're looking for is traditionalist, not conservative.
conservatism is largely a capitalistic economic thing mainly playing to big business interests, the only reason it get votes is because it panders to the traditionalist right by not pushing retarded cultmarx crap and the nationalist right by promising to not let 5 million sand-niggers come across the border to rape your 14yr old daughters.
they never keep that promise cause big business wants cheap labor.further right you get nationalism, which is basically kick the niggers out.
beyond that you get into what modern nomenclature calls fascism.
b406d3 No.105926
Just finished reading trough what you wrote so far OP. Was a bit awkward at first with that cringeworthy Anthony Burch tier Anon, even for a parody but it got better quickly.
I really enjoy how you fleshed out libtard anon and the circumstances which lead him to becoming a libtard. The descriptions of the areas set the mood surprisingly well too. I was particularly impressed at the part where anon wakes up from the nightmare and realizes that everything is real for the first time. The way you showed his perspective with him suffering sensory overload and a panic attack simultaneously felt genuine.
So keep up the good work OP, you are a pretty cool guy. Also get a trip. I believe you provided enough OC for the board to warrant one. Just don't forget to remove it outside your threads.
79ab7d No.106131
>>105811Oh, I'm aware that political conservatism as it is practiced today isn't in the business of conserving anything but the status quo for the elite; as a matter of fact, when I first introduced the idea of writing this story I called Equestria "traditionalist" (it's still in the pastebin, too.) I ended up calling the story Super
Conservative Horse Adventure RPG because…well, I'm not really sure exactly why. It's more inclusive, I guess? SCHARPG sounds better than STHARPG?
Also, I'd argue that the true essence of conservatism - when abstracted from the fleeting reality of current politics - is in agreeing not to fix what isn't broken and to conserve useful institutions and ways of thinking. Equestria's (and arguably, every successful civilization's) MO is based around that, because managing human society is probably a task with the most hidden complexities in existence, and it relies mostly on centuries if not milennia of organic trial and error. Reckless, scientific experimentation with the way a society is organized tends to result in misery, war, and death. "Traditionalist" is a sort of reactionary term, in that only a society which has already abandoned its traditions for a time would describe a form of civilization as "traditionalist"; a true traditionalist society would take for granted the fact that it conserves its traditions. If you were to ask Equestrians what their mode of civilization was, they would probably describe it simply as a monarchy.
>>105926
> Anthony Burch tier Anonkek
Yeah, I was definitely going for over-the-top parody when I started out, but luckily some anon said something to the effect of "I can't wait to see Anon's character evolve", which I think was his polite way of suggesting that I had fully established that Anon is a faggot and to move on. Not that I intended for Anon to be a stupid strawman caricature for the whole story, but it was nice to be able to get feedback to know when to dial it back.
>I really enjoy how you fleshed out libtard anon and the circumstances which lead him to becoming a libtard.While the way I introduced him was intended to be a parody and make the reader cringe a bit, Anon is the protagonist of the story and thus needs to be relatable to some degree. He's not really a bad guy at all, and he's pretty smart, too - he's just been brought up wrong. How lucky for him to have somehow ended up in Equestria; he might learn a thing or two about life, and about himself…
>keep up the good work OP, you are a pretty cool guy.Thanks, anon, you're pretty cool yourself. Thanks for the feedback, it's very valuable to me as a new writer.
>get a tripWell, now that you mention it, I guess it is kind of tradition for consistent OC creators to get trips, if only so people who abuse it have some metric for comparison to see why they don't deserve to. Sure, I'll get one. I've never used one before, so please tell me if I fuck it up. Here goes…
79ab7d No.106784
Wednesday's dump incoming, half an hour early!
>Fluttershy pats you on the leg and picks up the first-aid box. "Now you go ahead and rest on the couch, Anonymous. I'll bring your lunch in here for you."
>You comply, attempting to get comfortable on the undersized couch while Fluttershy trots off to the kitchen. Like yesterday, you end up hanging both your legs over the far arm, your head laying back on the cushions, looking up at the ceiling.
>You feel no guilt this time for being waited on. Do you mean to tell me, you think to yourself, that Fluttershy was just about to go borrow a plough from Applejack so that she could plant those beets her own damn self, but changed her mind as soon as I showed up? Is there something about me that just screams "free labor"? For that matter, why didn't she just borrow the plough anyway and make me use it? Humans can pull ploughs, right…? Okay, maybe not, but still!
>The sheer audacity of Fluttershy's admission has you confused. She obviously seems to care for your well-being, and yet she has no problem using you to get out of doing manual labor, even when it's plain that she could have performed the task much easier than you, even with her bare hooves. The more you get to know Fluttershy, the less you understand. You begin to wonder what she sees when she looks at you. Sure, she talks to you like a person, but she does that around her animals, as well. Does she see you as some sort of pet? Is that why she isn't socially anxious around you? Is that why she treats you with such maternal care? That might explain it, except that you're pretty sure she'd never make one of her animal friends into a dirt-grubbing serf. So just what does Fluttershy think of you? Thinking about this is stressing you out, you realize, and you put it out of your mind for now.
>Fluttershy returns with a plate of bread, cheese, and an assortment of pickled vegetables. Your mouth waters as she pulls over a small table for you to eat on without having to sit up. You put on your best appreciative smile.
"Aww, thanks Fluttershy. You didn't have to do that. It's not like I'm in a body cast," you say with a chuckle.
>"Nonsense. You worked harder today than I had a right to ask. If I had known you might injure yourself, I would have done the work myself."
>God…damn it, Fluttershy. These ponies refuse to let you stay mad at them.
"Hey, there's no need to feel that way. I was just trying to do a good job, and got a little carried away. In fact, it probably would have happened even if I had taken it easy. Back home, I was a student, not a farmer. My hands aren't exactly adapted to manual labor," you say, wiggling you fingers.
>"They do look fairly delicate. I-I mean, compared to hooves. N-not to say that your hands are especially delicate -"
"It's okay, Fluttershy. Like I said, they just aren't used to working a hoe. They'll get tougher with time."
>"Oh, well that's good to hear. They need to heal, first, though - so go ahead and enjoy your lunch. You need to get your strength back."
>Your stomach is legitimately grumbling, so you don't argue. You shift onto one elbow while reclining and examine your plate. The bread, appropriately enough, seems to be made from oats and oat flour, with a thick dark crust and a robust, crumbly interior. The cheese is soft, white, and fragrant with the smell of the green onions that it's been infused with. The pickles appear to be made from onion, peppers, radishes, and carrot, jarred in vinegar with herbs and spices that remind you of peaceful visits to ethnic wholesale shops in better days. You couldn't have asked for a more artisinal lunch; back home you would probably pay twenty bucks for it. Wasting no time, you dig in, making appreciative nomming sounds, only half for Fluttershy's benefit.
>In the middle of nearly choking on a radish, you hear a knock on the front door.
>"Oh my! I'll get that!" Fluttershy says, zipping over to the door. You cough out the radish onto your plate without assistance.
>Fluttershy opens the door to find a walleyed blue-gray pegasus mare in a delivery cap.
>"Delivery for Anonymous!" the delivery mare shouts enthusiastically, blowing Fluttershy's mane back. Her voice reminds you of Rudolph the reindeer in the old Rankin-Bass movies, and you grin involuntarily. You had almost forgotten that one of your favorite horses happened to live here in Ponyville.
79ab7d No.106785
>>106784"That's me!" you shout, leaping up from the couch and bounding to the door.
>Fluttershy steps out of your way, attempting to brush her mane back into shape. You lean on the doorframe, grinning like an idiot, and make a little wave at Derpy with your free hand."Hi there!"
>"Hiya Mister Anonymous! I have a package for you!" She points with her hoof at an oblong cardboard box standing on one end just behind her. "Courtesy of Mayor Mare!" She scrunches her face and blinks a few times, then grabs a clipboard out of the leather satchel hanging over her flank with her mouth, holding it out to you from between her teeth. "Shurgn herr pwead!" she mumbles cheerily, her googly eyes staring at you from over the top of the form."Hnnngg…"
>You realize you've been clutching your chest this whole time, and you move your hand behind your back with a sheepish smile. You grab the pencil hanging by a chain from the clipboard and sign your name at the dotted line.
>Derpy spits the clipboard back into her satchel and then brings her hoof to her temple in a short salute. "Pony Express Delivery, at your service! Have a nice day!" Before you can stutter a thank you, she leaps into the air and flaps away over Fluttershy's cottage. A few moments later she zooms over you in the other direction, doing corkscrews that nearly land her in a tree. You watch with fascination till she disappears.
>Fluttershy pokes her face out the door, and then looks up at you curiously, noting your rapt expression. "That's Ditzy Doo," she says, bringing you back to the here and now. "She's a very nice pony. I can see why you like her."You sputter. "I-I what? Pff, tch, I don't…I mean, who wouldn't? She's sooo…friendly. Hey look, a package!" you shout, pointing at the box you've neglected up till this point. "Let's bring it inside!"
>You grab the box with one arm. It's heavier than you expected, and you huff a little as you carry it inside. You wipe a few beads of non-exertion-related sweat from your forehead with your free hand and set the package onto the couch. Way to gush there, Anon. God help you if you run into Rainbow Dash today. You reluctantly admit to yourself that you may have a thing for pegasi. A completely platonic fascination, of course; just maybe a little too intense. You're not some kind of weirdo. Luckily, only Fluttershy was around to see you nearly embarass yourself. Next time you'll have better control.
>"What is it?" asks Fluttershy."It's probably my chair," you reply, attempting to tear into a corner of the box before realizing your hands are bandaged.
"Do you happen to have a box cutter around?" you ask.
>"Allow me," says Fluttershy, neatly tearing off a perforated tab with her teeth that you hadn't noticed before. The box flaps seem to be able to be flipped open, now."Oh…thanks."
>You open the box, then tip it over carefully, sliding the cardboard off from around its contents. Inside is a cylindrical collection of sturdy wooden poles and canvas ingeniously connected by jigsawed hinges and wooden pins, like Amish furniture. You unfold it, and it becomes something much like a stereotypical director's chair. You heft it up in one hand to feel the weight; you'd guess it's around fifteen pounds. It's certainly not going to break any time soon, you think, but it's going to be hell to lug around everywhere. You guess that ponies are much stronger for their size than humans."Wow. Mayor Mare spared no expense, it seems. That's some craftsmanship."
>"How kind of her," Fluttershy says. "Though, umm, why did she send you a chair?""Oh, I must have forgot to mention - yesterday, Mayor Mare noticed that I was having a hard time keeping on my feet due to the, uh, relative absence of chairs in Ponyville. We humans aren't really built for standing in one place for long. So she commissioned this for me. I know you ponies have benches and so on, and the occasional couch or stool, but not as many as would be needed in a human city. This will be really helpful to have when I'm out and about. Which reminds me…"
79ab7d No.106788
>>106785
>You sniff the front of your shirt, crinkling your nose."I need to take care of some things today. Like a bath. I think I'm starting to smell."
>Fluttershyl's cheeks pinken. "I didn't notice anything. But if you say so…"
>You raise an eyebrow at her."That's very polite of you, but if I stand around ripening any more, I think I might start wilting your vegetables. I would have gotten clean this morning, but I wasn't quite sure how you take baths around here without any plumbing. That, and I only have one pair of clothes, which also need to be washed. So, if I take them off…"
>You trail off, but Fluttershy hangs on, waiting for you to finish. Oh, right. This subject. You sigh."Humans don't ever take off their clothes in front of other people. I mean…not never, but…it's contextual. We don't generally go around naked like you ponies do. It would be really embarrassing for me to take a bath and then not have anything clean to put on where no one could see me. So even if you were to wash my clothes for me while I took a bath, they'd still have to dry, and then…"
>You hope she gets the point this time. Luckily, your explanation seems to have sunk in.
>"I had no idea! Oh my, and I had forgotten that you had lost all your posessions in the Everfree! You must have had spare clothes, and now you don't, and oh dear it must be so embarrassing for you! We need to get you to Rarity right away! She'll know what to do."
>You mentally pump a fist. An outfit made by Rarity - oh man, you've been here like a day, and you're already going to be swimming in friendship swag. You knew you'd end up having to ask for a few handouts, of course, but you really don't deserve all this - and it feels great."Rarity? Your friend Rarity? Perfectly coiffed purple mane, diamond cutie mark, impeccable fashion sense?"
>"Yes, that's her!""How can she help?" you ask with false naivety.
>"She's the most generous pony I know, and she happens to run her own fashion boutique here in Ponyville. She could make you a set of new clothes in no time at all!""Wow, geez, Fluttershy…first Pinkie throws me a welcome party, you offer me a place to stay, the Mayor of Ponyville personally commissions a chair for me for free, and now you're saying I should go ask for free clothes? I'm not sure I feel comfortable with all this…"
>"Oh, please don't feel uncomfortable, Anonymous. It's not your fault that you've lost so much. Once you get back on your feet, I'm sure you'll be able to repay us all - and I don't mean with bits," she says with a warm smile. "And don't worry about Rarity, she'll practically jump at the chance to design a new outfit. I have so many from her, I don't know what to do with them all.""Well, if you say so, Fluttershy. If that's the plan, I should get going as soon as possible."
>"Would you like me to come with you? Rarity's my friend, and if I explained the situation, it might be less embarassing for you."
>While she's not wrong, a part of you has no desire to be escorted everywhere by a tiny flying horse as if she's your mother."That won't be necessary, Fluttershy. I think I can handle it on my own. Rarity did say I was welcome to stop by any time, after all."
>"If you're sure.""I'm sure. After my business with Rarity is over, I might take a little jaunt around town to get to know it a little better, too. I promise I'll be back for dinner, though."
>"Be careful, Anonymous! If you get lost, don't be afraid to ask anypony for directions!""Okay! See you later!"
>"Oh, and be careful with your hands! Wait, maybe I should bandage them up with another…"
>You have backed all the way out the door and gently shut it in Fluttershy's face before she has the chance to react. Quickly, you turn and begin to walk briskly in the direction of town.That's all for tonight. Tune in Sunday for more. Also, get hype for the season 5 premiere on Saturday! 36dc14 No.106880
Pretty good OP. Anons internal monologues are still fun. If I may criticize though I suggest you to pick up the pace. There is not much need for fleshing out the scenery and characters we are already familiar with. It's comfy to read but the plot should progress at least slightly with every page now that you established the setting.
6b2c98 No.106908
>>106788>Once you get back on your feet, I'm sure you'll be able to repay us all - and I don't mean with bits>Super Conservative Horse Adventure RPG or : How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Fucking HorsesDigging the story, OP, thanks!
49bb34 No.106944
>>106880I like it, if only for libanon's view on things
>>106908top bueno
Loving it, OP, can't wait for sunday
79ab7d No.107023
>>106880
>I suggest you to pick up the paceOh, I know it's been going slow, and I appreciate everyone's patience. I fully intend to advance the plot soon. Up to now, as you pointed out, I've been establishing the setting and laying the foundations for Anon's interactions with all the ponies. I know that we're all familiar with the world and characters of FiM, and my intention in fleshing them out a little wasn't to re-tread familiar ground, but rather to build a sort of descriptive hill from which to build plot momentum. In other words, it's super-descriptive now so that it doesn't have to be later. Or at least, that's my plan; what do I know, this is my first time writing a legit fic. Thank you for the critique.
I wasn't sure what direction to take this tale in at first, but now that I have a sort of routine going, I think it's going to be rather slow-paced and slice-of-life, just like FiM, and so the plot isn't so much one grand narrative as it is a tapestry of smaller ones. I promise to try not to spend too much time establishing shit we all already know, and plots should advance pic related as the story grows.
>>106908Heh. There's a lot of lines I've written in this story so far that, after having written them, I'm like "Exploitable!" Glad to see anons jumping on them. This is a place of fun.
>>106944Thanks! Nice dubs, btw.
dbb190 No.107093
>>107023This is your first fic? Well congrats, then! It's looking great so far, eager to read the next update.
7a3bd9 No.107374
>>107023You are on the right track with the episodic segments. I was going to suggest you do that but didn't know if it's a good idea to tell the writer what to do. A lot of Writefags here like the CYOA fags try to make one obscenely long "epic" shonen tier storyline and quickly burn out and as a result their writing turns to shit.
>>107093I suspect OP might have had some prior creative writing experience such as /tg/ related matters.
045495 No.107495
>>107374Even if that's so, jumping to full stories is a big step. Bravo OP
6463af No.109273
Happy Easter
Jesus is risen!
79ab7d No.109372
>>109273Happy Easter, folks. I hope everyone got to spend some quality time with family and friends today.
I didn't get a chance to write much since Wednesday, and spent today with family, so tonight's dump will pretty much be the result of me writing for six or so hours, starting now. Apologies if it ends up being a bit short.
Though to be perfectly honest, I do the majority of my writing the day before a deadline, and only short snippets and notes for ideas during the other days, so tonight's not really that different. As long as you guys get your green I doubt you really care what my habits are, but I thought I'd share just in case, kek 79ab7d No.109605
>>106788Yeah, this one is short. Not gonna make excuses, just wasn't feeling it tonight. Should have more Wednesday, though.
>You smile and wave to all the ponies you pass on the way to Rarity's boutique, making sure not to accidentally call them by name. They all greet you more or less warmly in return. Even though a few of them forget your name, Pinkie's welcome party and the blessing of the Mane Six seem to have really cemented you in their minds as "That nice monkey man who just moved here." All you have to do is not fuck up, and you'll no doubt have them eating out of your hand in a few weeks. It's almost shamefully easy. Then again, you've read a lot of psychology books that say that people develop positive feelings for those who they've done favors for; it has something to do with tricking the mind into assuming that anyone you'd go to the trouble of helping must be part of your in-group. How lucky for you.
>No matter how friendly they are to you now, however, you've made a very shallow impression so far, and if you walk around smelling like Applejack after a rodeo while wearing the same ratty outfit day after day, you might begin to wear out your welcome. Thankfully, it doesn't take you long to find the Carousel Boutique, as its unique architecture is impossible to miss. You pause for a moment to collect yourself before knocking on the beautifully crafted front door.
>You think you hear Rarity's voice from some inner room, and a few moments later the door opens to reveal Sweetie Belle. When she manages to direct her gaze from your knees all the way up to your face, her eyes light up. "Anonymous! You came to visit!" Her voice is cracking even more than usual out of sheer excitement, and your mouth curls up in a perfectly genuine smile. She must have been waiting to get a chance to meet the cool and mysterious foreigner again since the moment she got shooed out of your welcome party. "I did!" you reply matter-of-factly. "I'm here to see your sister about something."
>For a second, Sweetie's head and ears droop, but you hastily add -" - and to let the both of you get to know me better, of course."
>Her hope and optimism restored, Sweetie ushers you inside and closes the door. "Rarity!", she shouts, galloping on her tiny legs to what you assume must be Rarity's workroom, "Anonymous the hyoo-man is here! He came to visit us!"
>Again, you hear the muffled sound of Rarity's voice, and then Sweetie gallops back out. "She'll be out in a minute. She's just finishing up some details on a piece for her fall line.""Getting an early start, eh?"
>Sweetie rolls her eyes. "Yeah, that's my sister…hey!" She squeaks in surprise at your bandaged hands. "What happened to you?""Oh, I just got a little roughed up digging in Fluttershy's garden. Human hands aren't as durable as hooves."
>"Fluttershy made you dig with your bare - what did you call them?"You chuckle. "Hands. And no, that would be silly. I used a hoe."
>"Ohhh - that makes much more sense", Sweetie says with a nod. "…so, can I get you anything? Something to drink, a snack?"
>You quickly scan the room, finding it seatless as expected, and unfold your collapsible chair. Carrying it was beginning to make you tired, especially after all the work you put in to Fluttershy's garden today. You slide it into a corner unoccupied by mannequins and make yourself comfortable."I just ate lunch over at Fluttershy's, so I'm all refreshed, thank you Sweetie."
>You can make a comfortable exception to the name rule with the CMC; they talked your ear off yesterday. You answered so many questions, in fact, that they might get their cutie marks in anthropology. Poor Lyra…
>"Are you sure? Rarity keeps the kitchen stocked with all kinds of fancy things; I bet we have something that hyoo-mans like. What do you eat, anyway? I don't think I asked you that, but I noticed that you have a few pointy teeth like Opal. Rarity feeds her fish sometimes. Do you eat fish?"You laugh, showing off your nubby canines. "I don't, but others do. Humans can eat just about anything."
>"Even ponies?" Sweetie Belle looks more excited than scared by the implications of her own question."We make a very firm exception for ponies," you reply, attempting to sound as reassuring as possible.
>"Awww…" Her momentary dissapointment gives way as Rarity enters.
>"Sweetie! Stop interrogating our poor guest!" 79ab7d No.109609
>>109605
>Fashion horse still has her red-rimmed working glasses on as she saunters over to greet you. She always reminded you of Audrey Hepburn, if Audrey Hepburn was a horse, and didn't starve herself to Ethiopian levels of thin-ness, and had better hair, and…well, maybe it was just the accent."It's quite alright, Rarity. If I were Sweetie, I'd be curious, too," you say, giving Sweetie a reassuring smile.
>Rarity's expression softens at your remark, and she lets Sweetie's enthusiasm slide. "It's lovely to see you again, darling. Welcome! What brings you to my boutique? And what happened to your paws?""Oh, this?" You hold up your bandaged hands. "I was a little overzealous doing gardening work for Fluttershy. It's nothing to worry about. As for why I'm here," you say, tenting your fingers and congratulating yourself once again on your cleverness, "I have something of a
fashion emergency."
>To your surprise, Rarity is nonplussed. "I know. I didn't want to say anything before, but it's clear that you are in dire need of a new wardrobe."
>Ouch. You weren't wearing your best clothes, it's true, but you paid top dollar for the distressed jeans you're wearing, as well as the vintage sneakers and graphic tee. Luckily it was a generic design, rather than one of the many MLP prints you own.
>Rarity plucks at the sleeve of your shirt, crinkling her nose. "Just what is this fabric, my dear? And your pants! They look like they've been tumbled in a vat of, of…rocks, and acid, or something! Oh, and your shoes - " She lowers her head to squint and poke at them. "- they're some sort of athletic wear. What terrible tribulations you must have endured to be left with only this mish-mash to wear. Such a handsome human deserves far better, don't you think?"
>You're not sure whether Rarity actually finds you handsome, or whether she says that to every male client, but you don't care to find out."Yesss…well, as I explained yesterday, I lost all of my spare clothes to Timberwolves. It wouldn't be an issue, except that we humans don't ever take off our clothes except to wash or change into a new set. We don't wear them only when we want to, like you ponies do. I haven't taken a bath in some time, and if I don't have a clean pair of clothes to change into, I can't wash. Fluttershy told me you might be able to help me with that. I can't pay you right now, but…"
>"You needn't fear, darling! I must confess, ever since we first met, my mind has been positively swimming with ideas for how to accessorize your…unique anatomy. It would be a pleasure to design you a new outfit, free of charge.""That is absurdly generous, Rarity. I -"
>"Anonymous, darling, you just told me that you can't even take care of basic grooming without a spare change of clothes. Please, don't feel indebted. Let me help you." Rarity's eyes practically sparkle with heartfelt empathy, and you can't help but give in with a sigh."Alright. Alright, but I insist that you at least add this to my tab, or something."
>"Pshaw. If you insist; but I insist that you not worry about it for now. There is work to be done! Follow me, dear. I must take your measurements."- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That's all. I'll make more progress Wednesday. Hope this little sample was entertaining, nonetheless.
3783cb No.110271
>>109609Sweetie Belle is still best CMC.I liked how she reacted to the whole Omnivore/eating horses thing. It's a much more realistic portrayal of what a kids reaction would be compared to say them getting terrified at the prospect. Kids are quite dumb and don't always realize the larger complications of things.
Also all this talk about Libanon carrying around a folding chair makes me hope for pic related as the endgame for him.
7591cb No.110377
>TFW you will never have a bespoke suit from Rarity
79ab7d No.111703
>>109609Wednesday dump:
>You follow Rarity into her workroom, taking your chair with you. Sweetie tags along as well, humming happily to herself.
>"Now Anonymous, be a dear and stand over there," says Rarity, waving a hoof absentmindedly at no corner of the room in particular while she searches for something. You shrug and stand off to the side of her sewing table, placing your chair down next to you. Sweetie Belle promptly hops up into it, circles around in the seat a few times, and then settles down like a cat.
>Rarity finds her measuring tape, levitating it with her magic. Then she grabs a pencil and drafting paper from her drawing table. She trots up to you and sets the paper on the floor next to her, holding the pencil in her mouth while she uses her magic to loop the tape around your body. It doesn't cinch anywhere, yet; Rarity pauses a moment to consider her next move, spitting the pencil onto the paper so she can speak. "Hmm…I've never taken a human's measurements, before. Would you mind holding still for a few moments? This might feel a bit strange."
>You obey silently, curious to see what she'll do. Suddenly your right arm tingles all over, as if it's being dipped in ice water. You breathe in sharply.
>"Now now, just hold still. This will only take a minute, dear. I need to see how you articulate." You comply, watching as Rarity's magic begins to manipulate your arm like a marionette. Dress horse has a look of intense concentration on her face, and she periodically grabs the pencil in her mouth to scribble notes as she works your joints one at a time, mumbling quietly to herself.
>"No hooves, though that sha'nt be a problem…high degree of articulation in the fetlock…all of them…and in the hips…goodness, this will need to be flexible in almost every direction…ahh, but this doesn't bend that way…I see…"
>It's a very strange sensation to feel your body move without you telling it to; it's rather like getting a physical check-up at the doctor, if the doctor was a ghost with icy fingers. When Rarity suddenly bends you at the waist, you can't help but let out a "Whoa!", though she quickly sets you back upright.
>Soon enough, she is finished playing puppeteer and begins to take your measurements with the tape. You've never had clothes tailored before, so you can't tell if any of the measurements she's taking are unnecessary, but she takes an awful lot of them. Perhaps she's just being thorough so she doesn't have to re-do it. Sweetie Belle yawns from her perch on your chair, and you're tempted to do the same, but you don't want to seem rude. Finally, Rarity puts down the tape and hops into the high-backed chair in front of her drafting table.
>"Thank you, Anonymous. You've done your part. I'll draw up a few designs and have an outfit for you by tomorrow."
>You frown. Tomorrow? How are you supposed to get a bath today without a clean change of clothes? Damn - and you can't exactly tell Rarity to speed it up. She's in creative mode now, and she's already being overly generous. You guess you'll just have to suck it up until then. You open your mouth to thank Rarity, but you're cut off by a high-pitched squeak.
>"Tomorrow!?" Sweetie Belle jumps out of the chair and marches up to her sister. "But how will Anonymous get clean? The only reason he came to get new clothes in the first place is because he's all smelly and dirty, and he can't get a bath if he can't change! No offense," she adds, looking back at you.
>You grin sheepishly as you attempt to dissuade Sweetie from ruining your first impression with Rarity. "Sweetie, it's fine, honest. I can wait. You can't rush these things."
>"Anonymous is right, Sweetie Belle," says Rarity, taking off her glasses. "There's no outfit that I can make in less than a day's time on short notice, especially with such unusual measurements. Besides, he doesn't smell so bad…" She doesn't look at all convinced to hear herself say that, and Sweetie cocks an eyebrow at her. "…though I suppose if you wanted to, Anonymous, you could do some freshening-up in our bathroom. Surely you could at least wash your head and neck, and arms, and so forth. Oh, and I have the loveliest selection of perfumes! Sweetie Belle, be a dear and show Anonymous to the bathroom. I need to stay here and get to work on those designs."
>"No problem, Rarity! C'mon Anonymous! Follow me!" Sweetie gallops off. You wait a moment before following her."Thank you, Rarity. Really. It means a lot."
>"You are most welcome. I'll come deliver your clothes to Fluttershy's house when I've finished, and then perhaps you and Fluttershy and I can spend some time together?""I'd like that. If you're not busy, of course."
>"Spending time with friends is part of my schedule, darling. Until we meet again."
>She smiles and turns back to her drawings, and you take your leave. 79ab7d No.111704
>>111703
>No matter how much you know about FiM and no matter how many times the ponies demonstrate their kindness, it's still hard to believe how willing they are to drop everything and lend some weird-looking vagabond foreigner a helping hoof. Rarity owns and manages a very demanding small business, and yet not only is she setting aside her normal schedule to make you custom duds at the drop of a hat, she's allowing her kid sister to escort you around without supervision. You have trouble imagining any human doing the same; though for a pony, they might. You don't think the perception of cuteness and innocence goes both ways, however. These small horses are uniquely charitable, almost naively so. That, or they're simply excellent judges of character. You certainly wouldn't take advantage of any of them, but how did they know that for sure?
>Sweetie's attitude is at least explainable, you think as you jog after her. She's just a kid. What is she, like nine? Ten? Certainly no older than twelve. What is that in pony years, you wonder? Do ponies age half as fast, or do they mature at a similar rate when young and then just live longer in their prime? You figure it wouldn't hurt to ask. Sweetie is probably an open book. But first, it's time to freshen up.
>As you enter the bathroom of Carousel Boutique, you find Sweetie Bell already waiting with a washcloth in her teeth. You chuckle and gently take it from her."Thanks, Sweetie. Now, if you don't mind - "
>"Oooh, this one smells good!" Sweetie begins to spritz and sample all the different bottles of perfume that Rarity has stored on the shelves."It sure does. Now -"
>"Too flowery? I agree. How about this?" She blasts you right in the face with a cloud of scented water, and you begin to cough.
>"Oh, I'm sorry! Here, uhh…we can balance it out!" She begins fumbling for more jars, and you are forced to raise your voice."Sweetie! If you want to spend time with me, that's fine. But right now I'd like a little privacy, if you don't mind."
>The filly's ears droop and she trots dejectedly out the door."I'll be right out."
>You close the door on her and take stock of your surroundings. Rarity's bathroom is the first you've seen in Equestria, and it's every bit as fancy as you imagined. There is a porcelain standing tub - real "Chinese" porcelain, you note - as well as a matching sink with a mirror above it, and a huge selection of glass jars filled with scented grooming products, soap bars, fluffy towels, hair brushes, and other paraphernalia. There is also, to your amusement and relief, a very low but unmistakably-shaped porcelian toilet with an antique-style chain flushing handle. So Fluttershy's lack of plumbing is unusual; or maybe Rarity is more high-maintanence than anypony else in town.
>You turn each handle of the faucet at the sink to test the temperature, as neither is labeled. A-ha! So they do have hot water! You sigh with relief and strip off your shirt, and then wash yourself as thoroughly as you are able to above the waist with just a washcloth. You scrub your face extra hard, attempting to get rid of any lingering traces of that perfume that Sweetie blasted you with. Then you dry off with a nearby towel and drop it into what looks to be a wicker laundry basket by the door.
>You put your shirt back on and look at yourself in the mirror. Not bad. You're noticeably less grimy than you were when you walked in, and while your clothes are still a little gross, you think you won't cause anypony to lose their lunch. You also smell faintly of roses, now, which can't hurt.
>When you open the door, Sweetie Belle is standing there, balancing your folded chair on her withers. "You forgot this!"
>You take it from her and then extend your hand to ruffle her mane a little, but stop halfway. Would that be appropriate? Sweetie seems to think so; she's craning her neck in your direction with her eyes closed, as if she was expecting it. Eh, what the hell. You give her ringlets a little ruffle, and Sweetie doesn't bat an eye."So, it seems like you wanted to spend a little time with me, right? I was gonna take a jaunt around town, anyway, so why don't you tag along and show me around?"
>Sweetie's eyes grow to the size of saucers - literally, in her case. "Really?""For realsies. Just ask your sister f-"
>She has already disappeared. 79ab7d No.111707
>>111704
>Rarity apparently trusts you, or her sister, or both a great deal, because she's already given Sweetie permission to follow you around by the time you make it to the front door. You thank her again for all her help and promise to look after Sweetie, and then you and the little filly leave the Boutique together.
>To be honest, you're not really sure where you want to go next. You had planned to visit Twilight today, but you're not really presentable enough considering that she's a Princess, now. Or would she even care about that? She certainly liked to act as if her new status didn't make her better than anyone else. At the least, you could go make sure she knows you want to be her new study partner. You decide to pay her a visit. If nothing else, you know that Sweetie enjoys spending time with Purple Smart.
>The little filly trots next to you, making two or three steps for every one of yours but not minding one bit. "So, where should we go? Do you wanna see something cool? My friends and I have a clubhouse, and - ""Actually, Sweetie, I have some business with Twilight Sparkle today."
>"Ooo! What kind of business?""I'm going to see if it's possible for she and I to be study partners. I was a student just like her back in my home country, and the Mayor said that if I wanted to continue my studies, Twilight would be the one to ask."
>"No way! Me and my friends study with Twilight, too! We can share Twilight Time together! This is gonna be great!"
>You're pretty sure you just made a best friend, and it gives you fuzzy feelings in your chest. You wish Chloe was around to see you being so great with children…damn. You were having a great time forgetting about your problems.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That's all for tonight. Thanks for reading!
79ab7d No.111712
>>111707Shit, forgot my trip. I was helping out in the 8cc thread all day and forgot to put it back on. It's not like anyone would try to impersonate me, but just so you know it was me, here's my trip.
0b317f No.111714
>>111703>You shrug and stand off to the side of her sewing table, placing your chair down next to you. Sweetie Belle promptly hops up into it, circles around in the seat a few times, and then settles down like a cat.Well, that needs a gif or something.
>>111712Heh yeah, I don't think that'll be a problem for a while. I've only been to the Red CYOA and the Story Time threads, and the one in the latter forgets theirs every now and then.
Cute fic m8, enjoyed reading. Sweetie Belle's such a cutie.
2eb6dd No.111760
The pacing has improved, no more pointless filler descriptions like libanon taking a bath and having a lengthy internal monologue about things we already know and I like that. Got nothing to criticize about this time. Was comfy and fun to read.
743d25 No.111792
>>111714>Well, that needs a gif or something.agreed
I'm liking how this has been going
c05770 No.113429
It's funny how this thread goes onto limbo when Op doesn't post
e9eacb No.113437
>>113429Every writefag thread ever
6463af No.113570
so, who are you guys going to be voting for next election?
d8ff7f No.113575
6463af No.113577
>>113575I meant 2016, saltpile.
d4aa51 No.113578
>>113577>Any year>VotingDo you even Moldbug, bro?
6463af No.113581
6463af No.113582
>>113578but go ahead and gloat that you know some obscure figure that I never heard about
79ab7d No.113716
>>111707Sunday dump:
>Before long the two of you are in front of the Treebrary. You knock on the door and hope that Twilight doesn't mention the idea of hunting for your girlfriend; you don't feel like acting today.
>The door handle turns and Spike appears. He seems glad to see you. You're beginning to wonder whether you simply have that effect on kids, or if monkey-people look cool from their perspective. "Oh hey! Anonymous, right? And Sweetie Belle? Well, it's always nice to see you, too!"
>"Hi, Spike!" she replies cheerfully.
>"C'mon in, Twilight was just thinking about paying you a visit!""Is that so?" you say, allowing Sweetie to enter first.
>"Totally! She's been poring over all kinds of books since you left yesterday, trying to find information on your species, where you came from, stuff like that."
>Awww, crap.
>"She hasn't had any luck so far, and she was hoping you could help."You chuckle nervously. "Well, I'll do what I can, I guess."
>Fucking fantastic. You should have known that Purplesmart wouldn't be satisfied with your explanation. Now you're gonna be stuck playing twenty questions; though maybe you can use this opportunity for some quid pro quo. You'll tell her everything she wants to know, and then do a little interrogation of your own. In the friendliest possible way, of course.
>Spike leads you and Sweetie up to the second floor, where Twilight is busy making a book fort. She has wrinkles around her eyes and her mane is frazzled. Knowing her, she probably didn't get much sleep since yesterday. Spike, his duty fulfilled for now, ignores her and waddles over to his bed, curling up with a comic book.
>Twilight perks up as you approach. "Anonymous? Oh, and Sweetie Belle, too? What brings you two here together?"
>"Hi Twilight!" Sweetie scampers up to her favorite Princess and nuzzles her leg, earning a wing hug in return.
>"Hello, Sweetie."
>"Anonymous and I just came over from my sister's Boutique.""That's right. I needed a change of clothes, and Fluttershy suggested I speak with Rarity. She was kind enough to design a set for me to wear, though it won't be ready till tomorrow. I was going to pay you a visit next, and Sweetie wanted to tag along."
>"I see," Twilight says, re-folding her wings. "That was very generous of her; though I suppose that's to be expected. I'm glad you came by, Anonymous. I was hoping you could answer some questions for me.""Right - Spike told me about that. What did you want to know?"
>Twilight levitates a book from one of the many piles and holds it in front of you. It's opened to a page with a map of Equestria. This one looks different from Hasbro's or any of the fan maps you've seen; it's drawn purely in black ink which has faded to brown in spots, and it features places you've never seen before, including…oh dear God. There are islands out in the oceans. You feel sweat beginning to drip from your armpits. Time to think fast.
>"I've been trying to find out a bit more about your people - where you came from and whether there were any accounts or legends referring to humans in Equestria. You told me you came from an island out in the western sea, so I did some digging and found a bunch of old maps, and there are references to islands in the western ocean, but none of the accounts of travelers to those lands mention humans. I know you said that your people keep your island hidden with magic, and that you wanted to keep its location a secret, but I was hoping that there might have been at least some myth or secondhand account of it in history. Are you sure that none of these islands on the map are yours?"
>You feign taking a closer look for a few moments."Hmmm…if you know I'm keeping it a secret, I'm not sure why you'd ask."
>The alicorn's ears flatten and she withdraws the book. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have -""…but no, none of those islands are my homeland," you say, trying to give Twilight a reassuring smile.
79ab7d No.113719
>>113716"To tell you the truth, I couldn't tell you where it was on a map even if I wanted to." That much wasn't a lie, you think.
"It's not just that it's hidden from the outside world; the outside world is hidden from us. I know that it's west of Equestria because I ended up on the western shore of this continent, but other than that, I couldn't say. I had to arrange to have a boat smuggle me here, and the captain didn't share much information with me other than the fact that he had also brought my girlfriend here, and that this land was called Equestria."
>"Oh, I see…I apologize for prying, but I just can't help but be curious. I've read almost every book on Equestrian history, and travelled on a lot of adventures and met a lot of different creatures, but I can't find so much as a footnote on humans. If nopony has ever heard of your people before, it makes me wonder what else I don't know about."
>…and what you don't know might kill you in these parts, you think. Is Twilight worried you might be dangerous? You decide to reassure her."If you're worried that I'm a spy or something, or the vanguard of an invasion, I can assure that my people aren't remotely interested in leaving the safety of their island. Well…except for me and Chloe, I guess…as far as I know we're the only ones to have ever left."
>"Oh no, no no! I didn't think that at all! It's just…"
>Spike rolls his eyes and places his comic down, jumping out of his basket. "It's just that Twilight here prides herself on knowing everything about everything."
>Twilight glares at the little dragon, but he isn't fazed. "What? It's true! I don't see why you have to get worked up about it. Besides, if you really knew everything about everything, there'd be nothing left to learn. You'd be devestated."
>The alicorn princess cocks an eyebrow at Spike, and you take this moment to interrupt."Spike is right," you say, for the first time ever. "I know how it feels to be out of your depth, believe me. But I think I can help with that. You just reminded me why I came over here in the first place."
>Sweetie Belle jumps up and shouts. "To be the newest member of the Twilight Time club!"
>Twilight looks at you with confusion, and you chuckle. "Sort of. I came to ask if you'd like a study partner. The Mayor and Fluttershy both told me that even though you're a Princess, you used to be a university student as well as the town librarian."
>"Technically I still am," says Twilight. "I still look after the library, and even though I'm not under Princess Celestia's tutelage any more, I still spend most of my time studying.""Well, that's perfect, then! I used to be a university student back home, and if it's all right with you, I'd like to continue my education here. I wouldn't have asked, except that apparently there'd be difficulties if I tried to enroll at the university in Canterlot."
>Twilight blushes. "It's true that you need to either show special talent or have, erm…special connections to be accepted to Canterlot University. As for your request…"
>Sweetie Belle's eyes glitter with anticipation.
>"…I'd love to have a study partner!"
>"Yyyyyeeessss!" The little filly hops back and forth over Twilight's back while the alicorn looks on amusedly.
>"I'm not here all the time thanks to my royal duties - "
>" - and the occasional adventure where we save the day," says Spike, puffing out his chest.
>" - but I can certainly spare some time a few days a week. What subject are you a student of?"You remember the Mayor's reaction to your choice of major and rub the back of your neck. "Err, let's just say I study a little bit of everything. Plus, now that I'm on the fast track to becoming an Equestrian citizen, I may as well take the time to learn as much about my new home as I can."
79ab7d No.113722
>>113719
>"Well, whatever it is you want to learn, I can help. I have books on almost any subject you can think of, and if I don't have a book you need, I can request one from any other library in Equestria. This will be so fun! We can come up with a syllabus for you, and we can study together, and have homework parties, and give each other pop quizzes…"
>It pains you to admit it, but even as an alicorn, Purplesmart can still be adorable."That sounds great, Princess."
>"Please…you can call me Twilight.""Are you sure? I'm going to be a subject of yours, soon enough," you say half-jokingly.
>Twilight frowns and paws at the floor awkwardly. The fact that she's so uncomfortable with being royalty is really endearing. With enough time, you might be able to convice her to let her subjects give democracy a try. For now, though, it'd be best to play along."Though, I'll call you whatever you like, Twilight."
>"Thank you, Anonymous. It hasn't been very long since I got this title. I just need a little more time to get used to it. It's fine if you call me that in public, but somehow it doesn't feel right when we're meeting as friends.""Of course. I understand. So, now that that's settled, what days would be most convenient for me to visit?"
>"I do most of my business, official and otherwise, during the day, so you can drop by anytime for a few hours in the evenings. If you stop by and I happen to be out, you're still free to come in and use the library. Just put everything back where you found it, or leave a note if you need to borrow something.""Well alright, then! Thanks so much, Twilight!"
>"You're welcome! I'm sure there's a lot we can learn from each other.""I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then. Sweetie here was going to give me a little tour of Ponyville, weren't you?"
>Sweetie stops playing book-Jenga with Spike and hops over by your side. "You bet! But first, to the clubhouse! I've got to tell Applebloom and Scootaloo that we've got a new study buddy!"
>Twilight smiles at the two of you and waves. "Have fun, you two! Oh, and Sweetie Belle - try not to involve our new friend in anything too adventurous today, okay?"
>"Awwww…okay. C'mon, Anonymous. Let's go."
>The little filly trots dejectedly downstairs, and you follow after waving goodbye to Spike and Twilight. What was that supposed to mean?- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That's all for tonight. Tune in Wednesday for more.
79ab7d No.113742
>>113722FUCK I FORGOT IT AGAIN GOD DAMN ITSigning off for real this time, with my trip.
e9eacb No.113803
Even in fanfiction Princess Twilight is still triggering me.
83804e No.113810
I feel like your lies will spin out of control eventually…
2b1ced No.113821
>>113803>trigger>>>tumblr 32474f No.113823
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>>113821This post screams "I'm a newfag"
it must be a ruse 6463af No.114019
>>113810but the truth will set you free.
2b485d No.114023
>>113803I'd advise against reading
The Immortal Game then.
The ending ruined it for me 2b485d No.114031
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>>113722>It pains you to admit it, but even as an alicorn, Purplesmart can still be adorable.She is, but I still don't like it. The less I have to hear about it
the show notwithstanding, the better. That being said, really enjoying your story so far. Looking forward to Wednesday's text.
79ab7d No.115072
Some shit came up IRL and tonight/today's text may not arrive at midnight like usual, but it will arrive. Those who view it on Thursday mornings in this hemisphere will no doubt find that it is on time. To everyone else, I apologize for the delay.
79ab7d No.115304
>>113722"Wednesday"'s dump, only five hours late!
What is my life, I can't even deliver fanfiction on time- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
>It doesn't take you long to reach the Cutie Mark Crusaders' clubhouse, as Sweetie's pace forces you to follow at a jog. How she knows her friends will be there you're not sure, but when you arrive at the base of the tree Scootaloo and Applebloom stick their heads out of the windows as if on cue.
>"Whoa!" shouts Scootaloo when she spots you. Applebloom chimes in with a "Goodness Gracious!"
>Though they've met you once before, you suppose you can't blame them for being surprised to see you again so soon.
>"It's just Anonymous, sillies! We met him at Pinkie's party yesterday, remember?"
>"Of course we remember!" Scootaloo disappears from the window and begins to set up the treehouse ladder so she can climb down.
>"We just didn't expect you to show up with him at our clubhouse the very next day," Applebloom adds. She follows Scootaloo in a rush down the ladder, the two of them attempting to slide down by gripping outside the rungs and succeeding in landing in a heap at the bottom. Undiscouraged, they quickly disentangle themselves and trot over to you.
>The tiny fillies need to crane their necks almost directly upwards to make eye contact, their eager faces lighting up with the same childish awe and curiosity they displayed the first time you met. It's a little flattering to be looked up to, literally, and you get the sudden urge to start teaching the three little ponies something; what, you're not sure."Hello again," you say simply.
>"Hiya Mister Anonymous!" says Scootaloo.
>"It sure is nice of ya to come visit!" says Applebloom. "We thought you'd be busy doin'…whatever it is that grown-up whatever-you-ares do!"
>"Humans!" squeaks Sweetie Belle. "And it was my idea to come here. Anonymous wants me to give him a tour of Ponyville, and I didn't want you gals to miss out."
>"You mean in case we get our tour guide cutie marks?"
>"That, and I needed to tell you that Twilight Time officially has a new member!"
>"Is it Babs?" Applebloom asks excitedly.
>"Nope."
>"Is it Diamond Tiara?" Scootaloo asks with a grimace.
>"Nope. It's Anonymous!" Applebloom and Scootaloo gasp with delight and begin to bounce around you. You can't help but laugh at their antics."Whoa there, girls. I don't know what Twilight Time is, but if it happens a few times a week during the evenings, then I guess I can see why you're so excited."
>"No, no," says Sweetie Belle. "We're not excited because we'll get to see you - we can do that anytime we want."
>"We can?" asks Scootaloo hopefully.
>"Yes! But the reason we're excited is that now we're not the only ones learning new things with Twilight! Think about it - Anonymous is a grown-up human, and even he still needs some help learning!""Hey, hold on now - it's not like Twilight is going to be my tutor. She's just going to provide me with reference materials and help guide my studies."
>"That's what she does with us," says Scootaloo. "She gives us books and points us in the right direction if we get stuck."
>"Seems pretty much the same to me," says Applebloom."Yeah, well, it's not," you say, unsure of why you've suddenly become so defensive. "
I'm a university student. Before I came here I was working on getting a degree."
>"What's a degree?" asks Sweetie Belle. 79ab7d No.115305
>>115304"A degree is a piece of paper that proves that you're an expert on a certain subject."
>"Ooohhhh," the three fillies say in unison. "What were you working becoming an expert at?"You grit your teeth. "Guh…that's not important. What is important is that there's a big difference between what you girls are doing with Twilight and what I'll be doing with her."
>"If you say so," says Scootaloo. "But if you become an expert at something, why do you need a piece of paper to prove it? Rainbow Dash is the best flyer in all of Equestria, and she doesn't have a degree."
>"My sister doesn't have a degree, and she knows more about apple farmin' than anypony!"
>"Yeah, and my sister is as good a fashion designer as anypony in Canterlot, but she doesn't have a degree, either! If someone wants her to prove she knows how to make dresses, she makes them a dress."
>This is ridiculous. It's Thanksgiving at your Uncle's all over again. Why don't you learn a trade? Whaddya need a fancy piece of paper for? College is a scam! You're gonna be in debt up to your eyeballs! Sour grapes, all of it. He won't have anything clever to say when you graduate and are head and shoulders above all the future fry cooks that were too dumb to understand what "return on investment" means. You feel a small surge of self-righteousness as you contemplate the fact that you now have proof that your Uncle is at the mental level of a pre-pubescent horse. Luckily, unlike your Uncle, these ponies are young enough to be taught."Look, it's very simple. You ponies have cutie marks, which means you're born naturally good at something. We humans are different; when we're born, we're like a blank piece of paper."
>The three fillies look at their flanks, and then back to you."That means we can be good at anything we want, as long as we work really hard. A degree symbolizes how hard we had to work to become a master at something, and when we show it to others, they know that they should listen to what we have to say and believe that we're the best one for the job. I guess you could say that it's like the human version of a cutie mark."
>The CMC look perplexed. "So," ventures Scootaloo, "nobody will listen to you or give you a job if you don't have a degree?""Well, no, I didn't say that. But your word doesn't carry as much weight as an expert's, and you can't get a
good job without a degree."
>"What's a good job? I mean, as opposed to a bad one?" asks Applebloom.
>This shit is getting philosophical in a hurry, you think. You'd think the answer would be obvious. Then again, they are just kids."A good job is one that allows you to make a difference in the world, instead of just making money."
>"Make a difference? What do you mean?""I mean, doing something that's really important, that really helps society."
>"Like farmin' crops to feed ponies?"
>"Or making clothes for them to wear?"
>"Or protecting them from danger?""Uhhh…"
>You're drawing a blank, here. You guess all those things are necessary, sure, but they're obviously not on the same level of significance as the glaring issues in need of fixing in human society - issues that can only be fixed with the guidance of people like your professors, and creatives, and activists, and Barack Obama. Perhaps those sorts of issues aren't so obvious in pony society; or maybe they've all been indoctrinated to believe that everything is fine. Either way, you don't think you're equipped to tackle this topic in a delicate fashion just yet. 79ab7d No.115306
>>115305"Y'know, I think this conversation has gotten a little off-track. Sweetie Belle, didn't you and your friends want to give me a tour of Ponyville?"
>"Oh yeah! I almost forgot! Scootaloo, Applebloom - you know what to do."
>The two fillies look at each other and shrug. "We do?"
>"Cutie Mark Crusaders Tour Guides, assemble!" Sweetie gallops back to the ladder and climbs back into the treehouse, followed by her friends. They return momentarily, having donned their red CMC capes.
>"Let the tour begin! Follow us, Anonymous!"
>Glad to have dodged the bullet of making children cry by telling them that their sisters' jobs are petit-bourgeouis, you tag along with the CMC as they gallivant around town. The enthusiastic fillies stop at literally every structure and landmark in town and explain who lives there, who works there, or what happens there. They even take the time to point out trees, fences, market stalls, and the occasional interesting rock. You're getting to learn Ponyville at the level of a two-foot-tall child, and to your surprise, you find yourself fascinated. There's something magical, for lack of a better word, in the way that Ponyville is lived in by its residents. Every silly detail the CMC provide about every seemingly insignificant feature of the town forms part of a history that the children can recall in its entirety if they wish. Here is the spot where Pinkie Pie taught us how to jump rope; there is the fence where Sweetie Belle's father proposed to his wife when he was captain of the hoofball team; here is the tree where the newly emigrated Rainbow Dash took her first nap; that house belongs to Bon Bon, she gives us candy sometimes, and sometimes she's mean, but Rarity says she's just lonely; here's where Trixie set up her cart the first time she came to town. You'd be hard-pressed to remember any significant details about your own home town beyond the confines of the street you grew up on or where you went to school; all the homes and apartments look the same, the baking concrete sidewalks and parking lots blended into each other, and you never cared to follow the exploits of those you could have called your neighbors, for you couldn't even recognize their faces. As the day wears on, your chest begins to fill with a mix of wistful appreciation and envy that renders you mute during the tour. You can only nod and smile at the motormouthed little ponies.
>Every so often, the CMC re-introduce you to a pony you recognize from your welcome party. Not a one of them seem to find it odd or innapropriate that an adult male is wandering around unsupervised with three little girls in tow. In fact, it seems to make them warm up to you. You're not sure of the logic behind it, but you can't complain. Nobody forgets your name this time around, and it's only your second day here.
>By the time your guides suggest visiting Sweet Apple Acres, the sun has begun to set, and you reluctantly say goodbye. Even though your feet are aching and your arms are numb from lugging around your chair all day, you don't want to leave your little friends behind. You have to remind yourself that you'll be able to visit them again any time you want, a fact that continues to astound your waking brain. You wave as they gallop off, as full of energy as they were hours ago. Then you turn and make your way back to Fluttershy's cottage.
>You're a little late for dinner, you surmise - not that Fluttershy would tell you. At any rate, she seems more concerned after you than after her food getting cold. It's delicious, like every other meal she's served you so far, and you make sure to compliment her and make no suggestion of cleaning up. You're too tired to volunteer, anyway. As the two of you eat, she asks you about your day. You relate your meeting with Rarity, her generous offer, and her suggestion that the three of you spend some time together tomorrow. You also report your success in getting Twilight Sparkle to help you resume your life as a student; but for some reason that you can't fathom, you leave out your adventures with Sweetie, Scoots, and Applebloom. Every time you think about mentioning it, a cloying ball of emotion wells up within you. If you didn't know any better, you'd call that feeling shame - not over the impropriety that would result from having too much fun with small children back on Earth, but from the realization that of all the kind things that ponies have done for you since you came to Equestria, you deserved what those fillies gave you the least.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
That's all for this week. Tune in Sunday for more!
fbc8fb No.115346
My little philosopher: everyone is magic
e9eacb No.115460
>>115306Ah I knew something was missing lately. More libanon internal monologues! Loving how everything he thought he knew is slowly crumbling apart around him and how kids blow him the fuck out with common sense. I also have a question for you Writefriend.
>"Why is anon so hesitant about telling others what he studied? Any self respecting liberal would be proud to share his indepth knowledge of abuse of women throughout history and whatever else Womans studies contains. I am sure Libanon could present it in such a way that his island nation has a very oppressive patriarchal culture." 79ab7d No.115491
>>115460
>Why is anon so hesitant about telling others what he studied? Any self respecting liberal would be proud to share his indepth knowledge of abuse of women throughout history and whatever else Womans studies contains. I am sure Libanon could present it in such a way that his island nation has a very oppressive patriarchal cultureThe short answer, and the one from my perspective as a writer, is that if libanon were an openly proselytizing liberal, this story would quickly turn into an obnoxious strawman comic in greentext form, which is not where I want to go with it.
The slightly longer answer, and the one from libanon's perspective as a character, is that while his worldview may be twisted, it doesn't color all of his interactions all the time. It's more like a set of blind spots or pavlovian triggers that kick in whenever his reasoning faculties interfere with the survival of the memetic parasite living in his head and shut down all rational thought. In this particular case, he didn't necessarily need to reveal his power level to defend his worldview from a group of curious children; all he needed to do was change the subject.
We should also take into consideration the fact that libanon has been in Equestria for only two days and is still trying to (at least outwardly) assimilate. He is all alone, surrounded by characters who, although familiar, he does not know well enough to risk coming to ideological blows with.
TL;DR Now ish not the time for going full commie subvershive; that comesh later!
73aae2 No.115561
>>115305>issues that can only be fixed with the guidance of people like your professors, and creatives, and activists, and Barack Obama.KEK.
So this is a story about a liberal Anon in a conservative Equestria? I may have to read from the start.
79ab7d No.116676
OP here. I have an announcement to make. Apologies if it's a bit blog-ish but I'm excited and this is my thread so fuck you I do what I want
As you may or may not be aware, yours truly is a NEET degenerate, and has been for a very long time. I've been working to improve myself lately, unsure if it would have any effect on my life's outcome in the long run, which is why I only have the time to dump twice a week.
All that will change soon, however, because today I learned that I landed a part-time job at a local bait shop. I'm pretty sure I only landed it because my friend's parents grew up with the owner (I live in a small town), but nonetheless I'm pretty proud of myself because I haven't been able to pass an interview in years. If my training sessions go well and my years of being a socially-anxious shut-in don't fuck me over and cause me to run screaming out of the store in the middle of a shift, my life will begin to closely resemble that of Candy-Shop from Non Non Biyori. Needless to say, I am simultaneously thrilled and terrified.
As for why this is pertinent to the thread, it will no doubt effect my schedule. I have no idea when the owner is gonna call me in for training, or when I'll start work or what my exact schedule will be (she says she needs someone just for weekends, but it may grow from there.) I hope you guys can be patient with me if I need to change my posting schedule or miss a deadline or ten in the coming weeks. I promise, though, that as long as the story is unfinished, I will keep working on it whenever I have time.
Love you faggots, hanging out with all of you here on /pone/ and elswhere on h8chan has really given me a lot of motivation to better myself, and I wanted you all to know that. This job is a huge step in the right direction for someone who never had a lot of hope before, and as gay as it sounds, if it weren't for you guys I probably would never have gotten it. Thanks for always being there, anons.
If I end up missing any deadlines, feel free to bitch or discuss conservative horse-related things to keep the thread alive. Just wanted you all to know what's going on.
32474f No.116683
>>116676Good for you, Op!
83804e No.116684
>>116676welcome to the world of actually having money, OP
e5abdf No.116901
e9eacb No.117018
>>116676
Remember the golden rule writefriend, when socializing with other people.
Don't be a faggot.
Repeat after me.
DON'T.BE.A.FAGGOT.
Neetdom is a temporary ailment, not a god damn illness. If you have nothing smart to say during conversations, keep your mouth shut. Do what you are told, smile and be polite. That's it.
Also
>bait shop
6463af No.118952
>>116676
Do you think we could get some more green soon?
79ab7d No.118976
>>118952
Since you asked so nicely, sure.
>mfw I haven't written a thing since last Wednesday because I've been spending most of my time trying not to hyperventilate into a paper bag, waiting for the call to go in for training at that bait shop
>mfw I haven't even kept to my usual self-improvement schedule, and instead have been browsing 8chan and torrenting movies to avoid thinking about it
>mfw I still haven't heard anything about the job, so I walked down there today to ask the owner when it was she wanted me to come in for training, but she wasn't there, and the guy working there said she'd be back "probably tomorrow"
>mfw I'm beginning to become paranoid that she doesn't want me to show up at all
I'm a mess. It will probably do me good to spend some time focusing on a task. So prepare for green by midnight tonight.
eea4d3 No.118981
>>118976
That's an entertaining story, anon :^)
this shit takes time, just be patient, it took my current employers nearly a month to give me a call back.
79ab7d No.119102
For those waiting: green is indeed on its way. Stay tuned in an hour. I may even keep writing after my initial dump, we'll see.
6463af No.119112
79ab7d No.119113
>>115306
>You awaken from a dreamless sleep the next morning to the crowing of a rooster. Startled, you nearly roll out of bed. It is much, much louder than you imagined, as if the bird had stuck a tin horn into your ear and was personally summoning you awake. It must be right outside the window, in fact. You have no idea how you managed to sleep through it yesterday. With your eyes now wide open, you notice a faint reddish light filtering into your bedroom, but it is otherwise dark. The rooster started crowing at exactly the moment the sun began to rise. How punctual. You stick your feet out from the sheets and onto the bare wooden floor to test it; it's not cold, so you sit up and stretch. To your surprise, you feel like a million bucks, with not a single crick or sore muscle. You don't remember the last time getting out of bed felt so satisfying; probably never, you think. Perhaps all the work you did yesterday in Fluttershy's garden, not to mention carrying around that heavy wooden chair all over Ponyville, was less strenuous than you thought? You weren't exactly a couch potato, of course, being used to biking as your sole mode of transportation, but when you hit the pillow last night it felt like your arms and shoulders had been beaten with a bat, and you had fallen asleep almost instantaneously. Youth has its advantages, you suppose.
>The rooster does not stop crowing, but mercifully it sounds as if each cry is getting fainter and fainter. It must consider waking the entire Everfree Forest to be its duty. You yawn and scratch yourself, reflecting on what you have planned for today in your mental quest-log.
[ ] Daily chores for Fluttershy
[ ] Receive outfit from Rarity
[ ] Take bath, try out new clothes
[ ] Go on outing with Rarity and Fluttershy
[ ] ???
[ ] Study with Twilight Sparkle
>Excited by today's many prospects, you waste no time in getting dressed in your now thoroughly disgusting clothes and head downstairs. Fluttershy is already in the kitchen, mixing up what looks to be another batch of oatmeal. Horses sure love their oats. You greet her, and she seems unsurprised to see you. She must have heard you wake up and get dressed. That means this must be your breakfast she's making. You wonder if she already fed the animals.
>"Good morning, Anonymous! I see Monsieur Chanticleer did a better job of waking you up today," she says with a shy smile.
"Mons…oh! The rooster! Yeah, I'm not used to being woken up by a bird in the morning. Then again, I guess it's not so different from having an alarm clock. A really loud, precise alarm clock."
>Fluttershy giggles softly. "He takes his job very seriously. I know it'll take some getting used to, but try to think of it like a personal wake-up call. Every creature has to make the most out of every minute in Celestia's day, and Monsieur Chanticleer just wants to help you get a head start."
>Although that sounded like something written on a Hallmark card, you can't help but find pretty much everything that comes out of Yellow Quiet's mouth to be adorable, and you smile wryly despite yourself.
"Well, I guess I can thank him later. So…"
>You almost blurt out "What's for breakfast?", but some unbidden gatekeeper forces your vocal cords shut and you struggle to get the words out of your mouth. They hover in front of your mind's eye, each syllable dripping with patriarchal oppression. Though you see Fluttershy, having awakened just before you, standing in the kitchen; though you see the ingredients for what is no doubt intended to be your morning meal set on the counter by Fluttershy; though you know that Fluttershy takes pride in cooking for her guests and seems to authentically, if dysfunctionally bundle her ability to feed the males in her life with her feminine identity; despite all this, you cannot for an instant bring yourself to verbally acknowledge any of it. You can eat the food that she makes for you out of politness. You can compliment her on her skill. You can even humor her delusions of traditional domesticity in conversation, as you would with your own grandmother. But to willfully engage in perpetuating a system of sexually-segregated menial labor, with words from your own lips and without Fluttershy's express consent beforehand? Rank and utter heresy. You may as well start raping her right now. The best you can manage is a stuttering -
"W-whatcha got there?"
>Fluttershy politely explains that she is making your breakfast, and that she hopes you're hungry because she'll be joining you in the living room for some oatmeal in a minute. Then she gently shoos you out of the kitchen.
79ab7d No.119114
>>119113
>You sit despondently on the couch, lost in thought as Fluttershy cooks. Two days has not been enough to acclimate you to living out what seems to be your host's own weird domestic fantasy. She caught you off-guard at first, so you had little choice but to play along, but now you're not sure how long you'll be able to last without saying something. She just acts so…strangely around you. Could she be…?
>You look over at the little pegasus as she stirs the pot, humming playfully, her tail twitching back and forth. Suddenly, she looks over at you. A strand of mane falls over her eye, and she blows it out of the way once, twice. The third time's the charm, and she giggles and smiles at you. Woodenly, you smile back. Her look says everything. Dear gods. You should have seen the signs. Fluttershy is…infatuated with you.
>This explains everything - her motherly behavior, her clinginess, her doting on you hand and foot. She'd been so eager to try to make you feel comfortable around her from the moment she met you that she unwittingly started falling into gendered stereotypes! Poor Fluttershy. You've learned about this very phenomenon in Women's Studies. Your professor calls it "Barbie and Ken syndrome." It's an insidious process in which even an otherwise free-spirited womyn, in a misguided attempt to secure the attention of a male they happen to like rather than approach him as an equal non-gendered person, "plays house" with him. She may insist on cooking meals for him, doing chores, doting on him when he's hurt or ill, acting in stereotypically feminine ways and attempting to call the male's attention to how stereotypically female she is acting, even going so far as to perform depraved, male-centered sex acts. MRA's and other unsavory types like to use this kind of behavior as ammunition in their sick political games, claiming that it proves that womyn naturally behave according to patriarchal mores, but in reality it's the centuries of violent imposition of those mores that have been psychically imprinted into our culture, oppressing women to this day, even without their conscious knowledge. You gulp as you mentally check off all the signs that Fluttershy has shown…all but one. How long before she attempts to act out the final stage of the oppressive patriarchal mating ritual?
>As flattering as it may be that Fluttershy finds you attractive, the very thought of her forcing herself to please you makes you sick…and…and…sick. So sick that it tingles. You begin to think of all the times she's showed you kindness up to now, and the perverse sexual domination going on in her poor oppressed mind every time; serving you, pampering you, tending to your wounds, cooing sweet words of encouragement, tenderly wiping down your sweaty body with washcloths… Your nausea begins to manifest in an erection, and you quickly envision a field of dead kittens. You need to put a stop to this at once.
>Well…maybe not at once at once. These things need to be approached delicately, after all. You don't want to hurt her feelings. Fluttershy is under the influence of some very powerful internalized misogyny, here. Much like surgery, you'll have to be careful when excising it so as not to damage her delicate psyche. For her sake, you may need to keep playing along. Just for a while. You wouldn't want her to think that you don't think she's a valuable person, or that you think she's unnatractive. For a horse, you mean. According to horse standards. For horses.
>You suddenly realize that you've been staring at Fluttershy's hindquarters for an indeterminate amount of time, and that she is staring back at you over her shoulder, unblinkingly. She has stopped stirring the oatmeal.
>"Anonymous?" She drops to all fours and turns to face you. "Are you all right?"
"AHHH-haha~ Yes. Perfectly fine. Great. I just…space out occasionally…stare at random spots in front of me. Thinking, you know."
>"Oh? What are you thinking about?"
You place your hands over your lap and press down lightly. "Dead kittens," you mumble.
>"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that?"
"My girlfriend! I was thinking about my girlfriend."
>"Oh, you poor dear. Of course you still miss her. I know you said that Rarity wants to spend some time with us today, but if you like, we could maybe -"
"NO NO NO no no no, no no, no…no. No, that's necessary, really. No need to worry about it right now. In fact, this is a great opportunity for me to take my mind off my girlfriend. Off the fact that she's gone, I mean. That she's missing."
>Neither of you seems sure of what to say next. You cough, and awkard silence ensues as Fluttershy serves you your bowl and the two of you tuck into breakfast.
79ab7d No.119115
>>119114
Stupid character limit…
That's it for now. I think I'll keep writing tonight and tomorrow and see if I can't have something for you guys by tomorrow night to make up for the days I missed due to faggotry. Hope you're enjoying it. Criticism is welcome, by the way.
6463af No.119124
>>119115
Good work Op, anything to take my mind off of the shit Valve is pulling.
83804e No.119327
>>119114
>A-anon, why are you looking at my ass~?
79ab7d No.119353
I'll have more by midnight, folks. Stay tuned. Oh, and I got the job, I start training tomorrow.
>>119124
Yeah, anons' jimbobs seem to be awful wrassled over the whole thing. Terrible shame. I just want my boards to be comfy…
>>119327
Certainly not because he wants to plant his seeds in her garden if you know what I mean
6463af No.119359
79ab7d No.119388
>>119114
>After breakfast, you resume work in Fluttershy's garden, much to your relief and her dismay. The state of your hands, in her opinion, leaves you incapable of performing hard labor. You quickly put a stop to her protests by suggesting a temporary compromise until your hands heal or you get a pair of gloves: she can dig holes while you follow with the seed-bag and plant. This seems to satisfy her, and she makes a show of letting you know how helpful even this small task is to her, and how awkard it normally is to drag a heavy sack around in stops and starts, especially for a pony. You have to admit, it works out to be a rather efficient division of labor. Fluttershy's hooves tear up the hard earth like pie crust, and your arms and hands allow you to hold the seed-bag and plant at the same time.
>Neither of you speak while you work, falling into a rythm that is only interrupted by short breaks where the two of you sit in the shade of a nearby tree and enjoy the company of Fluttershy's animal friends. Their near-sapience takes some getting used to; whereas if a girl on Earth "introduced" you to her pets, it would essentially be a form of small talk, these animals are quite literally Fluttershy's friends and neighbors, and you find yourself trying to make a good impression on them. Luckily, Fluttershy's implicit trust in you seems to put them at ease around you, and your own initial nervousness evaporates as you find yourself attempting conversation with various birds and small mammals while Fluttershy bemusedly offers translations. The time flies by, and in only a few hours the two of you have planted roughly half of Fluttershy's beet plot. You are only interrupted by the sudden arrival of Rarity.
>"Good afternoon, darlings!" Miss Rarity makes quite a sight when you put down your bag to look at her. She's wearing a lavender saddle-mounted parasol, sunglasses, and a sun hat tied down with a silk scarf. Behind her she pulls a small cart, beautifully hoof-painted and studded with gems, that is piled high with packages wrapped in gaudy gift-paper and tied with ribbons. "I come bearing gifts," she says playfully, unhitching herself from the cart. You and Fluttershy walk over to greet her.
>"It's good to see you again, Rarity," says Fluttershy, floating over to give her friend a welcome hug.
>"Ooohh~ It's lovely to see you as well, Fluttershy. It's simply been too long since we spent some quality time together."
"Hello, Rarity," you say with a small wave. "You said you come bearing gifts, but those certainly can't all be for me, can they?"
>"Oh but of course they are, darling! Did you think that when I said I'd help you with your wardrobe that I'd leave you stuck with only two outfits? In a summer with such dreadful heat?" Rarity holds a hoof up to shade her face for emphasis. "Preposterous!"
"Rarity -" you say breathlessly, beginning to sweat with embarrasment as you double-take at the huge pile of gift-wrapped clothing, "don't tell me you spent all yesterday and last night making a dozen outfits just for me, and used all those materials…"
>"Anonymous dear, it was far less trouble than you suppose, and I'll have you know that there are only eight outfits." You sputter, but Rarity waves you off. "Seven sets of simple shirts and slacks, one for every day of the week, and one suit for special occasions. The suit was the only thing that I could honestly say was a bit of an effort; the rest was barely make-work. The time flew by."
>Though you're fairly sure she's downplaying her efforts for your sake, you suppose that it would probably be insulting to Rarity's generosity, not to mention her talent, to press the issue.
"Thank you, Rarity. I know it may not seem like much to you, but a set of hand-made clothes is quite a gift among humans. I don't know how I'll repay you."
>"Think nothing of it, darling. For now, it will be payment enought to see you change out of those dreadful rags and into some proper attire."
>You reach out a hand at one of the packages, but Rarity levitates it out of your reach. "Ah-ah-ah! After you wash! Fluttershy, be a dear and show Anonymous to where he can bathe. I'll bring along the suit I made and leave it with him so he can have his privacy. I'm terribly excited to see how he'll look, and today is a special occasion, after all."
79ab7d No.119389
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>>119388
>You follow Fluttershy back to the cottage, where she grabs you a towel, scrub-brush and a hunk of what looks to be homemade soap. You take them from her and then follow her to a nearby pond, Rarity in tow. The water is surrounded by shady willows, and Fluttershy promises it's secluded from prying eyes, and not too deep. To assure your comfort, she tells all the birds in the area to leave you alone, as well as a few frogs who agree to swim over to the deep end of the pond and not stare. Then Rarity leaves your suit in its package at the edge of the water and the two ponies leave you be.
>Though you're used to taking hot showers every day, which means the cold pond water initially causes your nethers to retract up into your torso, you're so glad to be able to rid yourself of all your accumulated grime that you manage to suck it up and wade in to waist-level. You're not really sure what to do with the scrub-brush since you don't have any fur, so you toss it to the shore and lather yourself up repeatedly with the soap, using your fingernails to scrub yourself when necessary. Before long you're clean as a whistle. For a moment you worry that it might somehow be rude to leave your suds and filth in a pond that belongs to other creatures, but the frogs don't seem to mind. The pond is rather large, and no doubt the soap is organic.
>You dry off with the towel, wrapping your lower body with it in case the ponies decide to come back to check on you for some reason, and then pick up your gift-wrapped suit. The paper is silver, with a pattern of golden fleur-de-lis, and it's tied with a classy black ribbon. You unceremoniously tear it to pieces and examine Rarity's handiwork. You knew before you even asked for Rarity's help that the clothes that she'd make you would no doubt be fancier than you're used to, but looking at what you now hold in your hands, you're certain that if one of your human friends had acquired it for you, it would have bankrupted them.
>You hold up what appears to be an old-fashioned three-piece suit, complete with a waistcoat, undershirt, and an Ascot tie. While you're no expert in matters of historical fashion, its form evokes a distinctly Victorian feeling. The fabric is gray, with subtle white pinstripes, and feels much lighter than it appears; probably cotton, you surmise, it being summer. The coat and waistcoat both have large buttons that appear to be made of mother-of-pearl, and the burgundy Ascot is made of what is unquestionably silk, patterned with dark and tasteful paisleys. Goodness knows precious materials in Equestria don't have quite the same value as they do on Earth, but the sheer extravagance that Rarity poured into this gift leaves you breathless.
>You admire the suit for a while until you begin to shiver from a passing breeze. You fling away your towel and suddenly realize that Rarity doesn't seem to have made you any underthings. Oh well; how was she supposed to know? You don't even know if ponies wear undergarments when they choose to wear clothes. In any case, you've gone commando before. It'll be a privelege to do so in such fancy duds.
>Figuring out exactly how to get into your new outfit takes a while, and you're only halfway through buttoning the waistcoat when you hear Fluttershy and Rarity calling your name.
"I'll be there in a minute!" you shout.
>After your battle with the many flaps and buttons is complete, you look down at your feet and realize that in addition to your lack of underpants, Rarity has not provided you with new shoes or socks, either. Unwilling to put your nasty socks back on, and unsure if walking around barefoot would gross ponies out, you hurriedly slip your bare feet into your sneakers and begin to jog out to meet your friends. You stop yourself, backtracking to the edge of the pond to take a quick peek at your new look. You let out a low whistle. You're not one to brag, but damn - spend what must be a thousand dollars' worth of tailoring on you, and you clean up well. You look like a gentleman out of a Dickenson novel. Grabbing your old filthy clothes, you dash out from the seclusion of the willow trees and spot your pony gal-pals milling around giggling. When they notice you, they both gasp. Fluttershy in particular seems taken aback; whether from your looks or from the effort Rarity put into accentuating them, you don't know.
>"A-Anonymous!? Is that really you?"
>Wow, geez, you didn't think you looked that bad before. Then again, you already know that Fluttershy was attracted to you from the start. It must be the shock of seeing you in a completely different outfit.
>For her part, Rarity seems to have surprised even herself. "Uuuwahaha~! I knew my designs were fabulous, darling, but on you - on you -" Unable to finish her sentence, Dress Horse settles for circling you with a rapturous expression on her face.
79ab7d No.119391
>>119389
"That good, huh?"
>"You look so…different," says Fluttershy, hiding her face behind her hooves. "Do your people wear things like that all the time? It fits you so well…"
"As a matter of fact, this style would be considered -"
>You nearly say "old-fashioned", before catching Rarity's beaming eyes.
"- very high-class," you say with a wink.
Rarity dances in place in response.
>"Uhuhuhuhu~! I don't wish to toot my own horn, but what can I say; I'm a natural! We simply must take advantage of how dashing you look, at once!"
"What did you have in mind, Rarity?"
>The unicorn's eyes gleam mischieviously for an instant, but it's gone as soon as you notice. She trots over to Fluttershy's side with a haughty air. "I know just the thing. But first, let's go out for lunch. You poor dears must be famished after after so much…yard work. Follow me!" With that, Rarity canters off in the direction of Ponyville, and with a mutual shrug, you and Fluttershy follow behind.
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That's all for tonight. I have no idea when I will write next. I've supposedly been hired for weekends only, at least for now, so I'll probably be able to crank something out Wednesday, but I may end up revising my schedule. We'll see. The story may grind to a halt for a while but I won't abandon it, this shit is too much fun. See you anons again soon.
6463af No.119393
>>119391
Great work once again, I am looking forward to your next segment, as I'm sure most others are.
83804e No.119395
Quite the aggressive lapel on that suit, hope Anon's enough of a man to wear it properly by the end of his adventure
79ab7d No.119396
>>119395
>hope Anon's enough of a man to wear it properly by the end of his adventure
That is the question, isn't it? They say the clothes make the man, but in Anon's case…
>>119393
Thanks! It's as much of an adventure writing this as it must be reading it. Glad you guys like it. Let's hope Anon's experiences teach him something useful.
6463af No.119397
>>119395
At that point, I half expected him to transfer to a well spoken aristocratic accent and start using longer and more sophisticated words.
bcc423 No.120264
>>119391
>"What did you have in mind, Rarity?"
>The unicorn's eyes gleam mischieviously for an instant
The suspense is terrible! I hope it'll last.
[spoiler]
Congrats on the new job Anon. And thank you, I've been looking forward to updates.[/spoiler]
99cdc8 No.120298
>>120264
use double asterisks to surround your spoilers, ** instead of [spoiler]
and yes, having a job is a wonderful thing. that first paycheck feels so big…
0b317f No.120422
>>120298
Sure gets dull after the first few months, unless you're particularly organized and know how to manage your time.
e9eacb No.120475
>>119391
Now the question is: Will Anon become a barefoot suit wearing hipster trash like pic related or find a way to get some shoes. The latter doesn't seem too farfetched since galoshes exist in Equestria for some god forsaken reason.
79ab7d No.120503
>>120475
Anon has shoes; he got transported to Equestria while wearing sneakers. Rarity even remarked on them. He's only got one pair of socks, though, and that pair needs to be washed, so he'll be traipsing around Equestria third-world style for a bit, in sneakers without socks. I doubt the ponies will care much; in fact, they'd probably be fine with him going barefoot.
I tend to imagine what Equestria is like based on what could plausibly be inferred from the show, and not entirely on "horse logic", because it is a fantasy world after all. So since the show has shown ponies wearing shoes occasionally, they must exist. Rarity, however, is a dressmaker, not a cobbler. Though she remarked on Anon's footwear, and would probably be willing to take a crack at making shoes for him, he didn't have a pressing need for them. He'll probably go to someone else for new shoes when he has some bits. Till then, he'll have to be a sneaker-and-suit-wearing hipster.
4bb370 No.120719
I just read this thing from start to finish and OH GOD MOAR. I know you've gotten some complaints over too much "fleshing out", but I've loved the new-to-Ponyville feel. Maybe that's just because I've never read a fanfic before. Loved how things like bathing, bathroom, government, and food sources have been expanded upon. The best part was how much of a sense of community/family our sheltered protag realized he has been deprived of while running about with the CMC. Very feelsy. Speaking of feels, its great when Anon is blown away by kindness. Can't wait for him to see the light.
I have a feeling this is going to be a long one. Now feel like I did when I first read Berserk. I went from getting years worth of Miura's amazing work all at once to waiting a year for one chapter. I guess bait shop is gonna be your Idolmaster. Here's hoping Anon never gets in a boat.
I wonder if Luna saw his cuck dream.
c144c9 No.120727
>>120719
was Safe Haven that dream pony? I remember reading that and thought it was cool, but I never really saw anything come of it. Probably buried in some general I disregard or something.
4bb370 No.120735
>>120727
Yup. I never read any of it, but her fan art is heavenly.
05c657 No.120903
>>120735
>mfw mods see horse dicks everywhere
That was an arm guys.
79ab7d No.120924
>>120719
Thanks for the praise, it's my first ever fic and imo my writing is all over the place in terms of style and tone. I'm still trying to figure out exactly who I am as a writer, and this story is kind of an experiment in that respect. I can do that sort of thing here cause I know you fags don't mind.
>I guess bait shop is gonna be your Idolmaster
Kek. Yeah, probably. In real terms, this job isn't difficult and won't take up a ton of my time, but in terms of me being a mentally ill faggot with no time management skills, it will take a while for me to adjust to my new schedule. I'll do my best to keep the story going, though.
>I wonder if Luna saw his cuck dream
Probably. She seems to function like the nightmare police, checking on the psychological welfare of Equestria's subjects through dreams. It stands to reason she might visit Anon sometime.
Btw, who is that semen demon in your pics and where does she come from?
05c657 No.121084
>>120924
That's Safe Haven, an oc from some anon's lucid dream threads a while back. You'll probably find some thread screenshots on Derpibooru.
c144c9 No.121086
>>121084
>>120924
she was kind of his dream guardian or something, if I recall right.
probably deserves a fanfic of her own, to be honest.
6463af No.121865
>>120924
I'm hoping we can get some green tonight, eh op?
79ab7d No.121946
>>121865
You know I can't say no to direct requests. Plus I have off for the next two days. And /pone/'s fucking board ranking has been dropping like a rock. So sure, I'll see what I can do.
By tonight I of course mean Thursday night, and probably Friday night.
b8e99f No.121973
79ab7d No.122330
Just got back from a surprise birthday party my friends threw me. I thought I'd have all this afternoon to write, but spent it eating fried food and bullshitting instead. I can honestly say I have no regrets.
However, I did promise to put something up tonight, so I'm gonna break my "cutoff at midnight rule" and my "only post at least three segments at a time" rule, and just start writing and posting snippets one by one till I get tired. I'll write more after I wake up tomorrow, too.
I am the most inconsistent writefag on this board, I know. You guys have been really patient. I'll see about rewarding that patience with some lewd, soon. Lewd, mind, not smut. This is a wholesome conservative horse adventure, after all :^)
6463af No.122360
>>122330
Happy birthday you magnificent bastard you
c144c9 No.122395
>>122330
shiet nigga, I didn't know it was your birthday!
Enjoy yourself, brah
79ab7d No.122399
>>122330
Eh, nix putting up anything tonight, I'm already tired. I know I promised, but I also didn't forsee spending my birthday like a normie rather than painstakingly crafting diminuitive equine fanfiction like God intended. I'm also having trouble deciding which direction to take this next scene and don't want to rush it. But tomorrow definitely. Pinkie promise.
>>122360
>>122395
Thanks! You didn't know because it wasn't important to mention, except when it prevents me from writing my pretty horsey stories. The sentiment is appreciated, though.
e9eacb No.122485
>>122330
Happy birthday writefag. Don't worry about schedule too much as long as what you write is not shit, people will keep waiting. Like that fat fuck who writes song of ice and fire.
0b317f No.122682
>>122330
Happy birthday, you strait-laced bastard you. Can't wait to read the next update.
73aae2 No.122721
>>122330
I finished reading. Loving it all so far, and I like how you've set up these conflicts between libanon's view and the traditionalist virtues of Equestria. Can't wait to see what happens.
Though I do find it odd that Fluttershy would be infatuated with Anon. One would think that race species-mixing would be heavily frowned upon in this world. Could it all be libanon's head?
79ab7d No.122793
Green incoming at midnight.
>>122721
Wouldn't you like to know?~
Probably. If you read the whole thing, you may wish to recall Fluttershy's thoughts on first meeting Anon. Then again, I'm winging this story. Anything could happen. Or could it? :^)****
79ab7d No.122836
>You make a small detour through the backdoor of Fluttershy's cottage to retrieve your chair and then rejoin your two pony friends out front as they amble towards Ponyville. Though your suit is light and breathable, between the bright sun and the load you're forced to carry you're worried about rendering it as sweaty as the clothes you just changed out of. Luckily, Rarity doesn't lead you and Fluttershy very far in search of lunch. You recognize the cafe from an episode of the show - open-air with bales of hay for seats and yet with a fancy French-style waiter and menu. You wonder with amusement whether the proprietor of this place gave up searching for a venue halfway on the road to Canterlot or if they were born here and are trying to be avant-garde.
>As the three of you take your seats at a table (allowing the mares to take the two hay bales while you unfold your personal chair), you notice that your new clothes appear to be attracting many curious stares. It occurs to you that since even Fluttershy almost didn't recognize you after you changed outfits, these ponies might think Equestria already has a new human visitor. In any case, you decide to ignore them; you came on this little date to work on solidifying your friendship with Rarity and Fluttershy, not to worry about your public image. That will take care of itself after you have the Mane Six eating out of your hand.
>It doesn't take you long via process of hay-limination to pick something from the menu, and as the waiter scurries off you take the opportunity to socialize. You start with Rarity, conscious of the fact that she must have brought you out on the town with her and Fluttershy for a reason; to "take advantage of how dashing you look," she had said. For whose advantage? Hers, or Fluttershy's? Did she already sense the pegasus' affection for you? Is she playing the part of chaperone, and if so, is it out of suspicion or of approval? You formulate your opening words carefully.
"So, Rarity, Fluttershy tells me that you're in the habit of making sure your friends are always immaculately dressed. I feel a bit better accepting your generosity knowing that it's because you already consider me a friend. I suppose that I have Fluttershy's kind words about me to thank for that?" you ask, darting a glance at Fluttershy to gauge her reaction.
>Fluttershy merely blinks, her face inscrutable, waiting for Rarity's response.
>"Of course Fluttershy only had nice things to say about you at the welcome party, and after meeting you I can see why! You cut the figure of a perfect gentlehuman. But if you wanted to thank anyone for letting me know all about your good side, it would have to be Sweetie Belle. She's quite taken with you, you know, even from the first moment she saw you. You're all she talks about, of late. I think you can imagine how exciting it is for a young pony to get to meet a visitor from a far-away land that nopony's even heard of before; and for your part, you've been most accomodating of her curiosity."
"Heh, what can I say - I'm an open book," you lie casually. "Though, I can't say I've done much to earn that kind of acclaim. All I did was answer some questions and let her and her friends give me a very excellent walking tour of Ponyville."
>"Children make friends very easily, it's true. But, I find, they are also very excellent natural judges of character," Rarity says with smiling eyes.
79ab7d No.122838
>>122836
This character limit is pissing me off.
>Some of the time, you think to yourself. Rarity doesn't seem to have yet caught on that Fluttershy's kindness to you rested on a bed of perverse lust. Perhaps she hadn't had enough time to observe your interactions with her friend. Yet you need some form of outside confirmation that your suspicions are one-hundred percent accurate. You decide to keep pressing.
"Well, I don't doubt your sister's instincts, of course. It's just that, aside from testimonials, you and I haven't exactly had a lot of time to get to know each other, and yet you've shown me as much generosity as you'd show any one of your closest friends. I naturally assumed that Fluttershy must have played a part in that, since she's spent the most time around me out of anypony."
>You spot the faintest trace of a blush on Fluttershy's cheeks, but she remains silent.
>"I place a great deal of faith in my friends, Mr. Anonymous," says Rarity, a twinge of confusion lurking behind her switch to formality. "You'll find that all six of our number do the same, and for good reason. If Fluttershy considers you a friend, then that makes you a friend of mine, as well. There's really nothing more to it."
>Damn it, Anonymous, you're making an ass of yourself. Rarity is obviously a little hurt that you'd question her reasons for trusting you, even though that wasn't your intention. All you wanted to know is what Fluttershy really thinks of you. You're sure you know, but you need to be certain.
>Fluttershy surprises you by breaking the tension. "I don't think Anonymous means anything by being a little suspicious, Rarity. It's true that he hasn't had a lot of time to earn our trust, and I get the sense from my time with him that trust doesn't come as easily to humans as it does to ponies - meaning no offense, Anonymous. If that's the case, I'm sure they have a good reason."
"She's right," you say, jumping in quickly. "I didn't mean to imply that you or anypony else had ulterior motives for helping me. It's just that as Fluttershy said, trust doesn't come as easily in my homeland as it has since I arrived here. To be honest, I'm a little taken aback with it all. You, and Fluttershy, and everypony else I've met so far have treated me like one of your own without so much as a favor from me beforehand. I've never encountered that level of kindness before."
>"Well darling," says Rarity without missing a beat, "as I told you at your welcome party, Equestria is a lovely place to be stranded."
>If Rarity had been a little miffed before, she now seems perfectly comfortable again, and just in time for the conversation to be smoothed over by the arrival of your food.
79ab7d No.122839
>>122838
>The three of you eat in relative silence, Rarity and Fluttershy catching up with each other's recent goings-on in three or four sentences in-between dainty mouthfuls. When you've finished, you wipe your mouth with a cloth napkin in what you hope is a gentlemanly fashion and reach for your wallet, only to remember with sudden embarrasment that you no longer posess one. Apparently your poker face isn't very good, because Rarity playfully chides you.
>"Still feeling indebted, darling? Well, that feeling is only going to get worse if you dwell on it, especially when you find out where we're going next," she says, slapping a small gem on the table to pay for everyone's meals. At least Fluttershy is only marginally less poor than you, you reflect.
"…and where are we going next?"
>"I'm curious, too, Rarity. You're acting as if you've got a surprise lined up for us."
>"It wasn't going to be a surprise, but now that you mention it, that sounds like a rather fun idea. I shall keep you both in suspense until we arrive. Speaking of which, we should hurry - we wouldn't want to be late for the train."
"Train?" Oh dear Faust, where is Dress Horse planning on taking you? You were looking forward to spending tonight studying with Twilight.
>"Indeed. Last one there's an ugly stitch! Uuuwahahaha!~" The unicorn dashes off in what must be the direction of the train station, giggling like a mad mare. This cannot bode well. You turn to Fluttershy, and the two of you yet again shrug and then trot together after your unusually playful chaperone.
>What in the world could Rarity be up to? you wonder as you step up onto the train platform a few minutes later. The only place she could be taking you that counted as a day's jaunt was Canterlot, as far as you knew, but considering that it's already the afternoon, and counting the trip back, there's no chance you'll be home with Fluttershy before bed. This must be one hell of a surprise.
>You board the waiting train, noting with interest that you don't appear to need a ticket. Socialized public transportation? Somehow you did't expect that, despite how utopian Equestria seems. Then again, perhaps it's just part of Celestia's royal largesse, intented to make her slave-subjects feel as if they're getting something in return for allowing themselves to be tyrannized. You note wryly that Canterlot is centrally located in Equestria, and must therefore be the nexus of Equestria's railway network. All roads lead to Rome, indeed - where the God-Empress can keep a close eye on everyone.
79ab7d No.122841
>>122839
>You take your seats at the back of the train, the front having already been filled up with very well-dressed passengers. You must have arrived just before the train was scheduled to leave, because the platform hadn't been crowded. If all these swanky passengers were from Ponyville, you wondered what the occasion was that they'd put on clothes. Perhaps a visit to Canterlot was special enough in itself, but given Rarity's behavior you begin to suspect otherwise. You wonder if you're prepared for surprises at this stage. Out of an old habit you developed to focus during times of stress, you take stock of your situation as if this were a real fantasy adventure; or, at least, as if it were a computerized fantasy adventure, you think with amusement. It's certainly real enough.
Current Quest: ??? [ ]
Side Quests: Confirm Fluttershy's Infatuation [ ], Let Fluttershy Down Gently [ ], Befriend Rarity [ in progress ]
Inventory: Bespoke Carousel Boutique Suit, Sneakers, Custom Folding Chair
Stats: Dissemble 99, Wield Hoe 1, Knowledge (Liberal Arts, Women's Studies) 25
>Calmed, you settle into your corner next to the window (Fluttershy insisted, since you haven't seen the view before) and announce your intention to take a nap. You're not particularly tired, but train rides always make you sleepy, and you'd like to spend some time thinking before you doze off. This almost seems to disappoint Fluttershy, but you explain to her that you'll make an effort to stay awake on the trip back so that you can view the scenery together, and she cheers up.
>With a whistle, a lurch, and a huge puff of steam, the train takes off, and the rythmic clatter of the wheels on the tracks begins to slowly work its magic on your eyelids as you stare out the window in contemplation. Your attempts to verify Fluttershy's feelings for you fell flat during lunch, which was frustrating. If anyone could tell whether your suspicions are correct, it's Rarity, but she's either oblivious or is being coy. This whole third-wheel type setup seemed odd to you from the get-go, but who is the third wheel? You, or Rarity? Fluttershy's behavior so far seems to speak for itself, but your naturally rigorous logical habits compel you to find at least one secondary point of verification. It'd be really awkward if this was somehow a big misunderstanding. Still, you're almost a hundred percent sure you're right, and if you are, you're going to have to do the right thing and get Fluttershy to confess, and then…
>…and then you fall asleep.
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That's all for now. I work the next two days, then will most likely have most of the week free. As usual, I'll write when I have time and feel creative enough. I hope this was worth the wait this time. Thanks for reading and commenting!
83804e No.122850
>>122839
>Then again, perhaps it's just part of Celestia's royal largesse, intented to make her slave-subjects feel as if they're getting something in return for allowing themselves to be tyrannized
good old libanon
e9eacb No.122907
>>122721
It's just Anon, who was completely depraved of any affection in his sick miserable life, mistaking kindness for attraction.
73aae2 No.125056
>>122907
Yes, that seems to be what's happening. Libanon's internal monologue has already explicitly expressed that he does not view ponies in a sexual light. So it's been amusing to see how the cogs have been turning in his mind in the last few scenes, as libanon is going all out brainstorming ways to get Flutters to confess her love. His subconscious may indeed want to ponk a pone…
In any event, it looks like to me based YAH86 is setting up for an amusing conflict. Can't wait for more!
86d08d No.125118
>>122841
>Wield Hoe 1
so how long do we have to grind to master the art of the Hoe
e9eacb No.125123
>>125118
Not long if you know the best grinding spots.
c144c9 No.125131
79ab7d No.127173
Sorry that I've been inactive for so long, anons. I just wanted to let you all know that I haven't forgotten the story or my promise to give you some lewd soon and that I plan to write more this week. I'm pretty sure twice-weekly dumps aren't coming back thanks to my new schedule and normie lifestyle, but as usual I will make every bit of green I submit as fun to read as possible. The saga of libanon will never die.
6463af No.127262
>>127173
Hey it's fine
we just need three posts a week
dbb190 No.127298
>>127173
>normie lifestyle
I'm in the same boat m8, those damn tradeoffs. Makes me wanna skip sleep sometimes for the extra time, but that only ever worked a few times in college as last acts of desperation or the few restless nights spent reading fimfics
83804e No.127360
>>127173
I'll be okay with the lessened rate I guess…
79ab7d No.127370
>>127262
>three posts a week
By that I hope you mean what I've been averaging so far, anon. I would post more if I could. The truth is, I'm a terrible writer. It takes me hours to write each little three-post snippet I typically deliver, and hours more to think of where to next advance the plot. I could never do this shit professionally. I only started writing it because it's something I wanted to see written and no one else was doing it; now it's got a life of its own and I'm just along for the ride, so to speak.
>>127298
I know those feels m80. It's hard to decide what to do with my time, now. I sleep less, and yet the hours before and after work are spent in suspense or recuperation, respectively. It doesn't help that I have to get up super early. I guess I'll get used to it, though. It's less a matter of having free time and more one of not being afraid to order it and spend it how I wish. Spending years paying absolutely no attention to the flow of time fucks with you.
>mfw I'm just as much of a loser as before, only now I have pocket change
>>127360
You've got the right to grumble. I delivered a story people like and now I'm constricting the flow. I'd be disappointed, too. Like I keep saying, though, this is too much fun for me to stop completely.
If it makes you feel better, I don't claim any special ownership of the whole libanon in tradquestria concept, so if other anons wanted to try their hand at writing little scenes or one-shots in this thread for everyone's amusement, I'd be fine with it. The way I see it, it's the concept and not necessarily my writing that draws anons to the thread. I may be wrong, though. I just want everyone to have a good time, and hope that I've been able to deliver that so far.
83804e No.127378
>>127370
don't worry so much, you're doing fine
e9eacb No.129939
Why is it that Autistic CYOAS like For want of a truth and Quetsing in Equestria can go on for fucking thousands of posts while all the good writefaggotry gets burried and abandoned almost every time?
0b317f No.129992
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>>129939
It's not abandoned, anon. Just on hiatus
79ab7d No.130094
>>129939
Good things are more precious for being rare and ephemeral, or so they say.
Also, this anon >>129992 is correct, I'm on hiatus, not just just fucking off entirely. I've been called into work waaay more than I expected this week. I've no intention of abandoning this story, though.
I'm glad you guys like the story enough to be angry when I don't deliver, makes me proud of myself. I promise to get right back on it when I have time to rest.
73aae2 No.132986
>>130094
>I've no intention of abandoning this story, though.
I think that's what matters most. You've got a really good tale with a unique premise going here and as long as you aim to continue it, we'll keep this thread bumped and await your return.
Work hard and keep to your values.
0b317f No.134957
>>130094
Conservative bump. You make Reagan proud, writefriend. Hope you've rested up soon.
52d153 No.134977
>>130094
>Good things are more precious for being rare and ephemeral, or so they say.
I believe I have heard something like that phrase before.
0b317f No.136426
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>>136305
You're the most basic of memes
0b317f No.138663
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>>136426
Unrelated bump, but we got a gameshow going on here in case anyone's interested: >>138439
c144c9 No.140266
>>138663
>It's been over a month
hold me I'm scared
2b485d No.140315
>>140266
Life must have hit our poor writefag pretty hard. Pray these dubs may bring him back.
26a841 No.140347
>>134985
Poor Spike. Even he can read between those lines.
dac5bf No.140721
Come back writefag, I miss you.
79ab7d No.141033
>>140266
>>140315
Those dubs are pretty nice. Life hit me hard, alright, in the sense that blessings often do. I'm finally getting my life together, but it's a challenge to adjust. Luckily the hardest part is already over; I made a lot of mistakes but didn't die. Funny how that needs to be demonstrated to some people, but it does.
>>140721
I missed you too, anon.
It's been a month, already, huh?
I won't apologize any more for being away or offer any excuses, not because I'm not sorry to leave you guys hanging or because I don't have any good excuses - I miss writing for you fags a lot and I'm also busier than I've ever been in my life. No, rather, I just wanna get straight to ponies, if you don't mind. So, without further ado, the long-awaited continuation of SCHARPG:
>You are Rarity.
>You're feeling absolutely fabulous right now, and it has less than usual to do with your ensemble, though you must admit that your sun hat and silk scarf combination is perfect for the weather and occasion. Across from you in the traincar sits your dear friend Fluttershy, and next to her in the window seat sits an immaculately dressed human named Anonymous, the only one you've ever met. By this point you also consider him to be a friend, even if he doesn't seem to believe it yet. No matter; by the end of the day he won't have a doubt. It's for this reason, and out of excitement for what will certainly be another magical visit to Canterlot, that you can't help but hum softly to yourself with elation as you watch the scenery roll by in the window. Anon is asleep at the moment, sitting in that curiously upright fashion that seems natural to humans, his head lolling off to one side. You were a little afraid he might snore, but thankfully that doesn't seem to be a thing humans do; instead, he breathes gently through that odd little snout of his and mumbles gently to himself from time to time. You wonder what sort of fantastical scenes from his homeland he must be dreaming about at the moment, and whether it's a good dream.
>You hope that it is, but ever since you met the young fellow you got the feeling that something is troubling him. You can't put your hoof on it, exactly, but your natural attention to social graces lets you see right through his polite and well-spoken exterior. In his eyes you see the same look of existential bewilderment that you once saw in Spike's eyes when he set out on his quest to follow the dragon migration. It's the look of someone who isn't sure who they are or where they belong, and as with Spike, it saddened you greatly. The oddest thing about it, when you gave it some thought, is that it doesn't seem to be due to his being stuck in Equestria. You don't know whether he's simply putting on a brave face, but you never once got the sense that Anonymous felt homesick, per se. Rather, he seems quite at home in Ponyville, almost like he'd been there before. And he knew just how to act with Sweetie Belle and the other fillies… His mind seems troubled by something else entirely, and you have no idea what it might be.
>You wonder if Fluttershy might know. She's naturally grown very close to Anonymous in the few days since he arrived, being the first pony he met, in Ponyville at least. You haven't spoken with her about him since Pinkie's welcome party, and are curious to find out what she knows. Now that Anonymous is asleep, it's the perfect opportunity for a private chat before the day's excitement begins. Anything you might find out that could help you make Anon feel more comfortable would be useful.
>Fluttershy sits with her legs tucked demurely up under her, facing the aisle, just like you. You silently get up from your seat out into the aisle and stretch your legs in as ladylike a fashion as possible, and then wave a hoof at Fluttershy to follow you. She glances over at Anonymous and then shakes her head, not wanting to leave him alone. You roll your eyes and wave harder a second time, and this time Fluttershy gets up and follows you, a curious look on her face.
>You lead her into the next car, which like all the others is brimming with fancily dressed ponies ready for a night on the town. You manage to find an empty booth and take a seat next to the window, using your magic to open it and let in some fresh air.
>"There now, isn't that better, darling? I didn't want to wake Anonymous, but it was getting a little stuffy in that car, wasn't it?"
>"That's not why you brought me with you, is it?" It wasn't a question.
79ab7d No.141035
>>141033
^Check 'em
>"Well, no…I was thinking we could have a little chat. You see, I'm a tad concerned about Anonymous. Something seems to be bothering him, and I was wondering if you might know what it was. I just want him to have a good time with us today."
>"So you've noticed it, too? At first I thought he was still homesick, but now I'm sure that can't be it."
>"And why is that, darling? I don't think he's homesick, either, mind you, but it seems strange that he wouldn't be, doesn't it?"
>"That's just it, Rarity. The first night he spent at my cottage, he had a nightmare and woke me up. I told him that he might be homesick and he agreed, and I think he meant it at the time, but…"
>Fluttershy pauses contemplatively for a few moments, her mind on the cusp of some realiziation.
>"Go on, Fluttershy. What is it?"
>"I don't know. Since then, he hasn't seemed too worried about being stranded here. He hasn't talked about his girlfriend Chloe, either. He must have loved her an awful lot to leave home forever for her sake, but he doesn't seem too interested in finding her. In fact, he told me that today's outing would be a chance for him to take his mind off of her."
>"Oh, well of course he wouldn't want to be reminded of his two biggest problems, darling! Surely you can see that?"
>"I know…it must be really painful for him. Yet, he doesn't act that way. He seems more concerned with trying to fit in in Ponyville. Maybe he took my words to heart, after all."
>"What did you say to him?"
>"When he woke up from that nightmare, I told him that even though he couldn't go home, he could try to make Ponyville his new home. That seemed to make him feel better for a while. But then earlier today he started acting…strangely." Fluttershy looks very uncomfortable, as if she doesn't want to continue.
>"However do you mean?" you plead, a note of concern in your voice.
>Fluttershy paws the floor nervously. "I was making breakfast, and I turned around to say something to him, and I found him, umm, staring. Not at me, I don't think. More through me." Fluttershy's blush belies her words, but what she's implicitly suggesting is too silly for you to countenance at the moment. You let her continue. "Anyway, he had obviously been lost in thought about something. It wasn't his look that was strange, it was how he reacted to me catching him thinking about whatever it was he was thinking. He said he had been thinking about his girlfriend, and I started to suggest that if he was feeling badly that we could postpone our outing today, but that seemed to upset him somehow. That's when he said that he'd like to get his mind off of his girlfriend."
>You blink. "And you don't believe him?"
>"It's not that. It's the way he said it. But oh! I'm being silly. I can't read his mind. I've never met a human before, and even if I had, I can't guess what he's thinking after only two days. This whole conversation is silly." The abashed little pegasus allows her mane to fall over her eyes.
>"Please understand, Fluttershy darling, I'm not asking for gossip. You don't have to tell me anything private. I just think that perhaps there's something wrong with Anonymous that he's not telling us. As his friends, I think it's our job to help him if we can."
>Fluttershy perks up semi-indignantly. "Of course it is! I just don't want to go making guesses about what he is or isn't thinking, when we hardly know him at all!"
>A few dignified-looking ponies turn their heads questioningly in Fluttershy's direction. She utters an "Eeep!" and falls silent.
>"You're right, dear, of course you are. Just promise me one thing, will you? Keep an eye on Anonymous. If something is bothering him, I want him to feel like he can talk to us. You understand?"
>Fluttershy nods, and the two of you enjoy a companionable silence for quite some time before going back to check on your new human friend.
79ab7d No.141037
>>141035
I think that's it for tonight. Gotta get up early tomorrow. But I'm feeling a lot more comfortable attempting to balance work and other things, now, so expect the story to pick back up soon. Thanks for having so much faith in me, faggots. Couldn't have done any of it without you.
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>>141037
Oh, and don't think I forgot that I promised you guys some lewd green a while ago. It's coming. Pepper your angus.
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>>141033
Holy shit it worked.
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>>142539
Conservative values never die.
646e3d No.147408
>Thread hasn't been replied to in 5 days
Is the story over? I still need to catch up on the entire thread. I haven't been able to read updates for a while.
83804e No.147478
>>147408
no, we're all just waiting on the writefag
he's got real life shit, I guess
79ab7d No.147497
>mfw I wrote so much so quickly just a few months ago and nowadays can't seem to find the time
>mfw I made a lot of anons happy for a while and am now mercilessly cockteasing them
>mfw I started this story as a NEET faggot, wishing I could trade my time writing pony greentexts for a normal life and a job
>mfw I should have been careful what I wish for
>mfw I think if I don't deliver soon, anons will find out where I live and force me to continue at gunpoint
Feels bad man. I tell you guys what, though. I work today and then don't have a full day till 4th of July weekend. Between tomorrow and Friday I'll write for you guys. That's a Pinkie Promise. Breaks my heart to see my fellow horsefuckers languishing in a board full of shitty threads without any good OC.
0b317f No.147500
>>147497
Don't worry writefag, I'm in the same boat and extremely agitated about it. Thanks for checking in with us once again.
Hopefully I'm completely uninterrupted today, got a lot of shit to get to
c144c9 No.147505
>>147497
having a job is an okay excuse, though
me, I just spent last night drunk so I didn't update stuff I was working on, not so good an excuse
6463af No.148190
>>147497
I am eagerly waiting once more!
79ab7d No.150043
OP failed to deliver. Too tired. Can't think. Too many hours at work. More to come. Must sleep now. Sorry for breaking Pinkie Promise. Will write next week maybe. Should stop making promises…
44b194 No.150109
>>150043
>OP is alive
Keep on chuggin' on space cowboy. We'll wait for you.
2a42ec No.150169
>>150043
don't forget, work makes you free!
79ab7d No.150487
>>150109
You guys are way too forgiving. If a writefag I followed failed to deliver, I'd at least have to let him know he's a faggot.
>>150169
>Arbeit macht frei
As a /pol/ack, I'm in quite a bind, aren't I?
To explain, what happened was that I thought I'd have this week free till the weekend, but one of the only three other people who tends the store I work at decided to quit without notice. Yes, it was a woman. So I got called in. Then July 4th hit, and we sell beer and bait in rednecksville, so you can imagine it was a tad busy.
Anyway, I'm tired of this thread becoming my personal blog, and I'm starting to think I don't have the time to write much anymore, so instead of trying to make promises I can't keep, I'm putting SCHARPG on semi-hiatus. If the thread dies, so be it - I'll just make a new one if I happen to write any more. Like I keep saying, I'll work on it if I have time; I just can't predict my schedule any more. My NEET days of spending eight hours writing a page or two of pony greentexts is over. If any other writefag wants to run with my idea, you're free to do so.
I hope this story wasn't one of the only things keeping you anons on /pone/; I'd hate to see any of you loveable bastards leave. As for me, I'll be lurking here till the ride ends. So, for eternity. Thanks for all your encouragement so far, and I'm glad you like the story.
Oh, and happy Independence Day to all my fellow burgers!
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0b317f No.151527
>>150487
>Anyway, I'm tired of this thread becoming my personal blog, and I'm starting to think I don't have the time to write much anymore, so instead of trying to make promises I can't keep, I'm putting SCHARPG on semi-hiatus. If the thread dies, so be it - I'll just make a new one if I happen to write any more. Like I keep saying, I'll work on it if I have time; I just can't predict my schedule any more. My NEET days of spending eight hours writing a page or two of pony greentexts is over. If any other writefag wants to run with my idea, you're free to do so.
We understand. I've been going through the same thing, but I've also learned recently that the pressure you put on yourself is usually worse and more unwarranted than what others might put on you. It's not a question of masochism, but of principle; you want to deliver, and you'll be damned if you let more time slip by. But now you're learning your limits as a full-time worker, and the most important thing you can do is give yourself time to rest and not try to bite off more than you can chew.
It'll still be unsatisfying, thinking about all that stuff you want to do for the board, but as long as you're enjoying being on here, you can better focus on your work and take breaks when needed. Then maybe you'll feel better about venturing a paragraph or two of greentext here and there.
Baby steps and all that.
37bbae No.154540
>>150487
SCHARPG officially on hiatus? Say it ain't so! Where else am I going to get my fix of small traditionalist horses while the show itself takes a three month break?
>Anyway, I'm tired of this thread becoming my personal blog
Holding true to the spirit of an anonymous imageboard, writefag, thank you. But I actually never minded; always nice to hear fellow /pol/acks break escape from NEETdom
>If any other writefag wants to run with my idea, you're free to do so.
Nah, brah, this story is yours and yours alone. We all know what happens in the entertainment when creative control of stories is transferred. Never works out.
Basically, what >>151527 said. Take your time, and we will await your return.
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6463af No.158022
37bbae No.161233
So how long is a "mini-hiatus", anyway? My guess is three months, as it is for the show. If OP lives far enough north then maybe he'll go from selling beer and bait to just beer.
Then again, rednecks don't stop fishing just because it gets cold.
Then again again, maybe "selling bait" is a metaphor for this thread