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25394b  No.322000

The key to preserving an internet community is the production of content. Since most of you niggers aren't skilled enough to draw, that leaves writing. Have an idea for a pony story that you've been putting off? Don't put it off any longer, post it in this thread! Don't have an idea for a pony story? See pic related, roll, and then write!

It doesn't have to be Anon in Equestria, it doesn't have to be greentext, and if you take a roll you don't have to strictly stick to it. You only have to write. So write.

25394b  No.322001

Dice rollRolled 9, 1, 9, 2 = 21 (4d10)

And to avoid being a hypocritical faggot I'll take a roll and write too.

25394b  No.322002

Dice rollRolled 4, 9, 3, 4 = 20 (4d10)


Damnit I just finished writing a rebellion against the one story. Reroll.

25394b  No.322003



>A princess

>Hero's Quest

>Pony vs Self

All right


>you suppose you've never really been the main character of the story you've been living in

>to be sure, you've been in situations like this more times than you can count

>but those stories have always been about…


>a beam of dim starlight shines bright white through a gap in the forest canopy

>it lights up the woods just enough for you to pick out the purple in her coat

>Twilight Sparkle

>she's effortlessly beautiful


>favored by the princesses

>actually, she's a princess herself now

>or, technically, she was

>you see, that's just the reason you're watching over your sleeping friends in this forest tonight

>nothing unusual in the course of your life

>some artifacts you've never heard of were stolen by some megolomaniac

>the megolomaniac escaped into the Everfree Forest

>and now the six of you are sleeping in the dirt

>except for you

>it's your turn to stand watch

>not that you're eager to sleep in the dirt

>annoyingly enough these artifacts you've never heard of couldn't even have to decency to be jewels this time


>they're some sort of apples

>but apparently, if they aren't sitting in a jar somewhere in Canterlot Castle

>then alicorns can't exist in Equestria

>frankly, you find the whole premise highly unlikely

>weren't Princesses Celestia and Luna supposed to have been alicorns when they first arrived in Equestria?

>you're sure if you asked Twilight Sparkle she'd have an explanation for you

>you're not really interested

>so it was a pair of perfectly ordinary unicorns, one white and one blue

>who commissioned another perfectly ordinary unicorn

>this one purple

>with the task of retrieving these apples

>and this perfectly ordinary purple unicorn asked her five best friends in the whole wide world to help her

>ah, but there are a few major complications that come from this

>in the first place, since ordinary unicorns Celestia and Luna have only ordinary unicorn power, they cannot raise the Sun or the Moon

>you seem to recall learning that before the two of them, ordinary unicorns would combine their powers and raise the Sun and Moon together

>but what do you know?

>so right now, neither the Sun nor the Moon are in the sky

>and your journey thus far has been lighted only by horns and stars

>in the second place, without the magical effects of the magic apples, the former alicorns are aging rapidly in a bizzare reversal of their immortality

>that's not such a problem for Twilight Sparkle

>she was barely an alicorn for four years, so the most she can age is another four years

>though you can't help noticing a pair of thin lines beneath her eyes

>but Celestia and Luna

>they're somewhat over one thousand years old each

>Twilight gives the two of them about a year to live

>and that's why you're sitting in the woods in a darkness that might be midnight

>but it could be noontime

>and there's mud on your hooves

>it's not the first time something like this has happened to you

>and it won't be the last

>and this isn't your story


>where did she go?

>you see only four ponies asleep on the forest floor

>none of them are purple

>you stand on all fours

>and wheel around

>looking in all directions

>but a hoof gently lands on your shoulder



>there she is

<"It's my turn to stand guard. Get some sleep."

>you sigh

"Thank you."

698232  No.322004

Dice rollRolled 1, 7, 7, 1 = 16 (4d10)


698232  No.322005

“Jesus fuck Spike get out of my face you little rat shit,” you say, screaming in a bartone, “You’re so fucking ugly holy shit.”

>The putrid purple dogshit shitstain in front of you sniffles a couple times, looking down at the floor.

>”T-Twilight… What did I do?”

>You spit on the ground in front of him and scoff.

“Exist, you rodent-faced weasel.”

>His eyes well up with tears, and despite trying his hardest, he begins crying.

>”I’m sorry.” He says, wiping his face.

“Sorry isn’t good enough,” you immediately retort, “You must be disposed of.”

>He attempts to scramble away, but you easily pick him up with your magic.

>As you begin walking towards the front door, he begs for mercy.

>”Please T-Twilight! Don’t do th-”

>His pleads are cut off by a magic gag being shoved into his mouth.

“Be quiet, retard.”

>Ten minutes later, you’re almost to the edge of town.

>The blight on reality that you’ve carried with you has given up and is hung limp in your grasp.

>Soon he will be removed from this plain of existence, and all will be better.

>Suddenly, a aquamarine-colored mare comes up to you.

>”Heya Twilight!” she cheerily opens with, “Whatcha up to?”

“Lyra,” you hiss through clenched teeth, “Now is not the time.”

>She furrows her brow and looks a bit struck, breaking eye contact. “U-uh, sorry.”

“You better be, you goddamn fucking lyre-playing son of a bitch.”

>Tears begin to well up in her eyes too, and she fast-walks away from you.


>You’re surrounded by weaklings, and they all must burn.

>Starting with this so-called “dragon” here.

>Another few minutes later, and you’re in a sufficiently isolated spot.

>You put Spike onto the ground and magic up some chains around his legs.

>He seems dejected, staring downwards.

>At least he has accepted his place in the world; as a nothingness.

>Whipping out your shotgun, you aim at the back of his skull and prepare to give him a 12-gauge lobotomy.

>”No, don’t do it!” shouts out a voice to your left.

>A ball of aquamarine tackles you and slams you to the ground.

>Your skull promptly smashes open and your brains spill out onto the grass.

“Oh wow,” your ghost says, “I have realized my sins and I wish to repent.”

>Meanwhile, Lyra is hyperventilating and Spike is still not moving.

>”Hell yeah,” says Celestia, “You are herethee reborn.”

>Your soul gets sucked back into your corpse, and you stand up.

>Lyra stares at you for a couple seconds before pissing herself and fainting.

“Sorry Spike, I don’t know what came over me,” you giggle, “I think I need to write a friendship report about this.”

the end

25394b  No.322006

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45f575  No.322010


Got an archive of your work

50d7dd  No.322011

Incoming autism. Let's kick some shit back into the board's anus so we can pretend it's not dead.

I wrote up these autistic sketches for an SS13 crossover around 2 or 3 years ago; made multiple failed attempts at writing a full story; planned on dumping these over Christmas but for some reason I just completely fucking forgot about them.

The Personnel Line

>So maybe you weren't going to be enslaved, executed, or eaten by a mass of multicolored ponies.

>Apparently they had no interest in doing such a thing in the first place.

>That was alright.

>Unfortunately, none of them knew which way "Equestria" was from SS13, nor could they point it out on a map of the galaxy.

>So the station was stuck with a few thousand extra mouths to feed, lest you face the wrath of a pink unicorn scorned.

>But you'd be damned if they were eating for free.

>Time to open up the Personnel line.

Obligatory Hands Joke

>You look down at the mint-green unicorn, stylus in hand.

>She props herself upright against the steel desk with two hooves, mouth agape, looking at you with two forebodingly wide pupils.


>Her mouth curls into a wide smile. You can hear the desk vibrating under her body.

>Going in dry might not have been the best idea, but then again, no amount of ephedrine would have prepared you for today.

>"Oh… Oh my gosh. I'm talking to a human."

>On the other hand, she's definitely high on something. That smile doesn't look comfortable.

>"Oh my GOSH! Everypony kept telling me about how humans weren't real. T-They kept calling me insane, but today I get to talk to one!"


>The pony gasps, blushing.

>"You want to know my name? M-My name is Lyra Heartstrings… Ooh, are those your hands? Can I take a look at them? C-Can I touch them? Please let me touch them."

>Staring at your hands now, she eagerly hops onto your desk, hooves clanging loudly against the steel.

"Security, please."

<"That's enough, unicorn."

>"No, WAI-"

>In one swift motion, Guile, the overzealous Warden in red uniform and beret, clicks his stun baton on and brings its crackling head right down on Lyra's neck, wiping that creepy smile from her face.

>She collapses on your desk, drooling. The ponies behind her frown, watching with pity as Guile drags her spasming body away to wherever.

>Speaking of which, you still had to do something about the fact that the brig and the armory had been sliced in half by one Starlight Glimmer…

>Only the rest of "Ponyville" to process, Neil. Only the rest of "Ponyville" left.

>You reset the data form on your PDA and retrieve your megaphone. It's been awhile since you've used this thing, and you're starting to enjoy yelling at people again.

"Alright, let's not have any more of that, please–"

>You hear a distant thumping noise down the hallway.

>Fucking great.

"What the hell is going on back there?"

>As you grab your self-recharging energy gun and rush out the office airlock, you silently pray that somebody hasn't built an exosuit in the past few days' chaos in a plan to usurp you as Head of Personnel. Or go on a mass murder spree.

"Hey, Guile, where did they get that equipment?"

<"No idea, boss."

50d7dd  No.322012


>At least it wasn't a Phazon mech.

>To your complete disbelief, at the far end of the hallway–right in front of the Medbay–there is a rapidly growing dance party, complete with spotlights, beefy vertical speakers, and two pony DJs operating a turntable.

>One, a light blue pony wearing comically oversized sunglasses, yells though a microphone:


>This is unacceptable. You cannot allow somebody to compete with your megaphone-amplified voice.

>Where did you leave that megaphone? There it is. You clear your throat.

"If you don't quit it, you'll be coming from the back of the line pretty damn soon."



>"MC Wish" high-fives–well, high-ones the pony next to him, a white unicorn with a spiky blue hairdo.


>You had half a mind to taze her from the other end of the hallway just to see how much spikier her hair could get. You raise the megaphone again.

"I got IDs to print. You like keeping people from getting jobs, you fucking commies? Stop dancing, turn that tasteless thumping off, and get back in the line, all of you. ALL OF YOU."

>A few ponies (most of whom seemed reluctant to dance in the first place) pull away.


>Mr. MC pays you no mind and laughs, pulling out a bag of white powder from… where the hell are they getting all of this? Hopefully not the Medbay.


>Medbay drugs are but a temporary respite from the trials of space station life.

>Regardless, ponies are finding that dance party a lot more interesting.


>You set your energy gun to "KILL" and fire a few red warning shots over the ponies' heads, singing the ceiling tiles and spilling a few crumbs of metal onto the turntable.



>Figures they've never seen an egun before.

"Fuck. Fine. All of you have my permission to cut."

>Some ponies with a little less taste for the four-on-the-floor migrate past the party, covering their ears and grimacing.


"Guile, take them to the back of the fucking l"



>An ungodly electronic noise threatens to rupture your eardrums. The closest thing you can compare it to is the sound a cyborg makes when you toss it into a garbage grinder.

>The bass thumping alone is enough to rattle your fucking internal organs.

>Every single time the snare goes off you feel yourself going a little bit more deaf.

>This is the last straw.


>The ponies in front of you are wincing under your megaphone-assisted verbal assault.


>You turn to Guile, who is holding a strange contraption.



>Upon further inspection, you realize that it's just a pile of flashbangs held together with electrical tape.

>You nod.


50d7dd  No.322013


"You may want to cover your eyes and ears for this part."

>Some of the ponies cover their eyes, their ears flopping closed.

>As soon as Neil sees you in your welding helmet and ANSI-certified ear protection, he nods and yanks the pins off the clusterbang, lobbing the construct down the hallway. It lands right at Vinyl's hooves.

>Say what you want about Guile's devices; he's a damn good shot.

>'DJ PON3' stares down at the flashbangs. She's obviously never seen one before.

>Poor DJ.


>For a moment, the hallway turns into an arc furnace.

>Even the MC's "music" cannot match the glorious cacophony of twenty flashbangs going off in rapid succession.

>All you see through the welding mask is dull flashes of light.

>Time to declare victory…



>That thumping is still going.


>Well, shit.

>You pull off your welding helmet. The dance party, for the most part, has subsided.

>Most ponies are now lying on the ground, covering their eyes and ears.

>You're pretty sure anything that wasn't wearing ear protection at this point is now deaf.

>One problem at a time.


>Guile salutes, unhooking his egun.

>He fires two taser shots over the cowering mass of ponies.

>They fly straight and true.

>Their intended targets crumple to the ground like a lawsuit against Nanotrasen.

>To your relief, Guile walks over to the turntable and, after some fiddling, turns off the music.


>To this date, no humans have been able to form a single-file line in front of your office.

>He walks away with two cuffed ponies in tow.

>Where the hell is he taking them anyways?


50d7dd  No.322014


Diversity is Our Strength

>Luckily, 30th-century medicine was prepared for this kind of situation.

>Mass deafness, that is.

>After a shower of Inacusiate-infused water, most everyone had his or her hearing restored to normal.

>Morale was at an understandable low; however, the ponies who were in line immediately after "Lyra" were much more cooperative.

>You were starting to notice a trend, though.

>Carrot farmer.


>Baker, 2x.

>No, you're not allowed to be a clown.

>Baker it is. 3x.

>Spa worker 2x.

>Gardener 3x.

>Apple farmer 4x.

>Too much fucking soft services and agriculture.


>"Sweetie Drops. Or you can call me Bon Bon."

>The cream-colored pony stares up at you.


>"Confectioner, sir."

>You stare back at Sweetie Drops for a minute, put down your stylus, and pick up your megaphone.

>She wisely covers her ears.

"Excuse me if I'm getting the wrong impression here, but by a show of hooves, how many of you have a background in science, engineering, construction, medicine, or law enforcement?"

>A smattering of hooves went up. Suspicions confirmed.

"How about just the construction folks?"

>Most of the same hooves stayed up.

>This was a far less diverse skill pool than you typically expected from new arrivals.

>Yes, it would've been silly to just assume God would be kind enough to dump a research team aboard your station, but you'd like to have something to send to Centcom for once other than the occasional reminder that you're not ALL dead, but the entire science team has been dead for several centuries. Not that they cared.

"Okay, any HVAC?"


"Oh, fucking great. We got the backwater country population."


"And we still don't have anyone who knows how to work Atmos properly besides Lia."

>At least the Head of Security could be trusted not to accidentally pump her department full of plasma instead of oxygen… after someone fixes the hull breaches.

>Goddamn pink unicorn.

"Not to put you guys down or anything. You're the most cooperative line we've had in months. As a matter of fact, you're the only line we've had in months."

>You sigh, submitting the form on your PDA.

>The ID printer behind you whirs and spits out a card with Sweetie Drops's name on it.

"Just take your ID and go."

>"Thank you."

>It occurs to you that there's no way you're going to remember all these job assignments.

50d7dd  No.322015


Art of the Jumpsuit

>These ponies don't seem the type to impersonate someone else for access into somewhere they shouldn't be.

>They'd probably just ask a friend to let them in.

>You're basically handing out all access.


"Guile, how the fuck are we supposed to keep track of all of these jobs?"

<"…Isn't that what the IDs are for?"

"Are you going to check for ID every single time you see a pony?"

<"Then have them wear the department jumpsui- oh. Haven't thought about that, boss."

"Yeah, I don't think they'd fit too well into any of our uniforms. Not that we have enough. Even if Centcom had pony-sized uniforms we'd have to make a requisition."


>Requisitions are Cargo's domain.

>Technically, since you're the de facto captain, you have the authority to call them yourself.

>But one way or another those deliveries were going to go through that autist holed up in Cargo.

>That did not sound fun.

"Yeah, I don't like it either. But it's either that or everything going to shit because we can't even tell who's supposed to work where."


>You could just give them all concussions with the department stamps to make sure nobody's anywhere where he/she shouldn't be.

>Maybe you could spray paint them. They're colorful already; no extra harm, right?

>For a moment you entertain the thought of building an AI and some security borgs.

>As if you forgot the nth time the AI went rogue and placed an order for ten thousand pizzas before demanding human sacrifices to appease Nar'Sie. And receiving them.

<"Maybe we could just tape the uniforms to them."

"That doesn't seem very sustainable."

And that's all, fags! Stay tuned for the next episode of Equus in Space which is coming never!

25394b  No.322019


"Rise and shine, ladies! It's mornin' time now!"

>Applejack quints her eyes in the dim starlight

"Er, uh, probably. Maybe. Jus' gettup, y'all."

>you've learned the art of packing lightly

>just an ordinary pair of saddlebags seated on your rump

>they're bulging and heavy

>but if this had happened a year or two ago, you'd be pulling a wagon loaded high with frivoloties

>this is about as minimalist as you're going to get

>even now, you can see the sillhouette of one of your friends stooping to take a mouthful of grass

>don't they know creatures step on that?

>sometimes they even… do other things on that

>it's much too icky to think about at this time of day

>or… night?

>fortunately, you don't have to worry about it

>with the blue glow of your magic, you whisk a scone out of your saddlebag

>you make quick, yet polite, work of it

>pretty soon the six of you are trudging through the near total-darkness once again

>except for hornlight, of course

>the magenta of Twilight's horn compliments the blue of your own in a way that fascninates you here in the dark forest

>maybe you can copy this effect in some of your works when you return

>it's a sort of introspective feeling

>too introspective

>you'd go so far as to call this silence somewhat grim

"Oh, Twilight."

<"Hm? Yes?"

"Doesn't this feel… poetic?"

<"What do you mean?"

"You're a unicorn, the Princess is in danger, Equestria is threatened with eternal darkness, and here the six of us are adventuring through the Everfree Forest once more. Doesn't it all sort of… rhyme?"


>a bounding figure appears at Twilight's side

>awash in the pink glow of magic, you'd almost imagine that she was actually white

"Yeah! It's like destiny!"

>Twilight sighs

<"Pinkie, be quiet. This is serious. We don't know what could be out there listening for us."


>just because it's true doesn't mean you can just out and say it like that

>they say that an artist's creations are only an outlet for the art she cannot live herself

>someone who actually lives art won't have much of an appreciation for it

>the thought makes you want to groan

>Twilight extinguishes her horn

>then looks at you and silently bids you to do the same

>the forest is dark once more

"Whoah! Who turned out the-"

<"Quiet. Something is coming."

>sure enough, up in the canopy

>an orange light grows closer

>the forest grows imperceptably warmer

>as the sound of firey wings grows nearer

>somehow, you're not really worried about it

>it's much too early in the story for anything truly horrific

>indeed, when the creature comes into view, you feel

>at peace

>and you know that you're right when you hear Fluttershy squeal


<"It is Philomena!"

>"And Spike!"

>yes, there he is

>dangling from the claws of the majestic phoenix

<"What? Spike!"

>"You didn't think you could just leave me behind, did you?"

<"I-, errr, this is dangerous!"

>"Relax, I've been on tons of adventures with you guys. Besides, the Princess wanted me to bring you this."

<"A… nut?"

>"Yeah, I don't really get it either. But the Princess said you'd find it useful…"

>their conversation turns to background noise when something fuzzy lands on your neck

>oh, ew! is it a bug?!

>it's a…

>a feather?

>yes, what you've grabbed off of your neck is a feather

>it's glowing a soft orange

>like a sunset

>or like coals in the dark

>Philomena is perched on a branch above you

>staring at you

>if you didn't know any better, you'd say she winked at you

>but you don't have time to tell for sure before she takes wing and disappears

>"Hey, wait! Philomena! You're my ride!"

"Oh? I thought you wanted ta come along."

>"I-I do, it's just…"


>you study the feather in your hoof

>it's very lovely

>you stick it in your bag

>maybe you'll be able to weave it into a piece after you get back

388517  No.322020

File: 403c20a6fc586cb⋯.jpg (138.77 KB, 530x626, 265:313, Mongol DDDDD.jpg)

File: 3d19635b35d7dc5⋯.jpg (140.28 KB, 846x750, 141:125, mongolia-header.jpg)

File: b3076349758b38b⋯.jpg (44.55 KB, 1200x680, 30:17, Supreme Leader Kim Jong-un….jpg)

File: 2cd9a832fbe5f8c⋯.png (13.28 KB, 777x76, 777:76, greetings_from_mongolia.PNG)


>inb4 Mongolians in Equestria

b78b8f  No.322022

91489a  No.322024


That's neat stuff Anon.

f1675f  No.322028


I want to fuck a mongol horse now, thanks anon.

388517  No.322032

File: fe09704e05e7731⋯.jpg (308.12 KB, 583x466, 583:466, Steppe_horse.jpg)

f1675f  No.322045


If you go check out Wikipedia they're like short stack horsies. I was thinking of warband too originally, but they're a bit shorter I think. I hope someone makes elaborate horse sex mods for Bannerlord.

25394b  No.322102


"Ah! What was that?"

"It's nothin'. Pipe down already."

>Rainbow Dash coughs

<"Isn't it kind of weird that we've been wandering abound the Everfree Forest for so long and still haven't met anything that wants to eat us?"

"But why would we want to meet anything that wants to eat us?"

<"Rainbow's not saying she wants to meet any monsters. She's just saying it's strange that we haven't. And she's right. It's almost as if-"

>"-As if I was right behind you this whole time?"

<"Ha! Knew it!"

>from behind, a section of the woods lights up as bright as day

>and in the light stands a shadow

>a unicorn mare, a bit too tall to be perfectly ordinary

>her coat is glossy black like ebony

>her mane is a flowing mass of gold, emitting light like the Sun

>hm, yellow on black…

>it's eye-popping to be sure…

>but it's so unorthodox as to be jarring

>there's no way those are her natural colors

>there's no mistaking it

>this menacing figure is the maniac of the week

>now what was her name again…?




<"Give us back the apples!"

>Idun laughs

>"Why? So you can have them? No, I think I can put them to much better use."

>Twilight's horn lights up with arcane power

<"Then we'll have to take them."

>Idun laughs again

>why do they all laugh?

>always the same laugh, too

>"I own more magical artifacts than you own tiaras, princess. Did you really think I'd come unprepared? Be a good girl now and settle down. I'd hate to do anything drastic before you've led me to the Elements of Harmony."

<"You want the Elements?"


>a blue blur races toward Idun at face-smashing speed

>but it never connects

>where did that sceptre come from?

>what was that noise?

>it's pitch black now

>and windy

>are you… falling?

>something hurts

>and then…


199158  No.322107

File: 73e28dc996099af⋯.jpg (266.96 KB, 1024x638, 512:319, MassiveWreck.jpg)

Fixed that for you.

>You're welcome!

a3052e  No.322154

Dice rollRolled 8, 5, 5, 7 = 25 (4d10)

Please don't be anything weird

25394b  No.322165


>the first thing you see is green on the ground

>is the Sun back up?

>did you sleep through the whole adventure already?

>ah, no, if only

>the green is, in fact, not grass, but dragonfire

>a burning branch held aloft in Spike's claw is casting an eerie glow through what seems to be some sort of cave

>"Rarity! Guys, she's waking up!"

"Oh, Rarity, thank goodness!"

"Have a good nap, silly-head?"


>Spike, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie are crowding around you

>but where are the others?

"Mm, indeed not. I'd say it was a very dreadful nap indeed. Where is everyone else?"

>the cavern wall speaks

<"We're over here, on the other side. Now that you're awake, we can work on moving forward and regrouping."

"Oh, dear. However did we get separated?"

<"Another one of Idun's toys. I knew she had an extensive collection of artifacts, but I never guessed that she had the Staff of Sysyphus."

"The staff of who now, darling?"

<"The Staff of Sysyphus. It transports the victims to a monstrous underground realm."

"Oh, that's wonderful. How do we get out?"

<"As long as the victims are in the underground realm, the caster has to be there too. Idun is down here somewhere with us. If we can find her and get the Staff, we can go home."

"And I suppose you already have a plan?"

<"Well, it's not much of a plan, but we only really have one option. On either side of this wall, there's only one way to go: forward."

"So we just move along and hope for the best then?"

<"More or less. There's probably a junction somewhere further down where our tunnels come together. It might even lead us straight to Idun."

"And if, instead, we come across winding and treacherous paths that separate us?"

>Twilight pauses

<"We'll figure that out if we come to it. But there's really no choice but to keep moving until we find each other and then Idun."

"Well, in that case, I'm about as ready to be done with this week's adventure as you are. Let us proceed."

<"Agreed, let's go. Rarity, you're in charge over there."

"What? Me?"

<"Who else?"




>Rainbow Dash

>they're all on the other side of that wall

>oh, dear

>for all the adventures these friends of yours have gotten you caught up in

>this is one thing that's never happened before

358405  No.322166


>anon goes on a camping trip with pinkie and can't do anything right

looking forward to it if you write it tbh

25394b  No.322173


>beyond the combined light of your horn and Spike's makeshift torch, the darkness is impenetrable


>the solid wall of black obscures the origins of a thousand subtle noises


>indeed, Twilight had called this place a "monstrous realm", and what monsters could be lurking just out of sight is a question you dare not imagine the answer to


>a sound of moving air could be merely a draft, or it could be the breath of some massive abomination


>a sound of dripping water could simply be a leaky aquifer, or it could be the drool of a horrific creature


"Pinkie Pie!"


"Stop that!"

"But it's soooo quiet down here!"

"T-too quiet…"

<"Quiet over there! I think I hear something!"

>you hold your breath

<"Aw, come on, it was noth-"

>the cavern


<"There it is!"

"Hwat in tarnation!"

"Twilight! What's happening over there? How can we-"

>you're cut short by a very, very un-subtle noise

>some sort of roaring shriek, presumably from whatever the girls on the other side of that wall are seeing

<"Rarity! Keep moving forward! Try to stay near this wall, but staying out of harm's way is your number one priority. If you see any monsters, r-uagh!"

>"Twilight! Twilight!"

>a large chunk of boulder is loosed from the cavern wall and lands mere inches away from you

>you don't need to be told twice

>unceremoniously, you toss the panicking Spike onto your back

>then you shove the frozen Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy

>and the three of you run

>as fast as you can

25394b  No.322276



>is quiet

>gone are the drips

>the winds

>the subtle clackings in the distance

>even the suggestion of a constant roar in the background has given way to an oppressive wall of silence

>even your own hoofsteps have been muffled to the faintest sound of shuffling as the cave floor has graduated from rocky to earthen

>the path, at least, has been fairly straight

>your plan right now is to come to a point where your side of the cave merges with Twilight's

>and to wait

>and hope

"You really think…"

>Fluttershy hesitates

>as though she's unsure if she really wants to break the silence

"… they're okay?"

>you take a few silent steps before answering

"Of course, darling. Twilight, Applejack, Rainbow Dash… they're all… very, very strong."

>the worst thing about the silence?

>Pinkie Pie is the number one source of it

>you regret telling her to stop making annoying sounds earlier

>you wish she'd tell her silly little jokes

>or do that bouncing-walk thing she always does

>or something

>claws wrap around your neck

>"Hold up, Rarity. It looks like the path splits off here."

>you stop looking forward for a second and see what's in front of you for once

>the path to your right would keep you nearest to the dividing wall that's separated you from the others


>it's strange

>it feels as though…

>it feels as though the silence is pouring out of that tunnel

>it makes you feel uneasy

>but a feeling is only a feeling

>rationally, that's probably the wiser path to take

"I suppose we'll have to-"




>something like a lizard comes scampering out of the right-hoof tunnel

>there's nothing monstrous about it

>it's certainly small enough to be non-threatening

>but where are its eyes?

>Fluttershy crouches down in its path

>and lets it smack into her face

"What's wrong, little guy?"

>the creature lets out a panicked chattering sound

"Oh… my…"

>the creature chatters some more

>and then scampers past Fluttershy

>and vanishes from sight

"Something down the right-hoof tunnel has been terrorizing the animals. Something has been…"

>Fluttershy looks at her hooves

"Something has been what, darling?"

"… hurting them."

>the silence pouring out of the right-hoof tunnel intensifies

>it feels like something is getting closer

>it feels like something is only just out of sight

>and you're starting to trust in feelings

"We need to move. Down the left-hoof tunnel. Now, there isn't a moment to waste."

917052  No.322277

File: 53f3b5c4a3bbece⋯.png (400.78 KB, 1246x877, 1246:877, 1251442__safe_screencap_fl….png)

Dice rollRolled 10, 2, 9, 6 = 27 (4d10)



7bcff7  No.322455



>you press onward



>Spike is sitting on your back

>whispering into your ear:



>"Something is following us."

>you know

"I don't hear anything behind us."

>"I don't hear anything either. But I see it."

'What do you see?"

>"It's kinda hard to explain. You should look at it for yourself."

"I can't very well stop and turn around if there's something frightening following us, now can I?"

>"I didn't say it was frightening."

"Is it not, then?"

>"No, it is."

"It's smiling at us, isn't it?"

>"Yeah. How could you tell?"

"I can feel it."


"Yes, Fluttershy?"

"Um… that wasn't… me…"

>you know

"Oh, wasn't it?"



"Pinkie Pie, darling, is that you?"

>your eyes are trained straight forward

>but you can feel PInkie Pie shake her head no





>you're not listening








>you wheel around as though having a fit

>and you shout

"What? What do you want?"

>and it smiles

>and it waves

>and it says


>and you see it for what it is

>it's the criminal who commits unthinkable crimes

>but it's also the nasty little school filly who annoys her teacher

>what you see is Cruelty

>you look at Fluttershy

>she sees it too

>and she knows what to do

>Fluttershy takes one step toward Cruelty

>Cruelty's smile falters

>how little did Cruelty expect to find its natural predator in a place like this

>Kindness embraces Cruelty in the sweetest hug you've ever had the privilege of witnessing

>and Cruelty whithers away pathetically

>Fluttershy giggles

>as though she's just witnessed a foal make a silly mistake.

"Let's keep moving on."

I'll confirm this is my on my normal IP tomorrow if anyone has any doubts.

25394b  No.322477


yes this was me

>Fluttershy is glowing

>not literally, of course

>ever since Spike's torch went out, the only thing that's been glowing down here has been your horn

>but Fluttershy is standing a little taller

>walking forward with a quiet confidence

>Pinkie Pie, however…

>for lack of a better way of putting it

>she's still in a bit of a funk

>eyes downcast

>mouth closed shut

>all in all, she's being very un-Pinkie-like

>it's not so hard to understand

>Pinkie Pie develops very strong affections for almost everyone she knows even incidentally

>and she knows Twilight, Rainbow Dash, and Applejack much more than incidentally

>more than likely, the fact that the last she's heard from them was the three of you…


>abandoning them to some sort of giant moster

>that's probably what's got her feeling so gloomy

>truth be told, you're more than a little uneasy about the fate of your friends yourself

>your sense of reason is trying to tell you the three of them can more than handle most monsters

>but you've got a bad feeling

>and bad feelings can't be reasoned with

"Why hello there, little one."


>oh, you've been lost in thought again

>Fluttershy is crouching down to smile at…

>a little blue filly?

"Um, Fluttershy, I'm not sure that's quite a good idea…"

>the child begins to sniffle

"Oh, don't say that, Rarity. You're hurting her feelings."


>the filly opens her mouth

>and begins to wail in earnest

"Oh, there, there. Are you lost? We'll-"

>a stone strikes Fluttershy in the head

>a laurel of stars and birds whirls around your poor dazed friend

>and she stumbles her way back to you

"I may need a moment to rest."

25394b  No.322487


>the situation as far as you can tell:

>the little blue earth pony crying on the cave floor before you probably isn't, strictly, speaking an earth pony

>you say this because her crying seems to be causing rocks to fly about in the air

>your immediate reaction would be to turn around and try to go down the other side of that fork in the path you came to earlier


>Fluttershy is dazed and confused from being hit with a rock

>she's currently leaning against the cave wall, her head swaying and her knees shaking

>she's not exactly in any shape to be making a speedy escape

>Spike is sitting on your back and screaming into your ear

>and if Pinkie Pie has any ideas, she certainly isn't voicing them

>that little filly needs to be cheered up

>you duck your head and barely dodge a stone that would have probably ruined your facial

>she needs to be cheered up immediately

>you use your magic to rummage about your saddlebags

>you should still have a few…


>this muffin should do the trick

"Ah, excuse me. Little filly? Are you hungry? I've got a nice banana nut muffin here for you, if you'll be a dear and stop crying for a moment."

>and for a moment

>she stops crying

>she looks at the muffin for a moment

>and then

>an ear-piercing wail

>and the rocks come flying again

>and for an instant everything is white

>and then everything is blurry

>and your head hurts

>you groan

"Ah, I'm sorry… You must be watching your weight…"

>you stumble over near Fluttershy

>did Spike fall off of your back?

>spinnking around, you catch a glimpse of Pinkie Pie

>it looks like she's smiling again

>that's… good…

>the next few minutes are odd

>you're definitely conscious

>but you can't really focus on anything beyond keeping your hoof on the spot where the rock hit you

>but you think you can hear…


>eventually, the pain dulls to tolerable levels

>you find yourself facing into the tear-stricken face of Fluttershy

>she's still cradling what looks like a nasty bruise on her forehead

>you force your hoof to the cave floor

>and you turn your body to see what's going on

>the rocks are all strewn about, but all calm

>Pinkie is sitting in the middle of them

>and the sad little filly

>not so sad anymore

>is sitting between Pinkie's forelegs


"And I said, 'That's no racehorse, that's my mother!'"

>the filly's laughter turns to squeals of delight

>and then

>she's gone

>she leaves behind a fleeting echo of merriment

>and that passes too

>Pinkie Pie smiles and waves at you

"Hi, Rarity! Sorry I've been such a debbie-downer today. That joke you told earlier really cheered me up!"


"You know, the one about watching your weight."

>you scoff in disbelief

>then you grin

>and then

>you laugh

25394b  No.322526


>maybe it was minutes ago

>maybe it was hours ago

>maybe it was yesterday

>but at some point you started hitting forks in the path rather frequently

>at the first fork there was something of a lengthy discussion as to which path to take

>which one was most likely to lead to Twilight's group

>which one had more air flowing from it

>which one sounded like it might have monsters in it

>which one looked the prettiest

>the second fork had a rather similar discussion

>the third might have as well

>but at some point the discussions stopped

>and at some point after that you lost track of how many paths you had to choose

>maybe it's been dozens

>maybe it's been over a hundred

>somehow you're not worried about it

>it's not that you've despaired of all hope

>no, you feel quite hopeful that you'll be home quite soon

>nor is it that you've lost your sense of reason

>it's as though you're operating on a sense of reason operating on a different level from your conscious thought processes

>the feeling of an arch in your back reminds of you of your cat, Opalescence, as she creeps toward an unfortunate pony's tail to claw at it

>there's just something about this place

>it makes you know exactly what to do, somehow, without telling you what exactly you need to do

>this is a realm of beasts

>and within it, you possess a beast's instinctual reason

>you're on the prowl

>you know that you've passed your last fork

>and that just around this next bend is…


>a tall, garishly colored unicorn sits upon a shining throne, and pulls her chin away from her hoof

>she's seated in a vast chamber surrounded by what seems like hundreds of impressive magical artifacts

>and she's laughing

>"So it was you three who found me first. I'm so glad. I'll use you as hostages against the stronger three, and hopefully I can get my hooves on the Elements without anyone getting hurt."

>"Uh, there are four of us."

>Idun chuckles

>"Even better. The four of you then, be dears and get in that cage over there."


>Pinkie Pie leaps to her hind hooves and jumps about in exaggerated mock-fisticuffs

"You think we're just gonna get in some cage and give up? What's with you? Most bad guys would at least do it themselves, you lazy-flank!"

>"You'd be foolish not to. None of you have the strength that the others possess, and you couldn't hope to defeat me. I'd much prefer to do this the easy way, so that noone has to get hurt."

"I don't want anyone to get hurt…"

"Neither do I, but we aren't getting in any cage. Idun, I'll make a bargain with you."


>what are you saying?

>you're rummaging about in your saddlebag, looking for…

>a feather?



>a shining, scarlet feather floats in the air, surrounded by your sparkling, blue magic

"This is the Feather of Philomena. With it, you may live forever just as surely as you could with Celestia's golden apples. I'd like to trade."

>Idun is blinking

>"The Feather… what? If it can make you live forever then why do you need the apples?… Is this a trick?"

>you're staring into her eyes

>and she's sweating

>"I can just take it from you without any trade. How will you stop me?"

"I'll trample this feather under my hoof, Idun, unless you give me the apples and send me and my friends home."

>"You wouldn't! You can't just trample… I won't let you!"

>the phoenix's feather is wrenched from your grasp

>Idun is smelling it

>rubbing it against her face

>salivating over it

"Idun. Will you let me have the apples now?"

>Greed glares at you with hatred, and its horn shines with ominous power

>"Of course not!"

"Very well then."

>with one hoof you grab Spike by the tail, and with the other by his neck

>"Whoah, Rarity, what are you- gak!"

>you yank on poor Spike's tail

>and a stream of dragonfire hits the Feather of Philomena

>and for a moment

>everything is green…

25394b  No.322528


>six mares stand in a nighted forest

>with them is one baby dragon

>one jar of golden apples

>one magic staff

>and one newborn foal, with a pink coat and a silver mane

>you smirk

>you knew her hair was dyed

>Twilight's mane is mussed up and singed

>Rainbow Dash is splattered with some sort of green substance across her chest

>Applejack is breathing heavily and matted with sweat

<"Huh? What? Who? Where? Rarity? Pinkie Pie? Fluttershy? Spike! What happened?"

"Oh, nothing much, darling, I just defeated Idun for you."

>"With some help…"

<"What? You? But-"

"Why, I get to be the hero sometimes, don't I?"

>Twilight blinks

<"What happened?"

>you and your erstwhile companions explain the trials you all had to face

>Fluttershy's encounter with Cruelty

>Pinkie Pie's conquest of Tears

>and how Idun, when you got right down to it, was Greed

>and how you deafeated her

>with Spike's help, of course

>apparently, the adventure's of Twilight's group weren't nearly so poetic

>they mostly just had to fight with giant monsters

>Twilight scratches her chin with her hoof

<"But… there's one thing I don't understand."

"What's that?"

<"The thing you did with the dragon fire and the phoenix feather. I've never heard of that. How did you know it would work?"

>you shrug

"I suppose I just had a feeling."

>after a trip to Canterlot, the Princesses are young again and the Sun graces the sky once more

>after a train ride back to Ponyville, all you want to do is take a nap

>folks always suppose that these stories end with a quip, or a group laugh, or even a musical number

>but really, they end with about six additional hours of beauty rest

>adventures are exhausting

>you're about to push open the door to the Boutique when something tickles your neck

>oh, ew! is it a bug?

>it's a…

>a feather?

>you grin

>perched on the sign displaying the name of your business is a majestic, orange bird

>she winks at you

>you giggle

"Good night, Philomena."

25394b  No.322530


The end. On the off chance you ever want to read this again, you can do so here: https://pastebin.com/g4XHee3P

Let's get some more writefaggotry ITT. I've got an idea for another story but I don't want to post two stories in a row in a writefag thread that I started.

25394b  No.322569

File: 8589d25887a5bf6⋯.png (1.13 MB, 1800x1200, 3:2, Adventure Roll and Write.png)

File: 44dc7e8c22179a2⋯.png (419.5 KB, 1800x1200, 3:2, Spooky Roll and Write.png)

File: 33d6e6bdb5e1373⋯.png (2.67 MB, 1800x1200, 3:2, Slice of Life Roll and Wri….png)

File: 692bc3f9ca8e01a⋯.png (801.92 KB, 1800x1200, 3:2, Sadfic Roll and Write.png)

File: 3e404544f015cac⋯.png (1.41 MB, 1800x1200, 3:2, Romance Roll and Write.png)

Introducing some genre-based roll and writes to see if we can't generate some more content here.

fd10b6  No.322654

Dice rollRolled 6, 1, 10, 10, 6, 1, 8, 1, 4 = 47 (9d10)


I am rolling nine dice to combine together the adventure, slice of life, and romance prompts into a single story, and it's going to be a 1000 word one-shot flaming dumpster fire because I have way too much on my plate but I want to contribute something before I drop off the grid for two months

fd10b6  No.322656

File: bcb349a3b4e436a⋯.png (128.02 KB, 3024x3896, 378:487, rdmap.png)

Dice rollRolled 2, 1, 5, 10, 8, 4, 9, 1, 4 = 44 (9d10)


…just kidding, I got writer's block instantly

Ill just post what I had and go to bed

>be anon

>be the cool dude who's the star of the show

>ever since you got to equestria you've been the center of attention

<"Whooooooooosssseee ready for a super duper extra fantilliastic welcome to Ponyville celebration in your honor?"

>you hear the clopping of hooves and feel a moment later the jolt of something sofy and fuzzy land on your back

>you smile and reach over your shoulder to give the pink pony a scratch

25394b  No.322667


Your roadmap looks promising, and both your rolls look surprisingly good. You should keep working on it.

223334  No.323180

Here’s a short Applejack hypno greentext someone suggested in the fetish thread. Critique is welcome, but go easy on me; I’m not a writefag.

>be Discord

>be sleeping soundly in my bright red race car bed

>stirred awake by the sound of my alarm clock blaring https://youtu.be/D3-MAJBhwfQ

>still half-asleep, try to reach out and hit the snooze button

>fumble around and miss several times before eventually knocking it to the floor

>finally just give up; snap my fingers and turn alarm clock into a salmon

>sit up in bed and yawn while removing my sleep mask

>rub the sand out of my eyes

>bed is now covered in sand, complete with castle

>”Coffee," I grumble to no one in particular.

>snap fingers and teleport to my not-very-clean kitchen

>open the cupboard and retrieve the hoof-made coffee mug Fluttershy gave me

>grab the nearby coffee container and open it up


>there's even a small spider making a web inside

>stand there staring at the empty container for a few seconds before the reality sets in

>melt into a puddle of goo on the ground, uttering a long, drawn-out groan

>just lay there for a moment, lamenting the situation

>suddenly, inspiration strikes

>"Hang on minute. I know where I can get some coffee!"

>poof back into solid form instantaneously

>"I can go visit my good buddy Applejack. She's bound to have some spare coffee lying around that she wouldn't mind me borrowing."

>snap fingers and teleport to Sweet Apple Acres

>the early-morning sun is visible above the hills, casting a gentle light on the orchard

>pause to take a deep breath of the apple-scented air

>"Now, where to find that little apple horse?" I ponder.

>produce a pair of opera glasses and use them to scan the area

>finally spot Applejack on a nearby hill, harvesting apples (of course)

>teleport over to the trees she's working on

>she doesn't notice me, due to her concentrating on her work

>open mouth to announce my presence, but stop myself

>remember that Applejack isn’t generally very thrilled to see me

>think that she may get a bit huffy if I ask her for coffee

>get another idea

>dissolve self into a small cloud of mist

>drift over to Applejack and fly into her ears while she's not looking

>now in Applejack's brain

>apples everywhere

>after rummaging around for a minute, manage to find her memories

>do a quick ctrl+f, find out that she does in fact have coffee back in her kitchen

>mission complete; about to leave when a thought comes to me

>"You know, Applejack's so nice to let me borrow from her. There must be something I can do to thank her."

>an actual lightbulb appears above my head as I get a wonderful, awful idea

223334  No.323181


>be Applejack

>be bucking apples out in the orchard

>suddenly feel a tingle in my ears and get a shiver up my spine

>stop for a moment and look around

>no one else in sight, but I could swear it felt like someone else was there

>eventually dismiss the feeling

>take a moment to gaze at the morning sun before returning to work

>seen the sun rising over the orchard more times than I could count, but it's still a beautiful sight

>close my eyes and feel the warmth of the sun on my face…

>and on my long, straw-yellow mane…

>and on my toned belly…

>and on my firm, powerful hindquarters…

>and on my tight pony pussy…


>eyes shoot open as I realize what I was just thinking

>"Where in the blue blazes did that come from?" I wonder aloud.

>shake my head and turn back to the trees

>the nice, big, hard trees…

>full to bursting with big, round, juicy fruit…

>suddenly, a morning breeze blows towards me from behind

>the cold air assaults my soft, warm skin

>especially that of my exposed mare parts, which I now realize are a bit warmer than a morning of apple-bucking would cause

>tentatively reach back and touch the area in question

>the soft skin is not only warm to the touch, but is noticeably wet

>”Consarn it, not now!”, I curse to myself.

>don’t masturbate very often

>Granny used to say that Celestia killed a kitten every time someone touched their nethers

>learned better eventually, but still try not to go overboard (unlike certain rainbow-haired ponies)

>last did it recently enough that I wouldn’t expect to be feeling like this again so soon

>and while in the middle of apple-bucking, no less

>try to push the growing feeling of arousal back down and re-focus on work

>manage to get a few good kicks off before the feeling returns with a vengeance

>a thought pops into my head

<“You can’t work like this.”

>hated to admit it, but it was impossible to keep going given my current state

<“You have to fix this if you want to get back to work.”

>I consider the obvious solution to the problem, but wonder how to go about it when the rest of the family are up and about

<“Just do it right here; no one will see.”

>right here? in the middle of the orchard?

>realize I’m far enough away from the farmhouse that no one will hear me

>and the trees provide enough cover that no one will see me either

>any last remnants of worry are overshadowed by another surge of arousal

>resolve to deal with the problem quickly and get back to work

223334  No.323182


>plop down at the base of a tree and lean back against it

>spread my legs apart and look down at my tender marehood

>my lips are visibly very wet now

>gently reach down and touch the moist folds

>an immediate wave of pleasure hits me and sends a shiver up my whole body

>release an involuntary moan before covering my mouth with my other hoof

>can’t remember ever being this sensitive while masturbating

>continue to rub slowly

>every stroke increases the powerful sensation coursing through my body

>start to unconsciously buck hips upwards

>the assault upon my mind has drowned out all other thoughts

>my arousal consumes me and begins to fill my head with lewd thoughts

<“You’re just a little mare in heat, aren’t you?”

>I was old enough to have been through heat before, but even that was nothing compared to this

<“And what happens to little mares in heat?”

>what happens?

<“Little mares in heat get bred!”


>I’m not a filly anymore; I know what mares and stallions do behind closed doors, but the thought still shocks me

<“What, you’ve never thought about it before? Getting bred by a big, strong stallion?”

>the thought sends another wave of pleasure through my body

>it’s not as though I’d never thought about it before (especially at times like this), it’s just that I wasn’t as boy-crazy as other mares my age were

>I’ve always been too busy with other things to think about fooling around with boys

>for the past few years, I’ve had to look after the farm, my rambunctious little sister, and my old granny on top of a thousand other things

>it would be selfish of me to put my own desires above the well-being of my family

<“What could be a bigger help to your family than you getting a husband to help take care of things?”

223334  No.323183



>the word gives me an indescribable feeling of warmth and comfort and fills my head with images

>I imagine my would-be husband

>I imagine what our life together would be like

>spending the days working the orchard together

>sitting on the hill in the evenings, watching the sunset

>snuggling by the fireplace during cold winters

>and at night…

>when he and I were all alone…

>he would take me

>I would be his mare, and he would be my stallion

>and he would treat me how a mare gets treated by her stallion

>I’ve always had to be strong

>strong for my family, strong for my friends, strong for myself

>but when I’m with him?

>I’ll let him be the strong one

>he would gently push me down onto the bed

>he would look into my eyes

>he would kiss me with an intense, but gentle passion

>and then, he would fill my marehood with his…


<“His what?”

>his cock

>his big, hard horsecock

>he would slide it in and out of me

>gently at first, but getting faster and harder with every thrust

>he would pound me into the pillows if he wanted

<“And he would make you a mommy.”


<“He would give you his children.”


>the pleasure coursing through my body was almost too much to bear

<“Is that what you want Applejack? To be a mommy?”


>yes, I want that more than anything else

>I want my husband to make me a mommy

<“Say it.”

>”I…I…” I manage to squeeze out through my heavy breathing.

<“Say it!”

>”I want to be a mommy,” I pant softly.


>”I want to be a mommy,” I say aloud.


>”I want to be a mommy!” I declare loudly.


>”I WANT TO BE A MOMMY!” I shout loudly enough to be heard from Canterlot.

>the dam of my arousal finally bursts

>my hoof goes into overdrive as my mind and body are hit by wave upon wave of ecstasy

>my hips buck, my legs spasm, and my eyes roll back in my head

>the brief moment stretches on for what feels like hours

>eventually, the biggest orgasm I have ever had finally subsides

>utterly drained of strength, I fall sideways onto the soft grass next to me

>the last thing out of my mouth before I lose consciousness is the soft murmur of “mommy”

>be Discord

>emerge from Applejack’s ear canals and re-solidify

>take a moment to glance over at Applejack, who is now passed out in puddle of her own juices

>nod head in approval, before getting back on track

>”Alright,” I say, “now it’s time for a nice hot cup of joe!”

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