All Anonstallion/Anoncolt stories and art welcome.

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--Recent Writefags-- (pastebin.com can be swapped with poneb.in if necessary)

InkSlinger:
https://ponepaste.org/10833 - Alone Together (Mayor Mare, Twilight Sparkle, Derpy)

https://ponepaste.org/10758 - The New Prince (Princess Celestia)

https://ponepaste.org/10582 - The Promotion (R63 Shining Armor)

https://ponepaste.org/10448 - Just One More (Fluttershy)

Sunn:
https://ponepaste.org/10481 - PegaAnon (Rainbow Dash)

blowingupthemoon:
https://ponepaste.org/10815 - Anon Kirin Story (Autumn Blaze)

https://ponepaste.org/11073 - Nap Duty (Princess Luna)

https://ponepaste.org/10633 - Reunions (Princess Celestia, Fluttershy)

https://ponepaste.org/10781 - Stuck with you for a bit. (Verity)

Mirta:
https://ponepaste.org/10631 - A QUESTion mark tAIl (Zecora)

CosmicButthole:
https://ponepaste.org/11075 - The Re-Awakening of Anonymous (Fluttershy)

ClericalError:
https://ponepaste.org/10847 - Dash thing that isnt really there yet (Rainbow Dash)

Guest (Default ponepaste account):
https://ponepaste.org/10884 - Danger Zone (Cloud Chaser)

>>42223626 (OP)
Pegasuschads keep on winning with Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy

>>42223614
In the technicolor world of ponies how would a family of nearly identical ponies all with the same cutiemark be taken? Would everyone assume there was some curse or dark magic at play?

>>42223662
Incest

>>42223626 (OP)
Someone needs to color these!

>>42223626 (OP)
Good job on the OP.
>>42223674
agreed

>>42223667
>Twilight Sparkle discovers a village that is basically Alabama but Equestrian where all ponies there have nearly the same colour in mane and fur and even strangely the cutie marks the villagers have is a question mark but slightly different to make each pony different to each other.
Anonville would be one hell of a town that would bring the Apple clan to shame lol

>>42223681
>anonville
>aside from the family heads, Anonstallion and Anonmare, everypony has -anon at the end of their name
it would be like smurfs but cute

>>42223689
>it would be like smurfs
>"I'm gonna anon you in the anoning anon, Anon!"

>It isn't even incest
>They're all ex-human interdimensional immigrants, who figure they should band together as they popped out miles from civilization
>Twilight has to hold in a gag when she sees a nigh-identical couple french kiss

>>42223725
that brotherkisser should mind her own business.

>Anons in Equestria
>Plural
>Anonstallion, Anonmare, Anoncolt, Anonfilly
>Pretend to be a family while innaquestria because muh poor pony minds cannot handle primate supremacy
>Backfires as rumors of the two adults being cousins or even siblings spread
>...
>On the bright side, Pinkie gives the foals pity cupcakes

>>42223681
>>42223689
>>42223763
So what happens when ones like anonkirin, anaonbatpony, anonsnowpony, etc. start popping up?

>>42223797
The true source of all of these pony-adjacent things were mass amounts of inbreeding. Duh.

>>42223797
>Anonalicorn shows up
What happens?

>>42223763
>pinkie gives your family pity cupcakes
>rarity designs matching clothes for the family
>fluttershy sees you like she sees her animals and seeks to be friends
>applejack finds your situation relatable and is nice to you
>rainbow dash (idk what she would do but she wouldn't be mean)
>twilight is the only one who seems to have an issue

>>42223797
Distant cousins who were inevitably pulled back into the chains of generational incest

>>42223815
>Rainbow Dash has no clue why the others seem to get awkward when she talks about the Anons
>They're nice ponies after all, and they seem to be fans
>They always invite her to stay when they see her, too
>"Wanna come inside, Rainbow Dash?"
>Man, she wished more ponies were like the Anons
>Those 'tendies' were good...
>She wonders what they're made out of?

>>42223805
Folks, I've heard about 'inbred royalty' but this is ridiculous

>>42223805
I'm sure at that point They'd would start to assume there was some obscure sub-tribe of ponies that went unnoticed during the unification of Equestria. That or Twilight assumes that these are alternate universe ponies

>>42223845
Rarity looks like a soijak in that image.

>>42223828
>>42223805
It's all harmless speculation and light ribbing until anongriffon and anondragon show up, then Twilight really has a reason to start giving them the stink eye

>>42223850
>alternate universe for Equestria where everypony is an Anon
>this even means the Mane 6 are anons
>Anon Sparkle
>Anonity
>Anon Pie
>Anonjack
>Anonshy
>Anon Dash
>even the bucking buildings have question marks on them and are nearly all green

>>42223932
wonder what kind of person anongriffon was

>>42223938
Jew

>>42223949
Fuck off nazi

>>42223968
Why yes I would buck Aryanne and give her as many foals as she needs

>>42223968
griffons are canon jews, watch the show retard

>>42223994
No, batponies are the canon jews.

>>42224010
No, Batponies are cool

>>42223989
SAME!

>>42223645
Big fan of that idea from the last thread where Rainbow and Fluttershy gossip with each other about the fun they've been having with Anon while Twilight, Applejack, Rarity, and Pinkie are all bitter about being left out

>>42224131
Fuck off nazi scum

>>42223763
>Anonstallion works tirelessly to keep up the facade of a happy pony family.
>Anonmare is a depressed, androphobic shut-in.
>Anonfilly is a foulmouthed bully that's irritated by everyone and everything.
>Anoncolt is the taciturn and withdrawn golden child that is inadvertently indifferent towards his fake family.
>They have to pretend to be a family for reasons idk what would be a good reason
I may or may not work on this; I just wanted to write this idea down.
Also, Anonmare's "androphobia" isn't anything serious, it's just to create a contrast of a wife who can't even pretend to be intimate with her husband to an extreme degree.

>>42224289
They have to put on the family act because they have no other way to explain why two single adults are living with two parentless children. They deem sticking together to be the best course of action since they are the only ones who'd understand what the other three are going through with having been isekai'd to horselandia. Birds of a feather flock together, and all that.

>>42224289
>two autists forced into parenthood
>the kids are also autistic

>>42224289
Fuck off. No transgender Tf

>>42224338
You want the Anonfamily to be a couple'a gays with two boys? You understand how problematic that is?

>>42224340
women who go to equestria would be mares, retard

>>42224342
Women don't go to equestria

>>42224289
Maybe they have to keep a low profile or else they draw attention of someone/something that can banish them out of Equestria. Anonstallion tries to stay in tune with the show as much as possible to avoid drawing attention, Anonmare gives an effort but isn't into the role she's given. Anonfilly is outright going out of her way to see how much the world can give without breaking and Anoncolt is trying to game the system as much as possible.

>>42224354
>Maybe they have to keep a low profile or else they draw attention of someone/something that can banish them out of Equestria
I read an Alex Rider book that did something like this. The main character accompanied two adult spies under the logic that "one person could be a spy, two people could be partners, but two people and a kid has to be a family"

>>42211887
>Walking is weird.
>For the past year you’ve spent in dream land you’ve walked on your hind two legs.
>Well, your only two legs.
>Hyoo-mans only have two legs, and arms instead of forelegs.
>So walking like this, like you were born to, feels vaguely like you’re lumbering around like a gorilla.
>Which is ironic, since your coma dream self more closely resembled a primate.
>It doesn’t help that you’re stuck in a walker.
>The wheels drag behind you awkwardly and the belt’s fastened probably a little too tight around your midsection.
>Getting through doorways is gonna be a little trickier now that you’re a little wider.
>And the wheels bump and snag on every little thing on the road.
>It’s definitely gonna take some getting used to.
>You look to your left to see Fluttershy bouncing with every step she takes.
>She’s walking on sunshine, happy as a clam.
>Humming a happy tune to herself as she trots right next to you, as if attached to you.
>You wish you could enjoy the moment more, but the mere act of walking is commanding most of your attention.
>Each and every step has to be placed deliberately.
>Even the slightest misstep and you’re flat on your face.
>The walker definitely helps a lot, though.
>It lets you focus on your forelegs without having to worry about your hind legs.
>Fluttershy’s also helping, the way she’s leaning on you allows you to lean a little on her in return so you’ve got a brace.
>Where would you be without her?
>Probably still in that hospital bed.
>Before too long, you’re in Ponyville’s marketplace.
>Familiar feelings come rushing back to you as earth ponies, unicorns, and pegasi walk to and fro, talking amongst each other and doing their shopping.
>You see some familiar faces and some unfamiliar faces.
>The town looks pretty much the same.
>The same buildings, the same shops, the same-
“What in the world is that!?” You exclaim in shock, pointing at one very out-of-place building in the distance.
>Past the rows of cozy cottages and humble shop buildings stands a massive castle made of blue crystal on top of what looks like a crystalline tree.
>The majestic, faintly imposing building is adorned with golden roofing and balconies, truly a structure fitting for majesty.
>What’s it doing in Ponyville?
>Fluttershy is confused by your question at first, then smacks her forehead in realization.
>”Oh, that’s right! You weren’t here when it happened!”
“When what happened?”
>”The Golden Oak Library was destroyed by Lord Tirek while you were in your coma. But we found a chest at the base of the tree that created this castle for Twilight!”
>What?
>You should’ve seen this coming, having one question answered only leads to more questions.
“I’m sorry if this is weird to ask, but… why does Twilight need a castle? Why wouldn’t the library be rebuilt?” You delicately ask Fluttershy.
>”Because Twilight’s the princess of friendship now, silly!”

>>42224369
“What!?” You can’t help but blurt out.
>Fluttershy’s ears droop and she looks away, faintly embarrassed.
>”Oh, right, you weren’t there for that…”
>You blink.
>It feels like Twilight moved into Ponyville with that baby dragon of hers only just recently, but she’s already done this much?
>You don’t even have the headspace to wonder who this Lord Tirek guy is.
“...You mean, like, an ACTUAL princess? Alicorn and everything?”
>Fluttershy nods.
>”It was such a big day for her, we’re all so proud of how far she’s come!”
>You exhale, feeling that sulking feeling return.
“I really did miss out on a lot…”
>Fluttershy, sensing your troubled soul, rubs your shoulder lovingly.
>”I understand all this is a lot to take in, but for now let’s just focus on getting you the food you need to get you on track to recovery. We’ll make sure to ease you into how things have changed, okay?”
>You don’t answer for a moment, but you eventually nod in agreement.
>Dwelling on how you lost an entire year of your life isn’t gonna help.
“...Okay.”
>Fluttershy’s heartwarming smile returns to her face.
>”That’s the spirit, Anon! Now come on, I think I see some spinach over there!” She leads you on.
>You walk alongside her through the crowd, feeling your walker bump into some of the nearby ponies.
>Some of them turn around to give you an annoyed look, but most of their faces turn apologetic when they see you’ve got a walker.
>You feel so out of place.
>As Fluttershy carefully looks over the spinach available at the stand, you stare blankly at the crowd.
>Look at all those stories to be told.
>Each and every one of them has a story to tell about what happened to them in the past year.
>New friends were made, new goals were achieved, new memories were made.
>All your memories from the past year are fake.
>”What do you think, Anon? Does this look fresh to you?” You hear Fluttershy ask you, raising a small plate of spinach up for your inspection.
>The question momentarily draws you back to the present moment.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, looks good.” You answer in a noncommittal tone, barely glancing at the greens.
>Fluttershy cocks her head to one side with concern.
>”Are you still upset about what we talked about earlier?” She asks you in a hushed tone, backing away from the spinach vendor to give you two some privacy.
“Kind of.” You admit.
>She looks down, experiencing a rough mixture of emotions before looking back up at you.
>”...Well, how about this: because this is your first day back on your hooves, we can find one special treat for you to enjoy later today. Nurse Redheart gave us this list to make your diet, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you had one little treat on the side.” Fluttershy offers to you.

>>42187740
>Derpy senses your intentions as well, and bends over the arm of her couch to give you proper access to-
>"Daddyyyyyy, don't make it gross!"
>Your concentration is shattered by a small voice near the fireplace.
>Suddenly four foals are sitting on the rug, staring at you with varying degrees of disgust.
>Wait a minute, this isn't Derpy's house...
>Your eldest daughter, a gray pegasus sporting black hair, pouts at you with her forelegs folded.
>Oh right, it's your turn to watch the foals today.
"Whoops, sorry Downburst!"
>You nervously grin and scratch the back of your head.
"Daddy got a bit carried away with the *ahem* 'spicy' details."
>Your foals collectively groan and fall on their backs.
"Tough crowd."
>"Okay everypony, it's snacktiiiiiiiiime~!"
>Your beautiful wife Derpy emerges from the kitchen with a plate of freshly-baked muffins.
>Awww, she tied her mane in a pony tail, just the way you like it!
>The yellow apron she's wearing does almost nothing to hide her swollen pregnant belly.
>It's hard to believe you're already on your fifth foal, but Derpy doesn't seem to mind at all.
"Thanks for the save, babe."
>You affectionately nuzzle Derpy as she places her plate of baked goods on the coffee table.
>Your little ponies immediately attack the plate, sending muffin crumbs flying in every direction.
>"Yay!"
>"Snackies!"
>"Yummy!"
>Their little squeals of delight quickly fill the living room with a chaotic symphony of gratitude.
>That's four more satisfied customers!
>It's truly a blessing that Derpy knows her way around the kitchen.
>You, on the other hoof, couldn't cook your way out of a paper bag.
>It also helps that your mill provides a near endless supply of flour for Derpy to work her culinary magic.
>Note to self: build another storeroom for excess wheat.
>You would've used the empty space upstairs, but nearly all of it was converted into rooms for the foals.
>Damnit, if only this mill/house was just a wee bit bigger...
>Derpy snaps you out of your thoughts with a muffin.
>*MUNCH*
>Mmmm~! Tastes like chocolate chip, your favorite flavor!
>"How are they?" She asks expectantly.
"They're delicious, as usual!" You proclaim while striking a dorky pose.
>Derpy tries and fails to contain her laughter.

>>42224369
Stop posting dogshit

>>42224371
>You know that she doesn’t really think Nurse Redheart would be fine with that, she’s just saying that to make you feel better.
>There’s a pleading look in her eyes, like she’s desperate to make things right.
>You can’t imagine how painful it must be for her to see you like this after a year of being apart from you.
>It pains you to see her like this.
>And you could really go for something sweet.
“...I’d really like that.” You softly admit.
>Fluttershy’s face lights up again and she throws her wings around you to hug you.
>”That’s the spirit! I can’t imagine how hard all this must be for you, but just focus on the moment, okay? We’ll get you up to speed on everything that’s happened up until you woke up, but what matters most is that all your friends really missed you and they’ll be so happy to see you awake!” Fluttershy promised you, muffled slightly by how she’s buried her face in your neck again.
>She’s much more huggy than you remember her being.
>You wish you could hug her back.
>Your wings are still recovering and you can’t balance yourself on the walker’s wheels, so you’re going to have to settle for nuzzling into her neck.
>It’s still very, very nice.
>”Uh… you gonna pay for that?” The spinach vendor asked Fluttershy, his voice thick with impatience as he ruins the moment.
>”Yes, sorry!” Fluttershy hastily apologized to the vendor before fishing the appropriate amount of bits out of her satchel and exchanging them for the spinach.
>”My special somepony woke up from a coma yesterday, he needs all the spinach he can get!” Fluttershy excitedly informs the vendor as she neatly bags up the generous helping of the vegetable she’s purchased.
>”Really?” The vendor asks her before turning to you.
>You manage a small nod to co-sign Fluttershy’s statement.
>”Well then, sounds like you’ll be needing more spinach in the future.” He notes, his mood lifted by the prospect of a returning customer.
>”Absolutely!” Fluttershy eagerly confirms, completely oblivious to his sales pitch.
>”Oh, but we should get going, have a nice day!” Fluttershy bid the vendor farewell before skipping right back to your side.
>You gave him a polite nod before you ventured further into the market with your marefriend.
>It’s strange how familiar everything sounds.
>Everypony’s voices sound familiar, the sounds of the birds in the air sounds more like birds than what you remember the birds in your coma dream sounding like, even the way the wind brushes past the tree branches sounds familiar.
>It makes the world of your coma dream feel that much more alien.
>Subtle differences lying just beneath the surface.
>Fluttershy doesn’t say anything to you beside pointing out ponies selling eggs or beans or nuts, you imagine it’s because she doesn’t want a repeat of dumping some big development from the past year while you’re still finding your footing.
>Figuratively and literally.

>>42224376
>”Excuse me, are you Mr. Anonymous?” A young voice asks you from behind.
>You and Fluttershy turn around to find two young colts looking up at you, both holding a book.
>...Rumble and Button Mash, that’s their names.
“Yep, that’s me.” You confirm with a small smile.
>You can feel Fluttershy smiling wide next to you.
>”Couldja settle an argument between us?” Rumble asks you.
“Uh… sure.” You ask, unsure of where this could be going.
>”Who would win in a fight between Toa Lhikan and Toa Takanuva?” Button Mash asks you.
“What?” You exclaim at them.
>This is getting weirder and weirder.
>Those two are from Bionicle, something from your coma dream.
>How in the world could they know about Bionicle?
>Is all this another coma dream?
“Um, Anon, aren’t they characters in those books you write?” Fluttershy asks you.
>Before you can ask her “what books?”, you get a better look at the book Button Mash is holding.
>”Bionicle: The Destiny War, by Anonymous”.
>...Oh, yeah, that’s right.
>You were a writer.
>You probably still are.
>You’ve published a few books, but none of them got much of a following before you started writing the Bionicle series.
>Looks like memories of those books you wrote leaked into your coma dream world.
“Oh, right. Sorry, my memory’s a little spotty after waking up from a coma yesterday.”
>”So that’s why the next book still isn’t out yet!” Rumble deduced.
>”I’m terribly sorry to disappoint you, but Anonymous is going to rest and recover as long as he needs to before he gets back to writing!” Fluttershy jumped in on your behalf, much to the two colt’s disappointment.
>”Aw, darn…” Button Mash sulked.
>”Well, can you at least tell us who’d win in that fight?” Rumble asks you.
>Those two must’ve been waiting for a year to settle this debate, you don’t want to keep them waiting longer.
“...Toa Lhikan.” You confidently answer.
>”What!?” Button Mash cried out.
>”Told you.” Rumble reminded him smugly.
>”But- but how? Takanuva beat Makuta all by himself!” Button Mash reminded you.
“That was because Takanuva is a Toa of light, and shadow beings like Makuta are weak to light. Lhikan has centuries more experience as a Toa, both in terms of fighting and using his elemental powers. Really, he only lost to Nidhiki because he surrendered in order to save Vakama’s life.” You retort in an academic tone.
>Button Mash sputters for a few moments before sinking to the ground dejectedly when he accepts that he doesn’t have a good counter argument.
>Talking about this stuff helps you root yourself back in reality and what your life is supposed to be.
>”So how long’s it gonna take for you to get better, anyway? The last book ended on a huge cliffhanger and you went and got into a coma-” Rumble tried to ask you, but is interrupted by Fluttershy.

>>42224379
>”Anonymous has a long journey of recovery ahead of him that we should really be getting back to, you two be sure to get home safe, okay?” She requested them.
>”We will!” The two of them answer in unison before turning around and heading off, books in tow.
>It’s nice to see your presence was missed while you were gone.
>If nothing else than for your work.
>”Ooh, look! Quinoa! I’ve been meaning to try that!” Fluttershy excitedly pointed out, ushering you back down into the hustle and bustle of the market.
>But before she could bag another generous amount of healthy foods, a familiar voice calls out to her.
>”There you are, Fluttershy!”
>Both you and her freeze in place and turn to see who it is.
>Rarity, carrying tons of rolled up fabrics, looking pretty peeved, as Flutters would say.
>”Oh, hello Rarity!” Fluttershy greeted her, happily but with a hint of uncertainty.
>”I’ve been looking all over for you, darling! You didn’t arrive at the boutique when we agreed, and when I went over to your cottage to collect you, all I found was that… rabbit of yours!” Rarity reminded her, censoring herself when it came to referring to Angel.
>You love Fluttershy with all your heart, but Angel…
>”Oh, that was today…” Fluttershy realized.
>”Indeed it was! I’m a very busy mare these days, Fluttershy, so when I schedule my clients for a dress fitting, I have little to no room for tardiness!” Rarity scolded her in that professional tone she always uses when her work comes up.
>You feel like you should intervene, but Rarity can be pretty tough to get through when she’s upset about something.
>”Yes, I understand, but-” Fluttershy tried to respond, but Rarity kept going.
>”I imagine something truly important must have come up if you were unable to so much as leave a note for me!”
>”Yes, something really big did happen!” Fluttershy spoke up.
>”Oh, then what was it?” Rarity asked her.
>Time to intervene.
>You step forward to announce your presence, but one of your walker wheels gets caught on a small rock.
>You manage to get the wheel free, but the force you were exerting ends up making you bump into another pony that was walking by with groceries.
“Sorry, sorry!” You hastily apologize to the earth pony, who continues on with an annoyed look.
>At least this got Rarity’s attention.
>She reacted to seeing you like she just saw a ghost, staring wide eyed and frozen in place.
>”...Anonymous woke up…” Fluttershy finally answered her question.
>”ANONYMOUS!” Rarity cheered, dropping her fabrics and rushing over to you to give you a big hug.
>You gasp in slight pain at how fiercely Rarity hugs you, and the wheels serving as your hind legs almost make you fall over, but Rarity holds you in place.
>”Oh, darling, I cannot TELL you how tremendous it is to see you finally awake and out of that hospital! We’ve all missed you terribly!” Rarity gushes, still embracing you tight.

>>42224382
“Yeah, good to see you too…” You speak in a strained tone.
>”Um, Rarity, he still needs to recover…” Fluttershy speaks up on your behalf.
>Rarity comes to her senses and releases you from her vice grip, allowing you to gasp for air.
>You’re surprisingly sore after the hug as Fluttershy rushes over to rub your shoulder, Nurse Redheart really wasn’t kidding when she said your muscles need to recover.
>”I’m terribly sorry, darling, it’s just… you’re awake! After so long! It’s a miracle!” Rarity continued, excited.
>”It really is!” Fluttershy agreed, nuzzling into your neck a little.
>Aww.
>Your cheeks take on a faint blush at all the fuzzy feelings flying around.
“Thank you, Rarity. It’s really nice to be able to breathe fresh air again on my hooves again.” You graciously say to her.
>”Heavens, I couldn’t even imagine! To think, waking after so long, to truly feel the wind in the air and the grass beneath your hooves, I almost envy you, Anonymous!” Rarity continues to gush, drawing a raised eyebrow from you and Fluttershy at her over-romanticization of your recovery.
>”...Almost, that is.” Rarity attempts to recover.
>Fluttershy clears her throat to speak up.
>”I’m so sorry for not telling you earlier, it’s just-”
>”Oh, say no MORE, darling! We can simply reschedule for another day! What matters most now is the reunion of Ponyville’s cutest couple!” Rarity quickly assuages her concerns with a dismissive wave of her hoof.
>”Besides, I imagine you two lovebirds have MUCH catching up to do~”
>Fluttershy’s cheeks take on a darker hue of pink.
>As do yours.
>”W-We’re just out shopping for groceries, we’re not up to… anything like that…” Fluttershy tries to rebut, but Rarity isn’t so easily convinced as she turns her eyes to you.
>”What you need is a bold new look, Anonymous! Something that announces to all of Equestria: ‘Here I am! I have returned! I’m as you remember me, yet I’m all new!’” Rarity boldly proclaims, throwing her forelegs up in the air for emphasis.
>Your mood dampens a little when you hear how Rarity describes you.
>You’re as they remember you, yet you’re all new.
>How “all new” can you be?
>”Perhaps something that would go nicely with that risqué little number you had me design for you for Hearts and Hooves~?” Rarity then turns to Fluttershy, whose cheeks turn several shades darker as she averts her eyes in an embarrassed manner.
>”Rarity…” Fluttershy mumbles.
>”Ooh, you’re right, I won’t say another word! Wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise for your coltfriend~” Rarity corrects herself, turning her eyes back to you.
>...Huh.
>Normally your mind would run wild with the possibilities of what Fluttershy’s new outfit could be, but you’re still stuck on what Rarity said to describe you.
>Familiar, yet new.
>Everything’s changed around you in subtle ways, did you change, too?
>Just from being in a coma?

>>42224384
>”Is that who I think it is!?” Another familiar voice calls out to you.
>This scratchy voice belongs to a pegasus who almost tackles you when her wings constrict you in a hug of her own.
>It’s Rainbow Dash.
>As spunky and full of energy as ever.
“Urg… yeah, it’s me.” You groan through the blue pegasus’ hug.
>”Rainbow, be careful with him!” Fluttershy pleads her.
>Rainbow quickly realizes how tightly she’s got her wings around you, so she lets up, though nonetheless excited to see you.
>”I knew you’d up and at ‘em again soon! I could feel it in my feathers!” Rainbow excitedly says to you as you regain your footing.
“Heh, I’d have thought you’d have some witty remark saved for me waking up, like ‘I was wondering why it suddenly felt dorkier around here.’” You chuckle, throwing in a poor impression of Rainbow’s voice to add some flair.
>”You kidding? You beat that coma that King Sombra put you into! That’s wicked cool! And hey, you’re really rocking those wheels!” Rainbow cheers you on, genuinely happy to see you again.
>Beside Rainbow is Fluttershy and Rarity, absolutely beaming as they enjoy the good vibes.
>You’ve missed this.
>A lot.
“Heh, thanks, Rainbow. Seems like I’ve missed out on quite a bit since that happened.” You remark, glancing again at Twilight’s castle.
>Twilight’s castle.
>Twilight has a castle now.
>That’s gonna take a while to get used to.
>”Oh, you have no IDEA! I mean, first Twilight becomes an alicorn, then we’re all using rainbow power to defeat this evil Lord Tirek, and now she’s got an entire castle for her-”
>Rainbow freezes in place as she realizes what she’s saying.
>”Uh, eheh, sorry…” Rainbow awkwardly chuckles.
“It’s cool, I get that I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.” You assure her.
>”Which he’ll do at a careful pace as he recovers! Would you excuse us, girls? Anon and I still have grocery shopping to do, and he’s long overdue for a bubble bath in the comfort of his home!” Fluttershy steps in, insisting that the current conversation end as politely as she can manage.
>”Of course, darling! Ta-ta!” Rarity bids farewell, collecting her fabrics off the ground, dusting them off, and trotting back towards her boutique.
>”Yeah, I oughta get going, too. Really great to see you back, Anon! Give him a smack on the flank for me, Fluttershy!” Rainbow cheekily requests of Fluttershy before darting back off into the clouds.
>You don’t have to see Fluttershy’s face to know she’s giving Rainbow a dirty look as she leaves.
>Your eyes follow Rainbow Dash as she soars high in the sky to rest on a fluffy looking cloud.
>...If only you could join her in savoring the freedom of the open skies.
>Your wings are still limp.
>They might as well be extra legs.

>>42224387
>Your eyes then drift back to Twilight’s castle.
>A grand monument dedicated to how the world has changed since you left it.
>Ponyville itself is largely the same, but that castle…
>It towers over the rooftops, it glistens in the sunlight, it represents everything everypony has done while you were out.
>Dreams came true while you were trapped in a dream.
>You sigh.
>Home sweet home's tasting a little bitter.

>>42224372
>Your offspring quickly regather at the fireplace rug, eager to hear more of the tale that brought you and Derpy together.
>"Anooooon, are you telling our silly love story agaaaaaaaain~?" Derpy teases.
"What can I say?" You grin. "It's my favorite."
>"Come listen with us, Mommy!"
>Your son Lucky pats a spot on the rug and erratically flaps his little green wings.
>Derpy tries to oblige him, but her massive belly is making that a bit of a challenge.
>You scramble over to help your swollen wife lie down, being extra careful to not accidentally hurt her in the process.
>"Oh thank you, love muffin~!" She bats her eyelashes at you.
"Don't mention it, babe." You smile.
>The colt's derped eyes light up like a Christmas tree when Derpy pulls him in for a snuggle.
>Your other foals chirp excitedly and build a little pillow fort around their mother.
>"Oh no, I forgot to get a muffin!" Derpy scrunches her snout and makes a sad face.
>Lucky squirms out of her graps and flies into the coffee table.
>"Oof!" he cries out.
>Like mother like son.
>You reach over and hand him one of the remaining muffins.
>"Thank you, Daddy!"
>You chuckle at his adorable clumsiness.
"Anytime, champ."
>You watch as the little colt haphazardly glides back to Derpy and gives her the muffin.
"Alright, is everypony ready now?"
>They all answer you with a cute little "Mmmhmm!" and settle into the mound of pillows.
>You quickly gobble down the rest of your muffin and return to your favorite chair.
"Very well." You scratch your chin. "Now where was I?"
>"At the gross part..." Downburst sighs.
>You walk up to your daughter and lift her chin.
"Don't worry sweetie, Daddy is skipping the gross parts from now on, okay?"
>She looks into your eyes and smiles.
>"Okay." She practically whispers.
>You sit back in your comfy chair, ready to finish what you started.

Mmm... Yes! I love the prose of kino in the evening.

>>42224010
I don't know where you got that from. It doesn't make sense.

The sunlight through your window didn’t feel warm.

It spilled gently across the wooden floor in shifting lines, painting lazy shapes as the clouds passed overhead, but none of it reached you. Not really.

You lay still on your bed, head resting sideways against the pillow, eyes fixed on the cloudy blue sky outside. Birds fluttered past now and then. A leaf drifted down. Somewhere, far off, a voice called out in the village and faded again.

It all felt too quiet.

Too normal.

Your chest felt too full.

It had been hours since the fire. Since Autumn flared. Since you walked through her flames, held her in your hooves, and saw her break down through glowing tears and smoke.

She hadn’t said much before leaving with her mother.

You hadn’t either.

Is she okay? Does she think I’m avoiding her? Does she think I’m afraid of her?

Your jaw tightened.

You were afraid. But not of her. You were afraid she felt alone.

And then came Emberforge’s voice, uninvited and unavoidable, echoing like an fire crackling in your skull.

“Playing house with this little stray takes priority over leading the village.”

Your ears folded back.

You hated how much it stuck. How much it sounded like something that might be true.

You didn’t want to think it. But the thought kept circling you.

If Rain Shine hadn’t been so focused on me… maybe she could’ve stopped it. Maybe Autumn wouldn’t have flared at all.

You felt something twist behind your ribs.

It wasn’t just sadness. It was guilt.

You shifted slightly on the bed, blinking up at the sky again, as if it might have answers in its drifting, careless heavy clouds.

You missed her.

You just wanted to know she was okay.

A soft knock interrupted your thoughts.

You turned your head toward the door.

“Anon?” Rain Shine’s voice was gentle as always. “May I come in?”

You didn’t look away from the sky.

“…Yeah,” you said softly.

The door slowly creaked open. You heard her steps before you saw her. Light, graceful, and deliberate. There was never a hurry in the way Rain Shine moved, only purpose.

She crossed the room and settled beside your bed, sitting with quiet dignity, her hooves tucked beneath her. She didn’t say anything at first.

She just waited.

You didn’t know if that made it easier or harder.

“…Any news about Autumn?” you asked quietly, still not looking at her.

There was a pause. Then Rain Shine’s voice answered, low and gentle.

“Yes. Sage Fern stopped by earlier. He went to check on her.”

You turned your head slightly now, just enough to see her out of the corner of your eye.

“She’s alright,” Rain Shine continued. “A bit tired. Her magic was slightly drained, but she’s not hurt. Physically, she’s recovering well.”

You waited, knowing there was more.

“But…” Rain Shine’s gaze softened, “she’s very quiet. Withdrawn. Sad.”

>>42224557
That one landed in your chest with a quiet thud.

“She could use a friend,” she added.

You look up at the clouds again, their dark edges drifting slowly overhead. It might be rain today, you think to yourself.

“I think you could, too.”

You didn’t answer right away.

Instead, you frowned faintly, your ears twitching as your thoughts swirled again. The memory of Autumn in flames. Emberforge’s sneering voice. The silence that followed.

“…Are you sure it’s a good idea?” you asked, uncertain. “What if she… wants to be alone?”

“She might,” Rain Shine said honestly. “But even the ones who say they want to be alone don’t always mean it.”

You met her eyes this time.

“And even if she does want space,” she added gently, “seeing you on her porch with a warm smile and a bundle of sweet buns might remind her she doesn’t have to carry everything alone.”

You held her gaze a moment longer, then looked down at your hooves, fiddling with a loose thread on the blanket.

“…Alright,” you said, almost a whisper. “I’ll go.”

Rain Shine smiled.

But you didn’t smile back. Not yet.

You shifted a little, uncomfortable, and after a pause you said it.

“…I’m sorry.”

Her ears tilted slightly. “What for?”

You hesitated, your chest tightening.

“For… making you deal with Emberforge. For needing so much help. For taking up so much of your t-”

She raised a hoof gently, not to stop you, but to remind you she was listening.

And so, your apology hung there, half-formed. waiting for her answer.

Rain Shine didn’t speak right away.

Instead, she leaned slightly forward, folding her hooves neatly and watching you with that steady calm she always carried, like a flame that never flickered, no matter how dark the path got.

“I know it might feel that way sometimes,” she said gently. “Like you’re a lot to handle, or like the village has to wait while I care for a little colt who needs me.”

You looked down again, ashamed.

She continued, her voice soft, but certain. “But that isn’t how I see it, Anon.”

You swallowed hard. “Emberforge’s voice has been getting louder… and I- I feel you’ve been putting things off. Just because of me.”

Rain Shine didn’t deny it.

Instead, she nodded. “I have been putting things off.”

You looked up at her in surprise.

She smiled, sadly.

“I’ve been putting things off because the village needs a leader who speaks with clarity. Not from fear. And the truth is…” She exhaled, her gaze drifting for a moment toward the window. “I was afraid. Not of you... but of what the village had become without young voices in it.”

That caught your attention.

“What do you mean?” you asked quietly.

Rain Shine turned back to you. “Anon… when I first found you, I told myself I was helping a lost soul. That I was being kind. That I was simply doing the right thing.”

>>42224561
She paused. “But that wasn’t the whole truth.”

You blinked. “It wasn’t?”

She shook her head, slowly. “The village had grown quiet. Still. Comfortable, but too careful. No foals running through the trees. No young voices laughing. We had become a garden with no seeds left.”

You stayed still, listening, the quiet in the room thickening around her words.

“And I thought,” she went on softly, “that maybe… if I had a child of my own, the others might follow. They trust me. They look to me. And if I led the way, they might remember that it’s okay to grow.”

She looked down at her hooves.

“That was why I took you in, at first.”

You didn’t speak. You weren’t sure what to say.

She looked back up at you. Her eyes glistened faintly in the light.

“But then…” She smiled, and it was different this time. Softer. Warmer. “You weren’t just a symbol. Or a step toward change. You were you.”

You felt something shift in your chest.

“I watched you try,” she said. “Try to learn. Try to help. Try to understand. Even when it was hard. Especially when it was hard. I stopped seeing you as a reason for others to change, and started seeing you as my own.”

Your throat tightened.

“You’re not a distraction,” she said firmly. “You’re family.”

You lowered your head, blinking quickly.

“I didn’t mean to make everything harder,” you whispered.

“I know,” she said. “But you’ve also made everything brighter.”

You hesitated, then looked up at her again. “Do you really mean that?”

She leaned in gently and pressed her forehead to yours.

“With all my heart.”

You pressed your forehead lightly against hers, closing your eyes.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The world was quiet, soft around the edges, like the hush that came after rain.

When you pulled back, your voice came out wobbly, barely above a whisper.

“I… I want to help.”

Rain Shine blinked gently at you.

“I want to help the village,” you said, swallowing down the lump in your throat. “I want to help show them it’s okay to have foals again. To have families. I want to help them see it’s not something to be afraid of.”

Rain Shine’s expression warmed into something radiant and proud.

“Oh, Anon,” she said softly, a little breath catching in her voice.

You rubbed at your eyes, cheeks warm. “I know I’m still new here. And I still don’t know a lot. But I want to help, really help. I want to be good for this place. For them.”

Rain Shine didn’t answer right away.

Instead, she leaned in and gently touched her muzzle to your cheek, a quiet nuzzle, warm and motherly.

“You already are,” she whispered.

You blinked at her.

Rain Shine smiled, brushing a hoof gently over your mane. “You and Autumn… do you know how many kirin I’ve seen smile because of the two of you?”

You tilted your head, still sniffling. “What do you mean?”

>>42224563
“I’ve watched them,” she said. “The older ones. The quiet ones. The ones who said foals were too dangerous or too unpredictable. I’ve seen how they stop and watch when you and Autumn go running past. How their eyes soften. How they laugh when she tells her stories, or when you tumble through flower beds trying to keep up with her.”

You gave a small, embarrassed smile at that.

“They see it, Anon. They see that joy. That spark. And for many of them, it’s the first time in years they’ve remembered how it feels.”

She touched her hoof to your chest. “You’re already warming their hearts.”

You stared at her, wide-eyed, not quite sure how to hold all the feelings swelling inside you.

“Really?” you asked quietly.

“Really,” Rain Shine said with certainty. “Slowly and gently, you and Autumn are doing more for this village than speeches or commanding ever could.”

You looked down at your hooves, then back up at her, eyes still glassy but steadier now.

“…Okay,” you said. “Then I want to keep doing that. I want to make them smile.”

Rain Shine beamed at you.

“Then we’d better get those sweet buns delivered, my little kirin.”

The air outside was cool and clean, brushed with the smell of moss, damp bark, and something faintly sweet. You walked alongside Rain Shine, the cloth wrapped bundle of buns balanced carefully across your back.

It felt good to move.

The rhythm of your hooves on the dirt path, the soft whisper of wind through the trees, even the far-off chirping of birds, it all helped clear the noise in your head. No more Emberforge. No more spiraling thoughts. Just you, the road, and the soft presence of Rain Shine walking quietly at your side.

She didn’t say anything.

She didn’t have to.

And maybe that’s what made it even more peaceful.

But as the path curved toward the market, a small knot formed in your chest.

You slowed just a little.

Rain Shine noticed.

Your eyes locked ahead, where it had happened. Where Autumn had lost control. Where her fire had spread across the grass and wood and air like a storm.

You braced yourself.

But what you saw stopped you you in your tracks, for a completely different reason.

The grass wasn’t scorched black anymore. In fact, there was barely any sign of damage at all.

Two kirin, an older mare with a dark tan coat and a younger stallion with light green fur, stood near the edge of the clearing, horns aglow with a pale green shimmer. Everywhere the light from their magic touched, new grass sprouted up in fresh, curling blades, soft and dew speckled. Just behind them, two more kirin worked the earth with careful hooves, tilling patches of scorched soil and placing down small, packed seed balls in tidy rows.

You stopped walking entirely, eyes wide.

Rain Shine paused beside you, following your gaze.

>>42224566
“It’s… already growing back,” you said, barely above a whisper.

She smiled gently. “The earth here is no stranger to fire. And with a little help from our magic, it knows how to heal.”

You stared in awe. The scene was calm and methodical, like a dance. If it weren’t for the charred skeletons of a few market stalls off to the side, you might not have known anything had burned at all.

“That's amazing. They’re amazing.” you said.

“They care,” Rain Shine replied. “That’s what makes the magic work.”

You watched for a moment longer as the two kirin with glowing horns leaned down, touching their muzzles to the earth before resuming their work. Their movements were graceful and full of quiet reverence, like the act of renewal was something sacred.

And maybe it was.

A breeze lifted gently through your mane.

Somehow, the market didn’t feel like a place of ruin anymore. It felt alive. In the middle of becoming something new.

You took a breath. Held it. Let it go.

Then you turned to Rain Shine and nodded, ready to keep walking.

She said nothing, just walked beside you again, one step at a time.

"So let me get this straight. We kirin can summon fire at will, we’re fireproof, we turn into mystical fire spirits, and we can use magic to help plants grow. What’s next? You’re gonna tell me we can fly and live for hundreds of years?"

Rain Shine gives you a slightly puzzled look at first, then her expression softens into a warm smile.

“Kirin can’t technically fly,” she says, “but some have learned how to levitate themselves with enough focus.”

That catches you off guard.

Your ears perk up, but before you can ask more, she gives you a knowing smirk.

“And as for living hundreds of years…

The rest of the walk was spent soaking in everything Rain Shine had shared, and realizing just how much there was to learn about being a kirin.

Autumn’s home came into view just as the sun crept past its highest point in the sky. colorful chimes hung from the porch beams, their soft music carried on the breeze. You’d heard them a dozen times before, but today they sounded different, gentler. Or maybe you were just hearing them more clearly.

Rain Shine stepped forward and gave the door a light, respectful knock with her hoof.

It didn’t take long.

The door creaked open, and Summer Blaze appeared on the other side.

Her mane was slightly frazzled, and there were faint shadows beneath her eyes, but her smile when she saw the two of you was warm and real.

“Rain Shine,” she said, her voice soft. “Anon. It’s so good to see you both.”

>>42224568
Rain Shine offered a gentle nod. “And you, Summer.”

Summer’s eyes drifted down to you, and the warmth in her smile deepened.

“You’re always welcome,” she said, stepping aside and opening the door wider. “Please, come in.”

Rain Shine shook her head gently. “Thank you, but I can’t stay. I’ve got a full afternoon ahead. A few political fires that require more finesse than water.”

Summer gave a sympathetic smile. “I don’t envy you.”

Rain Shine chuckled softly, then turned to you.

She leaned down and nuzzled the side of your cheek, her voice quiet. “Be good for Summer, Anon. I’ll come back to pick you up later.”

You nodded, brushing your shoulder against her affectionately. “I will.”

She gave Summer one last polite smile, then turned and walked back down the path, her mane flowing in the breeze like wind through tall grass.

You watched her go for a moment. Then, with the bundle of buns still balanced on your back, you stepped into the house.

It smelled faintly of lavender and cinnamon bark. Familiar. Cozy.

Summer closed the door behind you and let out a small, tired breath.

“Thank you again,” she said as she walked past you toward the sitting room. “For what you did for Autumn today.”

You followed her in.

“I didn’t do much,” you said quietly. “Just… talked to her.”

Summer stopped and looked at you, really looked at you.

“You stepped into fire for her,” she said, her voice calm but full. “That’s not ‘just talking.’ That’s something special.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. So you looked down at your hooves.

“She’s up in her room,” Summer said after a moment, her voice turning gentle again. “Still pretty quiet. Sad.”

She looked back toward the staircase, ears lowering slightly.

“She blames herself. For everything. I think hearing your voice might help more than anything I could say.”

You nodded, heart already tightening a little.

You didn’t need her to point out the way. You knew it already.

You walked toward the staircase, careful not to clatter your hooves on the wood as you climbed. You reached the landing, turned the familiar corner, and stood before the simple wooden door you’d knocked on so many times before.

But this time felt different.

This time, you hesitated.

You lifted a hoof and knocked softly.

Knock knock.

You waited.

There was a pause.

Then the quiet sound of small hooves on wood.

>>42224570
The door cracked open just a little. Autumn’s face peeked out, only half of it visible. Her mane was a bit tangled, her eyes puffy and red around the edges. She blinked at you, as if surprised to see you standing there.

“...Hey,” you said softly.

She didn’t say anything. But she stepped back, opening the door wider.

You stepped in carefully, the bundle of buns still balanced on your back. Autumn’s room was how you remembered it cozy, cluttered, filled with drawings, and shiny pebbles lined along shelves and tucked into the windowsill. But today, it felt dim. Quieter than usual. Even the familiar scent of cinnamon bark and wild herbs seemed muted.

Autumn walked over to her bed and flopped down onto it, facing the wall. She didn’t say a word.

You set the bundle down gently on her desk.

“Brought you something,” you said. “Leftover sweet buns. Rain Shine made sure I didn’t forget.”

There was a muffled “Thanks…” from under the blanket.

You stepped over and sat on the floor beside the bed, close but not too close.

“You’re not mad at me, are you?” she asked suddenly, voice still half-buried in the covers.

Your chest tightened. “No,” you said immediately. “Why would I be?”

Autumn didn’t answer, but she shifted slightly, pulling the blanket just under her eyes.

“I was scared,” you said. “Not of you. Just… for you. That you’d get hurt, or feel too awful to come back from it.”

She turned a little, just enough to peek at you.

“I didn’t mean to flare,” she whispered. “When I heard Emberforge talking about you. And Rain Shine. He sounded so awful. Like he hated you both. Than he brought my name up and called me a mistake. It made me so mad. And then it all just… happened.”

You nodded gently. “I know.”

“Sage Fern said you yelled at him,” she added, her eyes flicking to you. “At Emberforge. Said you defended me in front of everyone.”

You blinked, then rubbed at your foreleg, a little embarrassed. “Well… I might’ve. A little.”

“I thought that was really brave,” Autumn said quietly. “Like… really brave.”

Your ears burned, and you looked away.

She smiled, just a little. “I’ve never seen Emberforge back down from anyone before. You got right in his face, didn’t you?”

“Kinda,” you admitted. “He looked like he wanted to throw me into the stream of silence.”

Autumn giggled.

It was a good sound. A needed sound.

And maybe that gave you the push to admit something else, something you really, really didn’t want to tell Autumn, but had a feeling might cheer her up a little.

You glanced up at her, then scratched your cheek with a hoof. “So, uh… speaking of things I didn’t mean to do…”

She tilted her head, curious.

“I… might’ve accidentally called Rain Shine ‘Mom’ this morning.”

>>42224406
I wanna hear the sexy intimacy details that had happened between derpy and anon it the best parts.

>>42224572
Autumn blinked.

Then snorted. loud and sharp, before immediately clamping both hooves over her mouth.

You raised an eyebrow.

She snorted again.

“Don’t” you warned playfully, ears burning.

“M-momma’s colt,” she wheezed through her hooves, trying not to laugh harder.

You rolled your eyes with a dramatic ugh and gave her a playful shove with your shoulder.

“I didn’t mean to! I was half-asleep!”

“Ohhh, sure,” she said, grinning now. “Next thing I know, you’ll be calling her ‘Mama Shine’ and asking her for a cup of warm milk before bed.”

You buried your face in your hooves. “This is why I didn’t want to tell you.”

Autumn giggled harder, sniffling through it, but her smile was real now, bright and full of life again.

“Still,” she said between chuckles, “that’s actually… really sweet.”

You peeked at her through your hooves. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she said with a nod. “She is kinda like a mom to you. You’re lucky. Moms are really, really great.”

You lowered your hooves and gave a small smile.

“She’s the best,” you said honestly.

Autumn’s grin softened. Her gaze dropped for a second, thoughtful again.

“I really thought you’d be scared of me,” she said. “After what happened.”

“I’m not,” you replied. “You’re still Autumn. My best friend.”

And just like before, without warning, she threw her forelegs around your neck and pulled you into a tight hug. You didn’t hesitate. You wrapped yours around her, holding her just as close.

“I’m glad you’re here,” she whispered.

“I’m glad you’re here,” you whispered back.

The room was quiet again.

But this time, it wasn’t heavy.

This time, it was warm.

After the hug, the room felt different. lighter, warmer, like the weight between you both had finally melted into laughter and sunlight.

Autumn was the first to jump up. “Alright,” she said, striking a dramatic pose atop her bed, “I declare this sadness officially banished!”

You grinned, raising an imaginary sword. “Aye, Captain!”

That kicked off what turned into several hours of non-stop games.

First came pirates, with Autumn tying a blue scarf around her head and declaring her bed the “SS Blaze.” You made the tragic mistake of calling her “First Mate,” which led to her shouting, “I’m the captain!” and pushing you off the edge of the bed into “the ocean.”

After pirates, you faced off in an epic round of 'the floor is lava,' leaping between rugs and cushions while she cackled at every near-miss. Then came the blanket fort, your ultimate stronghold, where you read from one of her favorite storybooks in the most over the top voices you could muster.

>>42224576
You even gave one of her hoof-made board games a try. The rules made no sense, but by the end, you were both laughing so hard it hurt. This led you both into playing a few kirin classics: Petal Pile, a strategy game with flower tiles, and Embers and flowers, a bluffing game so strange it quickly descended into giggles, nonsense, and gleeful rule-breaking.

Hours passed, but neither of you noticed.

Not until your stomach growled loud enough to startle you both into laughter.

“Sounds like your belly wants a sweet bun,” Autumn said, eyes gleaming.

“Yours hasn’t stopped rumbling either,” you shot back.

“Shhh,” she whispered, mock-dramatic. “You’ll ruin my image.”

You both trotted down the stairs, giggling. Bringing the still-wrapped sweet buns with you, and placing them on the counter. Summer Blaze had already brewed a fresh pot of herbal tea. She greeted you both with a knowing smile as she set out two little cups and poured the warm, fragrant liquid.

The scent of honey and mint filled the kitchen as you and Autumn dug into the buns.

They were delicious, sticky and still-soft, and full of that perfect spiced glaze Rain Shine always got just right.

You were just licking the last bit of glaze from your hoof when Autumn leaned forward, squinting at you.

“You’ve got some on your cheek,” she said.

“I got it,” you replied, lifting a hoof to wipe it off.

Too late.

Autumn lunged forward with a smirk and gave your cheek a quick, exaggerated lick.

“BLEGH- AUTUMN!!” you squawked, jerking back in horror. “EWW! Gross!! Don’t do that!”

You scrubbed your cheek with both hooves, trying desperately to get rid of the saliva.

Autumn burst out laughing, nearly falling off her chair. “You should’ve seen your face!”

“I’m never eating anything near you again.”

“You loved it.”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

Summer snorted softly, covering her mouth with a hoof as she giggled at the two of you. “You two are so cute.”

Your face flushed instantly.

“I- w-we’re not-” you stammered, ears flattening.

Autumn waved a hoof dismissively. “We’re not cute, Mom. We’re cool. Big difference.” Autumn corrected proudly, puffing out her chest.

Summer sipped her tea. “Mmhm. The coolest.”

You gave Autumn a look, but she just grinned innocently, licking the last bit of glaze from her hoof.

After tea, you returned upstairs, where more games and stories followed. A round of pretend detective work turned into a pillow duel, which turned into a chaotic search for her “total real and legit, missing treasure map”.

Time flew.

>>42224579
And before you knew it, the light through the window had faded to a dull gray, thick clouds smothering the sky. The room dimmed as shadows blurred and stretched, and the scent of rain lingered in the heavy air.

A gentle knock echoed from downstairs.

Rain Shine had come to take you home.

The knock at the door turned out not to be goodbye after all.

Rain Shine had barely stepped inside when Summer Blaze, all smiles and sincerity, insisted firmly, that both of you stay for dinner.

“I won’t hear any polite refusals,” she said, already floating out an extra bowl. “You’re staying. You look like you could use a proper meal and some quiet.”

Rain Shine’s smile was gracious and touched with something deeply warm. “Then I accept. Thank you, Summer. Truly.”

Dinner wasn’t extravagant, but it didn’t need to be. Summer had made a simple root vegetable stew with wild greens and golden dumplings that filled the whole house with a savory, herb-rich scent. She ladled it generously into mismatched bowls, and the four of you Autumn, Summer, Rain Shine, and you sat around the low kitchen table, cozy and close.

It felt like a family dinner.

Small talk carried across the table, stories from Summer’s garden, Rain Shine mentioning a few of her less-than-productive conversations at the market, and Autumn slipping in random nonsense facts and dramatic reenactments of The Great Pillow Lava Disaster of Earlier Today.

You tried not to choke on your dumpling from laughing.

Rain Shine watched Autumn with soft eyes. You noticed her relax more and more with each smile, each giggle that came from her. The tension she had carried all day had eased into something calm, something content.

When the bowls were nearly empty and the last dumpling was dunked, Autumn leaned across the table, eyes wide with hope.

“Rain Shine,” she asked, “can Anon sleep over tonight?”

Your ears perked. You looked at her, then quickly at Rain Shine. “Can I?”

Rain Shine blinked in pleasant surprise. “Well… if it’s alright with Summer.”

Summer chuckled, already stacking bowls. “I think it’s a wonderful idea.”

Autumn squealed with delight. “Yes!”

You grinned, your earlier weariness forgotten. “This is gonna be awesome!”

Rain Shine stood and walked around the table to you. She lowered her head and gave you a gentle hug, pressing her cheek to yours for a moment.

“Be on your best behavior,” she said with a teasing lilt.

“I will,” you promised.

She nuzzled the top of your mane. “And try not to destroy the house.”

“No promises,” Autumn chimed in from across the table.

Rain Shine gave a mock sigh and turned to Summer. “Thank you again. I know he’ll be in good hooves.”

Summer waved her off with a warm smile. “Always.”

Rain Shine said her goodbyes, one last loving look in her eyes as she stepped out into the evening air, the door closing gently behind her.

>>42224582
The house felt quieter, but still full.

You and Autumn looked at each other, already buzzing with energy again.

Without needing to be asked, you both hopped into action, gathering dishes, scrubbing bowls, and helping Summer sweep up the last few crumbs. She directed with the quiet efficiency of a practiced mother, but smiled the whole time.

And when everything was finally clean and put away, you and Autumn bolted back upstairs, already mid-debate about whether to play another round of detective, pirates, or invent a whole new game altogether.

The rest of the evening was yours.

The fort had started as a lopsided mess of pillows, quilts, and chair legs, but somewhere between your third round of “treasure hunters” and the last sleepy game of shadow puppets, it had turned into a little world all its own.

Now it was your world.

Quiet. Soft. Glowing faintly from a single lantern tucked behind a blanket wall.

Outside the fort, the house was still. The village even more so. It had finally started to rain.

Rain tapped gently against the windows, a soft, steady rhythm that filled the silence. The distant rustle of wind through the wet trees was the only thing that made it feel like the world was still turning at all.

Inside, you and Autumn lay side by side, buried under a mountain of mismatched blankets. Her tail was draped lazily over your hind legs, and your shared pile of pillows had been molded into something just shy of an actual bed.

Neither of you spoke for a long time.

You were both too tired.

Not just from all the games, but from everything that had come before. The fire, the fear, the relief, the laughter. You felt like you’d lived three days in one.

Your eyes fluttered half-shut.

Then, through the quiet, you heard her voice.

Soft. Sleepy. Barely louder than the rustling of the blankets.

“…I love you, Anon.”

It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t uncertain. It was just honest.

Simple.

You blinked, the words melting gently into your chest. They didn’t scare you. They didn’t confuse you. But they did make your heart feel a little fuller.

You thought about how worried you’d been for her.

How hard you tried to make her smile again.

And how right this moment felt, her there beside you, warm and safe under the same roof, in the same fort, breathing the same quiet air.

It didn’t take long to find your answer.

“…I love you too, Autumn.”

There was no reply.

You turned your head just slightly and found her breathing slow and steady, her cheek pressed into the pillow, already asleep.

A soft smile touched your lips.

You watched her for another moment, then snuggled deeper under the blanket and closed your eyes.

The pillow fort held your warmth.

The house held your peace.

And sleep came easily.

Sorry this one took a while. I was hoping to have it done by Mother’s Day, but I didn’t want to rush it and mess up any of the emotional parts. Anyway, let me know what you think.

>>42224574
Not in front of the foals!

>>42224591
Boring.

>>42224594
I had no idea foals will be a part of this already that was unexpected because the way the story was going Anon didn't had kids yet.

>>42224591
Its a cute lovely story great job .

>>42224591
good story so far but I gotta say that doublespaced second person prose is a lot more straining to read than greentext

>>42224601
I originally wanted to save the foal reveal for the end, but it felt too much like a tired rendition of the stupid "and that's how I met your mother" meme. Whether this unexpected approach worked or not is entirely up to (You), the readers.

>>42224630
I hope there will be at least some lewd things anon will say as he recalls the love scene he did with Derpy that night.

>>42224644
Perhaps some muffin puns that will fly right over the little heads of his foals, but coerce a few laughs from Derpy.

>>42224406
Lovely family time, pretty good!
>>42224390
very kino, love the world building to get Anon up to date since his 1 year coma!
>>42224591
Love the teasing that Autumn Blaze does with Anon, makes them the best of friends, good work!

>>42224675
>!
>!
>!
stop shouting all the time faggot

>3 updates back-to-back
Ooh yeah, I'm eating good tonight!

>>42224390
wow glad to see anon is meeting everyone and discovering what is new it is awesome

>>42177410
>Some part of you regrets not moving into Cloudsdale
>Your wings may as well be busted for how much you can use them
>And you're currently stranded in a house that's maybe close to a mile off the ground
>Seriously, it's like these pegasi live in the stratosphere
>On the plus side, you could spit over the side of your house and hit somepony
>Down side being you wouldn't be able to see it
>You're currently circling the edge of your house
>While you won't be flying today, you can stretch your wings out without too much pain
>So even if you fumble and trip over your own hooves off the edge of your house you'd survive
>But that's the problem
>You'd only survive
>And now you have a tortoise to look after
>Not to mention the fact you have no real way of getting back up here
>Fluttershy doesn't seem like that strong a flier
>And you'd probably look crazy asking some of the random pegasi on the ground for help
>Wait-
>You knock a hoof to your head
>Those were the kind of thoughts Rainbow was working to convince you weren't true
>Still, that aside
>You'd rather ask someone you know for help
>Like Flitter, or Cloud Chaser
>And you're not sure if they'd go all the way to Ponyville for a lunch break
>With a sigh, you sit your haunches on the cloud
>Here you are
>Stranded on a sky island
>If you lived in Cloudsdale you could just hop from cloud to cloud
>Maybe even visit Hot Stuff and her family
>But no, you, paranoid as you were, insisted on isolation
>You're reminded that you're not completely alone though by a wrinkled face slowly headbutting your side
>Looking down you see Tank's blank green face looking back up at you
>What does a tortoise do for fun?
>Aside from waddle everywhere slowly
>Well, he's Rainbow Dash's pet, so that gives you some clues
>She probably takes him on fast flights
>That's not on the menu today
>For all you know she plays with Wonderbolt action figures with him
>What else?
>Daring Do
>The name pings in your mind suddenly
>You did ask Twilight to send you any spare books of it she had while at the lake yesterday
>No way down to collect them though
>A sudden, shrill ring and a burst of purple out of your peripheral nearly makes you jump out of your feathers
>Tank seems just as surprised, letting out what seems like a scream as he shrinks completely into his shell
>It spins slightly and wobbles towards the edge
>You quickly grab him and place him onto your back
>Damn, what's his shell made of? Concrete
>Looking over to the source of the light and noise, you see a box has appeared on your doorstep
>Just appeared
>Out of nowhere
>Magic
>Walking over to the box you poke it with a bit of hesitance
>You feel Tank peek his head slightly out of his shell
>The both of you share a brief look before you shrug and kneel to the box
>'To Anon, please don't crease or fold the pages and be careful with the spines'
>O...kay...
>You open the box, not sure what you were expecting

>>42224906
>But you're pleasantly surprised to see half a dozen Daring Do books staring back at you
>Oh
>It's from Twilight
>Would it kill her to sign her mail
>Also how did she get this up here?
>You go back to the edge of your house and look over it
>No sign of anything purple below
>Strange
>But you can't be bothered to care at this point
>Heading into the house, you bite an edge of the box and carry it in
>Putting it down on the couch, you shift Tank onto one of the cushions as you look through the books
>After a while, you're able to determine which one is the first in the series and stack the others to the side
"Alright, Tank, guess it's a lazy day today"
>The tortoise slowly moves over beside you and lays down
>With a flick of your muzzle you open the book to the first page and begin reading through
>After a while, you turn the page, only to notice Tank moving out of your peripherals
>You don't pay it much mind initially
>Until his foot comes down on the page and tries to turn it back
>The page almost bends awkwardly under his stiff movement so you shift his foot and turn the page back
>If he's as slow to read as he is to move you're going to be here a while
>After a few minutes you try to turn the page again, only to be stopped again
>You bring a hoof to your face and get up from the couch
"Dude, I'm gonna... I don't know, do something for a while, just read on without me." You sigh with a shake of your head as you hop off the table. "Don't worry, I'll be able to catch up." You mutter
>A snap and tug on your tail pulls your attention back to the tortoise
"What? Are you hungry?"
>He shakes his head
"Thirsty?"
>Another no
"Do you want me to jump off this cloud"
>He shakes his head a little faster, you think
"Well, that makes one of us"
>Paper crinkles as he pokes the page over and over
"You... can't read?"
>Another no
"Then what!? What do you want!?"
>You're almost gaining a new appreciation for the prism pony for being able to put up with this thing
>Tank begins alternating between poking the page, poking you, then poking himself
"You... want to read together?"
>Finally, a nod
"I'm confused as to what we've been doing for the last," you check the clock, "twenty minutes"
>He then points to you again, then his mouth and opens and shuts it as he pokes the page, and it begins to click
"You want me to read to you?"
>Another nod
"You're serious?"
>A third nod
>Your wings sag as you sigh and clamber back onto the couch
>Tank shifts against your side, and you quickly realize he's pressing slightly against you
>Despite the slight headache, he really is a sweet pet
>With a wing draped over the tortoise for extra warmth and comfort, you turn the book back to the page and started again
"As Daring Do trekked through the tropical jungle, the wet heat sapped her energy, and slowed her every step."
<>
>Time passed you and Tank by, and before you knew it, it was way past lunch time o'clock
>What do tortoises eat?
>Rainbow Dash's note doesn't say

>>42224907
>Meh, they're vegetarians like you
>You'll just make him some of what you make for yourself
>After a brief rummage through the kitchen, the time of which, it takes Tank to go from the couch to your table just a few feet away, you've rustled up some good green grub
>He smiles and digs into the salad at a slow pace
>You try to join him, emphasis on slow, but your slowest speed is like ten times faster than his
>As you finish yours, you see he's not even halfway done
>And showing no signs of stopping
>With a hop back and forth you grab the book and bring it back to the table and continue reading
>You're barely a paragraph in before you stop
>There's a knock on the door
>Can't be Rainbow Dash, she'd act like she owns the place
>One of the others maybe?
>Has the apple hick finally come for the tree you decided to keep?
>You flick your eyes to the corner of the room where the tree rests
>It really does tie the whole place together
>You never thought you'd be willing to die for interior decoration, yet here you are
>The door opens, and where you expected a southern, stetson wearing cowpony, you're instead met with a pink coated colt
"Mach?"
>"Hi, Mi- Mister Anon" The words are polite, but awkward, as if practiced
"Anon's fine. What are you doing out here?" You look across your yard and see no sign of Hot Stuff or Short Fuse
>He seems to brighten a little at your casual demeanour
>"I finished my chores early and asked my mom and dad and they said it was okay to come here"
"Really?" Is what you ask
>REALLY!? Is what you're thinking
>You know these ponies were trusting but this is something else
>They barely know you beyond the tips you leave them and they're willing to trust you with one of their kids?
>Speaking of
"How'd you even get here?"
>"I flew, duh" He says, flittering his wings
"By yourself?"
>He was less than half your size and Cloudsdale must have been miles away
>Maybe more if it drifted
>"I've always been a fast flier" He says with no small amount of pride
>Although, now that you're looking closer
>He's sweating
>Heavily
>And trying to resist the clear urge he has to pant
"Kid, breathe" You say, simply
>"Wh- what, I- I'm fine, m- my lungs are great, I could d- do laps"
>The more he talks, the more the facade cracks
>A lot of pride, not so much age, and probably trying to make a good first impression
>You've never claimed to be good with kids but you don't want him passing out in front of you
>With a crouch you poke his chest gently and some of the breath he was trying to hold spills
"Mach... breathe." You say again, firmer
>You bring a hoof to your chest, breathe in, then slowly breathe out
>Mach quickly follows suit, finally sagging as he tries catching his breath
>He then attempts to match his breathing with you
>When you're certain he's getting air back you guide him into your house and shoo him over to the couch
"Rest. I'm getting you some water."
>The couch lets out a soft thud and Mach lets out a small groan

>>42224908
>You hear the snapping of jaws and look over to see Tank approaching your newest guest
>"Cool turtle" Mach says, patting Tank's shell
"It's a tortoise" You correct
>"What's the difference?"
"I have no idea" You admit as you bring him a glass of water
>He chugs it so fast it's as if it was never there to begin with
>You had made yourself one too but decide to slide him that one as well
>This one he takes at a much more measured pace, but still finishes
>You weren't thirsty anyway
>"Thanks, Anon"
"Why are you here, Mach?" You finally decide to ask now that he's somewhat rested from his flight
>Some part of you goes through the worst-case scenarios in your head
>You shake them away a second later
>This is Equestria
>Things are fine here
>You didn't need to wait for the other shoe to drop
>There are no shoes to drop here
>Except horseshoes
>Do those count?
>You're getting off-topic
>You shake your thoughts away and turn back to Mach who was idly spinning his glass in his lap
>"I heard you got hurt real bad."
>His voice is childish, but his words are serious
>You don't know what his folks told him cause you don't know how much they know
>They might have seen you fly past-
>Ooooooh
>Did he see you fall too?
>Your eyes flick to him and you see him shrink into himself
>Damn it
>How do you comfort a small child that almost saw you paint the ground?
>Your eyes turn to Tank, hoping he might have some insight
>One eye slowly blinks, then the other
>You don't know what you expected
>Instinctively, you simply hum and shrug
"I walked it off." You half-joke
>He seems to appreciate your casual tone again as he relaxes
>Were Hot Stuff and Short Fuse tense about you?
>Why would they be?
>You're just a custo-
>Do they already see you as a friend?
>Confound these ponies
"Just don't get any ideas about doing what I did though, alright Mach?" Your eyes meet his to make sure he's taking you seriously
>He tenses ever so slightly then nods
>You tousle his mane with a glad smile
>Definitely a good kid
>Hopefully not too influenceable
>But if he is, hopefully you can guide him in the right direction
>"But... but...", he starts, and seems to strain himself slightly "you were", then his wings start to buzz as he bolts up, "SO! COOL!"
>Cool?
>You?
>"I mean, you were all, SHWOOSH, ZWHOOM!" Mach takes off like a rocket, spinning Tank on his shell as he does
>A hoof to Tank stops him as you turn him back right side up
>As Mach flies around your home, doing turns and flips that you definitely didn't do. "And- and then you did that upward screw turn!"
>He barrels through your ceiling
>You're not paying to fix that
>The weather factory probably won't notice a small bit of missing cloud
>"And you beat Rainbow Dash!" He lands as quickly as he rose beside you, almost making you jump
>Was that really so impressive?
"I thought the Thunderbolts were the impressive ones around here"
>Tank bites you
>Not hard
>But the attempt hurts
>"Wonderbolts"

>>42224909
>Seems they were both displeased by your faux pas
>Right. Them.
>"And, yeah, she's not one of them, but she did the Sonic Rainboom!"
"The sonic what now?"
>This is new
>He looks at you like you just grew a second head
>So does Tank
>You've never seen so much emotion on a tortoise's face
>"You don't know what the Sonic Rainboom is!? Have-"
"-I been living under a rock?" You finish his sentence for him. "Yes. I get that a lot."
>He shrinks a bit as he realizes what he was about to say. "Sorry"
>You wave him off with a chuckle
"Relax, kid, like I said, I get that a lot. What even is this Sonic Raincloud?"
>"It's the Sonic Rainboom, she did it at the best young flyer competition a while ago, and it's supposed to be an urban legend, but she did it!"
>No wonder this kid flies around so fast
>You're already exhausted from his energy
"Okay but what IS it?" You ask
>"Well, apparently you break a... um-" he pauses as he tries to put it into words
>His parents probably explained it, but you'd bet they used things he hadn't been taught in school yet
>"You break the something barrier and create a circular rainbow that goes out for miles"
"The... sound barrier?"
>"Yeah! That was it!" He bounces excitedly as you fill in the gap, then slows. "What's the sound barrier?"
>You briefly ignore his question as you try to wrap your head around what you just learned
"You're telling me Rainbow Dash can go at mach speed?"
>Tank nods slowly with a small smile on his face, seemingly proud of his owner
>"Hey, that's my name!" He chirps
>How the hell do you explain the scientific intricacies of sound waves to a child?
>You sigh and decide to take the easy route and not bother trying
"Yes. Yes it is." You answer
>Mach
>Seriously!? Mach speed!?
>How durable is she?
>How durable are you?
>Questions for later
>"Is that tree real?"
>Like most kids, Mach's attention focuses on the next thing his eyes land on
>You hum as you look up and nod
"Yeah, why?"
>"We don't normally get real trees up here except for Hearth's Warming"
>You're about to ask what that is, but you've already stuck your hoof in your mouth enough for the day
"Well, I imagine it's a heavy haul"
>"No, apparently stuff from the ground can't stay in clouds like we can unless you use magic. I don't really get it"
>You don't really get it either
>But you have to pretend like you do cause every other adult does
"It's there cause of a prank, a... friend? of mine is a unicorn, she probably did it to help the one who put it there"
>He snickers to himself as he flits around the tree. "Your friends sound fun"
>His words briefly make you pause for a moment before a smile inches onto your muzzle
"Yeah, they're alright."
>He sits in one of the boughs of the tree, in awe for some reason
>Has he rarely been on the ground, or is it just the novelty of it?
"What about you?" You ask. He hums as he looks away from the tree to you. "Your friends."
>His bright posture dims as his wings go slack beside him

>>42224910
>"They- they're-!" He tries to muster up some lie, but chokes on the words
>You don't say anything
>Neither does he
>God you suck at this
>What would one of those ponies say?
>Probably something he's heard a million times already
>"They... they make fun of me at school." You feel your heart ache at his words. "Call me Mock Speed, say I can't fly, I'm smaller than them, and I've got my stupid mom's stupid pink coat-"
>He chokes down a sob as he hugs himself
>Probably been holding it in for a while
>You're not sure which is making him cry more
>Being made fun of for his pink coat
>Or the fact he just called his mom stupid
>He strikes you as a through-and-through mama's colt
>He stifles as his sobs subside. "I just wish they'd leave me alone..."
"I know that feeling" You murmur out the words before you even register them as a thought
>His head snaps up to look at you
>"You do?" His voice is weak
>You unfurl one of your wings and flinch at the slight pain that ripples up through it as your graze the feathers with a hoof
"I... have been here for about six... going on seven months now?" You pause briefly as the reality of what you're about to say makes a lump in your throat that you have to swallow. "And I have been... alone, until a few weeks ago... when Rainbow Dash first talked to me."
>He sniffles again, and wipes at his eyes, trying to go back to putting on a tough face
>"Yeah, not having friends suck, but- but what's your family like?" He asks, a small beat of hope in the question
>Your eyes meet, and some part of you wants to lie about your situation
>To keep the cheerful mood going for his sake
>But you get the feeling that's what he gets at home
>And he probably gets enough of it there
"No, Mach. I- I'm just alone." You say, lightly shaking your head
>He pauses briefly, seemingly not processing your words, then, you see in his eyes how they sink in
>His head hangs low in the boughs
"Look, if kids are bullying you, you can always just fly into their heads. That oughta put them off the idea." You offer
>It's probably not what he wants to hear
>But you don't know what he wants to hear
>"...that's why I came here"
>You hum at his words, confused
>"You were the only one... who didn't yell at me when I crashed into them"
>So that's why he flinched back at Hot Stuff's
>"You seemed nice and... I... I just wanted to hang out with somepony"
>You sigh and mull over his words, and try to think of some kind of response
"Look, Mach, you can't make peo- ponies be your friend. But you don't want to either." This draws his attention again. "You've probably heard this a zillion times at home, so it's probably lost a lot of meaning, so take it from someone on the outside. You're a good kid." He slowly perks up a little at your words. "Give it time, and you'll find that your friends will come to you, and you'll find them in the most unlikely of places."
>Like in a field you crashed into
>The thought makes you smile
>"Can we be friends?"

>>42224911
>The question makes your head snap up to look at him again
>He's bouncing slightly on the tree
>Friends with a kid less than half your age
>Your mind is setting off more red alerts than you can process
>Then they start to calm as you remind yourself the things you've seen
>Rainbow has Scootaloo
>And his parents trust you for some reason
>That sounds nice
>A smile crosses your muzzle as you go to reply
>Then there's a sinking feeling in your chest
>Why did such a heavy breeze flow in?
>Why is there a hole in your wall?
>Where's the tree?
>Where's Mach!?
“KID!”
>You feel your give as you launch yourself off the couch
>Nothing's broken so you force the muscles to snap your wings correct and soar down
>You can't see any pink, only the brown trunk
>And it's getting further away
>It feels like you're setting your wings on fire as you force them to fly faster
>Faster than you ever have before
>You finally start to catch up to the tree
>Latching onto it, the wind tries to rip the air out of your lungs as the fire in your wings burns hotter with each second
"MACH!?"
>All you get in response is a fearful scream that gets whipped away by the wind
>You're forced to awkwardly scramble through the tree as it flips, turns and spins through the air
>Tears get pulled from your eyes from the wind speed but you see a blur of pink squirming in the tree
>You force yourself towards him, your wings, unable to click to your sides getting tangled in the branches
>The pain doesn't stop you as you reach up and grab hold of something soft and fuzzy
>With a small yank you pull him into you and he clings to your chest
>You look around but you don't know which way is up and your wings are still snagged in the branches
>Bracing your hooves against the trunk, you simply push
>It takes a few of whatever precious seconds you have, but your hooves win out
>You let out a yell of pain as you feel your wing tear itself out from how it tangled itself around a branch and you launch yourself through snapping twigs and branches out of the tree
>You're in the open air
>But your wings refuse to talk to you anymore after what you did
>All you can do to orientate yourself is realize you're about to crash into a very familiar forest
>The one that's haunted your nightmares since you got here
>The one you swore you'd never go back to
>You tuck Mach close as you curl into a ball and turn your back towards the trees
>This is gonna hurt

https://ponepaste.org/10481#2747
an extra big update because I haven't updated in a while and to welcome the beginning of a new thread
admittedly, this part went a different direction than I initially intended, but when I write I tend to let my brain flow instead of stay locked on one thing

>>42224913
Pretty good update to the green anon, keep up the good work

>>42224647
Hmm maybe when the foals are no longer in sight Derpy and Anon can recap the rest of their saucy intimate details or reenactment it once their four foals are put to sleep that way we won't miss out on those extra scenes.

>>42224913
fantastic I cant wait for more

>>42224726
Gotta have to catch up after work too.

New thread and a whole lot of horse words to read? Today is going to be a good day.

>>42224591
Absolutely beautiful Anon.

>>42224591
Good shit bro. Keep it up, we're all itching to see how this story ends.

>>42224406
Anon is certainly having loads of fun and love with Derpy which is cute

>>42224406
Adorable!

>>42224591
Great stuff Anon. Can't wait to see what's next.

>>42224390
>Anon has the same reaction to the castle as Twilight
Fully understandable.

>>42226264
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C9uVeJX0M_w

Bump

>>42226266
It kind of is an eyesore in the landscape. It would have been ten times better if they restored the castle ruins in the Everfree.

>>42226948
if they HAD to use the chest cause it looked like a seed, just have it go into the remains of Golden Oaks Library, and then just make that castle-sized, but keep it as an actual tree

>>42224913
Dang, shit got real.

>>42227131
Some Anon made an edit of that, many years ago. He literally just recolored the castle with tree colors and it looked pretty decent.

>>42227491
Leave the blessing up this time, janny

>>42227480
>Didn't find it on the boorus
God damn it.

>>42224913
KINO!

>>42224726
indeed, lots of good greens to read!

>>42227505
What was it this time?

>>42228880
It was a simple link, but the implied message was:
>REEE! You're all a bunch of trannies! Go play with the petfags in /ptfg/!

>>42229040
what's a petfag?

>>42229054
It's those weirdos who want to treated like pet animals.

>>42229040
that one dude (likely just a offboarder) is super obsessed to the point the janitor can easily recognise it's him and delete his posts. You'd think he'd just shift click but nope he's just that mad that he checks somewhat frequenty to see if the janitor deleted his shit comment, quite sad.

>>42224591
I think it's pretty good and i have no complaints

>>42225313
Yeah, the thread is having a high time.

>>42190053

anon if he was in a MLP:FIM episode

>>42224406
>One passionate night later...
>You're awakened by a warm beam of sunlight peeking through the nearby window.
"Ugh, morning already?"
>You yawn and roll to the side, colliding with something soft.
"Huh?"
>Something stirs beneath the sheets.
>"Mmmm~!"
>Strike that, somePONY stirs beneath the sheets.
>You immediately snap out of your half-asleep daze and begin to panic.
>Who in their right mind would break into your home and sleep in your bed?!
>You stare at the muffin pattern blanket and...wait a minute, you don't have muffin pattern blankets.
>Then it dawns on you: this isn't your house.
>Derpy's head pokes out from the covers, her frazzled blonde mane sticking out in every direction.
>She slowly blinks each eye individually before looking up at you.
>"Good morning, Anon~!"
>That bubbly voice of hers somehow manages to calm your nerves.
>At least it's somepony you know.
>"You really...*huff*...s-showed me a good time last night~!" She squeaks. "Thank you."
>The amorous mare scoots over for a morning snuggle.
>You instinctively snuggle Derpy back, pulling her in for a tender morning kiss.
>Her ears twitch in response to the unexpected lip action.
>She's so damn adorkable!
>Frankly, it's bizarre how all of this affection feels...NATURAL...
>You've only known Derpy for half a day, and yet you're already treating her like a wife.
>This almost feels like a sappy love story or something.
>"Want some breakfast?"
>Derpy places a hoof on your face and smiles.

>>42230749
Really hope we can hear what happened the rest of their sexy time together that night once anon finish telling the story to his foals.

>>42230749
this is great, giggled at the muffin pattern blankets since it made me think if Derpy had the chance she would have a house shaped like a muffin

>>42230749
oooh nice

>>42230994
Would be funny if finding that out became the plot for the rest of the story.

>>42230640
where does he think he's going with all that ass?

>>42231858
off to get more donuts from Donut Joe, i'm sure we all love a good donut.

>>42224913
Poor Anon, he just can not catch a break. good update.

>>42231858
Impressing his marefriend.

>>42229040
Ah, so the usual idiocy then.

>>42230749
Quite lovely jubbly, good writing as per usual Anon

When you imagine yourself as a stallion in Equestria, do you picture the classic green coat, black mane, and question mark butt mark we all know and love? Or do you imagine a different color scheme and unique cutie mark of your own? Maybe you’ve even created an OC to represent yourself. what’s he like?

>>42233184
I'm more of a Anon enjoyer than imaging a new and unique stallion so when I imagine a stallion's adventure in Equestria in my mind it's always Anon because it just feels more mysterious and cool and I suppose for the other ponies seeing Anon with his question cutie mark makes them curious about Anon which could result in many cool situations and the sort.

>>42233184
When I'm thinking of Anon ("all of us") I imagine the green-and-black, but when thinking of myself I imagine more of an OC.

>>42233376
This, Anonstallion stories are for green body and black mane, my own self inserting stories are for my OC

>>42233776
>>42233376
This. The true question is how would the Anonstallion in you default to interact with Yourself?

https://ponepaste.org/8125
I know it hasn't been updated in a while, but this series by RealDash has Anonstallion. It's cute but not enough. Hope he brings it back someday.

>>42234024
WHEW that's a pretty great paste

>>42233184
I don't actually have a set self image in mind. Anonstallion is reserved for when reading about what he does even when they're written in first person since there's often just too much of a difference between what I would do in a situation and what's written to happen. My OC is also too defined and doing his own thing in Manehattan. It's not that he couldn't be in these situations, they'd just play out very differently. And as for when I pocture MYSELF, it's entirely in first person since I have no idea what I would look like as a stallion.
Insert Xavier renegade angel ramble about the concept of the self here

>>42233842
Anonstallion is definitely more of an upstanding citizen of Ponyville than Anonymous the human and Anonfilly

>>42234698
Anonstallion might TRY to be an upstanding citizen. You can take the faggot out of the imageboard, but you can't take the imageboard out of the faggot

>>42234709
Nah. Unless you're a turbo retard, you can learn to assimilate into a truly functional community.

>>42230749
Cute.

>>42234709
>>42234965
>the setting: Ponyville market
>Anonstallion walks up to a carrot stall
>"Okay, Anon, just ask for a bundle of carrots, pay, and go. No need to voice any observations, or opinions, or make things awkward." he thinks to himself.
"Hello, sir, I'd like one bundle of your fine carrots."
>already so many critiques and snide remarks are shooting around his head, vying to be the first to be blurted out
>"Sure thing, pal. That'll be 5 bits." the stall owner says as he gets the carrots bundled and bagged.
"No problem."
>"Bet it took a lot of restraint to keep it to 5, Mr. Shekelbit." Just one of the many crass things testing his willpower. Sweat is now forming on his brow. His hoof shaking a little as he brings the bits to the counter.
"H-here you go."
>"Thanks, bud. Enjoy and come again soon." The carrot bag is traded for the bits.
"Of course, good sir. A pleasure doing business with you."
>the farewell is said through grit teeth and now sweat drenched lips.
>Anonstallion grabs the bag and bolts it back home, becoming a green flash and spinning out any pony unfortunate enough to be in his path. The deluge of insults must be released in the privacy of his basement.
>"Always nice seeing that guy." the stall runner says to himself in blissful obliviousness

>>42235159
>Anonstallion is having a polite conversation with various ponies
>All the while, unbeknownst to the ponies, every single slur in pony history is bouncing around in his head
>He's even inventing some new ones
>They all just think about how he has a wonderful smile

>>42235159
>>42235503
God, Luna will have a field day with him in his sleep.

>>42224913
looking forward to the next update to the green since im now caught up to the latest here

>Anonstallion
>AnonSTALLION
>Anon is now a horse, making him the tallest equine

>>42236085
Unf.

>>42236085
>making him the tallest equine
>Celestia breathing heavy as she realizes her unmareish fantasies of having a stallion big enough to mount her is actually possible

>>42220273
>>42220418
>>42220515
>>42220802

>Tempest nodded at you before you could even turn to look at her.
>”I heard it too.”
>She stared at the air right beside your head.
>Where there was nothing.
>You shivered again.
>The temperature was plummeting, fast enough that fingers of frost formed on the window.
“Should we go search for it somewhere?”
>She shook her head and let out a breath that formed a cloud of silvery mist.
>”It’s here.”
>Her hoof hit the floor with a loud thump.
>”Show yourself! What business do you have with us?”
>A silence followed.
>”Why… are you here?”
>A hushed, dull voice came from somewhere right next to her.
“We just needed a place to hide and then stay the night. We didn’t know there was anyone here. All we’ll do is sleep and leave.”
>”You need… shelter?”
>Another silence followed, after which you heard a quiet rattle before a cat walked into the kitchen from the living room.

>”I understand. We will share this shelter.”
>The cat – grey with black stripes – leaped onto the table and sat down, staring at you.
>”There is food in the closet. Fill my bowl.”
>It didn’t speak, really, but more made you aware of what it had to say.
>You didn’t remember seeing a bowl, nor a cat bed or anything.
>Tempest let out a chuckle.
>”A cat? What are you doing here, and who do you think you are making demands?”
>It stood up and padded as close to the mare as it could on the table.
>Its tail flicked back and forth.
>”This is my territory. My nest.”
>Tempest rolled her eyes, then looked at you.
>”Whatever. I need a shower. Play with the cat if you wish.”

What would you like to do?

>>42236085
Being the tallest means he rules equestria btw

>>42236524
It doesn't seem to be so bad (yet?). Guess it's okay to heed her wish and fill the bowl.
Alternatively I'd say to check on Tempest afterwards, just to be sure that everything is alright, but that could become somewhat strange when she is in the shower.

>>42236524
Wait a minute this whole time we were haunted by a cat this is either unexpected or anti climatic either way ask Tempest if we can join her in the shower after that frightful situation we rather be spending time cozy and relaxed being with her than playing with the cat.

>>42236553
>haunted by a cat
A cat that can speak, mind you.

>>42236524
Well look at what the cat drag in literally as a matter of fact I guess this solve the mystery voice anon Kirin and Tempest had been hearing in this house Talk to the cat who it is, is it alone, what's it doing in this abandoned town, how can it talk, and why was it scaring them like that? And then go with Tempest so these ponies can resume where they left off together tempest did said that she find Kirin anon cute and would want to show him how he can tell when a mare is the Mood for lewd activities trying it out in the bathroom could be a good place to start.

>>42236085
>Anonstallion
>Anon'sTALLion
ahh kek

>>42236524
do as the cat asks, seems a reasonable enough request, then see if Tempest wants any "help" scrubbing her back in the shower

Up from 9.

>>42224913
Ah this is grand, good writing Sunn.

>>42236525
could Anonstallion even rule Equestria by himself? Depending if he's just a tall ass unicorn or a alicorn.

>>42236524
>”There is food in the closet. Fill my bowl.”
Kek

>What would you like to do?
Feed the cat

>>42223662
I dunno Anon, ask the Apple family.

>>42236524
Feed the cat.
Pet the cat.

>>42238702
I'm pretty sure there's a difference between thematically similar cutie marks and outright having the same exact one naturally

>>42223626 (OP)
Speedyblue is still trying to get Anon between her legs after all this time...

>>42238832
They make for a neat couple though.

>>42239188
I'm more of an 'Anon x Fluttershy' man myself.

>"I'm going to Equestria to marry my waifu!"
NOPE
You're going straight to the fields to WORK

>>42239313
>Anon tries to escape the wagie life but it still comes after him in Equestria
At least he doesn't have to experience angry customers, only angry ponies now haha

>>42239313
>Anonstallion rags to riches story

>>42239194
>Anon x Fluttershy
Based. I want to have horse sex with Flutters so bad.

>>42239313
And that's bad because...?
Dude doesn't even remember Winter Wrap Up. They have lots of ponies working on the fields.

>>42239366
Raising foals with Fluttershy!

>>42239313
>implying I'd be a mudbeast

>>42239502
Can you fly?
Can you do magic?
No?
Then you’re an Earth Pony.
Deal with it.

>>42239603
>Can you do magic?
>No?
I can do card tricks

>>42236395
Fuck now I really want to see Celestia struggle to maintain her composure with Anonstallion being bigger than her
You just know having to look up to address him is gonna do things to her

>>42239609
That’s not magic.
That’s sleight of hand.
There’s a difference.

>>42239664
Oh yeah?
What about THIS?

>>42239687
WHAT THE FUCK SPOILER THAT SHIT

>>42239687
Now try doing that with a hoof.

>>42239720
>hoof degloving

>>42239849
I didn't need to see that.

>>42224390
>The rest of the afternoon carried on in much a similar fashion.
>You and Fluttershy stroll through the market, picking up healthy foods Nurse Redheart recommended while occasionally saying hi to some friendly faces.
>Derpy’s still the mailmare, bless her heart.
>Daring Do books are still selling like hotcakes.
>Something pink zooms out of the corner of your vision at one point.
>You couldn’t tell what exactly it was, but the brief glimpse of it stuck with you.
>But that didn’t remain in the forefront of your mind for very long, as that mental real estate was stolen when you and Fluttershy arrived at Sugarcube Corner.
>Your sweet tooth aches just thinking about the sugary treats that wait within.
>Fluttershy notices what your eyes have landed on and giggles.
>”It looks like we’ve got everything you’ll need for the next week, I think you’ve earned your treat.” She says to you with a smile.
>Your legs are sore and your eyes are straining a little from all the natural sunlight.
>Plus all the idle conversation around you is making your ears ring a little.
>You hope you’ve earned this.
>”Do you want me to order for you? I still remember your favorite treat!” Fluttershy pridefully offers.
>Your favorite treat.
>Your favorite treat…
>...It’s a blur.
>”Oh, yeah? Then what is it?” You ask her with a smirk, subtly inviting her to fill in the blank.
>”A chocolate cupcake with vanilla frosting and rainbow sprinkles!” Fluttershy confidently answers.
>That sounds right.
“Hey, that’s right! You really did remember!”
>”Of course I remembered! I wanted to make sure you got to enjoy your first day back on your hooves!” Fluttershy beams at you before leaning in a little closer.
>”By the way, you can just say you forgot.” She whispers to you.
>Your cheeks flare up at having been found out.
“L-Let’s just go inside.” You try to dismiss the topic.
>Fluttershy giggles victoriously as she trots ahead of you towards Sugarcube Corner.
>You follow her, making your way through the doors as Fluttershy holds them open extra wide to make space for your walker.
>The moment you cross the threshold, your nostrils are met with the delightfully familiar scents of baked goods of all kinds.
>You don’t live here (unlike Pinkie), but it’s the kind of scent that immediately makes you feel at home.
>Fluttershy helps you move past the tables full of townsfolk enjoying their baked treats to make your way to the counter.
>Behind the counter is Mrs. Cake, who gives you a wide smile when she sees you.
>”Is that- gosh, we haven’t seen you around here in ages, Anonymous!” Mrs. Cake says to you cheerfully.
“Yeah, sorry I haven’t been here in a while, I slept in a little.” You joke, earning a nice giggle from the baking mare.
>Good to see you’ve retained your dry wit throughout your coma.

>>42240101
>”Are you two here for your usual orders?” Mrs. Cake asks you and Fluttershy.
>”Yes, please!” Fluttershy happily confirms.
>Mrs. Cake turns around and, a quick few moments later, presents you two with a plate of two cupcakes.
>One of the cupcakes is your favorite, and the other is a vanilla cupcake with strawberry frosting and sprinkles: Fluttershy’s favorite.
>The two are connected by a heart drawn with chocolate sauce.
“Wow, that was fast!” You remark.
>”You should thank Pinkie for that when you see her! She personally whipped up these two for ‘Fluttershy and her special somepony’ before rushing out of here.” Mrs. Cake informs you.
>”Do you know where she went?” Fluttershy asks Mrs. Cake as you take hold of the tray of cupcakes.
>”She wouldn’t say, it must be somepony’s birthday in town. Oh, by the way, Pinkie paid for the cupcakes for you!”
>”That’s so nice of her! I wish I could say thanks, but I’m sure we’ll run into her soon. Right, Anon?” Fluttershy says.
>Because you’re holding the tray of cupcakes with your mouth, you answer by slowly nodding up and down to signal agreement.
>”Well, I won’t take any more of your time. You two have a nice day!” Mrs. Cake bids the two of you farewell as she turns her attention to the next customer in line.
>”Thank you, we will!” Fluttershy says to her, then joining you in finding a spot to sit and enjoy your treats.
>As fate would have it, there’s a table for two right beside the window.
>Fluttershy trots on over and helpfully pulls your seat out for you.
>You place the tray on the table, then look at the chair.
>How are you gonna do this with the walker?
>”Oh, um, I think you can just sit back on it. I’ll hold it for you so it doesn’t slip.” Fluttershy offers, getting a good hold of the chair with her teeth.
>Okay, just turn around and sit down.
>But the wheels on your walker…
>”...Anon, do you need help?” Fluttershy asks you.
“No, no, I got this, it’s just… gonna take some getting used to.” You brush off her concerns.
>You pivot around so that your rear is facing towards the chair.
>While holding your breath, you slowly walk backwards to acquaint your flank with the chair.
>When they do meet, the sensation startles you enough to make you lose your footing and fall backward onto the chair.
>You fall back with enough force that the chair slips away and you fall to the floor, drawing the eyes of everypony in Sugarcube Corner.
>You try to turn over and get back onto your hooves, but you don’t have the strength to get back up.
>Your legs wobble and give out every time you try to stand back up, leaving you pathetically struggling on the floor like a newborn foal.

>>42240105
>”Here, hold on.” Fluttershy says to you, holding your forelegs tight.
>She’s strong enough to lift you back up onto your hind legs and get you slowly settled into the chair.
“Thanks, Flutters…” You sheepishly mutter with your head low.
>You know some of the customers are still looking at you.
>You can faintly hear a young filly ask her mom about your walker.
>The sunlight streaming in through the window loses some of its warmth as you stare blankly at the cupcake.
>”...Are you okay, Anon?” Fluttershy quietly asks you.
>You look up to see her giving you a very concerned look.
>She hasn’t touched her cupcake either.
“...Maybe Nurse Redheart’s right, I shouldn’t be eating sugary stuff like this until I can get up off the floor without needing help.” You mutter.
>”But…”
>Fluttershy looks at you pleadingly, visibly conflicted with herself.
>She wants you to enjoy your favorite treat, but she knows that doctor’s orders are what’s best for you right now.
>”...You’re right. I’ll just get these all wrapped up and we can go home, okay?” Fluttershy suggests.
“Okay, thank you.” You say to her.
>Now you feel really stupid.
>You made a scene of falling on the floor trying to get into your chair for nothing.
>”...Hey, we can save these for a really special day, like when you can walk all by yourself! I’m sure Pinkie won’t mind!” She rebounds into a more positive outlook.
>You nod along with her.
“That’s a good idea.” You agree.
>Fluttershy’s slightly wounded by your less-than cheerful response, but she’s got the cupcakes ready to go in no time.
>”Come on, I think what you need is a nice bubble bath and a good night’s sleep in our big, comfy bed.” Fluttershy offers you after securing the cupcakes in her satchel.
>...That does sound really nice.
>You’ve spent the past year immobile in a sterile hospital bed, you’ll probably fall asleep the moment you reach the bed, if you somehow stay awake during the bath.
>Fluttershy offers her hoof to you to help you get going off the chair.
>After hesitating a little, you take her hoof and get up off the chair and the two of you leave Sugarcube Corner.
>Wow, today’s been a long day.
>It’s something you only realize when you see the sun setting.
>It’s the first real sunset you’ve seen in a year.
>Neither you or Fluttershy say anything on the way back to the cottage, although the silence is a little more uncomfortable than it was before.
>The silence is tainted with the experience from Sugarcube Corner.
>If you stumble and fall again, you’ll need help getting up again.
>Even when you were a hyoo-man, as lame as your life was, you could still get up when you fell over.
>Everypony else is doing great.
>Rarity’s got her business, Rainbow’s taking life easy, Twilight’s a princess now for heaven’s sake.
>They all went on to do great things after fighting King Sombra, all you got was a coma and a walker.

>>42240107
>Oh, look, it’s the cottage.
>On the edge of Ponyville, illuminated by the evening sky.
>It looks so peaceful, so serene.
>Such comfortable architecture made even more so by the lush greenery surrounding it.
>It looks just like how you remember it.
>You feel your muscles relax, releasing some tension you didn’t know you were holding.
>It’s a little trickier to get your walker to the cottage with the road becoming less maintained, but you don’t mind.
>That bubble bath sounds really nice right about now.
>Fluttershy must be able to sense what you’re feeling, she gives you a warm smile and goes ahead of you to unlock the door.
>”Here we are, home sweet home.” She welcomes you.
>It’s pitch black inside, but you’re sure it’ll feel alright once you’re actually inside.
>Fluttershy lets you inside, hits the lights, and-
>”SURPRISE!”
>Your heart almost stops.
>You’re blinded by lights and colors, and deafened by the sounds of countless voices all yelling at once.
>When your senses readjust to your new environment, you see what must be half of Ponyville gathered in your and Fluttershy’s living space, all wearing party hats.
>Some of them have kazoos, some have confetti poppers, but all are decked out in party regalia.
>At the front and center is Pinkie Pie, having just tossed out a generous helping of confetti.
>Above all of them is a giant colorful banner reading “WELCOME HOME ANONYMOUS!”
>The colors on the banner are slightly faded, like the banner was made a long time ago in preparation for today.
>You blink to get your mind going again.
>But before you can ask any of the questions fighting to be asked, Pinkie lunges forward and traps you in the tightest hug you’ve felt today by far.
>”I’m so, so, SO sorry I didn’t say hi to you today, but I just KNEW that you needed the biggest, bestest welcome back party Ponyville’s ever seen!” Pinkie explains herself to you, unrelenting in her vice grip.
“Urg… it’s… fine…” You manage to struggle out.
>You’re gonna be bruised in the morning for sure.
>”Pinkie, please be gentle with him, he’s got a lot of recovery ahead of him.” Fluttershy speaks up on your behalf.
>Pinkie only half listens as she pulls away from you, a manic look in her eyes.
>”You wouldn’t BELIEVE how much running I’ve had to do to get all of this put together in time for you two to come home! But I did it! I probably set a new speed record in Pinkie party planning!” Pinkie proudly informs you.
>”Yes, um, how did you do that, by the way? I locked the door when I left this morning…” Fluttershy asks her.
>”But you didn’t lock one of the windows!” Pinkie beams.
>That’s Pinkie alright.

>>42240110
>You glance past Pinkie at the crowd of townsfolk gathered in your living space.
>Their names emerge from your brain fog as your eyes scan the crowd.
>Rainbow, Rarity, Applejack and her folks, Derpy, Lyra and Bon Bon, Octavia, Vinyl Scratch with her DJ setup, Berry Punch, Cheerilee, Carrot Top, the list goes on.
>Twilight’s nowhere to be seen, though.
>And there are some you don’t recognize.
>They’re all wearing party hats and holding little cups of fruit punch, and all looking at you happily.
>There’s a massive cake behind all of them, with a little plastic figure of you sleeping in a hospital bed at the top.
>It’s a chocolate cake with vanilla frosting and sprinkles.
>The little critters that Fluttershy cares for are peppered about along the upper levels of the room, watching the imminent party with close attention.
>Angel’s sitting conspicuously close to the cake, the little mongrel.
>You’d never let Fluttershy hear you call him that.
>”Ooh, I almost forgot!” Pinkie excitedly says to you.
>Before you can ask her what she possibly could have forgotten, Pinkie turns around and presents you with a custom made medal from who-knows-where.
>The medal reads “Ponyville Nap Champion”.
>”Made it just for you!” Pinkie beams.
>Nap champion.
>The only thing you did for the past year was lie in a hospital bed, and Pinkie thinks that warrants a medal.
>Out of the corner of your eye, you can tell Fluttershy isn’t very touched by the gesture either.
>You stare at it for a moment before ultimately accepting the medal, feeling an obligation to.
“...Thanks, Pinkie.”
>”No problemo, Anonymo!” Pinkie giggles.
>”Now come on, you’re WAY overdue for a party, so let’s get this party started!” She declares, shoving a slice of cake into your grasp.
>With that, the party begins in earnest.
>Lively music plays as lighthearted conversations are had.
>Pinkie bounces off to attend to other party-related matters, leaving you with the slice of cake and Fluttershy standing beside you.
>”I’m so sorry about all this, Anon. If you want, I can try to get them all to leave.” Fluttershy offers, somewhat timidly.
>You know that she’s going to really struggle with that, and you’d never put Fluttershy on the spot like that.
“Thanks, Flutters, but I can handle myself. I’ve gotta get used to being around others again.” You assure her.
>”Are you sure? Because I-”
>”Howdy, Anonymous!” Applejack’s voice interrupts Fluttershy as she greets you.
>Thankfully, you’re spared a demonstration of Applejack’s strength as she knows better than to hug you tight.
“Uh, hey, Applejack.” You greet her in return, managing a smile.
>When you turn to face her, you find Apple Bloom and Big Macintosh standing right behind her, looking just as happy to see you.
>”I can’t tell ya how nice it is to see ya up and at ‘em again, we were all worried sick about ya.” Applejack says to you.
>Fluttershy shifts a little closer.

>>42240113
“Yeah, well, can’t keep me down.” You softly chuckle.
>”Heh, ain’t that the truth! That King Sombra fella ain’t as tough as he says he is, that’s for sure.” Applejack notes in a satisfied tone.
>He’s tough enough to put you in a coma.
>”Mister Anonymous, we saved this bottle of cider just for you for when ya finally wake up!” Apple Bloom pipes up, proudly presenting the bottle of Sweet Apple Acres’ famous apple cider to you.
>Your heart melts a little when you see those big, adorable eyes of hers looking up at you.
>How could you say no to a face like that?
>You graciously accept the bottle of cider and smile at Apple Bloom.
“Thank you, I’ll save this for the perfect time.” You promise her.
>”Alrighty! Can I go play with Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle now?” Apple Bloom asks her two older siblings.
>”Eeyup.” Big Macintosh answers her, allowing her to bounce off into the crowd.
>Apple Bloom still doesn’t have her cutie mark and Big Macintosh is still a stallion of few words.
>The more things change, the more things stay the same.
>”I’m gonna go keep an eye on ‘em, Scootaloo gets a little hyper on too much sugar and Rainbow ain’t exactly a good influence on them in that regard.” Applejack dismisses herself, subtly following Apple Bloom’s trail into the party.
>You look at Big Macintosh, who gives you a firm “Eeyup.” before he goes off to do his own thing, probably to manage things back at the farm.
>”I’ll go put that somewhere safe.” Fluttershy says to you, gently taking the bottle of apple cider.
>”Are you gonna be okay out here while I’m gone?”
>You glance at the crowd.
>Good question.
“...Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’ve got some catching up to do anyway. Besides, you won’t be far.” You answer her.
>Fluttershy smiles at you before she gently flies off to keep the apple cider stored properly.
>Leaving you alone in a crowd of partygoers in your living room.
>Time to rekindle some friendships.
>...Something that proves easier said than done.
>You sheepishly mosey from small group to small group, trying your best to make conversation with them, but it doesn’t take long for you to realize it’s a lost cause.
>You step in, they say hi and welcome you back to reality, you ask them how things have been going, and they spin you a little yarn of what they’ve been up to in the past year, then things trail off and you dismiss yourself.
>You’ve got nothing to talk about with them.
>They’re all talking about sports and events that, to them, is common knowledge.
>You might as well have not existed this past year.
>You haven’t had a single bite of your cake yet.
>Your walker makes it difficult to get around.
>And this stupid medal is really weighing down your neck.
“Oof!” You involuntarily exclaim as you bump into another pony while lost in thought.
>You turn to face them and find a gray colored mare with a short, straight mane.

>>42240115
>”It’s fine.” She bluntly responds to you in a monotone voice.
>You don’t recognize her, you’re sure of it.
“...I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met.”
>”We haven’t. I’m Maud.”
>”Ooh, that’s right, I haven’t gotten to introduce you two yet!” Pinkie’s voice suddenly returns as she bounces between the two of you and throws her forelegs around you two.
>”Maud’s my sister! She came back to Ponyville just this year!” She lets you know.
“You have another sister? I thought I met your whole family when you invited me to your mom’s birthday party.” You ask Pinkie.
>”Maud’s been out of town! I just wish you could’ve met her sooner!”
>You too.
>You look over at Maud, who looks completely unaffected by Pinkie’s bounciness.
>”I should introduce you to Boulder, you’ll get along with him.” Maud says to you.
>”Boulder’s her pet rock!” Pinkie is quick to clarify.
“Uh…”
>”So sorry we’re late, there was a TON of organizing that needed to be done at the castle!” You hear a familiar voice speak up from behind you.
>You turn around.
>It’s Twilight Sparkle and Spike, standing in the doorway.
>Not Twilight Sparkle the unicorn.
>Twilight Sparkle the alicorn.
>With a horn and wings and even a little taller than you remember her.
>Wearing a golden crown with an amethyst gem in the shape of her cutie mark.
>A true princess.
>Your blood runs cold.
>Things really have changed around here.
>”It’s no problem, you’re right on time! We’re only just getting started!” Pinkie assures her, letting go of you and Maud.
>Maud, seemingly used to Twilight being an alicorn, goes off to do her own thing as Pinkie greets Twilight.
>Your eyes linger on Twilight’s alicorn features, like you’re trying to convince yourself that what you’re seeing is real.
>”It’s all because we HAD to organize Starswirl’s old scrolls chronologically…” Spike mutters as he rubs his eyes.
>”Hey, we got out of there sooner than we thought you thought we would. Now we can focus on unwinding a little here!” Twilight reminds him before her eyes fall on you.
>Neither of you say anything for a moment, neither of you are sure how to broach the moment.
>Where is Fluttershy?
>”Uh… hey, Anonymous!” Twilight awkwardly greets you.
>You blink.
“...Uh…”
>What do you say?
“It’s… an honor to… meet you again, your majesty.” You stammer out.
>Twilight lets out a shaky laugh.
>”Anon, it’s okay, it’s just me.” She says, trying to ease your pressure.
>It’s just her.
>Just the Princess of Friendship.
>Not the unicorn you remember her being.
“...Yeah…”
>Twilight’s smile gets a little more crooked as she visibly struggles to come up with something helpful to say.
>Pinkie swoops in to spare her the trouble.
>”You’re here just in time, Twilight! Anon’s about to give his big speech!” Pinkie excitedly says to her.
>”He is?” Twilight asks her.
“I am?” You ask her.

>>42240119
>”Yeah! Your big welcome back speech! Hey everypony! Anonymous has something to say!” Pinkie announces to the whole party “on your behalf”.
>On cue, the music stops and all eyes fall on you in the center of the room.
>Only now do you see Fluttershy returning, at the very edge of the room.
>You gulp.
>Twilight and Spike give you some space to speak.
>You scan the crowd and see everypony looking at you so expectantly.
>Rainbow, Rarity, Applejack, Pinkie and her sister, all eyes on you.
>Fluttershy, in the back, is visibly worried.
>You gotta say something.
“...Um…”
>You clear your throat.
“...It’s good to be back.” You speak up.
>The crowd cheers.
“I’ve, uh, got some serious catching up to do, though.” You continue, earning some scattered chuckles from your audience.
>You’re only now noticing how tired you sound.
“And I mean, a LOT of catching up to do.” You continue.
>There you go, you’ve found a groove.
“Like, I was in that coma for a whole year. I lost a whole year of my life, just lying in that hospital bed. That time is gone, and it’s never coming back.”
>No response from the crowd.
“You only really notice how much can happen in a year when you look back on it. I mean, look at Twilight. She became a princess and got a castle all to herself in that time.”
>Twilight lowers her head a little.
“But it’s not like I did nothing while I was in a coma. I had a life in there. I was a cashier who worked the night shift at a dingy store. I didn’t have any friends, my boss was a jerk, and the customers were all a pain in the neck. I was miserable.” You admit.
“And then I just… woke up from that. I returned to my real life. You’d think that’d be a relief, that I get to escape that awful life, but looking back, it’s like the universe was telling me ‘none of that mattered because none of it was real’.”
“Really, everything in my coma dream was for nothing. I put up with my boss and my poor social life for nothing. Because it wasn’t real.”
“...But it was real to me.”
>You sigh, then continue.
“...And it’s not like waking up from the coma’s been all sunshine and rainbows. I can’t fly. I can barely walk. I have to use this thing to get around. In fact, just today at Sugarcube Corner, I fell over and couldn’t do anything but struggle on the floor like a baby deer-”
>You stop yourself.
>You look up at the crowd.
>They’re all suffocating on an extremely tense silence.
>Some of the ponies are exchanging uncomfortable looks.
>Fluttershy looks really worried about you.
>Stupid Anonymous.
>Pinkie just wanted you to make a toast, this isn’t a therapy session.
>You hang your head.
>You’re so tired.

>>42240123
“...I’m gonna go lie down.” You dismiss yourself.
>You turn around and disappear into the bedroom you share with Fluttershy.
>The walker’s wheels squeak as you leave.
>You shut the door behind you trudge over to the bed.
>You’re so tired that you don’t even bother trying to get the stupid walker off of you, you just lay your upper body over the bed and immediately succumb to the plush, welcoming softness of your own bed.
>What a day.

>>42240123
>fumbling a speech
Literally me.

>>42240123
>Spaghetti moment
Ouch.

>>42240123
>kept nothing from his coma dream
>except his spaghetti

>>42238832
that reminds me, I forgot I put this together from the last thread

>>42236085
>>42236525
>BEHOLD: THE KING!

>>42240403
>the King
I didn't vote for him

>>42240399
very kino, love how the ending Anon basically flipped it from Rainbow Dash claiming Anon is a alien to Twilight.

>>42240403
He's so majestic...

I wanna see an Anonmare and an Anonstallion FUCK and have a little baby

>>42240785
so does a faggot plus a faggot make a mega faggot baby?
or does the faggotness of both cancel each other out and make a kid that doesn't have the autism of either?

>>42240866
It's like one of those old movies where a kid tries to hide that part of themselves until it turns out to be useful in the climax and they're free to be themselves

>>42240866
>minus and minus equals plus
Yeah, the foal will be fine.

>>42240125
Very good update. I think Anon is going to need some Fluttershy snuggles after that speech.

>>42240399
Look ma, I'm in a greentext screencap!

>>42240642
I'd definitely fuck an Anonmare and give her a bunch of little Anonfillies and Anoncolts. Fuck, that would be so hot

>>42241796
meant for >>42240785

Would Pinkie make a good wife for Anonstallion? Or would she end up driving him crazy?

>>42241845
I'd say that she'd be a good wife even if she makes Anonstallion go a bit crazy but eventually he'll get used to it. Perhaps Pinkie might even calm down a bit with a foal or two, eh?

>>42240125
lovely update to the green!

>>42241845
I'm pretty sure they'd meet somewhere in the middle.

>>42240125

Dude's traumatized. Coming to terms with what he lost.
Although, Anon seems young if he thinks a single year is that impactful or hard to catch up to. I was kinda expecting him to say more about the changes in the other ponies' lives. His brain probably forgot a whole bunch too, I guess.

>>42242440
I think it's also him being depressed about being stuck in a walker and having spent the past year in a coma dream where nothing he went through was real is compounding onto what he's feeling

>>42230749
>The peppy pegasus dons a yellow apron, ties her mane into a ponytail, and invites you to take a seat at the dining room table.
>She hums a cheerful tune as she works her culinary magic, trotting all over the kitchen on a hunt for various things.
>You're soon treated to the smell of something truly delicious.
>'What could she be making?' You wonder.
>Pancakes?
>French Toast?
>An omelet perhaps?
>"Special delivery, Anoooooon~!"
>The mare slides you a plate stacked a foot high with pancakes.
>You instinctively reach out a hoof to stop the tower of cakes from splattering all over your face.
>Wow, Derpy's stronger than she looks.
>The mare serves herself an equally tall stack of pancakes and joins you at the table.
>"Lemme know what you think, o-of the pancakes I mean!" She sheepishly requests.
>Derpy drowns her pancakes in maple syrup and then passes the bottle to you.
>You're a bit more conservative with the syrup, opting for a thin layer that won't immediately vaporize your teeth with an ocean of sweetness.
>One bite is all it takes to send you into a feeding frenzy.
>*NOM NOM*
>Dayum, this chick can cook!
>You hungrily gobble down the breakfast as though you're on death row.
"Dere berry dewishus!" You exclaim. "Sho fwuffy! Sho choohey! Sho fuww of fwavuh!"
>"Huh?" Derpy tilts her head in confusion.
>Oh right, mouthful of food.
>You take a moment to swallow.
"I said this is very delicious!" You clarify. "They're so fluffy, so chewey, so full of flaavor!"
>Derpy replies with a delicate laugh that almost sounds like crying.
>"That means a lot to me Anon, thank you."
>You scoot your chair over and nuzzle her.
>Damn, if you don't stop with the lovey dovey stuff, you might begin to LIKE it.
>Then again, Derpy certainly appreciates your affections, so why not just give the mare what she needs?

>>42242957
Yes please do give Derpy the loving affection she so heartfelt deserved the saucy juicey details of their intimacy must be heard.

>>42242957
So cute! Now I'm wondering what's Twiggles doing after seeing that Derpy got to Anon first.

>>42242957
We love the Derp mare
>pic related, the incoming Twiggles crash out

>>42242440
>Coming to terms with what he lost.
Which wasn't much. His coma fantasy was bad, all things considered.

>>42243019
do you think that in the future where Derpy and Anon have kids, Twilight is still crashing out? her autism levels have always been immeasurable so I wouldn't put it past her

>>42240125
This is a pretty fantastic green!

>>42240125
I hope we soon see Fluttershy giving this poor dude some much needed love. wink wank

>>42243151
Nah, she’ll eventually get over it before marrying Flash “Chad Thundercock” Sentry

Not before having a generational crash out though

>>42243019
What would Vodka be called in Equestria? I doubt it would be the same as here.

>>42243151
The equestria equivalent of constantly checking your highschool crush's facebook page

>>42243548
Trutska maybe. (trutsa is Russian for trot, apparently. I added the 'k'.)
I'm sure a Russianon can make a better pun.

>>42242957
>why not just give the mare what she needs?
Oooh cant wait for that

>>42240403
peak form lol

>>Damn, if you don't stop with the lovey dovey stuff, you might begin to LIKE it.
And it all starts with muffins and pancakes.

>>42244600
And ends with plaping and parenthood

>>42240125
>Your sleep is interrupted when something jostles you awake.
>The feeling of being moved around by an unknown being fills you with panic, making you shoot awake and yelp in surprise (and slight fear).
>”Sorry! I’m sorry!” Fluttershy’s voice hastily apologizes.
>You settle down and allow your eyes to adjust to the darkness, where you see Fluttershy beside you on the bed, hiding behind her mane and looking down at the blanket.
>You look down at yourself.
>You’re tucked into bed with the walker neatly placed beside the bed, and the nap champion medal has been removed from your neck.
“Ngh, what happened?” You groggily ask Fluttershy, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
>”Um… well, you didn’t miss anything. After you left the party, everypony started going home.” Fluttershy quietly answers your question.
>She pauses for a moment before continuing.
>”...I’m really sorry you were put on the spot like that. I should’ve told Pinkie that it would’ve been best to reschedule the party for after you recovered. Please don’t think you ruined the party.”
>You’re about to assure her that it’s okay, but she continues.
>”Anyway, I went upstairs to check on you once Twilight and Applejack promised to make sure everypony cleared out, and when I found you asleep like that on the bed, I wanted to make sure you got the best sleep possible.”
>Fluttershy’s breathing gets a little shaky.
>”But… after I got you out of that walker and I tucked you into bed… and you didn’t stir even a little, I just… I know, I should’ve known you were just sleeping but I… I just got so worried that something… I wanted to make sure something didn’t… you didn’t…”
>Her attempts to explain herself devolve to a struggle to stop herself from crying.
>You lean up and rub her back reassuringly.
“Flutters, I’m okay, I promise.”
>Fluttershy wipes a tear from her eye and nods.
>”I know, it’s just… seeing you sleep like that, I just got so worried… I’m sorry for waking you up, Anon.”
>You sit up even more to wrap both your forelegs around Fluttershy to bring her into a hug.
>Fluttershy sinks into your embrace, draping her forelegs around you in return and allows herself to gently weep into the crook of your neck.
>You two sit like that for a few moments, just savoring each other’s presence here in this room.
>It’s been a year since Fluttershy shared this bed, and it’s been a year since you’ve lied in a bed that wasn’t in the hospital.
>You two have been sorely missing each other.
>”...I missed you so much…” Fluttershy whispers to you with a faint quiver in her voice.
>You want to say you missed her too, but in honesty, as cruel as it sounds, you didn’t.
>Fluttershy didn’t exist in your coma dream.
>You didn’t miss her because you didn’t know to miss her.

>>42245098
>Fluttershy’s forelegs tighten around your body before it quickly loosens and she backs away from your embrace.
>”I’m sorry, I should be letting you get your sleep…”
>Poor Fluttershy doesn’t know what to do with herself.
“Fluttershy, I’ll never be upset at you for waking me up.” You gently promise her, maintaining your hold on her, though loosening it enough to give her some space.
>Through the darkness of night, you can see her smile a little.
>She sinks into the cushiony mattress, and brings you down with her.
>With the thick blanket draped over the both of you, Fluttershy snuggles close to you and gently rests her snout against yours.
>Her breathing’s calmed down, returning its delicate, almost musical tone.
>Her green eyes shine like emeralds in the subtle moonlight.
>She looks at you with such love in her eyes.
>Love that hasn’t been allowed to be shared since you went into that coma.
>”...Anon?” She whispers to you.
“Yeah, Flutters?” You whisper to her.
>”I can’t imagine how hard all of this must be for you, but I’m really proud of you for putting your best hoof forward despite it all. Recovery takes time, and you’ll be back to normal before you know it.”
>Fluttershy takes a breath, then gazes deep into your eyes.
>”But no matter how long it takes for you to get better, what will always matter most is that you came back to me, just like I knew you would.”
>She leans in closer and rests her forehead against yours.
>”Promise me you won’t hurt yourself trying to settle back into your life.” She whispers to you.
“I promise.” You whisper to her.
>”I mean it, Anon. Please don’t hurt yourself, physically or emotionally.”
>Her eyes glisten as tears threaten to well up again.
>The sight is enough to make you hesitate before answering.
>You think back to earlier today, sulking about how you were stuck in a walker and how you missed out on stuff like Twilight became a princess.
>Everypony at the party was happy to see you.
>They all want to see you get better.
>You want to get better.
>You want to get out of that walker and back to living the life you used to live.
>You’re out of that coma, that’s what matters most.
“...I promise I won’t hurt myself, Fluttershy.”
>Fluttershy, content with your answer, smiles warmly and snuggles deep into your embrace.
>”I love you, Anon.” Fluttershy says to you.
“I love you too, Fluttershy.” You say to her in return.
>With the two of you holding each other tightly, snuggled close in a big, comfy bed, you succumb to your drowsiness with your marefriend Fluttershy.
>Before you fully succumb to sleep, your promise echoes in your mind.
>You won’t hurt yourself.
>You’re gonna try your hardest.
>You’re gonna get better.
>Fluttershy knows so.

>>42245100
This Anon better propose once he can join Fluttershy in the clouds again. If she was willing to go through all this for him then she's THE wife material

>>42245152
big twist in the future that Anon was planning to propose to Flutters before he went into the coma but Fluttershy never found out because she was so focused on visiting him that she never looked in whatever nook he hid the ring in

>>42245100
>She's worried that Anon could harm himself
Damn, the situation hits her almost as hard as it hits Anon.
>>42245152
This.

>>42244622
Quite the good life to end with that, loving pony family. Wonderful!

>>42245100
Another awesome update, great job Anon!

>>42245100
Based Fluttershy. That was really cute.

>>42245100
Anon better marry Fluttershy. She's the ultimate wife.

>>42242957
I like that Derpy captured Anon's love with her with the power of baked goods, nice!

>>42240785
this anon really wants to start a anonfamily, a noble cause of course.

>>42246818
An anonherd…

>>42246844
That would be RGRAnon.

>>42246512
Right. It shows that she's skilled in having a bun in the oven.

>>42246844
Truly a anonmiracle!

>>42246844
I think this would nuke the autism scale.

>>42242957
>Your ears perk up when the kitchen clock chimes nine times in a row.
>Oh bits, the deliveries!
"Sorry, but I gotta go Derpy."
>You excuse yourself from the table and begin trotting towards the front door.
"Thanks for everything, especially those pancakes!" You hastily exclaim.
>How could you have forgotten about today's grain deliveries?!
>Yeah yeah, you got swept up in a night of romance with a wonderful mare, but this is your livelihood.
>It's pretty damn difficult to woo a mate when you're broke and homeless.
>"You...don't have to leave, Anon."
>Her somber voice has you stopping in your tracks.
>"Last night... wasn't just a one-time thing, right?" She whimpers.
>You turn to see the mare staring at her half-eaten breakfast.
>Well, that's quite the unexpected reaction.
>Time to course correct before this budding relationship crashes and burns.
>Without a word, you gallop over to the distressed mare and practically smother her with the biggest hug you can muster.
>"Oof~?!"
>Derpy instinctively pulls away in surprise, but you reel her back in before she can get away.
>The aderpable pegasus immediately melts in your embrace.
>"Mmmmmm~!"
>Now THAT'S the kind of sound you want to hear from Derpy.
>She quickly wraps her forelegs around you and happily mewls.
"Derpy, I have no intention of leaving you."
>You loosen your grip on Derpy just enough to look her straight in the eye.
>"Really?"
>Her tone is a shaky mix of hope and skepticism.
"Really."
>You gently pat her on the head and smile.
"But I do have some work to do back home."
>You steal a kiss from her and gently break off the hug.
>The blush on Derpy's beautiful face has you feeling all sorts of ways, but sadly there's no time for horsing around.
>"Work?" Her eyes widen. "Oh my gosh, I'm gonna be late too!"
>Derpy knocks over her chair and flies upstairs with surprising speed.

>>42247516
>Your ears pick up on a strange series of thumping and clanking sounds coming from above the kitchen.
>What on earth is she doing up there?
>The panicked pegasus suddenly stumbles down the stairs and lands face first on the floor.
>"Owwwwwwwww!"
>You scramble over and help Derpy to her hooves.
>Judging by the brown postal workers' uniform, it's safe to assume she works at the post office.
>One can only imagine how a mare this clumsy can function as a mailmare, but crazier things have happened.
>"Oh, thank you Anooooooon~!"
>You chuckle and adjust her hat so she can actually see you.
"Anytime, Derpy."
>Together, the two of you trot into Ponyville to tackle the day.
>"Hey Anoooon~?"
"What's on your mind, babe?"
>Damn, that nickname sounded way cooler in your head.
>"You wanna get some dinner after work?"
>There's no way in tartarus a stallion would say no, not with that radiant sparkle in her eyes.
"I'd love to."
>She clops her hooves together and squees with joy.
>"Yaaaaaaay~!"
>She stumbles over and nuzzles you until your face turns beet red.
>"See you later, Anon!"
>Derpy waves and takes off, only to fly head first into a low hanging sign on the other side of the street.
>"Oops!"
>You notice some nearby townsponies stopping to stare at Derpy as she tries to correct her flight pattern.
>Geez, does everpony always stop to make a spectacle of the poor mare's clumsiness?!
>Thankfully she recovers quickly and disappears somewhere downtown.
>You stretch your wings and take to the skies, ready for this boring day of work to end before it even begins.
>Soon the old windmill comes into view, its four wooden blades slowly turning in the morning wind.
>You take a deep breath and give your wings a hard flap to gain some extra speed.
>*MAGICK NOISES*

>>42247524
And so there love story adventure continues.

>>42247524
>*MAGICK NOISES*
Twiggles? Is that you?

>>42247524
Incoming Twiggles crash out

>>42247524
>*MAGICK NOISES*
Here's TWIGGLES!

>>42247603
>crash out
Where does this term come from? I keep seeing it a lot recently and I don't know why. Is it from a meme or something?

>>42243019
>"I shtill can't beliebe you *hic* chose that durpy dorkadoofus ovurr meeeee!"

>>42247524
Wonder what Twilight is going to do now, not like she can reverse what happened... ah wait she can use time travel magic

>>42247862
Basically the new way of saying having a meltdown or rage fit. No idea exactly where it came from, but probably something zoomer or gen alpha related. Not the worst new bit of slang though, so it's alright by me

>>42247862
>Where does this term come from?
Twitter, like all internet culture.
Get with the times, gramps.

>>42248759
I prefer pony culture than internet culture.

>>42247524
Love this, cute derpy and anon green.

>>42248751
Yeah, I guessed as much. It's not hard to understand, but it stands out in how often it's used.

>>42249168
I actually forgot to put this in the first comment, but it derives from 'burn out' as a more dramatic and definitive moment as opposed to burn out's longer, more drawn out process to realization

>>42246844
That herd would radiate autism to the point that Twilight should be curious why such a thing is happening.

>>42247524
>*MAGICK NOISES*
So the boss approaches.

>>42247524
"What the buck?!"
>You're sent hurtling towards the ground by a large purple...something.
>You turn your wings upwards to try and regain altitude, but it's too late.
>Some passersby scream and gallop out of the way.
>Your body collides with a stone bridge before landing in the river below.
>*SPLASH*
>The cold water shocks you awake, temporarily numbing the pain that's chewing away at your nerves.
>You scramble to the shoreline and gasp for air.
>Before you can even blink, a familiar purple horse lands on the ground with enough force to create a small crater.
>You rub your eyes and try to ignore the searing pain in your side.
"Princess?!"
>You stare in disbelief at the purple alicorn angrily staggering toward you with a bottle of...booze in her hoof?
>"I shtill can't beliebe you *hic* chose that durpy dorkadoofus ovurr meeeee!"
>Yep, that's definitely alcohol she's drinking.
>Twilight utters a disgusting burp and trips over a rock.
>"A'hm uh princhesh for Sheleshtia's shake!"
>The drunk pony leans her body against yours for support, but even then she can barely stand.
>"What shatllion WOULDN'T *urp* wan to date royaltee?!"
>You take a closer look at the inebriated mare and gasp.
>Her colors...they've faded.
>What's even weirder is the fact that your own coat seems to be a lot brighter.
>No time to figure out what's going on right now.
>You try to pull away but she holds you in place with a sloppy blob of magic.
>"Ohhhhhhhh no ya don't!" She shouts.
>Ponies begin to gather around the two of you, further increasing the awkwardness of this bizarre situation.
>You know you're going to regret this, but it's better than everypony thinking you're an asshat.
"It's alright everypony.
>You turn to address the concerned crowd.
"Princess Twilight isn't feeling well, that's all."
>The ponies murmur among themselves without taking their eyes off of you.
"I'll let her rest at my place for the time being."
>With a grunt of effort, you break free from her magic and sling her over your back.
>"Wha-?!" Twilight cries out in surprise.
>You ignore her protests and carry her towards your house.
>"Whaddya thing you're doowing?! Lemme go dis *hic* instand!!!"

>13k words already
WHY IS IT SO HARD TO WRITE A SHORT STORY

>>42249977
Dear Celestia, even the princess herself got a case of the hopeless magic! Anon is for sure going to have a difficult time finding a way to fix Twiggles now.

>>42249977
Oh man, this is getting wild.

>>42249977
lol twilight is drunk im surprised celestia and luna let her drink

>>42249977
Anon is quite in a predicament now, will have to find some crafty ways to get Twilight back to normal.

>>42249977
Maybe anon needs to kiss twilight so when she's lost in the moment she'll settle down a bit making her calm and relaxed.

>>42250763
>possible herd/harem route
pls no

>>42250784
It's only an idea is all whether or not the person wants to follow up on that suggestion to put into his or her story is up to their discretion.

>>42249977
>What's even weirder is the fact that your own coat seems to be a lot brighter.
Derpy must of brightened up Anon's life a LOT.

>>42240403
You're a big guy, Anon.

>>42250784
I don't think that's going to happen. Contrary to popular belief, that sort of thing is not so popular on the board.

>>42240399
Neat

>>42249979
Because the text gods require sacrifices, friend. They crave your letters.

>>42250400
I dont think that neither of them know about Twilight drinking, perhaps now soon after her drunkeness is public.

>>42252785
Tell me about the text gods, why are they so hungry for letters?

>>42249977
Interesting...

>>42253358
they're distant cousins of Kek, while he feeds on repeating digits, the text gods feed on letters

>>42249732
made me think Twilight having the dark souls boss stuff on her, certainly a battle Anon will have to roll a lot for.

>>42239366
unf

>>42251682
For you, nonny.

>>42253049
Or I figure she just started to booze herself up.

>>42224172
>Full of Nazi cum*

>>42250784
This isn't RGRE, no need to worry

>>42243151
I don't so. She'll recover after an eventual moment of clarity. Like she always does.

>>42249979
I suppose when you want to have a lot of things in a story it will gradually add up to a shit ton of words, eh?

>>42255804
And that's not a bad thing in most cases.

>>42254918
Rejection must be such a bitch in Equestria.

>>42248759
>Get with the times, gramps.
What if I dont want to infact, be with said time?

where the writefags at

>>42256410
It's never easy, even in (almost) paradise. Hell, it hits probably even harder over there.

>>42256880
I'm sure they're taking their time, writing something good takes a lot of planning.

>>42256880
Lately I've been focused on upgrading my PC. That's all sorted out now, so expect an update soon

>>42256880
Just scrapped about 2k words because I wasn’t happy with how it was turning out. Kinda bummed right now, but hopefully a little break will help me get back on track.
>>42257366
Looking forward to it.

>>42245100
>Morning arrives as gently as the sun streaming in through the window.
>On the other side of the window, families of birds happily flutter about, singing their little songs.
>Further beyond are the familiar trees and hills of Ponyville, your home, so lush and full of life.
>The warmth of Celestia’s golden grace shining high in the sky slowly stirs you from your sleep.
>Gosh, that was the best sleep you’ve ever had.
>You’ve sorely missed the plush comfort of Fluttershy’s bed.
>It’s so much more heavenly than the hospital bed, or the bed your “other” self slept in during your coma dream.
>The weighted blanket you’re tucked into is like you’re being hugged by the universe.
>You soon notice you’re being hugged by a more tangible being: Fluttershy.
>Not only are her forelegs holding you close, her wings are draped around your body, like she’s protecting you from the world.
>She breathes so delicately, so adorably.
>Her eyelid twitches a little.
>Her eye peeks open, just a tiny bit, but quickly shuts again when your eyes meet hers.
>Was she pretending to be asleep?
“Good morning, Fluttershy.” You drowsily murmur to her.
>Fluttershy can’t help but smile as she nuzzles you even closer into her embrace.
>”I’ve wanted to hear you say that to me again for so long… just like how long I’ve waited to say ‘Good morning, Anon’.” She whispers to you through the snuggle.
“Were you pretending to be asleep?” You ask her.
>With some trepidation, she nods and opens her eyes.
>”When I woke up, I wanted to get breakfast started so you could wake up to your first nice homemade meal since waking up from your coma, but I also didn’t want you to wake up in a bed by yourself, so all the little critters agreed to pitch in and cook breakfast for you while I made sure we could wake up together!” Fluttershy explained herself.
“...How long ago did you wake up?” You ask further.
>Fluttershy hesitates.
>”...An hour ago?”
“So you spent an hour in bed waiting for me to wake up?”
>“...Yes…”
>You gently chuckle and snuggle into her embrace.
“I don’t deserve you, Flutters.”
>Fluttershy giggles and presses her snout against yours.
>”That must be the memory loss acting up, my dear Anonymous knows better than to say silly things like that.” She lightly teases you.
>Interrupting your cute little back and forth with your special somepony is the scent of a fresh cooked breakfast wafting in from the kitchen.
>For a bunch of woodland critters, they sure know how to cook.
>You should know that by now, you’ve been living with Fluttershy for a good while.
>Right on cue, a small flock of blue jays fly into the bedroom, all working together to carry a tray of food with their beaks to place it on your lap.
>The scent of this lovingly cooked breakfast wakes you right up and soothes your soul.
>Before you sits a plate full of blueberry pancakes, hash browns, a small salad, and a tall glass of apple juice.

>>42257524
>The tray sits with legs that extend so that you don’t have to worry about accidentally knocking it over and ruining the bedsheets.
>The pancakes and hash browns have been pre-cut for your eating convenience.
>You sniff the air to savor the scent of the breakfast before you, and sink into the pillows as you sigh contentedly.
“Mmm, this smells delicious. Thank you, Fluttershy.” You softly say to her, leaning your head against hers as she snuggles up beside you.
>”You’re very welcome, Anonymous, but I couldn’t have done this alone~” She reminds you as the blue jays settle themselves at the foot of the bed and look at you expectantly.
>You chuckle and nod at the birds.
“Thank you for cooking this for me.” You properly thank the small flock.
>The blue jays chirp happily and fly off to attend to other matters in the cottage.
>”Go on, have some!” Fluttershy urges you, somewhat impatiently.
>You oblige her by slowly and carefully picking up the fork on the tray, impaling one of the chunks of pancake with it, and eating the pancake.
>...Gosh, you missed this.
>Your mouth sings its thanks for you finally eating something made with love for the first time in a year.
>Each chew is like another wave of flavor and warmth washing through you.
>Your stomach quickly pipes up, demanding more.
>You oblige.
>You being quickly stuffing your face with the warm, delicious breakfast foods like you’re being timed.
>”Anon! Slow down! You might choke!” Fluttershy warns you, nudging you.
>You freeze mid-chew.
>It would be pretty pathetic of you to die from choking on hash browns after surviving a battle against King Sombra.
>”I’m very glad that you like your breakfast so much, but you need to be careful if you’re going to get better, okay?” Fluttershy requests.
>You can do that.
>You carefully swallow your mouthful of hash browns and slowly nod.
“Okay, I’m sorry.” You apologize to her.
>”You don’t have to apologize, just please be careful.”
>You hang your head a little like you're being scolded.
“I’ll be careful.” You promise her.
>Fluttershy feels a little guilty about risking spoiling the nice morning and rubs your shoulder.
>”...You know, there’s nothing I have planned for us today. We can do whatever you want! If you want to stay in bed and rest the whole day, that would be just fine!” She assures you with a smile.
>You laugh a little.
“Flutters, I kinda wanna get moving on getting out of that walker, I won’t be able to do that if I spend all day in bed.” You remind her.
>Fluttershy’s eyes fall to the bed.
>”I guess that’s true…” She admits.
>Fluttershy clings onto your body and idly strokes your numb wings as you finish eating your breakfast, slowly and carefully.
>Before you can ask what to do with the dirty dishes, a family of squirrels darts into the room and carries off the tray and dishes.
>Now that it’s just you and Fluttershy in the bed, she clings onto you tighter.

>>42257527
>”...What do you want to do now?” Fluttershy cautiously asks you with her face buried in your shoulder.
>This bed is so comfortable.
>You want to stay here for the rest of the day.
>For the rest of your life.
>But you can’t.
>The road to recovery starts with getting out of bed.
“...I want to get out of bed and stretch my legs.” You answer.
>Fluttershy can’t hide her disappointment, but she relents and nods.
>She rolls out of bed and sets up your walker at the edge of the bed.
>Here we go again.
“Is there anything you need me to do?” You ask Fluttershy, feeling that awful sense of helplessness creep up within you.
>”You don’t have to worry about a thing, Anon. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.” Fluttershy assures you.
>She then takes hold of your hind legs and spins you around so that you’re facing away from the walker.
>You feel Fluttershy wedge the walker’s holster straps around your midsection.
>It’s very humbling.
>You instinctively lower your head to hide your shame.
>”Okay, the walker’s on nice and tight. Try backing up a little. I’m right here if anything happens.” Fluttershy instructs you.
>You strain a little pushing your body back off the bed, but soon enough, you’re free of the addictive comfort of the bed and back on your legs (and wheels).
>”You know what, it’s such a lovely day outside, maybe we should go for a walk by the pond!” Fluttershy suggests.
>”That would be a nice way for you to ease back things!”
>The atmosphere outside makes a persuasive argument.
>All the birds and butterflies should take your mind off how feeble you are.
“That sounds good to me!” You agree with a tired smile.
>Fluttershy beams and carefully leads you through the cottage.
>She did an impressive job cleaning up last night.
>If you didn’t know there was a party, you’d never have guessed.
>Angel hops out from behind a corner, dragging a massive basket of muffins towards you.
“What’s this?” You ask.
>”It looks like it’s from Pinkie.” Fluttershy deduces as she looks at the basket.
>The basket is absolutely packed to the brim with muffins.
>The handle of the basket has the word “I’m” written on it, the body of the basket has “Sorry” drawn onto it, and each and every single muffin has the word “Really” written on it with chocolate chips.
>There’s even a sad face doodled on the other side of the basket to really drive the point home.
“Yep, it’s from Pinkie.” You confirm.
>But before you can put aside the basket and head out on your little stroll with Fluttershy, there’s a loud banging on the front door, taking a sledgehammer to the gentle peacefulness of the morning and scaring off some of the critters resting in the living room.
>”Now, who could that be?” Fluttershy wonders aloud.
“I’ll get it.” You jump to action, moseying on over to the front door to find…
>...Rainbow Dash and Twilight Sparkle, both looking excited.

>>42257531
Good update. You're turning me into a Fluttersfag.

>>42257531
>tfw no gentle loving future wife to cuddle with all day

>>42257531
>...Rainbow Dash and Twilight Sparkle, both looking excited.
Interesting combo. What are they up to?

>>42257531
based

>>42257531
>...Rainbow Dash and Twilight Sparkle, both looking excited.

>>42251351
Mares are a boon.
And a boost.

>>42258307
very much a boost, must be lovely coming home to see your mare wife and the foals being happy you're back from work, trip, etc.

>>42257531
Such a good green it makes my day brighter when I get to read more of it!

>>42241845
Would Anon even have the energy to keep up with Pinkie Pie?

>>42259457
No.

>>42259503
sleepy anon :D

>>42259457
Nobody does. But you can try.

>>42249977
>You gently drop the horse princess on your living room couch.
>*POMF*
>"Oof?! Wut is da meening uf dis, Anuuuun?!"
>Twilight squirms around on the cushions, but alas, she is far too shitfaced drunk to even sit up straight.
>You take this moment to snatch her bottle of booze away and head to the kitchen.
>The foul-smelling liquid sizzles as it flows down the drain.
>How do ponies drink this slop?!
>With the deed done, you decide to grab a blanket from the hallway closet on the way back.
>Upon returning to the living room, you're shocked to see Twilight opening a fresh bottle of...whatever it is she was drinking.
>Oh right, she's magical.
>You sigh and throw the blanket right in her face.
>Twilight mumbles some unintelligible gibberish before pulling the blanket down just enough to take another swig.
>Time to get to the bottom of this madness before YOU start drinking.
"Okay Twilight, why the buck are you drinking yourself to death?"
>More indistinguishable dialogue flows from her muffled snout.
"Maybe we should talk later, when you can actually talk?"
>You sigh and pull the blanket over her head.
"Get some rest, you crazy purple pony."
>Twilight squeaks and suddenly lurches forward.
>The alicorn's quivering hooves barely graze your neck as you matrix dodge her surprise attack.
>You sigh and trot back to the kitchen while she slumps back in defeat.
>Twilight's groans of frustration are admittedly cute, but not cute enough for you to forgive her drunken rampage.
>Five hours later....
>You help Cherry Berry load up her cart with the last of today's delivery orders.
>"Thanks for the help, Anon!" She waves to you with a smile.
"No prob." You wave back like a dingus.
>"See you tomorrow!"
>Cherry Berry trots off towards the landing platform.
>Where the buck does that mare get all her peppiness?
>Your aching hooves stumble through the front door and practically collapse on the living room floor.
>How could you have forgotten that today was going to be such a busy day for shipments?
>"Hello, Anonymous..."
>Your head bolts upright as the sound of Twilight's voice permeates the room.
>At least she sounds sober this time.

>>42260080
Now it's Anon turn to bring the hopeless magic out of the purple alicorn and fix the broken bond between them may they be able to settle the matter peacefully not escalate into a fight.

>>42260080
Finally sober, bet Twiggles is feeling embarrassed from the drunken rage from before lol

>>42260080
>Five hours later....
That's quick. Usually it takes more than that for someone to clear up again.

>>42260344
alicorn metabolism maybe? either that or a sobering spell

>>42260524
I doubt that Twiggles being drunk would care about using a sobering spell since all she thinks is about Derpy taking Anon before her, so 100% alicorns just recovering quicker than most.

>>42260714
Also, horse. Herbivores have a very high alcohol tolerance. Their livers are super-charged compared to a human.

>>42260835
That's kinda hot.

>>42260080
>Twilight beckons to you with a hoof patting the empty couch cushion next to her.
>If this is your chance to find out what the buck is going on, then you have to take it.
>You reluctantly take a seat next to Twilight.
>Twilight stares at the floor, her face awash with despair (and possibly a hangover).
>"Anon, I-" She bites her trembling lip.
>Oh boy, here it comes.
>The sappy apology that's supposed to fix everything and make everypony live happily ever after.
>"I still don't understand."
"Understand what?" You cock your head in confusion.
>Twilight's head slowly turns until her eyes meet yours.
>"Why didn't you choose me to be your special somepony?"
>Tears stream down her cheeks.
>"Couldn't I make you happy the way Derpy does?"
>This doesn't sound like an apology. AT ALL.
>With the way she's behaving, one would think you cheated on her or something.
"Twilight, we've been over this already."
>You wipe the tears from her eyes.
"I wasn't looking for a one night stand, especially when magical princesses are involved."
>As much as you would've LOVED to rut this mare stupid at the time, it would've been pointless without the love to justify it.
>"It didn't have to be a one-off mating!" She protests.
>You stare at her as though she grew a second head.
>"My books on pony courtship didn't say to *hic* jump directly into mating b-but-"
>She's beginning to lose her self-restraint.
>"-it was all I could think of to help you!"
>She throws her body into yours and completely breaks down crying.
>"We could've *sniffle* made it work, Anon!"
>She wraps her forelegs around you in a surprising vice grip that's impossible to escape.
>Your shoulder quickly becomes soaked with the pony's tears.
>Without even thinking, you hug Twilight close and gently pat her on the head.
>The purple pony coos with approval and snuggles you even more.
>Dear Celestia, give you strength.

>>42261142
Okay, not so sober then. That could get hairy.

>>42261142
Whew, dear old Twiggles is very attached to Anon. Who knew being late to Hearts and Hooves day could cause such hopelessness for a alicorn princess!

>>42261197
You think her becoming an alicorn made her worse at handling rejection?
Imagine being bestowed godhood and being next in line for the throne of your country and you still can’t get a date

>>42261203
I mean it's quite obvious no? Twiggles just saw Anon get taken by Derpy of all ponies instead of her and the thought that Twiggles will think is that nopony would resist a date with a alicorn since it's once in a lifetime thing that no other pony would even have the chance but that comes to a screeching halt as she sees Derpy walts in and takes good old Anon. I dont blame the alicorn for getting drunk after that.

>>42261142
Well at least now we know that princess Twilight wanted to have genuine feelings for Anon by dating him Anon should tell her that he felt abandoned and hurt when Twilight didn't show up she shoulda check how much time has passed and magically sent him a note telling him what's taking her so long so he would understand the situation and waited to work it out with her once she shows up it order to try their date again.

>>42261142
>"Couldn't I make you happy the way Derpy does?"
Ouch, poor Twilight.

>>42260835
Huh, neat. Learned something new today.

>>42261579
The bacteria in their gut ferment cellulose (that's the whole reason they can eat grass and get more out of it than a stomach ache) and produce all sorts of stuff, including alcohols. They've sort of got a controlled version of auto-fermentation syndrome.

>>42261597
That makes ponies like Berry Punch even more impressive. Imagine what booze she must chug to hammer herself so hard.

>>42261653
When it's your cutie mark, it gives you supernatural skill in it.

>>42261657
It would be funny if Berry Punch had that condition where the body is making its own aclohol so shes constantly in some state of drunk and never sober

>>42262153
What condition? Being Demoman?

>>42262222
No, gastrointestinal yeast infection turning any carbs you eat into booze. Can get you drunk on milk.

>>42262227
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auto-brewery_syndrome

>>42261197
I could see Twilight becoming attached to the first stallion she develops a crush on.

>>42261142
Hopefully Twilight doesn't do any time travelling of the sorts to be there in time, causing any sort of butterfly effect.

>>42262222
checked also I could see Anon sort of having the same personality as the Scout.

what would you do if your wife booped your snoot?

>>42263086
Give her a good ol' boop, sharing is caring after all and she could be waiting for a boop as well!

>>42263086
A muzzle nuzzle.

>>42263086
Give a smooch and some love since that is a fair exchange.

>>42262303
Twilight would never do anything that unhinged. Surely not.

>>42263690
Welcome to Lesson Minus One.

>>42263690
>he doesn't know

>>42261142
Aww, thats cute to see Twilight hugging Anon for emotional support.

>>42263086
Hug her!

>>42257214
True, so many mares yet so little stallions in Equestria.

>>42264616
Anon is staring at my soul... Scary!

>>42264949
Nah he's just minding his own business like all ponies do.

>>42261142
Will need a lot of strength to deal with Twilight's obsession. Hopefully Anon can solve this!

>>42261142
>"I saw you, saw US, together." Twilight laments. "Our love was so beautiful..."
>The words coming out of her mouth are making less and less sense.
>Wait a minute, is she still drunk?
"Please stop speaking in riddles you dorky dingus."
>She pulls away from you and sighs.
>"There exists a timeline where you chose me as your special somepony, and we became a happy couple...just like I wanted."
>Her horn ignites with a burst of fiery purple magic.
>"I can show you, if you'd like." The faintest smile crosses her lips.
"Wait a minute Twilight, are you saying you can just create timelines out of thin air?!"
>Your eyes widen until it feels like they're going to pop out of your skull.
>Alicorns always were toted as the most powerful of the pony tribes, but time traveling is a whole new level of insanity.
>The purple princess pony shakes her head, much to your personal relief.
>"No Anon, these timelines are merely theoretical."
>She jumps down from the couch and stretches her legs.
>"If one knows where and how to look, one can find endless possibilities scattered across the infinite plane of spacetime."
>Brain.exe has stopped working.
>"But these infinite possibilities have one fatal flaw: they can be seen, but cannot be touched."
>You raise a hoof to interject, but it's too late.
>The thousand and one questions bouncing around in your mind are quickly silenced as Twilight's eyes begin to glow bright white.
>Without another word, she tears open a strange portal right in the middle of your living room.
>"Come, my dear Anon."
>She points towards the portal, where something begins to take shape at its center.
>"Witness the reality that could have been, but *sad noises* never will be."
>She wipes her sniffling snout and tries to put on a brave face, but you know deep down that whatever's in that portal is tearing her apart on the inside.
>You take a deep breath and move towards the glowing cosmic window.
>It's best if you humor the poor mare, lest she break down crying again.
>You slowly peer into the portal, not quite sure of what to expect.
"Holy bits."

>>42265888
Is Twiggles trying to make Anon regret going out with Derpy? She'd be a bit too late for that now.

>>42265888
>"Holy bits."
I can't shake the feeling that the vision will somehow fuck up Anon's mind too. The images won't leave him for a long time.

>>42265888
Interesting a what if scenario between princess twilight and anon in this alternative timeline wonder how it plays out, the sexy scenes they have experience together, how many foals they have in their family, and what type of behaviors they'll have and their names?

>>42265888
I sure hope the experience doesn't cause Anon to distort

>>42265888
Ahh we're now going to see the alternate paths that were skipped in favour of Derpy, interesting!

>>42265888
Ohh twilight sparkle, Anon has already chosen Derpy so you cant change Anon's mind.

>>42266789
I'm not so sure about that. Magic can do a lot of interesting stuff.

>>42266797
I'm surprised she hasn't time travelled back yet, but I presume Twilight is a bit too drunk to recall such a thing.

>>42265888
It'd be ironic if the reason Twilight was late for the date was because she was too busy watching her AU futures.

>>42266851
>drunk time travel
The big brother of drunk driving. A recipe for disaster. Or shenanigans.

>>42266184
>distort
You mean Discord-tier magic distortion?

>>42267287
>too busy taking notes of exactly what to do, how and when to make her perfect timeline happen
>takes so long she misses her shot and loses it forever
classic Twiggles

>>42267438
Nah, just the talk about peering into and forming alternate time lines activated my koreaboo sleeper agent programming for a moment

>>42267369
Certainly would cause some sort of butterfly effect that will make it worse for Twiggles.

>>42267369
Like this, but with magic:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=avYBuijHPBI

>>42266797
Could do yeah but I don't think it can revert what Anon and Derpy did during the night.

>5 days pass
>only 1 story gets updates

>>42268378
Hope the others continue too. But writefagging takes a lot of time and effort. Sometimes RL just doesn't let you do it.

>>42268378
I'm sure they're taking their time, sometimes people get writer's block and need some time to think of new ideas for their stories.

>>42268378
I've got a full time job and art as another hobby, I don't have as much free time as I used to have
But I should be able to get an update out by Sunday evening

>>42268700
>>42268523
I know precisely what I want to happen, but I just haven't had time to sit down and turn it into writing.

>>42268789
A Tempest green? yes please!

>>42268935
It can still become a green about her if you choose make it about her.

>>42268768
Looking forward to it, writefriend.

>>42268768
>>42268789
Ooh, looking forward to the updates!

>>42264949
He's just eatin grass, just pony things

>>42268768
>>42268789
>>42268768
Take the time you need.
It's better to wait a bit than to create pointless schedule pressure.

>>42268378
soon

>>42269753

>>42269753
Niiice

>>42224913
>Pain
>Lots of pain
>A dull ache
>Distant noise
>Getting closer
>Clearer
>A voice
>Mach
"Mach!"
>You're awake
>More pain
>Dirt
>Your body feels like it's been crushed and pushed through a garden hose
>Deja vu
>Only this time you know why your body feels this way
>Everything's still attached at least
>But you can feel something's bent the way it's not supposed to
>Great, another visit to the doctor
>A hoof pulls your focus back
>Mach's in front of you
>Shaking like a leaf
>You immediately pull him to you and check him over
>He quietly accepts it, his breathing heavy and fast as his eyes dart around
>Grunts and small squeaks of pain escape him as you give him a once over
>Lots of bruising
>Nothing broken
>Best of all, no bleeding
>Except for the bit you just dripped onto him
>You wipe at your brow
>A heavy, thick mix of brown and red
>You'll need to clean that
>Later
>Mach is hyperventilating
>You turn him around to face you
>Like before, you level out your breathing
>Hoof to chest
>Breathe in
>Breathe out
>He slowly starts to copy you
"You alright, Mach?"
>Your voice seems to finally pull him out of his own head as he seems to finally focus on you
>Now he's hugging you
>That's new
>"I wanna go home"
>He sounds so small
>You look up
>There are gaps in the canopy of the trees
>Too small for you
>But he could squeeze through
>Sadly, you doubt he has the energy to even fly to Ponyville, let alone Cloudsdale
>You don't even know where you are, or which way is north
>Not that it'd do you much good, cause you don't know which way you should face to get to Ponyville in here
>But the kid doesn't need to know that
>The truth was all well and good before
>Now is the time for lies
>With a slight wince you stand and set Mach on your back
>He clings to you like you're driftwood
"Well, let's get to it then, we're burning daylight"
>The deathgrip on your coat relaxes a little at your usual casual tone
"Besides, if I don't get you home before curfew, Hot Stuff will have my hide"
>This draws a small chuckle from the little colt
>That's good
>You prefer him chucking at your inevitable demise to being terrified
>With a once over of the forest, you're already lost
>No sign of a beaten path
>Not good
>No sign of any life either
>Doubly not good
>Because you're very familiar with what lives in these woods
>And if they're not here
>Then that just means they're watching you
>You decide that you should at least give them a moving target and begin to trek in a random direction
>Before you get too far, you shoot a glance up and over your shoulder
>Wherever you fell in from, there's no way to tell
>None of the trees have broken branches or displaced leaves
>Either this place is durable enough that you didn't make it budge
>Or it fixed itself
>Neither option is comforting

>>42269852
>You like to think you've gotten used to the rustic ways of these ponies
>Next to no paved roads, not even cobblestone to even out any paths
>Even clouds aren't perfectly made
>Some being thinner than others
>Ponies simply live more in-tune with nature than you're used to, but you've adapted
>At least, you thought you had
>But the Everfree is an entirely different beast
>You can't get your footing balanced as you walk
>The grass chafes at your hooves
>And if not the grass, then some gnarled root trips at you
>You're pretty sure some try to grab at you briefly as you walk past
>Not to mention the tree
>The gaps between are narrow
>Each time you squeeze through you're reminded of what you've done to your wings
>You have to push down the pain and bite back the urge to yelp everytime
>But you have to keep a calm composure
>Even with how much he's calmed, you can still feel Mach shivering against you
>You can't even drape a wing over him to comfort him
>He at least seems somewhat aware of your situation as he seems to be trying to avoid making contact with your wings
>As you trek through the overly quiet forest, you keep your senses as aware as you can
>Your eyes scan for any sign of a path or light
>Light either from a way out, or watchful eyes
>Your ears stay on a swivel, trying to catch any sounds
>Hoping to hear the sound of somepony coming along
>But expecting a snarl
>Then there's your nose
>You wish your sense of smell hadn't become so heightened
>The whole forest reeks of damp moss and so many unfamiliar flora and fauna that you can't even begin to tell apart one from the other
>"Is it true you used to live here?"
>The question is enough to make you pause your march through the uneven ground
"What?" You ask, voicing the confusion swirling in your head
>"Mom said that you used to live here or something..." Mach trails off
>The absurdity of the idea is enough to put you somewhat at ease as you let out a light laugh and continue moving
"No," you try to squeeze out between chuckles, "no, I didn't live here Mach but I..."
>How do you explain this to a child without giving away what happened?
"I... had to take a path through here to get from where I'm from to Ponyville. I... got lost, and, well eventually got out."
>You decide to leave out the parts about how you took a crash course on quadrapedal locomotion by running for your life
>"Oh! So you have been here before!" He says, happily, and you hear him mutter some reassurances to himself
>Now if only you could find anything like a landmark or something slightly familiar
>Unfortunately you're pretty sure you're seeing this part of the forest loop
>But you're not going to let panic set in
>That's probably what it wants
>One hoof in front of the other
>Keep going until you're out
>Then your mind decides to pull out the other possibilities if you can't get out
"Hey Mach," you start casually, "how you feeling bud? Think you can fly?"

>>42269854
>Mach seems to jolt on your back, then you hear the rapid fluttering of his wings as he lifts from you
>His face tells you he had somehow forgotten about flight
>Your smirk puts him at ease
"You mind poking your head above the trees? I think we're close to town, but I want to orient myself"
>He gives a glad nod
>Whether it's because he's reassured by your words, or because he's eager to get out of this forest, you're not sure
>He zips up, leaving behind only a rustling noise and a few wayward leaves floating down around you
>Without his presence on your back you now feel a sudden and distinct chill run down your spine
>And it's only now that your ears catch a noise
>Growling
>You look over your shoulder
>For a moment your eyes trick you
>Some part of you wants to believe they're just fireflies
>Two glowing green orbs hovering in the shade
>But you know what they are
>Timber wolves
>You might not have researched much when you got out of this forsaken forest
>But you did look into them
>Now it seems like your old friends are back
>What's most unfortunate
>Is the fact that they seem to remember you
>A paw briefly creeps out towards you
>The shadows seeming to stick to it as it crawls forward
>Yet as soon as it approached, it retreats
>With a cheer, a pink blur comes back down to you
>Mach is excitedly pointing and making other motions
>You see out of your peripherals that his mouth is moving
>But your ears don't hear him
>They only hear the low growling fade as the green lights fade back into darkness
>And even after, you wait to hear more
>"-ymous?"
>Your attention snaps back to Mach
"Huh- wha?"
>He looks between you and where you were looking, only to end up confused
"Sorry kid, got lost in my own head, what's up?"
>"Ponyville! It's that way!" He says, pointing just a bit to the side of where you were heading. "I think it's like, less than an hour away."
"Well then what are we waiting for?" You say with a glad smile
>You're surprised when he choose to hop back onto your back, but you don't complain
>With one last glance back at where you'd seen the wolves, you plant your hoof and begin making tracks to town

shorter update this time, but I feel more in a writing mood, so the next update should come quicker than this one did
https://ponepaste.org/10481#3102

>>42269861
Pretty good update to the green as usual, Love that Anon is learning more about how ponies trust each other and making new friends even in sticky situations.

>>42269861
>With one last glance back at where you'd seen the wolves, you plant your hoof and begin making tracks to town

Well that's not ominous at all kek

Appreciate the update!

>>42269861
Anons wings seem to never catch a break to recover before being damaged again haha

>>42270370
That's what you can expect around Rainbow Dash.

>>42269861
>More green
Thank you, good stuff.

>>42269861
Quite menacing to have the timberwolves not chase with such a opportunity, is there a bigger enemy going after both Anon and Mach?

>>42270407
Makes me wonder if Rainbow Dash will try to get Anon to try to get into the Wonderbolts, that will be quite the work and feat to do.

So you think he lost a wing?

>>42257531
“G’morning.” You greet the two mares.
>”Gooood morning, Anonymous! How’re ya feeling?” Rainbow asks you in a peppy tone.
“Pretty good, I guess.” You answer, not sure what else you could have answered the question with.
>”Didja eat breakfast?”
“Yeah, why?”
>”’Cause day one of training begiiiiins NOW!” Rainbow boldly answers.
>You blink several times, fully waking up thanks to Rainbow’s loud, scratchy voice.
>Today’s sure off to a start.
“Training? What are you talking about?”
>Twilight steps forward, making you realize that she’s gotten a bit taller than you remember her being before your coma.
>”Rainbow and I were talking last night as the party was wrapping up, and we thought we would help you recuperate by overseeing your physical therapy!” Twilight beamed.
>”And who better to help you get back in the sky than THE best flyer in all of Ponyville?” Rainbow boastfully butted in, flapping her wings for emphasis.
>”Is everything okay?” Fluttershy asks from behind you, joining the conversation.
>”We’re gonna be training Anon to get back to his old self, starting today!” Rainbow answers her.
>You can feel the air pressure around Fluttershy shift when she hears this.
>You can sense her disappointment.
>”But… but Anon and I were gonna have a picnic by the pond today.” Fluttershy meekly informs her.
>”We’re really sorry to be butting in on your time with Anon, especially since he’s been gone for so long, but… not to put this the wrong way, but don’t you want Anon to get back to flying through the sky with you?” Twilight asks her.
>Fluttershy nervously looks around, stepping slightly closer to you.
>”I just think he needs a little more time to get used to things. If he exerts himself too much too soon, he could really hurt himself.” Fluttershy says to Twilight, stepping in front of you and extending a wing to cover you.
>”Come on, Fluttershy, the longer Anon waits to get training, the harder it’s gonna be for him! Do you want him to be in that walker forever?” Rainbow counters, notably more aggressively.
>”No, of course not!” Fluttershy defensively answers.
>”Girls, I think it would be best if Anonymous speaks for himself.” Twilight interrupts them.
>Rainbow and Fluttershy both look at you.
>Rainbow gives you an expectant look, like she’s waiting for you to quit dragging your hooves and get your head in the game.
>Fluttershy looks at you pleadingly, she wants you to return to the comfort of your time with her and save your training for another day.
>But there’s conflict in Fluttershy’s eyes, she knows she can’t ask you to not begin your physical therapy.
>You look down at her wing, still guarding you from Twilight and Rainbow.
>...You still can’t feel your wings.
>You look up at the sky.
>So faintly familiar.
>The clouds are cleaner than the clouds in your coma dream.
>But they’re so far away.
>Beyond your reach.

>>42272085
>You look back at the girls.
“...I’m ready when you are.” You say to Rainbow.
>”Yeah! That’s the spirit!” Rainbow cheers.
>Fluttershy slowly lowers her wing dejectedly.
>”Spike’s been setting up your training course while we were talking!” Rainbow adds, using her wing to point behind her.
>Looking past her, you see Spike adjusting a set of foreleg rails and a tank of water.
>Once he’s finished making sure the foreleg rails are sturdy, he leans against them and wipes the sweat from his brow.
“...That’s it?” You ask Rainbow and Twilight.
>”You gotta trot before you can gallop, Anon! I’ve been reading up a lot-”
>”That’s a first.” Rainbow sarcastically interrupts her.
>Twilight rolls her eyes at Rainbow before continuing.
>”I’ve been reading up on physical therapy. I’ve created a six month schedule for your physical therapy complete with dietary recommendations!” Twilight beams with pride.
“Wait, the party was last night. You went home and made a six month schedule for my rehabilitation in ONE night?” You ask her, both incredulous and impressed.
>”A lot of the physical therapy books I looked at already had general routines for both pegasi and former coma patients. All I did was adjust the recommended repetitions and weights for your specific build!”
>Twilight’s always really good at making this kind of stuff sound easy.
>”You keep talking about your book stuff, I’m gonna go add some finishing touches to the training course.” Rainbow excuses herself, flying over the foreleg rails to inspect Spike’s handiwork for herself.
>You turn your attention back to Twilight.
“I’m kinda surprised you’re here, too. I figured you’d just give Rainbow the schedule and go back to your princess duties.” You say to her.
>Twilight dismisses her concerns with a wave of her hoof.
>”I’ve got room in my schedule. Seeing as how I’m now the Princess of Friendship, it’s my responsibility to ensure that all the residents of Ponyville are as happy as they can be.” Twilight answers in a notably regal tone.
>Then Twilight leans in a little closer after glancing back at Rainbow and Spike.
>”I’m also here to make sure Rainbow doesn’t get carried away.” She whispers to you and Fluttershy.
>”I can make sure of that, too! If Anon’s going to be undergoing physical therapy, then I’m always going to be nearby to make sure he’s not being pushed too hard.” Fluttershy steps in on your behalf.
>”That’s totally fine! In fact, emotional support from a loved one is very beneficial for a recovering patient!” Twilight assures her.
>You can still sense some tension from Fluttershy, like she’s still apprehensive about all this.
>”Get your dorky flank over here, Anon!” Rainbow waves you over.
>Fluttershy sharply inhales but eventually lowers her wing to let you pass.
>”I’ll be right behind you, Anon. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” She quietly promises you.

>>42272086
>You spare a moment to savor her closeness and rest your head against hers.
>Fluttershy leans into your small embrace, making you wish you could stay there with her and not have to deal with physical therapy.
>But separating from her is a necessary evil.
>The sooner you’re rid of these awful, squeaking wheels and the uncomfortably tight holster, the better.
>The sooner you’re back up in the sky, the better.
>You follow Twilight over to the little training setup they made for you, with Fluttershy close behind you.
>The course is very, very simple, it’s just two foreleg rails with a large tub of water at the end.
>”This section is just for getting you used to supporting your own weight. We’re gonna take the walker off of you so you can practice walking on your hind legs to the end of the railing. I’ll be right here to catch you if you can’t support yourself.” Twilight informs you as you get a feel for the railing.
>You nudge the metal bar and sure enough, it doesn’t budge an inch.
>”I’m gonna lift you up a bit to remove your walker. When you’re ready, just say the word and I’ll lower you down so you can take hold of the rails.” Twilight says to you.
>Just as she said, you’re lifted into the air in a casual display of her magical prowess.
>The walker’s straps are loosened and removed from your body, making you feel even more self-conscious.
>You probably could’ve done it yourself.
>The walker is carefully placed on the ground beside Fluttershy, who takes careful hold of it as she watches you with anxious eyes.
>”Are you ready, Anon?” Twilight asks you.
>You nod.
“I woke up ready.”
>”Attaboy, Anon!” Rainbow cheers you on.
>Slowly, like a feather descending to the earth, you’re lowered to the ground slow enough for you to get a good grip on the two rails at your sides.
>When the magic dissipates, your hind legs almost immediately buckle under the weight of your own body.
>You can’t help but yelp as every muscle below your waist strains and threatens to give out.
>You can’t stop your legs from wobbling.
>”Anon, are you okay? Do you need help?” Fluttershy asks you, making her way over to you before you can answer.
>”Give him a second! He can handle this!” Rainbow assures her, swooping in between her and you.
>”Come on, Anon! One hoof in front of the other! Just to the end of the railing!” Rainbow cheers you on.
>You can only groan in response.
>You can’t bring yourself to move an inch.
>You’re fighting just to stay upright.
>Your breathing quickens as your strength leaves your body.
>You peer over to Fluttershy and Rainbow.
>Rainbow has her wings outstretched to block Fluttershy from rushing over to you, all Fluttershy can do is look at you pleadingly.
>Spike and Twilight stand beside them as they cheer you on.
>”You got this, Anon! Show those rails who’s boss!” Spike encourages you.
>Your eyes meet Fluttershy’s.
>...You have to do this.
>For her.