Draw Bottlecap, /mlp/.

>>42286956 (OP)
So...she's really good at bottling things?

>>42286968
Maybe she's a glassblower, making those bottles herself.

She collects bottles and recycles them.

She drinks more than Berry Punch.

Draw this, shithead.

>>42286956 (OP)
I love her

>>42286985
What if...both a glassblower and a bottler of things?

>>42287566
Me too.

>>42286956 (OP)
wow rare mare

>>42286956 (OP)

>>42286956 (OP)
I'll bottle her snowpity

>>42287587
>Wat do? Smile in a void
So generic and lifeless

>>42289127
What does bottled snowpity look like?

>>42289730
Like an empty bottle
Snowpity is gaseous, odorless, and invisible in normal light

>>42290204
Just like Glimmer's delicious farts I love to bottle them

>>42289730
Bottled snowpity radiates in the most faint white light in the most beautiful way you can imagine.

>>42290204
I believe both of these worthy Anons. I will headcanon that bottled snowpity radiates in a beautiful, faint white light, and that it is an odorless gas that is invisible in normal light.

bottle bump

>>42291448

Come on /mlp/, don't you want to draw this beautiful mare?

>>42287454
>Bottlecapped by Bottlecap
Kem

>>42287454
lul, nice

>>42293378
I wish I could draw, Anon. If I could I would draw lots of this mare. I would draw her looking happy, with her snowpity shining brightly, and sitting amongst her bottle and bottlecap collection. I can see it in my mind. But when I try to put it on paper, all that comes out is 3-year-old scribbles.

>>42293378
No. Drawing pisses me off.

>>42293378
I've seen OCs on this board that are 10x more interesting, your tastes are just dogshit. You want artists to draw? then inspire them, faggot.

Drawn in the back of a moving car

>>42295654
You're a legend, Anon. I love it!

>>42287454
giwtwm

Why cap?

I am artistically challenged, but maybe I can write a quick green for Bottlecap. Any requests? So.ething cute, comfy, whimsical?

>>42297937
a sort of cask of amontillado situation where she brings a drunk anon down to her glass foundry and traps him in a huge glass jar

>>42297947
You'll have to forgive me, since I don't know that much about liquors (amontillado is a kind of sherry, yes?). Why does is need to be amontillado?

>>42297956
A Cask of Amontillado is a short story about some dude luring a drunk guy into some catacombs, promising a super fancy drink is stored there, and then building a brick wall to trap him there to die.

>>42287454
Saved

>>42287454
AIEEE DONT SMASH MY BEAUTIFUL HEAD

>>42287454
based

>>42295654
CUTE

>>42286985
imagine the blows

>>42297772
No cap

>>42293306

bottles

>>42295654
cute amres

How do you call unofficial draw threads?

>>42302674
Fun

>>42302674
what makes draw thread official?

>>42302958
>Bottle mare has red eyes
Is this a sign of crazy?

>>42303113
I think due to OP pic having her eyes closed, Anons are trying improvise (see also >>42295654
). I believe her eyes are actually supposed to be blue (picrel: right of the brown amre, Mjölna).

>>42302958
she has red dead eyes

>>42301859

>>42297947
>>42298269
I'll write something along those lines. But it will be pony-rated.

I can't draw ponies, but here's a little model of her I whipped up if that counts.

>>42304721
nice
bumping for visibility

>>42304159
Bottlecap, who was sitting at a café, watched as Anon walked through Ponyville's town Square. Since he arrived she had developed a singular fascination with this creature; the way he ambled around on two legs, how his arms swung as he walked, his peculiar personality, and the way he could manipulate things with his fingers.
>"Hi, Anon! Where're you going?"
"Hi, Bottlecap. I'm just on break. So, I decided to go for a walk."
>Bottlecap saw this as an opportunity, since he wasn't going anywhere in particular. "Well, you wanna come over to my glassworks and see my bottle collection?"
Anon shrugged. "Sure." Anon wasn't all that interested in bottles. He was interested in trains, which is why he was a mechanic at Silver Spanner's locomotive repair yard outside of town. But, he had nothing better to do.
>"Great! Come on, follow me!" Bottlecap was positively giddy with excitement.
As they walked, Anon filled her in on the latest train news. She listened intently, but she was never that interested in trains. Bottlecap was interested in bottles (and glass); making them, selling them, collecting them, putting things in them, etc.
>Soon they arrived at her shop. The sign out front simply read 'Bottlecap's Bottle's'. "Here it is, my humble glassworks and bottle store!" said Bottlecap with no small amount of pride as she motioned to Anon to follow her in.
Stepping into the store part, Anon was presented with display after display of beautifully crafted bottles and jars in all manner of whimsical designs, colors, and shapes. He was genuinely impressed at the detail. "Wow! You made all of these?"
>"Yep! Every single one! And I make each one unique. See, this one I made in a specific shape with a special kind of glass that bends the light best. So it makes rainbows in any light and at any angle! Neat, huh?"
"Yeah! Must have taken a lot of thought and designing." Anon rubbed his chin as he thought about the optics of it.
>Bottlecap nodded and added with a cunning grin, "...And, I might have worked some magic into the glass itself."
"Do ponies in Ponyville really buy so many bottles?"
>"Nah. A few. But, I mostly get a lot of merchants that come through on the railway from bigger cites. They usually buy up a bunch. Sometimes a really rich one comes through and buys up the whole store! They sell 'em in other cities, I guess." After a short pause, she continued. "Here. I'll show you my workshop."
Anon followed her through a hallway that lead to an open-air work area under a roof that provided shade. Everywhere there were work benches, glass working tools, kilns, ovens, blow pipes and other items of the glassmaker's trade. Little bits of glass slag on the floor were a testament to how busy this area was.
>"Well, what do you think?"

1/?

>>42305289
Looking around, Anon was gaining an appreciation for the technicality of this trade. He liked how the complexity of it mirrored his own work on trains. "This is really impressive, Bottlecap. How long did it take you to learn all this?"
>"I started doing this with my grandpa when I was just a little filly. So, a long time! But, I always end up learning something new about it."
"Kinda like trains! You always come across something new!"
>Bottlecap smiled brightly at the connection they just made.
"Hey! can we fire up the kiln, or whatever, and make something?"
>"Eh. The kilns and ovens have been cold since this morning. It would take a few hours to fire 'em up and get 'em hot."
Anon looked disappointed.
>Bottlecap bit her lower lip with a little apprehension, but she thought of something...something she had been considering for a while. "I know! Wanna see my collection of special bottles?"
Intrigued, Anon answered "Sure. What's so special about them?"
>"You'll see!" said Bottlecap as she trotted toward a set of stairs that led to the basement of the building.
Following close behind, Anon watched as Bottlecap removed several locks when she got to the door. "Must be a valuable collection to warrant all those locks."
>"Oh, it's priceless!" responded Bottlecap through a cunning smile and made Anon a little uneasy. "There we are! Come on in!" she said as the last lock was removed.
Brushing away the unease, Anon stepped into the dark room.

2/?

>>42305289
>>42305295
More to follow tomorrow, if the thread doesn't die.

>>42305340
bump

>>42305340
Boop for the green.

>>42305289
>which is why he was a mechanic at Silver Spanner's locomotive repair yard outside of town
is that fucker trying to steal my background mare waifu?

>>42306198
Nah, he just likes working there because he is a train autist.

Le bump. More of the green later tonight after I get off work.

>>42304721
It counts, Anon. She's lovely.

Almost done writing the next part.

>>42290269
It might be pretty and magical substance but the way it's extracted is not pretty. Google 'bile bear' if you want the idea.
Please let mares keep their snowpity. It's magical enough to just look at them and pet them and hug them.

>>42305295
>"This is were I keep some of the best bottles I've ever made! And I like to collect other things in them, too! It's kind of a hobby. Take a look around!" Bottlecap spoke as she went around lighting some of the lanterns in the room to chase away the thick darkness."
Looking around, Anon was treated to the most gorgeous works of glass, or art, he had ever seen; all in the form of bottles or jars. Inside many of the bottles were various curious odds and ends; a bottle full of fancy buttons, one containing interesting feathers, yet another with little crystalline pebbles, and so forth. He stopped at one bottle shaped like a tree, its branches and leaves, small, delicate, and finely detailed. "Bottlecap, these are amazing! How do you even make these? It looks almost impossible."
>The comment caused Bottlecap's pride to soar. "Thanks, Anon! For these bottles I use a lot of special techniques and materials that I wouldn't use on the ones I sell. Each one of these can take months to make!"
The viewing went on with Anon admiring the bottles and Bottlecap describing the inspiration she had for many of them. Finally, Bottlecap decided it was time to show Anon more.
>"Hey I got two other rooms. One with my terrarium bottles and the other with my very best work. Come on!" She led the way through a rickety old door, around a corner, up some steps and through yet another rickety door into a long, brightly lit room with windows on either side and many wooden racks going down the center.
Upon these racks, Anon saw dozens of little terrariums, each a fancy bottle of curiously intricate workmanship. Many were clearly inspired by scenes from nature. This one looked like a pine tree, that one looked like a bear, and so on. Inside each were well manicured little forests of plants.
>"I'm really proud of some of these. I thought about selling terrariums too, but I had started to yet."
Anon marveled at how some of the plants inside actually looked like little miniature versions of the trees he had seen around Ponyville. There were even some that seemed to have miniture rose bushes, and other such tiny versions of larger plants he'd seen. "You know, these kinda remind me of bonsai trees. It's a hobby back on earth where you keep a normal tree, but you keep it small. Only these look like they're actually miniaturized."
>Bottlecap's eyes widened for a moment at the comment, but recovering she asked, "Yeah? So, did you ever make one of those Bon-za trees? I wonder if they do it the same as me."
"Never did have one, but I doubt it's the same as these? Are there miniture little forests in Everfree, or something? Where did you find tiny little trees like this?"
>Bottlecap responded with a cloaked smile. "It's a secret! If I told you, soon everypony would be doing it!"
"Oh. I get it, I guess. Anyway, it's amazing!"

3/?

>>42307846
>Bottlecap's eyes became brighter and more eager, almost hungry. "Now for the best part! You'll be so amazed that you'll never want to leave!" Once again, Bottlecap motioned for Anon to follow and she led him through a dark oak door at the end of the room.
Trailing just behind, Anon entered this new room expecting the need to light lanterns again. Instead, he was met with persistent soft glow.
>"There are no bottles like these anywhere in Equestria, Anon. Only I make 'em, and Grandpa taught me how to do it. It takes a long time, and the materials you need are very rare. Takes a while to collect 'em all." Bottlecap quietly shut the door behind them, letting the latch slowly swing back into position. Just as quietly, she turned and extracted the key from the lock.
These sounds escaped Anon's ear as he took in the ethereal scene. These bottles were more exquisite and intricate than any he had seen so far, all in fantastical shapes or representations of real objects with embellishing decoration. What's more is that the glass itself and what was contained within glowed mysteriously. Anon turned and looked to Bottlecap, as if to ask for an explanation.
>Bottlecap just smiled pleasantly. "Take a look around, Anon!"
He did so. First the workmanship of the bottles so impressed him that it captured his entire focus. Then, he began to notice what was inside. In one he saw a blue pony with white mane standing upon a patch of green moss. It had a distinctly glassy appearance but was exquisitely detailed. "I can't believe how good these are, Bottlecap. I can see the individual hairs in this pony's mane. I don't think even the best human glassmakers could do something like that."
>Bottlecap did a little bow in acknowledgment.
Moving on to others, Anon saw other little glass ponies, or trees, or little animals. Each with the same exceptional level of detail. "Wow! Is this some sort of magical glass or something?"
>"In a way it is, but it's not a spell or anything. I don't need a unicorn to do magic on them or anything. I make all these completely myself."
"Oh. You know I didn't mean to insult you. It's just that I've never seen anyting like it."
>"No offense taken, Anon!" Bottlecap's eyes drifted to the table in the center of the room, to a certain bottle there. "You know, I was...um...making a bottle for you."
"Really? But, we hardly know each other, Bottlecap."
>"Mmmm hmmm! I always really liked you. You're, sooooo interesting!" said Bottlecap, looking Anon up and down "...and I wanted to give you an amazing gift."
Anon was overwhelmed, but flattered. "Um, that's really nice of you, Bottlecap. I wish I knew; I would have gotten something for you too."
>"No worries!" Bottlecap trotted over to the table and pointed with a hoof to the bottle. "Here it is!...It's not ready yet, but what do you think? You can hold it if you like." She smiled brightly as she spoke.

4/?

>>42307851
The bottle was extraordinary. Like the others, it glowed; this one in a faint blue hue. It had a kind of bulbous shape. Around the base, a train was etched in fine detail. It was in the attitude of traveling around the base. In the background behind the train, a pine forest was etched. In the upper part of the bottle clouds and the sun were sketched on one side; the moon and stars on the other side. All of this was beautifully colored.
>"Go ahead and pick it up, Anon. Do you like it?"
He did so, running a finger along it and then picking it up by the neck with one hand and cradling the bottom in the other. He found that it was warm to the touch, and that it felt irresistible in his hands, like the tingling of static electricity. "Nobody's ever given me something this beautiful, Bottlecap. Are you sure it's ok?
>She just laughed. "Of course it is, silly!" She continued to watch eagerly as he turned it over in his hand.
And, true to his detail oriented nature, Anon was studying the bottle very closely. Drinking in each detail. He even noticed the rivets in the side of the locomotive. As he turned it around, he heard a distinct tinkling from inside. "Well, looks like there's a bit of glass inside."
>Bottlecap knew he couldn't help but notice something small like that; that was its purpose. "Oops! Sometimes little bits of glass get leftover inside when I make bottles." Her face went somewhat flat. "Um...won't you do me a favor...and, um...just kinda dump it out?"
So mesmerized by the bottle, Anon hadn't noticed the shift in Bottlecap's demeanor and voice. "Sure!" Smiling, he gripped the glass stopper to remove it."
>Bottlecap quietly bit her lower lip, her tongue rubbed her upper mouth in anxiety, her eyes fixed like steel on Anon's hand.
Upturning the bottle, Anon released the imprisoned bit of glass on to the floor.
>Bottlecap followed the glass speck to the floor with a blank face. Then raised her eyes to meet Anon's. A terrible, but saccharine grin slowly contorted her face; her pearly white teeth glistened in the glow of her bottles. This smile she presented to Anon. She smiled at him from the darkness.
He smiled at her, oblivious. "No problem." He moved to put the stopper back in the bottle.
>"Ah, no need to re-cork it, Anon. I still need to work on it anyway."
Anon shrugged and placed the bottle on the table, and the stopper next to it. "Sure thing!"
>Bottlecap's excitement grew and she gave a little laugh.
It was contagious and Anon laughed with her. Then he noticed something. He looked at the bottle he had opened, Bottlecap's gift, then at the other bottles. It occurred to him that except for the terrariums, these were the only other bottles he had seen that had stoppers. Curious, he asked the question "So, is it just a matter of style that these ones have stoppers?

5/?

>>42307859
>Bottlecap smiled, laughed, and shook her head. "No, silly! It's like with any kind of bottle. The stoppers are to keep what's inside from getting out!" She cocked her head to one side to observe Anon's reaction.
He reacted with a furrowed brow, a raised eyebrow, and a glance to the nearest bottle on the shelves. "But there's nothing inside these. Right? At least they don't seem to have any liquid in them or anything."
>"There's no liquid, but they each have something valuable inside. Each and everyone one! Valuable and...priceless!" Her eyes opened wide to emphasize the importance of what she said, and she let the 's' in 'priceless' drag out like a snake.
He looked to the bottle again. Inside was the blue pony with white mane from before. He could distinctly see its cutie mare and its mane and tail seemed to flutter every so gently and every so slowly, imperceptibly in fact, as if there was a breeze inside the bottle. Anon suddenly felt the urge to leave as soon as possible. He glanced at his watch. "Uh, I uh...it looks like my break is about to end. I better get going!"
>"No rush, Anon. You have all the time in the universe now!"
As a distinct and growing feeling of weakness began to wash over him, Anon lunged for the door and tried the handle, locked. "It's locked! Why is it locked? What's going on?"
>She responded simply by smiling and trotting in place.
Besides weakness, Anon began to feel a kind of sickly thinness. "What did you do?...Give me the key!" He stepped toward Bottlecap, but his legs were no longer strong enough to hold himself up and he collapsed to the floor.
>"Anon, don't worry! Don't be afraid! Everything is fine! It's good...really really really good!" She was giddily dancing in place.
Anon managed to push himself up to a sitting position with his back propped up against the door. I tried to raise his arm and held it outstretched. "Please! Help!" Looking to his hand, it seemed to Anon that it had become translucent.
>Meanwhile, Bottlecap had trotted up to Anon so that they were face to face. She nuzzled her nose against his and gave him a kiss. "I am helping you, Anon. You see, you see! You had to open it willingly. Willingly!" Her face became serious. "If I forced you to open it...or I opened it at you, it would have been death for you." her face broke out into a pleasant smile again and her voice became sot and supple. "But you did it yourself. So you will live forever." Now tilted her head and twirled a hoof, as if thinking to herself. "Well yes, live forever, but kinda paused at the same time."
Anon looked on with horror. He felt himself grow weaker, and thinner. Then he began to feel as if he was falling faster and faster, like he was being drained away in the direction of the bottle. He saw filaments of light emanating from him toward the opening of the bottle.

6/?

>>42307862
>Bottlecap continued to nuzzle his nose and rub her check against his. "Shhhh. No fear, Anon. There's nothing to be afraid of. You'll just be here with me, and I'll take care of you. Doesn't that sound nice? I promise, and I love you!" she whispered.
"I...I...I..." Anon tried to say something, but he felt his mind slow and crystalize into stasis.
>Bottlecap gave him one last loving kiss before the remainder of Anon's essence passed into the bottle and he was gone. She trotted over to the table, took up the stopper in her mouth and placed it back into the mouth of the bottle.
>Smiling, Bottlecap pulled up a large cushion that was resting against wall and sat down on her haunches facing the bottle. With a satisfied sigh, she folded her forelegs on the table and rested her head on them so that she could gaze into the bottle at her little glass Anon.
Anon stared back at her in silence.
>She scrutinized his details. Everything from his hat to the grease smudges on his coveralls was preserved in life-like detail.
Anon's gaze was fixed in one direction.
>Her gaze grew seductive. "Mmmm! You're so handsome, Anon! Soooo, beautiful. Soooo, interesting! And Iove those deep brown eyes you have! What? Why yes!" She rolled her head to the side and relaxed her eyelids. "Yes, I'd love to marry you."
Anon looked on in stoic silence.
>"Hmmm? Oh, how does it work?" She paused to nuzzle the bottle before continuing. "Boop!...You see, my grandpa really did teach me how to do it. How to make the bottles, how to enchant the materials. How to anneal the magic in the glass, and..."
Anon quietly listened.
>"What? How did he know ho to do it? He was in their majesties' secret magical corps. He could do things unicorns couldn't. He put that to work helping to protect Equestria...that sort of thing." She raised a hoof in conclusion of that story. "Anyway, he passed a lot of his tricks on to me."
Anon considered all these details in glassy stillness.
>Her gaze became seductive again. "Mmmmm!" her tongue flicked out and she ran it up and down the bottle, feeling its warmth, feeling Anon's warmth. It emanated his masculine scent and she breathed it in greedily. She rubbed her check against and hummed a soothing tune to Anon.
Anon showed his assent in his lack of protest.
>Overcome with her feelings, Bottlecap wrapped her forelegs around the bottle and flopped down with it on to the cushion. She licked it, nuzzled it, rubbed her check against it. The room was filled with the sound of her sigs and hums. She pressed it against herself; against her chest, her belly, her legs. It was pressed and moved against her teats; it was made to gently touch other parts of her.
Anon experienced all this, and more, from his vantage in the bottle.

7/?

>>42307867
>When Bottlecap had cuddled with her Anon bottle for a while, she finally got up and placed it back on the table. She kissed it passionately and gazed once more at the little glass Anon inside. "Good night, my love! I'll see you in the morning.
Anon did not respond, but Bottlecap knew that he did, in fact, respond to her.
>She made her way to the door and unlocked it. Before she shut it gently behind her she called out "Good night everypony! Sweet dreams, and don't let the bed bugs bite!"
All the glass ponies whispered their response so quietly that nopony could have heard it.
>The door shut and the bottles glowed silently and alone in the dark.

>>42307872
Despite knowing where this was going from the start you somehow managed to make it really suspenseful with all the foreshadowing.
It's very refreshing to see more of these fun short prompt greens being made in [current year], let alone ones that explore unique little worldbuilding ideas like this

Let's just hope that Bottlecap keeps the cork on Anon's jar and doesn't turn it into a (mare)cum jar

>>42307872
Reminds me of those yandere stories.
And that's why you shouldn't go into the basements of ponies you barely know.

>>42307802
I would never extract the snowpity of an unwilling mare. But some mares have so much snowpity to give that you can bottle a bit of the excess.

>>42307872
Amarezing. Loved it through it all.

How does she smell like?

>>42308342
Glass dust.

>>42308342
Good question. Since bottles don't really smell, her smell must be inspired by her color instead. Maybe she smells like a mix of the sea and rain.

>>42308526
NTA, but I like that. Or, maybe even the smell in the air after or before a heavy lightning storm. Interesting fact: Humans are way more sensitive to that wonderfully unique smell in the air that happens before a big thunderstorm, than dogs are.

>>42307872
>Thoughts, arranged by ai

>>42307913
Thanks, Anon. The suspense was what I was trying to go for. Glad it came through at least a little bit. I was also trying to blend cuteness with danger and craziness. I think that's a difficult mixture to pull off. It's like making music work with dissonant chords.
>>42308161
Glad you liked it, Anon!
>>42307929
>yandere stories.
Never really been a fan of those, but I might have to take a look. Writing this one has got me a little interested.

>>42309029
Interesting, didn't know that. And that smell would definitely fit her.

>>42309656
>Never really been a fan of those, but I might have to take a look. Writing this one has got me a little interested.
Yeah, Bottlecap in your story (which is kino!) gave off strong yandere vibes. As in "I love you, and I don't want you to be around anypony but me so I've trapped you in a bottle, and now you're always where I want you to be!", while rubbing the bottle against all over herself.
It doesn't help that the inspiration material is about a butthurt asshole immuring an another asshole because his noble family failed and he is now a poorfag, while the latter is an alcoholic pleb who didn't truly deserve his ascension into the higher society.
It feels like some sort of a subversion of TCoA that has the theme of revenge of a man that used to be a friend of the guy but grew to hate him replaced with one of yandere's possesive love of a person that barely knows her: Anon, a person who isn't interested in bottles gets lured in one. Fortunato on the other hand, is a person interested in some fine booze, that gets lured into a niche in Montresor's basement that doesn't have any booze. Bottlecap traps Anon, who barely knows her, because she's "interested" in him, and then outright says that she loves him before cuddling the bottle. Montresor, Fortunato's friend actually hates him and insults him while sealing the vault.

Retarded word salad above aside, since we are at it, I want to write a Bottlecap green but that one would be much less interesting, not a creepy story with an interesting worldbuilding but some pregnant marecuddles instead because I want to write something wholesome for once instead of the same clop.

Not the same writefag and overall this green is unrelated to the one above.

>You're sitting in front of a desk, busy with all the papers you have to deal with, involving the profit from the sales you have to recount and the taxes you have to pay
>You think about your wife, the owner of the glass shop and the dealer of Ponyville's many bottles and jars, her current pregnancy and how it would affect the production input in the very near future
>She didn't own some factory with multiple workers, everything presented in the shop is the work of one single mare, blue in a lot in the visual features of hers, but not in her personality
>Right now she's on her seventh month, the belly just getting visibly rounded as your child inside of her grows, but still not enough to be heavy nor heavily nutritionally taxating to impair her in any way
>Your mind drifts off into memories of how you met her, and how did your relationship bloom into a loving marriage
>How you met a young and a very pretty blue mare when Berry Punch invited you for drinks for the first time, arguing that "passing a few cups of wine" would be good for you
>She was delivering bottles to the pink winemaker, and you could deduce her occupation by her cutie mark, engaging in small talk with her
>Even while not getting drunk that evening yet, you've chatted with the blue glassblower a lot, getting quite close to her
>She have told you the ways she makes glass, and how it was family business that she inherited from her mother
>The next morning, she showed you her shop before you had to go on your own business
>You talked with each other more and more
>You met on the streets saying hi, then you met her at Berry since she was the pink mare's drinking buddy, often seen together during evenings
>You were captivated by her cute charisma and her adorable smiles, her powerful snowpity drove you to feel much deeper feelings towards her
>Soon, you were dating, then you were married, and then you both found out that she's pregnant
1/?

>>42310727
>You remember her dancing excitedly in one place when she presented you the test
>When you just married her, your wife became so intoxicated with the idea of being so close to you, being legally tied together with you, that she wouldn't ever go anywhere without you being beside of her
>When Berry heard that she's pregnant, she told her to give up alcohol for a while, a suggestion from somepony who is a mother herself
>You're pulled away from your memories, initiated by your thoughts going far off when you should have been dealing with the papers, by hearing your wife come from her workshop, her hooves clip-clopping on the floor while she's humming a tune
>She brought an already finished, pink glassy heart
>In addition to her bottles and jars, her main products in Ponyville, she's also a glassworks artist, a creator of many glass stuff in the shape of anything
>The simpler, down-to-earth townsfolk of Ponyville wasn't interested much in her glassworks art, it's something richer ponies bought while stopping by the town
>Her glass art is accountable for a good portion of bits gained from the total sales, as it's much more expensive than an ordinary bottle
>Getting up on her hindlegs and placing the heart on the table, she gently smiles at you with that one kind of a smile that makes your own heart melt
>It's not the first heart she made for you, the first one is from before you were married, and ever since then they have a special place in you
>You're always so gingerly with them, as they mean much more to you than a mere pretty piece of glass, they mean your mare's love for you, her soul, her own heart that you never break, likewise with her glassworks
>You gently take it, spinning it in your hands, gazing at it like it's something very precious, something that is truly priceless
>"Do you like it, Anon?"
"I love it, Bottlecap. Just like I love you."
>As you carefully put it back on the table, Bottlecap hugs you, nuzzling you on the cheek
2/?

>>42310735
>You embrace her back, giving her you own nuzzle, savoring the feel of your wife's soft, gentle blue fur
>Holding you still and giving you some pecks on the cheek, she sighs, her face turning sad
"What's wrong? You can tell me anything." you reassure your wife, petting her head, running your hand through her silky, soft, blue mane, the shade darker than that of her coat
>"I'm just a little worried. That she might not like to be a glassblower like me, or my mom, or my grandpa, or my grandgrandma, breaking our family tradition..."
>She let out an another sigh
"Bottle, love, everything is going to be alright. Do you remember how did your mom passed on it all to you?"
>After a bit of silence, she began speaking
>"I remember how my mom gave me various presents made of glass, and then took me to her workshop, where she showed me her glassworks. I was so mesmerized that I wanted to make something like that myself. My mom and my grandpa taught me how to do it, teaching me from the basics. When I made my first bottle, is when I got my cutie mark."
"But they didn't force you to make bottles as soon as you learned how to talk. If you wouldn't force her and instead show her your art like your mom did, she would become enraptured with it just like you."
>Your argument convinced her very well, taking her worries away, as she smiled gently in your embrace, closing her eyes, her face being growing happy
>"Unless she learns from Berry how to drink instead. And get other ponies drunk by making booze."
"Berry is kind of overprotective around children. She woudn't do that to our foal until she would be much older."
>Kissing you and letting you go from her hug, Bottlecap walked to the bed, lying on it
>"The paper could wait for tomorrow, but you know who couldn't, Anon?"
>You turn, seeing your beloved in her bed, looking at you with her beautiful eyes, blue akin to her coat, mane and tail
>Up from your chair, you walk to her while she smiles happily
3/?

>>42310739
>"Come on, love, get in!" she lifts the covers up for you
>You take your clothing off and join your lover completely naked
>Giggling, she lays her head on your shoulder, her ears ready for you to scritch
>Closing her eyes, Bottlecap hums in her enjoyment of her ears being scritched
>Your other hand travels to her pregnant belly, lovingly caressing her
>She runs her forehoof on your chest in circles
>Opening her eyes, she shifts herself slightly up on the pillow, making you lay on your side
>Her face turns seductive
>She licks her lips, waiting for your actions
>Looking at her longingly for a while, you press your lips against hers
>She puckers them up, ready for your next kiss
>As your lips smack, you give a very gentle kiss with a lick on her own, prompting her to open her mouth, her tongue tenderly dancing with yours
>Your tongues rub against each other, savoring the idyllic feeling as she wraps her hoof around your head, and you mirror her action, petting her on the head
>She presses her teats against your abdomen
>They're slightly swollen up, growing since she became pregnant
>You touch her, gently caressing them, her hooves, her flanks and her belly containing your child, your beautiful little filly
>Probably just as cute and blue like her mother, your gorgeous wife, your Bottlecap
>Her tail caresses your legs, slowly brushing them
>Still tenderly rubbing yourselves against each other, you gaze into each other's gaze, your tongue still dancing with hers in the expressions of pure, gentle, perfect love
>You close each other's eyes in delight, just to open them again after you're done kissing, sharing a loving stare
4/?

>>42310749
>You inhale her sea and rain scent, cuddling her, reveling the feel of her silky coat against your bare skin
"I love you, Cappy, I love you so much."
>You gaze into her blue eyes, captivated by her own loving, sultry stare
>"You're so beautiful, Anon." Bottlecap gently coos, leaning to give you an another kiss on the lips
"Good night, Cappy. Sweet dreams." you say, kissing her pretty face back
>Feeling really sleepy, you close your eyes, cuddling closer to your wife, running your hand on her barrel, sharing your warmth with her own
>Looking at you drifting off to sleep in her hooves, your mare runs her hooves on your back
>"Good night, my love." she coos, closing her eyes
>A couple of minutes later, only the gentle, relaxed breathing of the loving couple of a man and a mare could be heard in the entire house
5/5

https://ponepaste.org/11177
Finally not writing soulless clop for once.

>>42310756
Nice work, Anon. Very comfy and warm story. I like vignette story's like this that give glimpses int the thoughts and lives of ponies and such. No really overall purpose other than to show good feelings between the two characters. Makes one smile.
>Finally not writing soulless clop for once.
Yeah, it does get old writing that. It's nice to write stories without it. It lets you explore things in a much more broad way. However, when I do incorporate it, I try to attach it to the broader story and spend a lot of time developing the growth of feelings between the two so that it is a part of the story rather than being the point of the story. Then, when it happens in the story it's not just "sex 'cuz unf unf plap plap". In other words, it pays to create depth in a story so that a sex scene, if included, has foundation and meaning rather than being soulless like you said. The downside is that stories like that can be long, and so, Anons won't read them.

>>42310756
bump to read later

>>42311241
Glad that you liked it!
And yeah, clop can be a hit or miss with the audience if doesn't solely focus on characters plapping each other. I usually try to explain how Anon and his mare waifu ended up with each other but it often comes off as shallow as fuck because I really did it for the sake of it, doesn't make clop not soulless.

Bump. 'Cuz I dunno. I like Bottlecap. Maybe I'll try and write another green.

My friend requested me to draw her after seeing this thread, so I'm deciding to post her myself. This is my first time on this site in general, so I won't really check often. Sorry in advance if I miss a request...

>>42313265
Cute! I love her!

I gave her a tiny ship. Hopefully the thread isn't too dead? I also posted them both on DA. (Because I don't know many other art sites)

DM requests are welcome...

>>42314229
have her reenact 1 man 1 jar

>>42314229
give her bellyrubs

>>42314268
Probably will be the last one for now. Had fun with this and she's very cute. I'll maybe come back whenever people need art of any pony

>>42314231
Very well, but I refuse to go into detail (respectfully)

>>42314377
nice

>>42313265
>>42314229
>>42314365
>>42314377
You're a legend, Anon. Thanks for all of these!

bump

Bump for green writing time.

>>42313265
>>42314229
>>42314365
I love her.

Is there a way to watch a certain type of thread? I would have nearly missed it!

>>42313265
>>42314229
>>42314365
Well done and very cute.
>>42314377
Kek

>>42315770
I am not sure because I never tried it, but on the catalog the little triangle icon next to a thread has a "pin" option. Maybe that will doe something equivalent.

WIP

>>42315999
Cute! Can't wait for the finished piece

>>42315999
Qtqtqtqtqtqt!
Also checked.

Cappy!

>>42315999
What is she holding? Bottlecaps collection glued to a sheet?

>>42317893
Bottlecaps collection in bottlecap holders

bottlesave

>>42318260
Wow. This is a type of autism I have never encountered. How does one categorize bottlecaps so as to organize them?

>>42318923
by brand
by type of beverage
by date of production
idk

>>42318951
Yeah, that's reasonable.

>>42318923
>>42318951
Company and brand. Then all the ones I don't know where they come from.

Upsies.

I'm trying to write another Bottlecap green, but getting writer's block. Anyone have a request?

>>42320635
Bottlecap smuggles Coke soda

>>42320635
Anon's been lazy, and hasn't thrown out all of the bottle caps he has lying around, from his excessive soda consumption. The trash ponies only collect metal on every second thursday, and he always misses it.
Bottlecap is over at his place, for whatever reason, and spots a rare collectors cap, that anon naturally had no idea about. Of course, Bottlecap is excited and being very cute about it.

>>42315999
Done!

>>42320668
Very cute, Anon! I am not interested in bottles caps, but her smile in this picture makes me want to sit down with her while she tells me all about her collection. Cheers, and thanks for giving some love to a little known background mare.