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=Aces High 9=

* https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qjawqStxLy0 *

>Your alarm clock blares and makes you pry your eyelids apart. You feel your pupils contract in the morning light.
>Today was the day, no putting it off any longer. You had to talk to Spitfire if the Wonderbolts were going to stand a chance this season.
>You reach over and shut off the clock, ending the alarm right before you had to hear Soarin' start singing.
>He must never know that you bought his shitty album.
>You stumble out of bed and make your way to your kitchen, deciding that a healthy breakfast of eggs and bacon was the best way to start what could potentially be a painful and annoying day.
>The eggs cook in one pan as the bacon fries on another and you wake up more.
>Eggs were easy enough to get when you had first arrived here, but decent meat might as well be like trying to find the Holy Grail for all the difficulty involved.
>A protein high diet wasn't easy in a land of herbivores. You had to get the meat delivered from the more carnivorous kingdoms after you had started making a name for yourself and had some money in your pocket.
>You had even gotten to the point now where ponies didn't look at you with masked nausea anymore.
>Another perk of fame.
>While you ate, you thought, there wasn't much else you could do in a condo on you lived in.
>Spitfire and you had never been at odds or anything over the course of your tenure as a 'Bolt, but she had also never grandstanded and gotten your head smashed open.
>You sigh. You suppose that you couldn't -totally- blame her for that, it's not like she did it intentionally.
>But still it pissed you off.
>You rub your head behind your ears. It was still a bit sore, but it'd do.

>>42397998
>You keep thinking as you eat.
>Hmmm...Spitfire was nothing if not proud of her accomplishments as a Wonderbolt, and anyone could see that she took her job seriously. She ate, slept, sweat, and lived the Wonderbolts since she took over as captain.
>That pride and that devotion to the team might be your in...
“As good a plan as any...” you say to yourself.
>You clean your damn dishes, you weren't an animal, and make your way into your shower.
>A quick rinse and a brushing of the pearly whites later and you threw on some clothes, pants and a bomber jacket, and got ready to head out.
>Your eyes linger on your pack, set up on it's maintenance stand in the corner for a few moments before you shrug and decide to leave it.
>You weren't bolted to the damn thing, you could go for a walk now and then. And besides, Spitfire was staying at her place in Canterlot during the season.
>Heh. “Bolted”. You were funny sometimes.
>You locked up and started down the road that would take you into the city proper from your residence at The Heights.
>Along the way on the path, you see a young gold colored pegasus practicing his loop de loops in his family's front yard.
“Practicing hard, Thunderstrike?”
>Thunderstrike was your neighbor's kid, and a fan, so you always tried to put on a smile.

>>42397999
>You see his youthful grin grow a mile wide when he sees you and lands. “You bet Mister Anonymous! I'm getting to where I don't even get rutting dizzy when I go upside down no more!”
“Thunder, who in Tartarus taught you to talk like that?”
>The boy's face scrunches. “My uncle, why?”
>Some people...
“Nevermind, seeya 'round, kid.”
>Thunder takes off and flutters next to your head excitedly as you walk past his fence. “Oh! Oh! Are you gonna go talk to the rest of the Wonderbolts!?” he asks.
“Not all of them, but one in particular.”
>You glance over and see the expectation in his eyes.
“The Boss Lady.”
>Thunder gasps. “Spitfire! She's so cool, all the kids at school say that my coat looks like hers!”
>You chuckle as you come to the turn.
“Not far off, kid.”
>You wave back at him as you walk away.
>Thunder waves back. “Don't crash, Mister Anonymous!”
>You turn back and chew on your teeth.
>Cute kid. Really.

>>42398003
>You leave your neighborhood and cut through the center streets of Canterlot on your way to Spitfire's.
>”NEIGHborhood”. You were on a roll today.
>Spitfire lived on the opposite end of the city from you, really close to the Royal Raceway and stunt stadium. She said she liked to live there so she could wake up each morning to watch the sun catch the stadium bleachers.
>Meaning she liked to not have to walk far to train, if you had to wager a guess.
>You knock Shave and a Haircut onto her door and wait for the intercom to buzz.
>”Captain Spitfire's residence, do you have an appointment?” a voice asks.
“It's Anonymous. Can you tell Spitfire I'm here and need to talk to her about something?” you ask holding the button down.
>”Do you have an appointment?” she asks again.
“I'm her race partner, I don't need an appointment. Let me in, please.”
>You could hear the mare on the other end grumble as she buzzed the door onto Spitfire's property and let you in.
>Deal with it lady, there's a pecking order to this stuff.
>The door lets you into a small courtyard in front of Spitfire's white-stoned home with a small pond in front of it.
>The last time you had been to Spitfire's house had ended with you eight sheets to the wind and going home with a model friend of Spit's so your memory on the layout was a bit strained.
>You head into the house and call out.
“Spits? It's Anon. You got a minute?”
>...
>Silence.
>You begin searching your way through some of the rooms in the house, finding a bathroom, two closets, a weight room, and the office of who you assume to be the lady who buzzed you in.
>You don't stay there long, lectures suck.
>Eventually you hear the laughter and cheers of your captain coming through an open window. You peer out and see her flying through some trees in her backyard, seemingly racing some bluejays.
“As if there could be any other place...”
>You mumble to yourself before heading downstairs and towards the race-pony.

>>42398006
Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yxthhkub89c

>You walk out onto Spitfire's back porch and stand by her music player near the picnic tables while she clears a tree pulling a turn that would pull your arm out of it's socket.
>Spitefire shoots past a birdhouse and screeches in the air to a halt, pumping her hooves in the air.
>”Aw yeah! Who da bes? I'm da bes! Spitfire's da bes!” she boasts.
“Congrats boss, you beat some birds.”
>Spitfire looks down at you and smiles. “Anny! My favorite monkey.” she flies down and lands in front of you, switching off the music player. “And you know that birds are only one half cat from being some of our best competition. How's the head?” she asks, a bit of concern touching her eyes.
“A bit sore, thanks for asking.”
>She reaches up faster than you can react and rubs the top a bit. “Aw, shoulda known that a spill wouldn't take out the best rookie I've seen in a while.”
>Jesus that was fast. You were in shock at how fast Spitfire could move, let alone race. Her entire body seemed like one lightning bolt ready to strike.
>Did she just say “best rookie”?
>”So what can I do for ya, Rook?”
>You re-muss your hair and rub the back of your neck. This was the hard part...
“Right, I'll come out and say it. The team is getting murdered in these races and if we don't do something, we're gonna get knocked out or someone's gonna get hurt. I've been working on some moves with Soarin' up at the Academy but we can't get them to work.”
>Spitfire grabs an apple and chews as you talk.
“The technicians put us together for a reason, Spits. I don't know what that reason might be but I trust those eggheads up there. I'm asking you to level with me and help me maybe get these co-op moves down so we can actually stand a chance in these upcoming races.”
>Spitfire swallows as you brace.
“Sure, when do you wanna go?”
>Whoawaitwhat.

That last dialogue line should be green
>>42398009

>You cock an eyebrow.
“Wait, that easy?”
>Spitfire tosses her apple core over her shoulder for the birds. “Uh, yeah? It's for the team, right?”
“Uhh...yeah.”
>Spitfire mimics your dope face and snickers. “Then of course I'll help you pull it off, dumb dumb. Gives me something to do here besides work the garden.”
“You got a garden?”
>Spitfire extends a hoof off to the side and directs your view to a well tended and lush garden of fruits, vegetables, and flowers off to the side of the backyard, away from prying eyes and possibly parting guests.
>”Sorta a hobby of mine.”
“I can...tell.”
>You swallow a lump in your throat.
“You're taking this way cooler than I expected, did you hit your head or something?”
>Spitfire rolls her eyes. “Pssssh. You talking about out there in the public? Come on Anny, you been in this game long enough to know what parts of the act the crowd eats up.”
“Act?”
>Spitfire shoots up a few feet into the air and spreads her forelegs out. “It's all for them, Anny! We'rre entertainers, our job is to keep the masses entertained as much as we can for as long as we can. And responsible racers with gardens aint what sells tabloids.”

>>42398010
>You stand staring.
“You're telling me that you've been putting on an -act- all these years?”
>Spitfire lands and rubs her chin. “Maybe not an act so much as...hyperbole.”
>She elbows your ribs. “Ol' Captain Jack's as good a friend of mine as he is anyone elses.”
>Hyperbole may be the biggest word you've ever heard Spitfire say.
>You blink a few times.
“Uh...yeah, I think I get it.”
>You sort of did, anyway.
“So...how about this Sunday? You and me up at the academy? We'll work some drills out.”
>Spitfire winks. “After the weekend block party? It's a date, Anny. You sticking around? I was thinking of throwing a kegger tonight. Gotta give the people what they want, eh?”
“Thanks Spitfire, but I gotta rain check. Working on the pack and don't wanna push the head injury, you know?”
>Spitfire nods and smirks. “If you change your mind and want me to break out the safety helmet, stop by and lemme know. Till then, seeya Sunday, Anny!” Spitfire says as she takes off and flies into the second story window of her home, electronic music thrumming out shortly afterward.
>Yeah...
“Seeeee you Sunday, boss.”
>You head back inside and let yourself out, heading home after the weirdest but most productive and oddly fulfilling meeting you've had with Spitfire in a long time.

=Aces High 10=

-Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ehJAm6ACO5M -

>You and Spitfire fly just above the clouds over Equestria on your way to the Wonderbolts Academy.
>It's a few hours long flight and the two of you had been talking the entire time, it was actually kind of fun, Spitfire had a ton of questions about Earth and was way cooler than you gave her credit for when she was in her off hours.
>”So they all raced usin' the thing you use?” she asks.
“Kinda, it was more these...well, they were these big engines that were connected to pods behind them with cables, and they raced through the desert with them. When I saw it, I thought it looked like they were trying to drive a rocket with their feet and no eyes.”
>Spitfire laughs a single sharp laugh. “You guys got some weird movies over there, Anny!”
“And I didn't even tell you about the Midichlorians...”
>”The what in the who now?”
>You chuckle and shake your head. “Something I try every day to forget about. I think I see the academy.”
>Since the last time you'd been at the Academy, the fall semester had started for new recruits. Dozens of fliers fly around the outside of the grounds, either in new classes and learning the ropes or taking tours with eager parents before they send their child off to school.
>Wait till they see the mess hall food...
“Do we want to make an entrance or are we gonna be subtle about this?” you ask your wingman.
>Spitfire “tch”'s “What do you think, Anny?” she says before shooting off towards the densest cluster of fliers. You follow right after.
>”Hey there!” “Nice ta meetcha!” “It only gets cooler from here, kids!”
“Hi, nice to meet you.” “You can call my Anonymous.” “Welcome to the Wonderbolts Academy!”
>Public relations never stopped for a Wonderbolt, even in transit to places.
>Once you got past the masses, you both bee-lined to the elite locker rooms.

>>42398017
>You had flown in in your flight jacket but for aerial maneuvers training, it behooved you to switch to your flight suit.
>You were the only one in the locker room at this hour considering it was the start of the semester and you can only assume that Spitfire was in the same situation over on the mares side judging by the fact that she left the service door open to keep shooting the shit.
>”So was that spill in Zebrica the worst injury you ever had on the job?” her disembodied voice asks.
“No. And thanks for that, by the way.”
>”I said I was sorry...” she says meekly.
>She did at that, and you'd been in a good enough mood since finding this common ground with Spitfire that you were willing to let it slide.
“My worst injury? Thaaaaat's a toughy...”
>You think back through your career of bumps and bruises.
“Well there was this one time when I was training with 'Dash that I ran into a water tower face first.”
>You can practically hear Spitfire wince. “Not looking where you were going?”
“I was gloating because I was ahead of her, found out I was only ahead because she veered to avoid it three seconds later.”
>”So -that's- why you're such a boyscout, eh?”
“I'm sure it's something to do with it.”
>You begin squeezing your torso into the suit.

>>42398018
>”Rainbow Dash...you mean the Element of Loyalty?” Spitfire asks.
“Very same one.”
>”I've seen her up here, she broke a few academy records when she showed.”
“I'm aware, I've seen the plaques.”
>Talk about awkward sightings.
>”What's the deal with you two?”
>You sigh as you get your arms in.
“It's not a new story. We both went out for the team, I got in, she didn't, she didn't take it well and broke up with me.”
>”That blows. You ever try and patch it up?”
“Would if she'd talk to me.”
>Spitfire whistles and you hear her slap her goggles on. “That sucks Anny, royally. Remind me one day to tell you some of my shit breakup stories.”
>You zip up and put your own goggles on, tugging at your control gloves.
“Let's worry about that after we get these moves down. Are you ready?”
>”I've been ready since you made me apologize again. Let's go!”

>>42398020
>You pull up hard and clench your fists to get some boost from your pack, coming up right in front of Spitfire's face and requiring her to flap back.
>”Whoa! Easy Anny!” she calls out, clearly annoyed.
“Sorry! I was trying to catch that slipstream you made!”
>Spitfire's shoulders slump a bit. “-I- was trying to go for your contrails.”
>You drag your palm down your face.
“Goddamit.”
>Spitfire sighs and flaps up to where you're hovering. “Come on, let's land and see what the techies gotta say.”
“Got it, on your left.”
>You fall in behind Spitfire as she flies over to where Bunsen Burner is messing with his instruments.
>”Gimme some good news, man.”
>Bunsen Burner taps his anemometer and writes some things down. “You and Anonymous were going an average of 80% your normal speed!” he announces.
>Spitfire releases an utterly disgusted sigh and sits on the bench nearby.
“Hey, at least it's better than Soarin', that was barely over half.”
>”Two thirds!” Bunsen announces.
“What he said.”
>Spitfire sighs and rests her head on her hooves still. “Two thirds or 99%, it's not our best, and that's what we need for the next race.”
>You sit down next to her.
“Who's our next race against?”
>”Buncha punk-ass dragons who cobbled together and made a crew. They may not be the smartest, but -damned- if dragons aren't fast.”
“Mmm...is it gonna be that bad, you think?”
>Bunsen pushes his glasses up. “A margin of error is natural in these early stages!”
>”We need to pull something out of our asses if we're gonna pull off a win against those speedsters.” she laments.
>Spitfire waves her hoof. “Anny and I are gonna take five, Bunny. Go get yourself something to eat.”
>Bunsen nods and trots off. As soon as he's out of sight, Spitfire rolls off the bench and lays flat on her back on the ground.

>>42398023
“Uhh...”
>You sit down on the grass next to her.
“Are you okay?”
>”If you could race anywhere, where'd you wanna go?”
>You blink a few times while that goes through your head.
“Hello non sequiter fairy, how are you?”
>”I mean it, anywhere in the world.” Spitfire says, looking at you through the bottoms of her eyes.
>You lean back a bit.
“Well...I've always liked the water, so maybe someplace near that?”
>”Like a beach or somethin'?”
>You shake your head.
“Not like a beach, like -over- the water. Something about riding over all that blue as fast as I can is cool.”
>Spitfire nods. “I'd wanna race through a volcano.”
>You cock an eyebrow.
“Are you serious?”
>”Hell yeah!” Spitfire says, pointing up at the clouds. “You know how much of my life has been spent lookin' down at those big wads of marshmallow? Lemme see a course where everything's goin' to Tatarus at least -once- before I kick it.”
“Racing like that'll make you kick it a bit sooner than expected, boss.”
>Spitfire smirks. “Pffft. Come on Anny, you know Wonderbolts don't die.”
>You wish you could have her level of confidence. You knew you were good, but Spitfire had a way of being confident enough to make everyone around her follow suit, you just couldn't help it.”
“Oh I didn't know immortality came with this gig.”
>”Only if you're one of the aces, Anny. 'Bolts haven't lost an ace of ours in five hundred years.” she says, rather proud of herself.
>Yeah...

>>42398026
“...Any of them going up against dragons?”
>Spitfire frowns. “One or two, but they came out alright.”
“I dunno. Aren't dragons to proud to lose? Won't they torch half the countryside if we beat them?”
>Spitfire's smile returns quickly to her face and she slicks back her mane. “Well then the RAF will just have to take care of it.”
>You frown, unamused.
“Spit's, we're the head of the RAF.”
>”Exactly! And 'Bolt Aces can't die, we're golden!” she says.
>You sigh and shake your head.
“Maybe I'm overthinking it...”
>”Would it be the first time?”
“Heeeeell no.”
>Spitfire lightly punches your arm. “Then lighten up, dude! We got the best job in the kingdom and we're the best there is at what we do! We'll figure something out.”
>You look at her in disbelief. “Something'll just...come to us?”
>Spitfire sits up and taps your forehead. “Anny, we're not the best because we're the fastest or the ones with the biggest wings or the ones who put rockets on our backs, we're the best because of our instincts.”
>She smirks. “And there isn't a place or time out instincts are most pure than in the middle of a race!”
>You...guess that made sense.
“I guess that makes sense.”
>Spitfire pumps her hoof. “Right on! Now follow me, let's see if we can slipstream this time!”
>With that, Spitfire shoots up into the air.
“Right behind you, boss.”
>You ignite your pack and take after her, seeing if these instincts could pull something off for the two of you before these dragons pummeled your team.

Two today because I've been up to my eyeballs playing Abiotic Factor and got my rhythm thrown off, I think.

>Go to being Anonymous in Equestria
>But it's not at all like your Isekai aminey shows
>They're waiting for you already infact
>Aware of the anomaly that sometimes sends humans and other species to their world
>Already have a segregated town for all humans, built away from ponies
>That's where you have to live as one of the Anonymouseses in Equestria
>Ponies being super big on harmony and friendship would just assume that all humans would want to live together and get along
Bro that would suck...

>>42398064
>>Ponies being super big on harmony and friendship would just assume that all humans would want to live together and get along
that's sounds like a recipe for
>Day World War in Equestria

>>42398064
Isn't that just /mlp/ or would we have to deal with normies.

>>42398202
>Isn't that just /mlp/?
Yeah, like he said, it would suck.

Do you think I'd be hanging around here if I had actual ponies and dragons and stuff to hang around with?

>>42398064
Every schlub who'd end up in Equestria would be a social retard, so it makes sense to keep us apart.

>>42398439
>”Welcome to the Gay Bathhouse”

>>42398605
Kek

>>42398100
What happens if a bunch of normies are their and they try to lane up Equestria like earth?

>>42398064
Depends on who comes with me

>>42398028
Thanks family

>Be anon
>Go to horse land
>No beds because horses can sleep standing up

>>42399731
>Anon and his dad/co-worker/landlord/roommate in Equestria
HILARITY AND HIJINKS ENSUE IN THIS BRAND NEW BUDDY COMEDY

>>42400522
>the medical ponies that had been assigned to observe you and watch for any problems your alien physiology might have are concerned
>during a series of routine questions, you mentioned difficulty with sleeping without a proper bed your size you could stretch out on
>their confusion turned to worry when some probing revealed that you didn't sleep upright to any degree at all, not even kneeling
>they won't come out and say it, but they fear you've suffered neurological damage since arriving

>>42400522
But the series has beds from the start. It would only be unusual in the size of the thing.

>EXCLUSIVE: Twilight Sparkle commissions bed large enough for a dozen ponies!
>What other than an alicorn could need such a bed?
>Has all this "Tuna" speculation been true? Will we see the returned princess reveal a relationship with Celestia's prize student?

>>42400954
All for show

>>42400724
>they won't come out and say it, but they fear you've suffered neurological damage since arriving

>"I mean kinda but that's a whole other thing."

>>42400954
The big bed is for her students, teacher always lets them sleep there

>>42401520
Average anon is?

>>42397993 (OP)
nursie

>>42397993 (OP)
I suppose you’ll just have to cut off my testicles then

>>42402271
>”Nurse, get the comically tiny scissors.”

>Be anon in Horselandia
>Horses have no bathroom and will just shit wherever

>>42400550
Standard sperg anon and his boomer dad who’s good at socializing has a comedic appeal

>>42403128
Your fetish is rejected for being terrible

>>42403755
t. Never been around horses.
Disgusting animals.

>>42403128
Fun fact: it's very easy to housetrain a horse, people who've done it say it was even easier than with their dogs

>>42400550
>>42403731
>"Whoa, hey, ain't dis dat cartoon show for little girls? How da hell'd we get here?"
"Uh... I dunno, pops. Whaddya askin' me for?"
>You tried to contain your spaghettii
>"Are you one o' dem gays? I seen dat pony shirt you thought you was hidin'. So, what, when dat bus hit my car you brung us here wit da power o' gayness? Wit your fairy magic, tinkerbell?"
"Come on, I ain't gay! I swear!"
>"Izzat right? Den how come I never seen you even talk to a girl, huh? Your mother worries about you! Three years in college and you ain't got a girlfriend! You too busy watchin' cartoons?"
>the answer was yes, but you couldn't tell him that!

>>42404520
Why are they from jersey

>>42404876
Why aren't you?
I dunno, I thought of Archie Bunker for some reason and then he just started talking like that

>>42404882
>Why aren't you?
Fortune I don't deserve.

>>42405038
TBF there are jeetpones, but it should be obvious that they are foreign to most of Equestria

>>42405361
His coat is the color of poo

>>42405613

>[Deleted]
brb gonna post the milkmare

Yesterday's match is still on my mind. Are there any greens with this guy instead of Anon? He's the more lore accurate version of Anon anyways.

>>42405622
What was it?

>>42406019
Who??

>>42406303
Check the archives

>>42406703
I’m out of house

>>42406653
>Rape

>>42405649
When?

>>42408234
Milk o clock

>>42407782
Do not ship anon with ocs

>>42409026
>ocs

>>42409048
Where is this sluts hat

>>42409048
Fucking WHO????

>>42409576
You need to update your marecyclopedia

=Aces High 11=

>Apalcalacia was a temperate city.
>Located outside Equestria’s official boarders at the southern tip of the the Tramplevanian Alps where the land met the water, it had –just- the right mix of mountain cold and waterfront humidity to make it feel like icicles were forming in your nostrils when you took a deep breath.
>So perfect weather to be bracing wind chill in, obviously.
>The event coordinators need to have their heads examined. At least they were able to get you heat trapping flight suits.
>You pull your suit off your lower back and let it slap back, re-adjusting to a more comfortable position.
“Fancy, I think my suit’s too small.”
>Fancypants doesn’t turn to face you as he draws notes on the whiteboard with the race’s route on it. “Every suit was custom made to your measurements, Anonymous. Unless you’ve put on weight since the last time we did that, it should fit perfectly.”
>Smart ass…
“I also think the paint might be still wet on these…”
>You’d caught some yellow on your hands.
>Fancypants sets his marker down and turns around. “Yes, these were a bit of a rush job. Please, sit.”
>You and the rest of the team sit down, you’ve got Soarin’ and Spitfire on your flanks.
>”Good morning team, I hope you all slept well on the way over here.” Fancy starts with a smile.
>”We slept like foals.” Spitfire says. She winks to Fancy afterwards. “I checked.”
>”Creeeeeepy…” Fire Streak teases.
>Fancy chuckles and waves a hoof. “Well, voyeurism aside, let’s go over today’s race…”

>>42409980
>”We’re all ears, Fancy.” Soarin’ says.
>Fancypants levitates up a photo. In the photo are six young-ish looking, you could never tell with them, dragonlings, all posing to look tough. “This is our opponent, The Desolators.”
“How grandiose…”
>”Indeed. They say they hail from the uncharted north, near the landmass closest to the Hooviet Union. They caught the eye of a recruiter up there and…well, he brought them down here.”
>”But why did they even –come-?” Misty asks. “As far as I remember, dragons value their privacy highly.”
>Spitfire chimes in. “Those kids? It’s the three G’s. Glory, then gold, then girls. Dragons’re competitive by nature, I’m amazed it’s taken this long to see a few of ‘em in the league.”
>”Spitfire is correct.” Fancy says.
“Right…what’s the plan then, Fancy?”
>Fancypants levitates a pointer up and highlights the starting position and starts tracing it along the generally simple path, no big worries save a few dead end turns. “The race is a three lap race through the mountains and outer-lying cave systems. Each tag team will have their times added together and averaged and the best time wins.” Fancy shoot Spitfire a look. “So stay together.”
>Spitfire rubs the back of her head while Fancy continues. “You’ll be allowed one pit-stop for either refuel or rehydration where the clock will be stopped each, but after that they’ll keep the clocks running, so use it wisely.”
“Anything else, boss?”
>Fancypant’s face goes grim. “Yes…dragons are a violent and competitive race and the watcher balloons won’t be able to see you everywhere. Don’t expect them to play entirely fair when pry eyes are blocked.”
>Greeeeeaaaat…

>>42409984
>A quick huddle for luck and you’re out the door into the stadium.
>”AND HERE THEY ARE, YOUR WONDERBOLTS!” the announcer screams.
>You engage press mode and wave to the gathered crowd. The stadium was built especially for this race tour and was packed full of spectators.
>”It’s like the Equestria Games out here…” Fleetfoot says.
>”Easy Fleets, just be cool.” Spitfire responds.
>You wave and cheer and throw a few winks to some of the mares in the audience.
>The dragons in the center of the field were doing the same, but with far more gusto. They’d single out spectators to high five and egg entire sections on for more, they were eating this praise up.
“Looks like you were right about these kids, Spits.” you say.
>”Go around the world as much as I have Anny, and you learn a few things.”
>The teams take their positions at the starting line as the announcer tells the six lap, one pit-stop rule to the audience.
>Next to your team, The Desolators scoff and jeer. “Check it out, man. The ponies got a pink monkey to help them.”
>The other one snickers. “So lame…”
“Hey.”
>They both look over to you over the backs of the others.
“When you two are done sucking on my exhaust trails, tell your mom’s if they can mail me back my clothes. I think I left them on the floors of their caves.”
>Next to you, Soarin winces in mock pain at the burn. The dragons however, gnash their teeth.
>”Why I oughta-“
>The countdown clock chimes on with a “Ding!” and signals the last ten seconds before the race starts.
>A hush of anticipation falls over the stadium.
>”On your marks…” the announcer says.

>>42409993
-Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=azCq5qQodU8 -
>Your muscles tense as the light counts down.
>In a flash, it turns green.
>”GO!” the announcer shouts.
>And you do, you and the other racers leap off your starting positions to the roar of the crowd like bullets coming out of a gun.
>You clench your fists and throw your arms back, accelerating with the pack and watching for the openings to present themselves.
>Right…there!
>One of the dragons at the front of the pack was going high.
“Spitfire! Low ball on the right!”
>You arc your body down and to the right and dip altitude until you’re practically skimming the ground.
>”Nice eye, Anny!” Spitfire shouts, joining you in your descent.
>You gradually pull closer to the boy, riding his slipstream while avoiding the gusts of wind from his wings. If you can get a bit closer, you-
>Another wing, an orange feathered one, flaps in your peripheral vision.
“Gah!”
>Your reprise in turn almost causes Spitfire to spin out and worse, alerts the dragon. He looks down at you, then up at the press balloon watching the race, then scoffs and rolls out of your path.
>Shit, there went that.
>”Pull it back together, Anny! We still got this!” Spitfire shouts while pulling away from you.
>Good going Anonymous.
>”In there Anny, let’s go!”
>The pack of you rounds the bend sharp and then rockets down the track to the next bend in the opposite direction. First leg of the race was twists and turns until you reached-
>The dragon directly in front of you rounded the corner and went splat against a pillared outcropping of rocks from the side of the canyon wall.
>Until you reached Pigsticker Pass.
>”Break, Anny!”
>You and Spitfire break formation and weave through the rocky outcroppings. Grunts of pain and swears of frustration behind you indicate that the trap caught a few of your opponents.
“Looks like that race in Zebrica came in handy after all!” you shout, the two of you pulling ahead.

>>42409997
>You dance through the rocks and close in on the dragon in the lead as he clears the obstacle. The boy looks back on you as he enters into the section of the valley with those rocky outcroppings reaching over the lip and casting everything below them into shadow.
>As well as blocking the view of the balloons.
>The dragon whistles and pulls ahead just as someone roars behind you. Another dragon, a purple one, flies up and starts clawing at your underside.
>You bring your arms up to cover your face instinctively.
“Gah-! Wha- Little fucker!”
>You feel yourself slowing down trying to fend him off until you both get bapped by a yellow wing.
>”Back off, squirt!” Spitfire shouts.
>The dragon shakes his head, stunned, and gives you just enough time to kick him in the jaw to send him spiraling back.
>As you recover, two more dragons speed ahead of you.
“Dammit!”
>”Let’s kick it into high gear, Annie!” Spitfire shouts, rocketing after them.

>>42410018
>The remainder of the first lap took you through two more locals, a cave full of fruit bats and a currently dormant geyser field.
>Through both paths, the young dragons remained far ahead of you.
>Spitfire grits her teeth ahead of you and begins reeling the teens in, you clench your fists and do your best to keep up with her.
>The dragons cross the starting line in quick succession, you and Spitfire right behind them.
>You risk a look back to glance at your times on the scoreboard. Whatever it said, all you saw was “Not fast enough”.
“Spits! Go low in the canyon! We’ll dodge the rocks and let them deal with the big ones!”
>Spitfire gestures the affirmative with her hoof and cuts around the bend. The dragons ahead of you are already weaving through the rocks as you and Spitfire rapidly drop altitude.
>At the bottom of the canyon there were less rocky outcroppings, but space was tight. Right at home for a pair of stunt fliers.
>Your gamble pays off, you and Spitfire have to slow down less to avoid collisions than the dragons and you escape the forest of rocks within spitting distance of them.
>”Ha! We got ‘em now!” Spitfire exclaims as the five of you shoot into the fruitbat cave.
>Confectionary bats stream out of the deeper portions of the cave in droves, necessitating some quick maneuvering.

>>42410020
>The lead red dragon signaled for one of his wingmen to fly off. The young dragon arced out of his path and shot back towards you, grabbing and snapping off a stalactite on his way as a makeshift club.
>”Shit!”
“Split on my mark and get ahead of me!”
>The dragon comes closer and closer, raising his weapon high to strike as more bats fly out.
“Now!” you shout once he’s a few feet away.
>Spitfire pulls to the side hard and gets out of the way while you curve and bend your body to direct yourself how you want.
>You arc your nose over the incoming dragon like a dolphin leaping out of the water. The dragon swings and hits empty air as fruitbats swarm around him.
>You rotate yourself around and lift your legs to your chest, you’d only ever done this trick once.
>The dragon looks at you in surprise as you clench your fists, fingers in, and send a massive gout of exhaust flame and heat towards him.
>You rocket forward as the drake tries to pat the fire on him out, the fruitbats around him now avoiding their unfortunately singed brethren and the spinning ball of fire in their midst.
>”Haha! Nice one, Anny!” Spitfire shouts as you gain on her.
“It was a trick Soarin’ thought up.” You say.
>”Come on, two more to go!” Spitfire says before beating her wings and going ahead.
>You enter into the geyser field and notice the puddles rippling as the ground shakes.
“Oh hell, that can’t be good…”
>”Eyes up Anny! Deal with that later! We’re gaining on ‘em!”
>You weren’t entirely sure, but you zipped after Spitfire anyway.

>>42410024
>You and Spitfire try to gain on the drakes, but they reach the lap finish line ahead of you.
>The two of them land at their tented area and begin throwing back gems by the fistful.
>Damn…this –could- be your chance but with how they’ve been flying…
“Spits! Pit stop! Let’s go!”
>Spitfire looks back to you with gritted teeth. “Are you nuts!? Now’s our chance!”
“Spits just listen to me! We gotta land and talk! Now!”
>Spitfire groans and peels off towards your pit area, you follow.
>”It appears both teams leaders are taking their one allotted time out.” The announcer says.
>Once you get on the ground, you wave your pack techs over to start refueling you.
>Spitfire trots over, using the time to shake her wings out. “What’s up, Anonymous? What’s so important that we had to stop the race?”
>You kneel down to her level and talk bluntly.
“You and me need to do our team dynamic thing. Now.”
>Spitfire cocks an eyebrow. “Aint this not the most opportune time to be experimenting?”
“It’s either that or we lose the race, Spitfire. Our times aren’t good enough to beat theirs unless we pull off some miracle.”
>Spitfire bits her lip and looks up at the scoreboard. Behind her, the dragon team takes off again.
>”Crap, I hate it when you eggheads are right.”
>Your techs pat your shoulder. “All good, sir!” You ignore them.
“We need to do this now. You take lead and I’ll follow, we’ll try a slipstream okay?”
>Spitfire nods. “Let’s hit it!”

>>42410032
>You and Spitfire run down the track and shoot off into the air. You organize yourself so that you’re right behind her, riding through the air that she breaks a her powerful wings carry her forward.
>”How do you wanna play this!?” she shouts back.
“Get me close! I got a plan!”
>The two of you zip through the rock outcroppings and through the fruitbat cave with little trouble.
>Although you –did- smell roasted fruit on the way.
>Once you clear the cave, your worst fears are realized. The geyser fields are erupting.
>White hot bursts of steam and water shoot up dozens of feet into the air right in your flightpath.
>Enough to cook you in this fancy suit if you weren’t careful.
>”I see them! They’re about a third of the way through the field!”
“Get us close!”
>Spitfire grits her teeth and squints her eyes as she picks up the pace.
>She hazards a glance down. “We got rumbling, Anny! Follow my instructions if you don’t wanna get cooked!”
“On your six!”
>Spitfire continues forward for a bit befor-“RIGHT!” Spitfire rolls to the right, leaving you a fraction of a second to roll with her and keep your slipstream.
>”LEFT!”
>You both roll left.
>”Sideways!”
>Whu-You have a split second to react as Spitfire flies on her side and slips between two jets of water that shoot up. She rights herself. “This is your opening, Anny! I don’t have it in me with this turn up ahead!”
>You nod. “On your left!”

>>42410036
>You ride the slipstream Spitfire’s been making for just a bit longer before you gun your engines and pull ahead.
>The dragons ahead of you soar side by side as the watch out for any geysers.
“HEY!”
>Their ears both perk up.
“Snot nosed kids!”
>The two of them look back at you and scowl and you swear your hands are bleeding with how hard you’re pushing it. How can dragons be so –fast-?
“You know only one of you can win, right?”
>The two’s eyes go wide and they look at each other blinking.
>Come on you two idiots, you can’t keep this up forever.
>”…I’m winning!” one says, shooting forward.
>”Like hell you are!” the other shouts, grabbing the firsts tail and yanking back.
>Bullseye!
>You race under the two drakes as they squabble in the air and fall behind, Spitfire shoots past them as well from behind a geyser.
>”Ha! Nice going, Anny!”
“Pick it up before they catch on!”
>Spitfire pulls ahead of you as you enter into the final straightaway to the finish line.
>”And crossing the finish line in first and second place is the all-star duo of the Wonderbolts, Spitfire and Anonymous! Their times together almost guarantee a much needed win for this team.”
>You both cross the finish line to the roar of the crowd and the equally loud roar of Fancypants ringing in a win. Your times go up on the board and get averaged out.
“Hah…nice.” You say landing and skidding to a stop.
>Spitfire lands next to you panting, you’re out of breath yourself. “Hah…hah…”
“See…? Toldja it’d work…”

See you some time later this week!

>>42410418
How about take a shower you stinky pete.

>>42410787
he is enticed by what he didn't even know he could do with her

>>42411108
Eat brownies

>>42411554
At least there’s no risk to the fetus

>>42405622
Cute bug

Random idea for a clop green.
>Anon is an everage guy in Equestria, generally well liked and seen in a good light.
>He's helpful, polite, and doesn't like causing trouble.
>One day, through a freak accident, Anon and a mare switch bodies.
(Could be any mare, but probably Twilight or because of Twilight's magic)
>This is when shit hits the fan because it turns out humans have a way higher libido than cute and cuddly ponies do.
>The mare was not prepared for this.
>Anon's baseline horniness, which is easily ignored by him, feels like estrus times ten for the mare, and she immediately feels compelled to indulge in this new desire.
>Anon, in the mares body barely avoids getting raped, (or doesn't) but that doesn't stop the pony in Anon's body.
>Now the mare is on a >rape spree across Ponyville in Anon's body, and no mare is safe.

>>42410038
>two hours later, the dragons are still fighting

>>42413394
They're a primitive and violent race.

>>42413713
I got that joke

>>42412952
I am POSITIVE there are a dozen stories like that back from the olden days. It’s a basic plot everyone already thought of

>>42412952
see >>42414175
I personally remember a FR story where Twilight didn't believe Anon about his dire situation

>>42414175
Yeah there’s your answer >>42412952

>>42414792
That anon looks like he’s 10

>>42415183
It's his shapely hips.

>>42414209
How old was it?

>>42412021
It's an uncomfortable topic that eating too much of a specific thing during pregnancy can pigeonhole a foal's range of potential cutie marks.

>>42415930
4 years
https://ponepaste.org/5973

which two ponies would you like to be in a cuddle sandwich with anon

>>42417376
Cute rascal anon, hopefully Copper Top manages to groom him into a respectable citizen.
>>42417266
~unf~

>>42417376
AMONG US??????

Anybody remember the name of that one green where anon is surviving in the badlands, and some guard pony on an investigation in a desert town to the north gets transported to the area he is in by some magic tornado?

>>42418156
https://ponepaste.org/3967
Parks and Wilderness?

>writing story little by little
>drafting anon/twilight scenes
>constant urge to make things go in the lewd direction due to my own overwhelming urge to have sex with twilight

>>42418884
Jerk off then write it

>>42418392
That was it, thank you <3

>>42418884
I second >>42418990

>>42417868
XD

>>42420208
TWENTY PERCENT
PERCENT
PERCENT
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PERCENT
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>>42416256
If you want to prove the idea has been done before, you'll have to do better than that.
All that had was the bodyswap.
It did not have Twilight going on a sex rampage in Anon's body, plus it was the opposite in, instead of Anon being the horny one, it's about all the ponies being horny for Anon.
Terrible example. Try again.

>>42420356
Kek

>>42420757
More fetish content needs to be critiqued like this

>The flight plan I've penned in Twilight's journal lists Mih Mai-Mares, Anon Amisin-E'kwestrea, but only one of you!

>>42422398
Who’s Big Guy?

>>42417376
Could actually be a cool green where Kid!Anon ends up in Manehatten Equestria and becomes a bit of a trouble maker.
This is because he's been separated from his family and he also feels isolated as the only human who a lot of other foals think is weird and adults are weary of.
As a result, Anon acts up and gets into mischief all the time, partly because of discontent of his situation, and partially for attention.
Copper Top, being a pony, and thus naturally more compassionate than your run-of-the-mill Earth police officer, cares more about helping others rather than punishment.
That is to say, she knows Anon isn't actually a bad kid, sympathizing with what he must be going through, and so doesn't want to arrest him or put anything on his permanent record.
She's met real criminals and lowlifes, and she can tell Anon isn't one even if he tries to act like it.
Instead, she tries to guide him onto a better path and just be there for him.
This might even eventually lead to her adopting him.
Could be a very wholesome story.

>>42422740
>Ehh, lemme check..
>UHHH HEY- HEY, SHUT UP! Pipe down..
>UHHH is there a Bigai Foru? Ah cripes-,SOMEPONY CHECK THE MARES ROOM FOR A BIGAI FORU.

>>42412952
For some reason, I envision this ending like Small Potatoes, that one X-Files episode where a shapeshifter took over Mulder's life, and then bitched to Mulder about how he was squandering all his good looks and potential.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tuIQd4OIM0Y

Fast.

=Aces High 12=

>The Albatross: Race day plus one.
>Day you and Spitfire pretty much saved the team plus one.
>You’re standing in the kitchen buttering some bread. The ceremonies back in Alpalcia wrapped up late last night and Fancy had you flying home before the sun rose up. He probably wanted to do the press circuit to capitalize on your win.
>You reach down to the silver medal around your neck and thumb it. You’d won a lot of medals in your time on the team, but this one felt special. Like it had the most weight.
>And what’s a silver medal without the gold?
>You hear the clopping of hooves and someone singing form the door. “The roof! The roof! The team is on fire!”
>”We don’t need no water let the mother bucker-“
>”Spitfire, I swear to Celestia, if you don’t stop singing then all my interviews over this will be on how I’m shocked you won with the pudge in your belly” Soarin says, walking in the other door.
>Spitfire sticks her head in the front door and glares.
“Burn.” You say chuckling.
>Spitfire walks into the kitchen, a gold medal on her neck. “Yeah yeah, laugh it up, Bigwings.”
“Don’t be mad, Spitfire. Soarin’ can’t control the size of his wings.”
>Spitfire puts her hoof on her forehead and swoons. “Oh dear Soarin’, perhaps one day you’ll have matching medals like ours.”
>Spitfire leans in to you and you instinctively kneel down and mirror her, holding up your medals and giving your best photo-op face for Soarin’.
>”Nice, Anny.”
“It felt right.”
>Soarin’ rolls his eyes. “How you two went from how you were before to now, I’ll never know.”
>”We totally did it.” Spitfire says.
>Silence fills the kitchen.
“…”
>Spitfire elbows you in the gut. “Anny, that’s your cue.”
“You gotta give me some warning before you pull shit like that.”
>Now it’s Spitfire’s turn to roll her eyes. “Uhg.”

>>42423811
>A few hours later after a hearty noon-breakfast, Fancy comes over the intercoms. “Mares and gentlecolts, we are twenty minutes out of Canterlot docks, please gather your belongings so that you can jump ship before we safely dock like you always do.”
>He was a good boss, cheeky.
>You throw your away bag over your shoulder and zip up your flight jacket, heading towards the deck. The rest of the team had already assembled on the deck before you, all conversing as you got closer to the city.
“How’s the view?” you ask, walking over
>”Bright.” Soarin’ says squinting. “Weather controllers must’ve cleared the sky of every bit of shade there is today.”
“It’s not that bad, stop complaining.”
>You look over the side of the deck as you pass over the rivers and fields just outside the side.
“You wanna get together tonight? Hang out?”
>Soarin’ winces. “Sorry, can’t. I have plans tonight.”
“Another night in re-arranging your stamp collection?”
>”I’ll have you know that I have a date tonight.” Soarin’ says matter-of-factly.
“What’s his name?”
>”I saw that coming, buck you.” Soarin’ says.
>You begin to chuckle and Soarin’ joins in. It’s all good, and it’s all in fun.

>>42423817
“Who with?”
>”That Prench model.” Saorin says, wiggling his eyebrows.
“It might help to learn her name first, Cassanova…”
>”You know Soar likes to live dangerously, Anny.” Spitfire says, trotting up behind the two of you. “What’s more dangerous than a pissed off Prenchmare?”
>”An irritated teammate who’s gonna toss you over the edge?”
>Spitfire shakes her hooves. “Oooooooo…spooky.”
>Soarin’ rolls his eyes. “And on that note, I’m out. Sorry we can’t hang out, Anonymous. Maybe another time.”
“Another time, Soar.”
>”Another time what?” Spitfire asks.
“Huh? Oh, I asked him if he wanted to hang out.”
>”You got the afternoon free?”
“After I hang up my medal? Yeah.”
>Spitfire tugs at her strap and secures her saddlebags. “Lead the way.”
“Wait, you’re coming?”
>”Well it’s only fair if you went to my house. Come on, let’s hit it!”
>You shrug and tug at your belt strap before hopping over the edge of the deck.

>>42423818
>You open the door to your place and usher Spitfire inside.
“Welcome to the casa, don’t worry about wiping your hooves.”
>”Never do!” Spitfire says heading inside.
“I can tell. Lemme toss these somewhere and I’ll get you a drink or something.”
>You head down the hallway towards your room, Spitfire calls from the living room. “You got Captain?”
“I got beer.” You call back as you throw your bag on your bed.
>“S’it -good- beer?” she asks.
>You walk back into the living room. “It’s beer.”
>”Hell, I’ll take it.” Spitfire says.
>You grab two bottles out of your fridge and hand her one, both of you cracking it open at the same time.
>Spitfire raises hers. “To first place wins.”
“I’ll drink to that, boss.”
>You throw back your drink, but Spitfire holds. “Ya know you don’t have to call me that when we’re off duty.”
“You’re the boss, boss.”
>She punches you in the shoulder with her hoof and you snigger.
>”Ass.”
“That hurt my feelings, now we’re both in the wrong.”
>Spitfire leans back and sips her beer, shaking her head. “Guess we’re even then…” She looks around the room. At your tv, your shelves of books or pictures or medals, a few statues of races past “Nice place you got here, Anny.”
“You think? Soarin’ said it was too cramped.”
>”The open sky’d be too cramped for bigwings.”
>You snicker again.
“Can I get you anything else? I can start an early dinner, if you’d like.”
>Spitfire titters. “Ooohhh~ wining and dining me eh? Whatcha making?”
“Pasta I guess?”
>Spitfire sets her drink down and kicks back on the couch. “I like mine with cheese on it, chef.”
>You adopt a Prench, snooty accent.
“Qui, right away Madame.”
>Now…where did you put your apron?
>”And put some dang music on, will ya!”

>>42423820
-Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2wHU5ocfFsA –

>You spin your fork in your pasta and gather as much of it up before plopping it in your mouth and leaning over your coffee table.
>Spitfire sits next to you and does similar, looking at the splayed out parts.
>Tubes and screws and bolts and plates sat spread all over your coffee table. Spitfire and you had tossed back a few and she’d convinced you to crack open your pack to show her how it works.
>”What’s this bit?” she asks you.
“That’s the controller. See, it’s hooked up to this radio receiver that picks up the signal from my gloves, that’s how I control the pack.”
>Spitfire nods. “Ahuh…keep going.”
“The controller measures the output from the main battery which stores electricity, it feeds through the actuators and powers the thrusters which are the result of ionized Bloodstone.”
>”And that makes the fire?”
“Sort of. Bloodstone releases a lot of energy when you run a current through it, but I have to replace the caps every so often.”
>Spitfire sips her drink and giggles. “Radical…this is one hell of a backpack, Anny. Who built it?”
“I had it when I came here, but an egghead friend of mine in Ponyville helped me fix it up just right.”

>”That was when you were trying to get into the team, yeah?”
“Aw, you know me so well, boss. Yeah, that was before I joined up.”
>Spitfire nods slowly, taking in what you said and sipping. “Time flies, huh? I remember when you joined up?”
>That catches your interest.
“Wait, really?”
>”Hell yeah! Big hairless monkey with a rocket on his back passes the entrance exams and wins some races? How -couldn’t- I remember?”
>You rub the back of your head.
“Honestly, the exams and trials were so grueling that I don’t remember too terribly much about then…just that I was happy to get in.”
>Spitfire cocks and eyebrow and smirks a devious smirk while sloshing her drink. “So…you didn’t hear about Blaze showboating?”
“Uh…no?”
>Spitfire adjusts her seating. “Settle in, rook. It’s time for a story.”

>>42423825
>Evening passes into night when the princesses change the sky and Spitfire continues on.
>”And then Soar goes WHAM! RIGHT INTO THE PRINCESSES BOX!”
>You lose it.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ooohhh…that sounds like classic Soarin’…”
>”Guy always pays too much attention to the cheerleaders, one of these days it’s gonna bite him in the ass harder than that.”
“Ending up with your ass on top of Princess Luna’s head isn’t the hardest it gets?”
>”If there’s one guy who can top that, it’s gonna be Soarin’.”
“Here here.” You say, downing some of your beer.
>Spitfire looks out your windows and notices the hour. “Sheeeeiiiit…it’s late, my housekeeper’s gonna think I’m dead or something.”
“Is that a common occurrence?”
>Spitfire hops off the couch and shakes out her legs. “I’ve lost three damn housekeepers to them thinking I’m dead and bailing, I am not losing another one!”
>You begin gathering the refuse of your get together and taking it to the kitchen.
“Well good luck out there, I had fun tonight.”
>You return to the living room to find Spitfire smiling back at you. “Yeah…had a good time here Anny, even learned some stuff. Stay cool, eh?”
“Cool as ice, boss.”
>”And stop callin’ me that! Damn!”
>Spitfire chuckles and heads out onto your porch before leaping into the air and flying away.