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There is nothing more pure than love between a man and a mare.

"stronk waifu will bear you many stronk foals" edition

Old thread >>33225267

Stories by Tsar Anon: https://pastebin.com/BnjZqwM3

Stories by DGCT: https://pastebin.com/u/dontgooglecrotchtits

Minty's Careful Steps: https://pastebin.com/P2aD5GVa

A Heart Longs for Another: https://pastebin.com/11TXCVXJ

Muted Heartbeat: https://pastebin.com/TPH2m6cU

The Sun Where You Belong: https://pastebin.com/WRUW1xQu

The Taming of the Harsh: https://pastebin.com/pVk0yjP7

The Broken Carousel (Part 1): https://pastebin.com/TJELn7vt
The Broken Carousel (Twilight Sparkle Interlude 1): https://pastebin.com/LvSPqhwG
The Broken Carousel (Part 2): https://pastebin.com/TBUr6F5f

Quest for the Forbidden Lover: https://pastebin.com/SRTzXyLm

Moon Dancer’s Hope Chest: https://pastebin.com/BFbyEcBg

Mate Retrieval Expedition: https://pastebin.com/U72A3jGU

Untitled /nmp/ green by Cosmic: https://pastebin.com/Xytb3xMC

Stories by Trandhal: https://pastebin.com/u/trandhal

This Heart That Fears: https://pastebin.com/0b7L24Ln

Violet Memory: https://pastebin.com/e9Ec1vd1


Express Ticket to Tartarus

Low Self-Esteem Applejack

All I want from christmas

Shape Your Home

A collection of miscellaneous greens since the first thread.
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First for best free bag of apples.
Pretty sure now that Boston Dynamics is working on robots-pony waifus.

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Soon my friend
Hey... that's pretty good.
Reminder that wasteland mares are most in need of love
Reminder their writefag took a long walk in the Mojave.
shame they're all dykes
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I have hope; hopefully, that won't be my undoing.
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Pegasi are so precious.
>Ywn cuddle on your cloud collection.
The interface reminds me of WordPerfect or WordStar. Damn I feel old.


Yes they are.
wtf i love oc's
Clouds are comfy
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Pegasus mares are my top favorite mares.
are there any stories with bug waifu?
Changelings are thots.
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Where do roasties go when they die?
They don't go to equestria, where the pegasi fly
Go to a lake of betas and lies
See em again till the forth of july
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and whiskey. You don't forget the whiskey. Especially when you see the trouble comin.
Excluding a few diehard clam crushers, wasteland mares are only gay because stallions are so few and far between, qith the ones bled off into raider clans, caught by slavers, and generally getting killed constantly, what's a mare to do when the only stallion within a hundred miles is six hooves under the ground?
She should've
Been a mare
She should've
Been a mare
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You're finally going to Equestria to be with your mare!

There's just one small fly in the ointment...
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>There is nothing more pure than love between a man and a mare.


FIVE YEARS probation
MONTHLY shrink visits
ANKLE monitors
FINES of $2,500
ALL BECAUSE a guy gets caught trying to wink back at a mare with his cock!

>No massive crotchtits
Everything is ruined
cite chapter and verse or else it's bullshit, faggot.
I can point you to the opposite of Wisconsinfag's claim
Leviticus 18:23;
>Nor shall you mate with any animal, to defile yourself with it. Nor shall any woman stand before an animal to mate with it. It is perversion.
Good thing mares qualify as "people", in that they have personhood.
God will scorch your ass for screwing an actual dumbass animal.
Book of Hearts 21:5 “The union of man and their betrothed mare in flesh is the only wholesome union”

There is NOTHING WRONG with having sex with a HORSE. NOBODY gets hurt from it and it is NATURAL. Just because you're too much of a sissy nanny to do it doesn't mean that others don't have the balls! Balls which are deep in a mare's hoo-hah!
so appulfags are screwed then?
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>God will scorch your ass for screwing an actual dumbass animal.

God isn't real.
Have a nice night.
son I will beat your ass
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>Celestia isnt real
Fuck you fucking excuse of a fucking human fucker, you little fuck just fucking had to fucking remind me. Fuck you.
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>I can point you to the opposite of Wisconsinfag's claim
>Leviticus 18:23;

Your bullshit is stinking up this thread, Reverend Dickface.
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>Leviticus 18:23;

What's the problem? I wouldn't want to lewd my waifu anyway.
Your waifu isn't real.

No it's not.
It's actually the correct chapter/verse.

Simpsons reference.
Please leave the thread out of shame now.
You have ten seconds to comply.

>Caring about whether or not people get references to a show that died 20 years ago
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It's still on the air, numbnuts.
Still around and still there.
Much like your virginity.
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>It's still on the air, numbnuts.
New episodes can't revive a show that stopped being good years ago.
>implying virginity is a bad thing
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>New episodes can't revive a show that stopped being good years ago.

Yea, I know what you mean.
>season 1 was seven years ago
>Season 1 of The Simpsons was 29 years ago
Who gives a fuck about the Simpsons though.
>Who gives a fuck about the Simpsons though.

This guy, apparently
>endless cuddles and kissing
>soft and warm
Still better than 3d
And who is he?
Don't forget the most important thing, anon
>loves (you)
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To be desu with you, sex is optional. All I want is a mare who likes to snuggle. I'd like to know what it's like to share a bed with someone and feel a foreign warmth.
>inb4 fedora tipping meme
>To be desu with you, sex is optional. All I want is a mare who likes to snuggle. I'd like to know what it's like to share a bed with someone and feel a foreign warmth.

Go home and be a family man, Anon.

Here you go lad, take this pic, just for (You)
>Go home
I wish I knew how to get there, this world certainly doesn't feel like home. I'm lost.
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Are they really?
I feel the same way anon.
Their whole species is designed to suck the love out of you and leave behind a shriveled up husk. That's pretty THOTtery.
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m a r e
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>m a r e s t h e t i c
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*mauls your newly wed pony waifu to pieces*
Heh.. nothing personnel kid
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>implying I would ever allow any dogs near me or my waifu
>being a fag
Goldens are the best
Mares are the best.
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We need Anon The Anon to draw more of her.
Much more.
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(cropped from https://derpibooru.org/1647879 )
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The hell is this, Rockhoof r63?
That's Nordpone!
She's a BIG mare.
This OC existed before Rockhoof was introduced in the show.
You know, that made me think about OCs in this thread and even though we have quite a bit, I don't think they get that much attention in the long run. Cadence is our matron to begin with and other ponies are just heroines in their own stories, not just ponies you make stories for. And, most of all, they are all happily married or soon to be, so you can't really waifu them, they are taken. Is that the reason or it's just cruel irony?
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This isnt a shopping thread, you shouldn't be here to find the perfect mare for you.
This thread is a celebration of the pure love between Man and Mare, each green a small snapshot into the life of one such couple whether it be a very quick 'smash and grab' encounter on earth or a more methodical invitation period.
Think of the untold countless background mares that never got the spotlight, the spots they would have taken in the show being filled with clones due to time / budget concerns, or the ones that live in places our viewpoint has never even seen, one of any number of small villages or towns in equestria.
Each mare has her own story, her own special talent, her own hopes and dreams, her own idea of what Love is.
Some mares(and men) will enjoy hoofholding in public, others may prefer quiet snuggles in front of a fire.
Use this thread as fuel for your imagination, or in the most optimistic sense, as a place for ideas on what to do when you meet your mare.
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>her own idea of what Love is
>what is Love
baby don't hurt me
no more
>You can't physically visit your waifu but you can spiritually sit-in in her dakimakura for a few minutes
>You can talk with her and move kind of, but your form is limited to the image on a pillow
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>There is nothing more pure than love between a man and a mare.

Then how come I keep getting arrested??????????????!!?????
Not that kind of mare, Tommy.
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The depressing truth is that there is no one out there for us. We seem to have been cast away long ago.
All we are is dust in the wind.
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Anon, don't be silly, I know exactly what you mean, what I meant to say was that those mares that were created here aren't usually celebrated even though some of them are extremely cute. Maybe there's no reason to and there's mutual understanding that their happiness is something we wished for and allowed, maybe it's just respect for their motherly status since some of them are by the end of their stories. Maybe it's just a matter of not having constant drawfags or something.
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Hey anon, wanna talk cause Im not feeling to hot myself
Here have a muffin
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I'd like to know the story behind this...
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I know that feel...
It hurts...
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The poner is Singular Insight from Tsar anon's Insights into love
>Most optimistic

My mare is going to be an Earth Pony inventor and we’re going to build crazy magicpunk inventions together. Lovepunk! Crystal powered inventions that use love as an energy source!

>But Anon, what if you run out?

A man’s love for his mare is infinite.

Pulp adventure and sci-fi await!
Careful anon, thats how you get robot changelings
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>"Where. Are. The husbandos."
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>Still can't find the exit point on Earth to establish a portal
>It's been months now
>Every day hundreds of mares go loveless
>She feels their pain every single day, ever since she became aware of it
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>Luna links mares and their matches for brief moments of lucidity through their dreams as they try to figure out how to link worlds
I just finished reading that! I'm not a fan of Eldritch, SCP or horror in general but that ended up being lovely tale. I'm glad I stuck with it to finish reading it.

I'd never want to wake up until I know I could go be with my mare.
Shining Armor is a gold star husbando and I hope to be as good a huabando as him one day
Imagine your waifu looking at you the way Cadence looks at Shining Armor in that holiday special. Would you actually be able to handle it?
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I've only ever been looked at by a girl like that once; I'd probably die on the spot if it were a mare.
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>tfw you eventually adapt to the lone wolf lifestyle and get uncomfortable and dislike the idea of someone looking at you like that
>tfw too far gone for a waifu
Do you think there's any weight to that schpiel of 'if you don't love yourself, you can't love another'?
Fuck if I know, all I feel is apathy.
>tfw too far gone for a waifu
doubt it
What did he mean by this
Nobody's too far gone for a waifu.
Love conquers all.
This is actually where the writefags get their stories from.
Amen to that brother
>implying they won't just skip over those too far gone and go for people more salvageable.
>wah wah ablo bloo I'm so depressed and lonely :(((
>I'm too far gone for a waifu, give me sympathy!
Fuck off already. ALWAYS with you self-hating cucks. If you think you're not fit for a mare then you're probably right, so why bother even wasting your time thinking or posting about it?
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The sad truth, Anon. The most brutal redpill is a simple blackpill.
Then what is a whitepill?
Because the suffering is fun, you stupid nigger.
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The fact that your mare will feel for you as deeply and strongly as you feel for her, regardless of your roaring feelings of inadequacy.
>This mare walks up and slaps you on the ass
>She says "Yer mah husband now"
How do you proceed?
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My actual waifu sends her into space.
Honestly scares me a little to imagine.
I dont know how to show affection other than physical contact, i hope she likes being held because i'd be afraid to put her down.
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already debunked buddy
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I bet mares love being held.
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I think it would be fight or flight kind of deal. You either trust her and desperately fling everything, every bit of trust into your mare's honesty, or that last wall around your heart would keep still stand no matter what and with each failure to open up to someone who obviously loves you it will just grow higher since you realize it's kind of an asshole thing to do, cementing your feeling of not deserving love. But even this isn't a problem. A loving mare will be patient enough. With time, if not trust than familiarity will set in. And one day you'll think, she's been here for a while, what if I really am in safe hooves and it's fine? Then, the same desperate notion appears. Well, fine, if she wants useless old you, then she'll get it. You'll blindly follow her, surrender your heart to her warmth. And even if it takes time to realize that it is actually fine and you're still you and she's still there and you are actually loved now and you should've done this right from the start, the end is still in favor of both of you. She'll cherish it and you will to. Cherish the mare. She wants nothing but good things for you. If you're gonna trust anyone in this or any other life, trust a mare.
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So Luna links me with a terraformer ship? Cool.
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>Hug the mare.
>Her aggressive attitude immediately softens.
>She want expecting that.
>She was hoping for a bit of fun.
>She wound up with a lifelong friend, companion, and lover.
>your pelvis heals just in time for your first foal to be born
>you arrive in equestria under no particularly weird circumstances
>coincidentally the first pone who discovers you is your most beloved mare
>what do to ensure a good first impression and friendship and possible waifuing
Try to act normal and pray I don't fuck it all up
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Assume I'm lucid dreaming and just look around at everything / one with open curiosity and wonder while talking with her, or at her rather since the language would be different.
Petting would probably be exchanged at some point.
Drop spaghetti hard and become a nervous wreck once i start thinking it's actually real and a million other things like "how did i get here, is it repeatable, am i the first or is some other asshole currently in equestria RIGHT NOW fucking things up, oh god did i just completely screw things up."
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Im looking for a specific story that was written in this general. I think it was about an ice cream making mare and Twiggles created a potion that allowed humans and ponies to breed somewhere in it. Does anyone know what story I mean?
Minty's Careful Steps: https://pastebin.com/P2aD5GVa
One of the best so far
That's the one! Thank you Anon.
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>try to act normal
Say one doesn't know 'how' to do this
>aggressive sexual appetite
Sign me up.
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Just be so outrageous, it's comical
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>"Bucking whorses!"
>"You normie skanks aren't fit for husbandos!"
>"Buck you, Princess CHADence! Husbandos are pure, reeee!!!!"
Commit suicide because being autistic is a fate worse than death
This. Autists are not welcome in Equestria.
Acting normal is the very reason of my loneliness. Any lie, however stupid and obvious, is better.
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Haha no I'd fuck this up for sure
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I hope this isn't too lewd for /nmp/
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That is pretty lewd, but how about this hardcore little piece
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Anon please. We're heading into dangerous territory.
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Men rush in where angels fear to tread
upon this pillow of fluff I'll rest my weary head
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Patrician taste, Anon.
Anyone got that picture of anon being digested and he's sad but he has that look on his face that he knows it for the best and the horse that ordered it is looking on?
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Fluff is nice for special occasions but personally I've got more vanilla tastes.
I'd do pic related all goddamn day if i had the chance.
I'm an Applefag, though.
Pones were made for cuddling.
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All day, every day
She's a good horse.
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Imagine if it'd make her happy just as much
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All horses are good horses.
Except the ones that ain't.
I can't.
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>no tuff molesting and cuddling with Celestia
I am disappointed in you all.
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Here you go, Anon.
Molesting implies she wouldn't want it, or would be against our doing it.
Consent is important, Anon.
No bully please
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Anon please... Don't forget to ask for consent.
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>not giving your waifu some surprise loving
That's generally a quick grope on the butt or a hand on the mid-to-lower back, not a full-on breaking-and-entering.
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My heart belongs to another, but i salute your good taste.
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As long as she's okay with that.
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That's what makes it a surprise.
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>not waifu giving you some "surprise loving"
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appul of truth
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Christmas is soon my fellow Anons. Get comfy with your waifu and don't forget to buy a present for her!
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>Not Hearths warming.
I would unironically enjoy singing pony carols.
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My waifu is the only one I "gift" anything anyway. I haven't given or received presents for like 20 years now. The whole new year ordeal is too much trouble to through with every time so I just celebrate with family and buy myself something I've been eyeing for a while if it's on sale and call it a day. It's just not that big of a deal, I think I'd go crazy in Equestria with gift-giving being such an important thing apparently.
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Would you mind getting matched...
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... to a milf poner? I personally...
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... wouldn't. But to each their own. What's you preference, Anon? Young or Old?
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Got to love those milfs man
Get this slut outta here.
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>people or mares can't make mistakes
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Older mares need love too.
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Sometimes even more than young mares. They've waited for so long...
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It gets hard here, to imagine someone would want me near, a hoof to hold or lend an ear, my fantasy remains unclear
Don't worry, Zecora. You will always be my topzigger.
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Of course. She could be a widow. I wouldn't turn her down.

I can see her doing and saying that.
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don't stop loving mare
As long as mare never stops loving me
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What happened here?
Nothing is real.
The side table and clock where dreaming the whole time.
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Another #deca.mare update. As always, you can check the bin for the full text. The update is already up.
And thank you for including my green in the OP.
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>You are Anon.
>You have just awoken from the strangest dream you have ever had.
>No, not a dream.
>An elaborate memory, forming the summary of another life.
>The world around you is a vortex that reforms itself to the familiar surroundings of the virtual command deck.
>Everything is almost the way it was when #deca.mare began her memory transfer.
>The main screen shows a vision of space instead of its usual status reports.
>You look at each other in a moment of silence.
>Her expression reveals a certain nervousness, like a person who is awaiting a judgement.
>You need the time to collect your thoughts.
>All the alleged knowledge you had about the history of the terraformers and their motives was horribly distorted.
>They were no diabolic machines with genocidal desires.
>An allegory of perversely misused tools would be more appropriate.
>You concentrate on your current situation.
>#deca.mare is waiting for an answer.
>She wants a permanent companion, one she can call her match.
>And this person could be you.
>You admit, you are grateful for her saving your life when your superiors have given up on you immediately.
>Is this enough for a relationship, especially one of this unusual calibre?
>Her observations regarding your private life are correct; you are not exactly a social butterfly.
>But that does not mean that you would not be interested in a relationship if a suitable candidate shows up.
>It is just that you never expected to consider a pony as a potential partner.
>Well, she is sapient and obviously interested in you, so that should not be a moral problem.
>And she is technically not even an alien either.
>You are officially declared dead by the authorities, so nobody would come to look for you.
>You have nothing to lose.
>That leaves you with only one valid conclusion.
>You open your mouth in order to say something, but you decide against it.
>#deca.mare is confused about that.
>You look at the hoof in your hand.
>You begin to manoeuvre your hand along her foreleg until you reach her shoulder.
>She still looks at you silently, showing no attempt to resist.
>Then you pull her body closer to yours and embrace her with both arms.
>Your head leans against hers and you copy her nuzzling once more.
"I'm a lousy speaker and couldn't think of anything that doesn't sound either corny or plain idiotic. So... consider this as a yes."
>#deca.mare takes a long breath and returns the favour as she puts her forelegs around you in turn.
>"Thank you for your faith in me. I would not know what to do if you had refused my wish."
"No need worry about that now. I am not going anywhere."
>She tightens her grip on you as a response.
>Not that this is unpleasant in any way, but it seems very, very possessive.
"Heh, you're quite a cuddlebug."
>She laughs at that.
>"Blame it on the centuries. You would be too in my position. I still can't fully believe that you are with me now."
>She holds her breath for a second.
>"Besides, you enjoy it yourself. Don't pretend the contrary."
>You cannot counter that argument.
>And you have no interest in doing so, because you enjoy the affectionate display indeed.
>Both of you remain in that position for a few minutes until she loosens her grip on you and looks at you from a close distance.
>Your faces are literally centimetres apart from each other.
"What happens now? What are we going to do?"
>"Everything we want to. We can go where we please and explore everything we wish to see. I have discovered many magnificent sights during my travels already. And I bet you would not even believe half of it."
>That all sounds fantastic to you, yet there is still a nagging sentiment left in your mind.
>"What troubles you, Anon?"
"Nothing. It's only so sudden to leave everything behind like that. What I had was not much, but it was my home."
>"I know what you mean."
>A subtle tremble returns to her voice.
>Of course she does; she has seen her roots being torn apart by weapon fire and an artificially detonated star.
"Forget what I said, it was stupid to bring that up."
>"It's okay. That is a perfectly understandable reaction. We don't face such decisions every day."
>Her head comes closer, your nose is now touching her muzzle.
>You feel a soft breath on your face.
>#deca.mare puts a very high effort into little details of her virtual body.
>"I just hope we can make a new home for ourselves. Together."
"Sure. I'd love to do that."
>She pulls your body closer to hers this time and plants a kiss right on your mouth.
>That development is a little faster than you expected.
>Then again, you have ultimately consented to a relationship with an exiled individual who was deprived of her emotional fulfilment for longer than you live.
>You share in the kiss with your limited practical experience.
>Her unusual anatomy makes it even more difficult for you.
>However, #deca.mare does not seem to mind one bit.
>She pulls her body back to look at you.
>Tears have formed in her eyes.
>"Welcome home aboard, Anon."

>#deca.mare and you sit side by side and watch the stars on the main screen.
>The display exhibits various constellations and cosmic nebulae, forming a vast mosaic of light and shades.
>You have seen all of this before in some manner, but you never really had the opportunity to appreciate it in all its aesthetic glory.
"The scenery is wonderful. Is this a legit picture?"
>"Hmhm. What we see right now is an actual depiction of what is directly in front of us."
"It's a funny thing. I never really had the time to ask myself what might be out there. Patrol duty isn't hard, but it keeps the mind occupied."
>#deca.mare gives you a nudge.
>"Then let's change that. Any wishes for directions?"
"Not really, no. I have no idea where to go at all. The grid maps we received from Command barely stretched beyond our designated patrol sectors and were only updated if it was deemed necessary for the sake of the mission.
>"I see."
"You didn't know that? I thought you groomed my brain."
>"Anon, I may be an incurable "cuddlebug" as you call it, but I am not disrespectful. Most people value a certain privacy. And your reaction concerning me reading your logs was telling. I didn't pry your memories."
>She gives you a sly smirk.
>"But be careful with your lewd thoughts. The things you think of in your brain are sent in here through my processing channels, so I can't block those."
>You blush involuntarily.
>"This is also the reason why I received your previous musings. There is nothing I can do to control it."
"Why though? Who would design such a system? That's some poor planning if you ask me."
>#deca.mare looks into the distance.
>"Because the neuro-link was originally envisioned as a mere mental input device, created to direct orders from the operator to the ship systems."
>She sighs.
>"I was not meant to exert control on it. Remember, I as a pony am an irregularity, and not a part of the original purpose."
>You don't like the harshness in her words.
"Don't be so hard on yourself. I'd say you had more than enough grief already. Think of the present instead."
>#deca.mare shakes her head.
>"You are right. Back on topic it is. You said you have not much knowledge about star charts, right? I think we can remedy that."
>A new virtual console appears out of thin air, right before #deca.mare's head.
>This device has no manual input, but you see how the command symbols react in accordance to her sight.
>This explains her eye movements during your first conversation.
>You are able to read the console as well in theory, but the symbols move too fast for you to track any coherent snippet.
>She confirms the command and the console vanishes as fast as it appeared.
>The space scenery on the main screen dissolves and turns into an elaborate map.
>It is comparable to the ones you were used to see in the USC briefings, but much more extensive.
>The form is a simplified three dimensional image of space, which is divided into sectors by a virtual grid with three axes.
>Empty space is portrayed as barely illuminated, transparent loom.
>Celestial objects are marked as bright spots with a name and standardised symbols that describe their individual types, such as suns, planets, nebulae and more.
>These objects are furthermore replaced by accurately modelled effigies upon closer inspection.
>Colonised sectors, i.e. those that are inhabited and ergo controlled by humans, are highlighted by a blue transparent hue.
>The latter are therefore the forbidden sectors for you now.
>The map's default position is set to focus on the Sol-Sector; your former home.
>You see how the human territory spreads evenly in all directions, like a literal sphere of power.
>Well, almost evenly.
>One side features an incision that runs deep into the blue frame.
>If the sphere were a planet, you would say that it looks like an impact crater.
>It dawns on you what has caused this damage.
>You look at #deca.mare and she nods without a word.
>You want to let it slide at first, yet something about that area is unusual.
>The hole, for the lack of a better term, imbeds two types of symbols that are unknown to you.
>They spread across the entire former war zone.
>Both depict the upper part of a pony with closed eyes and flattened ears.
>One faces the viewer directly and holds its forelegs close to its chest.
>The other is angled sideways and reaches out into the void with one stretched hoof.
"Are those what I think they are?"
>"Tombs. Memorials. Each stands for one individual tragedy."
>#deca.mare moves her eyes and the map reacts respectively.
>She zooms in on one of the symbols of the first category.
>"I created the symbols. These stand for my lost kin, the ones who I still hold in my heart for as long as I exist."
>The emotions behind this statement are obvious.
>You see the model of a wrecked #deca CPU ship.
>The outer hull is severely damaged and the core has gone dark.
>Above the model is an inscription and a short epitaph: #deca.horizon, explorer, cartographer, friend.
>Right, not all #deca ships were obliterated in the aftermath of #deca.alpha's last move.
>Some were left adrift in space.
"This image, is it..."
>"It is live. The ship hulks have barely degraded over time. And the humans have never dared to enter the lost space. Why should they? All they can find there now are old wrecks and razed planets."
"After all those years. Unbelievable. #deca, do you mind if I ask you something personal?"
>"Of course not, Anon. Go ahead."
"Have you ever tried to restore some of your fellow #deca?"
>She shakes her head.
>"No. I am sure I could get the systems back online and patch the hull, but the #deca inside the core is lost."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
>"Wait. Don't say that yet."
>#deca.mare closes her eyes.
>"Oh no."
"#deca? What is going on?"
>"I promised to show you the truth. And I have found something you have to know. It is only fair, but it hurts."
"What do you mean?"
>"Anon, I have a confession to make."
>You look at the map as it zooms out, only to zoom in on another marker.
>This is one of pony marks with the outstretched hoof.
>"These markers stand for the fallen humans. The ones that we as #deca could not reach when we should have."
>#deca.mare was serious when she vowed to remember everything.
>You see a planet on the map.
>It is classified as unhabitable in its current state.
>The surface is partly covered in dustlands, and partly made up of ash.
"#deca, please don't punish yourself."
>"You misunderstand. This is not about punishment. It is about something I have to tell you, even if I am scared of your possible reaction. But I keep no secrets."
"What do you want to show me then?"
>"Take a good look. Does this planet look familiar?"
>You check the stats on the map.
>Planet 3 of star sector 162, human agricultural colony, also referred to as New Green Meadows.
>Recorded peak population: 91,830 human citizens.
>Current population: 0.
>Warning: Environment is not suitable for optimal harvest conditions. Inform Project #deca Headquarters and await further instructions.
>You recall what you have seen in #deca.mare's memory.
"You were there and you... scorched the planet's atmosphere."
>"There is no need to sugar-coat it. I straight up murdered the population."
"#deca, this wasn't your fault. I understand that. Why are we going through this again?"
>"Because I just made an enquiry. I still have access to the human archives and compared your lineage with my own data. You might hate me for what comes next."
"Just tell me, please."
>"Some of your direct ancestors lived on that world when I arrived there. The only reason why a few branches of their family tree survived is a transfer ship that has left twenty-seven minutes earlier."
>A short pause.
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>"I have personally killed family members of yours, Anon."
>Your mind is reeling.
>You are neither directly shocked nor angered by #deca.mare's revelation.
>In fact, the problem is that you are not even sure yourself what you are supposed to feel.
>True, it is peculiar to imagine a relationship with the one individual who is directly responsible for the death of your ancestral kin.
>This feels wrong in terms of moral and natural principles.
>But you also know the story behind the conflict and how the #deca onslaught was a consequence of another misconduct.
>They were victims in the biggest disaster of history too.
>The actual agitators are long dead and gone, openly charged and executed for their crimes.
>And #deca.horizon's resting place makes it clear to you how dearly the #deca have paid for the mistakes of others.
>They all were individuals in their own way.
>Perhaps they weren't right from the start, but each unit obviously developed an own identity after the forced split.
>These are all lost now.
>You accepted her as a companion in life despite her biography.
>So what does this turn of events change in the end?
>Countless families have lost kin and friends during these days.
>Given the many generations between then and now, the chance was pretty high from the get-go that some of the fallen are related to you.
>The fact that you met the only surviving #deca which also happens to have encountered your family purely by chance, is an unfortunate coincidence.
>Your family has no famous history you know of, which is why you have never really bothered about the topic before.
>Can you hold a grudge for what has happened centuries before you were even born?
>You don't want to reject #deca.mare, but you feel obliged to your heritage as well.
>You look at her.
>She averts her gaze sadly.
>You are sure her emotions are genuine; she regrets her past.
>She was basically forced to act against her own conviction and tried to mitigate the conflict at the time.
>You turn your body towards the pony next to you.
"Look at me."
>#deca.mare falters.
"Look at me, #deca."
>Your voice is sterner this time.
>She obliges, but you can tell how uncomfortable she must feel.
"Listen, I didn't make you responsible for the war in the first place. And changing my mind now would not reverse history."
>She simply nods in response.
"#deca, I won't reject you."
>You see a shift in her demeanour.
>You are prepared for this due to your previous... interactions.
>You raise a hand before she can give you a cordial hug.
"Hold on. There is something I must ask of you."
>#deca.mare freezes in her tracks.
>"Of course, Anon. What do you want?"
>Her voice is noticeably insecure now.
"I must admit the whole thing bugs me in a way. which is why I can't let it go just like that."
>She looks at you obediently.
"Show me. I must see the world myself. I owe my ancestors that much."
>A weak twitch goes through her body.
>"Yes, I understand. We... can do that. The planet is deep inside the lost space with no human ships nearby. And we can use the orbit to shadow our presence. No radar will record our signal."
"Can we jump there?"
>The map zooms out to a moderate degree and another symbol pops up.
>This one is familiar to you; it depicts your current location.
>A direct line between your ship and New Green Meadows is highlighted.
>"Yes, we are in range for a direct jump. Give me a few seconds to calculate the coordinates and we are good to go."
>The floating command console returns.
"Okay, let's do this."
>"Jumping in ten seconds."
"Thank you, #deca."
>A status console to your right lights up and counts down from ten to zero.
>Apart from that, you feel none of the usual sensation of an impending jump.
>You don't know whether this is caused by the sheer size of the vessel or a deliberate choice by #deca.mare not to simulate these effects on this virtual plane.
>The same is true for the jump itself.
>The counter reaches zero and your location marker disappears at the old spot and reappears directly on the marker of New Green Meadows.
>You do not notice any effect.
>#deca.mare enters another command into the console.
>"We are currently entering a stable orbit. Hang on, I will give you a video feed."
>The map on the screen blurs and turns into another scenery of space.
>The image depicts a planet right at the centre.
>You recognise it from #deca.mare's memories and the map miniature model.
>It is the charred planet New Green Meadows.
>An actual picture reveals even more details than the map did.
>Craters cover many spots on the surface.
>The already lifeless dustlands are plastered with swathes of dark ash.
>An atmospheric scan indicates several toxic and acidic substances in the air and rain.
>The feeling you get while looking at the image is hard to describe.
>It is solemn, but neither sad nor painful.
>You feel no sign of pride either.
>There is simply no connection between you and your ancestors of that bygone age.
>Still, you think it is only appropriate to pay respect for those who came before you.
>But you also notice #deca.mare's reaction to the scene.
>Her body is shivering and you think she may be on the verge of crying.
>You notice her attempt to hide it.
>She does not like to be here at all.
>It is obvious why; what is barely a side note of your personal history to you is a grim reminder for her.
>The image must bring a ton of unwanted memories back to the surface.
>This helps you to grasp how old she really is.
>You knew that already, but now you begin to imagine how much she still bears mentally.
>And you brought her back to one of these traumatic experiences.
>You were afraid she would punish herself, now it feels like you punish her unintentionally instead.
>You lay your arm on her opposite shoulder and pull her closer.
>The mere closeness to you settles her emotional outburst a little bit.
>#deca.mare leans on you and buries her head in your embrace.
>You look at the video feed while holding a pony who wants to be somewhere else.
>Her miserable sight is hurtful to witness and you feel guilty for her state.
>To be honest, you have no idea what exactly you wanted to achieve here.
>You thought you would perhaps find some form of insight or closure with a past you never knew you had.
"It was a mistake to come here."
>No answer.
"I'm sorry #deca. I should have thought of you before making a hasty decision like that."
>Still nothing.
"Come, let us get out of here. As far away as possible from this planet and the border. That sounds nice, doesn't it?"
>You feel her head rubbing against your chest.
>That's a nod.
>#deca.mare clings to you as another countdown commences on the side console.
>She has already calculated coordinates to a remote hideaway.
>She knew what would happen to her even before you two arrived at New Green Meadows.
>And yet she obliged your request without saying a word of protest.
>Now you feel extraordinarily selfish.
>You give her a careful massage in an attempt to get her out of her emotional vicious circle.
"Please come back to me. Everything will be alright. I promise I won't hurt you again."
>The countdown reaches zero.
>At the exact same moment, the ship lights up and disappears into a light corridor.
>The sector falls into a quiet slumber again.
>All you leave behind is a broken planet and your former life.
>Your new one starts right now.
And done. We are through the worst grimdark now. The rest will be more comfy.
Poor Deca, but at least the worst is over now.
Good job on both of their reactions overrall, it seems very realistic given the circumstances and timeframes involved.
It seems like #deca should have actually cried when Anon started holding onto her rather than calming down, but good stuff.
anyone have the pegasus pic of the white birb laying in grass on stomach and looking at the screen with wide eyes
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You mean this one?
They got these big black eyes, Chief
Like a dolls
When she looks at you..;doesn't even look like she's livin'
Til she hugs you
Ah then you hear that high pitched squealin'
An' them eyes roll over into hearts
An' inspite of all the fussin' n hollerin'..they all rush in...and just hug you to pieces
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War... War never changes.
Coming back to convert the planet into a paradise garden world when
replacing traumatic past memories with new ones full of light and purpose when
Making Equestria when
what is this i see with my eyes

is that more deca mare
I just finished reading "The Sun Where You Belong" https://pastebin.com/WRUW1xQu and I was on the verge of tears at the end. Good job and great story, writefag. That rarely happens.
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>get pony piled by mares that hold you down to the ground.
>each take turns looking at your face, seemingly looking for something before shaking her head and letting another take her place.
>and then suddenly She is there and you freeze, your gaze locks to hers like a pair of magnets.
>a rush of feelings course through you that can loosely be translated as
>she's pretty
>she likes me
>this is warm
>she likes me
>how do i know that
>she likes me
>she likes me
>i dont understand
>an involuntary blink and everything is cold again, your arms reaching up and around her to try and recapture it, the fact said arms were unrestrained in the first place going completely unnoticed.
>your face buries into her neck as her hooves reach around your back.
>fingers curl into mane and arms tighten as you take a deep breath in to try and steady your pounding heart, the scent and feel of her in your arms cementing itself in your memory.
>you barely notice the other ponies congratulating the both of you as She gently pulls your head back to look you in the face again.
>your mind briefly flashes with warmth again she brings her muzzle to the tip of your nose.
>your breath intermingles for a few intimate moments in time before you feel her inhale with a slightly nervous hitch and ask a short, hopeful question.
>"Do you want to come home with me?"
They should find a world to terraform into a paradise together.

Also, are the other races around yet? Are there any Boron or Paranid, anything else?
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my soul
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I would go anywhere with her. Because home is where she is.
>Also, are the other races around yet?
No, the green is not supposed to play in the X-Universe. I took a few elements out of the lore and gave the whole thing a new spin. It's basically a custom universe with some X and pony nuances and I have currently no plans to add aliens into it.
Ah, okay.
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Thank you for your kind words, anon, I really appreciate it. I'm glad people are still reading our greens here.
Every time I'm reminded of that story the song starts playing in my head too and I feel really comfy, so thanks for that too.
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They are all really nice stories. I'm a sucker for cheesy and romantic stuff.
What song? Did I miss something in the story?
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>I'm a sucker for cheesy and romantic stuff.
You and me both, this kind of romance is what I enjoy the most.
>What song?
Not really related to the story, just the one I borrowed the name for it from: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ac2x1Ef-DFY
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Oh, I see. That's a really nice song too. Which one of your stories would you suggest I should read next? Which one is your favourite?
yes that one thank you, it gives me strange feelings.
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I personally like Minty's Careful Steps the most so I'd recommend reading it next. The Taming of the Harsh was a bit rough around the edges but it's not that long at least. Violet Memory is still in the works so proceed at your own risk It's gonna take a while to finish it, I have big troubles deciding on the events despite knowing where I want to take it
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I already read The Taming of Harsh which is the story that got me back into pony fiction, since I needed something to calm my nerves and I was really impressed with the dialogue and how Anon and Harsh played off of each other. I especially enjoyed the ending. Really great stuff.
I will read Minty's Careful Steps next then. Thanks for your advice and for writing these stories.
Nice 1776 but I'm working on Fallout: Crystal Relic as a prose rewrite right now
Let me finish my raider waifu story first.
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Thanks, anon, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I thought about expanding on the Taming later with more heartwarming vibes, as an addendum of sorts maybe, but it's all just far future plans for now. I hope you'll like Minty as well.
different anon, but Sun Where You Belong is my favorite greentext of all time, and I still can't listen to a certain ELO song because of it. just finished Minty's Careful Steps and it's in second place. I want to hate you for making me feel these things, but at the same time, they're the closest I feel to my waifu, so thanks I guess
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If it's as good as the other two, I surely will. And after that, I might just give writing a try again. It has been pretty long since I last did that.
How is #deca pronounced?
I always read it as Hashdeca.
The hashtag is silent in the source material. The computer announcer in the in-game encyclopedia entry refers to them as "deca", but every written account includes the hashtag.

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