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>diabeetus mare
mr brimley pls

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Isn’t she just the greatest? I love my Twily.

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>Pinkie
A good mare to get the party started. [/spoiler]She'll aim straight for your heart.[/spoiler]

>>38557177
ponkniggers showing their intelligence already

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Pinkie would be that friend that can hook you up with a mare that she thinks you would fit well with, or be your wingpony on a date. She just wants to make you smile, after all.

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Remember, the bigger your waifu is, the higher frequency of cuddles she requires.

>>38557161
Who's Mr. Brimley?

I hope we get a good green.

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>>38558322
same

>>38558322
Even if it isn't your color?

>>38558935
dude mares lmao

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>>38559824
This mare is for advanced maremen only.

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>>38559989
>Daves not here, maan
No mare, I'M Dave, open up

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>>38558322
limestone green?

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>>38558322
Here's a greenbean

>>38560829
>/foe/
No, thanks.

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>>38560938
Based.

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>>38557191
I'm a faggot unfortunately, could she help me?

>>38560967
We established very early on this is man & mares, not adam & steve stallion.

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>>38560971
Fuck

>>38560941
Meant to reply to >>38560829

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>>38560976
In that case, very RAD

>>38560976
No, I replied to the correct post, thanks.
Perhaps those 'rads' or whatever are getting to you again.

Not this shit again.

>>38560985
>Idiot foetards show up for their daily (you)'s
Yeah it'd be nice if they fucked off but why would we ever get nice things.
>Blah blah blah my dykeshit mutantcorns belong here
>Cry about it and die mad
>-Did I catch a critcism about my malecorns? I'm not leaving until you apologize now
>Jk I'm never leaving

>>38560982
>pretending to be someone else

>>38560996
You're the expert here, got any tips?
Fallout is shit, btw.

>>38561001
Lay off on the hormones and maybe you won't be so easily set off, xir.

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>>38561011
Rings kind of hollow coming from the fags with the irradiated vagenis's.

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>>38561014
That's not how it's spelled, Patel

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>>38561025
The word 'irradiated' or your deformed nethers?
Which one did I get wrong?

>>38561032
My dick is just fine, troon.

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>>38561037
Too bad your taste in 'mares' is more akin to you liking men, bitch.

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>>38561044
>not liking tomboys
Your social credit score just dropped

>>38561053
Oh so your fruitycorns are 'tomboys' now?

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>>38561061
Yes, wasteland mares are, by and large, tomboys taken to fantasy/scifi conclusions.
They range from tough farmer mares to badass wasteland warriors and I want to hug them all

>>38561072
These faggots here would gladly hug official dykes from the show but somehow don't want to hug a cute wasteland tomboy. Such a shame.

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>>38561088
>gladly hug official dykes from the show
Just look at the dashfags and applefags.

>>38561088
Because they're man hating crotch mutilators.
Much as you insist they aren't. I'd figure you being obsessed as you are with them you'd have lent them some sort of redeeming characterizations by now but they're still the same beast tier monsters you fags tout as 'mares'.

>>38561108
You clearly have no idea what you're talking about

>>38561112
Why can't you fucking niggers just stay in /foe/ holy shit

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The corruption of the ruinous powers run deep in this thread. It all must be cleansed.

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>>38561125
Repent.

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Alrighty, here it is lads. Dreams to Dream time.

>With a solid ring of metal on metal, the last nail in the door hinge slotted into place as Anon lowered the hammer in his grip.
>He stood, eyes scanning the other two hinges he had spent the last hour fitting and hammering into place.
>The light of the setting sun didn’t give him much light to see with, but he had enough to see that the door wouldn’t be going anywhere.
“Okay, you should be good to let go of it now.”
>Nýrmáni’s cyan magical aura, which had enclosed the entire solid wood door up till then, vanished from sight.
>Using the solid metal handle that he’d found in one of their boxes of supplies and had affixed to the door, he swung the solid slab of wood backwards and forwards several times.
>It swung quietly, with only the faintest squeaking from the hinges accompanying its movement.
“Told you, piece of cake.” He went to close it against the frame, only for it to stop several inches from where it should have gone. “Well dang it.”
>”It seems that your ‘piece of cake’ is rather ill-fitted, Beloved.” Nýrmáni smiled as she trotted next to him as she levitated her sword out of its sheath.
“You’re the one who cut it to shape in the first place, if anything it’s your piece of cake.” He pretended to pout, crossing his arms and raising a single eyebrow at the smug alicorn as he moved to the side.
>Her cheeks went pink and she stuck her tongue out at him, even as she raised her sword and began to delicately cut the parts of the roughly hewn door that were preventing it from shutting completely.
>Anon thought about startling her as a joke but decided against it. She might accidentally slice part of their brand new home off if she got spooked.
>He’d save it for another time when she wasn’t holding a seven foot, impossibly sharp magical super sword.
>With one final, small movement Nýrmáni withdrew her sword and returned it to its sheath.
>Wordlessly she turned her head to look him in the eyes with a look of smug satisfaction, even as her magic swung the door completely closed.
>The fit was so perfect it was as if the wood door and stone walls on either side had been fused together.
>”I would say that it is a good fit, yes?”
“Yeah, I’d say so.” He said, unable to contain a chuckle as he walked up next to her and softly flicked the tip of her left ear.
>The large alicorn giggled, the assaulted ear flicking several times as she gave him a toothy smile.
>”So, does this mean we can begin moving our things inside?”
>He could hear the excitement in her voice, and see how her mane and tail, ever flowing and twisting through the air, seemed to move more energetically as she smiled at him.
>But she couldn’t hide the exhaustion in her tone, neither could he.
>His just-healed leg still ached, and helping her with the final touches to their cabin had shown him that his body had not taken well to all the forced bedrest.

>>38561571
>Nýrmáni was apparently feeling it was well, since she had been throwing herself into the construction whole-heartedly, and now she looked like she was running on empty, despite being an alicorn of great physical and magical power.
>Then she gave him those wide, puppy-dog eyes, the eyes that made her out to be the biggest, fluffiest, cutest pony ever in all the land.
>At least that was how she obviously tried to make it seem like.
>But it did work.
“Well we still have to clean out all the leftover dirt, wood shavings, and the leftovers that we didn’t need. We can get it cleaned out tonight, then move everything in it tomorrow, how does that sound?”” Anon looked over his shoulder, to where the sun was just beginning to touch the mountains in the distance.
>Then he smiled, shook his head, and pulled Nýrmáni’s muzzle closer for a swift kiss.
“But sure, we can test the fireplace out right now if you’ll go get some wood, and I’ll go grab a couple of blankets for us.”
>Her reaction was instantaneous, her front hooves wrapped around his chest like a vice, pulling him completely off the ground and to her chest as she nuzzled the top of his head excitedly.
>’Oh this is wonderful, my Beloved! I shall retrieve some wood at once!”
>Anon’s gut lurched as Nýrmáni, without waiting for a response from him and still holding him in her front hooves, leapt into the air and, spreading her large wings, flew to their tent.
>Seconds later Anon found himself gathering blankets in his arms while Nýrmáni, who was giggling excitedly like a young girl, levitated several bundles of their firewood into the air, horn glowing almost as much as her excited eyes.
>”You sure are excited.”
>She looked over at him and tilted her head, slitted pupils literally glowing with joy. “Of course, We have labored for this moment for some time, should we not revel in the triumph of our achievement?”
>He smiled, and placed the now folded blankets in the crook of one arm.
“Well, when you put it that way, I get it.” His stomach decided to interrupt, growling like a starving jungle cat. “Shouldn’t we eat first?”
>” We can sit together in the blankets by our fire and eat in the fire’s glow; Oh it will be ever so romantic and then -”
“Wait a minute, where did you get that idea from?”
>Anon grinned as Nýrmáni’s cheeks began to once again turn pink.
>”W-well, you see, I have read that s-such things are acceptable for couples to do in situa-”
“You’ve been reading that romance novel that Rarity snuck in that box of spell books Twilight gave us, weren’t you?”
>Her cheeks went from pink to bright, cherry red.
>”We will a-admit that we did peruse some of the pages, y-yes.”
>She quickly turned and left the tent, several large bundles of chopped firewood and kindling trailing behind her in her magical grasp.

>>38561573
>Shaking his head and smiling at the sappy alicorn he followed her, walking through the deep snow, two blankets under each arm.
>The glowing red sun bathed the sky in a multitude of yellows, pinks, and oranges as it began to slip out of sight, and he stopped for a moment to appreciate the beauty of it all.
>Despite it just being the two of them up here, the unspoiled beauty of the world around them made up for it.
>Haunted ancient alicorn ruins notwithstanding
>Fighting off a shiver at the thought of that place, Anon made his way to their cabin, finding a cyan glow coming from the open door.
>pieces of wood and small rocks were rolling/blowing out the door, as if by compressed air.
>Entering, he could see waves of cyan magic coming off of Nýrmáni’s horn as the alicorn trotted excitedly in place, her wings half spread from her sides.
>Her magic ran across the flat stone floor, sweeping loose bits of rock, dirt, and wood to the far corners and out the door.
>The wood she had been carrying was stacked neatly next to the fireplace which he could see was already prepared with kindling.
>As he walked inside Nýrmáni’s eyes grew larger, and she bounded over to him, smiling widely as she nuzzled his cheek with hers, her mane and tail writhing excitedly through the air.
>”Now that you are here you can light the fire for Us, then we both can feast while swaddled in those blankets, yes?”
“Whatever you say, Sweetie.” Anon turned his head to the side and kissed her soft, furry cheek.
>She squealed softly then turned her muzzle to the side, pressing her lips against his.
>Too late, he realized his ploy to catch her off guard had failed as the alicorn sat back on her haunches, wrapping her forehooves around him as she pulled him against her chest.
>He was forced to lean his head back slightly to continue their kiss, and he let go of the blankets, letting them fall to the floor as he gently held her cheeks in his hands, rubbing circles into her impossibly soft fur with his fingers.
>She moaned again, a possessive rumble that he could feel against his chest, even through his winter clothing.
>Anon loved how her lips could be so soft, so warm, so inviting, but so forceful, demanding.
>Nýrmáni was the fittest, cutest alicorn ever and he loved her so much he felt like his heart would explode.
>She finally separated her lips from his, the alicorn panting slightly as she stared at him, eyes glowing cheerfully in the rapidly dwindling light from the setting sun.
>”If you thought to make me blush again, you have only succeeded in rendering yourself rosy instead, my Beloved.”
>He tried to think of a comeback to that, but she wasn’t lying. He could probably get their fire started using the heat that currently radiated from his cheeks.
>Anon just chuckled, his hands leaving her cheeks to hug her gently, his hands sinking into the twinkling starfield of her mane and crest.

>>38561576
>She wrapped her wings around him this time, gently kissing the top of his head.
>”I brought a loaf of that wonderful bread that the mare Applejack gave us, let us eat it beside the fire, together.”
“I’d love that.”
>Minutes later, the two of them sat next to a warm, crackling fire, wrapped up in blankets as they quietly ate the wondrous bread.
>Nýrmáni lay on her belly, one large wing over Anon’s chest as he lay against her barrel and neck, the warmth of the cheerfully dancing blaze radiating into the blanket and onto both of them.
>Anon was sure it had apples in it and it was delicious.
>The bread had been consumed quickly, eagerly, and once done they simply lay there, occasionally adding wood to the glowing blaze, not saying a word.
>He’d already ditched his jacket, winter pants, and boots, and he could feel the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to him as he felt his lover’s chest slowly rise and fall against his back.
>A thought that he had been thinking about for weeks surfaced, and his mouth opened before he could stop himself.
“Máni?”
>He could feel, rather than hear the chuckle that reverberated in her chest.
>”Always trying new nicknames to ruffle my feathers, Anon?”
“You’re doing it too.”
>”I am not always so formal, my love.”
>Anon yawned, eyes focused on the flickering flames, their light almost mesmerizing.
“I’ve been thinking about, well…”
>”What is it, Beloved?”
>He wasn’t sure if he could do this.
>It was so out of the blue, so spur of the moment but he couldn't stop himself.
“I love you.”
>She gently nuzzled his cheek “As do I, Anonymous.”
>He could feel his face grow hot.
”And we’ve been together for what, a couple months or something?”
>”Give or take a week or two, but yes.”
“I... Well, I’ve had this question on my mind for weeks now, but I’m not sure if I can ask it and it’s been stressing me out for some time now." He let out a long breath. "I know it sounds stupid bu-”

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>>38561579
>He felt the wing covering the lower half of his body tighten against him and sense her curious eyes against the side of his head.
>”You should not be afraid to ask me anything.”
>He sighed again, rubbing his face with one hand.
>The blankets and Nýrmáni’s fur were so warm…
“It’s a dumb question, and pointless considering where we are.”
>”I do not care; no question is pointless, especially if it is from you, and has your mind as restless as you say.”
>She hugged his head with her neck, resting her head on his shoulder.
>”If you wish to wait to ask, then you can wait. I will always be here when you are ready.”
>He thought over her words, and what he had been seconds away from blurting out.
>Anon smiled, leaning her head against hers as she levitated another log onto their fire, sparks flying upward from the crackling impact.
>He wasn’t ready to ask, not yet.
>Relaxing, his eyes still closed, he slumped down, using her soft, furry shoulder as a pillow.
>Another time for questions, then.
>Nýrmáni’s fur was soft and warm, he could get lost forever in her dark, welcoming embrace
>Anon didn’t even realize it when the crackling fire and Nýrmáni’s calm, slow breaths lulled him to sleep.

Short and sweet. The next update will be longer, Pinkie Promise, gonna be a lot going on, and we'll see what's happening back in mainland Equestria.
Updated Ponepaste here: https://ponepaste.org/5562#2904

>>38561588
Cute!

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>>38561588
so how many kids do you think they'll end up with
my bet's on a solid dozen

>>38562136
A baker’s dozen

>>38561588
That was cute. Darn you for making me wait to find out what Anon wants to ask though. My money's on foals, and how many

>>38562484
>That was cute. Darn you for making me wait to find out what Anon wants to ask though. My money's on foals, and how many

All of them. Nyrmani would make such a good mommy, though I could also see her growling at anypony besides anon who tries to come near her foals for the first few months.

>>38561025
Ew g%

>>38562484
I forget, did they have a proper wedding yet
like with dresses and wedding bands and all that stuff
to make it official

>>38562646
IIRC they got banished to Fjordland like five minutes after she woke up, so no

>>38562819
no time like the present, then
time to get a really nice dress that looks like spun stardust and some nice silver accessories to really get her all gussied up
they can do the ceremony in the crystal empire, it'll be great
rarity would probably kill to be the dressmaker

>>38560829
Sure. Just not the fucking ultimate edge bitch.

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>>38562946
I'm gonna tame this wild mare
She even put on her cutest outfit!

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>>38563069

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>>38563168
Dark humor is a lot like food, not everyone gets it

>>38563196
>food analogy

hi

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>>38563328
I bet you don't love mares as much as me.

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In this image we see a mare before noticing that you're looking at her, one second after noticing that you're looking at her, and three seconds after noticing that you're looking at her.

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>>38563332
>unshorn fetlocks

>>38563331
yeah sure

>>38563069
God I hate this bitch. She's the only female pony I feel urges to skin alive for.

>>38563860
This. Even fucking Rampage is infinitely better than her.

>>38563069
How about you and the rest of your kind piss off?

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>>38563924
You first

>>38564292
Not until you go back to /foe/ and stay there.

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>>38563332
>g%

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>>38563860
That's no way to treat a mare.

>>38564780
Under any other circumstances, I'd agree.
But Nightseer is a special case.

>>38564826
An especially cute case? You got that right.

>>38563332
Based zipchad

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mare wearing a skull

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Mare.

Good night mare bump.

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>>38566697
Good night mare bump.

>>38567174
Good Nightmare rump

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>>38567295
her tiny rump excites us so

Waifufag rollcall time. State your waifu, when you got on the ride, and what you plan to do when you meet [Her].

If you don’t have a waifu, one will be assigned to you.

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>>38566697
>>38567174
>>38567295
>>38567349
>these peasants claim to be hard when they've never been to moon prison

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>>38567966
>waifu
Dashole
>when you got on the ride
2013
>when you meet her
Hug, kiss, and definitely picrel

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>>38567966
>Waifu
Celly
>got on the ride
Summer 2013
>what you plan to do when you meet [Her]
Make her the happiest mare in the world.

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>>38567966
apple
feb 2011
most likely drop copious amounts of spaghetti but I would hope we could get along and I don't fuck it up.

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>>38567966
>State your waifu
Also celly
>when you got on the ride
Good question I honestly don't remember
>what you plan to do when you meet [Her]
Just try to live up to her expectations...

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>>38568203

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>>38569055
My number one fan, you make it all worthwhile.

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>>38569066
Try making a joke but don't forget the funny

>>38569069
Try taking the cock(s) out of your ass and mouth when posting in the future. I know you fillyfags forget sometimes.

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>>38569077
Don't be so angry and maybe people will want to talk to you irl

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>>38569084
>implying I want to talk to people irl
>touch grass misanthrope etc
>still avatarfagging with the boards "not gay im a filly dude" cocksock

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>>38569090
>being triggered by cute ponies

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>>38569105
Anonfilly's not cute, you think once your malecorn green is done you'd take a whack at an anonfilly one?
It'd be funny if you did but that'd be contributing.

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>>38569122
>malecorn
Huh?

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why don't you both shut up

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>>38569132
That's a pretty weak dodge but whatever.

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When the mare is sus

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>>38569145
Still not as weak as your meds

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>>38569155
>the hormonally unbalanced retard avatarfagging as a male mare is one throwing the meds stone

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>>38569171
>everyone disagreeing with me is tranny
Yeah, you ahould be cast into the sea with the meds stone tied around your neck

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>>38569202
And you from atop a roof!

>>38569210
Sorry that your transition is going poorly, no need to take it out on others.

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>>38569242
>no u
The hilarious thing is your m.o.
>take issue with random post because you "don't get it" or hate the humor
>30-40 replies of back and forth no u
If you're dedicated to killing this place just say so, it's hard to pinpoint your intentions when one day it's a flood of foe cancer and the next it's pretend to be the filly day.
It's not like the for free's are actually going to ban you.

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>>38569266
You seem to be under the impression that everyone you disagree with is the same person

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>>38569277
In here they basically are. Two of you at most.

>>38569040
>Celestia covers her teats
Kinda strange because they're always on display with her normal regalia.

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Thoughts on them?

>>38569752
their performance was a bit wooden

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>>38569752
Melted too soon before anyone could fix them.

>>38569460
Hmm, maybe the regalia is magically enchanted to hide genitalia.

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>>38561588
Very cozy, thanks anon.
>>38567349
My my.
I've never been one to like characters who were displayed as evil, but Nightmare has grown on me.

>>38567349
Her rump looks a bit more meaty in her Black Snootie form though.

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>>38570731
honestly I think it depends on the angle.

>>38571017
The moon appears a bit off with this angle.
But Luna looks cute when she's mildly miffed.

>>38571056
the sad consequence of having the mark and the buttsplotch being on different layers of the puppet.

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>>38567966
Diamond Tiara (adult)
Feb 2011
just be myself

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>>38569460
yeah but when she's wearing her regalia she isn't *nude*

how would you celebrate mothers' day with your waifu
beyond the obvious of making her a mother possibly/almost certainly again

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>>38571821
Coomers wouldn't understand but just make her feel appreciated.

>>38571821
conspire with our foals to present her with breakfast in bed and do all of her household chores for her and take her someplace nice for dinner

>>38569793
>fix them
found the gay

>>38572398
enjoy your waifu that expires like a ripe banana ig

>>38571577
Nude or not, she's stunningly beautiful either way.

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She's got her eye on you.

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>>38573335
That's a shame because I only have eyes for another mare.

>>38573344
My condolences.

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>>38573876
mentally differently-abled mares deserve love, too

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>>38574496
she got better in the end, though
even got to go home and everything

>>38574496
screwball has a problem. littlepip IS a problem.

>>38574645
Sounds like a (You) problem

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>>38574964
>12 minutes ago
>pg 9
Not much to that little mystery lol!

>>38575003
>lol!
>mystery
Take your meds

>>38575046
Oops, someone had an accident again. Weird how it only started once someone said an ill word against the forced dyke mares.

Christ, this thread needs content soon.

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>>38575202
I’d submit content but anytime I do I get reee’d at because no one wants any possible negative stuff in their green. It seems easier trying to get my waifu to speak to me, but she has a heart of stone when we talk. It’s like she’s unfeeling rock sometimes!

>>38575257
>but anytime I do I get reee’d at because no one wants any possible negative stuff in their green
That can't be the issue. This thread features a story where complete star systems get blown up and nobody bats an eye.

>>38575287
I think he's the fallout guy and he can't get over people here have a pathological aversion to his setting since he wants to STAY in it. If it was fishing the characters out and letting them have a happier life, no one would care.

>>38575303
Venus anon also got reeed at

>>38575367
constant rape of a pony is not kosher. And doesn't happen in equestria.

>>38575369
>Making things up in your head that didn't actually happen
That anon was right you need meds

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>>38575303
Oh nonono bros he said he's working on a fruitycorn green, he's gonna come through I'm sure.

>>38575303
>>38575380
Please tell me you charge the guy rent for that space in your head.

>>38575751
it would only be a psychosis if he didn't actually come in here every day.

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>>38575380
It'd be more than you've ever contributed to this thread.

>NMP and RGRE have joint custody over a schizo, and it's NMP's turn to watch him
Sorry guys

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No Dreams to Dream update this weekend, I'm going to be halfway across the country hanging out with frens and shootings machine guns inna woods all week

>>38576018
Cool blogpost

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>When your mare is bringing out the really big guns to catch your attention

>>38575939
>another shit OC
Who knew

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>>38576561

>>38576574
You seem upset

I find it quite interesting that each time someone posts a genuine entry, like >>38576018 >>38576561 and >>38577043, there is always a reply that tries to stir up shit. That pattern is becoming a bit too obvious to be pure coincidence.

>>38577404
The first one is pretty good example, too.
>Hey guys update soon [minor personal tidbit]
>"Nice blog, fag."

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She is planning a Husbando Helicopter Ride for (You).

>>38576574
All ponies are ocs

>>38577404
>'mare.png'
>"mare"
that's just bumps retard

>>38577404
He can't help it and loves to sage, apparently.
>>38577788

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>collect 200 bits and get your mare free card

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Mare rising the thread from page 10.

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>>38577708
>mare thinks that you'd look sweet upon the seat of a pedalcopter built for two

>>38578522
Better don't skip leg day. You'll need it to ride that thing properly.

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>>38578884
I've hopped on; have you?

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>>38578522
she's half crazy

Any MILF greens?

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>>38578522

There is a sweet plant within my mind
Che-rry, Be-rry
Planted one day as she flew on by
Planted by that mare Che-rry!
Whether she loves me- or loves me neigh,
Sometimes it's hard to see.
Yet I am longing to share the day,
With that beautiful, pink, pony!

Che-rry, Be-rry, give me your answer, do
I'm half-crazy, all for the love of you!
It won't be a stylish marriage
I can't afford a carriage
But you'll look sweet, upon the seat
In a new cockpit built for two

We will go tan-dem as a man and mare,
Che-rry, Be-rry,
Peddling through skies is without compare
With that beautiful, pink, pony!

When Luna takes her turn, we'll rest all night
And gaze at the stars, indeed
But nothing that floats makes me feel as light
Like that beautiful, pink, pony!

Che-rry, Be-rry, give me your answer, do
I'm half-crazy, all for the love of you!
It won't be a stylish marriage
I can't afford a carriage
But you'll look sweet, upon the seat
In a new cockpit built for two

I'll be beside you through turbulance
Che-rry, Be-rry,
You'll be the bunch which i'll pick, you'll see
My sweet, precious pony

You'll take the lead in each trip we take
Then if you tire, please let me be
As i'll pedal in lieu for your sake,
My dearest Che-rry, Be-rry!

Che-rry, Be-rry, give me your answer, do
I'm half-crazy, all for the love of you!
It won't be a stylish marriage
I can't afford a carriage
But you'll look sweet, upon the seat
In a new cockpit built for two

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>>38579218
very impressive

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>>38579697
>ooga booga where da single men at, darling

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in the middle of the night
mare goes walking in her sleep

>>38580464
Can Luna visit herself in her own dream?

>>38579169
Kinda hard ITT since MILF implies the mare is married.

>>38580738
well, there's a couple ways they could do it. A widow, a divorcee (which I personally don't like because it implies marriages can and do fail in Equestria), and having her be married to you and being the mother of your children but you still think she's the prettiest pony in town and you're gonna show her just how much you love her.

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>>38580475
Yes.

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>>38580475
Yes.

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>>38579697
I've got some things she can measure

>>38581155
Plot twist: There is a third Luna watching the second.

>>38580750
>REEEEEEEE Earth bad
>REEEEEEEEEEE FoE Bad
>but divorce and widows ? A OK
cringe

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>>38582348
>cringe
>saging
Heresy spotted.

>>38582485
How is he holding the gun

>>38582505
Faith.

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>>38582727
And friendship.

>>38582348
divorce no, widows maybe. But I wouldn't kill off a perfectly happy pair just to make one.

>>38582485
>sageschizo is at it again

>>38583191
the best way to make a MILF
1. marry mare
2. ???
3. try not to wake up your foal(s) with the sounds of making them a little brother or sister

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>>38583633

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Mare practiced today. Did you?

>>38584372
About to begin to write some horse words, if that counts.

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praise be upon our benevolent chairmare

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mare

>>38585545
Blep and ear movement are a powerful combo.

>>38584777
Cute pony trips

>>38584777
I want to share a chair with a mare.

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Mare.

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>>38580738
>Kinda hard ITT since MILF implies the mare is married.

I think he means Christmas Cake older mare whose still single. I think there may have been Harshwinny stories but I don't have any links.

>>38587604
>Christmas Cake
nominative determinism can be a bitch sometimes, eh

>>38587604
I'm pretty sure a good chunk of us would be cake eaters if given the chance.

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>>38587491
There.

>>38588137
>The Zebra looks at you with a silent, disconcerting stare.

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remember to get at least three smooches a day for proper nourishment.

>>38588936
But mare isn't real...

>>38588941
flopout.

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>>38588945
Are you having a stroke?

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>>38588951
This is a containment you know, what're you doing slumming it in here, in our containment?

>>38588958
What the hell are you on about now?

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>>38588137
Speaking of zeebs, can her stripes blush?

>>38589373
Q. What's black and white and red all over?

>>38589384
A zebra mare who's about to become a mother?

Mare trying a new style for (you).

>>38589732
can i see it

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>>38589956
When I'm not stupid for once and actually attach the image, yes.

>>38590310
looking slick but why the boyhair?

>>38506550
>>38554232
Late night Friday the 13th update it is, due to me being retarded. Why? Because after suffering from my vertigo fit, I sat down and wrote the wrong chapter. I've made 141.1 & 2, and completely forgot that there was still 140.4 to come. Well, at least it wasn't a wasted effort because that's to be posted next.
Anyway, links and here we go.
Main story:
https://ponepaste.org/477
https://ponepaste.org/478
https://ponepaste.org/479
https://ponepaste.org/480
https://ponepaste.org/4581
Side story:
https://ponepaste.org/4466
Have fun.

>>38590882
140.4

>A while after your mind had ejected you from its own projection, you notice, unsurprisingly, that you have indeed survived the jettison process.
>And as you open your eyes, you once again stare at the familiar ceiling of the Canterlot bedroom.
>With an equally familiar feeling of numbness spreading through your body.
>It does not appear to be as bad as the first time you have gone through the ordeal; you still have some form of faint sensation tingling in your limbs.
>Yet you also fare worse than the second time you woke up from a situation like this.
>Looks like you are forced to endure another round of bed rest.
>Not the worst thing in the world to live through, but still pretty bothersome.
>And you have no idea how much time passed during your cruise through the void between the deep recesses of your mind and this simulation either.
>In retrospect, it both felt like seconds and hours at the same time, leaving you clueless as to which one of the options is closer to the truth.
>But either way, what difference does it make now?
>Little to none.
>So instead of thinking about insubstantial possibilities of what might have happened, you decide to test out what you can do at the moment.
>Starting with something simple.
>You try to move your head.
>It takes a considerable amount of willpower, but you are eventually able to turn it to the sides.
>So you look around.
>As you have expected, you are in your bed, covered by a blanket.
>You can only see your shoulders and your arms; the rest is wholly covered by cloth.
>The few parts you can inspect look fine so far though.
>You try to control your hands and fingers next.
>Similar to your first attempt, it is not easy to pull off.
>But you find yourself able to perform minimal movements with them.
>Nothing that would be sufficient for you to get up, or even grab the blanket that covers you.
>At least without help from someone else, that is.
>Yet you are happy that you do not start fully from scratch again regardless.
>You hear the door creaking, followed by the sounds of hooves stepping on marble.
>In a moment of having an almost completely perfect déjà vu, you do not need to think about who that might be.
>And #deca.mare does not try to hide it either.
>For she addresses you before you have the chance to see her.
>"Hello, Anon. Welcome back."
>One second later, you see her trotting around the bed until she stands right next to you.
>You struggle to reply.
>But whilst you could just let her read your thoughts, you want to use your own voice nevertheless.
>Because if you can prove to yourself that you can do that, it bodes very well for a speedy way back to your top condition.
"Hi."
>She smiles gently and points at the bed.
>"May I?"
"Sure. Come."
>#deca.mare happily accepts that invitation.

>>38590884
>She hops onto the bed, crawls under the blanket, and lounges on you, facing you as she makes herself comfortable.
>Which, your mare's comfortable and warm presence aside, does have some advantages.
>For instance, whilst #deca.mare shifts her rear legs to make them align with yours, you feel a dampened, yet notable sensation of her limbs softly brushing against the skin of your legs.
>You learn two things from this.
>One, your legs are, as you have expected, in the form they are supposed to be.
>And two, sensing how her coat and hooves are touching your body gives you yet more hope that you could indeed leave the bed much earlier than you did back then.
>#deca.mare looks at you for a few seconds, face to face, before she raises her voice.
>"I think we have a lot to discuss, Anon. But first things first. How do you feel?"
>You go for a direct and honest evaluation of yourself.
"Okay. I think. Hard to move."
>"No worries. Your physical condition is nothing to be concerned about. It is just as the last time. You will recover with ease."
>She pauses briefly.
>"What about your consciousness? Can you think clearly?"
>You show her an attempt of a nod.
"I. Believe so."
>"Splendid. Do you remember what happened?"
>You take a moment to focus on your memories.
>And you can recall a few scattered things here and there.
>But it is all pretty chaotic.
>You have a vague idea of what might have happened, and a fairly clear picture of how it ended, yet you are not fully sure how reliable the details of your recollections are.
>Or how large the gaps between your mental fragments actually might be.
"I tried. To contact. Harmony. Said something. Things went wrong. I got ejected."
>"No, you did not simply try it. You established a connection to Harmony, Anon. It is what caused your current condition."
"So. Not all. Of it was. A dream."
>"Well, the... projection of your encounter occurred in your mind. In that regard, you could say it was a dream of a kind. But it had a tangible influence on the real world. On Harmony in particular. And to a degree,... also on me."
>You take a longer, somewhat strained breath.
"I do. Not fully. Understand."
>#deca.mare nods patiently.
>"Then I have good news. There is an incoming message waiting for you."
"A... message?"
>"Hmhm. Sent by Harmony. With exactly this scenario in mind. Do you want to see it?"
"Yes. Please."
>She summons a console close to your face, blocking her from your vision.
>And you quickly identify the new object as the interface you use to read and sort incoming notifications from the units you occasionally manage.
>However, you also notice that the newest message on the list was not created by any generic automaton.
>As #deca.mare has already pointed out, Harmony has sent this message personally, according to the logs.
>The text of the entry is fairly generic, as it merely states that Harmony sends this message in accordance with the wishes of the 'Progenitor'.

>>38590886
>And although it sounds almost like a title of a leader that comes from some kind of strangely religious cult, you have the impression that Harmony refers to you.
>Because there is something ringing in your mind as you hear that word.
>However, the plain text is not the heart of the message.
>For Harmony has added another file as an attachment.
>A recording, as it seems.
>#deca.mare talks to you through the intransparent console.
>"Ready to watch it, Anon?"
>You wait for another moment, assure yourself that your brain is working properly enough, and accept.
"Yes."
>The interface turns into a visual screen as the recording begins to play.
>It shows you the events of the meeting that your mind has apparently shoved partially aside.
>Starting right before the point at which Harmony takes the form of the Elements.
>To the transition at the beginning of the pathway scene.
>And finally up to the last segment in the interior of the crew quarters.
>You see all the pictures, and hear everything that was said.
>Which brings all of your memories back to the surface.
>You keep your eyes trained on the recording until the very end.
>The moment when both Harmony and you are flushed out of the imaginary command deck.
>Once the file has run its course, the console disappears in its entirety.
>And you are suddenly confronted with the close face of #deca.mare again.
"Oh. Boy."
>"Indeed, Anon. I was... quite surprised myself when I was informed about this. After you have lifted that restriction."
>Even though #deca.mare's voice does not hint at any form of irritation towards your person, her choice of words still appears poignant to you in a certain way.
>And you would not be surprised if she is moderately concerned about this sudden revelation either.
>For you know that you certainly would be, in her stead.
>You want to interject, yet she is faster.
>"We will address that in due time."
>Now you get a chance.
"I hope. You aren't. Angry with. Me."
>#deca.mare says nothing.
>Instead, she responds with a long kiss.
>The experience feels unreal, thanks to your dampened senses, but you appreciate that gesture of affection for what it is regardless.
>After all, she is not mad, and the universe has not been doomed yet either.
>What else could you possibly ask for?
>#deca.mare moves her head back, once she is certain that your question has been answered.
>Sufficiently, and thoroughly.
>Then she smiles and raises her voice again.
>"Please take it easy, Anon. We are in no hurry to review your experience. And I understand that you were not fully... sane when you gave the instructions to hide these documents from me. No offence."
>A short pause.
>"This is nothing we cannot handle though. And we have at least two full days ahead of us in which we will not be able to do much else together anyway."
>You sigh.
"Two. Days?"
>"Unfortunately yes. Harmony was... not very subtle in the attempt to contact you."
>Fine.

>>38590888
>It still is a small price to pay, in exchange for the things that everyone has learned through this.
>She gently wraps her forehooves around your shoulders, for all intents and purposes huddling herself against you.
>And you register, albeit barely, that her barrel presses against your groin.
>You try to chuckle.
>Though it sounds more like a croaking motor to you.
"A shame. I'm currently. Out of order."
>#deca.mare blinks once before she understands.
>"Oh."
>She pauses and turns her head.
>To take a look at the blanket that covers you two.
>"Theoretically speaking, I could rectify that immediately. But acting upon it would be a pointless pursuit, because I cannot enhance your sensual receptiveness. No matter what we do, it would feel just as bland for you as everything else."
"Ah. Well."
>And even though a part of you is admittedly lightly intrigued by the idea of testing this theory out, you understand that you can use your semi-involuntary down time for something more practical.
>So you collect your thoughts, and venture forth.
>Metaphorically speaking, at least.
"Alright. Let's just talk. Then."
>"Gladly."
>#deca.mare summons a variety of consoles for herself.
>However, before she can even begin, you need to make something absolutely clear.
"Please keep. It slow. I am. Not the best. Listener. Today."
>She nods.
>"Of course."
>Then she takes a breath and begins.
>"As you can imagine, I have spent quite a while on the logs that you have declassified recently. I have analysed every single detail of your interaction with Harmony, and what consequences these details could potentially entail."
>She clears her voice.
>"The fairly obvious part of the conclusion up front, you have not caused any critical changes."
>Well, now you have the confirmation from her that everything is fine with Harmony.
>Which certainly is a relief.
>Yet after reliving your experience with Harmony thanks to the recording, you know there is still something coming.
>And it does.
>"But this is not to say that there are no changes whatsoever. You did affect Harmony in some ways."
>If you could, you would rub your temples now.
"You mean the. Unscheduled. History lessons."
>#deca.mare softly places the inner sides of her forehooves on your temples, and begins to stroke them gently for you.
>"Yes. Those."
>A brief moment of awkward silence.
>"I think we do not need to get into the details of what you have revealed. We both know what this is about."
>Which is her way of saying that she would rather not want to stir up these memories for this discussion.
>And it would be completely redundant anyway.
>So you do not do so either, and agree with her.
"You're. Right. Let's move. On."
>"Alright. I do not want to strain you more than necessary, so allow me to summarise these changes concisely for the time being."
>You witness that #deca.mare sifts through a lot of texts on all consoles simultaneously.

>>38590895
>"To make it short, you have called the attention of Harmony to a factor that may potentially play a vital role in the development of Equestria. By possibly posing a considerable threat."
>A lot of words to circumvent the usage of terms like humanity or risk of invasions.
>Still, you let #deca.mare carry on, for you fully understand what she says between the lines.
>"And following the instructions and lessons that we have taught Harmony since the beginning, our student has worked on strategies and proposals to counter said problem with acceptable means."
>Additional consoles appear all around #deca.mare.
>Quite easily more than three dozen.
>And as you can see, even in your weakened condition, each and every one of them contains unique lines of text and schematics.
>"What I have here are merely the most elaborate ones of the bunch. They are currently all in different phases of development, and hence vary greatly in their complexity, but Harmony is ready to develop them further if we give these projects the green light."
>Good grief.
>Apart from the few select mentions, you have no idea what the other plans might be about.
>But if the proposal of a defensive armada, that could intimidate an attacking fleet of a size that the known sectors of space have not seen in six centuries, is any indication, then you are bound to be in for a wild ride.
>Especially since accepting even one of those proposals may swiftly lead to "adventures" that you might happily do without in the grand scheme of things.
>Still, intentionally or not, you sparked this development with your actions.
>So you have to work through this, no matter what.
>Besides, it is much better than doing nothing.
>And more stimulating than watching #deca.mare silently "riding" you when you are barely able to feel a tingle.
>So you let her continue.
>And she begins right with the first example.
>"Let us start with the plan that you have already heard of. It is not only one of the earliest projects that Harmony has started to work on, it is also the most... ambitious in scale."
>One of the console floats towards #deca.mare's head and comes to a stop right next to it.
>As soon as the interface is no longer moving, she tilts it in such an angle that you can perfectly study its contents with only a slight turn of your own head.
>She gives you the time to read the introductory paragraph of the text for yourself.
>As expected, it is Harmony's proposal to ramp up Equestria's defensive capacities.
>Which effectively amounts to practically overhauling your entire protective grid around the planet from the ground up.
>#deca.mare chimes in.
>"I spare you to read through the details for now. Suffice to say, Harmony suggested to complement our fleet with a whole series of new designs."
>She pauses for a brief moment as the text document scrolls down automatically.

>>38590897
>The console easily skips a couple of paragraphs.
>Until it reaches a section that contains a considerable number of attached images.
>Showing rough sketches of hull designs which are wholly unknown to you.
>The relatively sparse details on those depictions indicate that the designs have not reached the quality of standard blueprints yet.
>But if you consider all the things you have learned from #deca.mare so far, you know that these might very well turn into legitimate blueprints with some additional effort and refinement.
>"As you can see here, Harmony has already created a full line of concept papers for us. Want to see a new light scout fighter or a heavy assault craft? Corvettes, frigates, capital destroyers or carriers which the world has never seen? We have it all. And do not even get me started on the outlines for a potential super heavy destroyer."
>You blink.
"Are you. Serious?"
>#deca.mare chuckles with a wry smile.
>"Harmony most certainly is."
>She sifts through the sketches until the screen shows a particularly noteworthy proposal for a vessel.
>A hull about as long as a terraformer mother ship, but without any of the bells and whistles that a terraformer ship would usually benefit from.
>For instance, you are quick to notice that the allotted space for general cargo bays is drastically trimmed, thereby slimming the overall shape to a significant degree.
>The resulting design is almost flat in comparison to a conventional #deca ship, which has the inherent benefit of exposing fewer hull compartments to an enemy during combat.
>And there is more.
>The hull bears far more sockets for turrets than your mother ship, boasts even more reinforced internal bulkheads, as well as stronger external armour platings, and possesses more shield generators, plus higher capacities to store energy.
>Even the engines have been optimised to allow for more mobility in conventional manoeuvres.
>All in all, a craft of this composition would be considerably stronger, tougher, faster, and much more "agile" than your current capital ships.
>It is more than clear that this construction was conceived with only one role in mind: Pure and direct combat.
>The only minor shortcoming of the design that you can find is a comparatively weak jump drive array.
>Which means it cannot cross as much space as yours per jump, and requires more time to recalibrate in between.
>But since Harmony has stressed that the fleet would be explicitly defensive in nature, it is sufficient for the vessel to reach the proximity of the system's star to replenish its energy reserves, and return home on its own afterwards.
>You inhale loudly.
"That's a. Bloody dread. Nought."
>#deca.mare nods.

>>38590900
>"The whole line is made in the same spirit. All the common utility tools and systems were removed to make way for additional firepower and general combat survivability."
>You take that in for a moment.
"I must admit. Harmony has. Put a lot of. Work into. These."
>"Oh, you have only seen the tip of the proverbial iceberg, Anon."
"Pardon?"
>"The ships were only the beginning. Harmony has also created concept papers for orbital defence stations, and additional defensive modules for our already existing assets."
>#deca.mare notices that you intend to comment on this, but decides to go on before you get the opportunity to do so.
>"And have you noticed the 'subject to change' section beneath the images? This is not only included to emphasise that the plans are not completely fleshed out yet, but also because Harmony has made yet more drafts for another specific purpose."
>New graphics pop up on the screen.
>This time showing orbital stations and ground installations of various types.
>You have a hard time to decipher any of the specifics, but you read enough to grasp that these things are not exactly low-tech by any definition of the word.
>"Behold: Harmony's proposals for research stations on, and around, other planets. Meant to conduct experiments in order to, hopefully, further our knowledge in practically every relevant sphere of science and technology. Which, depending on the findings, might be further integrated into the blueprints of our vessels and stations. Current and future models alike."
>Good grief.
>Can it get any more ambitious?
>As it immediately turns out though, yes.
>It positively can.
>"And before you ask, a list of potential candidates has also been created by Harmony. Courtesy of our star charts."
>You blink once.
"I think. I fucked. Up."
>Yet #deca.mare shakes her head.
>"No. Nothing is ruined in any way, Anon. Remember, these are just proposals for the time being. Besides, you would have to... override... a few restrictions before we can begin at all."
>You get what she tries to imply.
>But as you try to mention it directly, #deca.mare quickly silences you by putting a forehoof on your mouth.
"You mean. The...mph!"
>She keeps her limb in place for a moment.
>Gently, but with determination.
>"I suggest we do not talk about this in detail today. You might accidentally set off another... unintended turn of events."
>You nod.
>As well as you can with your limited abilities and a hoof on your mouth, that is.
"Yeth."
>And #deca.mare swiftly removes the offending limb from your face, as to not inconvenience you any further.
>"We will come back to it as soon as you are completely fit again. And before we do that, we should also discuss what we can do to prevent a situation like this from happening a second, no, a fourth time."

>>38590904
>Although you have already asked her previously, you nevertheless check #deca.mare's expression to see if you can find any signs of displeasure.
>Yet you spot nothing.
>As far as you can tell, she merely silenced you because she is concerned about what might happen if she did not.
>And because she too appears to be somewhat stumped by all of this.
>While your mind ponders in silence, you suddenly realise that you have not asked #deca.mare about her personal view on the matter yet.
>All that she told you was that she is not angry with you.
>But no word so far on her view on Harmony's plan as a whole.
>Time to rectify that.
"So what do. You think. #deca?"
>"About the plans? And whether we should consider any of them or not?"
"Yes."
>#deca.mare sighs.
>"I am torn, Anon. On the one side, I do not like the idea of building a fully militarised branch for our fleet. This is not what Equestria is about."
>A short pause.
>"But... what if we really find ourselves under attack one day? What if we actually have to defend ourselves... and Equestria? Our current arsenal could offer a significant resistance against a small or moderately sized formation. But a full-scale invasion? No."
>Another heavy sigh.
>"Our own likely demise in such a case aside, we both know what that would mean for the planet too."
>You think of New Green Meadows, only with a role reversal.
>And #deca.mare sees the same image before her, probably even without your link.
>"No, we cannot allow this to happen."
>She looks at the white marble ceiling above you.
>"And to be honest, I would be a fool if I ingored the merits of installing highly specialised scientific and industrial outposts on other, lifeless planets. To widen our horizon, and our access to resources. There surely is still much left to learn from the cosmos."
>A pause.
"Sounds to me. Like you. Are one. Third against. It, and. Two thirds. In favour of it."
>"Yes. And no. I... am simply not sure."
>Realising that you have navigated the conversation into a dead end, you think back to the other thing that Harmony has mentioned.
"What about the. Diplomatic. Approach?"
>#deca.mare lowers her head to look you in the eyes again.
>And you find yourself in one of those very rare cases, in which you cannot discern what #deca.mare is feeling.
>Possibly because she might be uncertain about that herself.
>"Now, this may sound patronising, but Harmony's stance on this is, well, quaint at best. And naive at worst."
>She takes a breath.
>"It is as you have said previously. Finding a cordial diplomatic solution is, as much as we wish to achieve it, a remote dream."
>Another short pause.
>"And although Harmony has put an admittedly commendable effort into evaluating possible scenarios, it is evident that Harmony does not fully understand the terran mindset regarding us."
"In what. Way in. Particular?"

>>38590910
>"Bluntly put, the whole section about diplomacy reads too much... like scripts from the show. The proposals are assuming far too much goodwill on the other side."
>#deca.mare blinks.
>"To make this clear, Harmony is not acting stupid or inconsiderate, and the possibility of failing at the diplomatic table was taken into account. The proposed strategies show this nicely, because every approach bases on the assumption that we have a deterrent fleet available to step in and save us as a last resort option, if necessary. And Harmony also acknowledges that any attempts to establish diplomatic contacts should only be considered if our hoof is forced first, meaning if we got discovered."
"So I heard. But?"
>"But... all of the diplomatic projections assume that we can theoretically turn the terrans' view on us fairly quickly. Similar to how conflicts are resolved in the show."
>#deca.mare chuckles lightly.
>Though you think you hear faint traces of irony in the laughter as well.
>"Harmony has been strongly affected by our vision of Equestria, when it comes to handling things like these."
"This doesn't. Sound like a. Bad thing. To me."
>She nods.
>"You are not wrong, Anon. For interacting with Equestria, it is the best outcome we could have hoped for. In cases of interstellar reconciliation, however, the results of applying this worldview might be... more sobering."
"To be fair. Neither of us. Would be. A good alternative. Either."
>"Which brings us right back to where we were before. The proverbial square one."
>You try to shrug.
>It is barely a faint twitch, but enough for #deca.mare to register it.
"I dis. Agree. We have found. A new way. To communicate. With Harmony."
>You smile.
>Even though it looks more like an askew demented grin of someone who does not know how to show emotions.
"I wouldn't. Call that square. One if. You ask me."
>#deca.mare studies you intently, not minding your apparently deranged expression.
>"True. But it might only be of any use to us in the long run if you are willing to subject yourself to this treatment again."
"If it helps. To improve. Our bond to. Harmony. Why would I. Not?"
>#deca.mare sighs.
>"Delay that assessment until you are fully back on your feet. I reckon you will find the days in bed very monotonous over time."
>You laugh.
>Or you try to, at least.
"With you. By my side. They can never. Be that. Monotonous."
>After taking a short breath, #deca.mare quickly nuzzles your cheek.
>Again, you hardly register her coat touching your skin as she does.
>Unfortunately.
>"Flattering as always."
>Then her muzzle closes in to touch your nose.
>You are almost tempted to ask if #deca.mare tries to entice you.
>To do a bit more than that.
>However, she swiftly makes it clear to you that this is a severe miscalculation.
>For #deca.mare is still in her serious mode.
>Despite covering your prone form with her own, and being in close-up kissing range.

>>38590915
>"But facing the aftermath of another shock aside, there is still, as I mentioned, the problem and potential risk of giving unwanted high priority orders. We should fix this before you consider to meet Harmony again."
"Agreed. Any. Suggestions?"
>A brief pause.
>"I do have some ideas of what we could do, and I would like to hear your opinion on those. Besides, I need your help to put them into practice anyway. Since this affects master-level orders, I have absolutely no access to the relevant sections. Only you can do this."
"Uhm. You want to. Do any of. That now?"
>#deca.mare shakes her head.
>"Not in your state. But..."
>She gives you another kiss.
>"... I wanted to let you know that I am working on some viable solutions."
>Then she sticks out her tongue.
>"I will not tell you which ones though. Not yet."
>You get it.
"Not before. I'm up. Again. Yes."
>You think about this condition for a moment and smile.
"Does it count. When you. Carry me out?"
>And #deca.mare's expression turns into something which you can best describe as "diplomatic".
>"No, Anon. And neither does zero gravity. Or anything else of that nature."
>You inhale, lightly amused.
"Ah. Bummer."
>"Your eagerness and tendency to jest are good signs, however. I am sure we will have no problems to pass the time together."
>You keep your delighted mood.
"I'm sure. We will."
>And so, you postpone any further weighty discussion, and let your prescribed bed rest play out as intended.
>Though you would be lying if you claimed that either of you two gets bored for even a moment.
>#deca.mare turns out to be completely right in that regard.
>And both of you are quite happy with this result.
>You may not have found any definite answers to anything yet, though given the circumstances, you feel fairly confident that you will do so in the future.
>As a first step, this is not such a bad development in your book.

>>38590926
And done. Will leave some breathing room until 141 is dropped. Also gives me some more time to proofread.

>>38590932
I wonder how long it'll take them to figure out they can just make a chat room where all three of them can just "log in" and not put Anon on his ass for three days.

>>38591053
About as soon as Harmony gains a bit more of an own personality. The main reason why Anon was reeled in this directly was to bring him into a state in which Harmony could "borrow" some of his personality to establish a more or less functional line of communication. Which will become redundant once Harmony has reached a certain development "threshold".

>>38591236
gotta get her working on her pony OC as soon as she gets enough sense of self to make it work. It'll be great. Just need to make sure it doesn't sparkle too hard.

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Will you train hand/hoof wrestling with your mare?

>>38588936
>at least 3
I'm very confident that it's actually 1 smooch per lb of lean body mass

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>>38591557
Train?
Yeah I don't mind if she likes trains.

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>>38591244
>Just need to make sure it doesn't sparkle too hard.
Soon:

>>38591987
>what tactical advantages do the spikes on the drones serve?
>they represent my internal darkness, DAD

>>38557152
cute image thumbs up anon i do not regularly comment but this one earned it

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>>38591244
Spoiler free response: It's duly noted.
>>38591987
>>38592007
Really reminds me of some later stage Terraformer/Xenon design in a nutshell. See pic related as a good example where I asked myself the same question.

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wake up
time to mare

>>38593036
This board is unusually fast today.
And I have no idea why.

>>38592773
I can only imagine that it interferes with scanners somehow, makes it look bigger than it is.

܂>>38561588
>piece of cake
Missed opportunity for Nýrmáni to show her lack of knowledge about these expressions. Would have been funny if she asks "Cake, where?".
>cut the parts
At least its oversized, rather than undersized.
>this mean we can begin moving our things inside?
Isn't the whole house still cold?
>we can test the fireplace out right now
And keep it fed for a few days constantly.
>Oh it will be ever so romantic
Romantic? That's new.
>W-well, you see
Embarrassed Nýrmáni is cute Nýrmáni.
>Her magic ran across
That will make this job quick.
>I brought a loaf of that wonderful bread
Advantages of cold: you can freeze bread to keep it edible longer.
>I am not always so formal
Correction: learning not to sound formal.
>”What is it, Beloved?”
I can guess a few things:
- How long are they going to be separated from society.
- Foals (but maybe this is too early, they are still just setting up)
- Lifespan of Anon vs Nýrmáni
- Marriage

Thanks for the update!

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>>38593096
Yeah, it's a mystery.

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>>38593991
The real mystery is why you seem upset over nothing.

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>>38594049
Nah you just have a perception issue.

>>38594066
The odds of me not seeing something comoared to you seeing something that isn't there are not in your favor, my guy.

>>38594070
I'm seeing you fucked up in your shitposting haste. Maybe try the phone next time, those usually have auto correct.

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>>38594087
Figured as much. Thanks for the bumps though.
We're avoiding page 8 thanks to you.

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>>38594096
your welcome

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Mare.

>>38594437
why does she seem scared

>>38594851
Because (you) aren't there.

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Confused mare.

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>>38595338

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>>38595900
>"Anonymous? Is this still part of the game?"

>>38596223
I don't get it

>>38576018
>no cute tsundere moon green
not nice
>anon writing tsundere moon green getting inspiration for more green
nice
>>38579455
>German Cherry
cute

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>You've got match, err, mare, uhm mail.

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>>38597392
I haven't watched it (yet), but maybe it has some potential for a short greentext with mail pony? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bjP4s7UUnK8

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>>38597924
>93'
Mare remembers that year.

܂>>38590926
>indeed survived the jettison
He is used to falling.
>Little to none.
If they stashed their proxies away. Because now they live two lifes basically.
>You hear the door creaking
I'm surprised that she was not beside the bed 0-24.
>in the form they are supposed to be
Pony or human? :) I know obviously.
>Do you remember what happened?
Tiny bit early.
>"A... message?"
He can hardly think, and #deca.mare just said "But first things first. How do you feel?", why don't she gives an hour or two for him to recover some more?
>interface, text
He can barely move, imho this is too fast.
>recording begins to play
Recording it was a smart move.
>the interior of the crew quarters
Isn't this last part was completely Anon's projection in his own mind? How could Harmony have recorded it? They were not even truly "speaking", but more like transfering higher concepts which Anon's subconsciousness interpreted and made into speech.
>After all, she is not mad
Sounds like a married man.
>We are in no hurry
Then why didn't she gave him a few hours to recover.
>This is nothing we cannot handle though.
So she thinks this whole thing is not an issue at all.
>Theoretically speaking
*Horny speak
>"Ah. Well."
It can still pleasure the wife! Also give the man time to recover.
>Then she takes a breath and begins.
I'm starting to notice a pattern in my comments here.
>I have spent quite a while on the logs
As I said earlier, this is why she is not angry/considers this an issue because she already evaluated most of it.
>I do not want to strain you more than necessary
...
>you let #deca.mare carry on
There is no other choice.
>strategies and proposals to counter said problem
Why haven't #deca.mare noticed this? At least the fact that Harmony is doing something other than what supposed to.
>Good grief.
Indeed. The talk between them was not suggesting any of this.
>And more stimulating than watching #deca.mare silently "riding" you
I beg to differ.
>projects that Harmony has started to work on
From the last chapter I just assumed Harmony (before the talk) did nothing regarding this issue and were only coming up with scenarios during the talk.
>hull designs
Harmony is definitely working on this for a long time. Plus it has a ton of information what's absolutely not needed for running the planet. Eg spaceship design how to.
>And there is more.
Maybe #deca.mare can use some of these designs too. She's in a need for a new body. Something that gets her away from the "old #deca" looks.
>Pure and direct combat.
Harmony strayed a long way away from the "peaceful caretaker".
>And have you noticed the...
#deca.mare sounds like a mother complaining about her child.

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>>38599015
>these are just proposals for the time being
Anon fucked up in a way that these should not even exist.
>You might accidentally set off another...
She's not mad, but she is mad.
>come back to it as soon as you are completely fit again
Oh I know the solution for this! #deca.mare should have waited for Anon to recover a bit more.
>Yet you spot nothing.
Mad but not mad.
>I am torn, Anon.
She sees the logic, but is also on Anon's side (regarding how humanity would react).
>To widen our horizon, and our access to resources.
But this is completely separate from the military stuff. No need to build warships to build a research outpost. Also who will operate this outpost? It needs a sentient creature to research new things.
>I... am simply not sure.
Not like they have to decide right away...
>Diplomatic. Approach?
Considering how Harmony suggested this from the start it definitely worked a lot on the non diplomatic one.
>because every approach bases on the assumption that we have a deterrent fleet
Oh so that's why the designs.
>if we got discovered
About that, why don't they just hide better? They have cloaking devices. Why not hide the whole planet with a device that's also hiding in plain sight (for the ponies)?
>been strongly affected by our vision of Equestria
Isn't it what it is designed for?
>if you are willing to subject yourself to this treatment again
Why not develop a more efficient way of communication?..
>We should fix this before you consider to meet Harmony again.
Didn't she just shut this topic down moments earlier?
>I am working on some viable solutions
Sounds to me like a loophole. Why isn't there a "master-level order" to prevent even thinking about how to revoke/rework them?
>this is not such a bad development
More like "not such a bad consequence from this whole ordeal".

Thanks for the update!