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Back - Oneshot AKAME JUN 18TH, 2013

By Sodapop
Created: 2020-12-23 01:01:37
Expiry: Never

  1. >*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
  2. >The sound of your knocking echoes across the bustling center of P0nyville.
  3. >Despite the heat, it's as busy as ever in the small market.
  4. >Golden Harvest is unloading vegetables from a cart pulled by Caramel.
  5. >Roseluck is arranging a beautiful bouquet for a nervous crimson stallion.
  6. >The Apple family is selling appl-
  7. >*CRASH!*
  8. >Derpy is sitting on a ruined apple stand.
  9. >It's truly a beautiful day.
  10. >The library door opens just as you return your attention to it.
  11. >Spike cheerfully greets you with a raised fist, which you return.
  12. >"You know that you can just come in, right? This is a public library."
  13. >A smile shows on your face as you walk inside.
  14. "True, but it's also your home. Entering without knocking would be rude."
  15. >You take a seat on the couch near the fireplace and slide off your shoes.
  16. "Is Twilight awake yet?"
  17. >Spike looks up the staircase leading to Twilight's room and sighs.
  18. >"What do you think?"
  19. >To be fair, noon is pretty early for her.
  20. "Ha ha, I shouldn't have hoped otherwise. Would you mind-"
  21. >"Waking her up?"
  22. >The young dragon grins at you.
  23. >"Still afraid of her, huh?"
  24. >Your smile turns into an exaggerated frown.
  25. "Well, I still taste wednesday when eating ice cream, so..."
  26. >"Haha, alright. I'll go get her."
  27. >As Spike leaves, you reflect on what you were here for.
  28. >'Mandated Psychological Counseling'
  29. >That's what the princess had ordered for you.
  30. >"He's HERE?!"
  31. >She said your prolonged absence was unacceptable and you needed to get your professional career back on track.
  32. >"But I'm not ready! I still have to read the book list for this week!"
  33. >To that end, Twilight has become your shrink.
  34. >"Stallion Freud's book on male psychology..."
  35. >Or as close as she can get anyways.
  36. >"J. Equus' book on conditioning..."
  37. >She really does try.
  38. >"And I've only made it halfway through the 'Equestria Mare's guide on how to interact with stallions'!"
  39. >Even if she can make things a little...
  40. >"What? No, Spike! That Is Not The Thing I Was Talking About. How Did That Get In Here? Ha ha... heh- oh no..."
  41. >Uncomfortable.
  42. >Twilight's door opens and a perky purple princess prances down the stairs.
  43. >"Anon! It's good to see you! Are you ready for your session?"
  44. >Twilight has styled her mane into a bun and put on a set of half lens glasses.
  45. >A clipboard is kept levitating beside her, accompanied by a pen.
  46. >You chuckle at the hastily thrown together outfit.
  47. "Be careful Twilight, Rarity might smell that hairstyle and burst down the door to fix it."
  48. >The comment flusters her.
  49. >"But- but this is what all the research materials said I should look like."
  50. "Last week was fine, don't you think? You didn't have that getup then."
  51. >Twilight looks at her reflection in a nearby mirror.
  52. >She starts to snicker at her wardrobe cataclysm and undoes her mane.
  53. >"Haha! I do look a *little* ridiculous."
  54. "A 'little'? I think I'm going to need counseling just for that hair-bomination!"
  55. >A snort escapes Twilight.
  56. >"That was terrible! Since when do you resort to puns?"
  57. >You smile at your friend as she takes her seat on her lounging chair.
  58. "Only when it's punny."
  59. >A few more anti-jokes are shared before Twilight dons a serious expression.
  60. >"So, how's your writing coming?"
  61. "… uh- good, good! I -uh- I… I wrote a little bit yesterday actually."
  62. >Her purple eyes light up at your lie.
  63. >"That's great! What about?"
  64. "I- I… It's a short story about a love that cannot be."
  65. >You lie more and more, becoming animated to mimic the growth of your falsehoods.
  66. >Twilight matches your energy with her own, her smile growing as your honesty diminishes.
  67. "And it ends with the two kissing as they celebrate the arrival of their newborn child."
  68. >Your psychiatrist friend flies up and hugs you.
  69. >"That's great, Anon!"
  70. >You return her affection and wrap your arms around her.
  71. >"Anon?"
  72. >Twilight's voice is muffled by your side, so she lets go and flutters up meet your face.
  73. >"Did you really write that, or did you just make that up right now?"
  74. >Her smile is gone, replaced by a sad expression of knowing.
  75. >…
  76. >…
  77. >…
  78. >You sink back onto the couch, catching your head in your hands.
  79. "I… made it up right now."
  80. >Twilight lets out a disappointed sigh.
  81. >"Why don't you write any of this? You obviously aren't short on ideas, and there are still several stories you haven't finished! Just tell me why…"
  82. >Why?
  83. >Why…
  84. "Life sometimes has other plans for you. A lot has happened, but I am trying to write, I promise. As for the unfinished stories, I just… hit a standstill. One of them may even need a r-"
  85. >Your tongue sticks in your mouth, refusing to say that word.
  86. "A re- *Eh-hem* A reeeeeeeeeeeee-"
  87. >"A rewrite?"
  88. "Yes, that, thank you!"
  89. >The librarian tilts her head in confusion at your worry.
  90. >"Why is that a bad thing? It's not rare for authors to revisit and update old works."
  91. *Sigh*
  92. "It's unprofessional. It's an admission of failure, or even worse for this story."
  93. >"Why's that?"
  94. >The heat isn't making this conversation any easier.
  95. "A r-… R-"
  96. >Twilight rolls her eyes.
  97. >"Rewrite."
  98. "Yes- for this story is not just an admission of failure, but of compromise as well. I changed the story because I was afraid the readers might react negatively to the original ending. Not because it was bad, but because that specific style was being decried at the time."
  99. >Your friend nods as your woes are revealed to her.
  100. "On top of that, I can't find my muse, the thing that makes me write. It… just disappeared."
  101. >After a moment of silence, Twilight focuses on you and takes a deep breath.
  102. >"Anon, let's take this one step at a time. We know that you need to start writing again, but what's the first step towards that goal?"
  103. >You ponder her query.
  104. "I guess get my muse back."
  105. >She smiles.
  106. >"Alright, how do we do that?"
  107. "I'm not sure, I don't know what it was in the first place."
  108. >There might not even be a way to rekindle your writing spirit.
  109. >"Hmm, well why don't you travel a little? Try new things and meet new people?"
  110. >Life around here certainly isn't helping your slide into a stagnant hack.
  111. >"You could try crystal climbing in the Crystal Mountains."
  112. >That could be interesting.
  113. >"Or hit the casinos in Las Pegasus."
  114. "Yeah?"
  115. >You deserve a little fun, right?
  116. >"Go see a play in Manehattan."
  117. "Yeah..."
  118. >"Alright, Anon, I want you to promise that you'll do this stuff!"
  119. >The two of you try to contain your respective excitement levels as you nod and Twilight notes more thrilling adventures.
  120. >"A symphony in Sydneigh!"
  121. >This! This is what you need!
  122. >You stand and shout out resolutely.
  123. "Yeah!"
  124. >"You should visit the Lost Griffin Ruins in Barne! The Pegasus Pyramids in Nimbustoo!"
  125. "Yeah!!!"
  126. >"You should have sex with Fluttershy and Twilight!"
  127. "YEAH!!!"
  128. >…
  129. >That wasn't Twilight's voice…
  130. >Slowly turning to face the speaker of that last suggestion, you see Fluttershy with one of your shoes hanging off of her snout.
  131. >She see you looking at her and smiles.
  132. >How can you tell she's smiling under your shoe?
  133. >Because of the-
  134. >*Squee*
  135. >-audible 'squee' that accompanies awkward smiles here.
  136. "What… are you doing?"
  137. >Fluttershy tries to hide from your smoldering eyes, but to no avail.
  138. >She flees to Twilight's side in an attempt to shield herself from your wrath.
  139. >"Did I do it right, Twilight?"
  140. >*Poof*
  141. >Woah, did your rage just go out, what's happening here?
  142. >The purple mare grins at you while she speaks.
  143. >"Perfect Fluttershy, just perfect."
  144. >You raise a hand, the universal sign for 'hold up'.
  145. "I'm not going to do that."
  146. >Twilight displays a look of false concern.
  147. >"But Anon, you can't NOT do it."
  148. "And why not?!"
  149. >Fluttershy peaks her head out from behind the librarian.
  150. >"Um- because that would mean you lied to a princess. Which- um- is a- um- capitol offense…"
  151. >That's insane!
  152. >Who would make up such a stupid law?
  153. "That has to be a lie! I've never heard of such a law!"
  154. >The bookish princess re-equips her confident expression.
  155. >"That's because Princess Celestia and I just pushed it through this morning."
  156. >Her smile widens, spreading to Fluttershy as well.
  157. >"If you don't sleep with us, you will be tried as a criminal in the highest offense."
  158. >…
  159. >Fuck.
  160. >Your loss was assured the moment you walked into the library this morning.
  161. >The couch groans as you fall limply into it, defeated.
  162. >Twilight must have taken that for a sign of surrender as she chooses that moment to teleport the three of you out of the library.
  163.  
  164. >You materialize in your room, disoriented from the warp.
  165. >It's easy to tell where you are because you don't have an AC or magic to cool the place.
  166. >That, and you fell onto your bed, which is the only one in your size in all of P0nyville.
  167. >"Wow Anon, you keep your house really warm!"
  168. >Like she doesn't already know.
  169. >"Twilight, can you cool it off?"
  170. >The young alicorn only smiles.
  171. >"Why? We'll be sweating soon anyways, just think of this as a head start."
  172. >She plants a kiss on your lips and slides her tongue into your mouth before laughing.
  173. >"Let's get started, you promised after all…
  174.  
  175. >[Some time later]
  176. >The cool night air feels good on your sweat covered skin.
  177. >Fluttershy and Twilight are both sprawled out on your bed, leaking fluids of which only half is theirs.
  178. >They had kept at you for hours, switching when one of them got tired.
  179. >Until finally, they couldn't take any more orgasms and they collapsed.
  180. >You carefully slide out of bed and leave your room.
  181. >Your groin hurts from all the pounding and slapping and sucking and milking that they put you through.
  182. >And Twilight had used her magic to literally drain every last of cum from from you.
  183. >Point being, it's hard to walk.
  184. >You limp your way into your study and manage to get to your desk before your legs give out.
  185. >Sitting there, you stare at the typewriter on your desk.
  186. >This is simultaneously the object of your salvation, having provided wealth that you've lived off of for months now, and damnation, the events of tonight.
  187. *Sigh*
  188. >You place a hand on the keys and press a finger down.
  189. >*Click*
  190. >Then another.
  191. >*Click*
  192. >…
  193. >*Click* *Click* *Click*
  194. >*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click*
  195. >*Ding*
  196.  
  197. >*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Ding*
  198. >*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Ding*
  199. >*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Ding*
  200. >*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Ding*
  201. >*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Ding*
  202.  
  203. >[The next morning]
  204. >You can't stop writing.
  205. >There are so many ideas to be written down, you've already gone through three stacks of paper.
  206. >It's not enough, you're almost out of paper!
  207. >A stack of fresh blank pages is levitated to your desk, surrounded by a pinkish glow.
  208. >"Back to writing I see."
  209. >You look up without ceasing to type.
  210. >Twilight saunters over to you, crossing waves and mountains of discarded pages.
  211. >Your focus return to your work, but you feel the mare wrap herself around your neck.
  212. >She nibbles on an ear before whispering to you.
  213. >"Guess you found your muse…"
  214. >Her tongue slithers into your ear as her hoof works its way south.
  215. >*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Ding*
  216. >The room fills with the sounds of writing as she slides herself onto your crotch and bites your neck.
  217. >*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Ding*
  218. >You feel her wrap around you, causing your typing speed to double, nearly jamming the typewriter.
  219. >*Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Ding* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Clk* *Ding*
  220. >Yes, you have found your muse.
  221. >And your muse is
  222.  
  223. >Rape

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