crap i posted in other threads


                                            stuff that isn't a story but that I don't want to lose.  potential story ideas?  probably edited to make myself look better


                                            prompt:

                                            >Principal Momlestia spent years collecting all the girls' DNA to see which has the genes for Anon to pass on.

                                            >She soon found out that the only woman that could do it is her own sister.

                                            >"I'm not having intercourse with my nephew Tia, that's disgusting."

                                            "Relax Lulu, there should be no birth defects in the first generation.'

                                            >"But it's wrong Tia!"

                                            "You seem to not get the message. You. Will. Give. Me. A. Grandchild. Like it or not."


                                            response:

                                            >A combination of bullying, references to childhood shame as blackmail, and desperate begging lead up to this night

                                            >You, aunt Luna, and a bottle of wine.

                                            >...two bottles of wine; your aunt's already downed the first one while your mom was making you "extra sexy" for Luna

                                            >Turns out that your aunt has a bit of a goth streak in her from her teen years that just never went away

                                            >You're surprised at how red Luna's face turns when she sees you with your black eyeliner and clip-on lip ring

                                            >"Say it!" your mom hisses from the closet door

                                            >You sigh

                                            "Let's make this night last forever."


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                                            prompt:

                                            >"Anonymous, sweetheart, what are you doing looking through that old photo album?"

                                            >"-NOTHING!"


                                            post:

                                            >"Oh, look at me!"

                                            >Celestia - aka mom - caresses her picture-self's face while rubbing her own cheek with the palm of her hand.

                                            >"I was so young. God, I'd nearly forgotten about the pink hair."

                                            >Aunt Luna drops her head onto your shoulder and leans against you.

                                            >>"I think I remember when we got this taken, Tia," says Luna, flipping through the photo album a few pages to see if there were any more related photos, "Wasn't this around my 350th birthday?"

                                            >Celestia "mmm"s in the affirmative and starts digging in a nearby box for more photos.

                                            >"That was right around the start of your goth phase, wa-"

                                            >>"Tia," cries Luna, gripping your shoulders tightly, "Why would you say that in front of Anon!?"

                                            >Celestia turns her head to hide her devious smile.

                                            >"I don't know what you're talking about. Lulu," she purrs, fingering a newly-found dusty album, "Don't you want Anon to know about the time we had to burn your black leather pants-"

                                            >Luna lurches forward and nearly knocks you over.

                                            >>"No no no, hold your tongue!"

                                            >"-because you wore them for three weeks straight and the smell wouldn't come out?"

                                            >You successfully hold back your laughter, but the shaking of your shoulders clues aunt Luna in pretty well.

                                            >She falls off of you and lays sprawled out on her back, groaning and covering her bright-red face with her hands.

                                            >There's dead silence for about five seconds, and then-

                                            >>"Your mother used to rub cake all over herself when she masturbated."

                                            >Your gleefully snickering mother stops laughing and freezes in place.

                                            >A flush creeps up the neckline of her shirt.

                                            >The tense silence is held once more until-

                                            >"There was a 50 year period of time where your aunt used to dye her pubic hair blue."

                                            >Aunt Luna sits straight up and glares at Celestia.

                                            >>"Your mother once pierced her nipples with copper studs, and it turned them green!"

                                            >This goes on for at least an hour.

                                            >You learn many things about Celestia and aunt Luna that you wish you never had.


                                            >You are Anon, and it's been nearly an hour of watching your mother and your aunt yell dark and lewd secrets back and forth like a bizarre and perverse game of tennis.

                                            >"Why don't you tell your nephew about how you would NEVER leave the castle without your moon-themed vibrating buttplug!"

                                            >>"Why don't YOU tell your son that you keep his old underwear in a ziplock bag and sniff them when you masturbate!"

                                            >"Hey! Hey, Anon! Luna here used to sneak into people's dreams and have sex with them! Her bed always stunk of FISH!"

                                            >>"Oh yeah? Nephew, the reason your mother breastfed you until you were 7 was because she was insecure about her bust size and didn't want them to shrink when she was no longer lactating!"

                                            >Luna grabs her tits and jiggles them in your direction.

                                            >>"I might have been the 'little sister', but I always had the fattest tits in the kingdom!"

                                            >She jiggles them extra-hard and leans forward towards you.

                                            >>"Aren't the magnificent?!"

                                            >Face red from both anger and embarrassment, your mother marches over to you and plants herself right on your lap, straddling your legs.

                                            >"Shut up, Luna! Anon thinks my breasts are best! The best!"

                                            >She rips her shirt off and thrusts her chest forward, shoving your face in between her tits.

                                            >"See? See?! He thinks they're amazing!"


                                            >The one-upmanship continues until they start arguing about who kisses the best (tested on Anon, since neither of them would ever admit that the other was a better kisser); who gives the best handjobs; who can take a cock deepest down their throat (again, Anon was brought in to help judge); who has the tightest pussy; who has the most fertile womb

                                            >"See? You see?! My tits don't get as sore as YOURS do!"

                                            >Celestia jiggles her naked, swollen breasts at her equally naked sister

                                            >Flecks of milk spray from her dark nipples get on the bed the three of you now share

                                            >"How're those 'fattest tits in the kingdom' doing for you now?!"


                                            ----


                                            saving this because I'm a narcissistic asshole.  -I- thought it was funny, anyway.


                                            >Sunset sighs with disappointment and pokes at your flaccid member.

                                            >You have never been more happy to have been rendered impotent from fear.

                                            >"C'mon, Anon, this is a limp sock. What happened to that roll of quarters in your pocket?"

                                            >Against your better judgement, you snap back sarcastically.

                                            "I guess I'm just not happy to see you."

                                            >Your eyes widen in shock as your brain catches up with your mouth, and you await whatever punishment your sister has for you.

                                            >To your surprise, she just snorts in amusement.

                                            >"Eat me, you shit."

                                            >After a moment, Sunset spreads her legs and reveals her bare pussy to you.

                                            >"No, seriously; eat me."