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>>11364923 (OP)

New thread tradition. I'll repost an old story each time we get a new thread so new readers, writers and artists can see what's this about

So, Which story should I repost?

Normal Norman - Day Mistery(unf)
Normal Norman - Wargames
Normal Norman - TeachAnon(unf)
Normal Norman - True Normality Radio
Untold tales of Normal Norman
Normal Norman - So how about that green kid?(unf)
Normal Norman - Party Hard, Flutter Harder
Norman and Brad
Normal Norman - The Aryan Beauty and the Racist
Normal Norman - Octavia's Revenge(unf)
Normal Norman/Brad the Rapist - Law Abiding Norman
Normal Norman - Day one
Normal Norman - The Pet
Normal Norman - Fanfic #2
Normal Norman - Dinner with Purple
Normal Norman - Trixie's bet. (unf)
Normal Norman - Octavia & Vinnyl
Normal Norman - Fanfic #1 (Complete)
Layra side-story (complete)
Normal Norman - first one shots

Longer stories will only have their first parts posted, because some are over 40 parts

>>11365005
First one shots.

>>11365139
will do

>1st day and whole school thinks im a racist pig.
>3rd period
>sit next to a purple colored girl 7/10
>try to talk to her
>she mentions she's new in the school too,
>Neat
>she said she comes where a place of talking horse or some shit.
>Do not speak to her for a while.

>at least that was the plan until I realise the entire school hated me
>I'm stucked with the purple horse girl as my only friend
>Couple of days passes
>The school doesnt seem to like me any better
>Still stuck with the purple horse girl
>The more time I spend with her the weirder she gets
>she needs to win the prom crown for her magical horse kingdom or something
>never been interested in that so I drop the issue
>her friends arrives
>HOLY FUCKEN SHIT a 10/10 hot white skinned girl with purple hair girl arrives
>Purple horse girl introduce us
>I gotta get a piece of that...

>Try to talk with white girl every now and then
>purple's dog bak at me whenever I try and then humps her leg
>she hates it and kicks the dog
>the dog blames me and starts biting my leg
>I want to go back to my place and play some videogames

>school hates me even more because the girl I shown any interest is the aryan girl
>have no choice but to hang out with purple
>every now and then she tells me about her pony adventures
>suddenly one day she starts talking about this guy
>feel relieved because now the conversation is almost normal
>she says how cute he is
>but then she says that he reminds him of his brother
>It turns out she has an incest fetish

>>11365176

>we have an exam this monday
>luckily I don't need to study because I like the subject
>purple then tells me we have to study all the weekend on the library
>i told her to fuck off, because I wanted to play on my xbox
>she doesn't hear me and says that she really needs my help because she doesn't know how to read on my language
>feel sorry for her strange confession and go to the library saturday morning
>for someone that doesn't know to read, she read pretty well
>she made me stay saturday and sunday reading books I don't care at all
>my whole weekend wasted reading about the fucking iroquis

>Purple then comes into my house
>she is flabbergasted at my tv and computer
>I say she can use my computer if she stops talking about princess solestia
>I go down for a snack
>when I come back I found her looking at my porn
>I freak out, but she is not making fun of me, she actually looks interested
>she says that this is a great way to learn anatomy and she asks me to borrow my computer
>I told her to fuck off
>my mother comes in, offering purple a cookie
>purple shows my mother my porn, asking where she can find more instructive things like that
>I can't invite girls to my house anymore

>>11365309

>Another week
>Still putting with the racist thing and Purple
>She comes at me at the end of the day
>'Norman how humans mate?'
>'Excuse me?'
>can't tell if she's coming on to me or what?
>'s-sure...where should we...?'
>without wasting time she drags me into the library
>seems all she wanted me to teach her about the human reproductive cycle
>she learns fast, but still she keeps commenting the difference with horse cycle
>After we get over it, we say each other's good bye
>next day at Lunch
>no sight of Purple, don't think much about it.
>realize her white friend is all by herself
>get sit with her
>conversation sparks
>doing quite good, I even get her to call me Darling
>about to ask her if she wants to do something after class
>Suddenly Purple hugs me from behind
>'THANK YOU THANK YOU ABOUT HUMAN REPRODUCTION'
>Everyone in the Lunch hall hears it
>White starts to grinding her teeth HARD
>she grabs her Lemon soda and spills it in my face and leaves
>Purple and the whole hall goes silent.
>'YO SEEMS YOU DONT GET LUCK WITH THE WHITEYS BRO' some stupid jock says
>the entire hall laughs at me
>fucking purple

>biology class
>teacher starts talking about horses
>suddenly purple stands up and confronts her
>'ponies don't look like that! they are smaller and have a rounder face!'
>not this again
>'Norman! You can draw good! come here!"
>oh no, please no
>'So you are into this too mr. Norman? step in front of the class and draw on the greenboard'
>20 minutes following purple's directions, everybody throws papers at me
>when I finish, everybody laughs harder, they say the horse looks like a girly cartoon pony
>they send us to the principal afterwards

>Decide to spend some time away from Purple
>Start to eat lunch on the yard
>Purple somehow finds me and sits beside me
>She starts plucking grass and flowers
>She eats them
>The shit I put up with...

>>11365324

>weekend
>finally, I can rest up from all this bullshit
>I may never get laid in this godamn town, make some friends or even but I still got my x-box
>after some time, hear a knocking on the door
>purple says she needs me to take care of spike, his stupid dog
>before I could say a thing, she runs away with one of her friends, the yellow one
>I see the dog, he sees me back
>two hours later, there is piss everywhere and I swear he wrote leave'er with my blood on the carpet
>at least purple apologized
>but my x-box was covered in piss

>feeling sick, so luckily I don't have to go to school today
>purple says that she is going to nurse me, after all, we are friends
>she has to be one of those otakus, watching too many chinese cartoons
>I accept, but only because she won't leave
>But her concept of nursing is not taking care of me
>'You shouldn't miss classes, so that's why I asked all the teachers to leave even more homework, so that you wouldn't miss the smallest detail!'
>As your free day is wasted, you can only think how your classmates will fuck with you in sick and horrible ways
>'I don't know why purple hates me'

>hello, I am a student in Equestria Highschool, everybody calls me Joe
>I'm your average student, but I am also the quarterback of the school's football team
>I hate everybody in this school
>It may sounds strange, but actually I am a racist
>I hate everyone that is not a white, black, brown, a little red or yellow
>Also I hate punks and their stupid colorful hairs
>I was excited when I heard a new student was transfered and even more, he also hates these technicolor assholes
>but I can't talk to him, I have a reputation to take care of
>One day Norman, I will invite you to play Halo and we can talk how much we hate these morons

>>11365342

>Be hanging with Purple
>We go to library for fifteenth time this week.
>She finds section on magic.
>A lot of occult stuff, crystals, summoning circles, spirit chakras.
>She checks them out muttering something about regaining her powers.
>Find her in janitors closet three days later sacrificing a goat.
>God damn it purple.

>purple is telling me about the theory of friendship and how she is surprised, looking how I don't have any friends
>'Yeah, it is easy for you, a cute girl will never understand this feel'
>'Oh Norman, you will never have friends with that attitute, wait here'
>Decide here plan is fucked up even before hearing it
>run all they way and hide in my locker
>I can see she brought a jock with her
>I recognize that asshole with the football on his shirt, I've never talked with him, but he looks like a total douche
>'I don't get it, where is he? I told him to stay here'
>'stop wasting my time ok girl?'
>He goes away, thank god, now I can get out of here
>wait, I can't get out
>'the bell is ringing? purple, purple get me out of here!'
>purple?

>Be Norman
>The first hour or so stuck in this locker wasn't so bad
>However, my legs are cramped up now and I got to pee
>'Purple...?' I whimper, waiting for salvation
>None comes
>It's extremely hot inside, I'm sweating heavily, and suffocating a bit
>IDEA!
>Start to take off belt and try to slip it through the small openings on the locker door
>Dad's 70's disco pants fall off
>'Ah... fuck.'
>I press the tip of the belt against the slits, trying to get it to pass to the other side
>Door opens and I fall on ,y face
>'Norman! Here you are!'
>Everyone turns to look at my pantless persona
>'OMFG! HE WAS JACKING OFF IN THE LOCKER!'
>I hate my life.

>>11365351

>Be hanging with purple.
>Telling her about modern politics
>She knows about democracy, surprised to see its been taken so far though.
>Surprised by our massive cultural upheavals and wars.
>Finish talking about it.
>She still thinks Obama raises the sun.

>joe comes up
>he gives me a hand
>accepts
>he swoops in for a kiss
>he drops his pants
>rubs his cock against mine
>hot gay sex in front of the school

>Wakes up from a dream covered in sweat
>Check my pants and find the biggest 5 inch boner I've ever had
>Questioning my own sexuality.
>Realizes that at least Purple wasn't there.
>Goes back to sleep with a smile.

>dream about Philadelphia and all my old friends
>suddenly see purple waving
>'Norman! guess what, rememeber those books of human magic? I learnt one where I can get into other ponies dreams!'
>oh no what?
>'now we can be together all the time, isn't this exciting? tell me about what humans dream'
>'Why don't you go and visit your boyfriend dreams and leave me alone?'
>she blushes
>'oh! he isn't my boyfriend, but I wouldn't do that, he deserves to have some privacy'
>'and I don't?'
>'oh silly pony, you are my very best human friend, and pinky told me that best friends share everything! Now why is rarity with no clothes over there?'
>just kill me

>>11365363

>being depressed, Norman goes and sits on a swing and think of his life
>a little red headed girl sits against him
>'why are you sad sir?'
>'nobody likes me girl. Everybody thinks I'm a bad person
>'Ah like you sir, you have a funny hat'
>Norman smiles at the girl, receiving the first smile he has in weeks
>suddenly he feels a kick on his back
>'stay away from mah sister you pedo racist! applebloom, this man is a bad man, stay away from him!'
>'but sis...'
>'If I see you around here again, I won't just kick your back'
>Everybody in school now thinks norman is a skin head AND a pedophile

>Chemistry class
>Needed a lab partner
>Purple suddenly sits next to me
>"What the hell, go with your blue-haired douche boyfriend", I tell her
>"What? No, no he's not my boyfriend and besides, he doesn't have this class, but you're here! It's so nice for best friends to do stuff together!"
>Try to tell teacher I want a new partner
>The teacher goes on ignoring me, "...so what we're going to have you to do is to cause reactions with chemicals and identify if it is an acid or a base, on your left you can find Magnesium, Zinc..."
>Purple looks dumbfounded, clearly has no idea what she's doing
>Says she'll levitate the beakers, this bitch is crazy
>"Maybe I just need a panic situation and my magic will come back!"
>She throws the beaker in the air and the acid almost reaches Aryan beauty
>Get suspended
>after coming back I find out everyone thinks I'm a psychopath

>>11365372

>Be Norman.
>Mom forgot to wash hat.
>Sigh. Never liked my hair.
>Arrive at school.
>Dead silence, everyone just staring at me.
>It can't be THAT bad, right? Right?
>They're following me now. Should've worn a bag.
> Bit freaked out, so I pick up the pace.
>SMACK.
>"Oh hey, Norm-"
>Fuck, it's purple.
>She's staring blankly at my head. I wave a hand in her face. Nothing.
>Pretty sure her pupils are multiplying.
>Hear crowd behind me.
>Turn.
>Oh Shit.
>Hair zombies. Everywhere. And they're coming for me.
>Hands on the back of my head
>"So soft, so beautiful."
>Not gonna happen. Sorry, Violet Hue.
>Sprinting down the hallways. Still being followed. All eyes on me.
>Wait, wait, wait. I'm an idiot.
>Frantically begin searching. There, by that row of lockers.
>Glorious Aryan white goddess.
>She turns as I skid to a stop near her.
>Disappointment and disgust fade as she sees the hair.
>Just as planned.
>Glorious hair zombie +1.
"So, I was won-"
>SMACK!
>What the fuck, I'm on the floor.
>God damn, it's Purp.
>Trying to struggle. No use. Hair fascination must increase strength. Being dragged back into the Horde.
>Fuck, shit, fuck, shit, fuckshit, shitfuck.
>Clawing at the floor, trying to gain leverage. Hand brushes over an object.
>Grab and orient myself to look at them.
>Scissors.
>Fuck.
>Well, better than being hair molested to death.
>Start cutting. Hair falls everywhere. Glorious dew ruined... chances fading.
>No tears.
>And then the dragging stops.
>"Hey, Norm, what are you doing on the floor?"
>I let the scissors fall to the floor.
>"Did you do something with your hair? I can help!"
>Rest of day wasted as Purp works drags me off for makeovers.
>So close.

>>11365382

>having a peaceful week
>realize that something must be wrong
>wait, Purple hasn't been in class
>sure enough, she's sick
>don't want to get involved, but feel bad because she took care of me when I was sick
>well, her heart was in the right place
>I think
>show up at her house, she's got some stomach thing
>there's nothing going around I can think of, but maybe she's just got bad luck
>give her the flowers I brought her and ask if there's anything I can do
>hoping she says no so I can just leave
>she says she just needs time to figure out what's wrong
>she then eats the flowers
>god damn it Purple

>Being Norman
>Lunch hour at school
>Purple told me she was going to lecture some class while Lunch, so im all by myself
>Dont feel like eating in the Lunch hall so I head to the Football field
>The field is pretty wide as you expect from a Football field
>Sit on the first row on the bleachers and get ready to eat my food
>Weather is nice, there's not much people around.
>Purple's light blue friend is in the middle of the field playing with a soccer ball, pretty good with it.
>Suddendly a person with green skin, wearing a suit and with a question mark in his face appears.
>'oh..hi?'
>'Quit it' he says while frowning over what it looks like a eyeless mask
>'what..?' I respond dumbfounded
>'I've been doing this way before you y'know? This is not original'
>All of my wat's combined I respond 'Listen man, what the hell are you talking about?'
>'STOP BEING A FAGGOT' then the guy pushes me on the ground while all my food falls over me
>Pissed, while standing up I scream 'ALL RIGHT YOU MOTHERFU-'
>then I realize this person is gone
>I look for everywhere around the field for this person
>Even ask around the few people if someone has seen someone like it,
>Purple friends tells me to stop doing drugs, which is typical
>Never seen th guy again,
>but I know he was real

>implying you dont know who was the stranger

>>11365393

>Biology Lab
>Midterms day
>Paired Exams, since Purple doesnt take this class I just team up with her yellow shy friend
>she doesn't put a complain so we are good
>The exam consists in just open up a Frog and a simple earthworm and point their major organs
>Sciencetime.jpg
>I sliced up that frog with too much joy,
>others students look at me and snicker things to each other.
>Before I realize im already done, so I turn to my partner to see how she's doing
>Yellow shy is completely freezed and covered in sweat.
>'Come on just get on with it' I say
>'I-I...I c-can't....j-just..a..a..little..wormie', Yellow replies while panting and shaking her hand.
>This is going to take forever so I take it into my hands
>I grab Yellow's hands while she still holding the knife
>'W-what..are..you' she say terrified
>'Relax, this will be over before you know it' I say most confidence
>Together we start a sagital cut over the whole lenght of the little worm
>Yellow tries to stop my hand, telling me to stop it.
>After we are done, Yellow stares in shock at the two remaining parts of the worm still wiggling
>'See, that wasnt that hard' I tell to her with a smile
>Suddendly Yellow busts out of the classroom while crying
>The whole class goes silent and then start to looking at me furiously.
>'That poor girl'
>'Not everyone gets off cutting you sick bastard'
>I...I just wanted to help....


First Oneshots - End

>>11365393
Love this part.

>>11365410

Oh yeah. also one of my favorites

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>>11349127

>Be Twilight
>After what Norman said, I knew I had to look more into this
>I spent the rest of the day searching for information about the Nazis
>This online encyclopedia was of great help, but it also proved to be very distracting
>Two hours in, I had somehow managed to start reading about a fat italian plumber with blue overalls who loved mushrooms
>Getting back on track, I continued reading about some of the... atrocities... commited by these people
>I found it very hard to believe anyone I knew could be related to them
>For the first time ever, I didn't want to keep reading
>"Hey Norman, lets go somewhere." - I said to him as he played on his Xbox
>"Sure. Where do you wanna go?" - he asked, pausing his game
>"Anywhere. Just... lets go for a walk, visit Applejack's family, I don't care. Anywhere's good." - I answered
>"Ok. I'll call Brad and ask him to give us a ride."

>Be Applejack
>BANG BANG
>"AJ, git yer sister in the house! Big Mac, go git the chainsaw from the shed!" - ordered Granny Smith as she reloaded Ol' Trusty
>Twilight, Brad and Norman came to visit
>Getting Applebloom inside the house, I turned to our guests
>"Would ya'll mind explaining to me why there're giant crabs in mah farm?!" - I demanded
>"Hi Brad!" - said Applebloom
>"Ah 'ell naw! 'owl on macky, oi'm comin' ter 'elp!" - yelled Brad, jumping out the window
>"They're not just crabs! They're magic crabs! Octavia's sending them to hunt me down!"- answered Norman
>"Say what now?" - was my only answer as the sound of chainsaw-on-carapace was heard
>"Look, we can explain later." - said Twilight - "But right now, we need to deal with them!"
>BANG
>"Sugarcube, yer in no condition to deal with ANYTHING right now. Ya stay here with Applebloom. Norman, come with me." - I ordered, exiting the house
>Almost immediately, a crab crashed against the wall and exploded into green mist
>"BRADICAL!"

(64/?)

Spoilered part is for laughs, not canon to this story.

>>11365852

yay, new episode


Ilol'd at the spoiler

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>>11365852

>Be Norman
>Oh god, what did I get myself into?!
>"Norm, catch!"
>Turning to face Orange, I saw a freaking AXE FLYING AT ME!
>"AAAAAH!" - I yelled, miraculously catching it in mid-air before it gore'd my face
>"Quit being such a baby and git chopping!" - ordered Orange
>"Wait, you're unarmed! What are YOU going to do?!" - I asked
>Her answer came in the form of a giant crab getting its front-half stomped to the ground, and a second one getting kicked right infront of Brad's van as he drove it around, running crabs over
>Seeing as everyone was giving a good fight, I headed to the closest crab
>"Alright, it's now you and me, crunchy!" - I yelled at it
>It responded in the form of a laser beam melting the axe's head
>"... huh... URAAAAAAAAAAA!" - I let out as a battlecry, beating the crap out of its carapace with the handle
---
>"Oi canny believe it tuk us tree 'ours ter clear dem oyt!" - said Brad, leaning on his van
>"Huhuhuhu, wasn't that fun, kiddies? We shoul' do that again sumtime." - said Granny Smith, downing some moonshine while sitting ontop a pile of crab corpses, with her shotgun on her lap
>"Yeah... fun." - was Orange's response, looking at the hole on the side of her house
>"Twilight, dontcha think ya overdid it? Just a bit?" - she asked
>"I'm so sorry! They were swarming through the window and I had to clear them out quickly!" - answered Purple, erasing spells from her arm-cast - "Besides, you saw that gargantuan one! What was I supposed to do?!"
>On my end, I just sat down on what was left of Orange's couch and had some apple juice
>I was sweaty
>I was tired
>A crab pinched me in the ass
>I just want to go home
>Fall on my chair
>And complain on /v/ as to why vidya can't be this metal

(65/?)

>>11366387
Stop making me so damn hungry!

>>11366446
No.

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Update on drawfagging yesterday.

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>>11366387

>Be Norman
>"AHA! GOT IT!" - yelled Purple
>"Got what?" - I asked, focusing on CoD. Light Blue and her two cronnies were getting their shit wrecked
>"Cancellation spells! We can turn Shimmer back to normal now, and counter Octavia's magic!" - she yelled, excited
>And she was well within her right to be; this was great news!
>"Hey Blue, sorry but I need to get going. Kick your ass later, alright?"
>"What?! How dare you suggest the Skilled and Pro Trixie was losi-"
>Before she could finish, I disconnected and turned off my Xbox, guessing what Purple would do next
>"So, downstairs now, right?" . I asked, receiving a nod as Purple bagged her translations and a pencil
>Pulling the wheelchair out of my room, I pushed her towards the stairs
>Once there, I carefully rolled her down the wooden planks dad had stuck in there to ease going up and down
>Reaching the base of the stairs, we went to the backyard
>Picking up Corgi Shimmer, I handed her to Purple
>"Alright, this'll only take a second." - she said, writing on Shimmer's back
>As she activated the spell, Purple's eyes glowed with an uncomfortable green hue, her retinas turning red for a second
>Likewise, Shimmer's back glowed black for an instant
>As soon as that happened, Purple let her jump off to the ground
>Almost immediately, Shimmer changed from a dog to a human, thankfully completely dressed
>"Gaaah! Took you idiots long enough!" - she said, cracking her back and neck
>"You could be a bit more grateful." - I said, giving her a glare - "Purple's been working her ass off trying to find a way to change you back!"
>"Oh, sorry, I forgot how useless cripples are." - she replied, strutting towards the door - "See you suckers later."
>And just like that, she left out the front door
>Going back inside, I could hear Purple sighing sadly
>"Hey, don't let what she said keep you do-" - I stopped myself, noticing something was missing in the kitchen
>"Holy shit, she took the bag of dog food."

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>>11368426

That is very, very nice. I'm guessing the guy between Green, Brad and Purple is Teachanon, right?

>>11368519
Yeah, I'm actually still thinking of his outfit since AFAIK there's no drawing of him yet. I might go with de facto anon costume once finished.

>>11368906
I'd say keep it. After all, that suit is pretty formal all in itself. Maybe changing its color, or that of the tie's.

I'm loving Personorman

>>11368507
>>11366387
>>11365852

As always, these are top quality

captcha: gelast correct

>>11368426
Fatten up Purp's left arm.

>>11369816
*right

Shit.

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>>11369843
Lemme give you an example.

Arms don't get that small!!!

>>11369983

Or maybe lower the shoulder-bulb thing so it doesn't look as if the arm shrinks like that in the joint.

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>>11368507

>Sunday
>Brad's garage
>"So Normy, waaat can Brad chucker for yer?" - he said, taking a drink from his beer
>Needed someone to talk to, and Brad seemed like the ideal guy
>"Purple's been acting really strange lately. And I mean REALLY strange" - I said
>"Ah? 'oy so?"
>"Ever since she finished translating that damn book, she just won't stop reading her damn translation over and over again!" - I yelled, getting offered a cold one
>Sure, why not
>"I mean, she's barely eating. EVERYTHING pisses her off. And she just keeps practicing whatever that book says! Hell, today I fucking woke up with her trying to write on my face!"
>"Well nigh... uhh... oi got nathin'." - he answered
>Thanks Brad, you're really helpful
>"By the way, what time it is?" - I asked
>"Jist aboyt 3. Why?"
>"Need to be at Aryan Beauty's house at 4. If I'm lucky, a freaking trash golem won't try to smash me on the way there." - I said, taking a sip - "Anyway, want to play some vidya?"
--
>Here I am. At Aryan Beauty's with a mission
>After some arguing, Purple and I decided we would just use what she called a "magic nullifier" to prevent her from using magic in the first place
>I was expecting something fancier, but hey, whatever keeps her from sending monsters my way
>"Alright Norman, I just need to make final checks. Just pull wherever I tell you so I can give it a proper once-over." - said my Venus
>Now it was just a matter of waiting for her to leave the room for a second and drawing a black sun with three runes somewhere inconspicuous
>I have to wonder why three are needed if it's only one spell though
>Anyhow, the problem was, where?
>Given it's design, there weren't many good spots
>The collar was too small and too exposed
>The interior was too hard to actually reach and write in
>And even though the writing it on the interior of the split-bottom-thingy would leave it relatively expo-
>Oh, fuck it
>Just wrote it there
>If this was a hat, it would be far easier
>I miss my hat...

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>>11370729

The hat will never be forgotten

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>>11371242
>RIP in peace.

Laughed my ass off.

>>11370729
>>11371242
why doesn't he just ask rarity to make him a new one?

>>11371827
Or wash the rune off. Purp could make a counter spell if she wanted.

>>11371868
Erasing the black sun is not enough, as seen with SS

Is anyone actually going to go to the theaters dressed as NN? I got minor textile skills, so I guess I can make a costume of my own.

>>11373048

Do it!!!

Your tale will be known in future generations

>>11373087
Maybe I could. But I don't really look like Norman at all. On top of that, I got a huge afro that I shaved completely, so now I'm a skin head. And It still won't show in any of my adjacent countries.

>>11373227
Fuck this gay earth.

the movie won't show here either

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>>11373283
Speaking of which, it's only one day away brothers! How will we stop the spoilers? I think we should act now before it becomes too late tomorrow. We should probably go with tinychat and enlist Anons who are too edgy for spoilers to post stories for us.

>>11373646
I'll be surprised if the thing doesn't get leaked tonight

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>You wake the following morning, somewhat groggy as you turn to your clock
>6 am...damn, you got time before you have to go to see Iron Will for his 'training haze'.
>Just as you get out of bed, your phone rings.
>Strange, you don't remeber giving anyone your number as you pick it up.
'Hello?'
"Hello my boy!"
>It was Discord
'Edward...ugh its 6am...and how the hell did you get my number.'
>A snicker "Anon, have you forgotten that every teacher has to put their cell and home phone for records, it was just a simple search through your file, don't worry, I didn't do anything naughty to it."
>Oh god that wasn't very settling 'What's up then?'
"Well..." he began, sounding rather bright and chipper "I've spoken to Iron head and have come to a compromise for your 'hazing', if you're willing to help with with his gym class and work along with the students, you should be in the clear."
'And when is his class?' you ask, rubbing your head.
"Its right before lunch, perfect for working out an apettie hrm?" he snickered again "besides, I'm sure you can handle a little running and dodge ball."
>You haven't done either of those things in years as you sigh 'Alright, thats a lot better than early exercise.'
"Well you DO want to make a good impression, and I doubt having yourself come in all sweaty and bothered would do well for your class."
'Point taken...'
>another chuckle "Just be ready for his class, he's quite stern on attendance, so be sure to be early and ready with the right attire. I've had a gym uniform in the teachers lounge for you, be sure to pick it up."
'Right...thanks D, I'll keep that in mind.'
>goodbyes were made as you hung up the phone and fwumped back into bed.
>Maybe Edward wasn't so bad to have as a friend, he certainly knew how to pull strings, though you weren't too sure if he'd be asking for something in return...
>fuck it, if its going out for ice-cream or what have you, then you'd be down for it.
>Still, something about him was...strange.
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>>11377471
>Shrugging, you ease back up, go shower, shave, change, eat, grab your things and you're out the door by 7:00 and on your way to school.
>Your first class wasn't until 9, but it was always nice to peruse the Teachers lounge, they did have some very good food the last time you were there, and perhaps they'd serve breakfast too.
>Maybe Redheart would be there too...
>Your train of thought paused for a second as you stopped at a red light.
>Damn, you didn't see much of her after she went to the washroom last night...had she...been so aroused about your answer?
>That couldn't have been the case, it was only an answer, but still, she did just up and leave in a huff then.
>Whatever the case, you had your class to manage as you pull into the parking lot soon after, easing into the furthest spot from any other car as you sigh, grabbing your things and making your way into the building.
"Ah, Mr. Anonymous, good to see you around campus so early." spoke a familiar voice as you turn to see Miss Mare.
'Ah, Emmy, good morning, hehe, thought I'd drop by and check the place out, maybe grab some food in the lounge."
>She had a warm smile, as she stepped up towars you, fixing those glasses of hers.
"I...wanted to apologize if I became unruly last night..." she said, rubbing her arm "Chryslalis and I go back many years and well...whenever we're together with drinking, it..." she sighed.
'Hey, its cool, no one got hurt, and it certainly was a nice show to see you stab eachother with words like that.'
>Emmy blushed "oh...t-that I must apologize a it more for."
>You shake your hand 'S'cool, you both seem so cute together.'
>More blush as she blinked a few times "W-well, we've been friends since we stared but...i guess you can say that friendship's been strained."
>You qurik a brow 'Oh?'
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>>11377642
>She nodded "When...I first started, Crissy and I were inseparable, we always did so much together. We taught next door to one another, spent our off time together, it was great! But...When I got this position, she started to show her envy towards me, and...you can guess the rest."
>You sighed 'Shucks man, that...that really sucks, friends shouldn't just ditch their friends because they moved up in the work-place. I'm sure she could have taken it better.'
"She certainly could have, but...she had been vying for the position for ages, and never once got a chance for it."
'Why?'
>Emmy looked away "She's...a bit of a authoritarian, she would have run the school far stricter and pushed everyone harder than I would have. It was...just how she acted and people didn't like it....so when the choosing came down, I was voted in favor of her."
>You shake your head as you stare down, letting a sigh pass your lips 'That blows really, for both of you, if you were such good friends.'
"It does...but...I've moved on, still, I wish...we could go back to those times, she's not a bad person, just has a complex."
'Yeah...I could tell that much, still, you and her looked good together, shame you aren't friends.'
"Perhaps in time, but...I've been telling myself that for years....come, lets go see what Mr Grand has prepared." she said, smiling as she turned and led you inside.
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>What you originally thought of the food in the lounge was blown clear out the window as you saw the spread.
>Pancakes, waffles, muffins, cereal, oatmeal, EGGS & tons of fruit and drink as far as the eye could see.
>There was legit food here, and it smelled good as you could already see Iron Will preparing a hearty plate of eggs and oatmeal.
"Ah, Anon!" he called out as he stepped over "Seems Discord had been able to get you out of the haze, good on him, but I expect you to be at my class on time! Its not often I...huff...give teachers a bit of leeway..."
>You gulp 'Su-sure...no problem, I'll be there.' You stutter as he walks past you, letting you pass a sigh as Emmy giggles.
"Seems you've made quiet an impact on Edward for him to go out of his way for you."
'Yeah, but...I wonder what he has in store for compensation.'
>Emmy only chuckled before she went over to the buffet as you went behind her.
>As you stood there, you felt a sudden chill down your spine as a thin, lanky arm wrapped around your shoulders.
"Well, hello there Mr. Anon~" spoke a surly, almost arousing voice from behind as you see Miss Chrysalis pressing a tad too close to your backside. "I missed you last-night, where did you get off to?"
>You sigh 'you were drunk, I don't hang around drunk chicks.'
"hrmmm, why not, so you can't take advantage of them?"
'You could say that.'
>She smirked "hrmm, a man with morals, not too shabby for a new teacher..." she let her arm gently ease down your body, grabbing your plate before slipping in front of you with a wink. "Then, I'm sure you're fine with me going ahead hrmm? Ladies first after all."
>Part of you wanted to slam her face into the eggs, but the better man in you resisted, standing firm as she went ahead, nearly butting aside Emmy as she took a few things, mostly the eggs and a waffle or two before slinking off.
>You shake your head as Emmy gave a sigh.
'You're right.' you say, taking another plate 'she does have a complex.'
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>>11378033
>You eat your fill, god, you never feel the need to complain about a Frenchman's cooking ever again.
>snagging a few muffins for later, you sit down with your hoard and open your material guide.
>Teaching writing isn't as easy as you first thought, there were two major sections to the course; understanding the development of writing and actually writing what you learnt.
>Everything from syntax, spelling, editing, punctuation, grammar, god, it almost sounded like a full on Literacy course as you close the book and sigh.
>Teaching writing to students couldn't be that complex, but understanding the proper form was a big deal, certainly you'd have to take this seriously as you open the book again.
>The final assignment involved writing a book.
>no way...
>WRITING...a book.
>Apparently, all the major assignments were writing chapters of this book, but the theme cannot be anything based around genera's of sci-fi or Fantasy.
>You were pissed, but you figured why.
>Those two were very easy to write, taking a peice of fiction based around reality works, but then, its fiction, you can make up anything you wish as long as its 'logical'.
"ooh, that seems fun." spoke another voice as you turn to see Redheart reading over your shoulder.
>You blink as she smiles "Hello Anon, and good morning."
'Morning Red, you okay from yesterday?'
>Red blushed, nodding "I...wanted to apologize for that...I was...quite taken by your statement on teaching and...well..." she fidgeted "its kind of noble of you to be so kind and caring and passionate."
>You smirk, rubbing the back of your head 'Haha, well, its just being truthful, I enjoy teaching, and I'm sure to be a smash hit with the kids here.'
>You give a confident grin as Red giggled, smiling as she nodded
"Well, enjoy yourself, teaching is one thing, but being calm and happy is what teachers need the most."
'Yeah...hehe, well, hopefully it won't be too
crazy.' you say with a grin.
(5/)
(Dinner, brb)

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>>11378430

hell yeah, teachanon is back

>>11378430
>You make your way down the hallway towards your classroom.
>It's still early, almost 8:20 by the time you arrive as you open the door and walk towards the center of the room, standing there and observing the classroom.
>Like most 'modern' classrooms, they had been going along with a 'university' style lecture hall. The rows of seats were elevated above the lower row, with stairways on either side for students to walk up.
>It was only a middle section, but it had enough chairs to fit almosy 60 people.
>Quiet a big number for a class like this as you go to your desk and take a seat there.
>You look about the desk, noticing a note on the top of it.
>You blink, taking it out as you looked it over.
"Auditorium, 6:00pm" it said "Don't be late."
>Strange...was this another hazing trick?
>you fold the note, slipping it into your pocket as you start opening the drawers.
>Mr. Bookread was smart enough to clear all his crap. so each draw was empty and bare as you sigh, pushing them closed.
>Placing your body back into the reclining position, you eye your remains of your brekafast, several muffins and a cup of coffee with a green apple and a bottle of OJ.
>You'd have to give your regards to Mr. Grand eventually, if he wasn't as busy as Discord said, perhaps he'd be interesting to meet with.
>Your thoughts wane back to the note as you look at it again.
>6pm, well, that was almost an hour after school let out.
>You had a hunch who wrote it, but you couldn't be sure as you hear the bell ring.
>8:30, the first bell, and the sign to get to your class.
>You sit upright, dusting yourself off a bit as you look at the chalkboard, easing up and slowly writing your name in big letters, followed by a the course, and...a few rules you had for your classroom.
>You were going to keep these kids in line, that was for sure.

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>>11381065
>As soon as you finished, you could hear the voices of children, students entering the classroom.
>A few voices pause, and the mention of "hey, its Mr. anon" caught your ears as you smirked.
>these fools have yet to see your wrath, and one thing you've learned is to show you weren't a pushover.
>Horror stories of teachers losing complete control of their class weren't uncommon, and in every class, there were always the 'bad seeds' of the group.
>You'd ween those out as they come, but first, you were going to show you meant buisness.
>checking your watch, you saw the time was now 8:45, class would begin in 15 minutes as you return to your desk, some students already noticing the writing on the board and a few faces almost...went pale.
>You had written four simple rules on the board.
>Be on time.
>Be respectful.
>Hand in assignments on their date.
>No horseplay.
>By god you were going to do this right the first time around as you exhale, finishing your coffee and tossing the cup into a garbage bin, putting the OJ into a drawer and starting on a muffin....only...there were a pair of yellow...eyes...staring at you.
>Well, not you per-say, but the muffins you had on a plate.
>At the edge of your desk stood a fair skinned girl, blond hair, and her eyes...well...one was upwards, the other downwards.
>It wasn't ugly, cute, but certainly unusal as you blink.
'Hello, can I help you?' you ask as the girl meeps, ducking a bit lower on the desk.
"S-sorry...I...I hope I wasn;t b-being rude or anything."
>You shake your head 'No, but...you are staring at my muffins, can I ask why?'
>She bit her lip "Uhm...I....like muffins."
'So do I, but I don't stare at them.'
"Y-you do!? Oh...oh well...I...i really like them."
'Really?'
>She nods "Are those...chef Le Grande's muffins?"
>You nod, you can see her eyes sparkle as her fingers dug into the edge of the desk.
"H-he makes...the best muffins...even better than mine!"
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>>11381285
'You bake?' You ask as she nods.
"Yup yup! I love muffins so much that I learn to make them m-myself so I saved some m-money." she seemed to smack her lips a bit.
>You quirk a brow.
"But...Chef Le Grande makes the best muffins...I...always w-wanted to have his muffins... is that...ch-chocolate chip?"
>She points to one, her hand never passing the invisible wall of your desk as you nod.
'Yes....yes it is, and its my favorite.'
>She fidgeted a bit fingers rapping along the wood, never pressing past the edge "I-its mine too, I-I love chocolate chip."
>You smirk a bit, wow, she was...well...passionate about it to say the least as you look at the plate.
'Well that's good... so do I.' you say, picking it up as she meeped again, watching you hover that muffin close to your mouth, but stop as she looked up at you.
>You swear, you've never seen the derpiest puppy eyes in your life, so much so that your heart dropped a little as you tsk a bit.
'Well, that's cheating...' you mutter as you exhale a breath, smirking.
'I take it you're not going to leave me alone about its hrmm?'
>She shook her head, a defiant look as she kept staring at the muffin.
>You sigh...but grin as you push another muffin forward.
'Would a banana nut work?'
>She shook her head.
'Blueberry?'
>Another shake
'...Carrot?'
>A third shake as you sigh with defeat.
'Fine...' you mutter, putting it down and gently pushing it towards her 'you can have it-"
"MUFFIN!" she shouted as she grabbed it and literally swooped off to her seat, tucking the muffin close with glee before she started to nibble it.
"t-Thank you Mr. Anon!" she said as you gave another sigh.
'You're welcome...miss.'
"Derpy!" she called as she continued to nibble her muffin, a slight...blush on her face.
'Well, you're welcome Derpy." you said as you started to see the last of the students file in.
>its now 9am.
>time to get this show on the road.

Derpy FTW!

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>>11381561
>ftw

>>11381612

I'm just that outdated

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>>11381561
>ftw

>>11381508
Sadly I got work soon, and fortunately, this is the end of this chapter, gives me a chance to at least plot the demise of these kids and figure how I'm going to approach this.

All I know is that I do plan on doing a 'golden star' reward system for creativity, knowledge, and friendship, so its going to be rather...interesting...to play their reactions.

>>11381713

Well done dude, I hope to see the next episode soon, keep up the good work

>>11381737
Thanks man, always looking for feedback and support too, helps me get better.

>>11381845

I like the ideas you posted for your future episodes

>>11381876
Hey guys, what's Norman's gamertag?

XxAryan_BeautyxX?

>>11382253
No idea, I actually don't know how xbox work, I don't own any console because I'm a poorfag. You are free to input anything you'd like in the stories you write

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>>11382253
xXxMasterFightFuxXx

The real question is: What is TRIXIE's gamertag.

>>11371868
For first part, this: >>11371881
For second part: Because this particular writer forgets stuff he wrote mere moments before.

>>11371827
Replace his hat? REPLACE HIS HAT?!
Pic very much related.

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>>11382422
>tfw he ask Rara to make her a new hat
>she complains that he actually looks better without it
>Rary pls
>she unwillingly makes him a similar hat with little difference

>>11382422
Trixie's is obviously xXxGreat&PowerfulxXx

I wonder if we can come up with a back story to Norman's attire (hat and jacket), I think he's the most out of place with the way he dresses

>>11383255
His favorite uncle was a disco sensation but once disco died so did his spirit. His uncle wasn't the same, when Norman was born his uncle showed him his moves. Norman as a kid had a back for it. One day a disco competition was coming up. His uncle feuded to relive the dream again. At the competition Norman cheered for his uncle who boogie so hard he had a heart attack. His uncle was so lively until he died on the dance floor. Irony that he lived again to only die. His dad is the younger brother and his uncle was the eldest which is why he had a heart attack. Norman wears his uncles old clothes he found in the attic. He occasionally listens to disco records on his uncle old record player. He thinks vinyl records are the best sound.

>>11383380
Wow autocorrect on my sister's phone is worse than mine

>>11383380

I cried a little.

On Norman's father, is he still a troll?

>>11383461
yes, he is a Rusemaster

>>11383484
cool, also Norman's parents are very under used, I think I'm the only one who has written them a bit

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>>11383380
>>11383461
I immediately thought of this guy here
Oh, geez, I wonder why?

>>11383585
He could actually be related to Norman

Brown hair, disco style, who knows, maybe he is pony Norman

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>>11383645
>He could actually be related to Norman
This right here

>>11383380
>He thinks vinyl records are the best sound

He's got some neo-disco sounds like Justice in his collection. Scott came to find out he had a record player gaining some respect for Norman, but was instantly lost after he discovers the contents of Norman's vinyl collection. Scottie went out of Norman's house indignant calling him and his parents a "miserable plevs'

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>>11383461
im my headcannon Norman's dad looks like Jameson.

>>11384031
Of course, the disco guy is his uncle afterall, according to RnR66

>>11384031
without the mustache right?

>>11384161
Moustache included
In fact... we could work something with it.

>>11384226
I'm hoping to see it

>Captcha: wellnao arrive

>>11384268

>Parents-Career-Day
>Dad comes to school
>Everyone immediately gives us disgusted looks as we walk around
>Probably the mustache, plus my reputation
>Time for Dad to talk comes
>"Hello everyone. I'm Norman's dad and I'm a shower technician."
>Dammit Dad...

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>>11384451
>not a Gas technician

>>11384451
I'm liking this, at least he didn't say he was selling curtains

staying alive

bumping a last time before sleeping

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>>11387210
wow, what a good surprise before my sleep

Thanks dude, using it for the next op

>>11387210
Only immediate complaint is Pinkie's body disappearing in the space beneath Rara's hand.

>>11387210
*Saves because Anon is there*

Awesome stuff man, really awesome.

>>11387210
Should Rara's hand have five fingers showing? It kinda looks like a doctors glove that you inflated when you where a kid.

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>>11370729

>Be Norman
>Monday morning
>Just one more week until classes start up again
>Which means only one thing
>"Hey Purple, now that you can get rid of Octavia's magic, mind dispelling my hat?" - I asked as I stood next to her, holding my hat
>To say I had puppy eyes on would be putting it lightly
>When she lowered her notebook and looked at me, my pants almost became a landfill
>"Pu-Purple?" - I stuttered as I stared at her - "Your eyes!"
>"What about them?" - she asked coldly, placing her notebook on her lap and reaching for me hat - "Hand that."
>"Well they're all... green and red and glowy!"
>As she wrote what I assumed was a canclling rune on my hat, she raised an eyebrow at me
>"Of course they are. This is black magic I'm dealing with here. Don't worry, I'm not letting it get to me past this." - she said as she practically smacked me in the chest with my own hat
>"There. Now quit bothering with trivialities and with stupid questions. I need to keep studying."
>"Sheesh... sure you aren't?" - I thought to myself as I put on my spell-free hat
>Expecting to immediately get taken over again and thrown out the window, I waited for a second
>"What is it? You think I didn't do it right?!" - Purple growled at me
>"No, no, nothing like that! I'll... uh... I'll be going now." - I said, leaving my room
>I didn't feel like staying with Purple today...
>Heading downstairs, I went to get something to drink at the kitchen
>Only to have Spike start barking at me like a maniac from outside
>Come on, I made sure to fill his bowl and plate to the brim this time!
>Screw this, I'm out of here!
---
>Sitting on a bench at the park with a coke bottle, I started thinking
>Maybe it's about time I pull off an intervention and take that thing away from Purple
>HOLYFUCKINGSHITCRABCLAW!!!

(68/?)

>>11389084
Yes.... Yes!... YEEEEESSS!

>>11389084
Reminder to self. Proofreading is good.
Damn typos.

>Brad struggles to see the dirt path he’s on with the mud coating over it.
>There were many times when you had to triple check the map to make sure you weren't lost. >The signs tell you you’re on the right path, so no worries about not finding the right place.
>Brad makes a final left turn into a paved path to a house.
>The automatic lights to the garage turn on and light up the front of the wall.
>You’ve never seen any bigger wall to a house before in your life!
>From the lamp’s glow, all you can see is an elegant wall as far as the light reaches!
>Luckily the door is in the light’s range, so getting inside won’t be a problem.
>You and the dog both get out after telling the others to stay in the van for a bit.
>As you step out the car, you use your jacket as an umbrella.
>Before you begin to walk to the passenger seat, something seems off.
>It’s an unnerving feeling that you can’t shake.
>Like you’re being... watched?
>The dog seems to understand this feeling to. He begins barking wildly into the dark.
>Eventually, after surveying the yard, you shrug it off as just a feeling.
>You and the dog walk to the passenger side.
>In the rainy weather, you still care about the Aryan Beauty.
>You open the door for her and share your jacket as an umbrella.
>”Thank you Norman.” said the White Wonder.
>Like a true gentlemen, you lead her inside.
>Brad follows with his jacket over Purple.
>After you’re both at the door you give the rest of your jacket to Rarity as you open the door for her.
>It was unlocked, as expected of a secluded area such as this.
>The inner hall was dark and the lights were all off.
>You give Rarity a ‘ladies first’ gesture.
>As she walks in you follow close behind to protect her.

(4/?)

>>11389461
>The dog scurries inside and shakes himself dry. Oddly enough, he made sure to avoid splashing the White Heat with his mud. What a smart dog.
>All three of you are inside the dark foyer.
>It’s sort of weird, you’d kinda expect someone to be here to greet you.
>The White Gem seems the most confused about this. Her aunt probably promised to be here or something.
>Brad finally closes the door behind him and shuts on the light.
>The room glows and glistens with look of regality in every corner.
>It’s like you’re in the fanciest place in the world!
>You haven’t seen this much gold before in your life!
>Brad and Purple give a ‘ooo’ and ‘ahhh’ as they stare at the trinkets that must be a thousand apiece.
>The Aryan Beauty seems least affected by this, probably because she’s the prettiest gem of them all.

(5/?)
That's all for now, I got other work to do.

>being Norman
>Parents got a new Job in another town so we have to move
>I got transfered to the local school
>first day in new school
>What is wrong with these people and their colored skin?
>they hear me
>"OMG SO RACIST"
>"Yeah, check your privilege, white scum."
>People start calling me a skin head.
>It's going to be a long year


Welp, guess I'm gonna be reading these threads now. Fucking laughed.

>>11387210
I wish The Adventures of Normal Norman was an animated series.

>>11389563
Would most certainly be Bradical

>>11389563
I would cry tears of joy when hearing that.
>>11389563
http://pastebin.com/eHUgCxh7
Shameless self promote.

>>11389572
>choice of shoes
My fucking sides already

>>11389572
I fucking lost it at the spoilers
never ever stop writing based tool

>>11387210
y Norman all serious?

>>11389685
Because Purp put him in a bad mood.

>>11389685
Everything he has to put up with? Man I'd be grouchy as hell too

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>>11389084

>"Hi Normy! What you doing?"
>"Goddammit Pink, you almost gave me a fucking heart attack!" - I though to myself, getting up from the floor
>Pink sneaking up on me is one thing
>Doing so in a crab costume is... entirely another
>"Say, do you like my costume?" - she proceeded to ask
>"Hi Pink." - I answered, finally back on my feet - "It's... uh... where did you get that?"
>"Oh, Applejack made it for me! From REAL CRABS, can you believe it?!"
>Dammt Orange
>Got to wonder what else she and her family are doing with all those dead crabs
>"Actually... yeah, I can." - I answered, taking a sip from my coke - "Feels like a real shell."
>Wait
>Feels?
>Looking down, I could see my left hand had grabbed unto Pink's right-pincer-covered-hand
>Oh shit
>Almost immediately, I tried to remove my hat with my right hand but it was too late
>"Pink! Take my hat off, quick!" - I yelled
>"Silly Normy! Your 'Aryan Mistress' isn't here! Unlike her, I like your hat!" - she said as I grabbed her other hand
>...and started leading on a Salsa routine
>"Oooh, if you wanted to dance you could have asked!" - said Pink, going along with it
>"No, Pink, take my hat!"
>"Fine, fine you silly billy." - she said as I spun her around
>Taking my hat off in the process, hanging it from a pincer
>Cutting off the routine, I took my hat from her
>"Thanks Pink, now come on! If that just happened, then I've got a feeling we're not safe out here!" - I said, dragging her along, returning home
>"Awww, but I wanted to dance!"
---
>I immediately rushed into my room
>"Purple, we got a problem! My hat's still enchanted!"
>"No, I'm pretty sure it was cancelled." - she answered without removing her eyes from her notebook
>"And I'm pretty sure it wasn't! I was just at th-"
>"At the park and Pinkie took off your hat, right?" - she stated

(69/?)

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>>11390090

>"Ye... yeah. How'd you know?"
>"That was me, not Octavia. Don't worry, you weren't in any danger. I just needed to test that spell. So thanks for your help."
>As far as I know, I've never been angry at Purple
>Annoyed? Sure
>Butthurt? Most definitely
>But this was the first time I'd ever felt legitimately enraged towards her
>Crushing my hat, I threw at her face and stormed out
>I don't even think she took a second look to see if I was gone

(69.5/?)

>>11390095
But when is Norman gonna hate fuck/rape Purple?

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>>11390536

>>11390095
>after using a dark power, the person using it becomes a dick
Is Purple secretly Tobey Magure?

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>>11390831
Maaaaaaybe. I can definitely see the similarities.
>1000000 hours in photoshop

>>11390965
will norman have hot buttsecks with octavia? please?

>>11391021
this. right now.

>>11391077
im glad im not the only one

>>11391077
Norman forces Octavia down and grabs her sweet nazi ass? I'm hard already.

>>11391110
>Norman! Mein ash can't hansles your sveet, throbbing cock!

>>11391118
>"Nein! Du are to cum inzide! No vhere else!"

>>11391021
>>11391077
>>11391108
>>11391110
>>11391118

I might end up doing this as something on the side after the main story is done. Or during it if I'm feeling bored/bummed out after Finals.
Alternatively, I might rise to the challenge and work it into the story itself, because why the fuck not.

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>>11390965
I dunno, they look like the same person.

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>>11391164
Do it

>>11391136
>Yes mein fuhrer! Explode inzide mein tight ash! Fill me up vis your hot shpunk!

>>11391164
>working in nazi octavia buttsex into the story

all of my internets, boners, and poniponi to you, if you pull it off.

>>11391183
I don't know why that made me so hard.
>"B-but Norman! Zat is vhere ze dutch chocolates come from!"

>>11391202
my sides

>>11391118
>>11391136
>>11391164
>>11391183
>>11391202
im glad i said that >>11391021

>>11391202
holy shit I can't breathe
>"Yes! Claim zis filthy jew as part of your vaterland!"

>>11391269
D-don't shtick it in mein gass chamber!

>>11391307
Holy fuck you're too good at this.
>"M-Mein conzentration kamp ishn't big enough for you!

>>11391307
>>11391352
Reminder to self:
If doing this, don't use puns and euphemisms.

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>>11391307
lel
capcha: obicille Materna

>>11391365
oh god please. no. You have too. You have to make this so littered with puns that not even people with nazi musician fetishes wouldn't be able to fap to it.

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>>11391352
>"I zink zat vas a lethal injection...."

>>11391379
I'm dying, jesus christ
>"I zink I vill have to take you back to mein kampf, and keep you zhere for a long, long vhile"

>>11391400
>"Th-that's one big wurst!"

I've come to think. what does octavia look without the green wig?

>>11391379
>>11391400
>>11391407

>"Los, Stalinorman! I already Zhukov'd your Kruppe, so hurry up and shtick your Kursk in mein kampfgruppe!"

BRB, becoming an hero.

>>11391432
Probably her regular pony hair.

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>>11391439
As I imagine it, it's pretty much any humanized fanart of her. And pic related being with her wig on.

>>11391438
>>11391376
Imma let y'all finish, but this guy has the best idea of all time! OF all time!

>>11391439
my dick. i never knew it could get this hard it hurts

>>11391407
>>11391438
I can't handle this. I need water.

>>11391463
Seriously, the more puns it has, the greater it becomes. It transcends carlos. It reaches a new level of pun. A level not even thought possible to exist.
An Aryan pun master race.

>>11391572
>"B-bitte cum inside mein reichstag!"

>>11391631
>"If du pleazure me vell enough, I might just let you into mein third reich~"

>>11391631
i need more
capcha:amazing Invorcoi

>>11391664
>>11391673
Inb4 Norman yells gesundheit at the end.

>>11391679

If this ends up happening, I'll post links to a pastebin for it. Don't particularly care for Scruffy's mop being shoved down my throat.

>>11391679
>Octavia demands that Norman Zieg Heils before he gets to fuck her ass

>>11391704
I don't care, just make it happen. It's way too glorious not too, and I'll feel like I helped make something truly awesome happen.

>>11391704
please do your own version of it and not just some fic for shits and giggle wit all the real emotions n' shit you know?

>>11391722

Besides the fact that dubs demand it, I believe I know just where I want to stick it in the main story. No pun intended.

>>11391756
Make it some side story/dream sequence shit.

>>11391756
>mfw i started something amazing

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>>11391679
>norman

>>11391788
Yeah... I don't think we're thinking of the same person.

guys im sleeping now. i hope you continue to make hot german buttsecks fics

>>11391829
K. Bye random anonymous person.

>>11391829
later dude

I loved every second of this thread, why did I have to sleep, I lost all the nazi discussion

>>11392442
nah, it pretty much just died.

>>11392456
All those puns were gold.

>>11392486
I'm glad you think my puns were good.
did nazi that coming. I thought they were pretty shitty (like that one right up there) to be honest
>"Mein ash! Your panzer iz too much!

>>11392564
I thought they were funny

Do we really -still- need bumps?

>>11395383
so it seems, the most active period seems to be when I'm asleep

>>11395383
By the way tool, I'm adding your pastebin to the next thread's Op

>>11395488
Fine by me.

>>11395488
>>11395530
As long as you call it "Tool Time."

>>11395559
I mean, I'nm adding it to the post, not to the paste bin, the one owho does the pastebin is not me, I always make the thread though

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>tfw I've been in hiding
>tfw I haven't followed the thread

>mfw my stories are allowed now

>>11396487
Good thing you can finally step out of the shadows.

>>11396487
You are now free to spread justice and love over the whole world

>>11396614
>>11397274
So I did a request fic over at the other place.

He asked for Brad to rape pregnant Sweetie. It's an alternate timeline and not canon to the Derpy saga but I think you'll enjoy it. I'll post it when I get home.

>>11397274
Justice plz.

>>11397427
Eta?

>>11397439
Half an hour.

While Based sorts out his own business, how about oneshot requests?

>>11398838
Hey hey hey, it's Faaaaaaaaat Albert.

I have to format the text a bit, but I'm ready to post the story when you are.

>>11398916
My body is ready.

>>11398916
>Brad woke up Sunday morning to his phone blaring in his ear.
"What the hell," Brad said, "Do she have a fetish for calling me at 7 AM?"
>Brad groped at the air above his nightstand, hoping to silence the irritating tone.
>After knocking over almost everything off the dresser, including his My Little Pet Shop toys, he snatched the phone and brought it to his face.
>INCOMING CALL FROM RARITY
"Oh Christ," Brad said, "What now?"
>Brad pushed the talk button and stuck the phone net to his ear.
>He moaned out a groggy "Hello"
>"Hey Brad!" Rarity wasn't that loud, but to Brad it felt like a foghorn had gone off.
"Hi," he sighed.
>"Sorry to bother you," she said, "But I need somebody to tend to Sweetie Belle."
"Oh," Brad said, "Again?"
>"Oh come now Brad," she whined, "You're so kind to her. She loves having you over."
"But she's such a pain to take care off," Brad said, "Everything needs to be just so with her."
>"She's pregnant, Brad," Rarity said flatly, "We've been over this. She is going through an extremely tough time in her life, and no one has shown any support besides you."
"I'll be paying a different kind of support soon," Brad thought.
"I suppose you're right. When do I need to be there?"
>"Seven o'clock tonight. I need to get my weekly facial and no one will be home."
"Not even your parents?"
>"They've gone on a cruise. They never invite me to go on a cruise with them," she grunted.
"I'll be there tonight, Rarara."
>"Why does everyone call me that?"
>Brad didn't get a chance to answer as he heard the phone hang up.
>Brad sat back on his bed, his night taken up once again by Sweetie Belle.
>Granted it was his fault, if it wasn't for that night at the prom he would never have to watch it.
>He didn't have a lot of experience with pregnant women, especially ones whose reproductive organs had just developed.
>He needed some help on the subject.

>>11398992
>He pulled out his phone and dialed Twi's number.
>After a single ring a tinny voice called to him.
>"Hello?"
"Hey Twi."
>"Oh hey!" she said, "What's up?"
"Do you think we could pull a quick study session today? Maybe after lunch?"
>"Sure thing, Brad," she quipped, "What do you need help with?"
"I was hoping you'd be able to tutor me on the reproductive system…you know…for health class."
>Twilight laughed, "Of course I can. Why do you want to know?"
"The whole system just fascinates me," Brad lied, "I wanted to know how it all works. Conception, I mean."
>"Alrighty then," Twilight said, a slight tone of suspicion in her voice, "Meet me at the Spaghetti Kon restaurant at 1 PM. I'll teach you there."
"Thanks Twi, you're the best,"
>Brad hung up the phone and turned on his Xbox.
"I wonder if Norman's online," he said, "Maybe he'll play some Kill Confirmed with me."
>Brad checked his friends list and was happy to see Norman's gamertag pop up.
XxAryan_BeautyxX is now playing Black Ops II
>Brad had a few hours until lunch time. He wanted to put tonight out of his mind for now.

>:Lunchtime was awkward as shit
>Brad fumbled about, asking question after question about the female reproductive system, almost to the point of creepiness.
"What's that thing?"
>"That's the uterus, Brad. It's where the fetus grows."
"What's that thing?"
>"That's the cervix, it's the entrance to the uterus."
>Regardless, Brad absorbed all the information he was presented.
>He started to realize how complicated the female system was.
>It had more parts than Final Fantasy had sequels.
>All the male system had was a tube attached to a pair of glands.
>Brad went back home knowing every nook and cranny of a woman's equipment.
>He even knew all the biophysical processes that come with pregnancy and how the woman's body is essentially leeched off of for nine months.
"It's great to be a guy," Brad joked.

>>11399033
>Three hours, that was all he had left of his weekend.
>He rolled back over on his side to fetch his laptop from beside his bed.
>He opened it and navigated to /gif/.
>He didn't masturbate to it, but instead just watched.
>He came across a flashing thread and swore he saw Pinkie's perky tits staring back at him.

>After three hours he gathered his clothes and left, locking the front door behind him.
>He threw his bag in the car and drove off for Sweetie's house.
>He had brought his laptop in case he had some free time to himself.
>Brad didn't masturbate often, but his libido had been unusually high that month.
>He had been having flashbacks of the night of the prom, most of which shamefully aroused him.
>Lost in thought, Brad hardly noticed that he had arrived at her house until something rapped at his window.
>Brad rolled down his window and was greeted with a bright white face.
>"Bye Brad!" she said, "Sweetie's favorite snack are marshmallows, and her TUMS are in the fridge."
"Okay, okay," Brad said, waving his hand dismissively, "Relax, I've done this before."
>Brad left the car and made his way towards the house.
>He turned to wave goodbye to Rarity as she sped away.
>Brad opened the door and shouted across the house.
"Hello?" he yelled, "Anyone home?"
>No response.
"Hellooooo?" Brad shouted louder this time.
>"Hello?" a small voice called out to him from upstairs.
>Brad raced upstairs with a smile.
>He opened the door to Sweetie's bedroom, and smiled at the sight.

>There Sweetie was, lying supine on her bed.
>Her blanket covered her body, draping over her sides like a curtain.
>Brad couldn't help but stare at her.
>She was tiny, barely big enough to fit her bed, and yet she seemed off.
>Sweetie's hands lied on her stomach, distended like a balloon.
>Her stomach bulged from the bed, pulling the small blanket up with it.
>Brad looked up from her body to see two green eyes staring at him from a pale face.

>>11399048
>"Hey Brad," she said weakly.
"Hey," he replied, "How've you been kiddo?"
>"Good, I keep getting tired so quickly though."
"Must be the child," he thought, "It's stealing her energy.
>"Come here, Brad," she said, "I want to show you something!"
>Brad obeyed her and walked towards her side.
>Sweetie leaned towards him and whispered to him.
>"I can feel him moving!" Sweetie rubbed her stomach as Brad looked down.
>"Go on, put your ear against it!"
>Brad leaned down, pressing his ear against the blanket.
>Sweetie's sloping stomach throbbed, pulsing as the fetus kicked.
>Brad listened to the child, his child, gently rapping the sides of Sweetie's womb.
>It seemed eager to get out.
>It wanted to see his parents, stirring and thrashing inside her.
>"Isn't it adorable?" Sweetie smiled.
"Yes," Brad said, "Yes it is."
>Sweetie avoided the elephant in the room, as did Brad.
>"My stomach is so big," Sweetie said, "Everything is growing."
>Brad looked at her in confusion.
"Everything? Growing? What do you mean?"
>"Well, it's a little embarassing…" Sweetie blushed, "Promise not to laugh at me?"
"I won't, Sweetie," Brad said, "I promise."
>Sweetie nodded and grabbed her blanket.
>She pushed her sheets down, past her neck and stopping just above her groin.
>Brad stared at the presentation before him.

>>11399058
>Her stomach was round, extended far past what it looked was possible.
>Her belly button pushed outward ever so slightly, a cute little button on top of her stomach.
>Brad's attention was more immediately placed on Sweetie's chest.
>Her breasts were no longer flat like before; they were much larger.
>They had grown to B-cups, not much, but an incredulous size for such a small body.
>They looked like balloons, ready to burst, as the jiggled innocently.
"Wow, Sweetie," he said, rubbing his neck, "You weren't kidding about growth."
>"Why are they doing this, Brad?" she asked innocently.
"They're just getting ready for the baby, Sweetie," Brad said, remembering his lesson with Twilight, "They're producing lactose."
>"Oh, okay," Sweetie said. She held her hand to her mouth as she yawned.
>"Hey Brad, would you please get me a Coke? It helps me stay awake."
>Brad smiled and nodded.
>Covering Sweetie back up, Brad turned and went to the kitchen.
"Damn! She's even hotter than before!" Brad thought as he grabbed a Coke bottle from the fridge.
>He entered Sweetie's room to find her almost completely asleep.
"Hey Sweetie," Brad cooed, "I got your Coke!"
>Sweetie looked up at him and greedily took the bottle from him.
>She took a sip as she looked up at Brad.
>She noticed a distinct bulge in his pants.

>>11399066
>"Hey Brad," she said, "What's that?"
>She pointed at his crotch. Brad looked down and started to sweat.
"Well, Sweetie," he said, "Rarity said to give you some medication…to help the baby grow. I'm keeping it in my pocket."
>"Really? That's kinda strange," she laughed, "I didn't know there was medicine for that."
"Yeah, brand new…"
>"What kind of medicine is it?"
"Oral," Brad said, a borderline Freudian slip.
>"Aw," she said, "I hate that kind. I like pills more."
"Don't worry Sweetie, it's not–"
>Brad stopped short when he saw Sweetie's eyes shut tight, her mouth hanging open.
"Um, Sweetie?" he asked, "What are you doing?"
>"You said it was oral," she said, "Come on. let's just get it over with."
>Brad's boner intensified as he stared at Sweetie.
>She was practically asking for it, her mouth open, eyes shut.
"Um, okay Sweetie," Brad stepped closer and took off his pants.
>Brad's cock twitched just in front of her mouth.
"Sweetie," he said, "this medicine has a special tube to drink from. You have to suck it out. Keep your eyes closed too."
>Sweetie nodded innocently, opening her mouth wider.
>Brad guided his cock into Sweetie's mouth, her lips wrapping around it as he pushed.

>>11399080
>Brad jerked as Sweetie obediently sucked.
>She took the instruction literally, sucking Brad's shaft like a straw.
>Brad kept from moaning as he moved his hips back and forth.
>Sweetie's tongue cradled and curled around his dick, trying to coax the fluid out.
"Deeper, Sweetie," he said, half moaning and half with instruction, "It makes the medicine come faster."
>Sweetie nodded and moved her head deeper further down his shaft, his dickhead gracing her palette.
>Brad cupped Sweetie's head in his hands as he throatfucked her.
>It felt incredible, her mouth was so small that his cock stretched her lips.
>Sweetie kept her eyes shut the whole time, never knowing what was being forced in and out of her mouth.
"Sweetie," Brad moaned, "The medicine…is cumming soon. Go faster."
>Sweetie thrust her own head back and forth, eager to drink the "medicine".
>Brad was in a world of pleasure.
>He was making a girl suck him off, and she didn't doubt him for a second.
>Brad leaned his head back and thrust as fast as he could.
"Here it comes, Sweetie–"
>Brad hardly managed to get out those words as he came.
>Brad shot into Sweetie's throat, hot strands of ejaculate splashing inside her mouth,
>Sweetie winced a bit at the heat as his cock pulsated.
>To make matters worse, Sweetie was sucking the tip with full force, milking Brad for every drop.
>Brad breathed deeply as his cock grew flaccid.
>It slipped out of Sweetie's mouth as she swallowed.
>"That medicine tasted funny," she said, "It was really hot, too."
>Brad quickly put his pants back on and stroked her hair.
"Yeah, it's a little odd," he lied, "but it will make the baby grow. I promise."
>He gave Sweetie a quick peck on the cheek and left her to sleep.
>All Brad could think about was what had just happened.
>He had had the best blowjob of his life, and he had tricked Sweetie to do it!
>Images of her breasts flashed inside his mind, coupled with the scenes of oral sex made him hard again.
>He had to finish.

>>11399089
Is Milky Way banned now because of the images or the stories?

>>11399146
Because of the pictures.
Milky in Equestria High

>>11399146
Images

>>11399089
>Brad was sleeping off his erection when he heard a moan coming from down the hall.
>"Brad…" a voice called, "I need your help…"
>Brad looked over at the clock.
>It had only been 20 minutes since his impromptu blowjob
"What could she need now?" thought Brad as he swung his legs off the couch.
>He walked groggily towards her room.
>The moans grew louder as he approached the entrance to her room.
>Unsure of what he would find, he opened the door and stepped inside.

>"Brad…" she groaned, "It hurts…Make it stop…"
>Sweetie's face was contorted in pain and her body twitched violently.
>Her hands cradled her breasts.
>They appeared swollen, her nipples were a dark red shade.
>Blue streaks snaked around her breasts, throbbing as blood was forced through them.
>Brad squinted and swore he saw beads of a white fluid trailing off of her pale skin.
"Sweetie," Brad knelt beside her, "What's wrong?
>"My chest," she cried, "It hurts…"
>Sweetie let out a cry, which was abnormally cute.
"What hurts Sweetie?"
>She blushed and pointed at her chest.
"Ohhh," thought Brad, "Twilight told me about this. Must be the lactose buildup."
"It's okay Sweetie," Brad said, "I'll make it all better."
>Brad leaned down and gave her a kiss on the forehead before leaning down to her chest.

>Brad breathed deeply, trying to work out his thoughts.
"It's not sexual," he thought, "Just keep calm and help her out."
>Brad clasped his hands around Sweetie's breast, a light moan escaping her lips.
>His hands fit around her tits like they were doorknobs.
>He slowly compressed the base of her breasts before slowly dragging his hand upward.
>"Oooh~" Sweetie sighed, waves of pleasure coursing through her.
"It's okay, Sweetie," he said, "Just relax."

>>11399235
He swiveled his hands around the top of her boobs, gracing his hand delicately over her nipple.
>He moved his hands only slightly faster, squeezing her breasts between his hands.
>Brad began to notice the small white drops growing in size when his hands neared the top.
>Her nipples stood high, begging for something to tend to them.
>Brad leaned his head downward, bringing his lips to her nipple.
>Sweetie screamed as Brad sucked on her teat.
>"Brad," she cried, "That hurts so much…please…"
"It'll help you Sweetie, I promise."
>Brad opened his lips and took nearly half the breast in his mouth.
>Sweetie began to moan, a mixture of pleasure and pain.
>"Brad," she groaned, "I feel something moving…"
>Brad looked at her with some confusion.
"There's no way she's cumming already," he thought.
>"It's coming out…" she cried.
>Brad was shocked to feel a warm splash of fluid wash over his tongue.
>The fluid was warm, almost body temperature, and was somewhat viscous.
>It tasted incredibly sweet, a mixture of sugar and cinnamon.
>Brad was lost in ecstasy, his lips forcing as much fluid out of her as possible.
>"Oh Brad," she smiled, "That feels…so much better…"
>Brad wasn't quite done. He shifted his mouth to her other nipple and sucked hard.
>He squeezed rapidly, trying to coax the ambrosia from her body.
>He was breastfeeding, drinking her milk like a greedy infant.
>It wasn't long before Sweetie sprayed her lactate into Brad's mouth.
"God damn,"Brad thought, "This tastes amazing."
>Brad drank until her breasts shrunk about an inch.
>Her reluctantly took his mouth off of her with an audible pop.
>Sweetie lay there, her face lost in bliss.
>"Brad…" she panted, "I feel so much better now. But, what just happened?"
"You lactated, Sweetie," Brad said, licking his lips, "Perfectly natural."
>"It felt so weird…like I was feeding you…"
>Sweetie had a point. He had essentially drank Sweetie's milk, greedily extracting it from her like a newborn.

>>11399258
"Yeah," Brad rubbed the back of his head, "Feel better now?"
>"Mmhmm," she yawned, "Can I get some sleep Brad? I feel so tired…"
"Sure thing, kiddo," Brad said, turning off her light.
>"Good night, Brad," she sighed.
"Night," he said, closing the door.

>Brad felt incredible.
>He had just played with Sweetie's breasts, which is a gift in its own right, but he had also drank her milk.
>Sure it was a bit creepy, but it tasted so damn good.
>The more he thought about it, the harder his cock grew.
>He needed something more. One last thing before his mind was at rest.
>He would give her a half hour. Half an hour before he made his next move.

>It was the longest thirty minutes of Brad's life.
>When the clock struck nine, he sprung off the couch and practically ran to Sweetie's room.
>Brad exhaled and prepared himself.
>He opened the door as quietly as possible, leaving Sweetie undisturbed in her sleep.
>He looked at Sweetie with lust in his eyes, staring at her supine form.
>Brad grabbed the blanket and slowly moved it down, passing her breasts, passing her distended womb, and finally passing over her legs.
>Brad stepped back to admire her bare body.
>Even in the dark her white skin stood out dramatically.
>Her tight, somewhat swollen breasts bounced as she reacted to the cold.
>Her womb hung off her side, cradled by the mattress.
>Her slender white legs traced a path to her nethers, a small pink slit on her pale canvas.
>Brad's cock grew larger as he stared at her folds, the center of pleasure and the origin of life.
>She was lying on left side, the proper sleeping position for pregnancy.
>She was in the perfect position to be the little spoon.
>Brad stripped down to his birthday suit, freeing his erection as it pointed straight for Sweetie.
>Brad sighed as he grabbed the blanket and slipped behind Sweetie.
>He pulled the blanket over them, hiding their bodies.

>>11399274
>He slipped his hand to Sweetie's crotch, feeling a dry pair of lips.
>Brad wanted to get the night over with, so he took no time in fingering her.
>He rubbed his hand across her slit, progressively getting faster as her pussy lubricated itself.
>Brad heard Sweetie moan softly as he massaged her clit.
>He took his two middle fingers and eased inside her.
>Her pussy was incredibly small; Brad had to force his fingers inside.
>Her walls latched tightly to his digits, sucking them inside.
>Brad's fingers started to ache as her pussy lips loosened.
>It was much easier to finger her now, although she was still very tight.
>Brad went slow to prevent Sweetie from waking up.
>He removed his fingers from her pussy, dripping and slimy from their adventure in the cave.
>Brad decided that she was ready for him.
>He grabbed her right leg, lifting it to provide him easier access.
>He wriggled his hips closer to her's, his groin pressing against her small buttocks.
>He pressed his body close to her, his breath cascading over her neck.
>Her pussy recoiled slightly as his cock prodded her lips.
>Brad inhaled, curling his other hand around her breast.
>He moved his hips forward as he penetrated her.
>Her body recoiled and she whimpered as Brad forced his way through her canal.
>There was no hymen this time around, but her pussy seemed to resist his intrusion.
>Her walls tightly constricted his cock, trying to force his cock back out.
>Brad was too strong for the contractions to do much as he bottomed out.
>His tip pressed against her cervix, the entrance to her womb.
>Brad's cock was inches from his own child, dangerously close to it's origin.
>Brad was worried about entering the womb, but remembered what Twilight had said.
>"The fetus is protected from penetration by the amniotic sac."
>Reassured, Brad dragged his cock back along her folds and thrust back inside.

>>11399282
>Brad went slowly, easing himself inside and out.
>Sweetie stirred, moving her boy slightly to the side.
>Brad's movements rippled through Sweetie, shifting her forward with each thrust.
>He slid his hand under Sweetie, cradling her stomach.
>He traced his hand across her womb, gliding along her globe of life.
>Brad felt his child kick, fighting to protect its mother from the intruder.
>Brad wondered if his child knew it was him.
>He wondered whether or not it knew that he was ravishing her mother's body, taking her against her will.
>If Sweetie didn't accept the assault, than her body was lying to her.
>Her pussy pulsated against Brad's cock, massaging his shaft as he pushed.
>Her cervix tightened, determined to prevent anything from reaching the baby.
>Brad was upset when he felt his climax approaching.
>Sweetie's body was showing the early signs of orgasm.
>Her abs were so distended that Brad hardly noticed her stomach contracting.
>Her breasts started to expand ever so slightly, beads of milk pooling on her nipples.
>Brad focused, trying to remember everything he had read.
>All he could think of was the word oxycotin, and that it had something to do with orgasm.
>Brad felt a large well of pleasure under his stomach, a wave of electricity spreading to his limbs.
>Brad started to move faster, careful not to slam his hips into Sweetie.
>Her womb swung back and forth, sloshing the fetus around her uterus.
>Without any sort of warning, Brad felt Sweetie melt between his fingers.
>Sweetie's orgasm was light; she hardly stirred as her vaginal muscles contracted.
>Her breasts leaked of milk, much less than when Brad had tended to her.
>Brad shook his head. It was a waste of milk.
>Brad felt her walls pulsate, waves of muscle rippling up his cock.
>Brad couldn't hold back any longer. He pushed against her cervix as he came.

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>Cum rocketed from his cock, swirling around her cervix.
>Brad's groin contracted, pumping continuous loads of semen into Sweetie's tunnel.
>He felt his cum pooling up inside, running up past his shaft.
>He moaned as Sweetie's pussy milked him, just as he had half an hour before.
>He felt himself go flaccid as her pulled himself out.
>Cum dribbled onto her left leg and down to the mattress.
>Brad lay there, panting heavily, listening to Sweetie's own heavy breathing.
>He could hear her heart beating quickly.
>He brought his ear to her bare stomach.
>He heard a series of tiny thumps. They seemed to match Sweetie's.

>Brad put his clothes back on and covered Sweetie with the blanket.
>He gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
>He left the room and went downstairs.
>He went to the thermostat and turned up the temperature.
"There," he said, "That should make the cum liquefy faster."
>Brad was incredibly thankful for Brad's tutoring, even if it was for nefarious means.
>His mind and body finally at rest, Brad looked at the clock.
>Rarity was still an hour away.
>He lay on the couch to watch some TV, but his hormones caught up with him, passing him into sleep.

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>He was awoken by Rarity nudging him awake.
>"Hey Brad," she said, "Thanks for all your help. You can go now."
"No problem, Rarara," he laughed, "Anytime."
>"Do you think you could watch her next week?"
Brad smiled, "Sure thing."
>"Maybe you could watch the other girls too! You seem so good with her."
"I know what you mean," he said, "Sweetie was so much more affectionate today."
>"Well I'm sure she'll be happy to see you next week, Brad," she smiled, "I'll call you next time I need you."
"Alright, just one thing."
>"Oh?"
"Don't call me so early next time. A man needs his sleep."
>"I promise," she laughed, "Now run along home. You've been a big help."
>Brad waved goodbye as he went out to his car.
>He went back home with the events of that night in his mind.
>He had tricked Sweetie into sex, and she trusted him every minute.
>Brad reveled in his victory that night.

>Oddly enough, Brad tried to replicate the taste of Sweetie's milk, but only came close.
>He heated up a glass of milk with sugar and cinnamon added to it.
"Close," he said, "but it's just not the same."
>Brad shrugged and drank it constantly.

>Twilight wondered why every lunch period he added a packet of sugar and a pinch of cinnamon to his milk.

>She decided not to question him.

That story was way too much fun to type. It's obviously not canon with the Derpy story.