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Griffon Thread, T.C. 08/14/15(Fri)17:26:37 No.24294543
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>"Excuse me, M-Mr. Green Face, but I had a bad dream, and I was wondering if I could sleep in your room tonight?"
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>>24294543 (OP)
>Patting the bed next to you as she looks up.
"Hop on up kiddo."
>Crouching low, she wiggles her rump in preparation for the jump.
>Springing up she gives a single flap of her wings and lands next to you.
>Setting her blanket down from her beak she turns three times on it before settling down on top of it.
>Tucking her forelegs under her chest she smiles sleepily, "Thanks Mister Anoners."
"Sleep tight Pretty Kitty."
>Closing her eyes, she slips her head under a wing before nuzzling up against your side.
>Reaching forward you gently scratch the top of her head as she dozes off.
"Gnight kiddo.", you whisper.
>Her nearly silent purring makes you smile.
>Looking up to the doorway of your bedroom you see your wife looking on. Her eyes shimmering with tears.
>Silently, she slinks to the bed. Climbing up with her innate feline grace she slides herself under your other arm hugs herself against you.
>Laying a foreleg on your chest as you hug her gently. Softly, you turn down and kiss her feathery brow.
>The fears you had about adopting now long gone, you settle down to sleep, wrapped in the warmth of your now complete family.


>"So, what are ya in for?"
>Lowering your book you look to your new cellmate as he slides closer to you on the bench.
"Boop, combat petting, belly rubs, brushies, bear hugs and boop.
>"You said boop twice."
"I like boop."
>With a blank stare your cellmate inches back to the other side of the bench as you resume your romance novel.


>>26323986
>Be Anon and you gon get raped.
>"Grrr! I'm gonn rape you!"
"No Pinke no!!!"
>rape
>There were party poppers and confetti when she came.
>Also pie and punch afterwards.
>At least the day wasn't all bad.
>You fucking love pie and punch.
>and you're no longer a virgin too.


One-shot time!
Write a story based on what you last listened to.
>>27834354
>Be Anon.
>On Earf.
>Suddenly a gamma ray burst hits Earth destroying everything you love and as a bonus everything you hate
>Luckily for you, you were wrapped up in a tinfoil bodysuit at the time.
>If a tinfoil hat can keep away them government waves away a suit should be even better protection.
>Turns out much to the frustration of the snake people in the Shadow NSA you were right all along.
>Also it worked great to turn all that ultra powerful electromagnetic goodness into some kind of star trek technobabble spacetime warp transporting you to a new dimension.
>Flashing into a new reality with a muffled zap and a hint of ozone you fall to your knees on the soft grass in the fields outside of Ponyville.
>Wow! A whole new world! A new beginning for you to shape as you see fit.
>This is your second chance and it will be great!
>Unfortunately for you the atmosphere is mostly a mixture of nitrogen and carbon dioxide.
>Gasping, you fall to your knees.
>Collapsing into a crinkly tinfoiled heap on the soft grass the last song you heard springs forth into your fading mind as you fall back and your vision tunnels as you look up to the warm sun.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JH5xdrlE2dM [Embed]


>The pink pony leads you off to the side of the bar and throws her foreleg over your shoulders before whispering in your ear.
>"So, I heard you like to party bru."
>You nod.
>"My friends said you were legit....," She sizes you up for a moment. "Aight, lets get this party started."
>With a flick of her hips she spins a fannypack around to the front and unzips it.
>"I got the good shit right here buddy."
>Reaching in she pulls out a hooffull of brightly colored baggies and fans them out.
>"I got poppers, snaps, streamers, confetti, balloons, big and small of course..."
>Holding up a hand you cut her off.
"Naw. I need the good shit Pinks. Not this kiddie funtimes bs. I need the real stuff"
>Her eyes narrow. "Big boy adult party time huh? Aights, I gots this."
>With a whistle she catches the attention of the bartender and motions towards the rear exit.
>He winks back.
>"Meet me out back in five yo."
>With a sproing she hops off to the other side of the bar as you make your way out front.
>Passing the crowd of exiled to the curb smokers you make your way out back and wait.
>With a creak the backdoor opens and Ponki trots out, laying a bag at your feet.
>"Ok big boy, take your pick"
>Kneeling down you open the bag.
>Aw yeah son, grownup party tonight.
>She gots Trivial Pursuit, Risk, Monopoly, motherfucking You Don't know Jacks on playstation...

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