import 4.code.options;
import 4.code.about;

class Header{

public void title(){

String fullTitle = "/mlp/ - Pony";

public void menu();

public void board();

public void goToBottom();

public void refresh(a);

class Thread extends Board{
public void NEETPONE#27(OP Anonymous){

String fullTitle = "NEET PONE #27";
int postNumber = "32878512";
String image = "1489725.png";
String date = "08/31/18(Fri)17:47:44";
String comment = "Stories about NEET ponies,
we were to lazy to even bump edition

Greens may involve:

•Floor Bored, the fandom's favorite filthy forever alone nymphomaniac NEET
•Moondancer, Wallflower or other (potential) neetpones
•Anon(you) intruding on the neetpone's life
•Being a NEET with her, or looking after her and getting her life back together
•Being a lovely boyfriend for your neetpone
•Turning neetpone into the perfect wife
•Lots and lots of hot dirty NEET sex

Previous Thread: >>32708274


Life and trials of NEETpone:
NEETpone Girlfriend:
NEETpone's Day Out:
Raped and cared for NEETpone:
Retail Anon and Poor Floor:
Floorb's Inner Thoughts:
Coming Out Of Your Shell:
Flooring them all:
Paradise Skies:
Floor x Wallflower:
Ghostfloorb Stories:
AWF's untitled WIP (still ongoing):

Archive of unnamed stories and oneshots:"

public void comments(){
if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32879511 && dateTime=="08/31/18(Fri)21:43:50")

">immediately slips to page nine after being revived two days late
Dammit thread, you're not supposed to be populated entirely by people who consider Floor Bored to be a kindred spirit!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32880411 && dateTime=="09/01/18(Sat)02:13:32")

"I guess this tread is dead....for now";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32880526 && dateTime=="09/01/18(Sat)02:55:30")

>I guess this tread is dead....for now
No way. Its staying alive, if for no other reason, than to wait for Floored updates."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32880806 && dateTime=="09/01/18(Sat)04:32:43")

"I was thinking about that story where Floor lives in the human world, but can't find a job, and what jobs she might have been able to get before that point, and well...

>Floor needed money, and she needed it soon.
>She has just used the last of her savings to pay up to the end of the month, and now only had a few dollars for food.
"Why... why is it like this?" she moans, cheek resting against her desk. "It was supposed to be different here."
>She had been so sure technology was her calling, yet, as much as she loves it, her flank is still bare, and her employment is still zilch.
>With a sigh, she pushes herself up, and moves her mouse, getting the screen to light up.
>Well, time to bite the bullet again and see if she can't find something to pay the bills.
>Opening up the search engine, she ponders how she should go about it this time, then decides it's best to play to her strengths.
>That way, she won't end up working at the docks with smelly fish for a week before being fired.
"Strengths," she says under her breath. "What are my strengths."
>Well, it's probably best to start simple.
>What is she?
>A pony?
>Okay... what do humans want ponies to do?
>Maybe pull heavy things?
>She's not that tough, despite being an earth pony, so she marks that off her mental list.
>What else, then?
"... Augh, why does everything have to be hard!" she groans, rubbing her eyes with her hooves. "Okay, come on, Floor, you can do this! You have a fricken library of all human knowledge right at your hoof-tips, for crying out loud!"
>Right, so why not just ask the almighty Iinterwebs?
>And so she types, "What jobs do people want ponies for?"
>Huh, modeling?
>She's not pretty enough.
>Pony rides?
>With the state of her back?
>No way.
>Deciding to pursue that line of thought, Floor begins to research, discovering that ponies have become many parents' go-to choice for watching over their young.
>Kind, caring, and great with kids.
>That's what everyone says."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32881006 && dateTime=="09/01/18(Sat)05:40:08")

>Ponies are in such demand, in fact, that Floor nearly does a dry spit-take when she sees some of the pays.
>Eighteen dollars an hour just to watch some brat?!
>She has two eyes!
>She can do that easy!
>Quickly, Floor starts looking into how to find gigs, and ends up on a hiring website making an account.
>Age, sex, and most importantly, species, are all filled out eagerly by the mare, and her heart nearly bursts out of her chest when, only mere minutes later, her inbox starts to get requests.
>Honest to Faust jobs.
>She starts looking through them, and notes there's nearly one for every day of the week already.
>Why, she can practically pick her own hours and work only when she wants to.
>Taking a deep breath, she reals herself back in, eyeing the rating next to her name.
>It's nothing now, neither positive, or negative, but if she messes this up enough, it'll fall into the red, and the job requests will dwindle to nothing.
>Taking another calming breath, she starts looking more closely at the jobs.
>None are offering the pay that first got her excited, but there's still a few decent offers.
>thirty dollars for five hours.
>Twenty for three.
>Quite a few of them are far away, though.
>She'd have to take a bus, which means money spend getting there.
>She licks her lips at one that mentions ordering pizza for the sitter and child, and she has to fight from clicking on it right away.
>Keeping that one in mind, she goes through the rest before deciding on one.
>Fifty dollars for seven to midnight, dinner included, and, most importantly, only three blocks away, so she can walk.
"Well, John and Jane Mous, looks like little Anon Y. Mous has himself a pony babysitter," Floor says to herself, clicking the accept button.
>Tomorrow night, Floor Bored will have her first ever babysitting job, and until then, she's going to look up as much free advise as she can to make sure she doesn't blow it.
>It won't look good if the first kid ends up dead."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32881009 && dateTime=="09/01/18(Sat)05:40:50")


Update is all brewed up and ready to go. Posting tonight when I get home."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32881024 && dateTime=="09/01/18(Sat)05:46:37")

Sooo.. Anyone interested?
Personally, I don't have the time right now to go all the way, but if someone wants to pick it up, I'd be ecstatic to read it.
Heck, I'd even be willing to do a post-for-post writing with someone, like they do the next part, then I'll write one, and they take it from there."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32881512 && dateTime=="09/01/18(Sat)09:29:41")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32881684 && dateTime=="09/01/18(Sat)10:58:54")

Definitely a prompt we haven't seen before. Sounds fun, I'd read it. I can't write for shit, though..."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32882468 && dateTime=="09/01/18(Sat)14:14:34")

lets bump until that update"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32882473 && dateTime=="09/01/18(Sat)14:16:40")

fyi: neetgirls irl are NOTHING like the ones in anime"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32882479 && dateTime=="09/01/18(Sat)14:20:38" && image=="Manga_Floorb_V2.png")

We know.
Why else would we be here?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32883003 && dateTime=="09/01/18(Sat)16:19:59")

You think Florb self-inserts herself into nieghponiese comics she occasionally draws?"

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32883245 && dateTime=="09/01/18(Sat)17:20:04")


> At least Anon didn't ask why she was suddenly in her own room. That was a small blessing. He merely poked in his head to say bye, then left for work.
> Maybe he didn't notice the scent.
> Floor Bored sighed. He probably smelled it. His sweatpants, which she'd hidden under her bed with all the bottles, were soaked in it.
> She would try and wash them some time when Anon was gone from the flat.
> Just... not today. The mare didn't feel like getting up.
> Was Anon disgusted with her if he really had smelled what she'd done? He probably was. She doubted he would ever take her in his bed again.
> How did you even go about making that happen?! Floor barked a laugh and whispered to herself to taste the words:
"Hey, I re-really liked yesterday. M-Mind if I sleep here again?"
> Yeah, that was totally stupid and weird.
> She decided she would figure it out. Somehow, she'd try and make it work between them. Anon was too nice to lose.
> The first thing was to take care of herself. That meant a shower.
> Floor remembered that Anon had just been in there and blushed. She knew what would happen, but now she wanted it.
> Just once more, as a goodbye. Then she'd start being good. Being *normal*.
> As the pony leapt from her bed, she clamped her tail tightly down so she wouldn't leak on the way. She was already getting excited again.
> It was a hard thing to do, but Floor Bored made herself stay in the living room that entire day. She watched movie after movie, waiting for the human to come back.
> Floor had a plan.
> She knew if she went to her room, it would just be games until the early hours of the morning, after which she'd either fall asleep in her chair, or manage to crawl to her bed."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32883248 && dateTime=="09/01/18(Sat)17:21:07")


> Anon would come from work, say hello, then go to his own bed.
> But if she was sleeping on the couch, maybe he'd stay up and chat with her a little. The fact that she had nothing to say was a problem, but if she watched some of his movies she'd perhaps think of something.
> People talked about movies, right?
> Besides, she wasn't sleepy, not yet. Not after spending the entire day cuddled with Anon. It was amazing just how restful that had been. Now that she thought about it, Floor couldn't imagine how she could ever nod off like that.
> Dead-tired, that was probably the key. That was what she hoped to be by the time the human came from work.
> Maybe if she was exhausted enough, she wouldn't cream herself when Anon joined her on the couch to eat.
> He always ate on the couch and watched something or other on the TV.
> That gave her an idea. The mare wondered if she should cook something. That would be the normal thing to do, right? Greet the human with a hot meal when he came home for a hard night's work.
> All she could do was boil noodles, but maybe that would be enough. Yes, Floor decided, she would do that.
> Somewhere around six A.M. she'd get started and it would be ready just as Anon walked in the door. He was *bound* to like her after that!
> The pony couldn't help smiling a little at the thought. She could do it, too! And then she would sit with him and talk a little over their dinner.
> She still didn't know what about and the movies weren't helping. Floor realized she hadn't been paying attention as her mind raced with hopes and plans and dreams.
> Now it was getting cold in the apartment and the mare shivered a little. She didn't bother pausing the high-octane action on the screen as she went to fetch her blanket."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32883253 && dateTime=="09/01/18(Sat)17:22:08")


> She glanced at the computer longingly. One or two games, or maybe a cartoon would pass the time quicker. Why not? She could still go to the couch after, right?
> The pony had promised herself she wouldn't. It was too risky. She wasn't tired *right now*, but it was still night.
> Better make it just a quick episode and a single match at most!
> Besides, The TV was on, so there was no way Floor would forget about her couch plans.

> ~~~~

> "Hey, Floor, why is the TV on full blast?" Anon was asking right behind her.
> The mare jerked awake and peeled her head from the keyboard. A line of drool connected her to the table, but she quickly wiped it with a foreleg.
> The human sighed. "It stinks in here, open a window. And when was the last time you changed the bed sheets? Sheesh!"
> Before Floor Bored could remember what was happening, the human reached around her and slid the window open. The noise of the traffic outside became louder.
> The mare tried to get some coherent thought going.
"Bre- uh, breakfast. Gotta... mmm, gotta make noodles. Couch?"
> The human raised an eyebrow at her. "What?" he asked, bemused. "What are you going on about?"
> Floor rubbed her snout with a hoof and yawned. Maybe it was because she was sleepy, but she was a lot less nervous around the human. Even her voice sounded firmer, more confident.
"Sorry, I wanted to make you breakfast. Must've f-allen asleep."
> She gave Anon a sheepish grin and lowered her ears in embarrassment.
> Of course he couldn't resist smiling back and tousling her mane.
> "At least you took a shower. Good job," he praised. "Now, let's see about your sheets. I'm gonna do laundry today anyway.""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32883260 && dateTime=="09/01/18(Sat)17:23:10")


> He picked up her pillow and began undoing the buttons to free the pillowcase. "What was that about breakfast?"
> Floor stretched out all four legs and yawned, nearly falling from the chair in the process.
"Oh, I w-wanted to cook."
> She was starting to feel nervous again. Now that she said it out loud, it sounded stupid. She couldn't really cook. Even something as easy as pasta would probably burn, or boil over, or whatever it was it did.
> About the only thing she could reliably make was Ramen and that was just pouring hot water in the plastic cup. Besides, Anon had none of that in the flat.
> "Oh?" he asked, freezing in the process of pulling the sheet from the bed so he could stare at her. "You sure? I wouldn't mind."
> Now her face was positively glowing and Floor focused her eyes on the sliver of light between the wall and the curtain. Sun was coming up and it looked like a nice day outside.
> The mare remembered she hadn't been out since she'd arrived at Anon's. She liked it that way, but it wasn't exactly 'normal' for a pony.
> The human went back to working on her bed while she thought up an answer.
> Maybe honesty? It would be easier than trying to explain why she had burned down the building with her lack of skill.
"Uh, but I don't r-really know... uh, h-how..."
> Her voice trailed off in a squeak.
"... cook."
> Anon dropped the sheets on the bed and went to pat her withers. "Don't worry, if you wanna try, I'll teach you. It's real easy."
> Celestia help her, it actually sounded nice! Housework and chores sounded *pleasant* if Anon would be doing them with her!
> Maybe that was why the other ponies did it?
> Before she knew it, Floor had a stupid little smile and nodded.
"Yes please!""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32883265 && dateTime=="09/01/18(Sat)17:24:12")


> Laughing, the human gave her shoulder a little squeeze, then went to pick up the cloth on the floor.
> Unfortunately that meant he had to bend down.
> "Huh? What's..." he said and reached under the bed.
> The mare froze, her breath caught and she felt as if someone had plunged her in a vat of acid.
> Immediately adrenaline pumped through her veins. She didn't have to see what Anon pulled from under the bed. None of the options were good.
> "Floor," the man said very carefully and straightened up with the yellow, dirty cloth pinched between two fingers. He didn't want to touch it too much.
> "Floor," he repeated and held out the offending item so she could see it. "What happened to my sweatpants? Did you do this?"
> Her throat constricted and the pony struggled to breathe through her nose. She put her hooves over her head, as if expecting a beating.
> Maybe she would get it, but what stung more was the disappointment in Anon's voice. Her own, too! Just when she had been having a halfway normal conversation with the human!
> He took a step closer and held the cloth right before her nose. The full force of her own smell assaulted her, along with a remnant of Anon's sweat.
> Floor whimpered a little, but she still refused to lift her head up.
> "Did you do what I think you did with this?" the human demanded. He sounded angry.
> She couldn't take it. With a sob, Floor Bored slid from the chair and bolted. She paused for a fraction of a second in the hallway and considered going outside. The front door was probably unlocked and Anon certainly couldn't catch her.
> But then what?
> She had no money, no friends and no place to go. If she was really lucky the pony embassy wouldn't be too far, but all they would do would be to send her home."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32883273 && dateTime=="09/01/18(Sat)17:25:14")


> That was definitely the worse fate!
> Choosing the lesser evil, the mare turned to the kitchen and ran, hooves ringing on the hardwood of the living room and then on the kitchen tiles.
> Of course Anon could find her, but Floor wasn't thinking more than a few seconds ahead. She just wanted to get away for now. And she was a champion of putting off the future.
> She ended up under the kitchen table. The table cloth hung over the edge, giving her at least an illusion of camouflage and safety.
> The human hadn't followed. Floor listened for a while, until she heard him sigh and sit on the bed.
> Then she curled up on the floor and tried very hard not to weep.
> Eventually he would come for her. He would undoubtedly be extremely mad. Maybe if she apologized...
> That was impossible, Floor knew that right away. She wouldn't be able to look Anon in the face, let alone speak with him.
> What he might do then, the mare couldn't fathom. Nothing good, most likely.
> Maybe *this* would finally be the last straw and he would toss her out.
> At least she wouldn't have to face him anymore if that happened."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32883282 && dateTime=="09/01/18(Sat)17:28:25")


Ugh, this is about as much as I was able to edit without my eyes exploding. Been running around and shit all day, so I'ma go thunksnore for a bit and continue tomorrow morning.

I also updated the pastebin with the above:

Also - still trying to brain up a title... I'm really bad at titles."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32883476 && dateTime=="09/01/18(Sat)18:12:25")

thanks for the update"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32883669 && dateTime=="09/01/18(Sat)18:43:07")

Thanks for the update bro.
Fucking hell I'm pretty sure my face inverted from cringe the last 2 updates.
Goddamnit Floor."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32884099 && dateTime=="09/01/18(Sat)20:07:36")

Dammit Floor Bored, you need to communicate! Dammit Anon, you need to be omniscient to help that mare at this point."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32884938 && dateTime=="09/02/18(Sun)01:56:15")

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32885578 && dateTime=="09/02/18(Sun)06:03:40")


> Despite her misery, Floor Bored kept her ears up and listened closely to what Anon was doing. There was some swearing as he loaded up the washing machine, but mostly he stayed quiet.
> The mare didn't know what to make of it, so she just waited for what would happen next. Strangely enough, she managed to keep herself from crying.
> The situation was far too scary for that. She knew very well that she had gone beyond bad. She shouldn't have kept putting off cleaning up the stash of bottles under her bed.
> Taking Anon's clothes to masturbate with was also the epitome of wrong. At the very least, she should have washed the sweatpants immediately.
> Once the machine began sloshing and whirring, the human came looking for her. Floor whimpered quietly when he entered the living room. All she could see were his legs, but the pony imagined her roommate was furious.
> Of course he found her in zero seconds flat. He came to the table and sat on the floor, so he could look at her.
> To her surprise, his expression was... sad.
> Floor couldn't help but stare. She waited for Anon to speak, but he was silent for long, uncomfortable seconds.
> "Damn it, Floor," he finally sighed, "what the hell was that? Care to tell me why there's bottles of piss under your bed?"
> All she could do was squeak gently and shake her head.
> "I know you're messed up from all that shit with Easton, but come on!" Anon growled, making the mare draw away in fear. "I was hoping you'd come and talk to me before it got this bad!"
> Floor averted her face and sagged a little more. She was already on her belly, but she found some way to lower her shoulders that extra bit."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32885579 && dateTime=="09/02/18(Sun)06:04:43")


> "Hey!" the human snapped and pointed an accusatory finger. "Just tell me this - why are you pissing in bottles? The fucking toilet is one door down, for Chrissake!"
> Despite how bad it all looked, Floor didn't like his tone in the slightest! She didn't *like* shoving bottles up her and filling them up. She didn't *enjoy* wiping up the inevitable spills, nor did she *relish* the idea of emptying them out someday.
> They would be all cold and stink extra hard!
"I *had* to!"
> Anon was taken aback. He spread his arms helplessly. "Fucking *why*?!" he demanded.
> It was probably all over, Floor thought. She might as well tell him the truth.
"C-Cause I can't s-stand th- the bathroom! The f-fucking smell!"
> She even smacked a hoof on the tiles to make her point.
> "Why didn't you say anything?! I could've cleaned it more often or something. Switched the detergent-"
> It was barely a whisper, but it stopped the human talking.
> Floor had to explain it this time. No stammering halfway through sentences so that Anon had to guess. She couldn't stand him guessing about this.
"Doesn't stink. Smells of- of you. And it drives me crazy!"
> Unconsciously, the mare crawled forward so she could glare at the human better. She hadn't *liked* what the scent was doing to her. Yes, it was physical pleasure, but it messed her up inside!
> "Crazy how?"
> The pony took a deep breath. Here it came. The admission.
> At least he couldn't possibly think any worse of her. Maybe that made it easier. Maybe that made it possible.
> Floor Bored squeezed her eyes shut and said the statement she would probably regret an instant later.
"Crazy ho-horny. J-Just a whiff and-"
> She let her breath go and sniffed.
"...can't help myself.""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32885583 && dateTime=="09/02/18(Sun)06:05:45")


> Anon drew a sharp breath leaned back, as if suddenly afraid of her. His hands went to his mouth. "So that's why-"
> "-you took my pants and-"
> He finally fell silent.
"I r-remembered where I was. And- and your bed. I smelled..."
> They looked at each other for a while and Floor felt some kind of perverse pleasure to see the human blush like that.
> It helped that he was also embarrassed about it. At least she wouldn't suffer alone. She pushed it further:
"And I smell it every t-time I go in the shower!"
> "This sounds serious, Floor," the human said, at long last. "When did this start?"
> The mare tried to remember. She shrugged a little and hung her head.
"When I c-came here."
> Now *he* was the one looking contrite. "I'm sorry. C'mere," he invited and patted his lap.
> Much to her surprise, Floor realized she really did want a hug. But she knew what would happen, so she shook her head firmly.
"I-I won't... I'm gonna- no."
> Now the human had the audacity to smile. "It's fine. I don't mind."
> She just stared, until Anon repeated: "Come on. I don't mind, really. You can't help it. Maybe you need to start practicing until you can control it or something. I'll look it up."
> The pony had never, for a moment, imagined it could be a medical thing. She had always been a little too aware of her 'bits', ever since puberty. True- it had never been as bad as in Anon's apartment, but she juts put that down to the smells and herself becoming more depraved.
> Maybe the human was right? Did her urges go beyond Floor just being weird?
> She didn't move, so Anon just reached in and dragged her. She gasped, but didn't resist as she landed in that warm, welcome lap."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32885585 && dateTime=="09/02/18(Sun)06:06:55")


> She nuzzled against his chest, trying to enjoy it for as long as she could before her body ruined it.
> The arms encircled her and patted her back.
> "There's such a thing as nymphomania, Floor. It's a legitimate condition and I think you really should see a doctor about it."
> She shook her head against his shirt, but her heart wasn't in it, not anymore. If she really was sick, maybe a doctor could help. She didn't *want* to be like that.
> "Yes, Floor. No arguments. This is something we probably can't handle ourselves. I'll go with you, okay?"
> Something about the hug and the feeling of safety always made her walls break down. Tears were already starting to flow and Floor Bored couldn't hold back a sob.
> She felt herself being lifted with Anon's hand on her rump to support her. Strangely, it didn't excite her. It would probably come later - right at that moment she was still scared and shaken by her bottles being discovered.
> He had been angry at that, but way less than Floor had feared. Why was this damn human so nice and understanding?! It was completely unfair!
> She almost said 'I love you' in his ear, but her throat clamped up. No way Anon would believe it, not yet. She would have to work for it.
> They ended up on the couch and Anon peeled the pony away a little so he could examine her face.
> Floor blinked in the light and wiped a hoof on her mouth, spreading the snot around more evenly.
> The human smiled and wiped her clean with the sleeve of his shirt.
> She tried to stop it, but the pony was too slow.
"I- no, don't-"
> "Don't worry. I'll do another load of laundry before I go to work. I don't mind," Anon assured her.
> They just watched one another for a while."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32885586 && dateTime=="09/02/18(Sun)06:07:58")


> He was the first to speak up again: "Look, we have to do something about all of this. I probably should've done it sooner, but you seemed fine and I was tired from all the work and-"
> He fell silent and grinned. "Sorry. Just excuses. But here we are now. Wanna talk to me?"
> Out of habit Floor began to shake her head, but then she realized. There wasn't much more Anon didn't know. Maybe he hadn't guessed yet that she was falling for him, but it was surely just a matter of time.
> Maybe she should spill it and be done with it? No, Floor thought, it would be too pathetic. That wasn't as nasty a secret as her constant 'hoofwork' or the bottles. It could wait until she was a bit more certain.
> Aside from that last bit, the human knew her most embarrassing secrets now. And he *still* wasn't disgusted!
> Who even was this guy?!
> He took her silence as a no, so he went on by himself: "Okay, so let's make a few plans, right Floor?"
> She could do that much! The pony nodded slightly.
> "You're gonna empty out those bottles."
> Her ears flopped down with an almost audible snap. She didn't relish opening whatever was under her bed, nor did she enjoy the idea of tipping it out into the toilet. Not to mention what the combined smell would do to her.
> She didn't dare say no, however, so she just nodded miserably.
> "I'll get a few different kinds of detergent and we'll scrub the bathroom again, so the smell doesn't... bother you so much, okay?"
> This one was easier.
> The human tapped his lips with a finger as he thought. "I'll put a stack of towels in your room, for... uh," he began and blushed a little, averting his eyes."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32885587 && dateTime=="09/02/18(Sun)06:08:59")


> "For when you need them," Anon finished lamely. "Just toss them in the laundry when you're done. Or, better yet, in the washing machine. You don't have to hide what you're doing, I won't think any less of you."
> She didn't really believe that last bit.
"B-But so many times a d-day..."
> Anon barked a laugh and bopped his finger on her snout. She didn't even mind it this time. "Ha! You should've seen me ages fourteen to twenty four!" he exclaimed and chuckled. "Floor, we all do it. Maybe you just need to get it out of your system?"
> The mare couldn't believe him. Get it out of her system?! She'd been trying to do that for the past few weeks and it wasn't helping! If anything, it was getting worse!
> She muttered back darkly:
"Maybe I just need monkey cock!"
> Luckily, Anon didn't quite catch it. "Hmm?"
> She didn't even know where that had come from. But when she thought the words to herself again, they made some sense. A good night's rutting might just set her straight.
> Every night's rutting!
> There - it was happening again, 'downstairs'! Floor whimpered and tried to stand up, but Anon held her down with one arm.
> "No, Floor. Just ignore it, okay?"
> She couldn't help staring. She was basically creaming against the human and he just sat there, watching her. With a blush and failing to meet her eyes, but still!
> Maybe they were both messed up, Floor thought. She drew a sigh and tried to stop thinking about it.
> Anon apparently had the same idea, because he quickly changed the topic: "Hey, I just realized you haven't left this place in weeks. How about we get out today? Grab something to eat, take a walk. You know...""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32885592 && dateTime=="09/02/18(Sun)06:10:14")


> She didn't like the idea one bit. Out with Anon would just mean everypony - and every human - would be looking at her. Seeing her *drip*. Judging her!
> The embarrassment she imagined helped keep her mind off her current urge, so that was good.
> She focused on the proposition again. Leave the apartment. Maybe, but she would have to work up a lot of courage, first.
"I-In the evening, okay? Dark..."
> "Okay, sure. No problem. We'll go down to the riverfront, pick up a couple ice creams. We can start with short walks."
"I'll wear my hood- hoodie."
> Anon shrugged a little. "Sure. It's a bit warm for it, but if it makes you more comfortable. Okay, I don't work tomorrow night, so I guess it's a date."
> The pony almost smiled.
"Yeah! D-Date!"
> She shuffled uncomfortably and looked down. So did the human.
> "Okay. Uh, I have to shower and then I'll go to bed. I'm tired," he said, a little uncertainly.
> For a moment Floor hoped he would invite her to cuddle again, but he said nothing of the sort. She didn't dare bring it up either.
"Yeah, okay. I'll- uh. Go to bed, too."
> His face went all stern for a moment. "I want those bottles emptied out by the time I get up, understand? And I want you using the toilet from now on! You're not gonna beat this if you don't face it head on, Floor."
> The pony slumped a little and heaved a sigh, but she nodded.
> "When I get up, I'll teach you how to cook. We'll start with something easy, like scrambled eggs."
> That sounded a lot better and her ears perked up. A normal thing they could do together! Floor really liked the idea.
"Yes. Thanks!""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32885595 && dateTime=="09/02/18(Sun)06:11:17")


> He watched her for a moment longer, until the mare blushed and looked away. "All good now? I forgive you about the pants, but please don't use my clothes like that again, okay? And if you have a problem, please come tell me. I'm sure they have... like toys or something."
> And down her ears went again. But Floor Bored nodded.
"I p-promise."
> "Great."
> The pony remembered something else.
"Uh, y-you're not gonna have, uh- breakfast?"
> The man shrugged. "Not hungry. I'll just go to bed."
> She couldn't really blame him. Seeing what she'd done under the bed would ruin anyone's appetite. She wasn't sure she was hungry herself. She definitely wouldn't be after she finished dealing with the bottles.
> Sweet Celestia, she wanted to take a shower already and she hadn't even *touched* them yet! She certainly would take one after!
> The human once again guessed her thoughts, but that probably wasn't too hard. She was blushing bright pink.
> "There's a massage setting on the shower head, you know? Actually, I wouldn't mind you using that if it meant you took showers more often."
> Her eyes widened in anticipation, but then she looked down and blushed some more as she leaked against Anon's pants again.
> "Don't take this the wrong way, but you could use more showers, Floor. Especially if you're gonna... well, you know. That often."
> She nodded. The shame was flaring up again and the pony tried to wriggle free. This time Anon didn't hold her down and she slipped from the couch. She didn't dare look at how big a wet spot she had left.
> Her tail was already clamped against her. Maybe, Floor thought, she should get Anon to buy her diapers. It would make it easier."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32885597 && dateTime=="09/02/18(Sun)06:12:20")


> She got out of there before actually bringing up the suggestion. But just as she was leaving the room, Floor heard cloth rustle and Anon sigh. She glanced back just in time to see that he had stuck his hand down the front of his sweatpants.
> His eyes were closed so he didn't see her look.
> She blushed more as she realized what was happening, but it was also a relief. So he *wasn't* made of stone!
> More than that - she had a chance with him!
> Floor smiled to herself as she went in the bathroom to fetch a towel. In a few moments, Anon would probably get in the shower and *do it*. She would be just a wall's width away from that.
> The knowledge was making her leak harder. She hurried her steps. They could be depraved together, and the best part was that Anon wouldn't hear her moaning his name!
> She could even imagine he was whispering her name as he did it, too!
> Wait, wait wait wait. Floor froze right outside her door. Maybe *that* was why he hadn't tossed her out even after today? Did Anon have the hots for her?!
> Did she dare hope? She certainly didn't have to guts to ask him.
> She'd have to watch how he acted and talked on their date. Maybe he'd give it away and she would find out something to help her.
> Floor found she was actually looking forward to that part. Not the other-people-staring-at-her bit, but the spending-time-with-anon bit!
> Was *that* why ponies dated?! It would explain so much!"

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32885599 && dateTime=="09/02/18(Sun)06:13:44")


And here is the rest of yesterday's update. Hope it was a fun read. Also, starting to get back into that optimism thing!
Life looking up for poor little FloorB."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32885673 && dateTime=="09/02/18(Sun)07:16:42")

Yay! Optimism! Giggity, Anon wants the V"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32886336 && dateTime=="09/02/18(Sun)12:34:06")

>Floor is confused that anon can't sense her thoughts like the stallions in Equestria."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32886822 && dateTime=="09/02/18(Sun)15:33:18")

finally, some (forced by Anon but still) progress!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32887996 && dateTime=="09/02/18(Sun)21:09:36")

"Page 10 is no place for best NEET!";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32888545 && dateTime=="09/02/18(Sun)23:57:31")

"alright, why was i banned from the discord";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32888555 && dateTime=="09/03/18(Mon)00:01:02")

you weren't banned nitwit"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32888570 && dateTime=="09/03/18(Mon)00:04:58")

>caring about a discord server
You’re a special kind of tard."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32889267 && dateTime=="09/03/18(Mon)05:14:24")

"Babysitter Floor makes me think of foal fiddler Floor.
>KidAnon is sitting between Floor's legs, wiggling energetically as he mashes buttons, his tongue sticking out in concentration.
>He cheers upon finally winning, proud of himself for finally beating the mare.
>Floor, for her part, can hardly focus on the game when she has cute little boy so achingly close.
>In a few minutes, said boy will accuse Floor Bored of peeing herself.
>Sure, that's what that is.
>Definitely not a puddle of marecum."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32889311 && dateTime=="09/03/18(Mon)05:41:57" && image=="719B67F7-3592-48D9-92B3-6285EDEEB072.jpg")

huh people use those?
good joke. However I did have a idea of a story where she lures some random colt from some rundown park with free candy to her apartment The perversion would be that the candy would have some of her juices on them. However since shes such a scared introvert she pussies out on the actual rape at the end and they just hang out. The colt would keep coming back for candy, tv/vidya, and junk food, all of which his mom doesn’t let him have. eventually they build up a wierd relationship that would lead to lewd. However I am not confident in my ability to write."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32889364 && dateTime=="09/03/18(Mon)06:07:23")

Could be one of those stories where he moves away and she's alone again, the two never having done anything sexual, then one day, in the future, a handsome young stallion comes to Floor's door, and she's confused until he smiles and calls her by the nickname he used to use for her.
Que sweating and and spaghetti as Floor plays host to a young hotty eight years her junior, but legal, and she's pretty sure into her."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32889396 && dateTime=="09/03/18(Mon)06:20:00")


Give it a shot anyway. Writing ability is something which improves with practice and it sounds like a good prompt."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32889841 && dateTime=="09/03/18(Mon)10:49:12")

INB4 anon was just adjusting his balls after having heavy mare ass on them."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32890625 && dateTime=="09/03/18(Mon)14:57:28")

bump for more (not piss bottles)"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32891694 && dateTime=="09/03/18(Mon)18:56:25")

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32892587 && dateTime=="09/03/18(Mon)22:13:27")

"Wake up you lazy, filthy horse";

if(shpace && title=="" && postNumber==32892856 && dateTime=="09/03/18(Mon)23:14:30" && image=="0903182111a.jpg")


if(Scraggleman && title=="" && postNumber==32893345 && dateTime=="09/04/18(Tue)01:08:32" && image=="Wallflower with superior hooves.png")

"Haven't seen much Wallflower content in here in quite some time.";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32893799 && dateTime=="09/04/18(Tue)04:25:18")

We also haven't gotten many pony versions of her at all, either.
I mean, literally the Equestrian Wallflower, not the human one passing through the mirror.
I wonder who she is in Equestria."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32894056 && dateTime=="09/04/18(Tue)08:03:20")

"What do you think the Floor Bored of the alternate timelines is doing?
Eternal Night?
Sombra War?
Discordant Rule?
Changeling Invaded?
Flim Flam Industrial Age?"

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32894333 && dateTime=="09/04/18(Tue)10:51:46")


> Floor Bored stood on the threshold of the apartment, looking at the unfamiliar corridor and trying to control her breathing.
> She was trembling a little with nerves. Her entire world for the past month or so had consisted of being alone. She had even avoided Anon for most of that time.
> And now he was making her go out *in public*!
> Well, not exactly 'making her', but the human had been so insistent on their ice cream. Now that it was actually happening, Floor was no longer so sure she wanted it.
> She took a deep breath and felt the hood around her head. Without it, there would have been no way. With the hoodie, she was willing to try.
> Nopony could see her face in its shadow and she felt a little safer. Plus, it had been a gift from Anon. It smelled of the fabric softener he used.
> It would have been better if it smelled of *him*, but the mare didn't have an idea how to make that happen. With time, hopefully.
> "Take your time," the human said, patiently waiting outside the door with the key in his hand so he could lock up.
> Floor put an uncertain hoof outside and gingerly transferred her weight to it. The floor didn't burn her, nor did it fall away.
> Of course nothing was wrong with the ground, the mare chided herself. It was the people she was worried about.
> "They close at eleven, you know?"
> The jab actually helped. The mare gritted her teeth.
"Shut up!"
> She walked out of the apartment and even a few steps toward the stairs.
"Well, you coming?!"
> The human chuckled to himself and quickly locked their door before following her."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32894335 && dateTime=="09/04/18(Tue)10:52:50")


> It was lucky the building was empty. Hopefully, the streets would be, too. Floor had insisted on going as late as they could while still catching the small ice cream shop by the waterfront Anon had promised her.
> Supposedly, they had *the best* ice cream in the country. Despite herself, Floor was curious. The way Anon had described it, the stuff left a rainbow trail and sparkles in the air as you lifted the spoon.
> She very much doubted that. Not even Pinkie Pie could do that, or at least Floor Bored had never heard anything of the sort.
> Maybe Pinkie could do that. But certainly no human!
> She still agreed to go. Floor wanted Anon to like her and this was something he obviously wanted her to do. Therefore, she would do it, at great personal discomfort.
> They paused again at the main entrance to their building, but his time the mare didn't wait as long. She set her jaw and walked outside.
> It really was too warm for the hoodie, but she needed its protection more than she needed comfort. The pony glanced around and breathed a sigh of relief. The streets did look mostly empty.
> "No one is going to snatch you up," Anon volunteered.
"It's n-not that."
> She didn't really want to explain how the mere thought of people watching her made Floor squirm with anxiety. Of course, reason told her that people and ponies couldn't read her thoughts, but irrational fear defied reason.
> It felt as if anyone she would meet would immediately see the whore in her. And then they would stop to point and laugh. Some would even kick her or chase her away. Nopony liked a whore!
> No amount of telling herself it was just a senseless fear helped. Her heart was going a mile a minute and she was on the verge of hyperventilating."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32894336 && dateTime=="09/04/18(Tue)10:53:51")


> The human crouched down and put a hand on the hoodie, right where her ears were plastered tightly against her head.
> "Hey, relax. It's just a walk, okay? Want me to carry you?"
> That made it worse. Floor shivered.
"No! NO! What the fuck, they are already staring at me!"
> The human looked up and down the street. He even glanced up at the windows of the buildings around them.
> "Who is staring at you? There's no one out, Floor. Take it easy."
> She tried, but the mare shuffled closer to her human and tried to hide her face in his shirt.
"I dunno. Everypony! Everyone!"
> Anon hugged her briefly, then peeled her away. She stared hard at the pavement, but he just lifted up her chin with a finger.
> "Hey, relax, okay? People aren't looking at you. No one cares in this city. You'll be lucky they even notice you enough not to step on you. People don't care that much about others."
> She wanted to believe it, but she had proof to the contrary.
"You care..."
> The human grinned. "I'm different. Look, if you can't do this, we'll go back. Try again some other time I have a day off. Or a weekend, but it gets crowded."
> He patted her withers and stood up. "But I really think you should get over this. It's only going to get worse if you don't do something."
> Floor wanted to go back. Slip under the sheets on her bed and try to forget the world existed. Too bad Anon was right. She had avoided contact all her life, and it just ended up in a rut.
> She *needed* to change!
> There was a noise and the pony froze as she spotted someone coming their way. Unconsciously, she clamped her tail between her legs and shuffled closer to Anon, until she was pressing against his thighs."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32894337 && dateTime=="09/04/18(Tue)10:54:53")


> The mare held her breath as the pair of legs approached, passed them without stopping, then went on their way.
> She hadn't looked up to see who it was. Only when they were out of earshot did she breathe again.
> "See? Didn't even care enough to look at you. I'm telling you, at most you might get a few curious looks because you're a pony, but people are getting used to them by now."
"O-Okay. Okay, I got this. Which way?"
> The human leaned down to pat her head again. "Atta girl! This way. Tell me if it's too much and we'll go right back, okay?"
> The option helped. Having an escape route made it a little easier to follow Anon down the sidewalk.
> She needn't have asked, because Floor could smell the river. It was stale and stinky, but unmistakably moving water. She also heard distant music and laughter.
> It would be a very public thing, but she decided she believed Anon. People didn't give a shit.
> They hadn't given a shit when she asked them to step aside so she could mop in the computer store where she worked.
> And they certainly hadn't cared even a little about her and tried to push her around with their demands or complaints. They thought she would just roll over and give them refunds because she was a pony.
> Besides, if people here *did* notice her and laugh, she would kick Anon when they got back home for lying to her.
> Again and again the human claimed the riverfront was essentially deserted, but to Floor's eyes it was crowded. Humans everywhere, laughing, talking - even singing drunkenly.
> It was like a wave of noise and confusion that washed over them like the tide. The mare kept her nose almost to the ground, but so far not a single cry of 'whore' had sounded."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32894340 && dateTime=="09/04/18(Tue)10:55:55")


> Maybe everypony really wasn't out to poke their snouts in her business and hate her. Perhaps, like Anon had said, they just wanted a bit of fun out with their friends.
> A few children exclaimed upon seeing her - the first time it happened it nearly gave Floor a heart attack - but their mothers or fathers took one look at Anon and pulled their kids away.
> She would have to thank him for the way he glared. Most unfriendly. Of course they didn't want their children anywhere near him!
> Other than them, here and there someone pointed out a pony to their friends, but no one approached her or talked to her.
> Each mention and each pointing finger was like a knife aimed her way, but Anon was always there with a comforting squeeze or a pat. She got through it.
> Maybe she would never be able to completely ignore such attention, but it did seem to be getting easier.
> "Okay, this is it," the human said at long last. They had been walking for less than fifteen minutes, but it seemed like an eternity to Floor Bored.
> He pulled out a chair for her and the mare tried to jump up. Unfortunately, her legs didn't work exactly right and she just bumped her muzzle on the seat, before slipping back down.
> She froze and waited for the laughter, which didn't come.
> "Here, lemme help," Anon said and efficiently lifted her up by her barrel. Still no one remarked on the clumsy mare.
> Floor blushed despite that and touched her hoodie with her hooves to make sure it was still mostly hiding her face.
> The human took the seat opposite her and plucked a bit of paper from a wooden block in the center of the table.
> "Here's the menu. See if anything looks good. It's on me, so don't worry about the price," he said, graciously."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32894342 && dateTime=="09/04/18(Tue)10:56:56")


> The mare nearly smiled. A true gentlecolt, that one.
> Strangely enough, despite being out with the human and him touching her a lot to get her attention or calm her, she wasn't the slightest bit aroused.
> Maybe the fear of being singled out was enough to overpower her urges?
> Small mercies.
> Right now, Floor Bored pushed it out of her mind again and tried to focus on the menu. There were pictures and outlandish names.
> She couldn't make sense of them, even the few she could read by the flickering light of the candle on the table.
> Raspberry Sorbet? Bordeaux Cherry? Sundae - well, she knew approximately what that last one was, but there were so many different *kinds*.
> Many of them looked delicious, in fact. She ignored the names and looked at the pictures.
> Hopelessly undecided, the pony looked up at her human.
"What are you having?"
> He grinned and shook his head. "Nope. You decide for yourself."
> Floor sighed and rubbed her nose with a hoof.
"It all looks good!"
> "Then we come here again. Whenever we can, until you've tried them all. Just make sure you remember which ones you had, otherwise you might make a mistake and have some twice."
> She... didn't hate the idea. Now that she had braved the crowds and the scornful eye of the public, Floor certainly felt up to the task.
> Not to mention that a candle-lit table by the river was incredibly romantic. That couldn't have been a coincidence, could it? Was Anon... 'wooing' her?!
> She really would have to do it a few more times to be sure. His face and tone gave nothing away.
> Floor put it out of her mind and studied the menu again.
> If this ice cream was as good as it looked in the picture, she would even brave the 'weekend crowd' for it.
"Okay, this one, I think. No! This one.""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32894344 && dateTime=="09/04/18(Tue)10:58:06")


> She tapped the menu with her hoof and read the title.
"Banana Split? Yeah. Banana Split."
> The human looked at her strangely. "You sound as if you don't know what that is. Don't you have ice cream in Equestria?"
> Floor looked away to hide the blush.
"I never... w-went."
> "Why not?!"
> She hung her head and heaved a sigh. It wasn't something she enjoyed telling, but she answered anyway. It was Anon. If he hadn't laughed at her horniness, he probably wouldn't laugh at this.
"Popular fillies went there and I really didn't wanna meet them if I didn't have to. They made fun of me."
> "Why would they do that?" the human asked, staring in wide-eyed surprise.
> Surely she had mentioned it? At least over Internet chat, if not in person. But Floor gritted her teeth and said it again:
"I'm ugly. You know? All this?"
> She waved a hoof around her face to indicate her snout and mane.
> There was silence for a few moments. She waited for Anon to agree with her, but was saved by the waiter.
> Anon ordered first, but Floor didn't quite catch which of the Sundaes he wanted because she was working up the nerve to talk to the waiter.
> Any moment he would glance at her and expect her order. The mare swallowed and tried to make her throat work again.
> "And a Banana Split for the lady. Also two lemonades, that is fine, right Floor?" Anon said, making the mare gape at him.
> She barely remembered to answer:
> The waiter thanked them and left.
> Floor was immensely grateful to her human and flashed him a small smile.
"Thank you. Wait, 'lady'?!"
> Anon just waved it away and went on with their conversation as if they hadn't even been interrupted: "Anyway, whatever makes you say you're ugly? I think you're quite pretty.""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32894347 && dateTime=="09/04/18(Tue)10:59:09")


> It was flattery! That was definitely flattery! Floor felt light-headed with giddiness. She couldn't remember the last time anypony flattered her!
> She blushed extra hard and was ever more grateful for the protective hoodie.
> Then the pony stammered out a reply:
"N-No, I'm n-not. B-But tha- uh, thank y-you."
> "Well, I disagree. And you're welcome."
> A bit more of that and the ice cream would melt from the heat coming off her face before she could eat it. The pony tried to change the topic.
"So, how was w-work?"
> The human looked strangely at her. "I didn't go to work today, remember? That's why we're here."
> Feeling stupid, Floor tried to salvage it.
"I k-know. I meant yesterday..."
> "Oh. The usual, you know? It's pretty quiet at nights, but the boss leaves these memos. Son of a bitch goes out of his way to print them out and put them on my desk. As if e-mail isn't good enough!"
"Yeah, that sucks."
> "And then they blocked most of the Internet on the computers, so I have to squint at my phone screen to check anything. Annoying. Let's not talk about work."
> Floor nodded. She didn't mind. The question had done what she had wanted it to, which was distract Anon from talking more about how pretty she was.
> It was too embarrassing to see him lie like that.
> He wasn't a bad liar, though. Floor had nearly believed him.
> Maybe this really was supposed to be a romantic thing?! Oh, if only she could work up the courage to ask Anon, but the mare knew that would never happen.
> She'd just have to work it out by herself.
> They fell silent as the waiter came back with their drinks. Floor saw with relief that they had straws, which would make it infinitely easier for her to drink it."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32894348 && dateTime=="09/04/18(Tue)11:00:10")


> She suspected her hooves would be shaking if she hadn't had them clamped between her thighs. She would have to bring them up to eat, but by then, the mare hoped, she might have them under control.
> Maybe no one would see if she simply dunked her muzzle in the ice cream. Floor Bored looked around. While she did see people at other tables and even a few walking past, no one seemed to be paying her much attention.
> She relaxed a little and began to believe Anon had been right. Nopony cared. Well, there weren't any ponies other than herself, but nohuman cared either.
> The mare flashed a nervous grin at her friend.
"I- uh. I still w-wanna learn to c-cook."
> "Oh, sure thing. We'll make something tomorrow morning. Something easy, I think."
> Floor supplied his original suggestion.
"S-Scrambled eggs?"
> "Yeah, good idea. That's real easy," Anon confirmed. "We'll see how it goes and take it from there. By the way, wanna watch a movie tonight when we get home? I'm not really sleepy."
> He wouldn't be, the mare thought to herself. His normal daily routine was turned around. Anon had gotten up only a few hours ago and would be awake through the night.
> She wondered if she could sneakily 'fall asleep' over his lap while they were watching a movie. What would he do?
> Would he let her stay? Or would he carry her to her bed and tuck her in?
> Both of those sounded heavenly, even if Floor would never have admitted that to him.
> "What?" Anon suddenly asked and probed at his face with his hands. "Something on my forehead?"
> Floor blinked and scrunched up her muzzle in confusion.
> "You were staring. Thought I had something on my face."
> Again she blushed, but the pony managed to look away just in time. The hoodie was a godsend."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32894350 && dateTime=="09/04/18(Tue)11:01:12")


> That reminded her.
"Uh, I was w-wondering, if um... uh..."
> She rubbed the back of her head with a shaky hoof, trying to come up with a good way to ask.
> "Yes?" Anon asked quietly with an encouraging smile. "Just ask."
"If you'd, um... If you could get me another h-hoodie like t-this one?"
> She needed a backup hoodie in case anything happened to the one. Or in case her current one was in the laundry or something.
> "Oh. Sure, no problem. If you want, we can go together and you can pick out the color you like. Any anything else you need."
> Of course she'd have to work for it, but maybe that was a good thing. Floor *did* want to shape up for Anon.
> Their food arrived, much to the mare's gratitude. She could stop talking and eat. That would give her time to think of what to say next.
> It would also give her a chance to consider her strategy. In order to fall asleep in Anon's lap, she would have to be on it, or very near it.
> Blast, how did dating ponies achieve that without getting embarrassed?!
> It would take some plotting, that much was sure.
> The ice cream was delicious, though. Oh! That was something to talk about after their meal.
> Maybe Floor Bored was getting better at this 'interaction'!"

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32894353 && dateTime=="09/04/18(Tue)11:02:30")


Not much to add after that. Was a fun scene to write.

Also, I keep updating pastebin here, so you don't have to scroll up or check old threads for it:"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32894595 && dateTime=="09/04/18(Tue)12:43:32")

>Eternal Night
Actually taking frequent walks as it's hard to see at night and there is no sun blinding her.
>Sombra War
Being the wimp she is, probably helping other civilians supply the troops.
Alternatively, garrisoning some out-of-the-way location, afraid of her own shadow.
Alternatively, in recon team, weaving between enemy forces, gathering intel and going from one traumatic incident to another.
>Discordant Rule
Being an upstanding member of pony society with a steady job and big family of her own.
>Changeling Invaded
Lazing out with a few drones after she converted them to her NEET ways, providing some love as she clings to the only company she had for the last few years.
>Flim Flam Industrial Age
Starved to death.
Alternatively, dead-inside wageslave with a thousand-yard stare.

Speaking of alternative timelines, what if Floor meets her functioning normie bizarro-Floor counterpart from other dimension?
>inb4 freak out and go full /x/"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32894846 && dateTime=="09/04/18(Tue)14:12:59")

very sweet"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32895148 && dateTime=="09/04/18(Tue)15:50:26")

seems like its getting easier for Floor to talk
Also Anon is blind"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32895399 && dateTime=="09/04/18(Tue)16:52:36")

>Lazing out with a few drones after she converted them to her NEET ways, providing some love as she clings to the only company she had for the last few years.

The Equestrian finally bounce back and force the changelings out.
Hunting changelings becomes a Equestrian pastime.
Floor desperately tries to protect her little lazy family from being discovered.
She can't stand the idea of them being taken away and being all alone again."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32895723 && dateTime=="09/04/18(Tue)18:29:31")

Floor and Anon's date night is nice to see. I hope you eventually give her and Anon a chance to get lost in the moment together."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32896407 && dateTime=="09/04/18(Tue)22:47:42")

Happy Floor is good Floor!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32896940 && dateTime=="09/05/18(Wed)01:31:46")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32897750 && dateTime=="09/05/18(Wed)09:39:16")

her new hoodie better say "top mare" or "top NEET""

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32898616 && dateTime=="09/05/18(Wed)15:22:56")

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32899192 && dateTime=="09/05/18(Wed)17:56:57")

">Anon takes Floor to the carnival.
>Looses track of her in a crowd.
>Later finds her behind some rash cans, eating have eaten carnival food.
"Why are you like this?"
>"Don't judge me," she answers, holding out a stale elephant ear. "Want some?""

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32899307 && dateTime=="09/05/18(Wed)18:30:37")

I like the idea of creepy, no-social-tact Floor.
>Floor smells something intrigueing, realizes it's from some stranger on the street.
>She proceeds to walk up and smell them.
>"Hmm, you smell nice. Like Brussels sprouts and butter."
>Anon comes and grabs his friend pulling her back as she blinks owlishly up at him.
"Sorry! She... just got done with a dentists and she's still a little loopy."
>"No I'm not."
"Hush now, you silly pony. We need to get you into bed so you can sleep off that anesthetic.""

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32900574 && dateTime=="09/06/18(Thu)00:38:50")

"ohshit page 10";

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32901241 && dateTime=="09/06/18(Thu)06:34:58")


> There she was, on the couch with Anon, wrapped up in her stinky blanket - she knew this now, having had time out of the apartment to get her nose used to the fresh air again - and still no idea how to even approach him.
> Let alone get in his lap. Every now and then Floor Bored glanced at it and wondered if she should just do it.
> Anon would ask why, then she would blush because she couldn't really answer that. It would be an all-round disaster.
> At least, the pony thought, she was sitting closer this time. The human - bless his kind heart - took up his spot right at the edge, leaning against the armrest, but Floor sat a few inches closer.
> She was hoping he wouldn't notice. That was another answer she didn't have, should Anon ask.
> Why did it all have to be so complicated?!
> She was trying to get back into the movie when Anon reached for the remote and paused it.
> "Sorry," he apologized, "gotta take a leak."
> Floor had an idea as she watched him leave. As soon as the human was out of the room, she scooched a little closer toward the middle. With luck, Anon wouldn't even notice she had moved and the mare would have gained another few inches.
> It wasn't the *greatest* plan, but it was all she had.
> Also, it worked! Anon came back, took his seat and resumed the movie, all without saying anything. His hand, which came down to rest on the couch seat, nearly brushed her muzzle! She could practically feel the warmth of his skin.
> She'd have to work on it, but Floor was happy for now. Even so, her heart was beating rapidly again and she shuffled a little to pull her blanket under her rear, just in case.
> Maybe she shouldn't push it too quickly. Acclimate, right?"

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32901242 && dateTime=="09/06/18(Thu)06:36:01")


> Floor settled for inhaling Anon's scent and trying to suppress her urge to stick a hoof down between her legs. She wasn't even paying attention to the movie anymore.
> Her head lay down on the couch, her eyes were closed and she kept her breathing slow and regular.
> "Hey, sleepy already?" Anon asked suddenly.
> Floor quickly lifted herself up on forelegs and stretched, which made her yawn, putting a lie to her claim.
> The human didn't seem to mind. His hand came up to stroke the fluff on her muzzle.
"Uh, why do you k-keep doing that?"
> Not that she wanted him to stop! It felt nice.
> "Mm?" the human looked up with a slight frown, "what do you mean?"
> He had taken his hand away, so Floor patted her face with a hoof.
"This. Petting and stroking and scratching. It's like I'm a c-cat."
> The admission was making her blush, but with luck Anon wouldn't see it in the gloom.
> "Oh, sorry! I don't really do it on purpose, you're just cute and I have to pet. I'll stop-"
> He was trying to shuffle further away, but Floor hooked a leg around his thigh to keep him in place. She glanced down in surprise at her own boldness, but didn't take it away.
"D-Don't. It's ... nice. I was just wondering."
> "You sure? I don't wanna impose," Anon said uncertainly.
> This was her moment. Maybe her subconscious mind had found the way without Floor even being aware of it. She had no idea why she had asked the human that question, but now there was an opening.
> Before she could change her mind and chicken out, the mare pushed her head against Anon's shirt and nuzzled him.
"'s fine. Feels nice."
> Very hesitantly, the hand came back to scratch her ears. Floor firmly bit back the purr that threatened to come out of her throat."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32901245 && dateTime=="09/06/18(Thu)06:37:03")


> Anon spoke up, his words slow and uncertain. "I'm just asking 'cause you didn't seem too fond of it at first."
"Didn't know you w-well enough."
> All the touching was starting to do things to her and Floor was desperately trying to suppress them.
> It was just touching! Nothing sexual about it!
> Not yet, her twisted mind supplied.
> She wasn't looking at Anon's face, which was a small blessing. It meant he couldn't see her expression, or her blush.
> Strange how his shirt completely failed to burst into flames, though.
> At least Floor had her result now. She carefully hooked her other foreleg around Anon's thigh and laid her head down on his knee with a grateful sigh.
> It wasn't even slightly weird! His hand came down gently on her head to slowly twiddle her mane.
> Yeah, her blanket would probably be soaked soon, but that was alright. She would wash it the next day.
> Floor still couldn't focus on the movie, but she was no longer sleepy. Her ears were focused backward, on Anon, as she listened to his breathing.
> Each time he inhaled, his whole body moved a tiny bit. She was hyper-aware of that and of his heartbeat.
> The pony wondered if hers would sync up. Well, if she could calm down, it might.
> His leg under her chin was incredibly warm and the way his fingers brushed through her mane and massaged her neck was pure bliss.
> The human shifted a little and Floor was afraid he would push her off. He was probably too hot, she thought, covered by what was essentially a heated fur blanket.
> Nothing of the sort happened, though. He must have just moved into a more comfortable position.
> The mare let out a happy sigh and closed her eyes. The movie didn't even matter anymore. She was where she wanted to be and all was well in the world."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32901248 && dateTime=="09/06/18(Thu)06:38:04")


> Maybe she would even stop leaking after a while as she got used to the touch. That was the hope, anyway.
> "Floor? You asleep?" Anon was asking and gently shaking the mare.
> The pony lifted her head and blinked. The movie was over - she saw the credits rolling up on the screen.
> Movement caused her to yawn again, which made her aware just how stiff her legs were. Floor stood up and stretched luxuriously.
> She gave the human a sheepish smile and tried to remember what movie they had even watched.
"Was a good, uh, movie. It's just been a long day. Sorry."
> The human chuckled a little and patted her cheek. "No worries. Come on, let's get you to bed.
> Floor didn't entirely like that idea. Now that she was touching the human, she didn't want to stop. Next time she might not come up with an excuse. Or maybe it would be too bright and Anon would see her blushing. Or - the worst of all - she could be without her blanket and he would see what it was doing to her *bits*.
> "Okay, okay, I won't make you," Anon said with a grin.
> The pony realized she had folded down her ears in misery as she was thinking through the scenarios. The human must have misread her expression, but she didn't mind.
> Glancing down, the pony saw she was standing on Anon's leg with her forehooves. She hurriedly stepped down.
"Sorry! I didn't mean to!"
> "It's fine. You're not heavy," the human assured her, but the moment was over.
> She was no longer touching him and it would probably be weird of her to simply climb back in his lap. It made her sad, but then Floor yawned again.
> Maybe bed would really be a good idea right about now. She had made incredible progress that day - mostly thanks to Anon.
> Which reminded her: she hadn't even thanked him yet!"

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32901250 && dateTime=="09/06/18(Thu)06:39:07")


"Oh! A-And thanks! Uh, for the ice cream and... um, everything!"
> The human held up his hand, showing her the palm. "Eh, don't mention it. Nice to see you happy."
> There was nothing more to say or do. Their evening was over and Floor was already looking forward to their next 'date'.
> She folded up her blanket, careful to keep the wet spot on the inside, so Anon wouldn't see, or smell it.
> To her mild surprise, she was relatively dry... back there. Probably because she had slept through most of the whole her-lying-in-Anon's-lap thing.
"Um... good night!"
> "You too! Sleep well," the human wished her and picked up the remote.
> Floor wondered what else he would watch, but didn't stay to see. She had to go and think about everything that had happened between them. She still wasn't sure if it had been an actual *date*, or just two friends hanging out.
> Even having a friend like Anon was good, but the pony wanted more. She was probably being selfish, but Floor didn't care anymore.
> He was too nice not to be selfish about."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32901258 && dateTime=="09/06/18(Thu)06:40:08")


A short and comf update, because I have to go out and do stuff today...
More is in the pipeline for tomorrow or the weekend."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32901301 && dateTime=="09/06/18(Thu)07:01:05")

Thanks for the update, Aspiring. It was cute, even through Floorb's awkward lust."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32902523 && dateTime=="09/06/18(Thu)14:20:41")

Top comfy!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32903050 && dateTime=="09/06/18(Thu)16:41:54")

Finally some real progress.
Thanks for the update."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32903978 && dateTime=="09/06/18(Thu)20:50:52")

Didn't we have a similar green one or two threads ago?"

if(shpace && title=="" && postNumber==32904601 && dateTime=="09/07/18(Fri)00:27:02" && image=="0906182223a.jpg")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32905138 && dateTime=="09/07/18(Fri)03:46:17")

>neck exercises with shpace"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32905603 && dateTime=="09/07/18(Fri)07:44:21")

>Floor's a contortionist, able to get comfortable in the most odd positions while lazing about the house.
>Anon is surprised she doesn'r have nerve damage from how he's caught her sitting while playing her hoofheld PoneBoy."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32906351 && dateTime=="09/07/18(Fri)14:44:28")

qt floorb"

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32906716 && dateTime=="09/07/18(Fri)17:00:01")


Many thanks. Part of the next bit is written, but not edited. Unfortunately I have some family crap to attend whole day tomorrow, so next update on Sunday soonest."

if(shpace && title=="" && postNumber==32906749 && dateTime=="09/07/18(Fri)17:07:26" && image=="b6cab699-328f-4472-aaec-558d9cae7447..jpg")

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32907689 && dateTime=="09/07/18(Fri)21:40:07" && image=="neet.png")

"i made this cuz i was bored, I also like neet ponies";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32908053 && dateTime=="09/07/18(Fri)23:05:48")

is nice"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32908640 && dateTime=="09/08/18(Sat)02:04:28")

>Floor is upside down, hanging off the side of the couch so the top of her head is resting on the carpet.
"Aren't you... uncomfortable?" you ask the mare who's concentrating intensely on her PoneBoy Advance.
>"Shh! I'm on the last guy of Bomber Mare and I'm about to win. Eat nitro glycerin you big headed freak!"
Why is he not sharing the couch?
I'd have that NEET snuggled right up against my side.

Anyway, wonder which would be funnier, Anon meeting Floor's parents, or Floor meeting Anon's."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32908795 && dateTime=="09/08/18(Sat)03:04:53" && image=="N.E.E.T.png")

>both families bond over their underachieving children
>together they secretly hatch a plan to bring them both back into the fold of society"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32909479 && dateTime=="09/08/18(Sat)09:10:55" && image=="make dad proud shout.png")

Depends on which versions of their parents we're talking about..."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32910375 && dateTime=="09/08/18(Sat)13:19:20")

despite her namesake, she should probably be on the couch with anon"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32911629 && dateTime=="09/08/18(Sat)17:38:16")

"p9 bump";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32912177 && dateTime=="09/08/18(Sat)19:10:18" && image=="edit.png")

I did an edit :D"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32912182 && dateTime=="09/08/18(Sat)19:11:46")

that floor(actual floor) is kinda blurry"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32912211 && dateTime=="09/08/18(Sat)19:17:27" && image=="1521055328525.jpg")

yes, that's where floor was, I said I did an edit, I never said it was a good one"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32912627 && dateTime=="09/08/18(Sat)21:08:09")

Nice, also reminds me of the bulk of my childhood where my sister and I had to sleep on the couch because there weren't enough beds in the house.
When I finally got my own room, I was so amazed, but it took me weeks to get used to sleeping all by myself after going 5 to 11 years of age never having done it before."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32912917 && dateTime=="09/08/18(Sat)22:28:53" && image=="couch cuddle edit.png")

I can't unsee Anon's foot being stuck in Floor's ass...

So here's another (crappy) edit!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32913118 && dateTime=="09/08/18(Sat)23:22:13")

lighting's wrong, laddie"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32913916 && dateTime=="09/09/18(Sun)02:45:48")

Anon, please
Don't wear the poor guy out!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32914520 && dateTime=="09/09/18(Sun)08:20:01")

I mean, yeah, it's fine for the type of art that it is.

Anyway, do you think Floor does any nerdy shit when she thinks no ones looking?
Like, recites anime lines to herself, and acts out battles against imaginary adversaries when she's alone in her room.
I can see Floor, not being used to having a roommate, doing really embarrassing things without remembering Anon is nearby, like singing in the shower or dancing while she waits her her ramen to get done."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32914534 && dateTime=="09/09/18(Sun)08:26:05")

Sounds interesting honestly, good prompt/start anon"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32914576 && dateTime=="09/09/18(Sun)08:44:56")

>Anon's dad wants to know how good she is in bed.
>Anon's mom wants to know how many grandchildren she's going to have.
"To answer both your questions, she milks my dick dry every night until she's bloated with cum, and is already, in fact, pregnant with twins."
>Both parents stare down at the blushing mare, then each other.
>"Nice..." they say in tandem."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32914954 && dateTime=="09/09/18(Sun)11:19:01")

better edit than mine, good job!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32915960 && dateTime=="09/09/18(Sun)15:53:18")

>I can see Floor, not being used to having a roommate, doing really embarrassing things without remembering Anon is nearby, like singing in the shower or dancing while she waits her her ramen to get done.

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32916661 && dateTime=="09/09/18(Sun)18:37:05")

>"Cookin' some ramen, yeah~"
>"Gonna eat some ramen, yeah~"
>"Waiting four minutes, darn~"
>"Why can't it cook faster, please~"
>Anon watches in rapt attention as Floor bobs up and down in front of the microwave, seemingly talking to herself in a sing-song voice.
>Damn, that's cute, and he'd love to watch for longer, but... this is a golden opportunity.
"What'cha doin' Floor?"
>"Tasty-Tast- Eh...? A-Anon?!"
"What are you making?"
>"O-oh, ah, you know, ramen noodles."
"Ah, sounds good."
"So... What's the next verse of the song?"
>"Shut up!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32916679 && dateTime=="09/09/18(Sun)18:44:06")

That took four minutes?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32917799 && dateTime=="09/09/18(Sun)23:59:41")

>That took four minutes?
Its hard to figure out how long things take IRL, I guess."

if(shpace && title=="" && postNumber==32918161 && dateTime=="09/10/18(Mon)02:11:15" && image=="JPEG_20180909_235636.jpg")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32918751 && dateTime=="09/10/18(Mon)07:16:56")

She had been waiting four minutes. She probably was singing as the clock ran down the last minute.
She's proud and waiting for Anon to compliment her for managing to stand like the big people do.
>"Look, Anon! I'm a hyoo-man just like you!"
"Floor... You are too adorable."
>"I'm an adorable hyoo-man, you mean. Just like you!"
>Anon! What's wrong?! Does your chest hurt?!""

if(shpace && title=="" && postNumber==32919014 && dateTime=="09/10/18(Mon)09:38:43" && image=="5af9898b-062b-4a09-a460-7dad12151fae..jpg")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32919151 && dateTime=="09/10/18(Mon)10:52:18")

such a tiny mare"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32919795 && dateTime=="09/10/18(Mon)15:21:41" && image=="IMG_2519.png")

"Fucking hurricanes.";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32919803 && dateTime=="09/10/18(Mon)15:24:18")

mares should be tiny"

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32920039 && dateTime=="09/10/18(Mon)16:41:15")


"Mmm... wha'?"
> Floor Bored had to put some serious effort into opening her eyes that morning. The previous day, with them going out and the ice cream and the movie, had been incredibly exhausting.
> She hadn't even felt it, not until her head hit the pillow. Then the mare had been out like a light.
> Her blurry vision focused on Anon, who had come in to say good morning.
> "Nothing, just saying hi. You can go back to sleep."
> Floor wanted exactly that, but she made an effort.
"Wha' time izzit?"
> "Just past six. Going to bed, there's leftover spaghetti if you want them," the human explained.
> He chuckled at her expression of unabridged bliss and gave her cheek a gentle pat.
> Floor didn't know why exactly, but she licked his palm before he could take his hand away. Just in time, too - she had the mother of all yawns right after that.
> "GAH! Holy shit, Floor!" Anon screeched and jumped away, waving his hand before his face.
> The mare needed a second to realize what had happened. She had exhaled her morning breath right in his face.
> Her ears folded down and she hurriedly pulled the blanket over her head. Too late.
> Anon came back and tapped on her barrel.
> "Floor, look at me," he demanded.
> She slowly lowered her camouflage, until her eyes were peering at him. She was fully awake now.
> "More, come on," Anon said and tugged at the cloth.
> She reluctantly lowered it a bit more, until her entire head was free. Floor didn't say anything, because she had a sinking feeling about where the human was headed.
> He motioned with his hand. "Open up," he demanded.
> Floor Bored clamped her muzzle tightly shut and pulled the blanket back up. She knew she had serious problems, but didn't want to think about them."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32920042 && dateTime=="09/10/18(Mon)16:42:18")


> It was certainly too late now! The torture she would have to endure to get her teeth fixed would probably kill her, so it wasn't really worth it.
> With luck, the mare thought sometimes at night while she felt around with her tongue, her teeth would soon all fall out and then she wouldn't have these problems anymore. She could live on soft food!
> But now that Anon knew, he would undoubtedly make her go...
> "Floor, come on. I just wanna look."
"I'm fine!"
> He put his head in his hands and sighed. "Can't believe I didn't notice. You don't brush, do you? How long since you've seen a dentist? And all those sodas and sweets..."
> It sounded as if he was talking to himself, so Floor Bored didn't respond. Her breathing was faster, but she tried very hard to keep her face impassive.
"I'm fine! I swear, A-Anon!"
> "Dammit, Floor, I thought you were a grownup!" the human said, his whole face scrunching up with exasperation. He also pointed a finger.
> She didn't care for his tone one bit. Floor turned her face away and scowled at the wall. Her voice was almost a growl.
"I'm fine! None of your b-business!"
> Nice job. Now she was on the verge of tears, and only partly from indignation. She poked her tongue at the latest cavity and wondered why it didn't hurt.
> Teeth were supposed to hurt, right? But hers felt fine. That proved there was nothing wrong with them, didn't it?
> But she couldn't quite lie to herself. Pieces falling out every now and then were definitely a bad sign.
> The human waited for a while, then heaved a sigh. His hand brushed through her mane and his voice was quiet when he spoke again.
> "Floor, I didn't mean it like that. I'm just worried about you," Anon said. He sounded defeated."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32920047 && dateTime=="09/10/18(Mon)16:43:20")


> It damn near broke her stupid heart! Damn humans and their damned cute faces and whiny voices! Floor looked back at him.
"It'll hurt! And the drills and- and- it just sucks, okay? I don't wanna go to the dentist!"
> He didn't say anything, just kept looking at her with that sad, tear-filled, soulful gaze. It was really getting on her nerves.
"Besides, I'm fine!"
> "Show me," Anon asked her in a near whisper.
> Floor clamped her muzzle shut until her jaw began to hurt. She held her breath for a few moments, then blew it out through her nose. She really couldn't stand the silence and his intensive scrutiny.
> The pony closed her eyes and opened her mouth, dreading what the human would say.
> After a good ten seconds, she peeked at him.
> He put his hand on her cheek again and pushed her mouth closed with his thumb. He sighed again and shook his head. "I really think you should go, just for a quick check up."
> Floor Bored wanted to yell a 'no', but she didn't have the heart for it. Anon looked worried and that scared her. She quavered:
"It's n-not that b-b-bad, is it?"
> The way the human thought before answering told her just how bad it was.
> Finally he spoke quietly: "It's..." he began, but couldn't finish the sentence he had in mind. "Look, Floor, I think you should go see someone. I'll take you. I'll even go in with you, if you want."
> What else could she do? The mare nodded jerkily. Her eyes were already filling with tears. Yes she was afraid, but Floor really didn't want to disappoint Anon.
> "Hey, don't worry," he told her, cheering up a little bit and even flashing her a small smile. "They can fix that. And they have pain meds, so you don't feel a thing. It's just a bit annoying, that's all.""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32920053 && dateTime=="09/10/18(Mon)16:44:21")


> She wanted to believe him. It really would lessen the terror if she could believe him.
> Now his smile widened and Anon brushed her mane again, pulling it out of her face. "Yeah, there's these new drugs, and fancy high speed drills, it's a piece of cake. I'm scared of going, too, but it's not so bad."
> Before she could control herself, Floor rose and hugged the human. She buried her muzzle in his shirt and concentrated on keeping her breathing steady.
> The best part, the mare decided, was when Anon put his arms around her as well and patted her back. That was lovely.
> "Don't worry, I'll find the best pony dentist in town, okay?" he promised her, but Floor didn't reply.
> Anon waited for a bit, then gently brushed the fur on her back. "Come on now, you gotta let me go. I need to get some sleep before work tonight."
> All Floor did was shake her head. She didn't want out of the hug, because the mare knew she would start thinking about *it* the instant she was alone.
> It would keep her awake and sick with worry for hours and hours. As long as she held on to Anon, she was distracted by his smell and his warmth and his strong, steady heartbeat in her ears.
> "I'll just pick you up and take you to bed again if you don't let go," Anon warned her.
> The pony chortled a laugh. Where was the threat in that?! If he wanted her to release him, the human would have to come up with something more dire.
> She still squeaked a little in alarm when the arms shifted to her rump and Anon simply lifted her up. She helped by gripping him more tightly with her forehooves.
> Out of the corner of her eye, Floor saw he was really taking her to his bedroom. She caught a glimpse of the hallway and then they were on the bed."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32920056 && dateTime=="09/10/18(Mon)16:45:24")


> She pulled her head back a little so she could look at the human. Was this it?
> Did she somehow, inadvertently give him the right kinds of signals or something and now they would have sex?
> Floor blushed and averted her eyes. She was nervous about it, but not unhappy.
> "Okay, you need to let go so I can change, Floor," the human told her.
> She obeyed and ended up sprawled across his bed. Somehow she failed to hear the word 'change'.
> It was really happening! The mare swallowed a lump and tried to remember how it went. She had seen a lot of human porn, so she had an approximate idea, but she didn't know what Anon liked and how.
> For the moment, the mare decided, she would lie on her back and wait for him to make the first move. She was looking up at the ceiling and listening to the rustle of cloth as the human undressed.
> Then the bed shifted and the springs creaked as he took his place beside her.
> "Move, lemme get the covers," he demanded.
> Floor obediently lifted up her rump so Anon could pull the cloth from under her.
> Covered up? It was pretty vanilla, but she didn't mind - not for the first time.
> After a bit of shuffling around, Anon was lying beside her. He sighed and tucked the blanket around them both.
> "Good night, Floor," he said with finality.
> The mare was dumbstruck.
> "Good night. I'm gonna sleep now. Try not to wake me when you get up."
> She turned to her side and looked. Yes, the human was in his pajama-clothes and settled comfortably on his side. His eyes were closed. He really hadn't meant to *do it*."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32920061 && dateTime=="09/10/18(Mon)16:46:25")


> Floor was both relieved and disappointed. Relieved because she hadn't said or done anything too stupid; and disappointed because it wouldn't happen. She had worked herself up for it, and all that would happen now was that she would mess up his bed.
"Uh.. An-Anon?"
> His eyes opened and the human looked at her. "Hmm?"
"I- uh, I n-need a t-towel..."
> "Oh?" Anon murmured, then stiffened as he realized what she meant. "Towel!? Now?"
> Floor just nodded, then came up with the next idea.
"Uh, actually, I'll g-get it. I n-need to... uh, p-pee."
> Anon sat up and shuffled aside to let her pass.
> She wondered if it would be too weird for her to come back to his bed afterward. Her head drooped a little lower at the thought.
> Yeah, she would get another few hours of sleep in her bed and then get up. The moment was gone.
> But before she could walk out, Anon called after her: "Floor?"
> She paused in the doorway and looked back.
> "Hurry back. It's kinda cold," he said and patted the bed.
> It nearly made her dizzy! An invitation to Anon's bed!
> She hurried off before he saw the stoplight-red of her face.
> What did it mean!? Was it a sign? Should she understand it?
> Did - when it came down to it - Anon just want to cuddle, or was he expecting something more?
> Why was all of this so confusing?
> Floor Bored wasn't even paying attention while she did her business and flushed. Maybe it was the preoccupation, or the way Anon had scrubbed the place clean, but the smell almost didn't register.
> She wiped herself as dry as she could with the toilet paper, then grabbed a fresh towel to take with her.
> The pony stood still for a while before leaving the bathroom as she worked up her courage. What was she supposed to do? Should she... kiss him?"

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32920066 && dateTime=="09/10/18(Mon)16:47:27")


> Would it be too weird?
> Floor heaved a sigh and let her head hang down miserably. Then she made her slow way back to his door.
> She thought again about just going back to her bed, but that could be disastrous. If Anon believed she didn't want him, he wouldn't ask her again, and the mare wasn't entirely sure she would ever have the guts to say it herself.
> Peering around the door frame, Floor sagged with relief. Anon was back in the bed and seemed to be asleep already.
> She would just curl up beside him with the towel strategically bundled up between her hind legs. It was just sleeping the same bed, no big deal.
> They had done it before!
> She walked as softly as she could, so that she wouldn't wake the human. He had been considerate enough to leave a space for her.
> As she crawled up on the bed, Anon murmured something but didn't seem to wake up. Floor froze and waited until he settled back down.
> She slid as close as she dared, wrapped the towel around herself and tried to get comfortable.
> "Mmm... night," Anon muttered in his sleep.
"G-Good, uh... good n-night."
> Her breath caught as his hand sought her out and tried to pull her closer, but the mare obliged and shuffled back until she was pressed against the human.
> Someday, Floor thought, she would like to try that without his pajamas, but this was enough for the moment.
> She smiled a little to herself. He *had* to want her, right? You didn't just... invite people to your bed if you didn't want them, at least slightly.
> That made a kind of sense!
> Anon liked her. It would *totally* happen between them. She could be patient for that!
> A hand slid up her barrel and patted her muzzle.
> She gave it a lick."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32920069 && dateTime=="09/10/18(Mon)16:48:29")


> No doubt some of the fillies from school - the more 'forward' ones - would already be sucking the human's... thing... by now, but Floor was happy just to cuddle.
> She wasn't in a hurry and this was already far more than she had dared to hope even a week ago. Plus, she had almost forgotten about the whole 'dentist' thing.
> Maybe, with Anon there, it really wouldn't be so bad!
> Also, also if she really wanted to kiss Anon, her breath shouldn't stink so much that it would knock him out.
> Now she *really* hoped Anon would keep his promise and make her go!"

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32920072 && dateTime=="09/10/18(Mon)16:49:31")


Ugh, headache so I don't have anything witty to write here. Hopefully it was enjoyable to read!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32920172 && dateTime=="09/10/18(Mon)17:22:55")

Its awesome as always, tbanks for the update."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32921066 && dateTime=="09/10/18(Mon)21:37:58")

Who will drill Floor first? The dentist or anon?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32921295 && dateTime=="09/10/18(Mon)22:40:06")

>Who will drill Floor first? The dentist or anon?
My fake money is on the dentist."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32921876 && dateTime=="09/11/18(Tue)02:49:49")


if(shpace && title=="" && postNumber==32921929 && dateTime=="09/11/18(Tue)03:19:34" && image=="542a89d7-cc7d-49ab-bcbc-fd019761afea..jpg")

"nighttime floor";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32922058 && dateTime=="09/11/18(Tue)04:18:53" && image=="3333E457-6BE7-40F5-B3A8-D1B39DCD5F73.png")

I for one would not mind big pones or small pones"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32922209 && dateTime=="09/11/18(Tue)05:55:18")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32922730 && dateTime=="09/11/18(Tue)10:50:36")

a neet bump"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32922852 && dateTime=="09/11/18(Tue)11:53:42" && image=="Piglight Chubble.png")

>horse-sized Biglight
Disaster waiting to happen. Just lead her into the nearest Hayburger™ joint and watch Princess Asperger turn into a big purple pig.
>when even a dirty smelly NEET across the room looks at you with visible disgust, before slurping up her spicy noodles"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32923511 && dateTime=="09/11/18(Tue)15:37:59")

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32924220 && dateTime=="09/11/18(Tue)19:21:37")

p9 again"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32925069 && dateTime=="09/11/18(Tue)23:41:55")

"Neet memeshroom.";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32925380 && dateTime=="09/12/18(Wed)01:32:43")

Ponies don't walk on two legs."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32925388 && dateTime=="09/12/18(Wed)01:35:19")

That's why there's the motion lines drawn around her hind legs. She's wobbling- having trouble staying balanced."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32926424 && dateTime=="09/12/18(Wed)10:37:11")

>anon promises Floorb they can have sexytime, but only if floorb fixes the travesty that is her mouth.
>there's so many cavities the dentist has to inject obscene amounts of novocaine at different spots before he can fix them, rendering her entire mouth, tongue and cheeks numb.
>anon drives Floorb home, she's leaking from both ends, the novocaine having not worn off.
>as soon as they walk through the door, Floorb immediately goes for anons pants, trying desperately to unlatch his belt.
>"what the fuck Floor, at least wait til the numbness wears off!"
"Yhu phommissth!"
>Anon receives a blowjob from a horse who has absolutely no muscle or pressure control in her mouth"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32926541 && dateTime=="09/12/18(Wed)11:30:32")

>not just putting the benis in the mare vagene"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32926905 && dateTime=="09/12/18(Wed)13:14:27")

>anon gets annoyed at this half assed blowie-joie.
>initiates doggy position
>the typical moans of "oh fuck" and "harder" sound like "owh thufkg" and "hurr durr"
>Anon loses his erection because the horse he is fucking sounds like it has downs."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32927750 && dateTime=="09/12/18(Wed)17:33:25")

>"owh thufkg"
Careful little horsie, you might summon things from beyond the stars."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32928937 && dateTime=="09/12/18(Wed)23:20:27" && image=="fluttershy&floorb.png")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32929104 && dateTime=="09/13/18(Thu)00:25:42")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32929121 && dateTime=="09/13/18(Thu)00:33:23")

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32929442 && dateTime=="09/13/18(Thu)03:03:33")

"So, what would you all get Floor Bored for Christmas?
Also, we need Floor is a Christmas sweater/hoodie and holiday themed stockings."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32930180 && dateTime=="09/13/18(Thu)08:52:45")

and seconding
perhaps some halloween-themed neetgear too"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32930264 && dateTime=="09/13/18(Thu)09:37:08")

>You hang four stockings above the chimney and stuffs them with candy for you and Floor.
>You comes down in the morning when you hear Floor's excited gasp.
>Expecting her to be by the tree and seeing the presents you wrapped for her, you instead find her by the chimney.
>Candy is haphazardly tossed on the floor with the NEETmare in the middle of it all.
>Her four legs clad in the Christmas stockings once hung above the chimney.
>She looks at you with happy tears and a smile.
>"Oh, Anon, you shouldn't have! I love them!""

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32930690 && dateTime=="09/13/18(Thu)13:58:50" && image=="1678086__safe_artist-colon-shpace_oc_oc-colon-anon_oc-colon-floor+bored_oc+only_blanket_blushing_chest+fluff_chips_dialogue_earth+pony_female_food_gray.jpg")

"This bump is brought to you by NEETbux, also known as your taxes!
Ensuring the thread doesn't die while Hiro fixes his shit. Again."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32930873 && dateTime=="09/13/18(Thu)14:46:52")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32931441 && dateTime=="09/13/18(Thu)17:32:03")

Id pay for a NEETpone room mate tbqh"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32931788 && dateTime=="09/13/18(Thu)19:05:36")

As long as they kept the mess confined to their own room, bathed at least once a week, and maybe cleaned enough of their messes to at least dispose of any odor producing plates and/or old food."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32932593 && dateTime=="09/13/18(Thu)22:47:11")

"Just wait until you see your real present."
>You give her the little box wrapped in colorful paper.
>She rips into it as excited as a pony on Christmas morning.
>Finally, the wrapping is gone and she finds...
>"It's MORE socks?! Thank you so much! I love them!""

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32933355 && dateTime=="09/14/18(Fri)04:28:00")

I thought you were doing Dick in a Box for a second."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32933618 && dateTime=="09/14/18(Fri)08:22:45")

That would probably be a really good gift in Equestria if you are going with the "clothing is expensive" head canon because ponies usually go naked so it is a specialty item.
Anon probably spent a pretty penny on some high-quality socks, and now Floor thinks she has a "fancy" pair and a "Everyday" pair.
She wears the fancy socks on her first real date with Anon."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32934018 && dateTime=="09/14/18(Fri)11:41:11")

but which are her expensive ones and which are her everyday ones? Like are the christmas ones her fancy ones?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32934808 && dateTime=="09/14/18(Fri)17:24:05")

>floorb walks around public dresses as a fireplace ornament
>anon hasn't told her because its hysterical"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32935286 && dateTime=="09/14/18(Fri)19:29:55")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32936236 && dateTime=="09/15/18(Sat)00:10:03")

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32936265 && dateTime=="09/15/18(Sat)00:20:52")

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32936594 && dateTime=="09/15/18(Sat)01:40:52")

Only the fashion-minded ponies would probably notice, like Rarity or Hoity Toity.
Most ponies would probably think she just has a lot of spending money to be going around in socks all day, wearing them out.
They think Floor is the opposite of a NEET 'cause she has two pairs of socks, and socks are a sign of status."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32936980 && dateTime=="09/15/18(Sat)03:49:45" && image=="twilightsparkle_by_iloota-dcm3c0e.jpg")

stop right there

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32937706 && dateTime=="09/15/18(Sat)10:57:42")

Oh yeah, ponies would be jealous, but to everyone else she's a christmas ornament."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32937714 && dateTime=="09/15/18(Sat)11:03:49" && image=="sketch-1537023708495.png")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32938608 && dateTime=="09/15/18(Sat)14:44:19" && image=="sketch-1537037045483.png")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32939190 && dateTime=="09/15/18(Sat)17:34:37")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32940556 && dateTime=="09/15/18(Sat)23:48:51")

Why don’t we have small summaries of each story yet? Mystery boxes are fun, but I want to know what I’m getting into before I read something."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32940995 && dateTime=="09/16/18(Sun)02:21:58")

Nice, but the second one looks like zits.

Anyway, I was thinking of the mous mare thing from a while back, and the idea of Floor being a super hero.
Then I thought, what if Floor is a regular NEET, but there's a super hero out there who looks and sounds surprisingly like her?
>Floor knew she should have stayed inside until dark.
>If she got out of this alive, she'd give that self-help guru an earful for talking her into doing her weekly shopping during daylight hours.
>Odds of her surviving this are slim, though, seeing as she's being held captive by Mouse Mare's arch nemesis.
>"I told you! I'm not Mouse Mare!" she yells.
"I've fought you a hundred times!" the dastardly Anonymous gloats. "I'd recognize you with or without that stupid mouse getup, hero. It was my good fortune I ran into in the gas station!""

if(shpace && title=="" && postNumber==32941267 && dateTime=="09/16/18(Sun)04:24:42" && image=="9be0bed3-3aa8-48ac-b4b6-e24e86ec140d..jpg")

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32941342 && dateTime=="09/16/18(Sun)05:12:28")

TRANSLATION: "I don't want to waste my time reading walls of text unless they cater to my specific fetishes.""

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32941436 && dateTime=="09/16/18(Sun)06:17:59")

I don't blame him. When getting into new general with substantial collection of green and no summaries, finding one that suit your tastes can be a lengthy ordeal."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32942407 && dateTime=="09/16/18(Sun)13:56:12")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32943349 && dateTime=="09/16/18(Sun)18:30:27")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32944046 && dateTime=="09/16/18(Sun)22:18:10")

Fetish or just general likes and dislikes. It doesn’t have to be sexual."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32944839 && dateTime=="09/17/18(Mon)03:23:36")

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32945296 && dateTime=="09/17/18(Mon)07:33:13")

does the mouse mare not come with whiskers?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32945876 && dateTime=="09/17/18(Mon)12:32:34")

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32946339 && dateTime=="09/17/18(Mon)15:55:20")


> Anon sat on the driver's seat beside the miserable, distraught pony. He heaved a sigh, put his face in his palms and leaned his elbows on the steering wheel.
> "Come *on*, Floor. It's not going to be that bad, I promise!"
> He had been repeating it almost non-stop through the entire morning. It was getting on her nerves!
> Floor didn't even look at the human and he certainly couldn't see her expression through the hoodie. Maybe that was a good thing. Otherwise Anon would see how close she was to cracking.
> The mare didn't quite understand how he had done it. First he had talked her out of bed, then talked her down the stairs and talked her into the car.
> Right now, he was in the process of talking her into the doctor's office, after which he would probably talk her up on the chair.
> She *really* didn't want to do it, but Floor knew she would. With Anon there, she would brave the terrors of the dentist's office!
> "Look, let's go in for a look, right? They don't have to drill anything today. Besides," Anon said and put a hand on her withers, "maybe it's not that bad."
> The touch felt nice through the cloth.
> "Afterwards we'll go to the drive-thru for ice cream and Sprite!"
> Floor turned her head slightly to glance at his face. How did the idiot expect her to look forward to sweets later on with... *this* between her and them?!
> He saw her looking and grinned. "Pretty please? For me?"
> She couldn't stand that expression. Floor suspected Anon knew it too, which just made her angrier. She shrugged away from his touch and nearly kicked open the door.
"Fuuuuck, Anon!""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32946340 && dateTime=="09/17/18(Mon)15:56:22")


> He quickly climbed out of the car, as if afraid she might change her mind and get back in. A few moments later he was already at her side and closed the passenger door. Then, for good measure, he locked it.
> Floor was standing, but only just. Her legs were shaking and there was almost no strength in them. There was also a queasy feeling in her stomach and a nervous flick in her tail.
> Anger had fled just as quickly as it had come. Only fear was constant.
> Anon proved just how well he could read her by leaning down and placing his palm against her neck again. The touch gave her strength.
> She half expected him to offer to carry her, which might piss her off enough to walk on her own, but he didn't say it. That showed remarkable tact, Floor thought.
> "No hurry, we have some time still."
> Floor grasped at the last few straws before she fell into the gaping, sucking pit of sheer terror.
"It's j-just a check-up, right? Right?! Jus- just gonna look today..."
> The hand squeezed and the mare gratefully leaned into it.
> "Sure, just a quick checkup and then we make an appointment for some other time," Anon promised.
"L-Like in a few m-months or so?"
> He didn't answer, which was probably wise. The knowledge that she wouldn't get a drill near her face in a long time was the only thing holding Floor together. She gulped down some air and lifted a leg.
> It barely moved off the pavement, but she placed it resolutely forward.
> She didn't want to do this. She *didn't* want to do this! Her teeth were fine! She wasn't even using them all that much, so a hole or two were okay!
> Besides, Floor thought, she would be twenty-two soon, then just a few decades longer and she'd be in the clear teeth-wise."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32946343 && dateTime=="09/17/18(Mon)15:57:24")


> No one would comment on an old mare not having a full smile!
> Except... deep down she knew it wouldn't work out. She *had* to do this and maybe Anon was the push she needed.
"Y-You'll be in t-there with me, okay?"
> Another squeeze. Walking stooped over beside her couldn't have been comfortable and Floor Bored would appreciate it later. She'd appreciate the hell out of Anon. He just needed to help her along a little longer.
> "Of course, I'll hold your hoof and make sure the doctor doesn't go too crazy, okay?" the human promised.
> She loved him more than anything, just for that!
> Somehow they made it into the waiting room. It was still pretty early on a Saturday. Anon had called the clinic to make sure Floor wouldn't have to wait. The sound of someone else on the chair and the drill would probably drive her mad.
> A bell tinged and the receptionist looked up. She immediately beamed at the pony in her black hoodie.
> "Hi!" the young woman chirped. Her voice was so cheerful and so high that it almost hurt Floor's ears.
> "Yes, hi! We have an appointment for Floor Bored."
> The girl looked at her screen and nodded with her grin still in place. The mare envied her brilliant, flawless smile.
> It wasn't even as if Floor went around looking people in the teeth, but today she couldn't stop herself staring and comparing to her own.
> Her mouth clamped up tighter in shame and the pony let her head fall.
> "Oh, here it is. First appointment. Please have a seat," the lady said. "I'll go check if the doctor is ready for you."
> Floor looked at a low bench against a wall, then up at Anon's face. He shrugged but didn't move, so they just stood and waited. Sometimes they really understood each other."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32946352 && dateTime=="09/17/18(Mon)15:59:00")


> It wasn't long before the receptionist came back and held open a door. "Right this way, Miss Bored!"
> She pointed out a stack of magazines on the counter and looked Anon in the eye. "If you'd just sit and wait for a bit, Mr?"
> "Anonymous," her human supplied.
"Uh, I d-don't... um..."
> He remembered in time. "Actually," Anon said as the mare backed away from the indicated door against his legs, "I was wondering if I could go in with her. Floor is kinda shy, you see..."
> Her face burned with renewed shame, but the mare didn't add anything to correct what he said. She'd take shame if it meant having Anon there with her through the upcoming ordeal. But the pony could imagine the receptionist staring.
> Well, *at first* she would stare, but by now her mouth would probably be already twisted into a derisive sneer.
> Floor barely stifled a whimper.
> "Well..." the woman said, hesitating. She took a step back into the office - or was it called the operating room? "Hold on, I'll ask."
> Floor took the momentary privacy to look up at her human and hissed:
"I am *not* going in th-there alone!"
> "Yeah, don't worry. I'll insist. The website said they're nice here, so I don't think there should-"
> They were interrupted as the door opened again.
> "The doctor says it's okay. Please, come in."
> Floor Bored let out a breath she didn't remember taking. With that rock lifted from her heart, she could walk a bit more easily, but she made sure Anon was following before setting a single hoof inside the doctor's office.
> There it was. Her steps faltered.
> The chair.
> And next to it...
> The drills."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32946353 && dateTime=="09/17/18(Mon)16:00:02")


> Floor swallowed a lump and hoped she wouldn't throw up. Her stomach was queasy. despite having had no breakfast. For that matter, she also hoped her bladder wouldn't go. She didn't feel as much in control of her bodily functions as normally.
> Anon bumped into her rear, making her take a step forward, then the door closed behind them with a clanging, echoing finality.
> Floor Bored twirled around and aimed one of her best, pleading smiles at her human.
"No no no, p-please, let's... I'm fine, really! My t-teeth are f-fine!"
> The doctor was approaching them! She would have hidden behind Anon's legs, but there was no room - he had moved back against the closed door at her onslaught.
> The doctor crouched and the pony tensed, expecting to be grabbed right away. But he didn't touch her at all.
> "Hey there, little miss!" the human said in a pleasant voice. It was deeper than Anon's but a lot more melodic.
> He should've been a singer, not a dentist, Floor Bored thought!
> "How old are you?" he asked her.
> Anon sighed and murmured an answer instead of her: "She's twenty, doctor. Just very afraid, you understand?"
> At least shame displaced some of the fear, but Floor took back all the silent 'I love you's she had thought at Anon!
> He was making fun of her, talking as if she wasn't there! Joking - no *cavorting* - with the enemy!
> "Oh!" the doctor exclaimed. "A young lady, then. Come on, there's nothing to be afraid of."
> She didn't trust his fake kindness! But Floor had to admit, his tone was a little calming. The guy at least *sounded* as if he knew what he was doing. He was confident.
> "My name is Doctor Curtis."
> Floor glanced back and saw that he was holding out his hand. She swallowed another lump and made herself face him."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32946357 && dateTime=="09/17/18(Mon)16:01:03")


> Just a check-up. No drilling today, she repeated to herself. That was enough to allow her to place a shaky hoof in his palm.
> "Nice to meet you, Miss Floor," the human replied, even though she hadn't said anything. "Now if you'd care to sit?"
> Under her hoodie, Floor's ears went flat as she looked at the chair. But she nodded weakly and dragged her hooves to it.
> Too late she realized that there certainly wasn't enough strength in her legs to jump up.
> Anon saw it, too and simply lifted her. "Here, no need to lower it, doc!" He earned a small, silent 'I love you' back for that.
> "Okay, now if you could pull down that hoodie, dear?" the doctor demanded.
> Floor was definitely opposed to that motion, but Anon's hand found her hoof and squeezed. She sighed and nodded, before hooking the cloth with her free leg and freeing her head.
> "Oh my, such lovely hair!" Doctor Curtis exclaimed. "I don't know why you'd hide that! Just lie back, please."
> The compliment was an obvious psychological trick, but it worked, damn him! The mare even managed a small smile, before stretching out on the chair.
> Unfortunately it did nothing for her muzzle, which was still clenched so tightly that her jaw was starting to hurt.
> Anon brushed a finger on her cheek and opened his mouth to say something, but the doctor beat him to it.
> "Now, this isn't anything scary, Miss Floor. We'll just take a look, see what's going on. When was the last time you visited a dentist?"
"A c-c-couple o-of... of y-years."
> "That was back in Equestria, correct?" the human asked, but didn't even wait for her nod. "I don't suppose you brought your records with you?"
> She shook her head mutely."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32946360 && dateTime=="09/17/18(Mon)16:02:05")


> "That's okay. We'll do an X-ray then, just in case. You've left your insurance information with Arla?"
> Floor stared at Anon. He had never once mentioned any 'insurance'!
> "I'm paying for this, doc," her human said.
> "Hush, don't worry about it. We'll talk later," Anon explained.
> Floor wondered if he would even have told her if it hadn't come up. She had never once considered how much it might cost. If she had known, she would have used it as another argument against!
> Maybe that was why he hadn't said anything!
> Sneaking, conniving, tricky human!
> "That's fine, then," Dr. Curtis said and focused his attention on the pony again. "Now don't worry, Miss Floor. I've taken the tests and had my licence extended to treat ponies, so there's nothing to fear. Ready?"
> She shook her head violently.
> It just made the human laugh. Curses, even his baritone chuckle was pleasing! If he wouldn't be about to stick sharp instruments in her mouth, Floor would have liked him!
> "Now open up."
> The mare looked from the doctor to Anon. She gently tugged her leg he was holding and he squeezed it reassuringly.
> Then she closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She mentally prepared herself for an incredulous, horrified gasp or an exclamation of dismay.
> When nothing happened, she opened one eye to look.
> The doctor was concentrating on her as he picked out a small mirror on a stick and something with a sharp, curved hook. She shivered as she imagined that in her mouth, but somehow kept her muzzle wide open.
> If she chickened out now she would never work up the nerve to go again, Floor knew. There was no other way. She had asked Anon if they could simply drug her out cold and do what they had to do, but the human had just told her not to be silly."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32946363 && dateTime=="09/17/18(Mon)16:03:07")


> The metal mirror went in first. It touched here and there, the instrument cold against her tongue as it moved it out of the way.
> The hook followed and Floor stiffened, waiting for the man to jab it in someplace.
> He scratched a tooth with it and the pony flinched. Her breath was speeding up and she was sure her rattling heart was physically moving the chair.
> Anon put his other hand on her belly and patted it.
> "Mhmm," the doctor murmured to himself, before tapping another tooth with his instrument.
> Floor made her ears unfold and focused them on him. She didn't want to miss him saying something important!
> "Relax, Miss Floor. Please stop biting my fingers," the man implored calmly.
> She realized she had been trying to close her mouth and Floor forced herself to relax her jaw.
> So far it wasn't nearly as painful as she had feared. The mirror moved around, the hook poked here and there, but there was no blinding agony, nor horrible drilling and grinding.
> She tried to focus on what the human was doing in there, but she couldn't picture just what this doctor found so damn interesting. She swiveled her eye to look at Anon, who smiled back at her encouragingly.
> Just as suddenly it was over.
> The doctor put his metal instruments away and began pulling off his gloves.
> Floor's heart and hopes rose. No gloves meant he was done, right?! She dared believe the horrible ordeal was over!
> "Please rinse," he instructed her.
> A plastic cup was filling with water beside the chair and Floor wriggled her hoof free from Anon's grip. She needed both to grasp the water and pour it into her mouth.
> She swirled it around a little, then spat into the convenient bowl.
> Then the doctor faced her and his face was serious. Floor felt her ears droop again."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32946367 && dateTime=="09/17/18(Mon)16:04:09")


> "First of all, don't worry. We can fix all that," he assured her. That was a bit of a relief. "Most of them are just small cavities, a few of them I think we can reconstruct with just composite. Maybe one root canal, but I'll have to check the X-ray for that."
> The mare gulped in fear. It all sounded complicated and - above all - painful.
> Doctor Curtis saw her expression and chuckled. "Don't worry, it sounds worse than it is. We'll give you anesthesia so you won't feel a thing, okay?"
> Then he simply looked at Anon, coming to understand that he would be the one to keep her appointments. "The receptionist will arrange a date for the X-ray and then schedule her first visit."
> "Sure thing. Thanks, doc!"
> She could scarcely believe it, but Floor Bored was free to go. In her overwhelming relief she even smiled at the doctor.
"T-Thank you!"
> He shook her hoof before the pony jumped from the chair and scurried out in the clear, free, non-dentist-filled air. She didn't even wait for her human. Anon went to discuss the calendar with the woman at the reception and joined Floor a few minutes later.
> "See?" he said, smiling widely. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
> Floor was a little embarrassed about her fear, but she still shook her head, admitting he was right.
> She resolved that next time would be easier. That human had said they had pain meds! He wasn't a bad sort. He didn't want to torment an innocent little filly, he was just doing his job!
> "So, wanna go for that ice cream now?"
> This was much better news. Floor clapped her forehooves together in excitement.
"Yes please!"
> They walked out to the car and she completely forgot to pull the hoodie back on her head."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32946370 && dateTime=="09/17/18(Mon)16:05:31")


Wasn't that bad, was it? Don't worry, the next visit isn't for a few "months" *wink wink*.
Meanwhile, Floor and 'Nonny go to enjoy a nice ice cream breakfast and a fun Saturday. Who wants to guess what the flooding relief will do to Floor's inhibitions?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32946533 && dateTime=="09/17/18(Mon)16:52:39" && image=="IMG_2538.jpg")

">"Open wide!"";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32946859 && dateTime=="09/17/18(Mon)18:49:20")

No mention of "fucking brush your teeth you dirty horse."?"

if(shpace && title=="" && postNumber==32947930 && dateTime=="09/18/18(Tue)02:19:21" && image=="ec496161-b82c-42a7-bde8-1981c1900e34..jpg")

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32948059 && dateTime=="09/18/18(Tue)03:22:38")

Love it!

I knew something slipped my mind! Thanks for the reminder."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32948409 && dateTime=="09/18/18(Tue)07:32:48")

Good update, thanks."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32949015 && dateTime=="09/18/18(Tue)13:25:57")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32949249 && dateTime=="09/18/18(Tue)15:05:08")

cute neet horse"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32949391 && dateTime=="09/18/18(Tue)15:44:20")

>Anonfilly but she's a NEET"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32950013 && dateTime=="09/18/18(Tue)19:01:11")

Poor little NEET's gonna be devastated when she finds out she's going back next week, a week after that, and then a week after that, and all the power tools are coming out to play each time."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32950742 && dateTime=="09/18/18(Tue)23:06:26")

if(a white guy && title=="" && postNumber==32950821 && dateTime=="09/18/18(Tue)23:26:33")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32951404 && dateTime=="09/19/18(Wed)02:33:44")

is a sign that a pony needs to bathe more often, and could stand to make numerous lifestyle choices to be a healthier, happier mare."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32951733 && dateTime=="09/19/18(Wed)04:54:56")

>Anon gets turned into a filly via the usual shenanigans.
>Twilight tries to cuddle him when it starts to look like she won't be able to fix things.
>She promises to take care of him and keep him safe, feeling terribly guilty, but fuck that.
>Anon ain't no little bitch who needs to be treated like a filly, even when his body is one.
>He runs away, planning on making it on his own.
>With his human intelligence and the naive simplisities of ponies, it'll be easy.
>He hardly even remembers how he got so far away from Ponyville and ended up living in a box in an alleyway.
>Turns out, there's a mean side to Equestria he didn't know about, and he barely escaped being trafficked into the sex trade.
>If only there was a kind, smelly mare out there who was looking for a way to mooch more bits out of the government.
>Maybe get child welfare for the filly she adopts..."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32951795 && dateTime=="09/19/18(Wed)05:29:12")

Could also work if Floor Bored's parents find AnonFilly and take the poor thing in to raise along side their teenage daughter.
>The adventures of Big Sister Floor and Little Pain AnonFilly.
>"I told you to stay out of my room, pest!"
"But you have the best toys! Look at this magic wand. It vibrates!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32951878 && dateTime=="09/19/18(Wed)06:28:09")

>Surprise twist
>Greentext was actually AnonFilly speaking"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32952604 && dateTime=="09/19/18(Wed)12:15:00")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32953515 && dateTime=="09/19/18(Wed)16:34:01" && image=="sketch-1537389160035.png")

"Floor the Filly";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32953736 && dateTime=="09/19/18(Wed)17:30:32" && image=="sketch-1537392622796.png")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32953784 && dateTime=="09/19/18(Wed)17:44:51" && image=="AF0050AB-2F16-4DF7-BBF9-A135481D805A.png")

>be anonfilly
>time to bug big weeb sister floor
>you enter the marecave and loudly proclaim
>floor turns from her desktop to face you unamused
>”Thats wrong I’m not your big brother”
>”Big sister is Onee-chan not Onii-chan”
>”its Onee-chan!
“Ooooh-niiiii chan!”
>Ooooh-neigh chan!”
>”Celestia damn it its Onii-chan not Onee-chan!
“Ok whatever you say Onii-chan” you say walking out of her room
>”Finally, now I can get bac- wait a second!”
>”[insert anonfilly name here]!!!”


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32954085 && dateTime=="09/19/18(Wed)19:01:11")

fur's too dark"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32954090 && dateTime=="09/19/18(Wed)19:04:23")

I want to diaper anon filly"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32954494 && dateTime=="09/19/18(Wed)21:22:30")

Bad Anon!
We do not diaper the filly!
>Floor Bored is too innocent for this world, even at sixteen.
>AnonFilly tries her hardest not to corrupt her, but it's difficult.
>"What's 'fuck' mean, lil' sis?"
"Oh, uh, I meant buck, but I got tongue tied."
>"Gasp! But bu- the B-word is bad, Sis! Mom and Dad'll ground you if they hear you say it. Maybe we can use fuck instead, like a fake swear."
>"Fuck yeah! We're making our own secret sister language!""

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32954545 && dateTime=="09/19/18(Wed)21:45:16")

Kek, this is great. Would love to see more."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32955193 && dateTime=="09/20/18(Thu)01:28:25")

>Hey, Lil Sis, why are there a bunch of swimsuit magazines under your bed? Do you plan on asking Mom and Dad to buy you one?"
"P-put those back! They're private!"
>"But why? It's just a bunch of mares in swimwear. Nothing special... Why are the pages stuck together, though?"
"It's glue! I was, ah, working on a model..."
>"Gasp! Are you making a giant fighting robot model for me! I knew you would be up to something since my birthday is in a week!"
>Great... Now you're gong to have to use the allowance you saved up to by a model, then spend a week putting it together."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32955815 && dateTime=="09/20/18(Thu)07:58:51")

Not the healthiest overlap with other threads, I think, unless Floor manages to remain a core character in the story rather than someone who happens to be there."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32955823 && dateTime=="09/20/18(Thu)08:05:35")

Floor is just happy to finally have a friend and a pony to look up to her instead of being the friendless loser at school.
As for NEET stuff, it could be that she strives to succeed to make her little sister proud of her, but after continuous failures, cuts off communications with the family and lives in a hovel somewhere.
AnonFilly, having been worried for the last couple years, sets out to find Floor as soon as she graduates high school, only to find the shame-faced mare living off of the government and wishing her little sister wasn't looking at her at that moment."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32956512 && dateTime=="09/20/18(Thu)13:03:41")

">Floor lives with anon
>Anon takes care of Floor
>Anon becomes Filly
>now Floor is trying ( and failing) to look after anon"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32956626 && dateTime=="09/20/18(Thu)13:41:57" && image=="concerned floor.png")

How about
>Anon lived with Floor and took care of her, genuinely trying to help her back into society
>Anon somehow gets filly'd, doesn't really have anywhere to go, so (s)he goes back to old apartment shared with Floor
>Floor now has to fight the dark urges she previously successfully suppressed with Anon's help
>unfortunately Anon is oblivious to the precarious state (s)he ended up in
>Anon still tries to help Floor the best way (s)he can, despite being in the body of a horse child

>getting filly'd scrambled Anon's mind a fair bit, making a mess of memory
>Toilet Sparkle thinks it would be best for Anon to stay in familiar environment to help her brain recover and sort things out
>returning from the grocery store, Floor finds little filly on her doorstep with a letter from princess purple that, in her oh-so-eloquent Asperger's-riddled manner, explains who filly is and why she's here
>it is Floor's turn to help now, as she must care for her new "little sister" and help her remember who she was, what she did for Floor and what she meant for her

I realize that there's a fair bit of focus on Anon, but it can be balanced out by writing exclusively from Floor's perspective, possibly with narration included."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32957261 && dateTime=="09/20/18(Thu)16:31:05")

Foal Fiddler Floor, eh?
Haven't seen much of that."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32957284 && dateTime=="09/20/18(Thu)16:35:44")

Floor does not fiddle with fillies, she just plays games and eats snaçks with them.

And maybe the occasional snuggle"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32957383 && dateTime=="09/20/18(Thu)16:56:51")

>Foal Fiddler
You wish. She'll have a meltdown before she can score a single foal.
The foal she wanted to molest will end up consoling the sobbing mare."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32957718 && dateTime=="09/20/18(Thu)18:34:41")

">Floor goes to molest Anonfilly
"I'm finally going to do it, I'm going to fuck Anon, even if she is a filly,
> Anon Enters Floors governmentally allocated apartment
> "Hiya Floor!"
> Floor looks at Anon and begins to tear up
> "No, Floor, don't cry, please don't cry, come here, gimme a hug
> Anon consoles the sobbing Floor hugging her and caressing her mane
> "Floor, what am I going to do with you, you big filly"
"Thanks Anon, I needed that"
> "No probs Floor!""

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32958125 && dateTime=="09/20/18(Thu)20:58:28")


I keep having dream about a very heroic floor bored fighting a fucked up demonic version of herself as the climax of said conflict makes her accept her ego and her 'flame' is now kindled again from said heroic deed."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32959083 && dateTime=="09/21/18(Fri)02:47:09")

"p10 again?";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32959294 && dateTime=="09/21/18(Fri)05:19:21")

I remember we had that idea floating around before where she just becomes friends with the colt she tries to molest.
Sad twist I'd do would be that Floor is a straight pedo, and only finds young foals attractive.
The entire time she's friends with the innocent colt, she's lusting after him, but he doesn't realize.
Then he hits puberty, goes through the change, and starts to find himself lusting after the mare who's been his friend for so long.
Unfortunately, now that he's older and just hit a growth-spurt, Floor can't find him attractive in that way anymore.
They are doomed to be star-crossed lovers because Floor has a mental illness."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32959636 && dateTime=="09/21/18(Fri)08:11:14")

"I still like the idea of Floor having some amazing talent, but her belief that it's stupid or simply that she hasn't realized how special it is has prevented her from getting a cutie mark.
Like, she's actually the world's greatest mathematician, but doesn't think she's even above average until she casually solves some unsolvable math problem and she's confronted about it.
>"What? It was easy. A foal could have solved that.""

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32959657 && dateTime=="09/21/18(Fri)08:22:46")

We're reaching a new level of NEET. Strong enough to not even post anymore"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32959729 && dateTime=="09/21/18(Fri)08:51:44" && image=="sketch-1537534139444.png")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32960723 && dateTime=="09/21/18(Fri)14:23:18")

"Floor is season 9s villian, she smells so bad equestria surrenders";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32961041 && dateTime=="09/21/18(Fri)16:05:44")

"Don't die on me thread!";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32961197 && dateTime=="09/21/18(Fri)16:59:32")

Floor being potty trained?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32961274 && dateTime=="09/21/18(Fri)17:19:30")

Well she needs to learn somehow"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32961572 && dateTime=="09/21/18(Fri)18:39:26")

>ywn congratulate Floor by stepping her up from diapers to big-girl pull-ups."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32961628 && dateTime=="09/21/18(Fri)19:11:13")

Floor is best filly"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32961903 && dateTime=="09/21/18(Fri)20:49:00" && image=="sketch-1537577292094.png")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32961944 && dateTime=="09/21/18(Fri)21:00:01")

God, that's adorable."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32962127 && dateTime=="09/21/18(Fri)22:02:31" && image=="sketch-1537581601447.png")

"Big sis Floor and definitely not cute Anonfilly";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32962352 && dateTime=="09/21/18(Fri)23:11:48")

Think you missed some color in Floor's tail and left hindleg"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32962442 && dateTime=="09/21/18(Fri)23:43:53" && image=="sketch-1537587805466.png")

Didn't notice that thanks"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32962536 && dateTime=="09/22/18(Sat)00:19:50" && image=="sketch-1537589960318.png")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32962778 && dateTime=="09/22/18(Sat)01:47:57")

You're welcome. But you're still missing some color on her leg. The part you colored was her body."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32962786 && dateTime=="09/22/18(Sat)01:50:25" && image=="1527767828304.png")

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32963045 && dateTime=="09/22/18(Sat)04:55:44")

No! bad Anon, Floor is not for the garbage, she is for cuddling and loving"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32963267 && dateTime=="09/22/18(Sat)08:24:39")

">The banished Nightmare leaves Luna and scrambles to find a new host before dying like the parasite that it is.
>Unfortunately, the only one with enough baggage, a weak will, and who is inclined towards sharing head space with a being of pure evil, if only to have some company, is Floor Bored.
>Tremble in fear of Nightmare Floor!
>They make life a little shitter for others through excessive shit posting."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32963354 && dateTime=="09/22/18(Sat)09:09:00")

"Evil Floor is clearly bidding her time and making people underestimate her abilities";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32964092 && dateTime=="09/22/18(Sat)12:48:38")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32964806 && dateTime=="09/22/18(Sat)15:23:56")

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32964906 && dateTime=="09/22/18(Sat)15:38:10")

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32965502 && dateTime=="09/22/18(Sat)17:37:51")

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32966491 && dateTime=="09/22/18(Sat)21:04:49")

"AWF where you at my man?";

if(shpace && title=="" && postNumber==32967496 && dateTime=="09/23/18(Sun)00:59:40" && image=="JPEG_20180922_224324.jpg")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32967541 && dateTime=="09/23/18(Sun)01:12:46")

Nice dicc"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32968275 && dateTime=="09/23/18(Sun)07:00:13")

I wouldn't be surprised if the male version of Floor Bored was hung.
It's why he's forever alone. Every mare who sees his erect member is so terrified of it that they run for the hills or else risk being ripped in half.
After years of rejection, it's worn Floor down to the NEET we know today.
FemAnon, though, likes 'em big, and tiny ponies almost never measure up to what she craves.
... Until now, that is.
Good job, though. It doesn't look that much like a dick. Pretty obviously a leg."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32969339 && dateTime=="09/23/18(Sun)14:28:33")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32969750 && dateTime=="09/23/18(Sun)16:53:48" && image=="sketch-1537736025264.png")

"Floor is best big sister";

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32969780 && dateTime=="09/23/18(Sun)17:05:25")


> "Go in or drive-thru?" Anon asked as he turned into the parking lot.
> The mere fact that he wanted *her* decision was a big deal for Floor Bored, so she gave it serious thought. She was still wearing her hoodie, albeit with the hood pulled down.
> Funny how she never even noticed that as they were leaving the dentist. She had been just so relieved to be out of the place.
> She could pull it up now and go into the restaurant with Anon. They'd sit at a table and have a snack.
> Floor could certainly do that, but she couldn't help thinking about all the people, staring at the pony. Maybe there would be some children, who would insist on asking her questions.
> Or, Celestia forbid, poke at her!
> Maybe a Saturday morning wasn't the best time to start going out in the public again.
> Would Anon be disappointed? Floor looked at the human, who had stopped the car out of the way to wait for her decision.
> He was trying to help, and integrating with society was a part of it, Floor knew. She didn't want to let her human down.
> The indecision made her ears lower pathetically.
> Floor took a deep breath and prepared to say 'inside'. It would be good for her. She was already reaching for the hood, but Anon spoke up first.
> "Let's take the drive-thru then. Baby steps, right?"
> The mare let her mouth fall open, but the suggestion was very welcome.
"Yes, please!"
> She couldn't help smiling a little as she let the hood drop back. She didn't feel like she needed it in the car.
> The human was getting to know her body language rather frighteningly well.
> There wasn't too big of a rush, so they came to the ordering window in less than a minute.
> "What'll you have?" Anon asked."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32969783 && dateTime=="09/23/18(Sun)17:06:27")


> Floor looked around, desperately searching for the menu or something until she spotted a colorful billboard. She couldn't get a clear view from behind Anon. In her enthusiasm, the pony just stepped on his leg to get herself in a better position.
> It was hard to pick, just like the other night. The employee was waiting, though, so the mare just chose at random.
"Flurry, with Oreos!"
> Her tail swished in anticipation of the cold, sweet, chocolate goodness. She accidentally hit Anon in the face with it, but he didn't seem to mind.
> His hand landed on her back for a quick pat, then he made his order: "Same for me, please!"
> The tinny, scratchy voice from the tiny speaker bid them to go forward, so they could pay and Floor stepped off her human so he could drive. She licked her lips, almost tasting the ice cream already. She didn't hear the number the cashier said.
> Anon shuffled a little on his seat as he dug out his wallet to pay, then they drove the last bit forward to pick-up.
> Floor Bored couldn't help but marvel at the efficiency of these humans. It took them less than three minutes from ordering to pulling up at the last window, and their treats were already prepared.
> Anon took them, thanked the teenager who had served them and held one cup out for Floor.
> She grasped it awkwardly with her hooves and just put it on the seat.
> That way she could hold it in place with her forelegs without having to balance awkwardly on her haunches. Her neck was still flexible enough for her muzzle to reach the cup and her tongue was plenty long so she didn't need the plastic spoon.
> Anon's cup went on the dashboard so he could drive the car."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32969786 && dateTime=="09/23/18(Sun)17:06:53")


if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32969789 && dateTime=="09/23/18(Sun)17:07:28")


> Too late Floor realized she had dug right in, which felt very impolite when her human couldn't follow suit.
"Uh, sorry. I'll wait!"
> She surreptitiously licked a bit of cream from her face and gave Anon as innocent a grin as she could manage. It probably looked sheepish, but Floor was still in a very good mood for having done something beneficial for herself.
> Well, Anon had made her go to the dentist, but it still felt nice, especially now that it was over! She was being responsible and grown-up! No doubt she'd be more appealing to her human now, too! A grown up mare like her!
> Fortunately, the pony didn't have to resist her ice cream too long, because Anon just pulled into an empty parking spot so they could eat.
> As soon as he reached for his own ice cream, Floor dunked her muzzle again and practically inhaled what was left of hers.
> She really would need to learn to eat more slowly, the mare thought as she cleaned out the cup with her tongue.
> "I should have gotten you two," Anon commented, making Floor blush a little.
> He stuck his spoon in the cup to free his hand and patted her mane. "Don't worry about it. Was it good?"
> Her head bobbed up and down excitedly and Floor grinned. She remembered just in time:
"Thank you!"
> His hand got a lick, making Anon gasp a little at how cold her tongue was.
> "Heh, it's a good thing ponies don't get brain freeze. Or do they?"
"Brain what?"
> "You know," the human explained, after hurriedly eating a spoonful, "eat too much cold in one bite and your head hurts for a bit."
"OH, that! Yeah, I get that, but it has to be more than this little cup."
> She watched Anon with undisguised envy, because he still had ice cream to enjoy."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32969793 && dateTime=="09/23/18(Sun)17:08:39")


> "Here, we can share," he offered, like a real gentlecolt.
> He was holding out the cup. Floor looked from it to his face and then back, licking her lips. She wanted it, Celestia knew!
> It wouldn't be strictly fair, but he *had* offered!
> In the end, the pony cautiously leaned forward and gave the treat the smallest lick she possibly could. It was enough to leave a taste on her tongue without really depriving Anon of his sweet.
> The human didn't comment as he spooned a bit more in his mouth. As he waited for it to melt without swallowing - a trick Floor decided she would learn, he waved the cup toward her again.
> The mare gave it another cautious lick, wondering why Anon wasn't grossed out by pony spit.
"Y-You sure it's okay?"
> The man nodded and swallowed. "Yeah, sure. This way you take your time and enjoy it."
> That was so very sweet and thoughtful! Floor almost said it, but changed her mind at the last moment and blushed instead.
> The pair alternated between taking licks and spoonfuls, until the cup was mostly empty. Somehow, Floor found, it really did taste better if she took it a bit at a time. Something she would have to experiment with the next time!
> There would definitely be a next time! She was already looking forward to it.
> "Here, wanna clean it out?" Anon offered, holding the empty cup toward her.
> He didn't have to tell her twice and Floor stuck her tongue in it. She froze as she felt the warmth of Anon's hand through the thin plastic.
> It made her blush, but she continued lapping up the melted cream, even if she couldn't quite meet the human's eyes.
> Once the sweetness was gone, Floor made sure to thoroughly explore the plastic with her tongue to find that last, errant bit of syrup, then pulled her muzzle away."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32969796 && dateTime=="09/23/18(Sun)17:09:41")


> Anon stuck the empty cup in the one still between her forelegs and said: "Could you take those two when we get home and throw them in the trash?"
> It was the least she could do! Floor nodded happily.
"Yeah yeah, sure! Thanks for the ice cream!"
> She reared up to give his face a lick, but the human turned his head at exactly the wrong moment. Her tongue landed right on his lips.
> Floor nearly squeaked in shock, but managed to silence it just in time. She did, however, blush deeply and turn her head away in a hurry.
> "It's f-fine!" Anon countered almost before she had said it. His voice was a little too high and shaky and Floor couldn't stop herself from taking a peek.
> Anon was blushing, too!
> Her eyes widened in realization. Maybe he *did* like her, but was just a bit shy about it? Should she make the first move?
> How did you even do that?!
> Luckily there was the car to drive, giving the human something to focus on and the mare an excuse to stare out the window, unseeing, so she could think it over.
> Was it even possible? She - Floor Bored - caught the eye of a lovely, kind and handsome colt like Anon? And not just as a convenient hole to put his... thing in, but as *actual* Floor Bored?
> Somepony he'd like to talk to and take out to dinner and ice cream and watch movies with? And play games with?
> They did like some of the same things, even if Anon preferred western cartoons and Floor appreciated anime more. She was big on MOBA, while the human enjoyed shooters, but they could certainly play both together.
> Floor realized she wouldn't even mind what they gamed or watched, as long as they had fun together.
> It wasn't an emotion she had ever thought she'd feel! Was this what 'like' felt? As in 'Anon liked her'?"

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32969803 && dateTime=="09/23/18(Sun)17:10:42")


> So what happened next?! Should she try and kiss him when they got home? Or should she wait for another such opportunity where food was involved.
> Would - the mere thought made the pony gasp - would Anon try and kiss *her*?!
> "You okay?" the human asked quietly, glancing over, but soon returning his eyes to the road.
> She couldn't help stumbling over her words and Floor silently cursed herself for this speech impediment she sometimes had.
> Of course the human didn't believe it. "You sure?"
> He still wasn't quite convinced, but he didn't dig further, to Floor's relief. Instead, he reached over to pat her withers.
> "I'm proud of you today. I know how scary it was. But you'll see it's nothing horrible."
> Anon hadn't told her when the next visit was. Floor was hoping for *months*, but it was probably more like *weeks*. She didn't want to think about it, not when she had this natural high of ice cream with Anon.
"Y-Yeah, thanks."
> "Which reminds me," the human went on, "we need to stop at the pony store to get you some better toothpaste. You said mine was disgusting."
> Floor made a face and stuck out her tongue at the memory.
"It was like putting asphalt into my mouth."
> Anon chuckled a little, but the mare didn't mind too much. "It's mint, Floor," he told her again.
"That's what you say! To me it's asphalt!"
> That just made him laugh harder and Floor glared at the insensitive human.
> When he could finally speak again, he kept smiling at her, as if he couldn't see her scrunched up face. "Well, let's go and buy a pony-friendly one, but no more excuses after that, okay? No 'forgetting' to brush!"
> Her ears flopped down in shame and the pony sighed.
"Yes, Anon."
> "I'll remind you. We can do it together.""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32969808 && dateTime=="09/23/18(Sun)17:11:57")


> Floor Bored turned the idea around in her mind. Why was it so attractive? It was just a... thing! A boring, useless thing she hadn't bothered too much with ever since her parents stopped making her.
> Perhaps that was the reason her teeth were in such a bad shape, but it was still just a chore!
> It shouldn't be something she looked forward to, should it? But that was exactly what Anon's promise made her do.
> A naughty thought occurred and Floor smiled a little.
"So you gonna hold me up to the sink?"
> She blushed heavily when she realized Anon was actually *considering* it! Floor opened her mouth to tell him no, but the human was faster.
> "If I have to," he said, not looking at her. "But I'll get a chair or something for you to stand on."
> It was proof of just how much she liked Anon that Floor wasn't even annoyed at all these changes and extra work she'd have to do. It was all for her own benefit, true, but the mare would balk at any such suggestion under normal circumstances.
> What *this* love? Allowing somepony else to change her life and not even minding it?
> Her ears folded down as Floor thought about what it would be like if Anon and her were really... *together*. That accidental kiss - that was what she was calling it! - wouldn't have had to be accidental.
> She could just kiss him whenever she wanted. And he her, of course.
> They'd cuddle in the same bed every night. Well, day, in Anon's case.
> Most important of all, the could do... other things.
> The mare shuffled and tried to surreptitiously put a tail under herself to keep the seat dry.
> She wanted to make all of that happen. What should she do to make it so?"

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32969812 && dateTime=="09/23/18(Sun)17:13:00")


> Ah, yes.
> She made her voice quiet and sad, because she felt that made it more meaningful. She kept her ears down and turned large, glistening, pony eyes on the human.
"Anon? Thank you. For everything."


A bit of cute before bed tonight. Hope it was interesting/amusing/something!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32969815 && dateTime=="09/23/18(Sun)17:13:53")

This is too adorable"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32970328 && dateTime=="09/23/18(Sun)20:22:35")

Who will brake the ice first? Who will the brave one to go further in this relationship?
Great update."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32971049 && dateTime=="09/24/18(Mon)01:00:28")

>Floor loves playing neightendo 64 with her little sis, especially becuase Anon is pants at it.
"Argh! You're lucky I don't have my thumbs or I'd be dominating!"
>"How 'bout you just get good, scrub?"
"That's it!"
"Let's see how good you are when your controller's unplugged!""

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32971482 && dateTime=="09/24/18(Mon)04:09:05")

If they're playing Mareio Party, they're sisterhood is done.
That game can tear the closest of friends apart."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32972078 && dateTime=="09/24/18(Mon)10:47:22")

>accidental kiss
everything went better than expected!
Also, kek at Anon subtly insinuating that Floors breath is bad (and it most certainly would be)"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32972846 && dateTime=="09/24/18(Mon)15:40:57" && image=="sketch-1537818032867.png")

"I really like the idea of these two as sisters";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32973005 && dateTime=="09/24/18(Mon)16:36:16")

I do as well
That's so adorable"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32973468 && dateTime=="09/24/18(Mon)19:06:55")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32973482 && dateTime=="09/24/18(Mon)19:12:11" && image=="sketch-1537828950610.png")


if(shpace && title=="" && postNumber==32973521 && dateTime=="09/24/18(Mon)19:22:10" && image=="JPEG_20180924_172028.jpg")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32974678 && dateTime=="09/25/18(Tue)02:11:41")


Make that four."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32975130 && dateTime=="09/25/18(Tue)06:27:07")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32975256 && dateTime=="09/25/18(Tue)07:20:37")

"So, in response to all of this Bowsette nonsense.. Does anyone want to draw Floor Bored and Anon with the Super Crowns on?
Princess Floorette (heh, floor it!) and Anuette."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32975787 && dateTime=="09/25/18(Tue)12:05:42")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32976427 && dateTime=="09/25/18(Tue)15:00:47")

leave that cancer out of this thread"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32977046 && dateTime=="09/25/18(Tue)18:18:30" && image=="JPEG_20180925_224936.jpg")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32977248 && dateTime=="09/25/18(Tue)19:20:33")

Was being blurry part of your plan?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32977703 && dateTime=="09/25/18(Tue)21:26:18")

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32978395 && dateTime=="09/26/18(Wed)00:42:52")

Anon would not like Floorette because no-hooves.
Floor, on the other hand, would like Anuette.
She'd immediately be thinking lewd thoughts based around the yuri doujins she's read."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32979128 && dateTime=="09/26/18(Wed)06:50:02")

And then Anon and Floor would have a fight, a chunk of the audience would stop reading, and it would be horrible and awful for everyone involved."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32979166 && dateTime=="09/26/18(Wed)07:27:34")

begone with your seasonal waifu thottery

>Anon would not like Floorette because no-hooves
what if it turned her into an alicorn"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32979814 && dateTime=="09/26/18(Wed)12:57:10")

Alicorn Floor, Princess of Junk Food and Bad Decisions."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32980836 && dateTime=="09/26/18(Wed)18:23:38")

And page drifting from sheer laziness."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32980978 && dateTime=="09/26/18(Wed)19:07:35")

Princess of Regret more like."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32981077 && dateTime=="09/26/18(Wed)19:33:58" && image=="20180926_213659.jpg")

Didn't realise how blurry it was"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32982206 && dateTime=="09/27/18(Thu)01:06:24")

At first, I thought it was a Star Trek shirt, and was thinking, "Yeah, I could see Floor being into something Nerdy like that."
Who would be her favorite captain? Probably Kirk because he fucks everything."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32982226 && dateTime=="09/27/18(Thu)01:13:29")

Captain Sulu, because Asian man with a silky voice, and get Floorb hot and m-moist."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32982427 && dateTime=="09/27/18(Thu)02:34:40")

Here's another question.
If Floor was on the Enterprise, what would be her position?
Probably a generic red shirt who's life is always on the line with Anon frantically trying to keep her from danger."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32982719 && dateTime=="09/27/18(Thu)05:25:48")

"Neet memeshroom";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32983071 && dateTime=="09/27/18(Thu)09:31:50")

Red shirts are security, maybe she should be the captain....a NEET captain, who uses the ship deflector dish to project a anime show she likes on to other planets and force the inhabitants to watch the animes"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32983782 && dateTime=="09/27/18(Thu)14:20:55")

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32984020 && dateTime=="09/27/18(Thu)15:53:23")


Captain Floor of the ESS Neetshroom

(ESS = Equestrian Starship)"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32984269 && dateTime=="09/27/18(Thu)16:51:27")

You really want the neetshroom, eh?
I am surprised that no one has done art for it yet."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32984454 && dateTime=="09/27/18(Thu)17:27:08")


I don't care about the shroom thing, I just added it in because I know Floor would want it."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32984806 && dateTime=="09/27/18(Thu)19:09:26" && image=="BBEAD95A-04A9-4EBF-9154-D264555D1DA1.jpg")

I’m surprised that no one has ever brought up the famous cumsock-shroom during these discussions of fungus"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32985391 && dateTime=="09/27/18(Thu)22:36:02")

"If Floor was trapped in a videogame, which one do you think she'd love to be in?
Alternatively, which would she despise?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32985405 && dateTime=="09/27/18(Thu)22:40:40")

Animal crossing would probably be pretty good for her because she could be a neet with basically no consequences"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32985412 && dateTime=="09/27/18(Thu)22:43:06" && image=="disgusting.png")

If you ate those shrooms, would you trip balls or die? How the fuck does this happen? In what condition do you keep a sock like that for so long in such the right way inside your own home to grow mushrooms on a sock? Why would you do this?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32985885 && dateTime=="09/28/18(Fri)01:27:48")

depends on what spores the mushrooms came from really. Mushroom spores can pretty much grow on anything that has the basest amount of nutrients, even sawdust. combine that with a dark dank area and you get mushroom growth. people can and have grown mushrooms for consumption in their baements, although usually not on overused cumsocks that been left for weeks"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32986369 && dateTime=="09/28/18(Fri)06:39:55")

She'd be in crippling debt to a racoon though.
Or become mayor.
Both tough spots.
Cum sock shrooms probably lend a unique flavor. You might be able to sell them at a farmer's market and make big bucks.
Just don't reveal the source."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32987277 && dateTime=="09/28/18(Fri)14:03:57")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32987519 && dateTime=="09/28/18(Fri)15:51:44")

That's a fart, Anon.
I bet Floor has the most noxious junk food farts that can clear the room.
Whenever Anon and her are playing vidya, and she's losing, she just lets run rip to make Anon run for cover, earning her the win.

"God! How can you just sit there?! That's foul!"
>"Every one likes the smell of their own brand, Anon."
"This is why I won't do anal with you! I'm not putting my dick anywhere near that toxic gas hazard!""

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32988641 && dateTime=="09/28/18(Fri)21:45:17" && image=="(Masturbation stops).png")

brapfags get outta my thread"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32989535 && dateTime=="09/29/18(Sat)02:09:48")

That was more of a joke than a fetishizing of farts.
It's almost like people can no longer tell fart-jokes these days without being called brapfags.
Fart-jokes used to be a comedy staple before pc culture."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32989575 && dateTime=="09/29/18(Sat)02:27:18")

Fart jokes were never funny except to absolute morons."

if(Scraggleman && title=="" && postNumber==32989582 && dateTime=="09/29/18(Sat)02:30:13" && image=="Anon forgets about that one scene in the never ending story.png")

">Pop in Never Ending Story to watch with Floorb
>She's really getting into it
>It gets to that part
>oh shit, you forgot about this part
>Floor is a big girl, she can handle it.

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32989641 && dateTime=="09/29/18(Sat)03:03:05")

Play to the crowd.
Sucks when your favorite character dies in a show or movie.
>Floor is extra torn up because Artax was so funny.
>He was great comic relief as he made wry, fourth-wall breaking remarks through the entire film, commenting on the actors' performances and the set design.
>And the acting when he was in the swamp, it was so genuine when he pretended being afraid.
>Anon is confused as Floor says all this, until he realizes that she can actually understand horse-language somehow.
>She doesn't realize this, thinking Artax was just another actor reading off a script."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32990027 && dateTime=="09/29/18(Sat)07:30:29")

It wasn't the PC culture that killed fart jokes, it was a handful of autistic brapfags who injected their hideous fetish into every single thread. You know, for laughs."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32990927 && dateTime=="09/29/18(Sat)12:51:05")

I didn't think his death in Never Ending Story could get sadder, yet here we are."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32991947 && dateTime=="09/29/18(Sat)16:21:22")


> Talking to Anon became a little bit easier over the next few days. Floor was actually feeling rather proud of herself.
> She even ventured out of her room each evening to say bye to Anon before he left for work. And he came in her room each morning when he was back for a quick 'mane tousling'. At least that's what he called it.
> Floor didn't mind, even if it did make her blush like crazy.
> She didn't even care about waking up that early in the morning. She just took the tousling like a champ, squeaked her greeting and went back to sleep for another hour or two.
> Until the day her roommate was late.
> The pony woke up much later than usually and listened intently. The apartment was empty. She almost disbelieved her ears, but there could be no doubt.
> She turned around and tried to go back to sleep, but for some reason it didn't come. A glance at the crack between her curtains showed her that the sun was already up, yet still no human.
> The horrible thought made her sit bolt upright and gasp: Maybe Anon had gotten hurt?!
> Maybe he'd had an accident on the road!
> Her hooves flew to her mouth and Floor struggled to get her breathing under control. Anon couldn't get hurt!
> What would she do without him?!
> Already tears threatened to overcome her as her imagination worked overtime to paint the picture of the bleak, dim, horrible world without Anon in it.
"Please, Celestia, no!"
> Without even realizing it, Floor had all but convinced herself that her favorite human had been killed in a stupid, senseless traffic accident.
> And she hadn't even told him how much she loved him!
> Well, she told him plenty of times, but not once out loud. That scared her more than thoughts of what her future would be like."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32991952 && dateTime=="09/29/18(Sat)16:22:25")


> She tried to get a grip on her runaway imagination.
"Come on, Floor!" she growled at herself, "you don't know anything yet!"
> She couldn't stay in bed. The pony slipped down to the floor and went into the hallway. She looked at the empty, impassive front door. Then she glanced in Anon's bedroom. Her rump hit the floor and she heaved a sigh.
> No, she told herself firmly, Anon was fine. Maybe he just got held up with a late meeting.
> He had never been *this* late, though... What could have happened?
> Floor thought about what to do. She couldn't leave and go look for him - she wouldn't even know where to start. And supposing he came home while she was out? Then *he* would be worried and go looking for her.
> Driving around in his car and not paying attention to the road. Something might *really* happen to him then!
> He was fine, just running late. Floor had to believe that.
> Maybe she could watch a movie, or play a game? Amuse herself to make the time pass faster until Anon came home.
> The pony looked at the living room, where a part of the couch was just visible from her angle. No, she shook her head. TV without Anon just wouldn't be the same.
> She didn't feel much like games. Or eating.
> She drew a shuddering breath and stared at the front door, willing it to open and admit the only human she'd ever love.
> It was quiet and remained resolutely shut. It defied her!
> The mare huffed and turned her back on it, but that just made it worse. Now she had to twist her neck around to look at it.
> Out of sheer desperation and loneliness and fear the pony went into Anon's bedroom. At least there she was surrounded by his scent."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32991957 && dateTime=="09/29/18(Sat)16:23:27")


> She briefly debated going into the bathroom, but that felt wrong. Yes she could get excited and rub herself, but it didn't seem right. It would be disrespectful if anything really *had* happened to Anon.
> Someone would come and tell her, wouldn't they?
> Did anypony even know she was there?
> Well, some human would come to put Anon's things in order, right? She'd know then.
> The dark thoughts threatened to overwhelm her again and Floor went to sit beside the bed. Anon's scent calmed her nerves.
> She closed her eyes and imagined she heard the human snoring softly on the pillow.
> She only got to sleep in his bed *twice*, and nothing had happened. That alone blew her mind.
> Weren't fillies and colts meant to *do something* when they ended up in bed together?
> She had been too sad, or too tired, or too scared to try anything and Anon had been too polite.
> A real gentlecolt.
> She already missed him!
> The mare didn't think about what she was doing. She was up on his bed in a single leap and curled under his blanket a few seconds later.
> She stuck her nose right where the pillow met the sheet and inhaled as deeply as she could.
> At least now she felt close to the human, even if it was only an illusion.
> She sniffled a little, closed her eyes and tried to remember all the good times they'd shared. Floor just wished there had been more of them.
> She wasn't even aware of falling asleep.
> "Floor?"
> The call woke her up and for a moment the mare didn't know where she was. It was incredibly warm and comfortable and she didn't want to leave.
> But the voice had sounded worried. There was also something she was supposed to remember.
> Her ears flew up.

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32991966 && dateTime=="09/29/18(Sat)16:24:32")


> "Huh? Where are you?" he asked and came out of her room. Too late the mare remembered she had simply invaded his bed and made herself at home. Her cheeks began to burn and she pulled the blanket back over her head.
> The human came into his room. "Floor? Any reason why you're in my bed all of a sudden?" he asked, slowly and carefully. She could clearly imagine his face all scrunched up in confusion.
> It was cute, but she hoped he wouldn't be too angry with her.
> She really didn't have an answer, other than a flood of relief that he was fine.
> That reminded her:
"You are late! I was w-worried!"
> The bed depressed near her, springs squeaking gently in protest, and a hand landed on the blanket over her back. Floor imagined she felt its warmth even through the fabric.
> She wished she could nuzzle it, but with her cheeks nearly setting fire to the bed, she didn't dare show her face.
> "Floor," Anon repeated. "Why are you in my bed?"
> The mare remained quiet, but her thoughts went in a desperate circle. 'Pleasedontuncoverme, pleasedontuncoverme, ohpleaseohpleaseohplease."
> The cloth pulled back and she blinked in the sudden light, before sticking her face firmly into the bed sheet and doing the best she could with her forehooves.
> Out of the corner of her eye Floor saw Anon lift his hand and she stiffened in expectation of a slap. Worried about him or not, crawling up in Anon's bed had been completely indecent!
> The blow didn't land, but she still flinched when his fingers sought out an ear and scratched.
> "Hey, hey, don't be afraid Floor. I'm not mad. Just curious."
> The mare remembered her worry and her words spilled out:"

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32991975 && dateTime=="09/29/18(Sat)16:25:34")


"You weren't home and I w-woke up and you weren't here and I got worried and I went to stare at the front door, and then, and then..."
> She barely had time to gasp down a fresh breath of air. Floor knew that if she stopped, she'd never be able to finish it.
> Her hooves left her head and wrapped themselves around Anon's midriff. He was fine and nothing else really mattered.
"...thought you were dead or in a car accident or something and I got scared and sad and- and..."
> The human chuckled and clamped her muzzle shut with his free hand. "Oi, relax. I'm fine. I'm late because..."
> He fell silent and Floor risked a glance. The human was looking out his room and into hers. She followed his gaze but there was nothing out of the ordinary.
> "Here, let me go, I'll show you," the human said and pried her legs away.
> The mare was reluctant, but she relaxed her grip and watched the human leave. She kept her eyes on him as he went into her room, picked up a plastic bag and returned.
> It was a white bag with a logo she didn't know. She couldn't identify the smell coming from it, which made her extra curious.
> "Here, I got you this," the human said and pulled out a piece of black cloth.
> Her eyes went wide as she realized it was a hoodie.
> "Well, I know I promised I'd take you to pick one out yourself, but things kept coming up. So today I decided to go and buy you one. We can still go and get another, if you'd like..."
> Floor almost wasn't listening. She spread the fabric on the bed beside her and looked at it in wonder. Black, just like the other one. It was even softer than the one she had. It looked a little smaller, too, so it would be more snug.
> "It's cashmere, supposedly. Hope you like it," the human finished as Floor turned it around."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32991985 && dateTime=="09/29/18(Sat)16:26:35")


> She read the letters printed on the belly.
"Q. T. Pi?"
> The last one was the mathematical symbol. It took Floor a moment to put it all together.
"Cutie pie?"
> The human gave a chuckle and shifted away. He couldn't quite meet her eyes. "We can take it back if you don't like it. It's on the front anyway, so no one will see it, most likely."
> He took a sigh. "They had to print it special, you know? They usually have writing on the back for pony clothes, so people can read it. Or on the sides."
> Floor looked up, her eyes glittering with tears of gratitude.
"Cutie pie," she repeated. "Wait, w-why did you want one with text... in f-front?"
> Now it was his turn to blush. He shook his head and held up a hand as if to hide his expression. "Nah, it's stupid. We'll go take it back and you can pick out another one."
> He was embarrassed about something! Floor knew that sheepish smile by now. She was curious.
> The mare stood up, put her forehooves on his leg and stuck her face right in his.
"Tell me! Tellme tellme tellme!"
> She even jumped a little to emphasize her demand.
> Anon took a deep breath. He still didn't look at her. At long last he answered, quietly and nervously: "I, well, I thought I don't wanna advertise that, you know? If,... uh, if it's on the belly, then only you and m-me know."
> Floor blinked. It took her three takes and repeating what he'd said under her breath to understand it completely.
> Then her eyes widened and she jumped off. Now she was blushing, too.
> Was this- did this mean they were dating?!
> The human was looking at her expectantly, with that nervous, fearful smile on his face.
"Uh, t-t-thank you!"
> She felt something more was called for.
"I l-love... it!""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32991992 && dateTime=="09/29/18(Sat)16:27:56")


> Her legs twitched as Floor thought about hugging and kissing the human, but she chickened out like usual. Instead she hung her head and sighed at her own cowardice. She had almost said it this time!
> Stupid, unobservant, thick human! He should realize what she was trying to squeak out and say it for her!
> Preferably in a way so she just had to nod!
> Her eyes fell on the hoodie again. 'Cutie pie.'
> She liked it! Especially the fact that the message was on her belly, so nopony would see it unless she wanted them to!
> That was a really clever and sweet gesture from the human.
> He interrupted her train of thought by yawning.
> "Ugh, sorry. It's been a long night. I think I'm going to go to sleep without breakfast."
> Floor shook her head as another idea struck her.
"Nuh-huh! I'm gonna make you something!"
> About the only thing she could 'cook' without incident was cereal, but it would do in a pinch. In her excitement, she pushed Anon down, right into the warm spot.
"Wait here! I'll be right b-back!"
> Before he could argue, the mare galloped away. Kitchen, fridge, bowl, milk! She pushed the chair around, nearly knocking it over in her hurry. She poured the yellow flakes, then milk, then a touch of sugar. She almost jumped down before remembering and adding a spoon.
> Her shuffle back to the room took extra long, because she had to hold the bowl in her forelegs and awkwardly balance on her hind hooves, but she made it without incident by sheer luck.
> The human was still where she left him. He hadn't even undressed!
> He smiled when she put the bowl in his hands.
"Uh, breakfast in bed?"
> He actually laughed at the little joke and the sound warmed Floor's heart. She sat on the floor to wait, so she could clear the dish away when he was done."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32992000 && dateTime=="09/29/18(Sat)16:28:59")


> "After this, we're brushing our teeth, remember?"
> The mare deflated a little. She had forgotten about that.
"Oh. Okay..."
> An outrageous idea popped up. It was so blatantly *wrong* that Floor just blurted it out before thinking.
"C-Can I sleep here for a bit? I l-like how so-soft it... eep! Is."
> She hadn't realized what she was saying until the sentence was nearly out. The spoon stopped moving and the mare didn't dare look up into Anon's face.
> She heard he was holding his breath.
> "Sure, I guess."
> It had worked!
> Her muzzle fell open in shock and her heart began to hammer wildly, nearly breaking her ribs.
> "Yeah, sure. I'd like that."
> Was *this* it?!
> That easy?! Just go up to a colt you liked and ask to sleep in his bed?
> Floor clamped her muzzle shut so she wouldn't yell it out loud.

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32992011 && dateTime=="09/29/18(Sat)16:30:27")


Neat, it ends with a triple zero. Anyhow, things are heating up. Those lewd times seem all but inevitable now.

I also haven't posted the link in a while, in case anyone needs the whole story:"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32992372 && dateTime=="09/29/18(Sat)17:54:29")

Thanks based AWF, for the pre-euro-bed comfyness."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32992609 && dateTime=="09/29/18(Sat)18:50:43")

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32993599 && dateTime=="09/29/18(Sat)23:19:01")

Looking forward to that cute little moment where they stop beating around the bush and admit that they love each other. Good stuff."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32994191 && dateTime=="09/30/18(Sun)03:14:28")

>Floor wants to meet the actor who played Artax and get his autograph since he's now her favorite celebrity.
>Anon doesn't know how to tell her that he died in 2012."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32995059 && dateTime=="09/30/18(Sun)11:10:06")

cuddle time"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32996241 && dateTime=="09/30/18(Sun)17:39:49")

Can't have cuddle time on page 9. Up with you!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32997728 && dateTime=="09/30/18(Sun)23:06:28")

"Wake up you lazy, filthy horse";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32998642 && dateTime=="10/01/18(Mon)04:57:16")

"I want to pop the zits on her ass.";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32998969 && dateTime=="10/01/18(Mon)07:08:30")

How often do horses get zits? I've seen those giant abscess videos- you know the ones- but never a horse having little zits."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32999433 && dateTime=="10/01/18(Mon)10:46:01")

">Equestria is locked into old-timey technology because ponies have and will continue to be born whose talents lie in the obsolete
>Floor Bored's special talent is that of a bellhop
>Since she's never seen a manual elevator, she never realizes this"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32999838 && dateTime=="10/01/18(Mon)13:26:48")

Perhaps this equality nut Glimmer was onto something with her cutiemark shenanigans..."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33000484 && dateTime=="10/01/18(Mon)15:57:16")

INB4 anon gets sick and Floorb insists on trying to taking care of him. Shenanigans ensure.

Maybe even going as far as her leaving the apartment and... well shenanigans."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33000799 && dateTime=="10/01/18(Mon)17:37:31")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33001459 && dateTime=="10/01/18(Mon)21:10:44")

So long as the poor girl doesn't have a panic attack."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33002123 && dateTime=="10/02/18(Tue)17:18:28")

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33002540 && dateTime=="10/02/18(Tue)19:15:15" && image=="1514001450891.png")

These are real fuckin cute."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33003096 && dateTime=="10/02/18(Tue)22:03:21")

I think I need this.

>All it took was an offhand comment from Floor Bored's father about how they both "need to get laid""

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33003163 && dateTime=="10/02/18(Tue)22:19:57")

You normally see Floorb doing embarrassing and sexual things, but you almost never see her do cute things when she just forgets she's not alone. Das cute"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33003172 && dateTime=="10/02/18(Tue)22:21:09")

I don't know why pictures of Floorb wearing thick wool socks are more adorable/sexy to me than pictures of her wearing regular silky sexy socks."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33003563 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)00:03:49")

I love cat-sized ponies."

if(Scraggleman && title=="" && postNumber==33003856 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)01:43:59" && image=="Spoiler Image")

"I think I may have gone a bit too far with this, even though it is the time of year for scary things but this... this might be a bit hard for most of us to stomach, even for those of us who are into some pretty heinous shit.";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33003965 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)02:31:02" && image=="Heart_Attack_Imminent.jpg")

I'm spooked"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33003973 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)02:34:24")

I mean, real-talk, as long as she's happy, I'd support her.
If she's secretly miserable, and only doing it to impress someone, whether that's you, me, or society, I'd sit her down and explain to her that, yes, a job is a good thing, but if a desk job is killing her, then I'm okay with her quieting to look for something she enjoys."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==33004183 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)04:37:15")


Next cutehorse update is writ, but I still have to edit it. Posting approx tonight."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33004320 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)06:15:46")

>next moment Floor wakes up in her bed screaming
Normie nightmare is no joke lads.
But sometimes it's more painful than scary."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33004626 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)10:14:53" && image=="927497__safe_meme_exploitable+meme_lyra+heartstrings_reaction+image_scared_looking+up_expand+dong_why-dot-jpg_tony+kornheiser.jpg")

You took this too far. Not even Halloween can contain this level of wrongness."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33004707 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)10:52:44" && image=="ff71a67e70214b13971377141d1dbb62df54f417.png")

"One of the VTubers submissions";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33005209 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)14:31:27" && image=="1517642155185 (1).jpg")

"Oh man, this neet mare right there. I wanna rub my hands all over her body as I give her a bath, and lean in close to encourage her and her interests to build up her confidence, and finally... I wanna hold her close and wrap my hand around her hooves.";

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==33005222 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)14:36:08")


> Floor Bored thanked her lucky stars that she had remembered to take a towel back to Anon's bed after they were done with the brushing.
> Cuddling with Anon - *voluntarily* - was an intense experience and she would certainly have left a mess were it not for the towel's protection.
> She'd have to find a better way, soon! Maybe some sort of panties with a hole for her tail, so she could put pads in. Like the ones she saw in TV commercials! That's what they were for, right?
> Those were all good problems, however. The mare had a small, nervous smile on her muzzle as she tried to relax. The human was asleep, but he was still holding her!
> One arm was under her head, like an impromptu pillow. Pressed against her ear like that, Floor could hear his slow and steady heartbeat.
> His other arm rested lightly across her side with the hand on her belly. Occasionally the human shifted and his palm brushed the soft fur down there.
> Sometimes a finger slid across her exposed flesh, sending a pleasant shiver up her spine and a fresh dribble down into the towel.
> Half and inch closer and Anon would be caressing her nipples! Floor bit her lip to keep from whimpering each time he moved.
> Having strange hands on her body was *exhilarating*! It was a stroke of luck that Anon didn't notice just how excited she got.
> If he did, Floor would have died of shame! They weren't even doing anything *sexual*, it was just the novelty and her overactive imagination!
> She would absolutely never fall asleep like that, the mare knew, but she still didn't move a muscle.
> The cuddle had to last as long as it could!
> The pony closed her eyes, took a deep, contented sigh and mouthed the words:
"I love you, Anon!""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==33005225 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)14:37:11")


> She didn't voice them, but hey- small hoofsteps, right?
> The human shifted again and Floor froze, afraid he might have heard her somehow! His hand on her belly travelled up, squeezed her more tightly against his chest, then went still.
> He obviously wasn't even aware he was doing it, but the gesture felt so nice that Floor felt obliged to repay it.
> Before she could talk herself out of it, the mare licked Anon's bare upper arm. It made him shiver a little, which was cute, so she did it again.
> The salt tasted nice and the mare kept going. It was a bit of a stretch, but she could just reach his forearm, where the little hairs tickled her tongue.
> It was interesting how humans had so little fur. Not that she was complaining! It just meant she'd have an easier time licking!
> Anon murmured something - probably that his arm was cold - and grabbed her muzzle with a hand.
"Eep! Sorry!"
> Floor hadn't realized she had woken him up!
> "Mmm... 'sokay," Anon muttered and used the corner of their cover to wipe his arm dry. Then he yawned and pulled the mare a bit closer.
> "Warm..." he said, which made Floor grin hugely. She pushed herself more tightly against his chest.
> She had no idea what time it was and the curtains in his room were completely closed. The mare hoped it was still early. She would be very sad when *this* ended.
> Of course she would try and get in Anon's bed every day!
> While she was plotting, the human let out a small snore. Good, her antics hadn't woken him up much. That was a relief.
> If he didn't get enough rest, Anon probably wouldn't want to share his bed again.
"S-Sweet dreams!" Floor whispered.
> Floor Bored woke up with a small start. She quickly remembered where she was and stretched luxuriously."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==33005231 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)14:38:12")


> Anon's lap. It beat any other bed she'd ever had!
> She looked out across the hallway to her own room, trying to gauge how late in the day it was. The pony had never intended to fall asleep, but lying still in bed had taken its toll and here she was.
> Mid-day, Floor guessed, judging from the sliver of sunlight on her wall. She had to get up.
> Her belly was empty and her bladder was full, a most unfair combination! She could deal with the former, but not much longer with the latter.
> Floor shuffled to her back so she could look at the human, who was sound asleep.
"This better not be a one time thing!"
> She gave his arm a lick and slipped from his grasp. Anon mumbled something, but didn't open his eyes.
> The mare stretched as she walked away, then froze and came back. She blushed heavily and stuck a hoof under the cover to fish out the towel.
> It wasn't as bad as she'd feared, but still pretty embarrassing. She didn't want Anon to find it when he woke up. She checked to make sure he was still out cold.
> "Mornin'," the human said, grinning.
> Floor quickly hid the offending piece of cloth behind her back.
> Anon reached out his hand to slide his fingers through her mane and push it out of her eyes. "Getting up?" he asked.
"P-Pee. Uh, gotta pee. Yeah."
> "Okay. Ice cream before work?"
> Their visit to the ice cream shop had become like a little ritual. It was Floor Bored's way of getting to grips with crowds and Anon's way of helping her do that.
> Lately the weather had soured and the shop no longer had tables outside. They had to sit inside, but the mare didn't mind so much. There were fewer people getting ice cream now that it was cold."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==33005237 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)14:39:21")


> It would take a lot more work still, but with a friend like Anon, Floor was sure she could get over her aversion to social situations.
"Thanks, An-Anon!"
> He smiled, tousled her mane, then closed his eyes.
> As she quietly walked out, Floor Bored considered trying to sneak back into bed once she was done with the toilet and breakfast, but decided against it.
> She'd probably just wake Anon up a few more times unnecessarily and soak through another towel. Best if she waited until the next day.
> Small hoofsteps, right?


> Floor Bored stuck with her usual Sundae, while Anon just took a plain scoop of chocolate ice cream. She liked the way they prepared her new favourite thing, especially the biscuit tubes they stuck in it.
> She snagged one out of the ice cream and slowly crunched it up while Anon removed his jacket and sat down on the other chair.
> Flimsy humans and their easily-chilled skin! The superior pony race - herself - did just fine with nothing more than her fur and the hoodie with 'Q.T.Pi' written on her belly.
> Floor would never admit to Anon just how hard she had pressed her tail against her backside to keep her bits from freezing, though!
> It was probably funny that they still went for ice cream, even when the temperature outside was closing in on zero, but the shop was nice and warm and the treat was sugary and delicious.
> "Anyway," Anon started talking again, continuing his story from before, "of course John gets pissed cause his numbers don't add up. I told him to use a spreadsheet, but he insists on printing it all out and doing the sums by hand."
> Floor laughed dutifully, then stuck her tongue in her sundae glass for a fast lick.
"Maybe he doesn't know how?""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==33005241 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)14:40:23")


> Her human shook his head. "You serious? He knows enough to open the document and print it, but can't use a sum function?"
> The mare shrugged and swallowed her mouthful of rapidly-melting cream.
"You said he's old, right?"
> "Yeah," Anon replied, suddenly all thoughtful and quiet. "Like forty-five or something. But he's an accountant, so there's no excuse, not with the way everything runs on computers these days!"
> But the mare wasn't really listening. Anon's coworkers' antics didn't sound too interesting, except for the funny stories. A human not knowing how to use a computer was not one of those. It was sad.
> She changed the topic.
"C-Can I try yours?"
> Anon was used to it by now. The mare made the same request every single time, even if they were having the exact same thing. He shrugged and pushed his bowl closer.
> Floor could just barely reach it for a careful lick.
> "Oh, I almost forgot, there's a store we should check out! It's a bit of a drive, but I hear they sell authentic Equestrian pastries. I wanna try," Anon proposed.
> The mare leaned her head to the side.
"Oh? Where'd you hear that?"
> The human shrugged and pulled his ice cream back. He stuck a spoon in it, completely oblivious of pony slobber. Maybe that was part of the appeal, Floor thought. She was fascinated by just how little he cared.
> It made her hopeful of kisses, one day.
> "Summer Breeze."
> They stared at each other, until Anon blinked. "Oh, sorry! I forgot to tell you!" he said and slapped his head with his hand. "The coffee shop across the street from work has a pony barista now and she's usually on night shift.""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==33005244 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)14:41:24")


> Floor froze in shock and fear while the human unconcernedly scooped up more ice cream. "We talk sometimes when I'm on break," Anon finished with his mouth full.
> He looked up to see why she was so silent and Floor made herself reply.
> She did her best to keep her face neutral, but inside all she could think of was jealousy. It was completely stupid and there was no reason for it.
> Anon had said nothing except that he sometimes spoke with a mare, but Floor had had potential colts 'stolen' from her enough times by her more popular friends.
> The fact that she'd never made herself clear to them didn't count! She was working up her courage to ask them out and those hussies had no right to come barging in and taking whoever Floor had her eye on!
> "Hey, you okay?" Anon was asking as he put his spoon down and reached over to grip her hoof.
> It would happen that way again. This 'Summer Breeze', whoever she was, would find out what a wonderful guy Anon is and would butt in. She worked in a coffee shop, for Celestia's sake!
> She didn't even have to ask Anon out, he *came to her for coffee*! It was so completely, utterly unfair that Floor needed every ounce of her strength not to burst into tears right there.
> The human looked around, thinking someone had come and scared her, but they were nearly alone. His brow furrowed in confusion.
> "Come on, you can tell me. Wanna get out of here?"
> Floor couldn't answer, so she just nodded.
> She left her Sundae almost untouched and Anon left his chocolate ice cream. He dropped a bank note on the counter and told the girl to keep the change.
> Even now he was a gentlecolt, thinking about Floor first and everything else second! Not taking the change meant they got out faster."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==33005250 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)14:42:47")


> She couldn't lose him! Not Anon and not to some pony hussy in a coffee shop!
> If only she knew how.
> They hurried out of the suddenly hot and stuffy shop and into the chilly, refreshing night air. Floor filled her lungs with the cold air and pulled the hoodie up to hide her face.
> A few dozen paces away Anon stepped in front of her and crouched down. Floor tried to turn away, but he gripped her around the withers and held her in place.
> "Talk to me, Floor," he said simply.
> One hand released her, but only so Anon could put his fingers under her muzzle and lift it up so he could see her face.
> "Floor," he repeated, a slight warning in his voice. "Please?"
"D-Don't leave m-me."
> He was taken aback, but didn't let her go. "What? Why would I ever do that?!" he exclaimed. His eyes narrowed and his lips pressed together into a line. He sounded hurt. "What makes you say that?"
> Floor couldn't face his disappointment, so she just shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut.
> Taking a deep breath and letting it out, Anon spoke again in a quieter voice: "I promise I won't, okay? Just tell me why you're suddenly afraid of that."
> The mare sat on her haunches, ignoring the way the pavement tried to suck all warmth from her body. Under the hoodie, her ears were pressed flat against her head.
> She tried to gather up the courage to tell this human how she really felt. It was the one thing she had never managed with a colt before.
> Would it make a difference? Summer Breeze was undoubtedly a pretty mare. Most mares were prettier than Floor Bored.
> She was also probably a lot more cheerful and chatty and likable. A better pony all around.
> Could she really blame Anon for making the obvious choice? He deserved to be happy, didn't he?"

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==33005255 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)14:43:49")


> The fingers were still under her muzzle and tipped her head further up.
> Floor opened her eyes in surprise and nearly squeaked in shock.
> Anon's nose bumped into hers as their lips met. Only for a second, but it was enough.
> It wasn't an accident.
> All her muscles locked up as the pony tried to process this. He had done it on purpose this time! Deliberately, consciously!
> Floor just stared in speechless surprise, unable to even begin to guess what the kiss had meant.
> "Not gonna leave you, sweetie," Anon said, smiled, then cupped her muzzle with both hands.
> "Come on, let's go home and get a hot cocoa in you before I leave for work."
> Floor grasped the one thing she did know.
"N-No, you'll be l-late."
> Even early as they had left the ice cream shop, Anon barely had time to leave her in the apartment and rush off to work.
> "Don't worry about that. I can be five minutes late, no one will mind," the human assured her.
> He stood up and took a step, then waited for her. "Come on," he said.
> Walking as if in a daze, Floor Bored followed.
> She still didn't know what had really happened, but she did know what she had to do.
> He paused to look back at her. "Hmm?"
"I h-have... have to tell you s-something. When you're back from w-work."
> She stammered it out, but kept her eyes on the pavement.
> Still she hadn't *told* him, but at least she told him that she'd tell him, right? Now she had no choice but to follow through when he came from work. It gave her time to get her thoughts in order and come up with good words."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==33005261 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)14:44:50")


> He was obviously confused, with that blank look and half-grin, but the human decided not to press her further. He sensed how important it was to her and how hard it had been to say it.
> "Okay, we'll talk when I come home," he agreed.
> All Floor could do was nod. Anon resumed walking and she hurried after him.
> Even though she'd said nothing much, her heart was hammering like crazy.
> No more chickening out!"

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==33005269 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)14:46:01")


Here it comes! Much excite.
The coming-out of FloorB will be very interesting and the (possible) resulting lewds even more so."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33005372 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)15:12:42")

Got me on tenterhooks, aspiring. Gimme 'dat payoff, and make our favorite NEET mare happy!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33005530 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)16:11:58")

"question, if chrysalis is technically unemployed since the lings all came out as gay, does that make her a neet?";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33005636 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)16:41:15")

Only if you also manage to make her into an autistic, nerdy shut-in."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33005666 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)16:49:29" && image=="895680__safe_artist-colon-jargon+scott_queen+chrysalis_angry_changeling_clothes_dork_dorkalis_fangs_female_glare_glasses_open+mouth_pepe+the+frog_ponyt.png")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33005669 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)16:51:13")

Author's job, not the 'booru's."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33005912 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)17:54:34" && image=="6373E366-253F-4497-82FC-3B1F1343498A.png")

>chrysalis is done
>she gave up
>it takes much to shake a changeling queen
>but everything has been taking a toll on her
>all her plans ended in disaster
>her hive is ruined
>all her children betrayed her
>her own creations betrayed her
>shes a queen with nothing to her name
>whats the point of trying anymore
>shes lost everything
>she refuses to become a abomination like the rest of the changelings
>She can’t lose herself, its the only thing she has left
>Good thing she has the perfect idea
>disguise herself as some nameless unremarkable unicorn mare without a cutie mark
>sign up for NEET welfare
>she can sustain herself off the pity of whoever they assign her to at least
>live in whatever shoddy apartment they rent to her
>what meager bits they provide her with can go towards distractions
>she doesn’t need food after all
>theres all kinds of frivolous pony technology that her changlings reported on as being solely for entertainment
>there has to be something to distract her from the fact that she is a utter failure of a changeling queen
>maybe she will try out the ‘television’
>or ‘video-games’
>theres nothing better to do after all
>nothing at all"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33005924 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)17:57:02")

Now Floor will spend half the day furiously masturbating then feel guilty."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33005925 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)17:57:45")

>"What will I call myself?"
>Chrysalis peers down sadly at the rundown floor of the hovel she was squating in.
>Nothing buggy, because that's a dead giveaway.
>Nothing she used in the past, either; her children would spot her right away.
>Something new.
>Something pathetic.
>The boards of wood creak as she scuffs her hoof on them; they're old, falling apart, and are barely holding her modest weight.
>"Aw, fuck it. I guess 'Floor Bored' sounds as good as any other name""

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33006045 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)18:19:13" && image=="hoersp.png")

"Hay, I saw a really nice picture in the NEETPone Discord, just thought I'd post my personal take on it here ^^;";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33006152 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)18:37:33")

>You are Anon, and this party (the first one Floor Bored was brave enough to attend) has officially stopped being amusing to you.
"Okay, very funny. Which one of you fucks drew on Floor Bored's face?"
>A bashful mare slowly raises her hoof.
"Outta my house."
>The mare makes a whining noise at the back of her throat, but turns around and slowly trudges out the front door.
"And who smeared lemon marmalade inside of my good friend's panties? And why did you think that non-liquid marmalade would make me think she pissed herself?"
>"Well," begins a mare, stepping forward, "I thought you wouldn't look too closely and if you just saw the colOHCELESTIA"
>You bodily pick the mare up and toss her out the nearest open window.
>She's a pegasus, she'll be fine.
"Okay, geniuses. Who the fuck here drew pubes all over Floor's groin?"
>Dead silence.
>Party ponies look between themselves with distrust on their faces, each trying to find the guilty mare.
>You turn around at Floor Bored's voice, and are surprised to see her blushing.
"What is it, Floor?"
>"W-Well, you see, Anon... I just... I don't really, y'now..."
>She covers her eyes up with her forehooves, a blush poking through her dull fur.
>"I don't shave... d-down there."
>You are Anon, and today you learned that ponies can apparently grow pubic tufts, and that there's a reason Floor Bored usually wears the type that cover a hell of a lot more groin that the tiny bikini thong she drunkenly put on last night.
"Everyone get the fuck out of my house."
>Everyone grumbles, but they still get to their hooves and make their way to the front door.
"No, not YOU, Floor Bored."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33006573 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)20:37:03")

"Not enough neet ponies creepily stealing Anon's clothes (specifically the unwashed articles) and building a nest to sleep on inside her closet.";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33006807 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)21:58:42")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33006923 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)22:39:14")

>building a nest
>NEET pegasi
I doubt those underused wings would carry the weight of a NEET, unless winged NEETS are all in skellington mode.
>each race has their own kind of NEETs in their final form
>earth poners get the pudge
>wing poni look like starving skeletons
>unicorns are just fucking creepy
Reminder: don't let your uNEETcorn roomie practice magic from some weird tome they found on the internets."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33006934 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)22:42:39")

>Anon's neet unicorn roommate tries to try quote-unquote "love summoning magic"
>The gals on 4hooves say that this spell will let me create a golem with a big cock and fill it with a self-awareness that's focused on fucking me and hugging me and t-telling me it's g-gonna be okay..."
>Anon decides that for the good of his roommate, himself, and most likely society as a whole (he saw the hastily scribbled out "massive AOE fireball" spell title on that PDF his roomie downloaded), it's up to him to pursue her romantically
>Years later, Anon reflects that this was a great decision as he tucks his foals into bed"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33006971 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)22:53:41")

>neet unicorns finally remember their horns and try to fix their miserable lives with magic
>unfortunately, their shallow understanding of their situation, or worse yet - misreading of their situation, makes the meager attempts at spellcasting backfire horribly, though not necessarily back at them directly"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33007068 && dateTime=="10/03/18(Wed)23:23:37")

"We've had people bring up the idea of Floor being in a video game, and what sort of role she'd play, and it's usually random NPC #3.
What if, however, Floor was a main character?
What if Floor was a party member in a quirky JRPG? Like the pony version of Earthbound/Mother.
What role would be fill? I bet she'd have a lot of status causing skills involving her various filthy attributes and possessions, like old sucks, underwear, and bad breath.
Maybe she'd be a thief, too. She'd be used to sneaking around and what not to buy groceries; she's probably good at picking pockets."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33007281 && dateTime=="10/04/18(Thu)00:59:55")

"I'd say "goodnight" to the neet thread, but I know neets never go to bed at a reasonable hour.";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33007379 && dateTime=="10/04/18(Thu)01:38:44")

>tfw I should be asleep right now but I'm still wide awake
shit, you're right anon"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33007383 && dateTime=="10/04/18(Thu)01:41:17" && image=="91052E11-62C8-4297-9168-9BC305505B75.jpg")

heres my idea

>The king summons floor bored
>The Hero has fallen in battle
>There exists no one who can wield the Hero’s blade, since only the Hero class can wield it
>without a wielder the demon lord Baaphomet cannot be struck down
>However there is an exception
>The Jobless
>Incapable of leveling up in any class
>capable of wielding anything
>Floor Bored is the only Jobless in existence
>However she cannot collect the shards of the hero’s blade on her own
>Good thing the King is more then glad to provide her with all kinds of adventurers who are more then willing to fight on your behalf
>Now Floor must learn to command a ragtag group of adventurers
>and don’t worry if any of them fall in battle
they can be replaced

so it would mostly be jrpg elements but with a bit of darkest dungeon, no pheonix downs or revival spells"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33007433 && dateTime=="10/04/18(Thu)02:11:14" && image=="image8.png")

And then, right after she leaves the room and actually being hired, she breaks down to the floor twitching and crying of what evil she just have done"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33007452 && dateTime=="10/04/18(Thu)02:22:01" && image=="Hopeless.png")

Nice dubs, but
>not posting that pic but with pony"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33007715 && dateTime=="10/04/18(Thu)06:14:49")

You only lose if you let Floor die.
It's the jrpg equivalent of Resident Evil 4 where your fighting constantly gets interrupted by Floor screaming her head off because she's in perilous danger, and you have to rush to save her flank.
She has to provide a little something to the group, though.
Maybe Floor has a passive ability to distract enemies so that they randomly skip their turn, like they see her sniffing her hoof after stepping in something, look around to make sure no one is looking (which they are, Floor) and then tastes it.
The monsters are to grossed out to attack for a turn."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33007795 && dateTime=="10/04/18(Thu)07:52:20")

"I've always liked the idea for an rpg where the protagonist ends up, much to everyone's surprise, not being whatever really important thing they thought they were. Let's say lost royal.
>Rainbow Dash was found in a basket floating down the river on the night that the kingdom of Cloudsdale was destroyed by dragons seeking to stop a prophecized hero from rising up against the dark dragon lord.
>The princess who was born that day, however, was never found.
>Of course, years later, when shit starts going down, the orphanage reveals to Rainbow Dash that she is the lost princess destined to save the world.
>I mean, obviously, who else but the rainbow-maned pegasus who's the best flyer around?
>Now set out on her journey to avenge her parents, the king and queen, her best friend and fellow orphan, Fluttershy joins her as the healer.
>On their way, they join forces with various other ponies who seek to stop the dragon menace.
>And when they finally face the dark dragon for the first time, he points with a cruel talon, and spits, "You!"
>"That's right, it's me, the lost Princess Rainbow Dash, and I'm here to-"
>"No, not you, the yellow one with the pink mane, She's the spitting image of that queen who escaped me all those years ago!"
>"M-me?" squeaks Fluttershy, pointing at herself.
>"Yes, you, the long lost princess of Cloudsdale and one destine to face me, Fluttershy!"
>Meanwhile, Dash is just staring with her mouth open.
>As it turns out, her parents were just servants, and the basket she was in came from the supply closet."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33007823 && dateTime=="10/04/18(Thu)08:22:26")

I can see that easily being replaced with Floor.
>She just came along with the hero because they had a bunch of bits and was always willing to throw them around all willy nilly.
>Who needed to pay rent when you could stay and eat at inns all the time?
>And the bedrolls they used when they were out in the wilds were comfy too.
>The hero spared no expense on rations, and indulged Floor her instant ramen.
>All she had to do was sneak up and stab a few baddies in the back, toss a few bombs that the hero so considerately supplied her with, and generally not get in the way of the big strong warriors as they fought.
>Until they all discovered she was some lost princess from a destroyed kingdom, and that her royal blood was the only thing that could open the abandoned castle's vault which held a super weapon which the big bad guy wants.
>They all acted surprised, but not nearly as much as her.
>She's just a NEET.
>That symbol on her butt is just an embarrassing birth mark.
>It's not supposed to be the royal emblem and proof of her heritage."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33008236 && dateTime=="10/04/18(Thu)12:23:02" && image=="1503384265440.png")

I can see something else too.
>after much search, hero finally discovers the lost princess prophecized to save the world
>in a crumbling shithole full of mold and all sorts of yucky stinky slimy stuff
>completely unwilling to leave her NEET cave and fight great evils that threaten the world
>luring her out with rare flavor instant ramen, party shut the door behind her, silly neet was too distracted by the promise of delicious noodles to grab the keys
>now she's forced to do heroing and save the world that didn't seem to give a single flying fuck about her until Big Bad showed up
>she incessantly whines about being hot, cold, hungry, bored or not being allowed to spend the entirety of party's funds on rare figurine of a character in a provocative position from some obscure neighponese anime
>she also has no intention of pissing off some evil overlord and is constantly on lookout for an opportunity to escape her heroic "captors""

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33008257 && dateTime=="10/04/18(Thu)12:28:55")

baby sitting in games is the worst idea

especially if the AI makes them wander right into the baddies and get killed when you're busy and can't get to them to stop them from being stupid"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33009202 && dateTime=="10/04/18(Thu)17:26:28")

>ywn bribe your neet marefriend to get to bed on time with cuddles and holding her all night"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33009993 && dateTime=="10/04/18(Thu)21:13:02")

Impossible. Neetmare wants only lewds from her boyfriend."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33010008 && dateTime=="10/04/18(Thu)21:18:06" && image=="1514616657333.png")

She'll change her mind after her first cuddles."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33010754 && dateTime=="10/05/18(Fri)01:30:45")

>All she had to do was sneak up and stab a few baddies in the back, toss a few bombs that the hero so considerately supplied her with,
So, would Floor inadvertently be the ninja class?
I remember THROW being a pretty common trait for them in Final Fantasy, like Edge and Shadow from 4 and 6."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33010813 && dateTime=="10/05/18(Fri)02:01:44")

>floor bored is so unremarkable that she can easily sneak up on enemies without trying
yeah throw is usually limited to ninjas or in tactics jugglers"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33010832 && dateTime=="10/05/18(Fri)02:09:59")

It'd fit well with her weeboo nature, as well.
>"I am stealth incarnate. The shadow of shadows. My katana strikes with the speed of a viper. My aim like owls in the night. I am-"
"Floor, what are you doing?"
>"Guh! A-anon, don't sneak up on me! That's my job!"
"It's the middle of the night, and you're keeping the rest of us awake."
>Floor looks to see the whole party staring at her with angry, tired eyes, and she gives a nervous smile, hidden by the underwear she's wearing as a mask.
>"Sorry, I was just doing katas. You know, gotta be in top form."
"Well, can you do it quietly? You are a ninja, after all"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33010834 && dateTime=="10/05/18(Fri)02:12:08" && image=="ponified wallflower_blush.png")

>so unremarkable that she can easily sneak up on enemies without trying
that sounds more like Wallflower Blush to me desu"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33011036 && dateTime=="10/05/18(Fri)04:19:15")

Who's that cutie"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33011136 && dateTime=="10/05/18(Fri)05:38:33")

a no-hooves school shooter"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33011174 && dateTime=="10/05/18(Fri)06:06:52")

>"What's your super power?"
>"Who said that?""

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33011812 && dateTime=="10/05/18(Fri)12:20:01")

>you will never be the one to give what's-her-name enough love to avoid a terrible fate"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33014350 && dateTime=="10/06/18(Sat)00:05:05")

"So at what point do you resort to sexual bullying after your NEET roomie fails to do the dishes when it's her turn to AGAIN?";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33015313 && dateTime=="10/06/18(Sat)07:09:51")

Pony Wallfower is just Floor Bored in witness protection.
They dyed her coat and mane, gave her colored contacts, and drew a cutie mark on her.
She's still a NEET, but the feds set her up with an easy job to make money.
She just arranges flowers in a flower shop all day in random patterns, and can't be fired because it would blow her cover."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33016440 && dateTime=="10/06/18(Sat)14:01:31")

Job searching totally forgotten in the meantime"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33017241 && dateTime=="10/06/18(Sat)17:54:36")

I'm going to need some clarification, anon."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33017867 && dateTime=="10/06/18(Sat)20:33:35")

I mean, tease her a bit and only follow through when you see some part of the apartment is clean."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33017869 && dateTime=="10/06/18(Sat)20:34:32" && image=="Spoiler Image")

"Do this on Floor:b:";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33018770 && dateTime=="10/07/18(Sun)02:05:03")

Damn ponies gotta make everything weird and pervy.
Stirring mac'n'cheese? Ponies drools with a blush.
Folding laundry? Here a pony unf from behind.
Give head scritches? They moan and beg for more.
Bunch of sexual deviant, them equine folk. And Floor's the worst of all of them!
She masturbates to Anon snoring!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33019205 && dateTime=="10/07/18(Sun)06:14:48")

>Ponies are like cats and they get aroused by ear-scritches and belly-rubs
I'd still fuck it."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33020502 && dateTime=="10/07/18(Sun)14:39:34" && image=="Comfy_Floor.png")

"wake up lazy neet horse";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33020510 && dateTime=="10/07/18(Sun)14:41:19")

"I miss Floored.";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33020527 && dateTime=="10/07/18(Sun)14:44:45")

I feel holding her weeb paraphernalia ransom would be more effective."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33020565 && dateTime=="10/07/18(Sun)14:55:12")

No, just walk around pantsless whenever she does a chore properly. I'm sure she'd appreciate that."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==33020678 && dateTime=="10/07/18(Sun)15:29:21")


> Floor Bored couldn't sit still in the apartment. She kept pacing up and down, not really seeing where she went. Her hooves rang on linoleum, hardwood and finally tiles.
> Only then did she realize where she was and turned on her tail to get out of the bathroom. She didn't need the reminder of Anon's scent.
> The mare was nervous. It would happen tonight, she was sure of it! The kiss had meant something!
> Anon liked her back and when she told him how she felt, they would embrace, and kiss and... then it would happen.
> Despite all those pony clop magazines *and* the human Internet, Floor wasn't ready. Her stomach was clenching up and her legs trembled if she stopped moving. She didn't know the first thing about what to do or how. Or *when*!
> The pony found herself in the living room. She looked at the TV and at the stack of DVDs on a shelf beside it.
> Yes! A movie would distract her enough to take her mind off the impending intimacy with Anon!
> She picked the Hobbit, part two. She'd seen it already, but at first glance it felt the most engrossing. She slid it into the player and climbed up on the couch.
> By the time the title screen rolled around, the mare was back to pacing, only this time she was walking around the living room.
> The movie was too loud! She couldn't even hear herself think!
> She went and paused it.
> Anon and her. An actual, *real* relationship.
> Maybe it was just a misunderstanding? Maybe the human had tried to nuzzle her and only ended up kissing her by mistake?
> Humans didn't nuzzle, not usually, but Anon was a very thoughtful colt and probably tried it to make the pony more comfortable. It sounded like the kind of effort he would go through!"

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==33020680 && dateTime=="10/07/18(Sun)15:30:24")


> Yeah, yeah, that was probably it! The human saw how distressed she was when he told her about that Summer Breeze nag, and was just trying to calm Floor down.
> It was a relief. She didn't have to come up with the courage to tell Anon how she felt about him. She would! Of course she would!
> Eventually...
> Floor's face hit the side of the couch and she drew a shuddering breath.
> It wasn't fair.
> If she chickened out again, it would never happen. Sooner or later, that coffee shop pony would realize what a catch Anon was and she'd move in.
> The way her luck ran, Floor would probably end up on the street. Of course they wouldn't want her hanging around the place.
"I gotta tell him!"
> It was more whine than words and Floor suppressed a sob of despair.
"I gotta..."
> By the time Anon came home that morning, the mare was a nervous wreck. She had tried to go to sleep, but ended up tossing and turning in her bed.
> She had given up, tried to watch the movie again, abandoned that and went back to her bedroom.
> For once, she didn't feel like playing games.
> At around four in the morning, she went to take a shower. If Anon really *did* want to sleep with her, she should at least clean herself up, right?
> More importantly, the business of washing and then drying her mane kept her occupied and now it was five.
> Not much longer.
> The pony waited in the hallway, trying to keep her breathing and her heart under control. After a few minutes, she rushed back into her room and dug through the desk drawer.
> There - a bottle of perfume Anon had bought for her. It was proper pony stuff, not the stinky chemical human crap!
> She sprayed a liberal dose around her ears. Then, after a thought, squirted a bit on her tail, too."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==33020687 && dateTime=="10/07/18(Sun)15:31:26")


> Anon wouldn't try oral on her, would he?
> The thought both warmed her up and gave her the chills at the same time. Please, Celestia, no!
> Floor wouldn't know where to put her face. She'd make it weird, for sure!
> Smelling heavily of lavender, the mare went back to the hallway and sat on the floor.
> This time she lasted four minutes before giving a little gasp and running into Anon's bedroom.
> Would it be more appropriate to wait for him on his bed? That was supposed to be some kind of an invitation, right?!
> Floor tried to think of something to say.
"H-H-Hey, uh.. handsome?"
> No, that made her sound like a prostitute!
"Ugh! Um... Hi An-Anon!"
> That could work, if she could work the stutter out of her voice.
> Maybe something bolder?
"Would y-you like to, uh join me in b-bed?"
> Her face fell into her hooves and the mare sighed sadly. She *sucked* at this! No wonder no colt had wanted her!
> Maybe she could wear something! The idea had Floor nodding to herself and scurrying back to her room. Something... sexy!
> Taking off clothes was part of human foreplay, wasn't it? Maybe it could break the ice! She dug through her stuff, but all she came up with were her hoodies.
> Too late Floor realized she had no sexy clothes.
> Out of sheer desperation and anxiety, she ran back to Anon's room and looked through his drawers and wardrobes.
> Pants were impossible, shirts were far too large for her. Boxers would probably just make him laugh.
> She tried to put on one of his socks, but it wasn't the right sort. It barely covered her fetlock and slid down when she stood up.
> It was hopeless. Floor put everything back the way she found it and went back to her post at the front door.
> He would be home soon anyway."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==33020690 && dateTime=="10/07/18(Sun)15:32:32")


> Floor Bored held her breath when she heard the footsteps. She would know Anon's gait anywhere!
> Her tail swished around the floor and she smiled a nervous smile, despite the uncomfortable churning in her belly.
> She quickly ran her hooves through her mane, to get it in the best shape she could.
> The door opened.
> The mare took a breath to say it.
> She faltered and her ears lowered in shame.
> "Oh, hey. What are you doing up this early?" the human asked, his voice tinged with concern. He shuffled inside and locked the door behind him.
> Floor hung her head. Tears were threatening to overwhelm her and she didn't want Anon to see.
> "Here, I got this for you," he said and showed her a tube of paper.
> A loser like her didn't deserve presents, but Floor looked up anyway.
"W-What is it?"
> Anon unwrapped it a little to reveal a single rose flower. She smelled its fragrance.
"Oh, that's n-nice."
> Then it hit her.
> Rose!
> A romantic flower!
> Her eyes flew up to Anon's face. He was a bit embarrassed about it all, but smiling. "Hope you like it, Floor," he murmured.
> All she could do was stare, trying to process what the human was saying with his gift.
> His face darkened and the mare nearly panicked. He thought she didn't like his gift! She was blowing it!
> Before she could think about it some more, Floor quickly bit the flower bud from its stalk.
> Her murmur of appreciation was just a tad forced as she quickly chewed and swallowed.
> Anon lifted up the empty stem and inspected it for a moment. His brow furrowed in confusion. "Wait, you-" he began, then snorted in amusement. "Of course, yeah."
> Then he began laughing. Floor didn't know what was so funny, but the human had to sit right down on the floor."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==33020694 && dateTime=="10/07/18(Sun)15:33:34")


> She grinned uneasily, hoping the joke wasn't on her. Or even if it was, she didn't mind. She just liked seeing Anon laugh.
> "Come here you goof!" the human gasped out and held out his arms.
> Floor still didn't understand what was so funny, but she walked forward into the offered embrace. Anon enveloped her and patted her barrel as his chuckling finally slowed.
> "I keep forgetting you're a pony, Floor," Anon said. "I'm glad you liked it. At least I don't need to look for a vase now."
> The mare just nodded. The words she had been burning to say were on the tip of her tongue.
> "Come on," he went on, "let me get out of work clothes and then we can talk."
> He didn't say anything, but Floor followed the human to his bedroom, where Anon sat on his bed and patted the space beside him.
> She jumped up and leaned against him. Anon pulled off his shoes, then stood up.
> "So, there was something you wanted to say," he asked as he began to fiddle with his belt.
> Clothes weren't a big things with ponies, but Floor still modestly averted her face to hide the blush. She'd spent enough time on Earth to have picked up some of the human taboos about undressing, as weird as that was.
> More importantly, this was her chance!
> She opened her mouth to say the words. Her throat constricted. All she could make was a faint croaking noise.
> Floor tried again.
"I l-l-l..."
> She nearly burst into tears at her failure. Anon didn't comment as he pulled on his pajamas.
> The mare took a deep breath and gave it all she could.
"I l-l-... -ove y-you."
> It wasn't really words, not chopped up and hiccuped the way she said them. But they were out. Floor held her breath and waited for the verdict."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==33020696 && dateTime=="10/07/18(Sun)15:34:36")


> The human came to the bed and knelt on the floor so he would be at her height. His hand found her muzzle and gently turned it so she had to look at him.
> There was a small smile on his lips.
> "I know, Floor," he said softly. "I just had to be sure it was you, not the-" he stopped, but then made himself finish: "-things you've been through."
> The mare sniffed and blinked the tears from her eyes. Anon hadn't said whether he-
"D-Do you l-l-," she stammered, then changed the word to make it easier to say: "-like me?"
> Her grinned. "Ever since I met you. But you understand why I had to take it slow, right?"
> That seemed important to him. Floor nodded.
"I un-understand."
> She didn't quite, but she couldn't stand to see the fear and uncertainty in the human's face.
> Instead of replying, Anon leaned closer.
> Their lips locked. Floor stopped breathing.
> His hand came to cup her face and the other one snaked its way around her barrel.
> After a moment she moaned through her nose and put her hooves as far around the human as she could reach.
> Nothing much happened, just their lips touching. Maybe Anon sensed how crazy her heart was going and didn't want her to die from shock?
> Floor was grateful for that small mercy. She didn't want to pass away, not yet.
> When it ended, they were both out of breath.
> "You smell nice, Floor. Trying that perfume I got you?" Anon asked.
> She nodded and found a little grin on her muzzle.
> Floor knew what would come next. She had been thinking about it the whole night. But now she knew how to do it. She would very likely mess it up, but the human would be expecting it from her.
> Her hoof slid down Anon's chest and belly.
> His hand caught it.
> "Easy. There's no hurry, Floor," he said."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==33020700 && dateTime=="10/07/18(Sun)15:35:37")


> How could this human read her like that?! How could he be this nice?!
> His face was impossibly close. Their noses were almost touching.
> She couldn't stand it any longer. Floor brought her muzzle closer, stealing another kiss.
> This one was shorter, because Anon climbed up on the bed and lay down. She joined him on the pillow, just looking at his human features in silence.
> His hand found her face again, gently stroking the fluff there.
> "I think I love you, Floor Bored."
> It made the whole world pink!
> Floor couldn't find her voice, but she whispered it fiercely:
"I love you too!"
> She licked the hand on her muzzle and giggled as the echo of her words faded away. Then she blushed. It was like a maelstrom of emotion!
> All four hooves were touching Anon now. She never wanted to let go. His hand slid behind her head and gently pulled her closer.
> Kisses. She liked kisses.
> She wasn't messing them up too badly. It would be perfectly fine with the mare to just keep doing that for the rest of the day.
> Anon's tongue touched her lips and she parted them in surprise. Floor almost pulled back, but the human held her in place.
> He pushed forward and her world exploded."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==33020703 && dateTime=="10/07/18(Sun)15:36:39")


There we go. It's badly edited, cause I'm out of time for today, but I didn't want it to wait until Tuesday. Too much work, too late in the night most days lately and next week is looking like it will be similar...

Hope it was a fun read, despite the mistakes and grammar and so on.."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33020984 && dateTime=="10/07/18(Sun)17:02:35")

It's great, can't wait to see what happens next."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33021800 && dateTime=="10/07/18(Sun)20:42:31")

>and her world exploded
in pain, one of her bad teeth exposed a nerve and anons tongue stabbed into it"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33021907 && dateTime=="10/07/18(Sun)21:16:44")

Did SadAnon ever say he was going to leave for a while, or did he just disappear?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33022381 && dateTime=="10/08/18(Mon)00:00:56")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33022439 && dateTime=="10/08/18(Mon)00:13:46" && image=="ShowerTime.png")

">Be (You)
>You pull up to your house, tired and annoyed from the day's activities
>You practically bust down your front door, taking a deep whiff of the air inside
>Yes. There is it. That fucking putrid, stomach-churning smell
>You know who's responsible. Their punishment is nigh
>You stomp over to your room, standing at the doorframe looking in
>There she sits, on your computer chair
>"Mn? Oh. Hey, Nonny. Did you get that twelve-pack of Mountain Dew is told'ya to get?"
>You grit your teeth, rumbling the earth as you approach Floor Bored
>"H-Hey, you alright? ... I-I didn't eat your pizza, I swear a rat got it."
>"Woh-- Hey!"
>You lift her up from her foreleg and drag her towards the bathroom
>You toss her in, enter yourself, and lock the door behind you
>"Anon, I know that you're mad, but seriously, the neighbor was the one that broke your last keyboard!"
>You start the shower
"In. Now."
>"C-C'mon, Nonny. Is this really necessar--
"Yes. Even if I held a gun to your head, you wouldn't get yourself into the shower. IN. NOW."
>She looks at the water, gulping and looking back to you
>You glare at her with the force of a thousand suns
>She sighs, removing the greasy band that keeps her ponytail tied
>She gets in... and just sits there
"For the love of... fucking wash yourself, you pig!"
>"Mmn, the water can just--"
>You strip your clothes off, climbing into the bath as well"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33022808 && dateTime=="10/08/18(Mon)02:28:14")

"Goodnight, neet mare. Try to go to bed before 7 AM for fucking once. And clean the chip bags off of the floor, dammit!

Also, more please."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33022939 && dateTime=="10/08/18(Mon)03:39:21")

awesome update, thanks awf"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33023070 && dateTime=="10/08/18(Mon)04:47:17")

Actually playing through Dragon Quest 11. It's a very long game.
Hoping to get back to my story here when I'm done, though. With work, I only have so much free time to devote to hobbies."

if(FoalFiddlerFloor && title=="" && postNumber==33023200 && dateTime=="10/08/18(Mon)06:36:05")

"> Floor Bored
> Mid-20s with no job and spend all day at home alone watching anime, playing vidya and making ramen. Sometimes don't even bother to pour hot water on. Crunch crunch.
> Female and somehow that makes other ponies trust her around foals.
> Also a pedo.
> Little colts are the only thing that breaks through her social anxiety. Floor can talk to little colts.
> One really cute pegasus colt with yellow hair and blue lives in her apartment complex.
> Never notices how she always wears the same stained hoodie she washes once a week or the cheeto stains around her mouth and hooves.
> Talks to her sometimes when Floor comes down to get the mail and he’s playing in the halls.
> Floor comes down more often just to see him.
> His name is ‘Beach Bash’ and he doesn’t have his cutie mark yet.
> Makes a little loveshrine to her underage husbando with crude crayon drawings and notes and a single cheerio he dropped once."

if(FoalFiddlerFloor && title=="" && postNumber==33023202 && dateTime=="10/08/18(Mon)06:37:17")

> One day his Dad comes out.
> Introduces himself as ‘Nimblemane’ or some shit.
> Floor has no idea wtf to do, but the stallion doesn’t even seem to notice. He’s too busy talking about himself.
> Floor sweats bullets and barely manages an ‘um’ or ‘uh huh’ every third sentence. Eagerly retreats to her apartment
> Pissing herself, terrified that the guy somehow picked up on her foalophilia.
> In fact he thinks mares with low self-esteem are hot and assumed Floor was nervous because she was attracted to him instead.

> Keeps ‘running into’ Beach and his Dad in the halls.
> Floor mumbles and nods through interactions with Dad, wants to die every time.
> Watches Beach Bash every time she can through the windows of her apartment.
> Lower half hidden so she can safely clop off while watching.
> Cums all over her hooves over and over thinking about Beach Bash’s sexy little body, imagining chewing on his stiff wings.
> Her place reeks of mare lust."

if(FoalFiddlerFloor && title=="" && postNumber==33023203 && dateTime=="10/08/18(Mon)06:38:28")


> Circumstances occur (lol do you really care how?) and one day the Dad asks Floor if she can babysit. He’s desperate.
> Thinks she agrees because she’s hot for him.
> lolno
> Takes Beach up to her apartment.
> Beach takes one step inside and screws up his face, sniffing the air.
“Ew, Floor, what’s that smell?”
> Floor’s eyes dart back and forth as she realizes the heavy scent of her musky mare cum is more noticeable than she thought.
“Um, I uh, I… I don’t smell anything…”
> Blatant bullshit, but kids are dumb.
> phew

> Floor gets BB to play vidya with her.
> Trying not to think about how she’s painting the couch with her pussy juices.
> Can’t stop staring at those fluffy baby wings…
> Slowly gets closer and closer until they’re snuggled ‘innocently’ on the couch
> Sweating bullets again but BB doesn’t seem to notice anything is up.
“Miss Bored, c’mon! Play seriously! I’m kicking your flank right now!”
> orite the game."

if(FoalFiddlerFloor && title=="" && postNumber==33023205 && dateTime=="10/08/18(Mon)06:39:50")

> Floor actually gets super into the game after that.
> Easily beats the little colt
> So cute
> He keeps puffing out his cheeks and going red, getting frustrated.
> 50 losses later
“This game is dumb! You’re cheating!”
> lol
> Floor gets a naughty idea though.
“That’s not cheating…”
> Shoves her hooves down onto Beach’s young body, taking him by surprise.
“This is!”

> Tickles Beach Bash so he’s squealing and laughing helplessly
> Mane all mussed up, wings sticking up and frazzled with feathers everywhere
> Can’t believe how excited she’s getting, dry humping against the dock of the colt’s tail as he squirms all around.
> Little colt body under her hooves, rubbing all over.
> feelsgoodman
“Bwahahaha! Flooorrr! Stooop!”
> She stops."

if(FoalFiddlerFloor && title=="" && postNumber==33023221 && dateTime=="10/08/18(Mon)06:48:36")

> Dad picks him up, asks how it was.
“So cool! Floor let me have pizza and play Dragonsmashers 3!”
> Floor gives a weird crooked grin.
“How would you like to babysit next week?”
> Floor nearly passes out.

End for now."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33023226 && dateTime=="10/08/18(Mon)06:50:26")

good, hope to see it continued"

if(BJ && title=="" && postNumber==33023239 && dateTime=="10/08/18(Mon)06:59:31" && image=="20181008_095320.jpg")

"spooky Floor";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33023247 && dateTime=="10/08/18(Mon)07:12:22")

Reminds me of the prompt we had way at the beginning; this one, in fact:
You definitely went in a different direction with.
Both directions are fine, though, ones fluff, and the other is perv.
Can't actually tell what she's trying to be for the holiday. Maybe she just threw on whatever "spooky" stuff she had lying around and went out in search of free candy as fast as possible."

if(BJ && title=="" && postNumber==33023396 && dateTime=="10/08/18(Mon)08:56:04")

Exactly she just wants to save money to spend it on games"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33024073 && dateTime=="10/08/18(Mon)14:00:07")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33024291 && dateTime=="10/08/18(Mon)15:26:00")

>Floor Bored just buys cheap leftover candy the day after Nightmare Night and gorges herself on it"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33025036 && dateTime=="10/08/18(Mon)19:59:08")

At least she doesn't do the same on the day after Hearts and Hooves. That's the most depressing candy run ever, and it's hard to look the cashier in the eye when you come up to him with an armful of 75% off heart-shaped boxes of chocolates."

if(BJ && title=="" && postNumber==33025048 && dateTime=="10/08/18(Mon)20:03:51")

That implies she doesn't just buy as much chocolate as she can then gets it delivered free."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33025051 && dateTime=="10/08/18(Mon)20:04:34")

Ouch. Imagine the pity in the cashier's eyes.
I'm tempted to draw this. "

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33025478 && dateTime=="10/08/18(Mon)22:17:01")

More, please"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33026201 && dateTime=="10/09/18(Tue)02:24:16")

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33026245 && dateTime=="10/09/18(Tue)02:42:23")

Made me think of this for some reason."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33026701 && dateTime=="10/09/18(Tue)06:37:59")

Eh, not sure about the pity.
I mean, it's not like there aren't tons of ponies who actually got some Hearts and Hooves chocolate, but still buy the 75% off stuff on bulk. Pinkie Pie alone probably buys up the entire stock of at least 3 different shops.
For all the cashier knows, Floor might just really like chocolate.
Of course that doesn't stop Floor from pitying herself..."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33026802 && dateTime=="10/09/18(Tue)07:43:00")

"What if Floor was homeless, how would she live her neet life";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33027271 && dateTime=="10/09/18(Tue)11:30:23")

Depends if she were in the human world or Equestria.
If she was in Equestria, she'd get by, but on Earth, she'd be shanked by a fellow homeless person for a half eaten sandwich."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33028219 && dateTime=="10/09/18(Tue)17:33:57")

"At least floor bored isn't crazy like bojack horseman in term of self destructive behavior... r-right ?";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33028248 && dateTime=="10/09/18(Tue)17:41:39")

You mean aside from spicy ramen that makes you shit burning napalm, fast food that fills your arteries with cement, complete lack of exercise in any way except the constant masturbation, lack of personal hygiene and life in a toxic dump of an apartment?
Yeah, compared to him she's doing just fine."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33028858 && dateTime=="10/09/18(Tue)20:48:46")

"Anyone think a story about Floor or a NEET who does not like to go outside because she does NOT want to get dirty. So she shuts herself away to stay clean. and Anon tries to get her to explore life and all the dirt and grime that comes with it.";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33028866 && dateTime=="10/09/18(Tue)20:51:33")

Floor might actually eat a lot of unprocessed food for the fact that, in Equestria, fresh produce is probably a lot more cheap.
Heck, she's too lazy to cook, so a lot of her diet outside of ramen is probably just raw fruits and veggies. I can see Floor just groggily munching on a head of lettuce for breakfast and having an apple with her ramen at lunch to make it more filling.
She bus in bulk though, so a lot of it is tipping into spoiled territory before she braves the market again to restock."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33028950 && dateTime=="10/09/18(Tue)21:15:04")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33029161 && dateTime=="10/09/18(Tue)22:08:18")

just by the name alone, i can tell you're cancer
unmake yourself"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33029166 && dateTime=="10/09/18(Tue)22:10:26")

trash green, trash human, die"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33029171 && dateTime=="10/09/18(Tue)22:11:32")

hope to see it die"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33029258 && dateTime=="10/09/18(Tue)22:35:00")

Keep it up. This one dude's getting really upset about your work and it's hilarious."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33029281 && dateTime=="10/09/18(Tue)22:41:44")

assume much"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33029439 && dateTime=="10/09/18(Tue)23:23:30")

I saw patterns in the way they wrote, the identical sentiments they expressed, saw the tiny amount of time between them, and then I took a guess."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33030162 && dateTime=="10/10/18(Wed)01:22:12")

">>33028950 I did not even know Spongebob already did something like that, but he is not a NEET because he has a job.";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33030902 && dateTime=="10/10/18(Wed)06:12:55")

He flips patties with an extra long spatula from his house.
>Did you just assume my numbers?
Also, it's probably one person- you- as you refuse to capitalize or use punctuation, and only write in broken fragments.
And really, any content is better than no content. You don't have to read it, after all."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33031628 && dateTime=="10/10/18(Wed)11:11:47")

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33032732 && dateTime=="10/10/18(Wed)15:53:49")

">ywn wake your neet marefriend up to the sensation of being fucked by you";

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==33032843 && dateTime=="10/10/18(Wed)16:16:46")


> Floor Bored really didn't know what to expect. She didn't want to mess it up somehow, so she just lay there, as still as she could, while Anon did everything.
> It didn't last. After about a minute the human pulled back and looked at her strangely.
> "Everything okay?" he asked, his voice full of concern.
> Floor knew her eyes were wide with surprise and she couldn't quite speak, so she just nodded.
> "Sorry," Anon said despite her wordless assurance, "I didn't mean to go that fast."
> Now the mare shook her head violently.
> "It's just that thing..."
> At the very least, his hands were still around her. Maybe she hadn't blown it completely, yet.
> "... with that Easton jerk..."
> The mere mention of the name mad Floor fold down her ears in unpleasant recollection. Her eyes quickly brimmed with tears and she sniffed.
> That shit was still ruining her life!
> Anon frantically apologized, even though he had done nothing wrong: "Oh, sorry! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring it up!"
> He was about to let her go and slide away, something Floor absolutely did not want. She lunged forward and wrapped her legs around Anon's arm.
> Luckily he stopped struggling and even put his hand back on her side. He examined her face for a while, looking for clues.
> "You gotta talk to me, sweetie," he murmured.
> She had to!
> Floor knew that very well, but didn't know what to say, or how to do it. She took a stab in the dark. It wasn't a pleasant thought and one she desperately pushed down each time it popped up.
"I k-know it's gross..."
> "What?" the human asked, surprised. "What do you mean? What is gross?"
> She closed her eyes so she didn't have to look at his bewildered expression. More importantly, she didn't want to see Anon's pity."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==33032847 && dateTime=="10/10/18(Wed)16:17:48")


"He was m-my... f-first."
> The room went so quiet that Floor imagined she heard the echo of her rattling heart.
> Then the human smiled and put his hand back on her face. The thumb wiped away a tear.
> "I don't care about that, Floor," he assured her. "It wasn't real."
> The finger moved to her lips and shut her up. "You didn't want it, so it doesn't count."
> His logic was completely bogus, but Floor wanted to believe it. She didn't answer, but her eyes betrayed the pleading - the yearning for it to be true.
> "I don't think it counts," Anon repeated, "so your first time will be whenever you want it, okay?"
> He hadn't released her muzzle, so Floor just nodded.
> "Do you want it?"
> Another nod, more vigorous. She shook off his hand.
> "Then relax and do what feels right. We'll stop if you get uncomfortable, okay?"
> Floor looked away in embarrassment.
"I'll m-mess it up."
> That made Anon chuckle. He patted her barrel and wriggled his arm free from her grasp, so he could slip it under the pony.
> "You haven't yet. No way you can mess it up," the human assured her. "Come on, tell me what you'd like!"
> Her mind drew another blank, so Floor went with what she knew.
"A kiss..."
> Anon smiled and puled her closer and she didn't resist. He rolled to his back while keeping the mare pressed against his chest, so he ended up lying on top of him.
> Floor couldn't help feeling how she was lifted and lowered slightly with his every breath. She was also hyper-aware of his hands resting lightly against her sides and of her tail slipping down between his legs.
> There was no possible way they could be closer.
> "Well?""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==33032851 && dateTime=="10/10/18(Wed)16:18:50")


> The pony remembered what she had asked and closed the distance between them. This time she was ready when Anon's tongue prodded at her.
> The sensation was like electricity and a small moan escaped from between her lips.
> He really was taking it slow, which gave her time to think and learn. Floor was grateful for that.
> She relaxed and their tongues touched. It made her gasp and pull away, only to see the human grinning insolently.
> "I'm winning!" he whispered.
> It was such an absurd thing to say in the circumstance that Floor couldn't help but giggle at the statement. Taking it a little less seriously definitely helped and she tried again.
> This time she was bolder and met Anon closer. She didn't know what to do, but Anon was apparently enjoying it a lot. His hands pressed against her sides and the fingers dug into her fur.
> That reminded Floor of what they were building up to. She'd dreamed of it so often and now it was happening!
> Kissing was *way* better than she had ever imagined. Suddenly she saw the appeal of other fillies doing it whenever they could!
> Almost without her volition, her tail lifted up and she winked, hard.
> It made her entire body lurch and her muzzle press against Anon's face. He met it with a moan of his own.
> She was soaked in an instant and began to drip down, right on Anon's pajama bottoms. Floor pulled her face away.
"S-Sorry! I- I'm... I'll- uh, t-towel!"
> Anon shook his head. "Don't care," he gasped out. He stole a small kiss, then his eyes lost their dreamy look and his face became serious.
> "You sure about this?" he asked.
> Floor nodded, but then spoke up, just to make it more certain.
"Yes. Please. Yes!""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==33032855 && dateTime=="10/10/18(Wed)16:19:57")


> He shuffled a little to pull his pants down. Once Floor realized what he was doing, she winked again, which dripped more of her juice right on Anon's fingers.
> She was about to apologize, but the human brought the hand out and licked it clean with a grin.
> She nearly came from that sight alone! Floor knew she wouldn't last very long. Her breath was coming in short gasps and her entire body shuddered at every Anon's touch.
"P-Please... I love you..."
> She slid off Anon's chest, lifted her rear as high as she could and looked at him pleadingly. Her tail was already out of the way and a bead of her juice ran down her leg. No way any colt could ignore that invitation, even from a mare as ugly as Floor Bored.
> But Anon shook his head. Now that he was in sight, the mare saw just how big he had gotten.
> Well, not the biggest she had seen in human porn and nothing like a pony, but none of that mattered. She wanted Anon specifically and she wanted him in her, right now!
> "On your back," the human commanded.
> Floor turned hesitantly.
> The way he smiled at her would make her legs collapse if she hadn't already been lying down. "I wanna look at your face."
> Luckily, he didn't waste time. As soon as Floor was on her back, Anon moved over her. He leaned on his hands and placed himself right between her hind legs. She imagined he was poking her with the tip.
> When she winked, she was sure.
> The human leaned down and caught her in another kiss. Floor reached up as far around him as she could and tried to pull him closer.
> He pushed and they both gasped in surprise.
> The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Ready for it, *wanting it*, made all the difference in the world."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==33032863 && dateTime=="10/10/18(Wed)16:21:00")


> Anon slid easily inside her. Their lips parted, so they could breathe.
"Oh, ye-hhnhg!"
> A shudder ran through her as the human began to withdraw. In desperation to keep him inside, Floor tried to hold Anon back with her hind legs. She was nearly frantic, because she didn't want it to be over yet.
> Not when she was that close!
> "Hey... relax," the human whispered in her ear.
> The mare obeyed and he pushed back, drawing a little squeak from her lips.
> This time she didn't fight as he moved. After a few thrusts, Floor tried to match his rhythm.
> Their lips met again and they shared their breath. It made her moan, right into Anon's mouth.
> He was still leaning on his elbows and his hands were free to find and caress her face. With all that stimulation, she knew she wouldn't last.
"I'm- oh!"
> She returned the kiss, then tried talking again.
"Almost... I'm-"
> It came almost without warning. As if a dam had released inside her.
> Floor felt her entire body spasm and her insides clench around Anon. It made him grunt in surprise, but she was beyond caring.
> Again and again she winked, soaking both the human and the bed sheet and not caring about it in the slightest.
> Floor found her voice, but all she could get out was a loud moan, one that had been building unconsciously almost from the day she came into Anon's place.
> Once she opened her eyes again, the human was smiling.
> "L-Liked it?" he asked.
> She replied by means of a kiss.
"Don't s-stop!"
> He obliged and the extra stimulation was nearly painful. She rode it out and soon felt herself building up to her second orgasm.
> She repeated, to make sure the human understood:
"Don't stop!""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==33032868 && dateTime=="10/10/18(Wed)16:22:01")


> He concentrated so much on what he was doing that he forgot to kiss her. The pony didn't care, she just started to lick his face and neck instead.
> That seemed to be helping, so Floor kept at it. The urgency and force of his thrusts increased.
> Her lover was also close. That made it even better, but the mare hoped he wouldn't finish before her.
> A slight pang of embarrassment flashed through her mind at her selfishness, but it was quickly buried in pleasure as the tension inside her mounted up again.
"A-Almost... please- yes! I lov- ungh!"
> She had trouble forming words, but Anon understood anyway. He smiled and shared another kiss with her, even as he sped up some more.
> "Me too..." he gasped as they pulled apart. "Together?"
> She gave him a nod and closed her eyes, preparing for the moment.
> It wasn't far off. Anon grunted, his voice full of urgent desire, and pushed into her, really hard.
> It was enough to bring Floor over the edge and they cried out together.
> Finally Anon's arms gave out and he collapsed right on top of her. She welcomed the weight and put her hooves around him to keep him there.
> Again the waves of her climax rolled over, making her shudder and moan. This time she felt Anon twitch inside her, filling her with his heat.
> It made her own orgasm that much more intense and she focused downward, trying to milk the human for all he was worth.
> A forever of unthinking bliss later, they slowly surfaced.
> So, that was the *real* afterglow, Floor thought. It put a lie to all the times she had lain in her bed after working herself over with a hoof.
> The human was still lying on her and the mare smiled to herself. Exhausted, even though it hadn't lasted all that long.
> They both needed practice."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==33032875 && dateTime=="10/10/18(Wed)16:23:30")


> In the meantime, she began licking the sweat from his cheek.
> She paused for a few seconds, to make sure he knew:
"I love you so much, Anon!"
> In a minute, they would part. Then they would have to clean up the mess they had made. Her rump and tail were soaked and so was the bed.
> But for now, they simply enjoyed being together."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==33032880 && dateTime=="10/10/18(Wed)16:24:33")


Well, I gave it a shot. I need a ton more practice writing lewds, but I hope it was fun to read anyway!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33032953 && dateTime=="10/10/18(Wed)16:43:35")

It was great, can't wait for more."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33034173 && dateTime=="10/10/18(Wed)22:06:41")

"So does NEETpone play horsevidya? If so, does her self-loathing and meekness creep in or is she that asshole who screeches at you over the mic?";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33034206 && dateTime=="10/10/18(Wed)22:17:14")

this, can't wait for the "dentist visit part 2" and "why does floor get so juicy?" chapters"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33034261 && dateTime=="10/10/18(Wed)22:37:03" && image=="I've fallen and I cant get up.png")

>does her self-loathing and meekness creep in or is she that asshole who screeches at you over the mic?
Neither. She's a "pro" veteran player that flies through a mission, gets most kills and teabags you after pwning you for the tenth time in a row. Vidiya provides a wonderful distraction from crippling depression and thoughts about the state she and her apartment are in, thus giving her plenty of time for practice.
She doesn't use mic most of the time, for the chance that neighbors could hear her voice and recognize her, possibly complaining to the landlord later. Instead she unleashes torrents upon torrents of literal abuse in chat, with her practiced ban evasion-jutsu weaving innocuous words into insults that often send foals and even some adults into a crying fit, touching every subject from player's performance to Princess Celestia, ejecting her pent-up anger with herself onto others.
All this "cool", however, comes to a screeching halt whenever someone messages her - unlike talking to a "squad", PMs are very intimate, and NEETpone has a very hard time maintaining her cool appearance, constantly on the verge of dropping spaghetti.
If someone she just mouthed off in chat were to walk in on her, she'd have a heart attack on the spot."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33034923 && dateTime=="10/11/18(Thu)01:33:18")

imagine being this trash at samefagging"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33035074 && dateTime=="10/11/18(Thu)02:42:27")

all in all pretty good"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33035121 && dateTime=="10/11/18(Thu)03:17:11")

n1 lewd
but Anon did not even consider not cuming inside, or Floor asked for it
also round 2 in the showers"

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==33035278 && dateTime=="10/11/18(Thu)05:09:49")


Of course neither of them thought about it. Floor can't get "in the family way' from Anon. Also, they are allowed a bit of stupid because love."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33035688 && dateTime=="10/11/18(Thu)09:22:59")

>Floor can't get "in the family way' from Anon
Not with that attitude!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33035968 && dateTime=="10/11/18(Thu)11:05:44")

>"in the family way'
I had to google what this means. And you are (also) not a native speaker."

if(BJ && title=="" && postNumber==33036429 && dateTime=="10/11/18(Thu)14:00:10" && image=="20181011_141709.jpg")

"Floor got her QT mark, kinda...";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33036947 && dateTime=="10/11/18(Thu)16:24:19")

She's a small pone."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33037500 && dateTime=="10/11/18(Thu)18:51:17" && image=="floorh1.jpg")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33037518 && dateTime=="10/11/18(Thu)18:56:18" && image=="floorh2.jpg")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33037532 && dateTime=="10/11/18(Thu)19:00:30")

poor floor"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33037534 && dateTime=="10/11/18(Thu)19:00:40")

who the fuck cares?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33037604 && dateTime=="10/11/18(Thu)19:17:57")

Now I want to snuggle Floor to stop her tears"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33038288 && dateTime=="10/11/18(Thu)22:23:31")

Now she's going to want to do that again.
Every day.
Twice a day."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33038825 && dateTime=="10/12/18(Fri)01:09:58")

"How could tiny baby horse society create NEETs?";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33039024 && dateTime=="10/12/18(Fri)02:25:32")

"Slightly Floorb-inclusive update by WiK over in /my little progress/ for anybody reading Red Shift.";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33039083 && dateTime=="10/12/18(Fri)02:53:39")

you apparently"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33039247 && dateTime=="10/12/18(Fri)04:42:06")

"You know, I just thought of a great costume for Floor.
Anonymous the Human.
Think Floor in a poorly fitted suit, green, question-mark bearing mask, and trying to walk around on two legs the entire time.
Meanwhile, Anon is dressed in a hoodie and briefs, wearing a scraggly black wig, and in makeup to make him look like he has heavy bags under his eyes."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33039445 && dateTime=="10/12/18(Fri)07:07:34")

never get a cutie mark I guess."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33039562 && dateTime=="10/12/18(Fri)08:44:58")

"Floor is a real vampire.
That should be a prompt for Halloween."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33040319 && dateTime=="10/12/18(Fri)13:05:33")

Oh, man. Years later, those kids are going to be told that the apartment they accidentally went to was housing for NEETs, and they're gonna look back on that one Nightmare Night when they met that mare with the really cool zombie costume and feel awful. It's like realizing you went to the old folk's home during halloween and told some decrepit old lady that you really liked her skellington costume."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33041214 && dateTime=="10/12/18(Fri)17:31:17")

Old Mare Floor gets a visit from a bunch of teens trying to cheer her up."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33042279 && dateTime=="10/12/18(Fri)23:17:46")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33043092 && dateTime=="10/13/18(Sat)03:21:50")

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33043607 && dateTime=="10/13/18(Sat)08:02:57")

">Floor dies and her house is given away to another Neet
>Anon moves in and starts to notice strange things
>sticky wet patches on all of his clothes, tabs he didnt open and all of his snacks disappearing
>Starts looking up unorthodox ways of getting rid of a poltergeist
>Notices a document on his desktop
>the "ghost" explains that she lived there before and was just happy to have a roommate
>Anon decides that as much as she is a nuisance she can stay
>as long as she follows some ground rules. Such as not leaving her 'ectoplasm' on his clothes
>over the course of the next couple of weeks Floor and Anon start to become friends
>Anon gets floor a tablet so the can easily communicate
>Floor tells Anon about how miserable she was and how she wishes she'd have only met him sooner
>Anon saddened by this decides to find out how she died
>Floor commited suicide out of loneliness
>Anon, now sufficiently depressed, decides to throw her a small funeral/party
>tfw he wakes up to a note from Floor thanking him for helping her move into the afterlife
>tfw you have no cute neet ghost friend

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33044521 && dateTime=="10/13/18(Sat)12:14:55")

And that there was a mare that hung herself after being harassed by two little children on a Halloween night."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==33045496 && dateTime=="10/13/18(Sat)15:20:14")

New thread?"