>>43570106
Sugarcoat being a witch is the more fitting choice

>>43570109
What happens if I don’t have any candy?

>>43570599
>rape

>>43570599
Hijinks and shenanigans

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>>43576879
I like tall sour sweet

>>43473606
Late to the party but nice work

>>43576879
Size difference is hot but this is a bit too much.

fuck your gayass nohooves where's the actual shadowbolts

>>43580904
These two look so feel-up-able in this pic

>>43582371
And fill-up-able too.

>>43583467
Very true

>>43585772
Still one of my favorite pics

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>>43581937
Your post gets a yawn from me.

>>43572522
What kind?

>>43592108
>>43570685

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>>43583467
especially sour for sure

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>>43595638
Plus:

>>43595638
>>43596860
Feel-up-able and fill-up-able for extra sure

>>43585772
>>43595638
>>43596860
>>43599769
>>43599776
Imagine trying not to get a boner in front of these girls when giving them a lecture in class

>>43579674
Nice to see these girls helping each other out with leaving their comfort zones.

>>43603490
Well, in class they wouldn't be dressed like that so I imagine it'd be easy.

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>>43603490
>>43606205

>>43607553
Upskirts are based

>>43607553
I don't think a teacher is ever supposed to be in a position to get a view like this during class...

>>43609726
All it really takes is to be standing up front from just the right angle as one of the girls sits at her desk a certain way. Definitely possible.

>>43610195
For me, those uniforms themselves kind of get me a little torqued.

>>43461014
life got busy, shit happened, then anni happened, made me remember that old green and made me want to continue it

>>43612308
Nice to know you’re still around

>>43593022
Of course

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>>43612133
source says it's lemon, but i'm choosing to believe this is how sour bullies twilight because that thought make me rock hard

why does sour bully her?
>pic related

>>43619094
I like the idea that Sour secretly gets off to it too, except she won't admit it even to herself.

>>43620439
>”Hey Anon! Where’s my kissu?”

>>43612308
Will there be more

>>43622864
currently working on it, but Anni keeps pulling me away from writing
luckily we're in the last two seasons, Season 8 has less than a handful of episodes I actually want to catch and the EqG block in 12+ hours
I also took a week off from work that's still going so that's helping

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>>43624629

bumpin

>>43624129
Kek

Bump

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>>43625875

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, no no no!"
>You are Sour Sweet
>And you are so screwed
>Your mom's brand new car
>It was running just fine a few minutes ago
>Then that jackass cut you off
>You swerved onto the curb
>Now it won't stop vibrating enough to make your teeth clack together and it's making this weird clunking sound
>Your parents were out of town for the weekend
>This was just supposed to be a fun trip with the girls
>Now it might be your last time seeing them
>Oh god
>They're really gonna send you to boarding school this time
"This can't be happening! This isn't happening!"
>"It can be, and it is." Sugarcoat helpfully adds
"Wow, thanks so much for the clarity, Sugar!" You condescend as you pace
>Indigo Zap knows something about bikes, she reckons she might be able to do something
>But she's been under the car for five minutes
"Indigo! Did you die under there or something!?"
>That's the last thing you need
>The pale, spiky blue haired sports star of your academy pushes herself back out from the car
>"Okay, so cars are a lot more complicated than bikes apparently. But I'm pretty sure it's something to do with the wheels. The rod thing on the other side is fine, but this side?" she says, kicking one of the wheels, "Super bent."
"Like, how bent?" You ask, holding onto the last thread of hope
>"About, Lemon Zest headbanging levels of bent." Indigo says, a thumb over her shoulder to the girl in question, headbanging more than 90 degrees
>You drag your hands down your face
>You nearly tear your eyes out
>You nearly tear your hair out
>That would be preferable to this
>Finally you let the built up tension of the past few minutes go and scream
>It's brief
>Too brief
>And it doesn't help
>"Are you done?" Sugarcoat asks
>You spin on your heels to face her and jab a finger near her face
"Not in the mood, Sugar! Unless you have an actually helpful suggestion."
>"You should just take it back, none of us know how or have the tools to fix a car, and any of our parents would tell yours immediately. You're doomed." Is all she offers in her usual deadpan monotone
>You sigh and let yourself crumple to the pavement
>She's right
>You drop your head into your knees and put your arms over yourself
>What are you gonna do?
>As the question bounces, unanswered, in your head, a tap pulls your attention to Lemon Zest of all people
>You're surprised she's not banging out to more overly loud music to burst her eardrums at the ripe old age of 25
>"So are we getting back on the road, or...?" She asks, oblivious
"Oh, SURE!" You say with a smile. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Lemon, it's just that one of my mom's tires is bent!” Your smile drops. “And we can't fix it!"
>She stares at you for a moment before blinking and her eyes widen in something you don't quite recognize
>"Ooooooh, is THAT what your screaming was about? I thought my song was leaking through my headphones again, this guy really knows how to scream, you almost had the same pitch."

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>>43625867
>She almost puts her cacophonous headphones on your ears but you smack them away
"Lemon! Not helping!" You chide
>"Well, if it's car trouble, let's just get someone to fix it." She offers
"Oh, that'd be great." You say sweetly, only for your voice to curdle a moment later. "Except no one we take it to will keep their mouths shut about it to my parents!"
>"I know a guy." She says simply
>You pause
>Does she mean what you think she means
>You leap to your feet, hope almost back
"You do!?"
>She grins and nods, flicking her hair into and out of your face "Sure I do! He goes to our school, I hang out at his garage sometimes ‘cause he blares some sick tracks."
>Oh god
>Please, someone tell you she doesn't mean who you think she means
<>
>With one last crank you tighten the new nut in place on the wheel
>The old rusty one in hand
>It served you well
>But your baby deserves the finer things in life
>She was your grandad's
>Then your dad's
>Now she's yours
>And you'll be damned if she goes down on your watch
>You are Anonymous
>Currently sliding on a creeper under your one
>Your only
>Your 1960 Lincoln Continental
>Sharp Dressed Man is blaring from your speakers
>The garage has always had great acoustics
>It always helps you focus
>And this weekend is all about focus
>You like to give your baby the full treatment every now and then to make sure she knows you still care
>With the new nut in place, and the tires checked, now you can really get into the dirty
>Inspecting her exhaust
>Checking her suspension
>Catching any leaks
>Making sure she hasn't damaged her cv joint gaiter
>Just you and her for the afternoon
>Until a foot rudely drags you out from under the car
>"Hey! We need to talk!"
>Sour Sweet
>Fantastic
>Oh, and she's brought her gaggle of harpies too
>Extra fantastic
>Without a word you reach a hand out, find the volume dial on your stereo and crank it to full making all of them step back and cover their ears
>Except Lemon Zest, who proceeds to give ZZ Top the headbanging respect they deserve
>With them drowned out, you roll back under your car and get back to work
>Sadly, it doesn't last as the music is cut off and you are dragged out from under the car
>You almost jump out of your skin as Sour all but leaps at you and grabs your shoulders
>"Help! Me!"
>Her words give you pause
>You had been ready to simply turn back on the stereo and bring it under the car with you to drive them away
>But you've never seen her THIS desperate
>Or anyone at Crystal Prep like this, honestly
>So she has your curiosity at least
>You sit up
"I'm listening" You say, in truth, only half-listening, the other half is playing the rest of ZZ Top in your head
>"Car trouble, I was driving through town when a guy cut me off when I obviously had the right of way- I had to swerve, hit a curb, and now one of the wheel's is messed up and my mom's gonna kill me and my dad's gonna send me to boarding school and my life is ruined and-"

>>43625875
>You hold up a hand to her face to stop her manic emotional back and forth
"You had me at 'Car'."
>A mix of emotions flash across her face
>Relief, shock, worry, gratitude, and you're pretty sure disgust was in there somewhere too
>"Thank you SO much- you better not make it worse!" In her usual manner she flips between niceties and hissing through her teeth on a dime
>Her... you're not sure what they are, are they her friends?
>They have been a bit better since the Friendship Games
>You weren't expecting the particular series of upheaval that followed from the event in your school
>But now the five seemed to hang out in a way that isn't just maintaining social appearences, and more like they enjoy each other's company
>You wouldn't know
>Everything happening at Crystal Prep is far from your problem
>You go in, you get good grades, you kill it in shop class, then you go home and tend to your car
>Principal Cadance has been trying to convince you to make friends now that the school's focusing less on the academic excellence it usually delivers and more school-spirit
>Heck, she tried to get you to befriend that girl who became a raging she-demon even when she was the Dean
>What was that nerd's name again?
>Ah, well, she doesn't go to your school anymore, so who cares?
>You didn't bite then, you're not biting now
>A wrench in hand, and a car to work on, that's all the friendship you needed
>Besides, Lemon Zest came to headbang in your garage like every other day
>That's gotta count for something
>Even if the two of you never exchange a word, just song recommendations
>Regardless, all that is neither here nor there
>A mechanical beauty just had her heart broken, and needs a visit from the love doctor
"So, where is she?"
>"She?" Yep, definitely disgust from Sour Sweet
"The car." You reiterate
>There's a derisive snort turned into a chuckle followed by a low, drawn out "wow" from the gaggle
>Purple bob cut hair and light blue skin, Sunny Flare, if memory serves
>The discontent on your face must have shown cause Sour Sweet makes a slicing motion across her neck at the girl to tell her to shut up
>"It's right over here- now hurry up." Sour instructs as she storms over
You let out a low whistle as you approach the car, creeper tucked under your arm. "A lexus? What's she running with?"
>"Uh- I don't-" She begins with a scoff
"Hold this." You cut her off, shoving your creeper into her hands as you jog over to the car. "I was really hoping to see their old 1UZ-FE 4 liter V8. Landmark back in it's day. But this model's way too new." You drink in near every detail of the car as you circle it. "Maybe the 4.6 liter V8 1UR-FE? No, this looks NEW new, my money's on the 2UR-GSE." You can't stop the smile that splits your lip. "Man, 5 liter V8 engine." You pop the hood and confirm your suspicions. "Hello, beautiful."
>"So, can anyone translate?" You hear one of them ask, but you ignore it as you trace the lines of the pipes and systems

>>43625882
>"It's mechanic jargon, Sunny." The distinctly raspy voice of Indigo Zap says
>She's and Lemon are the only two you can stand out of that lot
>You two nearly always compete in shop class
>Of course, she always comes second
>If she weren't focused on sports so much she might beat you before you all graduate in a few years
>"But. Can. He. Fix. It?" Sour hisses out through gritted teeth.
>"No clue. He's looking in the wrong place, the tyres don't feed into the engine block." Indigo says
>"What!?" Sour yells
>The conversation had mostly dulled to the background before you were abruptly pulled from lovingly staring into the engine's heart by Sour once again rudely getting in your face
>"Why are you looking at the engine when the problem's with the tyres!?" She nearly yells at you
>Your lack of flinching seems to only slightly calm her
"Firstly, get off." You emphasize with brushing a hand over her, getting her to comply. "Secondly, neither you, nor your half-baked excuse for a mechanic friend," you say, pointing at Indigo Zap, "told me where it was."
>Sour's face briefly shrinks as she realizes you were right, but only for a blink of an eye before she snaps back to annoyance
>"Half-baked!?" She can't get a word in though as Indigo Zap stomps up to you. "I handle vehicles just as much as you!" She claims
"Oh please, you're a biker!" You retort bitingly
>"You got a problem with motor-cross, string bean?" She yells rolling up her sleeves
>"ENOUGH!" Sour says inbetween you two. "Can you two go find a room and fuck in it AFTER you fix my mom's car!?"
>You choose to ignore her comment for your own sake as you and Indigo share glares
"Your mom's car? Wow, so you're like, extra screwed, huh?" You ask with a smirk as you turn back to the engine
>"Why are you going back into the engine?" She asks through gritted teeth, a sweet edge cutting the words
>You glide your hand among the pipes and slowly find gaps where the nuts and bolts would be secured by finer tools
>But it lets you get a good enough feel for it
"Because of my third point, and I have good news on that front." You wipe some of the engine grease from your hand onto your shirt as you pull it free
>It's one of your bad shirts anyway, made for getting messy
>Sour actually has a small glimmer in her eyes from your words
"The one thing your blue-haired friend got right, the tyres aren't connected to the engine block. However-" you quickly continue before she tries to get smug, "they ARE connected to the car's suspension. If the tyre takes a big enough hit, the force gets fed back into the suspension, too much feedback, and it's possible some metal will snap free and shoot through the engine like a bullet. That happens? You need to replace the engine, suspension, and the tyre."
>Your words draw more and more horror from the usually pseudo-sadistic girl as you paint a clearer and clearer picture of how wrong this could have gone for her

>>43625889
>"B- but the good news is it's not that, right?" She asks with slight trepidation
You shake your head. "It's not that." You say flatly, and she heaves a sigh of relief.
>"We could have told you that." The flat monotone of Sugarcoat reminds you she's there. "We did drive here after all. It shook the whole way. It was annoying."
"Just cause a guy's still walking doesn't mean he hasn't been fatally shot." You counter
>"Will you please just check the tyres now and get this over with?" Sour asks
>She damn near pulling her lower eyelids into her cheeks with anger from how long this is taking
"Gimme that." You say as you casually grab back your creeper, lay it down and roll under the car
>You then immediately roll back out and gawk at the pink and blue ponytailed menace with a mix of your own disgust and indignant rage
>A work of mechanical art
>Bent so far it'd make a yoga instructor blush
>"What?" She asks, incredulous. "Are you gonna find the problem or n-"
"I already saw the problem." You state, standing.
>"Bull." She states back, poking you in the chest. "Indigo was under there for five minutes before she found the problem."
"Yeah, she's a biker." You reiterate
>"Oh, screw you, dude!" The biker in question shouts from the side
"You bent the left end of the front tie-rod." You explain
>"Then UN-bend it, jackass." She snips
>You stare at her again, mentally counting how many seconds it takes her to realize how stupid she sounded
>She goes back and forth between shrinking back and standing straight to glare at you
>Eventually she settles on a middle-ground of shame and indignation as she crosses her arms
>"Well? Can you unbend it or not?" She snips
"Ar you kidding? I couldn't bend a tie-rod this bad if I was actively trying to, what did you do?" You ask as you slide under the car to double-check you weren't in a delusional coma
>"It's more likely what she didn't do." Sunny Flare adds. "Like how she didn't take her driving test first."
>"Sunny!?" Sour yells
"You don't even have your license yet?" You ask
>"Uh- maybe?" She answers non-comitally
>You pinch the bridge of your nose
>This is getting out of hand
>But she did come all this way
"I can fix it for five hundred dollars" You state
>"Five hundred dollars!?" She yells icredulously
"Parts, my time," you brielfly list the reasons for your price on your fingers as a smirk grows on your face, "oh, and not telling your parents~" You finish
>The low, dull tacking of a digital keyboard can be heard as you glance at Sugarcoat typing rapidly into her phone
>"Or we could go to a mechanic and get it done for a fifth of that." She says, waving her phone
>Sour Sweet rounds on you with a smug grin of her own and her arms crossed
>How cute
>She thinks she's won
>But your smug doesn't dampen
"Do you really want to take a car not registered to your name to a mechanic?" You ask, and her mask cracks. "Without a license?" You add, and it breaks

>>43625901
>"UGH! Fine!" She stomps her foot then jabs your chest. "But you get paid AFTER it's fixed"
>You shrug and nod, heading back to your garage
>Lemon Zest had turned back on your stereo and was jamming out to your old tunes
"I can have it fixed by Wednesday." You say casually over your shoulder
>"Wednesday! What-!?" Sour yells, her indignation returning
>Your only warning to her approaching again is the sound of her running up your driveway
>Again she grabs you and bring her face close, rage flashing in her eyes
>"I need it fixed by tomorrow! My parents are only gone for the weekend!" She hurriedly explains
"Tomorrow!?" You're almost amused by the absurdity, it makes you laugh. "I can put in an order for a new tie-rod, but it'll only get delivered during business days. Even with express shipping it wouldn't get here until Monday at best."
>"So... you can't help?" She seems legitimately heartbroken by your words
>Seriously, you've never seen her like this
>Then, like a wave, her mood seems to wash over the other girls too
>Sour actually hugs herself as she takes a seat on the curb, staring at the car
>From the outside, it doesn't look any different
>You can practically read her thoughts
>Maybe she can just hide it in her house's garage
>Maybe she can convince her mom to not drive it for a few days
>Maybe she can convince her of some lie when the woman inevitably wants to drive the brand new car she specifically bought to drive around and show off and finds it turns weird
>Maybe, maybe, maybe
>But she can't lie to herself for long
>Her arms go from around her chest to her knees that she hugs to herself and-
>Is she crying?
>The other three go over to her
>Lemon joins last only because she was too busy jamming
>Sunny, Indigo and Lemon sit around her and try and offer consoling words
>Indigo saying she can try and improvise a replacement from salvaged bike parts
>Sunny trying to think if they could distract her mom with something else that's new
>Lemon offering her headphones to try and cheer the girl up
>She's seemingly sunk low enough to accept
>And you know how loud Lemon likes her music
>It does nothing to help, but the sentiment holds
>Even Sugarcoat isn't absent, though she's stood nearby, offering slightly awkward pats and "there, there"s of the monotone variety
"Is it really gonna be that bad?" You ask
>Your words remind the girls of your presence, and they scoff to ignore you
>Half of them do, anyway
>Lemon turns to you though
>"Sour's... kind of on her last warning with her folks. She keeps borrowing and losing her mom's stuff and- well-"
"This was the last straw?" You finish
>The usually explosively expressive girl gives a suppressed nod "Yeah. She was told if anything else went wrong before she graduated they're gonna send her to The BUG Hive"
>Sour lets out a choked, anguished scream of "hive" before breaking down further
>You've heard of that place, been made to stare down the barrel of a threat of being sent there yourself

>>43625911
>It has a reputation to say the least
>The headmaster's more like a drill instructor
>You heard she actually was one before she left the military
>Honourable or dishonourable discharge, you weren't sure
>Either way she ruled Badlands Unilateral Grand école, or BUG, as it was often shortened to, with an ironfist from what the rumour mill told
>Whatever her methods were, rowdy students went in, drones came out
>Hence The BUG Hive
>Honestly? Normally you wouldn't care that much
>But something about this whole situation won't sit right with you if you do nothing
>Especially when you do have a way to fix it
>You just don't like it
>With a heavy sigh, you walk over to Sour and shake her
>Your grip is enough to shake her out of her tearfest as she turns to you
>"What do YOU want?" She sneers, all the sour, none of the sweet
"I..." God, you're gonna regret this. "I can help you..." You trail off
>"Bu- wha..." She murmurs
"I can get your car fixed by tomorrow, it just- won't be easy. You and your friends will probably have to help"
>There's a sudden ringing in your ears
>And now you can't breathe
>She's wrapped her arms around your neck and is literally squeezing the life out of you
>All while she screeches in your ear at a pitch that confirms your harpy-based suspicions of her
>She lets loose a barrage of thank yous before grabbing your collar and pulling you forward
>"Why didn't you start with that!? Did you get your jollies watching me cry on the ground like a schoolgirl?"
"Yes." You say without missing a beat
>"Also, you are a schoolgirl." Sugarcoat adds flatly
>Sour groans as she and the girls turn to you "Alright, fine, what do we need to do?"

>>43625918
You have my attention anon

>>43619467
That’s hot

>>43625918
I’ll get to reading when I’m less tired

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https://x.com/LiaAqila01/status/2111604672960348351

【Ruins Incident】

It's no longer necessary to argue about who triggered it.

The device in the ruins records that ancient people once held grand events. You only need to complete the process to end the device's operation, so why not relax and take a vacation?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bUxJTeZneTQ

>>43625918
good shit. i like anon a lot in this so far!

Oh now you like greentext stories?

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>>43632013
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>>43631398
So cute

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>>43632013
>vague post
>no further explanation given

>>43635988
He has schizophrenia

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>>43625918
"Indigo, can you get your bony hips out of my thigh? Pretty sure you're gonna draw blood soon" You groan as you shuffle in your cramped seat
>You are Sour Sweet
>And Anon had better deliver
>You're already going through enough that this is starting to feel like more than its worth
>After discussing his plan, which he kept insufferably vague, cars had to be exchanged
>He and your friends waited at his house while you carefully drove your mom's car back home
>You really hope no one from Crystal Prep or CHS saw you
>It was humiliating how much you were getting honked at
>But you'd learned your lesson, and you weren't gonna make it any worse
>After getting- ugh- public transport to get back, the five of you bunched up in his car
>You, Sunny, Sugarcoat and Indigo Zap were crammed in the three seater back
>Meanwhile Lemon got the front seat
>It was bullshit
>His reasoning was that apparently she "appreciated good music" if you could call that decrepit old people "rock" good or music
"Hey, Anon," you say, leaning forward over the console, "thanks again for doing this, but where the hell are we going!?" You chide, tired of not knowing whether one of his stops is just a red light, or your arrival
>"Well, now that you're all here..." He starts slowly, scratching at his chin, as if it isn't completely barren. "How good are any of you at stealing?"
>That makes you and the other lurch forward, making you all grunt as you have to reshuffle to get elbows and asses out of each others' way again
"What!?"
>"Oh, come on, dude."
>"What the hell, man!"
>"Moderate to average."
>Comes the various responses from you and your friends
>Except Lemon, who is just headbanging again
>Oh no, she doesn't get to avoid this
>You tap her shoulder, pulling her attention
"Hey, your "friend" over there wants to know if you're any good at stealing!" You yell over the music
>"Oh!" Lemon yells back before turning to Anon. "Sunny's great at stealing! She nabbed me a pair of headphones for my birthday!"
>"LEMON!" The four of you chorus a yell at her
>"What?" She asks with a friendly grin. "She is."
>"I wouldn't have believed any of you if you said you weren't anyway." Anon says, flicking on his indicator as he takes another turn
>You hate to admit it, but he's actually a good driver
>Getting a driving instructor is normally expensive, and a pain
>He's both, if his gouging you for cash to keep this quiet was any indicator
>If you're supposed to be stuck with someone insufferable to get your license, he's not a bad pick
>"Uh, the fuck's that supposed to mean?" Indigo retorts to his words as she leans out from the group to stand in a crouch and grip his chair
>It's only somewhat of a relief
>You, Sunny and Sugar get a moment's reprieve with the extra space in the back
>Damn, what are these seats made of? They're comfortable
>Not that you'd ever tell him

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>>43638093
>"Please." Anon drags out the word as his eyes flick back only slightly to Indigo. "A bunch of gated-community chicks with too much money between them from daddy's allowance to know what to deal with?"
>It won't matter what these seats are made of in a minute
>Every word from him is making the heat in you and the girls raise as they make you angrier and angrier
>"You're seriously gonna sit there and tell me you've never pocketed anything?" Anon continues. "A watch on display? A cheap necklace or ring from some street seller? Dare I guess the rare and elusive phone swipe?" He challenges
>Right now, the only thing that would give you more pleasure than feeding him his teeth is getting your mom's car fixed
>Oh, the conundrum you've found yourself in
>The mood seems to flick through the rest of you, save Lemon, as per usual
>Though she does finally speak up
>"Oh, come on, Anon, you make it sound so bad. You've stolen." She points out
"HA!" You laugh
>Sunny joins in with her own snickers
>"Not so high and mighty now, huh big guy?" Indigo sneers
>"Never said I didn't." Anon counters, raising one hand up in a mock scout's salute. "Tools are expensive. I'm proud of my larceny, you girls just pretend that you're better."
>Again, you weigh up the satisfaction between his teeth and your mom's car
>The latter wins again
>For now
>As much as you'd wished it, the other girls don't seem to have a comeback to his words either
>Especially cause he's right
>You've all stolen something
>Just a small thrill to make these years a little more exciting
>Some of you more daring than others, Sunny in particular
>"You know, you're really bad at talking to girls." Sugarcoat says, immediately tipping the mood of the car
>The three of you join in with jeers and laughs at her words
>He's trying to play it cool, but you can see it in his reaction
>A glare shot through the rearview mirror that's supposed to be angry but only comes across as sullen
>His hands clenching harder on the wheel
>A tightening of his jaw
>Yep, you know all the signs
>That's how you get under his skin; girls. How pedestrian
>It's pretty simple, most guys are the same, no matter how much they try to play themselves off as too cool and aloof for it
>You're pretty sure he'd fuck any of you if you made the offer
>But if you had to bet his first choice would be Lemon
>Those two almost get along
>Now you mentally list things
>Second would probably be- Indigo
>You hadn't meant it when you told them to get a room earlier, but you can easily imagine him hatefucking her
>Weirdly you can imagine her doing the same, with how often she'll vent to your group about another shop class where she got beaten out by him
>Wait- why would he want them more than you?
>Oh, that pisses you off
>Not like you'd give him a chance if he was the last man on earth, but it's the principle of the thing
>"Ugh- Sour, would you quit squirming so much." Indigo snaps at you

>>43638098
>You, in turn, snap out of your thoughts and shuffle to try and get half-comfortable again in the car
>"Why are you even asking?" Sunny asks
>It seems like each of you are taking turns standing up just to get some breathing room back here as she stands up
>"Would you lot quit that? Unlike Sour, I'm actually a competent driver and don't want you going through the windshield." Anon chides her
>She scoffs and half squats to appease him and keep you all from being pressed into the windows
>"But, since you're asking..." He clicks his tongue as he takes another turn out of the busier parts of the city. "When I said it won't be easy? I got a guy who can get me the part today, but he's gonna want something in exchange."
"So what, we're doing a heist?" You deride
>He hums, and you can see the topic of whoever this guy of his makes him uncomfortable
>"Believe me, we're not Ocean's Elevenings this. We get in, and get out." He says
>"So what are we nabbing?" Sunny asks, seemingly dropping any pretext of feigning innocence. "Jewelery? A phone?" A dangerous glint enters her eyes as she smirks. "We lifting a tv?" She asks, almost excited at the prospect
>"Oh! Maybe we're hawking bikes!" Indigo adds, almost vibrating in her seats. "Not so tough about bikes now, huh?" She asks.
"I just hope he's not some... frat-bro," you almost spit out the descriptor, "who wants us to grab him twenty kegs or something is he?" You ask with a noise of disgust
>Honestly, if you were gonna steal booze, you'd rather get some of the good stuff, like vodka
>"Or we're stealing something quite literally priceless." Sugarcoat adds
>Weird, normally if she adds to a conversation there's some specificity to it
>What are you supposed to do with that?
"What are you on about now, Sugar?" You ask
>"None of you paid attention when we took the trip but the only thing of interest in the direction we're going is the Canterlot Natural History Museum." She clarifies
>Oh
>You look out the window
>As does Indigo, unfortunately, as she presses her face next to yours to look
>Sure enough, the museum is coming up into view now
>Honestly, you don't know why Cinch had insisted on your class taking a trip there
>You're pretty sure it was a punishment
>Twilight was elated when you all went
>It was annoying how she always had something to add to the tour, though it was funny when she'd constantly correct the staff
>Now your school trips are a lot quieter without her there
>...shit, do you miss her?
>That's weird
>You all but leap out of the car when he parks
>Partially to try and distance yourself from the thought, literally and figuratively
>But also to finally stretch properly
>You're pretty sure you've got an Indigo shaped imprint on you now
>The others file out of the impromptu clown car, Anon and Lemon the only ones unaffected by the journey
>You are SO calling shotgun when you're done here

>>43638105
>As you head towards the door, you wait with baited breath for Anon to say just what exactly you need from this place
>All you know is that this had better work and all be worth it

the curse of an update that ends with a short final post
shorter post than before because I wanted to get something out before I'm banished back to working, so updates are definitely gonna be slower, so do me a favour and keep the thread alive, yeah?
but at least I know where this story is going and its end point

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>>43638105
Is Twilight gonna snitch on everyone?

>>43638120
Can’t wait to see how it plays out

>>43638105
>"so what, we're doing a heist?"
no, silly, that was last thread!
>keep the thread alive
sir yes sir. good green keep it up anon

>>43638093
Nice pic

>>43638120
can't wait for more!!
keep up the good work!

>>43603490
*swimming class

>>43640646
What's so funny?

>>43642819
(you)

>>43642819
She’s laughing?

>>43643849
>>43644218
She's been staring smugly at me for days now. Not saying anything, just smirking.

>>43644296
Makes sense

>>43644442
It doesn't, that's the problem.

>>43640646
God that outfit

>>43645615
Sweet sleepover

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>>43645615
I love Sunny’s costume

>>43639228
No one would take that cute little nerd seriously

>>43646968
Nice cinch art

>>43646599
>>43647511
Nice

>>43647511
Why is she angry if she's obviously posing for the camera?

>>43649863
Blackmailed

>>43649091
Beautiful

>>43638120
>The six of you walk through the various sections of the history museum
>Anon never says where you're going
>Why not is beyond you
>Maybe he doesn't want to make it obvious?
>If nothing else, such a plan would be working
>The only one among you who's focused in looking around is Anon
>Meanwhile the girls are all regularly distracted by something in the museum
>Sunny gets distracted by a section that goes into historic clothing
>Indigo looks like an idiot craning her neck back to look up at a dinosaur's skeleton
>Even Lemon pulls her attention briefly away from her headphone when your group goes past a section of old technology
>A display that goes from a gramophone to a walkman
>The sight brings a smile to her face as she bops her head along to the music
>You and Sugarcoat share a brief glance only to roll your eyes
>This really is starting to feel like a waste of time
>"We're here" Anon says, suddenly stopping in front of your group
>You grunt as the sudden halt forces you to stop, which makes Lemon bump into you
>Then a small domino effect of the other girls all bumping into each other, and by extension, you
>You glare back at Lemon briefly, who only chuckles at you before you turn around
"And where is 'here' exactly?" You ask as you look around
>A bunch of rocks and gemstones displayed in the cases around
>Some are listed as meteorites, others describing which volcano they were dragged out of
"Wow, Anon!" You say with faux glee. "This is really... pathetic..." You mutter
>"Yeah, the guy's a weirdo, find one that looks interesting, but don't do anything yet." He whispers back to your group, keeping an eye on the people coming and going
>Luckily there aren't many people who'd be interested in the museum as something to do on the weekend
>With those frustratingly vague instructions, your group splits up
>Deciding you want this over as soon as possible, you grab Anon's arm and drag him over to the nearby display case
"What about these ones?" You ask, hands on your hips
>Inside are several fragmentary gems and crystals
>Some are as blue as sapphires, or green like emeralds
>What gem they actually are, you don't care
>He hums in thought as he rubs at his chin, leaning back and forth to take in the gems from multiple angles as his eyes narrow
>Despite how much of a pain this all is, at least he seems to be taking this seriously
>But you swear if he's pranking you this whole time, you're kicking him in the dick
>His hum ends with a slow, drawn out. "Nooo..." Sounding almost disappointed. "He wouldn't want ones broken up so much"
>You let your head fall back with a groan as you trudge past the other displays
>You're... actually surprised by how many there are
>Igneous, sedimentary and metamorphic rock
>Gems of all kinds of cuts and carats
>Then there's the crystals; covalent, ionic, metallic, molecular, quartz, feldspar, and something called grounding crystals
>How the hell are you supposed to go through all these and pick one?

>>43651039
>With a barely contained groan, you choose to simply suck it up and look
>You just had to find some kind of gem that this mystery man of Anon's might like, but it "can't be too broken" or whatever
>With that in mind, you roll your eyes as you actually start to see what he means
>Some of the gems look like they're more solid, or put together, while others looked like they were broken up
>Most likely by whatever hammer or pickaxe got them out
>"Find anything?" Indigo asks from beside you
>You glance at her and give the blue haired sports star a shrug
"There's plenty here." You scoff. "Problem is that I don't actually know what the hell to look for." Your arms cross as you glare at another crystal
>Would this one be any good? You have no idea!
>"Yeah, well... at least he's... helping us? Kinda..." She tries to reason
>You drop your head in your hands
>Because the worst thing is she's right
>At this point, you genuinely can't tell if he's helping you or messing with you
>Sure, things at Crystal Prep look better on the surface
>People are generally being friendlier with each other, and Principal Cadance is doing a lot to make that happen
>But there are just some people who are still uninterested by the whole idea
>They came to Crystal Prep BECAUSE of the academics, and the recommendations, and the way it can fast-track your career
>And Anon seems to be one of them
>Your best guest? Some high-ranking engineer for a top-name car company
>Hell, maybe a decade down the line his claim to fame will be creating some new engine for a high-end sports car
>But that seems to be his only interest; cars
>Sure, you and the girls barely hung out while Cinch was around, but you bumped into each other more often than not
>With the pressure on your performance at school being lessened, even you have to admit, it's been nice
>Getting to hang out without needing to constantly check the time to keep up with your study schedule, or having to worry about Indigo suddenly rushing off for some other sports club meeting
>Even this, for as crazy as the day has been, is nice
>You'd never in a million years think your group would be hanging out at a museum on a weekend, but here you are
>Thanks, in no small part, to Anon
>But he's the only one who isn't actually enjoying himself
>He's treating it more like a job, even when it really isn't
>He offered to help you, when he didn't need to
>But he's just... there
>Is he really that deep in his own shell?
>"Find anything?" The voice of the man in question jolts you
"Gah-! Don't sneak up on me!" You snip at him before putting a hand on your hip. "And I dunno, you tell me."
>With a wave, you gesture him to the display case, and that analytical look overtakes him again
>As if he were mentally calculating something
>"No..." He says under his breath, making you grit your teeth. "I think we can probably exclude gemstones from what we're looking for."

>>43651043
>"What are you looking for?" Another voice says from behind you, startling you again
>You whip around, and you totally don't yelp and stumble into Anon from the shock
>A girl with grey skin and flat purple hair looks between you and Anon
>She's wearing a plain blue dress with a black belt
>The monotone of her voice could give Sugarcoat a run for her money
>At least that girl could put some sass into her voice
>"We're doing a research project." Anon says, immediately covering your bases. "The effect certain environments can have on the value of geological formations."
>The rapid, easy pace he puts out the word briefly make you wonder if you actually did have a research project for that you missed
>"The wonderful world of geology can be found all around us." The girl answers in a tone plainer than dry cardboard. "I'd be happy to assist you any way I can."
>Yeah, happy, that's definitely the feeling you get from her
"I'm sorry, we didn't get your name. Who are you?" You try to hide the caustic tone of your question after your sweeter start
>She briefly looks at you for a while, slowly blinking before answering. "I'm Maud."
"...right." It takes effort to stop the muscles in your face to sneer "We're... just looking for something..."
>How do you make it not sound like you're about to steal?
>Be casual
"Valuable, I guess?"
>Nailed it
>An answer's that's both vague and specific, but with an uncertain tone
>"Value is in the eye of the beholder." The girl says flatly. "We have many displays that technically have a monetary value, but those would be less impressive to those with a keen eye and a vested interest in geological works would be impressed by other sections."
"Well... it'd probably be best if we see... both kinds of valuable?" You try awkwardly
>Hopefully your cluelessness will help to keep her from figuring you out
>Wait
>Was that Anon's plan?
>If it was, you are never telling him it's any good
>He'd never let you live it down
>Not that you really ever see him in school
>"Didn't your boyfriend say you could exclude gemstones?" She asks
>That grinds your brain to a stop
>What did she just say?
"Boyfriend!?" You all but yell at her. "What could possibly make you think that someone like me would date someone like him?"
>"Because after I startled you, you grabbed his arm and have yet to let it go." She states simply
>You look down and to the side
>As she said, you'd subconsciously grabbed his arm, and you're still holding it
>You let out a noise of disgust as you recoil from him
"Why didn't you say anything!?" You shout, pointing a finger in his smug face
>"Cause it was funny." He chuckles
>Oh, he is so dead when this is over
>"But, yeah, I thought we should exclude gemstones." He explains to Maud. "I figure most of the class will have the idea of going with gemstones for the value aspect. Are there any you'd recommend?"

>>43651047
>You want to say the girl's eyes widen, but with how flat her eyelids lay normally, she now just has the look a normal person would have
>Maybe that's her equivalent of excited?
>"We have many displays which house crystal formations that have an unorthodox value to them, follow me." She moves at a casual pace through the display
>As she begins to drone on and on, you do your best to catch the eye of the others
>With subtle nods, you indicate them to come over and wait
>For what, again, you still don't know!
>Hopefully Anon's head isn't up his ass and he knows to signal them for when he sees something that matches what they need
<>
>God, this is so unbelievably dull
>You miss your car
>But you put yourself in this position Anon, and daddy didn't raise no quitter
>Now that you're looking at the crystal displays, you're feeling a bit more confident
>That crazy freak will definitely prefer these over the gemstones you'd been looking at
>And Sour even had the wherewithal to quietly get her friends over
>That definitely makes things easier
>Now you just need to get your own message across
>But first you need to distract this creepy employee
"Hey, uh, Maud?" You call out, interrupting her tour-guide tangent to turn to you as you indicate to the display nearest you. "Is it just me, or did someone put quartz in here when the sign says feldspar?"
>"That would be very unfortunate, we're dedicated to the accuracy of our educational institution" She replies in something duller than monotone
>With her attention diverted, you wave to one of the girls, and get Sunny's attention
>Leaning to the display, you point several times to the small lock on it, the same kind you've seen on the other displays and raise your eyebrows questioningly
>She narrows her eyes at you and tilts her head briefly before realization clicks and she begins inspecting the display she's nearest too for its own lock
>If she can figure out how to open one, then maybe she can open the others
>Hopefully she doesn't botch this
>You don't want to go to jail
>Of course, you'll all get bailed out before the weekend's over
>But you still have more stuff you wanted to do to treat your car
>Then again, you think
>Sour's parents are out of town
>If they get called back to bail her out AND find out she bent a part of her mom's car then she'll really be in trouble
>Oh well, you're just here to identify the thing you need
>Getting it is up to whoever of them knows how to steal
>"What a relief." Maud says as she turns back to you, unphased. "What you saw there was moonstone, though it could be mistaken for Clear Quartz to the untrained eye. Thanks to its sodium potassium aluminum silicate formation, it has a light blue colour which can appear clear in certain lighting."
"Right..." You're not sure how else to respond as she continues to lead you through the displays
>You notice the other girls subtly circling like sharks
>Definitely a good thing that you didn't tell them specifics

>>43651049
>They suck at not drawing attention to themselves
>Lemon strolls past, though you're not sure if she does it intentionally as she head bangs to whatever's in her headphones
>Her brief pass does interrupt Maud and pull her focus
>Which allows the others to blend in nearby
>Indigo and Sugar pretend to look in the other displays while constantly shooting glances up at you and Sour
>Then there's Sunny, who you're glad is still checking the other locks
>If the small smile on her face is anything to go by, she seems to have a plan in place
>"And here we have a personal favourite of mine" Maud announces
>At least, you think it's an announcement, there's no difference in any way she's spoken so far
>The reveal does immediately pull your attention though
>Either it's new, or you've never paid attention since you were last here
>"This particular display shows the curious ways that nature can create a structure that even our modern technologies would struggle to artificially replicate." She drones on. "Dug out from the sight of a volcanic eruption dating back centuries, this hunk of volcanic glass is a variety of obsidian known as 'Fire Obsidian' . Isn't it stunning? I know it leaves me breathless each time I see it." She pauses with a small blink. "Which is everyday. Because I work here."
>The disconcerting strangeness of the girl aside, that's definitely what you need
>Now how to distract her long enough to get it out of here?
>More specifically, how do you get it out of here quick enough?
>You don't like the idea of waiting for the girls to get it and potentially botch it up
>But you also probably need your car to be ready to go at the drop of a hat
>You briefly weigh up the task at hand against wanting to let anyone but you drive your baby
>But eventually, you relent
>Sour owes you big time for this
>Pulling your keys out slowly, you bring them around your back and subtly push them into her hand
>She flinches briefly, then grasps as she feels the cold metal and realizes what it is
>You speak with your eyes as best you can, and she briefly shows hesitance and surprise before accepting
>She then glares at you with a piercing "don't fuck this up" look
>Luckily you manage to mostly go unnoticed by Maud as Sour leaves
>Extra luckily the other girls don't take it as a sign to leave, and stay lingering around
>"I thought she said you weren't together." Maud says slowly
"Trust me. We're not." You correct the girl
>You can barely handle the near bi-polar girl as is
>"And yet, you held hands, curious." She says as she turns back to the display. "Moving on-"
>Seeing your opportunity, you look over to Sunny and gesture her over with a tilt of your head
>As she gets closer you make eye contact with the fire obsidian, and she gives you a cocky grin as she moves towards the display
>Now you just need to keep Maud distracted, or better yet, get her away from this section entirely
>With surprising casualness, she leans against the display

>>43651056
>"Hey, uh-" She says in a low droll, she pulls Maud's attention. "I think someone's been messing with the displays over there. They're loose or something." She inspects her nails as she talks, as if she has a million better things to do
>"Oh dear." Maud says, strolling past you two
"Alright, how long wi-" You start before Sunny shushes you
>"Dude, shut up and go over to Lemon." She says sternly
>You almost argue with her, but something in her eyes tells you enough
>As you get to Lemon, she wraps an arm around your neck before you can get a word out
>"This rock's not even in its display." You hear the slight tilt in monotone of Sugarcoat over your shoulder
>"That's Boulder, my pet rock." Maud informs
>"That's really sad."
>As the duel of the monotone happens out of your sight, you try to look over to Sunny, but can't even see her anymore
>"Whoops- heads up!" Indigo yells
>As you look over, you're surprised as the girl sprints away from a collapsing dinosaur skeleton
>It only now dawns on you that these girls are insane
>Seriously where the hell is Sunny!?
>"That's our cue dude!" Lemon says, laughing into your ear before pulling you by your hand
>The two of you wind through section after section of the museum
>As you go, Indigo, Sugarcoat and Sunny slowly join the two of you, appearing from separate parts of the museum
>"Okay, speaking as a track star, girl is scary fast." Indigo sighs as she turns as she walks to check behind you
"What the hell were you all even doing?" You ask
>"Well-"
>"Excuse me."
>The five of you yelp to varying degrees as, true to Indigo's word, Maud appears with frightening speed in front of all of you
>Shit, is she onto you?
>Clearly the others are worrying the same thing as you glance at them
>Indigo looks ready to attempt to knock the girl out to get away
>Before she can, Maud holds up a half empty pack of gum
>"Does this belong to any of you?" She asks glancing between you
>"Alright! My gum!" Lemon cheers as she takes the pack. "Thanks, lady." She grins
>"You're very welcome, come back soon." She says as she walks away
>The five of you remain slightly stiff in place as you watch her round the corner
>"She's weird." Sugarcoat states
>"You're telling me, let's get out of here." Indigo says
>"Gladly." Sunny agrees with a flick of her hair
>Your group spills out of the exit, turning your attention as a familiar car horn sounds out
>As everyone gets back into their previous seating, aside from a brief scuffle over shotgun finds Indigo there this time, you make your way to the driver's seat
>Popping the door, you stare at Sour Sweet, buckled up and looking back at you
>"What? Get in." She says, nodding to the back seat
>Like hell
"Let the girl who pretzel-knotted a tie-rod drive MY car? Yeah, no, backseat." You say, leaving no room for argument
>You're not sure if she's offended or impressed by your tone
>"Or maybe I drive off-"

>>43651057
"With a stolen car? To where? To who to get the tie-rod replacement and how to replace it?" You rapid fire off holes in her logic like fanning a hammer
>Her mouth clicks shut. "Can I at least get shotgun?"
>"I'M shotgun, Sour." Indigo defends her hard won place
>Sour Sweet lets out a strangled groan as she undoes her seatbelt and barges past and around you to seat herself back in the backseat
>With the engine already purring, you feel the car hum in a deeper tone as you take the wheel, others would call you mad, but you like to think she knows when you're driving her, and prefers it
>Pulling out of the museum's car park, you begin the long drive to your destination
>"So, you got it, right?" Sour asks, a mix of hope and irritation in her voice
"I dunno." You shrug, your head still spinning from the mess the group called. "Sunny?" You ask glancing in the mirror
>"I gave it to Indigo to run off with it after she had that skeleton collapse."
>"Then I gave it to Sugarcoat when we passed each other in the Revolutionary War section."
>"I gave it to Lemon when we met near the entrance."
>There's a small pause before she nudges Lemon and looks at her quizzically
>"Oh, that rock thing? I put it in Anon's pocket when we got blocked by that Maud girl." She clarifies
>"You did?" Sunny asks her, surprised
"You did?" You echo the question
>Why didn't you feel anything
>"She had better!" Sour growls
>Patting yourself down, for most of your pockets, you don't feel anything, until-
"Where's my phone?" You ask, checking to see if it slipped down the side of the seat somewhere
>"Here, dude!" Lemon says, holding it to you. "Had to make space."
>Double checking that pocket, sure enough, there's a bump of some kind there
>Fishing it out, you're met with a fist-sized rock
>Definitely the fire obsidian
>You hold it up in mock victory and let out a sigh of relief
>Sour's sigh is much more intense as she basically collapses back into the seat
>"You girls are the best." She says, and you're surprised by how long the positivity holds. "What took so long?"
>There it is
>"Anon slowed us down." Sugarcoat says simply
"How!?" You complain as you glance back at her
>"You just don't know how we handle things, that’s all." Sunny teases as she checks herself in a hand mirror
>Indigo simply laughs at your expense
>Seeing you're not going to win any argument here, you roll your eyes and pocket your phone and the obsidian again
>"Alright, we've got it, now, where are we going? And don't be so vague this time!" Sour scowls at you
>With a sigh, you let yourself sink into your seat and rub your eyes
>It's not that you don't have experience dealing with this guy
>But every time was unpleasant
>And you know he's gonna make it worse specifically because you've brought other people
"What do you guys know about Crystal Prep alumni history?" You ask
>"What does that have to do with anything?" Sour Sweet asks

>>43651059
>"Because clearly we're going to be dealing with one, Sour." Sugar corrects her
"Yeah..." You sigh out
>"And this guy or girl likes... rocks?" Indigo asks, confused
"It'd be more accurate to say he's obsessed with them." You tell her.
>"Well don't leave us in suspense dude, what's his name?" Lemon asks, surprisingly paying attention
>You chew the name in your mouth for a moment or two before letting it slip past your lips
"Sombra..."

>>43651061
>Sombra
Uh-oh.

i love what you're doing with the split perspectives here, anon. like how sour sweet is way more legit in her own pov than anon's, how he thinks the others are crazy and she just thinks they're annoying, that sort of thing. and bits like maud and sugarcoat monotoning at each other go on for just the right length... i would have milked that and fucked up the pacing. i kneel

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>>43653368
If there's one thing I truly appreciate about Shadowbolts (and EQG in general) designs it's the focus on legs.

>>43653368
>>43653646
Legs I’d give up an arm to get between

>>43651061
I'm enjoying this a lot!
Keep up the good work!

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>>43653368
Cuties

>>43655880
Yeah, of course I am gonna stare, what is she gonna do about it?

>>43656748
Cross her arms in attempt to hide her bare nipples (she has to uncross them eventually)

>>43657036
She sometimes can’t truly hide them when she still has a top on >>43580904

>>43639228
She’s not the type for that

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>>43659856 >>43660692 >>43670294

AI friends here? Please re-gen pic related as Indigo Zap and Sour Sweet.

>>43659403
Why not ask for a drawfag to draw something instead of asking for aislop? They make things for free around here too.

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>>43659403
There's a thread for it >>43635271
>>43659856
Agree, but at the same time drawing edits are not the same, and most artists don’t make them
In these cases, handmade edits or AI edits are the way to go, but whatever is better than nothing I guess

>>43660692
What’s the difference between handmade edits and drawing edits?

>>43660692
>>43661191
Never mind I think I misread your post

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>>43661628
She secretly loves it

>>43662509
I know I do

>>43661628
It's least it's cute girls touching her.

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>>43663311
Adorable

>>43663311
I love catgirls

>>43661628
God this one is hot

>>43630266
Underrated

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>>43669332

She's my favorite

>>43668002
Definitely a cutie

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>>43670294
>>43670297
That's the ticket!

>>43670294
>>43670297
LOVELY!
I can help adding freckles to that Sour Sweet's beautiful butt (and making the ones on the face accurate)

>>43670294
>>43670297
Thank you so much!
>>43670294
I think Sour Sweet is supposed to be a pegasus and Sugarcoat is Applejack's shadowbolt.
>>43670600
Hey, no copying my typing style.

>>43670918
Sexy Zesty

>>43657036
Once I reach for her panties she will have no choice

>>43673208
I like the sling bikini version better personally, but this one is great too.

>>43673208
>>43674347
I would give her special swimming lessons in either swimsuit