My mother actually once had a wonderful dialogue with me:
"Stop biting on my tits," I said, as she was biting on my tits.
"They're not 'tits'," she said, and continued gnawing on them until I grabbed her head and pushed her off me, "they're boobs."
My mother dislikes bad words.
That being said, this Star Sparkle isn't based on mine at all; it's more based on archonix's Xenophile's Guide to Equestria and Drakmire's For Those We Left Behind, the former of which is a great fic and the latter of which's saving grace is that it is boring enough that it takes one the same time to trod through it as it does a fic three times larger.
For best results, by the way, you should read this monologue in a moist, elderly voice.
The poor thing thought he wouldn’t be able to satisfy me, though of course back then I thought he was just being a little bitch, if you’ll excuse the accuracy.
I FUCKING DIED.
This is one of my favourite stories. I'm now watching your ass.
Wait a minute; I want to get this straight here. Not only did twilight decided to run away from her mother... by teleporting to a different solar sytem; but (according to the Proxima comment) she has done this before? Twilight it OP...
You are the R.A. Lafferty crossed with Edmund Crispin of clop, and I love the crap out of you with a love damn few of my readers would ever understand. Buck 'em. This is wonderful, demented, absolutely free stuff, and it fills me with unmentionable glee (though, oddly, neither arousing or dismaying me).
I started reading chapter one and couldn't stop until I'd run out of awesome.
I can't think of any word other than "fascinating" to describe your writing. It's this weird, distinctly f---ed up, and yet I can't stop reading it. I don't know if I should feel guilty or just accept it.
My mother actually once had a wonderful dialogue with me:
"Stop biting on my tits," I said, as she was biting on my tits.
"They're not 'tits'," she said, and continued gnawing on them until I grabbed her head and pushed her off me, "they're boobs."
My mother dislikes bad words.
That being said, this Star Sparkle isn't based on mine at all; it's more based on archonix's Xenophile's Guide to Equestria and Drakmire's For Those We Left Behind, the former of which is a great fic and the latter of which's saving grace is that it is boring enough that it takes one the same time to trod through it as it does a fic three times larger.
For best results, by the way, you should read this monologue in a moist, elderly voice.
Oh, mother.
Dame Judi Dench.
img4.memecenter.com/uploaded/1Da-fuck-is-this_3fdfa0520cc774aa9eb92412507d329f.jpg
That is all...
Still Incomplete?
Twilight becomes a starfucker.
Also, why does everything have to be rape? All the time rape. Why, mommy?
I FUCKING DIED.
This is one of my favourite stories. I'm now watching your ass.
This was the weirdest one to me. Surprising, considering how normal the actual story-within-the-story was compared to some of the others.
Wait a minute; I want to get this straight here. Not only did twilight decided to run away from her mother... by teleporting to a different solar sytem; but (according to the Proxima comment) she has done this before? Twilight it OP...
1730415
I was implying that the line was theoretical.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA
That was awesome!
1726732
What... I hope that line isn't serious.
1736427
Which line? I can spot at least four potentially objectionable ones.
1736471
The ones in the italics.
1736479
uh
It happened, but she wasn't, like, super-serious ripping them off gnawing or anything
She was just, like, nomming on them
It's an Asian thing.
1736495
So... strange foreign things I know nothing about...
Wake up Meldazzar the world is fucked up and you know it.
Oh, my GOD, you mad, wonderful pony.
You are the R.A. Lafferty crossed with Edmund Crispin of clop, and I love the crap out of you with a love damn few of my readers would ever understand. Buck 'em. This is wonderful, demented, absolutely free stuff, and it fills me with unmentionable glee (though, oddly, neither arousing or dismaying me).
I started reading chapter one and couldn't stop until I'd run out of awesome.
Liked, faved, followed, MOAR.
I can't think of any word other than "fascinating" to describe your writing. It's this weird, distinctly f---ed up, and yet I can't stop reading it. I don't know if I should feel guilty or just accept it.