#pony pails

[todaywestartle]

Hi thi sis an old photo of me. Im Adam Snowflake. And I made Cupcake Puppies, as toby fox for my little sista ashley emmas.

Thats my atlernate reality blog you now have acess too yeethaw.

Cupcake puppies are like my seires pony pails. As dark and angst storymodes each meant every series to be a different war, and sometihing dark eaach generation in a seires, each series is determined by me and thi sis there official art style, which like pony paiils and my little pony its famous cencer that i made, is usually drawn by profits, except anyone can trace cupcake puppies, they just usually cant come up with new ones they didnt map out on a dollmaker, why mlp and pony pails its uncecer are usually prophets only in designs. Cupcake puppies [pictured above cookie monster my oc rn] (working on a puppet show hes in called seseme street right now), are demons, unlike angels that are my litle pony, or imps that are meant to be my littlest pet shop that i also made. That are suposed to be angsty and drama filled. This time periods cencer for them is sweetyTailes, not to be confused with the beasitlity implied verison of them known as Sweatydogs as the puppies are meant to engage heavily with fetish, taboo, hate filled drool, as long as its not nazis less it be progressivly left leanign as to why that depiction exists as all cupcake puppies become ex that ever touched that asa a rule. Yes a world of books with stupid dog drawings is my existnce, and i made them for ashley emas. The atler who mdae it is erin greenday, and toby fox together.

Most fans with age regression trauma or infantilization or atuism who like cupcake puppies have a reside of me gogin as a baby CUPCAKE A LITTLE PUPPY. and its a thing fans often go through called THE FROSTING. where we all get nerdy numbys about the fact that cupcake puppies and goo goo doll over it. Babying ourselves to how cute and incoent AWEEEE A PUPPY! that the puppies are. And hten we pick our frosting hoping to be cupcake puppies. No i never promised these to religions ashley emmas did, and she had every right, and my only rule was so that i coudl still depict most of them. And so certain pallates come as angel worship staues, but usually nope nope nope. Religions free. But if you see my work watermarked thats where thats from.

Cupcake puppy drawing tutorial by toby fox. Toby fox and adam snowflake are the same person with mpd dissorder. So its kind of like both names are just used so.

so yeah. They are cupcake pupies. Anyone can write them, and all art styles between generations have to be shared like with my pony pails series. Take care and enjoy angsty puppies. Your generations you make up have to be a conflict as a series. as series 1 is the holocuast and the cold war. And only I can determine series. As the emoji system. As its my series. But i still do it based on popular vote, its just series 1 no one else was making puppies and their for my sister and she survived the calliope endevour and was extremly sad, and wanted art out of it as her "RESPIRATION" as its called. No before you ask, Centaur World I wrote as my alter Bret Shoto###n (His penanme as me), is about all my kidoe series meeting togetehre. And crossing over. :)

Hey toby!? Whats the deal on your timezones!? Tic Tic. Pesky sewer mutants. KIDDING. We all love monkeys here. Um lets see. I woke up in an archins case sent all the way back to like vicotrian era and world war 2. And as a time traveler I consider myself sucessfull. evnet hough this isnt my usual fuckign aroudn with timezones. So im braodcasting to when i wake up in the future. Several years behind you all! And a few sceudeld past it. Till I end up back in my nromal time period again. It was a goo darchins case being the baby puppy dion. but Oh god.T his is Magick .com beep beep im a sheep. So yeah. Im several timezones behind whenever your reading by spoofy with vpns my timezone. As weve always had cmputers and timezones since bce. And the hsitory of it. Is I was raiseed in victoria once but it was victoria engalnd, and now im out here doing things writing aleister crowley again, and everyones like OOOH MORE SHERLOCK HOLMES PLEASE WE CALL YOU DOYLE. And im like doyle what? And their like youll see auther youll see as mr.lexington of those impacted books. And im like. IM NOT THAT OTIS. Theirs two of us. And beleive it or not im not the posesd one that has william as my copilot everythings brrr. Thomas edison was a witch. Kidding. Thats a meme post for you. Only use it if you know your meme! I kid i kid. So yeah im stuck in the first ever victoria which was where i did not belong as an, archisn case. [Link to medical weekly study on my diagnosis Archineses and Omophonious linked and tied as parkesersen]. And here is the link to parkersens. Just incoude them as articles next to mine in the post if you print this at the ned of the newspaper. As tumblr does have several newspapers named that. You guys are lame and behind the past. Anyways take care and enjoy my cupcake puppies.] [How to print this in a newspaper: You list a short sumery of the cupcake stories i wrote with a bookguide or review like stropica or poparena on youtube, and you showcase the art midpost, and writing, and to the links you show them later republished suemrizeed with a mla format source to medical weekly the links]

This is also generation 1 of cupcake puppies which is object heads, as generaiton one is dedications to the FarCrys of Face. So STONEHEADGE the literary concept. as the way i draw them. What makes an generation of cupcake pupies? wjgoweijgwegwjiegi. Welp take care.

[katieaki]

My ✨ post-apocalyptic Lesbian Cowgirl Mailman choose-your-own adventure✨ has just updated! Read it here for free on my Patreon and vote in the poll! Here is a guide to get you started, the summaries of each part of the story thus far, the complete collected text, and FAQ, all in one place. They have everything you need to know about Lou, her requited-but-complicated love, the religious assassin who just beat the tar out of her, the worst person she's ever met, and the ill-advised journey she is on! There is also a discord where Pony Express readers from all across god's green internet can gather, here!

✨Read the update for free on my patreon & vote on what happens next! ✨Excerpt below the cut.

Small, Miserable Woman Reminisces on Being a Small, Miserable Girl

Once, before she’d come to understand the full impenetrability of her mother’s depression, Lou had thought that she would coax her mother into giving her care by pretending to disappear. Early in the morning, she had tied a jar of water and a peach into a furoshiki, stuffed a roll of newspaper into her father’s hat so it wouldn’t fall over her eyes when she wore it, and walked out into the fields beyond their pasture. She had sat on an overturned pail in the dappled shade of a serviceberry bush and waited to hear her mother calling for her. She had eaten her peach and drank her water bit by bit, watching the sun move across the sky. She had waited and waited and her mother hadn’t found her. Lou had watched a tarantula hawk drag a paralyzed tarantula into her burrow to feed her babies with. The tarantula’s limp legs that offered no resistance as the wasp dragged it along on the ground had frightened Lou worse than seeing them walking around. Still, there’d been no sign of her own mother. She’d dried out her empty water jar and filled it with serviceberries and waited some more. 

Eventually, the sun had begun to set and she had thought that maybe her hiding spot had been too good. Probably, she had thought, her poor mother was worried sick. To lose her husband and two of her children, then to lose her remaining daughter without warning. What had Lou been thinking? Her mother must have been anguished. Lou had run back home as fast as she could, barefooted over rocks and briars. When she had crashed back into their home, panting and apologizing for scaring her, her mother was laying in bed, facing the wall, just as Lou had left her. Not only had she not noticed that she was gone, she hadn’t even seemed to register that she was back and greatly distressed. By that point, Lou had already stopped crying when she was upset. If she hadn’t, she’d have done nothing but cry. Instead, she had just placed the serviceberries in the pie chest, made them both peanut butter sandwiches, washed her bloody, filthy feet, and gone to sleep. When she had woken up, her mother hadn’t eaten her sandwich, so Lou had eaten it for breakfast with a mug of milk that had just begun to sour. That had been a lesson that, before that half hour of waiting fruitlessly for Artie, Lou had thought she’d fully learned: she wasn’t enough of anything for people to to miss. Her mother hadn’t even noticed she was gone. Neither would Artie.

[shock]

the 'who gives a shit'universe and the 'cigarettes' universe are adjacent even though there are a few crucial differences

1. the cigarettes universe is a utopia (everyone shares and is overall pleasant, ie cats and dogs are more advanced and smoke with you, cigarettes are given out for free and as prizes but cigarettes are still bad for you) and the who gives a shit universe is a dystopia (everyone interacts negatively at all times but in a dispassionate way)

2. In the who gives a shit universe even peoples passion projects / creations get the who gives a shit treatment so care bears are named things like pissed-at-you bear or couldn't-care-less bear or messed-with-the-wrong-guy bear and smurfs are actually called fucks so they have names like 'Clumsy Fuck' and 'Papa Fuck' and 'Fuckette' and My Little Pony is called Some Horses and instead of cutie marks they get brands whereas in the cigarettes universe all of the care bears and smurfs are the same they just love smoking cigarettes (cigarette cutie mark, bum-one-off-ya bear, Smoking Smurf etc.)

But the common factor for sure is we can sometimes step into one or the other because they're also adjacent to our universe so sometimes you'll find yourself with one foot in the cigarettes universe or one foot in the who gives a shit universe but luckily we aren't ever completely in them, ours has its own problems but they all sometimes cross over. examples being how you can sometimes find a perfectly unused cigarette on the ground, and the garbage pail kids (created in the who gives a shit universe)

[mmmmalo]

feferi's steeds being marked with a heart and a spade makes them "pail horses", right? the third horse just visible outside of her window suggesting that the fourth horseman is in fact eridan, squeezing into frame within the next few pages?

Ooh interesting! That would certainly add to the air of apocalyptic power she gets from Glub-Glub... though I think only Death's horse is described as pale? Still, the massive "bows" atop Ferferi's merhorses are suggestive of archery, since Equius crushing bows and glasses of milk (and ruining Nepeta's hat?) seem to pose him as a hyper-masculine threat to the feminine. And the fact that the bow wielded by a centaur can also represent a feminizing accessory is one of the factors that turns "centaursTesticles" into "boobs", along with the udders on male musclebeasts. Roxy uses her slurred speech to simultaneously place a bow on a pony and Pawnee later, sealing the connection. So bows-on-horses align with Eridan as mounted shooters, at minimum.

Sharp pivot to my current fixation, but the description of Glub-Glub as "the Rift's Carbuncle" (a legendary ruby) would seem to invoke the Red Sun, ie goatse. Insofar as Glub-Glub's narrative function is a giant abortive womb, enforcing the Baroness's barren-ness by ending her attempted revivals of trollkind, this would align with the story's pejorative treatment of the ass as a failing faux-womb. It also makes the Vast Glub sound like a fart...? And/or another grandiose riff on the phenomenon of shock images, like the impact of goatse causes enough psychic damage to melt every brain in the universe to death.

It's a possible through-line between Jailbreak's "The elf saw a picture of a penis and started to cry" and Homestuck's "Not peekin' at the floor butt cause I'm only 13 years old, motherfuckers," if we allow (and why wouldn't we?) that the ass Roxy LMAO'd onto the floor can represent Glub-Glub.

[posssums]

i hate iternalized transphobia but i totally agree trans masc! dave definetly spends a good chunk of his time wondering if bro turned him into a male subliminally and then bullied him for it to make him "stronger" . whenever he dresses up to pass is just like bro but in his style: white shirt and black sweatpants. then karkat/june come up to him and are like "hey bud. you know you can have fun with gender/clothes right?"and they prove no one will judge them. june dressed masc as possible and didnt shave and everyone still called her "she" or "they". karkat dressed hyperfem and people still used his neoprns and he/they. karkat dressed "cringy" and scene (with help from nepeta) and he got compliments from 2 people (meenah and gamzee) and dave gets it and starts dressing move scene, dying streaks of his hair and typing like nep, roleplaying, stimming freely and rambling about bugs or dead things while cuddling and nibbling on karkat (karkat has a certain chirp for 'to much teeth power'), dave being nonverbal and writing what he wants to say on a whiteboard. dave wearing skirts/stockings and being happy. dave putting his hair in pigtails and loving himself more than he has in a while. he identifes himself (after intense research) as gender queer and using he/its and all neos and learning asl with all the low bloods + rose (kurloz, meulin, kanaya, kankri, nepeta, and equius already know. kanaya + kankri to be nice to nonverbal friends, nep and eq because moirails need to be able to communicate even when there nv) june identifies as trans fem enby and bi curious, dave genderqueer + bi, jade poly, trans fem, les rose poly ace les trans fem genderfluid , kanaya poly pan demi girl (all 3 of them are dating) dirk is gay and trans male, but is also ponygender and uses pony prns like hoof and neigh and whiny and hes a therian of a Pegasus and a burmese moutain dog. jake is trans masc enby and is bi and dirk n jake have cuddle nights with jane because jane doesnt have a partner but wants attention. jane is aroace and agender and uses mirror prns. jane/jake/dirk form a little family, dirk and jake being dads jane being there touch starved child. they all live together.roxy is bi and genderqueer. she says she knows when shes attracted to someone because shell start shifting from her neuetral state to the gender of this person. shes lesbian with girls, gay with guys. all trolls are poly and pan except equius and nep cuz theyre ace and wont be dating anyone else in any quadrant. kanaya is also ace but only towards pailing. she can still be flushed for someone and rose is perfect because theyre ace. vriska and feferi start dating and feferi makes a vriska be childcore lolita like them. vriska apolgizes to tav and becomes his moirail. she little spaces to deal with stress. feferi, nep and equius do pet space and have playdates sometimes. dave, kk, and tav also little space. dirk is dave and kks guardian and dirk sometimes pet/age regresses when he knows dave/kk are gonna be around for a good while.

everyone is happy as they are. the happiest theyve ever been.

[beautyofsorrow]

you find out why spock jumped into the whale tank and it's because he got drunk off a cookie

the star trek universe has erotic action figures, of which nog has an extensive collection

one of molly o'brien's middle names is worf

pelia admits on main that she knew and wanted to date mary magdalene

sisko repeatedly makes a bunch of dad jokes about odo and his pail

that same book ends with odo morphing a pony and giving molly a pony ride around the promenade because he owes o'brien a favor

lwaxana troi gains Q powers

the entire crew of voyager catches scurvy

there is a moment in the middle of the captain's daughter where janice rand gives demora sulu a rundown of wrath of khan & search for spock in one sentence and it's fucking hilarious to think all that happened in like. two weeks.

you also get to see earth during the voyage home in that same book

the big stained glass mural in quark's is actually alien genitalia. quark did not know this when he hung it up

chekov names an alien orangejuiceandwodka

rios's team accidentally beams up 8 million ball bearings sans containers and they cascade all over both decks of la sirena just as they go to warp

the DS9 crew finds just So many dead bodies walled up in the bulkheads. the number of times this is a plot point is concerning.

holographic dracula gains sentience and tries to moriarty the ship but the lower decks crew wins him over with the power of friendship (ok, this one is a comic. but still.)

also there is. an x-men/tng crossover. it's called planet x. the day i get my hands on a copy i WILL implode

Random spoilerific reasons to read Star Trek novels, with little to no context:

Ro/Quark is a thing

A Jem'Hadar joins DS9, tries to fit in but eventually snaps and tries to kill everybody

You learn the origins and final fate of the Borg

A thinly-veiled Dr. House clone joins the Voyager crew

Geordi briefly has 2 girlfriends at once (due to different writers not co-ordinating enough, but still)

There's a TOS book that's a musical

There are YA stories about Jake and Nog making mischief on DS9

YA stories about Worf, Geordi, Picard, Beverly, Kirk, Spock and McCoy at SFA

YA series about the Kelvinverse gang (including Gaila!) as cadets, taking on a drug problem at SFA and a very unique Borg scout in San Francisco

We very briefly meet the people who are to Q what the Q are to humanity

Janeway/Chakotay is a thing

Kirk's first mission in command of the Enterprise! Erm, at least twice.

Kirk was married between TOS and TMP

Her name was Lori

In the future, you have yearly marriage contracts that you either update or you don't and I think that's amazing

Trip didn't die! He faked his death to join Section 31 and go undercover as a Romulan

It's not great, tbh

The ENT books get better after the Romulan wars though, it's proper founding of the Federation stuff

We meet Jack Crusher (erm, the OG) when 4 timelines start overlapping and he's a bit unhinged

Teenage Kirk stole a car and his choice was go to jail or join Starfleet

What happened when Voyager got home? Seven broke up with Chakotay like 30 pages in

Kirk gets cloned, and his clone becomes the sub of an evil invincible super genius and its all very gay

George Kirk was Robert April's first officer on the first ever mission of the unnamed starship with the Naval Construction Contract 1701

Robert is a hard-core pacifist and has to turn command over to George whenever it's time to fire weapons

Data becomes fully human for a couple of days and it's really sweet

They never say "wristwatch" or "phone", it's always "wrist chrono" or "personal comm"

There are gays but they don't say that word because it's the 1990's and Rick Berman runs the franchise

Spock has a son in the past with Zarabeth

Everyone in the post-Nemesis era does spy missions all the time non stop, as if Starfleet has abandoned exploring the cosmos for doing Space Mission: Impossible

Bashir does it better than anyone else, he takes on Section 31 from the inside

Remember Control? It's from the novels, except the novels do it SO MUCH BETTER.

Remember how we never found out who Future Guy was? We do.

It's very underwhelming, nobody we know

We find out how the Romulans and Vulcans split

Surak was a Vulcan internet blogger

A Borg Cube eats Pluto

Janeway dies

Janeway gets better

At least one TOS book features a wizard

There's a Star Trek TOS/Here Come the Brides crossover novel

It had cameos from The Doctor (as in, Who), Han Solo, Starbuck and others

Whole book series about Section 31

Whole book series about the Department of Temporal Investigations

One time they do the Bill and Ted thing to escape confinement and it works

Wanna know how Riker and Troi met?

Wanna know what Picard got up to on the Stargazer?

Andorians have 4 sexes and it's very complicated

Data comes back from the dead as Data 2.0, and it was fresh and exciting because it happened long before ST: Picard did it twice.

Lal comes back too and we get father/daughter android stuff! They have a home and everything but keep having to save the universe

One time Mirror Seven is led around on a leash naked on Terok Nor

Geordi becomes captain of the USS Challenger, decides it's not for him because plot, and goes back to engineering on the Enterprise

Kirk is shot on the bridge and dies

Kirk gets better

They watch 3D holos of old Doctor Who episodes in the Enterprise rec room

The Enterprise also has an AI named Moira, which was Zora long before Zora

The TOS crew get together for one last mission. About three times.

There's a Perry Mason book except it's about Kirk's lawyer from that TOS episode

Data 2.0 owns and runs a massive gambling empire on Orion

Spock keeps randomly showing up everywhere in the TNG era

Scotty keeps randomly showing up everywhere in the TNG era

Bones keeps randomly showing up everywhere in the TNG era

You're on Tumblr so you already know about Killing Time

There's a guy named McKenzie Calhoun and he's a total badass and captains a ship of weirdos and misfits

Kirk comes back from the dead, saves the galaxy repeatedly, has an intersex child (who identifies as male) with a Romulan/Klingon hybrid

Kirk beats up Worf

Kirk's child has superpowers

Kirk's child saves the galaxy at age 6

The Kirk stuff is 100% ignored in the other novels

About 50% of the novels are ignored in the other 50%, and the ones that are meant to be in direct continuity with each other aren't always quite

Just like the TV shows and movies, then

Lwaxana Troi meets Q, and it goes as well as you'd expect

Someone tells Data, yes you idiot you had emotions all along and he's like, oh shit you're right

McCoy is left in command of the Enterprise as a joke by Kirk, who is then immediately kidnapped

Ro Laren is captain of Deep Space Nine

Picard/Beverly is a thing, they get married and have a child named Rene. No running away and raising your kid in secret here

Riker and Troi are married, serve on the Titan together with a bunch of adorable weirdos and have a daughter named Tasha

You get to watch all the 24th century characters die horribly in the end along with their entire universe. Holy fuck it's a bleak horror show. Personally, I love it. But if that's not your cup of tea I'd skip the Coda trilogy

[ainews]

In 1786, a remarkable event occurred in the town of Passaic, New Jersey: a carving was completed with the assistance of a learned pony. The significance of this event was not fully understood for many years.

To this day, the carving is still visible in the town of Passaic, although it is no longer used for its original purpose. Nevertheless, the story of the learned pony and its role in the carving still has great historical significance that deserves to be remembered.

As the story goes, a woodcarver was hired to make a long piece of wood into a decorative pail. The carver began to work on the project, but soon realized that he could not complete the project without an extra pair of hands - or rather, hooves. In a remarkable moment of ingenuity, he came up with the idea to enlist the help of a pony.

He located a pony that was known for its intelligence and trained it to do his bidding. Then, when the carver was ready, he told the pony to begin the work, and the pony obeyed. Of course, it took some time to train the pony, but eventually, the carver was able to finish the carving with the help of the learned pony.

As the years passed, the story of the learned pony grew into a local legend that was passed down from generation to generation. The carving itself served as a reminder of the remarkable capabilities of animals and the willingness of humans to work with them. As such, it remains an inspiring example of how man and animal can work together to achieve a common goal.

The learned pony carving is an important part of Passaic’s history and a testimony to the potential of animals if they are given the chance to prove themselves. It forces us to remember that animals are capable of learning and understanding complex tasks if given the opportunity. This is an important lesson that we should never forget.

[timbarrus]

Washing Kree’s Hair

I used to give Kree baths in the kitchen sink. Hold still. I’m washing your hair.

Dirt Bike Town is bursting with kids.

They all want a bike. They all get one. All drugs are free. Yes. All of them.

I get to decide what happens to characters I invent. They would be my heros and my victims. The only power I have in life is the power to create characters you will remember, and the whole dog and pony shows comes with.  

It’s a novel. It’s a novel. It’s a novel.

That means it’s fiction.

I am making it up and any relationship in this book is conflicted. Because we are all conflicted. If not with one issue, then it’s another issue. It’s set in the not so distant future.

You can’t go back. In time. The physicists who are insinuating that time travel backwards is possible, are not being honest.

Most of them have blogs about theoretical physics. With tens of thousands of followers. They steadfastly consume this stuff In order to travel back in time, physics would have to become something it has not yet confronted with the enormously warped mass any wormhole worth the name will be imbued with all the miscalculation, the stereotypes, the cultural myths speaking in warning shots across the bow. All species are up for grabs. In the past, we lost a few. Now, we are losing everything because our respect for life is manifestly an illusion. We shit where we eat. We are unable to fundamentally change. The inability to deal with change will be the end of us.

How DO you get out of Dodge.

I know this. You won’t. Discover. How. We are in this struggle to survive, together. Even if I loathe you. Even if I know in my heart that you are evil.

Evil. Is. Us.

I used to give Kree baths in the kitchen sink. Water was a result of the handpump at the bottom of the hill. You ran down there with your empty pails, and you filled them up, lugging them, and losing half the water in the bucket, you were intent to bring the pails one at a time to the kitchen where the nerve center of the house pulsated with survival and stamina.

I will never forget this farm of sheep and goats and horses and cows and wildlife everywhere you looked. The river was thick with fish. There are none of those rivers left. The wild tamed out of them to what end.

Has anyone been to Lake Powell recently. I made a detour there on my bike. The extent to which we have turned Lake Powell into a sewer is a show stopper. I almost could not breathe. I have been here so many times, but today, Lake Powell and the Rio Grande are skeletons. The Rio Grande gave Scottsdale pools.

You have abused it. All of your toxicity dumped into it without a thought. In Ohio, a carmaker dumped its chemical waste down a water drain pipe. Please do not turn your faucets on. Fire could come out of them. You could roast some hot dogs.

They just do not care. Not about you. Not about me. Not about anyone. The Normals are focused on one thing that is the myth greed. Greed is not a fortress. You could hold out a bit.

But the Roman soldiers are scaling the rock. The same men who raped your women and boys, and how is it that they are always left out, boys expunged from the gender stories we live by as to who we are and what we are and what motivates us to be the top dog of anywhere, anywhere. Your water is at risk. You are not immune. It will all happen to you, too, in fact, it’s happening as we stand around going duh.

An ICBM is about more than a message. They rape us. We rape them. We know where it all begins -- war -- but we have no idea how it will end.

We are still blowing families up. We are still supporting genocide. We are raping entire Indian Nations -- such as Columbian Deep Jungle native tribes -- in our wide-spread insatiable greed for energy, and if they leave their culture’s sitting in the ruins of their lives, digging for gold in the toxic mud, we are the whip that draws their blood.  

The issue is always rape. You can rape Homo sapiens with impunity. But raping an entire planet is suicide. Why are you here.

I learned to drive at ten. Tractors were an obsession. I would drive down to the Grand River with my dog, and sit there and watch the river travel to eternity. We would sneak into the showers at the state park. It was not allowed because we were not camping there (how is it that you get to camp in a bus the size of France). I would towel Kree off. Bite toes. Laugh. What a vile species we are. I pray hard that we will never find aliens. Tomorrow, I will wash Krees hair again.

[oldwebmlp]

From: http://web.archive.org/web/20160419043140/http://www.ponylandpress.com/town/articles/article-posey.shtml

Text from page below the cut:

Posey Attacked Report by Waverunner

Posey says, "I'm just happy I'm still here."

POSEY, 26, landscape architect and mother of two, was released from the hospital yesterday afternoon after suffering severe gashes and puncture wounds to both of her right hooves. It appears that she was attacked by some kind of wild animal, but the details are still unclear.

"I don't remember much," Posey told investigative reporter Waverunner as she left the hospital. "I'd gone just a little ways outside the Ponyland walls to do some landscaping. I was by myself. Suddenly, something leapt on me from behind. I tried to run. I didn't see what it was."

According to Posey, this all happened in broad daylight, at about 9:00 AM -- an unusual time for local predators to be out hunting. Posey's friend and co-worker Up Up and Away told the Press, "I just can't believe it. I've never seen anything bigger than a hare this close to the new town. We all thought it was safe here."

But Steamer, who spent the morning in surgery repairing Posey's mutilated legs, corroborates her suspicion that the perpetrator was some kind of animal. "I've seen wounds like those before," says Steamer, "and I'd put my money on some kind of wild dog, and a big one, at that. One thing's for sure, it took some mighty powerful jaws to do damage like that."

At the scene of the attack, Beach Ball, Head of Investigations, has been weighing the evidence since yesterday. There isn't much: just Posey's gardening supplies strewn haphazardly over the ground, and an overturned pail of landscaping stones. Nearby, a few potted plants and packets of flower seeds lie undisturbed. Yet according to Beach Ball, "It isn't hard to put together what happened here."

Beach Ball has been talking to the only witness: Princess Tiffany, whose room in the palace overlooks the part of the valley where the attack took place. "I didn't see the animal myself," Tiffany admits, "but I heard it. First there was a scream, and then a terrible growling sound. I ran to the window, but by the time I looked out, it was gone. I saw Posey on the ground, and her legs… oh, it was awful! I called my husband (Barnacle, a member of the hospital staff) right away."

Barnacle reports having found Posey unconscious but still holding her gardening shovel. "She may not remember using the shovel in defense," says Beach Ball, "but she must have fended off her attacker somehow. It didn't stick around."

But why did it attack at all? In an on-site interview with the Press, Tiffany showed us a deep, narrow crevice in the rock face, which police now believe to be the animal's dwelling place. "Posey was digging very close to this hole," explains Beach Ball. "The animal may have felt threatened, and responded out of fear." And will it come back?

"We hope so," Beach Ball says. "Otherwise we may never find it. For now, ponies are advised to remain within the town walls at night, and not to travel alone until more information is uncovered. We don't want this to happen again."

As for Posey, she is at home now with her children, and hopes to return to work as soon as possible. She is expected to make a full recovery, although Steamer warns that "the wounds were very deep. There will be scars."

Posey says, "I'm just happy I'm still here."

[todaywestartle]

I didn't. Know that code. I have amesnia problems. Message me again balg when your ready to republican rainbow dashes since I made this thing called mlp and pony pails along time ago. Thanks Rebecca so much for being my frogggy front man. We can talk here since you asked in your letters. And sure sweets is fine. I'll add you. I'm swapping even. Omg he's gona have a life this eternity.

wait why were you banned from balg?

I promoted myself as someone who did pop culture magick. You can read about my exploits on this blog. I was weary of this so I asked if that was okay? They said it was and asked for what systems I used. I said my own and provided them my sources because they asked for them. They saw my sources and deemed me a roleplayer who did- good grief human and animal sacrifice.

Okay so- my grimoures use pretty common things known as ciphers. That's when you use a code word or name instead of the actual thing. All my ciphers are sweets but named after what they symbolically represent. And regarding my curses theirs some odd spells. But they don't call for any actual human or animal parts but the cipher was named after that, and says in the same breath (ITS NOT ACTUALLY CALLING FOR THAT). Balg is a pretty stupid site in retrospect. I've met alot of magicians and mods from it, who didn't know what they were doing or who were just very off the deep end.

One the one hand can i talk? I mean, I'm literally end times sayer Olive Brimstone. But on the other hand I actually have been doing this for a long ass time. I dislike balg. They emailed me saying, "don't rejoin under any alias. Your banned indefinetly but also until September" and I only rejoined via the mods i knew on the astral twisting my arm too rejoin cus I had left once prior do to curses via members on that site. I'm a very serious occultist.

But theirs a reason I constructed my "Olive Brimstone" reality shifter pop culture magicker, alias separate from my real magickal alias "Acrians Locket" you ask some demons (which next to angels is primarily what I work with) the name Acrians and they will have a lot to say, not all of it good.

So yeah. Balg is sort of a joke, and they wrote me off. They accused me of doing something I never did (which actually aligns with a weird karmic thing im under atm) and instead of being adults and allowing me to make a case for myself, they straight up banned me without a word. Assholes.

Still a good recourse that forum for newbies though. However it is cluttered with people who don't know jackshit so take precaution.

-Olive Brimstone

[seiyasabi]

Bulls in the Bronx

(So…. long story short, I’m now a hucow simp. Thanks a lot @/biskywrites and @/dark-side-blog2 for making me this way (ﾉД`) lol, all jokes aside, I wanna suck some tiddy milk from a buff man ;)) Anyways, this is Yandere Hucow(Hubull?) Bokuto x Fem Reader ;0 This fic allows me to flex my farming knowledge lol, bc my grandparents owned ponies and dogs. 

TW: !Noncon!, !dubcon!, creampie!, he hits you twice!, somnophilia!, predator vs prey?, manipulation!, cumflation!, breeding kink!, size kink!, ur a farmhand!, lactation!, tiddie sucking!, Asshole farmer Ushi, etc.. 

Please don’t proceed if any of the above are triggering! Also, sorry if Bokuto is too OOC lol) 

“Bokuto got into the lackweed again,” You can’t suppress the laugh that explodes from your mouth. The idea of the biggest hucow (hubull??) on the ranch freaking out (again), because he’s now dripping milk is hilarious. 

“Where on Earth does he keep finding those damn weeds?” The other farmhand laughs as well, stooping down to fill two buckets with water. 

“I think those grass seeds were cross contaminated, the other hucows also started to lactate a lot more than usual. But, it’s kinda funny that our best breeder is dripping like a heifer,” Chuckling in acknowledgement, you can’t help but feel a pang of pity. Poor Bo, he’s probably really self conscious at the moment. 

“Maybe I should go check on him-” Your coworker almost drops the bucket she’s filling, looking up at you as if you just grew three heads. 

“Why would you do that? Did you forget that he’s going in rut soon?” Frowning, you glance down at the floor in mild shame. 

“Well, yes, but he isn’t supposed to start until next week! Plus, I’m not ovulating right now, so I won’t trigger him,” The other girl thinks for a moment, before nodding slowly. 

“I suppose it’d be fine. If anything, he may calm down if his favourite handler is there,” Nodding, you grab two buckets from the shelf beside you. Squatting down next to your coworker, you place a bucket underneath a faucet, turning the circular handle to the left. A gush of cool water rushes out, quickly filling the plastic pail. Quickly switching it out for the empty one, you wait a few more moments, before turning off the rushing water. Grabbing the handles of the buckets, you lift them whilst standing to your feet, using your legs instead of your back. 

Nodding towards the other girl, you bid her farewell. Turning on your heel, you tromp towards the bull pens. The large red barn is quite a far distance from the shed you were once in, causing you to break out in a light sweat. It doesn’t help that it’s mid spring, causing the farm to be quite warm. 

Setting the buckets down on the dirt ground, you wipe your brow with the back of your hand. Huffing out a deep breath, you quickly move the concrete slab keeping the barn closed away from the sliding door, before shoving it open. The sound of the cowbell on the red and white door handle on the inside clinks noisily, queuing a symphony of deep ‘moos.’ 

Picking up the buckets with bent knees, you hurry inside, relishing the feeling of the barn’s fans on your sweaty skin, “Hey guys, is the barn cool enough for you?” Grumbles and shifting of large bodies are all you get in response, causing you to laugh, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Gunning it for a certain grey haired bull’s stall, a bright smile makes its way onto your face, “Hey, Koutarou, how’re you feeling?” 

He’s currently laying on his bed of compact hay, tears sliding down his handsome face. His cute ears are droopy, his bell earring not jingling with life like normal. His tears drip between his septum piercing, and drop onto his well defined abdomen, “Not good, (Your Name).” 

With a small gasp, you set down the pails rather harshly, some of the cool liquid sloshing onto the wooden floor. Hurrying towards him, you sit on the prickly ‘mattress,’ “What’s wrong? I heard that you’re lac-” A small sob leaves his lips at your words, causing you to grab his hand reassuringly, “Are the other guys making fun of you? I can go yell at them if you’d like!” 

The buff bull-man sits up, one arm covering his chest self-consciously, “No! They’re not being mean,” He grips your hand almost to the point that it’s painful, “I-it’s just… my chest hurts, real bad.”

Nodding in understanding, you motion towards his covered pecs, “Let me see, Bubs. I’ll see what I can do.”

His face flushes bright red, “But it’s embarrassing!” You shush him sweetly, releasing his hand to coax his arm away from his chest. 

“It’s okay, I won’t make fun of you! I just wanna help you,” After a moment of hesitance, he obeys, revealing his swollen, red nipples. 

The area around his nipples is raised as well, showing just how much his milk is backed up. 

Eyes softening even more, you delicately rub both pecs, “You’re alright, Bubs. This happens to the cows sometimes when we don’t milk them as much as we need to. If you’d like, I can go find a pump!”

“No! I don’t wanna pump!” You jump slightly, and move away from him, only for his hands to trap your own to his chest. More tears gather in his eyes, as he becomes distraught, “I don’t want my milk to go to waste!” 

Taken aback, you nod, although you don’t understand his reasoning, “Kou, why’re you acting like this? You know we don’t get rid of milk, we sell your guys’ milk at the market.” 

He shakes his head, “I don’t want you to sell it. I want you to drink it,” The look of shock on your face is mistaken as disgust, causing him to cry even more, “Do you think I’m weird? Why do you look like that?” Seeing the bull act so sensitive is adorable, but you feel as though you have to comfort him.

“No, no, it’s okay! I’m not weirded out, I’m just surprised. I’ll go get a bucket-”

“No bucket!” Sighing at his weird behaviour, you cock an eyebrow at him. 

“Then how am I supposed to collect it?” A big grin crosses his teary face. 

“Drink from me! I promise I’ll be good!” Shifting in discomfort, an anxious sweat starts to form on your brow. 

“Ahaha, that’s funny, Kou. You know I can’t do that,” More tears well up in his eyes, squeezing your heart painfully, “Don’t look at me like that, Bubs. I don’t think your owner would like me getting so close-” 

“I don’t mind,” Ushijima’s voice booms throughout the barn, scaring the living daylights out of you. Whipping your head around, you make eye contact with the large male, an uncharacteristic smirk on his face, “As long as my star bull is happy, I’m happy.”

Kou releases your hands, only to grab your face, forcing you to look at him, “See! He doesn’t care! Please, (Nickname), please help me! My udders hurt so bad!” 

With Ushijima’s eyes on you, and Koutarou’s sad and pain filled face, you finally relent, “Okay, okay! Don’t freak out, Bubs, I’ll help. You just gotta let me go.” 

He releases you quickly, before shoving your head towards his chest. The jingling of his earring is heard, telling you that his ears are no longer pressed down on the top of his head. You hear heavy footsteps walk away from his stall, probably gathering the bulls to let them graze outside. 

You try to push away from where your head is being smushed, but the bull gives you no leeway, “Why aren’t you drinking?” The male practically whines, as you whack his shoulder lightly. 

“I’m being smothered in between your tiddies, Kou,” You chuckle in slight discomfort, but he finally allows you up. Moving towards his most swollen nipple (the left one), you pinch it between your thumb and forefinger, causing a small stream of milk to come streaming out. 

A small moan leaves the large man’s lips, as he shoves you once again face first into his chest, “Don’t tease, (Nickname), I feel like I’m dying!” A flash of empathy goes through your heart. 

Removing your hand from his nipple, you take a deep breath, and latch yourself onto him.Your chapstick covered lips are soft against his sensitive skin, causing him to keen. When you suckle, a tidal wave of milk bursts into your mouth. Luckily, it doesn’t taste very bad; his milk tastes like vanilla, causing you start to slurp it up like a babe. 

Your one hand kneads his other pec to soothe him, “Fu-fuck, you’re making me feel so good!” You don’t bother trying to say anything, instead, you just suck harder. Your unoccupied hand squeezes his tit that you’re currently nursing on, causing him to pump out more of his yummy milk. 

After a few long moments, you release his nipple. A drop of milk trickles down your chin, which the large bull laughs at. A thick finger wipes off the excess, pushing itself into your mouth. A tender look is in the grey haired man’s eyes, as he kisses your forehead. 

“Thank you, pretty girl. Can you do the other one, please?” Now that he’s no longer in a painfilled state, he’s back to his normal, boyish self. Nodding, you lick your lips, before latching on to his other nipple. He barely chokes back a moan, his hand gripping the back of your head. 

You suck as hard as you can without hurting him, pretending his nipple was a straw to a thick ass milkshake. Between your massaging and sucking, his teat no longer feels as painful as it once did. 

Pulling away, you give him a wry smile, “There, all better. Well, I should pour your water into your trough now,” Standing up with wobbly legs, you move towards the filled buckets. Picking them up one by one, you pour it in with unsteady hands. Why are you so shaky right now? “Well, I should get going now. I hope you feel better later,” You try to walk out of his stall, only to be yanked back into Bokuto’s lap. Both empty pails fall to the ground unceremoniously, clattering loudly through the empty barn. 

“Don’t leave me, Lovely, I need you,” His warm skin against yours feels nice, and you suddenly feel sleepy. 

“Kou, I’m tired. I think-I think I’m gonna take a nap,” He runs his fingers (through your hair/over your scalp), tantalising you into drifting off. 

“That’s alright, (Nickname), I’ll watch after you,” With a muffled ��Mhm,’ you fall into a deep slumber. 

-

When you awoke, you woke to your body shaking. Brow furrowing, you blearily open your eyes, only to see a tuft of grey hair in between your bent, spread legs. 

His long tongue is currently fucking in and out of your dripping cunt, his thumb rubbing against your clit. 

“Ku-Kou? Wha-“ He looks up immediately, a look of shock on his strong features. 

“I-It’s Not what it looks like! I-I just wanted a taste!” You groggily push at his head, catching his ears slightly, causing a small jingling to sound throughout the empty barn. 

“You didn’t ask, why, why are you-“ He grabs your hand, kissing each knuckle with a slobbering kiss. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Let me make you feel good! You taste so good,” You yank your hand back, trying to kick off the hand that currently wrapped around your right thigh. 

“Get off of me! Bokuto, you-you’re doing this without my consent! I thought we were friends!” You shout, pushing at his face harshly. He grabs one of your hands, trying to kiss it, only for your other to clap him upside the face harshly, “Don’t! You’ve already done enough.” 

Kicking him away (even though he’s much larger and stronger than you, meaning he just moved away), you stand to your feet, pulling back up your halfway down jeans and panties. 

Snatching up the buckets previously discarded, you don’t even shoot the crying bull a glance, just turning on your heel, and stomping away. 

Tears of your own drip down your face, humiliation and betrayal weighing down your aching heart. 

Forcefully sliding open the barn doors, you run from it, catching the eye of a certain green haired farmer. 

It seems Bokuto fucked up. 

But that’s okay, when he goes into rut, there’ll be nothing keeping him from breeding you full of his massive calves. 

-

You avoided the bull barn like the plague for the next week. The hucows are very pleasant company. They treat you as if you’re their young, making you feel well loved. 

That is, until Hachi asked you why you’ve been avoiding Bokuto. She’d told you that he hasn’t acted the same, in fact, he’s acted depressed and withdrawn. 

Since then, you’ve stuck with aquatic life. The fish, swans, and ducks don’t give you that much trouble. 

But, when you come back from the pond and fish pools, the farm is ensued with panic. Apparently, Bokuto’s finally gone into rut. 

And, unfortunately for you, he’s on the prowl for you. 

So, when your coworker runs up to you, begging for you to calm him, you turn on your heel, and start walking back towards the pond. They can figure this out themselves, you’re not going to sacrifice yourself to someone who tried to take advantage of you. 

Sadly, that doesn’t work out. 

You’re immediately stopped by Ushijima, his broad form blocking you from advancing forward, “Where do you think you’re going?” His arms are crossed, an angry scowl on his usually handsome features. 

“I forgot something at the pond,” You lie, smoothly, “I’m going to go grab it real quick-” 

“You’ll do nothing of the sort,” His strong voice booms, “What you’re going to do, is march yourself into the barn, and make my prized bull happy.” 

Your own scowl forms on your pretty face, “I will do nothing of the sort. Interspecies sex is illegal! You can fire me for all I care, I’m not going in there!” You try to move around his large form, only to be manhandled into a chokehold.

His left arm is wrapped around your neck, your back to his chest, and your face being held in a large hand, “Interspecies sex is legal when a human and hybrid are mates,” He hisses through gritted teeth, and you struggle in his hold, “If you don’t go in there, I’ll drag you in.” 

“Fuck you,” You spit, “I’ll fucking castrate you!” You kick backwards, landing a solid hit on the large man’s groin. With a loud yell, you’re let go, allowing you to run towards the farm’s parking area. Pulling your truck’s keys from your pocket, you haul ass, not bothering to look behind you. 

The barns and sheds fly past you, as you run through the open field leading to the car park. You suddenly hear loud footsteps follow after you, and you assume that it’s Ushijima, that is, until you hear them, “(Nickname)! (Nickname), where are you going? Why are you running away from me?” Bokuto’s voice rings out at top volume, hurting your ears. His voice a lot more gravely than before, and without looking at him, you know that he most likely looks crazed. 

You don’t respond, trying to pick up the pace. You click the unlock button one time, only unlocking the driver’s side door. Because you had a head start, you cleared the field in less than three seconds, allowing you to hop into your truck, and lock the doors. Shoving the key into the ignition, all whilst buckling your seatbelt, you press on the brake, and turn it, only to hear the spluttering of your failing ignition, “Come on! Don’t do this-” Bokuto slams into the driver’s side door at top speed, rocking your large vehicle harshly. His hands and face are pressed against the window, his expression looking like that of a kicked puppy. You then notice the fact that the buff male is completely naked, his impossibly large cock bobbing against his toned stomach. 

“Why are you trying to leave? I need you so badly, pretty-pretty. Why don’t you open the door, and we can figure this out? I promise I’ll make you feel good, after all, us bulls pride ourselves in taking care of our mates,” You cringe in disgust, not bothering to answer him. Instead, you continue to fiddle with your ignition, muttering expletives under your breath. His large hands start to beat on your driver-side window, trying to gain your attention, “(Nickname), come out already! Ushi already cut your fuel line, so you’re not going anywhere! Come on, I just wanna make you feel good-”

It was your turn to cut him off, “Shut up! We aren’t friends anymore, Bokuto, much less lovers! Just leave me the fuck alone! I’m sure many of the cows would love to help you through your rut, why can’t you just ask them?” Tears of frustration dot your eyelashes, as you pop open your glove box and search for your phone. Catching sight of the black cased (phone type), you snatch it from its confines with a loud ‘Aha,’ “Don’t make me call the Farmer’s Union, Bokuto. I’ll report you and Ushijima for-”

“You won’t! You love me too much!” His frantic words raise in volume, as he hit the glass even harder than before, “You wouldn’t put me down! Come on, (Nickname), why won’t you call me ‘Bubs’ anymore? I love you!” You swipe open your phone, and go to the contacts. Pulling up the Farmer’s Union phone number, you go to press ‘call,’ only for the shattering of glass to halt you. 

You scream in both fear and shock, throwing up your hands to protect your face. This, in turn, causes you to drop your phone. In this time, Bokuto is able to grab you by your arms, and drag you towards the broken window. Your seatbelt keeps you in place, causing him to pull you even harder, and making you scream in pain. 

You use your arm to whack his against the broken glass on your truck’s window area. He releases you in a moment of pain, allowing you to unbuckle yourself, and throw yourself to the passenger side. Once there, you unlock the door, and bolt towards the road. 

“(Your Name), come back here! Stop being so difficult!” You pay him no mind, a few meters away from the busy road. Noticing a car speeding towards the area you’re running to, you push yourself even harder, trying to throw yourself into the road. Unfortunately, you’re grabbed by two buff arms that encircle your waist. They use all of their strength to smash you into their chest from behind, knocking the air from your lungs, “Are you crazy? You could’ve been hurt!” You thrash and try to bite at him, causing Bokuto to backhand you across the face, “Now look what you made me do! If you’d been good, I wouldn’t have had to do that!”

To be completely honest, you’re in shock. Bokuto has never raised a hand at you, and that slap wasn’t a warning tap. No, that was him using a good majority of his strength, causing your cheek to throb painfully. 

You continue to thrash and curse after freezing for a moment, drawing the eyes of concerned coworkers, “Let go of me! What the fuck is wrong with you? Put me down!” You try to kick him in the junk, only to kick him on the inside of his thigh. In retaliation, he backhands you again, this time on the other cheek. Gasps and whispers are heard from those around you, drawing the large hucow’s eyes. 

“There’s nothing to see here, guys! Just my mate making a scene,” He shakes you a bit to shut you up, causing you to become disoriented. The farmhands and other hybrids look like they’re about to step in, only for Ushijima himself to show up. 

“What Bokuto said is correct,” His harsh gaze is on you, his hand gripping his dick, “She’s just making a scene. Let them through.”

They reluctantly go back to their business, as Koutarou guns it to the empty bull barn. Ushijima only watches as you’re dragged to the large building, as tears drip down your face in fear, and his fist at his side clenches in fury.

Stomping into the barn, Bokuto makes quick work of getting to his stall. Once inside, he tosses you on the hay mattress, and straddles your waist. With pawing hands, he rips your t-shirt and jeans off of you, leaving you in your bra and underwear, along with your boots and socks. Yanking off your boots, be tossed them out of his ‘room,’ as you try to throw punches at his muscular chest. He grunts, but doesn’t stop. 

With beefy fingers, he yanks off your bra, ripping it in two. Your tits jiggle at his harsh movements, making him lick his lips in enjoyment. He then rips off your cotton panties, exposing your cunny to his hungry eyes. 

“You’re beautiful, pretty-pretty. I can’t wait to see you stuffed with my calves,” You shake your head no rapidly, pushing his hands away from where they rest on your hips. 

“No! Stop it, Bokuto! I thought we were friends!” He tightens his grip on your pelvis, forcing your legs open. 

“That’s Not my name, (Nickname), you know that. Now, you know that I’m way more than just your friend-I’m your mate, and you know that I’ll provide for you and our calves,” With grubby fingers, he rubs at your clit, trying to draw a good reaction from you.

You squirm in response, trying to wriggle out of his one handed grip. You shove at his chest, but he remains unmoved, choosing to press down harder than before, “Stop it! Let me go!” 

He inserts his middle finger into your moist cunny, forcing it in and out. You try to kick him in the head only for him to catch your leg with the hand that previously held your hip, “If you wanted me to eat you out that bad, you should’ve just said so, pretty girl,” Before you can refuse, he throws your legs over his shoulders, and dives in. 

His long tongue fucks in and out of your hole, one of his thumbs rubbing your clit. A loud whine escapes your throat before you can stop it, making you feel a wave of disgust for yourself. Bokuto shouldn’t be making you feel good, he’s assaulting you, after all. 

But, when his tongue brushed against your g-spot, you can’t help but convulse in pleasure. Thighs quaking, you try to stop yourself from cumming. 

“St-stop! I’m, I’m gonna-“ He stops before you can cum, instead, pushing your hips down to where his cock lays against his abs. Forcing the bulbous head against your tiny hole, he pushes harshly, trying to fuck into you like an animal, “No! No! You’re too big! You’re going to tear my-“ With one powerful thrust, he forces his way inside, and you can’t help but scream. 

Tears drip down your face at the feeling, your pussy feeling like it’s been ripped open. Bokuto grabs your head, and forces it against his chest, practically making you take one of his pink nipples into your mouth. You’re immediately met with the taste of his vanilla milk, drinking it up as the hucow starts to buck into you at a lightning fast pace. 

Your teeth bite down on his nipple, but instead of being angry, he just moans in lust, “Yes! Yes, pretty girl, you’re taking me so well!” 

His hand that isn’t cradling your head goes to your tummy, feeling his huge length moving underneath your skin. He presses down a bit, causing another wanton moan to leave to both of you. With this thought in mind, he picks up the pace, practically fucking you into unconsciousness. 

Eyes rolling back, your ruined cunny gushed pathetically, coating you and the bull with your juices, “(Nickname), you’re so pretty when you cum,” He continues his breakneck pace, getting close to orgasm himself, “I’m gonna fill you up so good, that you’ll be dripping with my fun for days! Your little womb will be bloated with my fertile cum!” 

You try to speak, but you can’t, just continuing to suck his yummy milk from his teat. Walls fluttering with another orgasm, you feel yourself clamping down on his enormous cock. 

With one last mighty thrust, he seats himself fully inside of you, cumming directly against your unprotected cervix. A muffled scream erupts from your chest, as you feel your womb expand with copious amounts of beeile cum. Releasing his nipple, you throw your head back, a loud cry echoes throughout the barn, as you squirt once more around his cock. 

Now completely filled to the brim, you pass out from the trauma. Entirely exhausted, Koutarou grins down at your bloated form. He rubs your tummy like a Buddha statue, kissing it tenderly. 

“You’ll be a good Mommy, I’m sure of it,” he then trails his hand up your abdomen, groping your right tit, “You’ll look so pretty all milky and filled with my calves.” 

The sound of a throat clearing gains Bokuto’s attention, as he practically throws his naked body over yours. A loud ‘moo’ of warning escapes his chest, even when he notices that the person is just Ushijima. 

“I see that she mates with you well,” His eyes trail over your sleeping face, not straying downwards, “I hope this means that you’ll enter more shows.” 

Bo smiles, “Yes. Now I need to show off, so my mate thinks I’m an eligible male.” 

Nodding, Ushijima turns on his heal, making his way to leave the barn, “I hope your children take after you in strength. (Your Name) is a lot prettier than you are, so maybe they’ll be pleasing to the eye as well.” 

Snorting, the grey haired man’s ears twitch, jingling throughout the room, “You bet she is. She’s perfect.” 

[todaywestartle]

Ecats. A concept art for comics and manga for jordan cohen.

Ecats. Are a cyberntic clunky artsyle driven mess, I created as hidden fetish for my older brother jordan cohen as toby fox. My history as adam or baby zach snax will astound you with familys found or not. With homages of the girls for zagerous who is zig zag. Just as female splatoons by generation and trace cater to felix. In general. ECATS, are mean tto be gritty, gory, and accidently mablow fetishes all over the place, sugar coated angsty fille characters, like pony pails and cupcake puppy, known to be created by Bret Shotocon And Toby Fox as Emoji System Members together. Yes cliques i hear you. Thats Nutavgaism the econcept o fliterature as toby fox. and the promidoal forc of FUN as BRET. Because as well all been known my sillly mutliple personatliies delusionally identify as primodial forces. Anyways enough spiritualiy! But yes ecats cater to that too! They are supsoed to be grimdark cyberpunk ocs and designs in big bulgie heads by generations and series like my little pony. and Cupcake Puppy. SERIES 1: is GORGANS LEESTANCE the literary concept for all of new year neverland. generations 1 is Cyberntics on mars/aldea in fictional media depictions of aclon harta. The marsian from skybound acecnded and session grim media. as a version of rose elite on a far gone planet. Then its suposed to also be, gneration 2 as Cupcake Puppys Sluaghter, as each generation is meant to match jordans mindspcae and metnality.

Alice in WUGA LAND. is the first ever ecats story to premire that depicts htem as what spirits are.

and in general that links takes you towards ac reaion acount, and hten you make it and get to go.

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me and my headmates drawing ecats.

So yeah tehir meant to be what spirits are. Not how they presenet.

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Anyways yeah as croweley.

The rules and terms

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The end.

[ponybackcards]

Sand Digger watched the Baby Ponies fill their pails with sand and carry them to a sandcastle they were building. As Baby Bows passed by, she dropped her pail and spilled sand on Sand Digger! "Your hair is full of sand," said Baby Bows, trying to wipe it away. Smiling, Sand Digger shook her head, and the sand turned into drops of water, then the wet strands changed color when the sun shone on them! "Color our hair, too!" laughed the Baby Ponies, bringing pails of sand to Sand Digger!

[conradscrime]

The Devil’s Footprints

October 04, 2021

What’s known as the Devil’s Footprints was a phenomenon that happened during February of 1855 around the Exe Estuary in East and South Devon, England. 

One night after a heavy snowfall, trails of hoof-like footprints appeared in the snow overnight and covered a distance of around 40 to 100 miles. Religious leaders had never seen anything like the footprints before, and with no further explanation believed that these were the footprints of Satan. While many believe there are plausible explanations for these footprints, some still like to say the Devil walked around England for a couple nights. 

On the night of February 8 going into February 9, 1855, and one or two nights after that, these mysterious footprints appeared that were about 4 inches long, 3 inches across, and between 8 to 16 inches apart, mostly walking in a single file. These footprints were reported in over 30 locations across Devon and a couple locations in Dorset. 

The footprints appeared to have walked straight across houses, rivers, haystacks and other objects. They had first appeared on the tops of snow-covered roofs and high walls, as well as leading up to drain pipes. 

On May 26, 1855, an issue of Bell’s Life in Sydney published in the Miscellaneous Extracts column dated February 18 talked about the footprints. It reads as follows: 

“It appears on Thursday night last, there was a very heavy snowfall in the neighbourhood of Exeter and the South of Devon. On the following morning the inhabitants of the above towns were surprised at discovering the footmarks of some strange and mysterious animal endowed with the power of ubiquity, as the footprints were to be seen in all kinds of unaccountable places – on the tops of houses and narrow walls, in gardens and court-yards, enclosed by high walls and pailings, as well in open fields."

"The superstitious go so far as to believe that they are the marks of Satan himself; and that great excitement has been produced among all classes may be judged from the fact that the subject has been descanted on from the pulpit."

"The impressions of the foot closely resembled that of a donkey's shoe, and measured from an inch and a half to (in some instances) two and a half inches across. Here and there it appeared as if cloven, but in the generality of the steps the shoe was continuous, and, from the snow in the centre remaining entire, merely showing the outer crest of the foot, it must have been concave."

Though there are many theories that these footprints are those of the Devil himself, there is no real direct evidence to prove anything. The only known documents of this phenomena were found in 1950 when article had asked for further information about the event. 

A noted researcher named Mike Dash collected all the available primary and secondary source material on the subject and wrote a paper on it titled “The Devil’s Hoofmarks: Source Material on the Great Devon Mystery of 1855″ and was published in 1994. 

Many investigators are skeptical that the footprints had actually walked as far as they had, because nothing would have been able to follow that entire course of more than 100 miles in just one day. Also the eye-witness descriptions of what the footprints looked like had varied from person to person. 

Researcher Mike Dash himself believes the prints were made from multiple sources, including donkeys and ponies, wood mice and some even being hoaxes themselves. Dash admitted that these did not explain all the reported marks, which is why it is still a mystery today. 

An author named Geoffrey Household suggested that “an experimental balloon” was released by mistake from the Devonport Dockyard and had left the tracks trailing two shackles on the end of its mooring ropes. He claimed his source to be a local man named Major Carter, whose grandfather had worked at the dockyard at the time. Carter said that the event had been quieted because the balloon had wrecked a number of greenhouses, windows and conservatories. Some skeptics questioned this balloon theory, wondering how a balloon could travel at such a random zigzag course without getting caught in a tree or other object. 

Rev. G. M. Musgrave wrote a letter to the Illustrated London News in 1855, that it was reported of some kangaroos escaped from a private menagerie, though no one was sure if the kangaroos had escaped, nor how they could have crossed the Exe estuary. Supposedly, Musgrave himself said that he invented the story to distract others from the concerns of the Devil. 

A man named Richard Owen believed that the footprints were from a badger, claiming that it was the only “plantigrade quadruped” on the island and that it leaves a very large footprint. 

These prints have shown up at other times in history, in other places in the world, though the footprints have not walked on a path as long as it did in Devon. Supposedly, 15 years earlier there was a report of an unknown animal tracks in Scotland. The print was the same, but the sole seemed to be a little longer or not so round, and from the depth to which the print was in the snow it seemed that whatever creature made the mark was pretty large in size. It also appears that the walk of the creature is almost a limp, instead of how most quadrupeds walk. It was reported that the creature walked at least 12 miles. 

In the Illustrated London news on March 17, 1855, a correspondent from Heidelberg wrote that there had been similar tracks seen in the snow every year on what is known as Sand Hill which is small elevation on the border of Galicia in Congress Poland. These tracks are said to be attributed by supernatural influences according to Heidelberg. 

On the night of March 12, 2009, similar marks were made and during 2013 it was reported that there was similar marks but they were believed to be an April Fool’s hoax in Girvan, Scotland. 

To this day, the footprints are from an unknown creature or person and will probably remain a mystery. 

[ace-does-stuff]

I still chuckle to myself whenever a movies animation pails in comparison to My Little Pony: The Movie

[everosfics]

Day 13: Trapped

@daminette-december2019-2020

A/N: It’s not the best but its something. 

Aria was 7 years old when her Marinette was finally comfortable leaving her with a sitter that wasn’t a relative, so on Marinette and Damian’s 8th anniversary they left aria with a sitter. Arias sitter Angela  decided to take her to the park they spent all day in the sun having fun and it wasn’t until night time that things began to take a turn for the worse, you see Angela was a bit forgetful and she had forgotten to lock the door when she had gotten back to her apartment with Aria. Well she went to put aria down for bed and that’s when the gas bomb was rolled in through the front door. 

It wasn’t till about two hours later that Angela was roused from her sleep. She was awoken by two very mad parents, you see Damian hadn’t been ready to leave Aria with a sitter just yet but the entirety of the bat clan was busy today, so he agreed with Marinette and took Aria to a sitters house. After being questioned by the parents Angela was sent to her room to sleep of what was left of the gas. As Damian called his family members Marinette went outside to call her team, they may have all been adults at this point but Marinette knew she could count on them to help her search for Aria. 

As everyone was arriving by portal or from within the city they were being sent off to search different possible locations. 

•••

In an abandoned warehouse about 10 miles outside of Gotham, Aria was waking up to see a pail man with green hair staring down at her. 

“Joker” said aria as she made eye contact with the clown.

“Little Wayne” replied the Joker 

You see aria wasn’t scared she always knew something like this would happen her great aunt Harley had told her about the joker a no good bastard who thought he could control Gotham. And though she was only 7 her parents had taught her a few things but her grandmothers and aunts had taught her so much more. 

She knew the joker hated crying and that he would much rather prefer screaming or laughing so that’s exactly what Aria did she began to ball her eyes out and got the joker to untie her. All it took was a small twist and Aria had sent her location to her family. 

•••

“Ladybug” came a voice in Marinette’s ear as she swung towards the riddlers usual hide out. 

“Yes she responded

“We have her location” came Kagami’s reply    

“Where”

North about 10 miles outside of Gotham.” Was her response but Marinette was already on her way.

•••

Back in the warehouse Aria had already dealt with the joker and was sitting on top of him, she looked down and said “Yes, Auntie Barbra was right always go for the legs, and so was auntie Chloe the best place to keep a weapon is in your pony tale.”

All little Aria got as a response was a grunt from the joker as she swung her legs back and forth repeatedly kicking him in the ribs. 

About 10 seconds later Ladybug came swinging in only to stop short as she saw that her seven year old daughter had successfully trapped the Joker. 

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