Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #67, 68, 69!Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #67, 68, 69!1 year ago in Editorial
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#67) Is clopping bad? I've done it before and I don't really understand why other bronies find it disgusting. Maybe it's just me. >.<
Answer: With the amount of clopping questions I receive with this column, it's hardly a wonder why a lot of people think that bronies are sexual deviants. Now, in terms of your question itself, the fact that you don't see why other people might find it disgusting is worrying, because you're admitting to not being able to contemplate why people would think it odd to masturbate to cartoon animals.
To be honest, to apply a label of 'bad' on clopping is a big generalisation, as it all comes down to opinion. It is my opinion that, while masturbating to ponies in itself isn't a problem, the content itself is bad, insofar as that shit seems to be everywhere. What's worse than being into it, though, is being proud of it. It's one thing to masturbate to ponies if that's what turns you on, there's no point in holding back on it just because
Selachimorpha da SpazioSelachimorpha da Spazio4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
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Captain Broahm hadn't been asleep nearly long enough when he was dumped unceremoniously from his bunk onto the floor. Cursing, he'd barely gotten his bearings before the ship righted itself, tossing him backwards into the bulkhead, sending a blinding flash of lightning through his already aching head.
His left eye clouded, and he wiped at the blood that was pooling there from a fresh gash on his forehead.
"Bugger," he grumbled, pulling himself upright with help from the cargo nets lining the sleeping quarters.
Staggering out of the still swaying cabin into the hallway, he climbed the ladder onto the bridge and found the first officer white knuckled at the wheel. Half the instrument lights were out or flickering and several of the windows were missing, broken glass scattered across the console and onto the floor.
"Grady, what the hell was that? You hit something?"
The startled first officer turned and stammered "Plane, I think, hit us. It's out there in the water." He pointed out the ba
Of Custom Stories and SurprisesOf Custom Stories and Surprises1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters
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I was always there, always waiting.
Waiting for him.
Waiting for him to find me. Whether he was running and screaming, or calmly looting around the room. He would always find me; even if it took a while. He would come by, shout my name in excitement, and pick me up.
I remember how he found me, gave me a name, a purpose, and fans of my own. I waited for him. Always waited to guide him through corridors and fight the Bros. But one day, he never came by where I was waiting. I began to worry, but merely blamed his short attention span. I waited.
But still he never came. Never came to shout my name, pick me up, and let me guide him. I sat there thinking of reasons why he wouldn't come; he could be busy, or too scared to play. Maybe he just got bored with Amnesia. I dismissed all these possibilities' and continued to wait. One day as I waited, I was teleported to a different Custom Story. I was facing the door, lantern and oil by my side.
Not long after I was teleported, he dropp
untitled part threeuntitled part three2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
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I don't remember even going to sleep; I thought to myself, come to think of it, I don't remember even coming home. I closed my eyes tight and tired to rack my brain. Come on, where was I last? Something clicked, and then I was there. It was like watching a movie, I could feel the wind, the bike handle bars, and I could even feel my heart beating.
I watched as I waved goodbye, to my friends as they got into the car. They shouted something to me, but I couldn't understand. I turned back around, and started moving on my bike. The sunshine blaring in my eyes. I squinted, trying to see in front of me. Someone yelled watch out, and a dog came running towards me. I felt the bike bump, as it turned off the curb. I heard barking, as I fell onto the cement. I looked up, hearing a car horn.
I opened my eyes. No, I can't be dead. I looked around suddenly noticing crew members cleaning the street. I'm here; I can feel the wind, I'm breathing. I took a deep breath. I must be dreaming, I have to be d