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Lost the last one to another bateman raid. Let's try not to let that happen again.
Fic Index and Dropbox Archive:
Globebutt Writer 2012-09-21 17:52:57 No.4604982
Link to current thread updated in index.
And you can take out the Bateman bit; I think the last one got pushed off the end by "season three release date announcement date" threads. Or deleted by a janitor or something.
Anonymous 2012-09-21 17:58:25 No.4605032
Zephyr, Sickspirit, Yawf, Lyranon, why have you forsaken us?
Oh I see. Is there a way to edit 4chan posts? i wasn't aware there was one.
Oh well it doesn't really matter WHAT caused it I guess.
they'll be back eventually
Anonymous 2012-09-21 18:30:34 No.4605473
Aww...this sounded like it would have been a fun thread.
Any other links?
Anonymous 2012-09-21 18:48:10 No.4605698
dont know about links, but i just threw on my headphones and started to write up a story for the thread
Anonymous 2012-09-21 18:53:51 No.4605765
Our selection of content is relatively small as we haven't been doing this for very long, but there's stuff in the fic index and old threads to suit anyone's tastes.
If you're not sure where to start just tell us what interests you and reccomendations will follow.
mckinnley 2012-09-21 18:54:11 No.4605767
This is a general writers thread. It's been going since June I believe. As soon as the previous one 404's a new one gets created.
Here anyone who wants to write can contribute their stuff to it for everyone to read. There are quite a few good stories to be read through if you look through the dropbox archive linked in the first post. A lot of them are ongoing/not complete so when the writers have time to put more into it they come here and post what they have.
New writers are always welcome. Start putting a name in the name field so that we can follow your updates and get something like a pastebin so we can all read through that once this thread 404's.
Globebutt will add your pastebin to the dropbox archive for you.
Can't wait to see what you come up with!
Anonymous 2012-09-21 19:06:46 No.4605918
It's a bad time for fanfiction. Nobody here or on fimfiction or anywhere else has been updating.
PlushieLyranon 2012-09-21 19:16:23 No.4606002
Anonymous 2012-09-21 19:18:35 No.4606020
Oh shit. Are you for real?
Gentle 2012-09-21 19:21:09 No.4606047
hoping i can fix that, just writing a small story right now which ill update soon
PlushieLyranon 2012-09-21 19:23:41 No.4606077
I need someone to enlighten me; do people really only mention me on TF Generals at just the right time to ensure the thread is on the front page on the rare occasion that I take time out of my hectic schedule to briefly browse /mlp/ in a bored and apathetic manner, or am I just a lot more popular and frequently-mentioned than I had any suspicion of?
And on that note, let me go check where I left off...
Anonymous 2012-09-21 19:32:20 No.4606182
YES. You're quite popular, but it really does seem like fate smiles on us when someone begs for your return.
mckinnley 2012-09-21 19:32:31 No.4606184
it's a conspiracy
PlushieLyranon 2012-09-21 19:32:52 No.4606189
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Alrighty then, you sick, sick submission-fetishist plushiphiles. Plushaphiles? Plusho... Whatever.
Last time on Plushie Lyra Adventure, you tried servicing your master to make up for breaking the toaster, and maybe earning yourself bacon. After having your plushie throat fucked like the glorified cumsleeve you are, you were left baconless, but otherwise satisfied and ingratiated with your master, who we still have not bothered to name.
I am going to get started writing. I'll try writing a bit longer, so hopefully we can get a series of quicker posts. Any requests for events and encounters can and should be posted, so I can incorporate them.
PlushieLyranon 2012-09-21 19:37:49 No.4606246
... Did I have three hundred or four hundred pastebin hits last time I was here?
Because if it was the former, I have had another one hundred perverts seeking my unique brand of debauchery since then. How flattering.
Anonymous 2012-09-21 19:40:13 No.4606280
i request more content that makes me harder than a god damn diamond
PlushieLyranon 2012-09-21 19:48:33 No.4606412
You lie there awkwardly for a couple of minutes, basking in the afterglow. Eventually, your Master stops stroking your mane, and scooches his chair back, zipping up his pajamas and standing up and walking off. You lie on the tile floor on your belly, still under the table, and dazedly gaze off ahead of you. You're like that for some time, vaguely aware of your Master getting dressed in a shirt and tie, gathering some things in a suitcase, and cheerily shouting something at you before leaving the apartment with the click of a locked door. Eventually, your tummy grows too cold from the tile, and you sluggishly force yourself to your feet. At first you relocate yourself to the sofa, climbing atop it with some effort and wriggling of the legs, but you find yourself fully awake now, and not content to doze the day away. Come to think of it, if Master said when you could expect him back, you were far too zoned out to hear.
You look around thoughtfully and rub your muzzle with your stump-like hoof. In doing so, you realise just how much cum has dried into your face and mane. You could probably find a way to get clean, if you wanted. Or you could just look for something fun to do in the apartment. Come to think of it, the thought of exploring beyond the boundaries of the apartment excites you, for reasons you're not immediately aware of.
>You see what I did there? I left it open for reader input. Aren't I a kind and considerate writefag?
Anonymous 2012-09-21 19:55:31 No.4606494
Maybe learn more about our master? Or, by now he must have figured out how adorably brain-addled we are. In his place, I'd probably start messing with us for kicks, like getting a cat to chase a laser pointer.
Anonymous 2012-09-21 20:01:47 No.4606581
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Anonymous 2012-09-21 20:04:33 No.4606614
yes, learn more, like check under his bed for hidden treasures of pron!
PlushieLyranon 2012-09-21 20:09:28 No.4606681
Eventually deciding that it is important to prioritise, you decide to endeavour to find a means of cleaning these cum stains out of your fabric. After all, you want to be soft, clean and fresh for the next time Master comes... Home. Dropping down from the sofa with the swiftness of a cat and only a fraction of the grace, you start trotting merrily in the search for somewhere you can wash yourself. You're vaguely aware that humans like your Master wash their bodies in large, relaxing containers called baths- but that hardly seems appropriate, seeing as you're just a little pony toy, and nowhere near as big as a human like Master. You consider the merits of employing the kitchen sink for this purpose, but decide it would be far too cumbersome, and you might make a mess.
You prowl around the apartment looking for an alternative, passing many interesting rooms full of things you don't understand (most of them very big), and almost give up... But then you notice a wooden door you had overlooked up to now. Thankfully, like most of the doors in the apartment, this one opens when you push against it with all your strength for a few moments with one side of your body.
Globebutt Writer 2012-09-21 20:10:55 No.4606701
>Oh I see. Is there a way to edit 4chan posts?
Not apart from deletion, as far as I'm aware. But I meant in the future; I've added stuff to OPs I kind of intend not to carry over to new ones more than once; small comments of no real consequence.
People ask where writefags are all the time. You're just the only one who seems to stumble across the TFGs when we call.
Tech? Are you out there? Hello?
>It's been going since June I believe.
Second thread (>>2690641) was posted after the the original (>>2633725) mysteriously stopped loading even as it still displayed on the index. That much, you ought to be able to pick up from the archives saved to a dropbox linked in the index. The archive that 4chanx automatically redirects links to has been mirroring old threads since about the 5th iteration (>>3813245), if you'd like to follow the backlinks in the OPs, for some reason.
All I can say is traffic's always up when a new thread comes out, for some reason. Maybe people get scared of long threads, but enjoy checking out "fresh, new" generals they haven't seen before? Anyone's guess is as good as mine.
Shit, I gotta type faster so I can hurry up and read.
PlushieLyranon 2012-09-21 20:11:03 No.4606705
Apologies. Waited a few minutes, but then started writing. This is next on the agenda.
If you have any deepset requests pertaining to the identity, occupation etc of our beloved Master (WE LOVE YOU!), feel free to contribute.
mckinnley 2012-09-21 20:18:42 No.4606817
oh god... don't tell me she's going to the toilet...
Castor Troy 2012-09-21 20:19:59 No.4606832
Damn that's hot.
PlushieLyranon 2012-09-21 20:22:58 No.4606867
>I hadn't thought of that, but I think that would have been a stretch even for our ditzy heroine.
This room is hardly as well-lit and decorated as the rest of the apartment (that you have seen). In fact, you're taken aback by it's chilly concrete floor, poor lighting, and decaying wall panels. Barely the same size of the bathroom, this room is dominated by a large empty plastic basket, some apparently unwanted cardboard boxes, and a large, sleek white machine of similar proportions to a single unit of the kitchen counters, you notice. Approaching with wariness, treading lightly both in caution and due to the cold floor, you stand in front of the contraption and tilt your head inquisitively. Trying to climb atop it, you pounce and try to hook your forehoofs over the top, but find no grip on the plastic surface, and fall back to the floor on your back, bouncing into a pile of boxes that (mercifully) don't topple, but do rain a thin coating of dust and cobwebs down upon you. You rise to your hoofs, groaning plaintively, and try to shake the grime loose- but only succeed in generating a cloud of dust which makes you wrinkle your muzzle in discomfort, and let loose a loud, involuntary snorting noise which startles you.
PlushieLyranon 2012-09-21 20:46:15 No.4607145
>Sorry about the delay, but it couldn't be avoided.
>I fancied a cup of tea. So I had to go and make myself a cup of tea.
You sniff a few times, trying to get the particles out of your system (apparently you have a system?), and in the meantime your feeble pony mind tries to grapple with the issue. In a few moments, a flash of brilliance strikes you, and you approach the plastic basket. Grasping the rim in your mouth, you drag it to one side of the machine, and flip it over. After a couple of minutes where you're shocked and dismayed by suddenly finding yourself trapped beneath it, like a tiny cage (SO DARK), you calm yourself long enough to lift up one side and crawl to freedom (rubbing more dirt into your belly, much to your disdain).
Soon enough, however, you've climbed first onto the overturned basket, and then onto the mysterious machine. Here, you can see some odd buttons with symbols on them (inluding one big button, which you imagine is responsible for activating the contraption). Of more interest to you, however, is the large, circular groove which seems to you to denote some kind of lid that should come away and reveal what it beneath. With some experimental button-pushing, you succeed in eliciting some intriguing beeping noises, and eventually the lid flips open, revealing the conceiled compartment beneath.
Anonymous 2012-09-21 21:04:28 No.4607394
>Get in the washing machine like a good little plushie
PlushieLyranon 2012-09-21 21:04:55 No.4607399
As you look down into what appears to be a glittering metallic bowl with little holes arranged in orderly patterns, with one screw-shaped protrusion rising up from the center, you have a crystal-clear moment of understanding.
"This is where the soft things like me go when we need to be cleaned!"
You hold in your giddy enthusiasm and carefully lower yourself, flank first, into the opening. Still hanging on with a foreleg, you hit the big button with the green symbol on it, and let go, falling a short way into the machine's bowels, nestled between the metallic surface of the bowl and the twisty plastic thing in the center.
You're aware of an ominous rumbling, coming from all around, and a gentle wirring as the lid slowly slides back into place. You look up, eyes wide with sudden fear, as the dim light of the small room outside is cut off, leaving you with only the choking blackness of the even smaller room inside. But, on some level, you knew this was going to happen, right?
So why are you so goddamned scared?
And as you feel yourself being tossed onto one side by a sudden spurt of movement by the machine's guts, and you are suddenly shot by countless unseen streams of water, pounding into you from all directions and soaking you with the tormentatively chilled moisture which even now is creeping up past your flank, your neck, your face, pulling you away in an unseen torrent of rapids leading fucking nowhere. The noise is almost deafening now, and in the sensory overload of pandemonium, your panicked consciousness is overwhelmed with thoughts that chill you far more than the water ever could.
It's cold, shifting and dark. You want out. You need to get out. You need to get back.
This isn't you.
Anonymous 2012-09-21 21:06:17 No.4607415
Jesus fucking Christ. I've actually got chills.
Zephyr Writefag 2012-09-21 21:13:06 No.4607518
I'll be doing some serious writing this weekend. Maybe not tonight, but I've got big plans for my story.
When we need you most, you arrive with awesome content. You are the hero TF General deserves. F5'ing like the fist of an angry god.
Anonymous 2012-09-21 21:19:04 No.4607601
But as suddenly as the alien clarity arrived, it is gone, leaving only the blind terror and utter confusion. Twisted and contorted, pulled and dragged by the unseen but omnipresent currents, you feel as though your very soul might be jerked away from you if you dare loosen your grip on it. So you shut your eyes with all your strength, try to shut everything out, and try to concentrate on your happiest memories.
But all you find is confusion, lust and fear. There is nothing else.
You don't know how long this goes on for. As far as you are concerned, it lasts forever. At some indistinguishable point between eternities, the chilling water was substituted for howling winds, and a sickening rocking motion which fills you with nausea, and leaves you trying vainly to wretch from the stomach your body somehow thinks should be there, if only to distract you from the dizzying lack of direction.
And then, it's over. You cling to the silence and stability, as though it may depart again in some new hell, but it never leaves. You lie in the dark for some time, reassembling yourself and amassing the will to move your own body, rather than leave it to the whims of forces unseen. With time, you find it, and try to crawl upward. Finding 'up' proves more difficult than you anticipated, and there's a sick moment where you realise you're desperately trying to push loose the bottom of the bowel. But eventually you find a new, smooth plastic surface which you swipe desperately at until finally, light breaks through. Beautiful, beautiful light.
Anonymous 2012-09-21 21:30:15 No.4607748
You don't remember exactly what came next, but the next time you are aware of yourself, you are lying on one side, facing a towering glass screen door through which a balcony, and beyond it, the midday sun hanging in the sky just beyond a layer of glass. Your soft, stumpy hooves are lying on the floor in front of your face, still shaking subtly but clean, and lightly fragranced.
You don't remember exactly what happened to you in the contraption, but you do know two things now.
First, the next time you see your Master, you're going to hug him. You want to grab on, and never let go again.
Second, you never want to go into the washing machine again. There is something far worse than darkness and cold water that will find you there.
You watch the sun for some time. Something nags in the back of your mind saying you shouldn't be looking straight at it the way you are, but nothing seems to be wrong with doing it. Eventually, in the warm caress of the filtered sunlight and amidst the twittering of distant birds just beyond your reach, you sink into the embrace of a dreamless sleep. Some time after that, you stop shaking.
>This seems a nice place to leave it for the time being, but I know this was a shorter session than normal.
>If enough people are reading, I'll keep going.
PlushieLyranon 2012-09-21 21:37:35 No.4607886
Not even sure how it happened that time. I wasn't even posting on another thread.
Oh, Zephyr. Your kindly words are like shots of soothing heroin. You are far too generous.
If I'm the hero TF General deserves, I'm the kind of hero who lets thousands of people suffer while he spends most of the episode brooding inanely about whether he's a hero at all, and whether the world would be better off without Plushie Man. Then he swings back in the last five minutes to save the day, at which point everyone acts very grateful, as though he hadn't just spent most of the episode selfishly letting people die because he couldn't deal with his issues.
Anonymous 2012-09-21 21:39:52 No.4607926
Horrible creeping crises of identity and existential anguish? In MY Pony Transformation General?
It's more likely than you think!
PlushieLyranon 2012-09-21 22:18:23 No.4608519
I added a tiny adult warning paragraph to the beginning of my pastebin, and made the entire page public, which is something I have meant to do for a while now.
Also, if nobody is posting with suggestions and statements that they are indeed waiting for a new post with baited breath, that's my cue to slip out unnoticed. Toodles!
Anonymous 2012-09-21 22:21:04 No.4608558
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but... I did make a request!
pic related. this was just about the hottest shit i've read on 4chan thus far.
can you top it?
Anonymous 2012-09-21 22:21:49 No.4608571
Come back soon, though!
PlushieLyranon 2012-09-21 22:25:39 No.4608629
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Rifling through our beloved Master's (WE LOVE YOU!) things will be the first thing that happens the next time I start writing.
At current, however, it's late and I'm tired (and more importantly, lazy). And I seem to have only one faithful reader in the thread. Another day, another crop(tool) of posters perhaps.
Thanks for your support, but my head hurts from writing too hard I think.
Gentle 2012-09-21 22:26:28 No.4608638
i have the first three parts of my story written up, if anyone wants ill throw it up early
mckinnley 2012-09-21 22:27:01 No.4608643
go for it
Anonymous 2012-09-21 22:27:49 No.4608658
Do it! But not all at once. Feed it to us slowly, in chunks.
mckinnley 2012-09-21 22:29:23 No.4608680
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>MFW I'm the one who wrote that
Gentle 2012-09-21 22:29:23 No.4608681
allright, first post incoming:
You glance around the room, looking frantically for any sign of that... that woman... the one who had cause all of this to happen to you. looking from behind the door of the bedroom, you take slow, clumsy steps forward while repeating "left hoof.... now right.." the words slowly burning into your mind like a horrible nightmare. you keep glancing around, listening intently for any sign that she chould have heard the sound of your hooves moving across the hardwood floor, a decorative feature you once loved, now being the potential knife to the back in your escape plan.
"I need to hurry, as soon as I get out I'm.... I need to find help..." you mutter, still moving steadily towards the door, cringing at every sound your hoof made on the floor. painstakingly, you make it to the door and look up at the door handle, your brain slowly ticking through the situation that had presented itself. realising the hoofs you had were not going to be effective for escaping your apartment, you slowly tear up, realising that your own safe haven had turned into your own hell, all because of that... that unassuming, quiet woman you had met earlier.
Anonymous 2012-09-21 22:29:48 No.4608686
Character limits dictate that he is incapable of feeding it to us all at once, anyway.
Gentle 2012-09-21 22:30:44 No.4608701
tis why ill post it in small chuncks
Anonymous 2012-09-21 22:30:57 No.4608705
"Within minutes of each other" still counts as "all at once". I meant "strung out over a couple of hours or something".
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