>>17971408 Listen, I know many would find this insulting saying something like "I'm not a charity case" or what have you but this really is painful to watch. At very least let me buy you some groceries for the week./
>Strolling through the park, you stumble upon a pony in a box. "Why are you in that box?" >"Because I'm sick and poor, sir. This is my home." >You frown then, watching her stare dejectedly into a puddle from the storm that was just beginning to pass. >"Did you... Want to make a purchase?" "Are you propositioning me?" >She looks back up to you, bewilderment in her eyes. >"Y-yes?" >You shake your head gently and give her a disappointed 'tsk, tsk, tsk.' before kicking her sign over. >The cardboard hastily absorbs the puddle she'd been staring into, hopelessly smearing the ink >She doesn't react beyond a small whimper and a little scoot further into her box as you walk away.
>You slowly open your eyes >The passing wind and smell of the morning dew wakes you up from your slumber >With last nights storm you didn't think you'd get any sleep at all >Thankfully you did, today is going to be...different to say the least. >You look down, on the slightly damp folded cardboard you used to sleep on >'5 bits - hoofjob 10 bits - fulltime 20 bits - anything' >you can't believe you've been reduced to this >It seems like only yesterday that you had everything you could ever want, the life you always dreamed >You feel tears well up in your eyes, as you stare at the piece of cardboard. >You feel you arms grow slightly weak and you chest knots up. >But you suck it up >You place the sign up, and lay in your makeshift cardboard box staring at the ground, thinking
>You sit there, staring at the newly formed puddles of the storm >Your vision fades as you become lost in thought >You think of all the things that could happen, this would be the last >You think of your old abode, the place you called home
>"Wake up Anon!" >You hear that familiar voice you loved so dearly yelp >"What's the rush? I don't have to work today..." you say, stretching your limbs and writhing in your bed waking yourself up >"Come downstairs, I have a surprise for you!" Your wife yelps eagerly, as she excitedly hops over to the door, as if to lead the way >You follow, still a little stiff from waking up so fast. >You follow her downstairs into the living room. >Your eyes open wide, and you cannot believe what sits before your eyes. >"Take a good look sweetie" She she said excitedly >You are at a loss for words. >Before you lay a cradle, a filly lay in it, asleep sucking of her pacifier >"I..I... I don't now what to say!" You sputter as a huge stupid smile comes across your face >"The adoption center called this morning and said that we were cleared to adopt, and it's the same girl we wanted as well!" >I..I can see that!" you say as your smile becomes stupidly bigger. >"She's beautiful isn't she?" your wife says, laying her head on your shoulders. >"Incredibly so" You say, embracing her in your arms
>You're jolted back from your daydreaming >Somepony is standing, looking at the sign. >She almost seems to ignore your existence >You move around in your spot a little bit to get a bit more comfortable, as your legs are falling asleep. >She hears you and turns around >"Do anything cheap for mares, or do you not roll that way?" She asks >"I suppose so. I could play around with you or eat you out if you would like." You say with a slightly mellow tone >"Yeah, that sounds nice, how much, 5?" She asks. >"Yeah, 5 bits will..." You stop yourself. >Your thoughts go back to your wife >You can feel the tears coming back, you try to hold them back at all costs, you need the bits. >"On second though...no" You sputter, as tears find their way down your cheeks. >"What seems to be the matter?" >"N-nothing. Just go" You spew at her >"Pfft, if you insist" She says, turning around, stomping hard in the puddle to try and splash water on you. >Good thing you crawled more into your makeshift house, otherwise you would have gotten soaked. >You lay on the ground, defeated by nobody but yourself. >You wish you had the strength to do it to help yourself but you can't. >The thought of betraying your wife, even if she isn't next to you any more, is enough to make you want to throw up. >You manage to calm your breathing, and wipe the tears from your eyes. >Your thoughts immediately go back to the life you had before. >The life you had.
It's funny that you people can be all white knight on an imageboard but in real life you would never even think of helping them any more than giving them a few bucks if you're in a good mood.
You all have passed dozens of these poor souls already and never thought twice about bringing them out of their desperation. Hell, if you saw someone actually helping a homeless guy, most of you would expect them to get mugged or have the guy spend it all on drugs anyway.
You can feel good pretending that you're going to become a model citizen when you eventually get magically teleported to an imaginary world, but just remember that who you are here wouldn't change. If you neglect people here there's absolutely no reason why you'd care for ponies there.
But yeah...help out the imaginary horse homeless, and imagine living in a world where you aren't either afraid of them or you think they deserve to be there.
>>17972158 I'm the opposite, I regularly give money to homeless people that isn't just change left over from my lunch, but I'm cringing at everyone in this thread, especially the person who said they'd help the pony and not the human.
>>17972158 Actually, whenever I see truly homeless people, I always go out of my way to help. I also volunteer at soup kitchens and such. I enjoy a good life; why should I not give some of what I have for those that don't? It's not like it's hurting me in anyway, and I could easily have been in the same situation as they...
>>17972158 That's where you're wrong, anon. I'm not going to lie and say I help the homeless, but humans are different from ponies. Ponies won't mug you, or stab you in the back for the shirt off your back. They are innately good in nature.
Humans are another story. We can't trust one another. Should the chance arise that we arrive in Equestria (which we won't), I bet nearly every anon here would become the model citizens within their every power.
I've done my time homeless and helping out other homeless folks. It was my own fault and trying to grab my self up by the boot straps was the hardest thing. Now instead of a drug problem I have a drinking problem but a cat and home to take care of now. Also soup kitchens can make the best food sometimes.
>>17972202 >be on the pony board >surprised that in the theoretical thread about make believe ponies, someone would pick the make believe pony that according to the show is better than a human in nearly every way imaginable >being this new
>>17972158 The funniest part about this is that you seem to be trying to imply that you would help the homeless. People like you are the worst when it comes to moralfaggotry. Practice what you fucking preach as opposed to complaining on an image bored dedicated to pastel coloured equines.
>>17972280 If ponies were what you say they are, then no one would've let that mare get to where she is in the first place, she could've just gone anywhere and said "Hey, I'm homeless, I need a job", and she'll be hired in seconds
>>17972158 I see no reason not to give food to homeless people and have done so multiple times. Money is a different matter because I live in an area where jobs are readily available and a lot of people with "please give money" signs have been confirmed to be spending it on alcohol. Generosity is good. Intelligence is also good. If someone has a sign asking for money to buy food, gasoline, or a ride home, offer to provide that service yourself. Buy the food and gas, drive them wherever they need to go. If they decline that assistance, it's not wrong to decide against giving them cash.
That said, I'm currently unemployed and can't afford to spend much on anything, let alone give it away.
>>17972336 >saying that a universe that is so different from ours that one of its members can live forever, and raise the sun via will, would be exactly the same socially as ours >despite not seeing any homeless pone in the show
>She looks up at me "We all have to have bad days once and a while" >"But this has been my life for years! I am poor and hungry and no home!" >I look at her, she is crying >"And this "job" i have is the only thing i can do to survive" >i look at the tree close to her "Say that is a happy little tree there" >She looks out and sees it >"More happy than i will ever be" "No that isnt true, you can be happy. Come here." >I grab my bag i had and bring out some brushes and a easel with a canvas >"Painting? But im not good at painting" >I look over to her and smile "I will teach you, there is a small easel and canvas in that bag, we can share the paints" >She sets it up and prepares to listen
>Be Anonymous >Having a good day in the park with... No one >It wasn't really a good day >It was pretty shitty actually >You'd just been diagnosed with maximum autism >You only played Minecraft once >It only takes once >Walking down the dirt path you spy a box >The little autist inside you wants to go live in the box forever and be edgy >You resist these urges to the best of your abilities >You still approach the box, and the peculiar sign next to it >You are too busy reading the sign that you do not notice the little occupying the box >You finally notice the little pony in the box >You look at her, she cowers deeper into the box >You stare at her and scream "GIBBY PONY PLEES!" >She begins crying and pushes a cup of bits towards you >"Please! Take the bits! Just don't hurt me! It's all I have!" >Your autism got in the way of you understanding what she said, bit you knew a money when you see it >You take the cup and empty it into your pocket >Squat down and spew diarrhea all over the ground in front of her box, wipe with your hands, both of them >Shake your hands off, spattering shit everywhere >Waddle home, leaking shit and spaghetti everywhere, leaving the box pony crying quietly in her box "BAAAAIIII POOOONIIII!!" >"Please... Leave me alone..."
>You shuffle around in your bed, you hear the thudding of footsteps, and the weeping of a slightly upset baby. >"Honeyy!" You hear your wife call, "Where did you last put little Sapphire's bottle? I can;t find it!" >"On the counter, next to the knife rack!" You yell back, in your half-sleep state. >You decide you may as well wake up seeing as you most likely won't drift back asleep. >A big "Thanks!" pierces your eardrums and forces you to wake up. >You had to leave for work in about an hour, might as well get ready early and spend a little time with little Sapphire. >You shower and put on your work uniform. >The blue jacket you wore always made you fel important, even though you weren't much more than a pharmacists technician. >But you liked to feel good about yourself, as anyone does. >You walk downstairs with your uniform feeling clean from your shower. >Your wife is sitting on the couch, watching after Sapphire. >"You're early for work" She says >"Well not like i could help it" You say >"Hey I'm not the one who leaves bottle in the random spot where they don't belong" >"At least I can find then!" You playfully tease back, sitting on the couch with your wife >"Why are you up so early anyways?" >"Sapphire started crying because she was hungry, didn't you hear her? It was pretty loud" >"I'm a heavy sleeper, you know that" You say. >"This is true, If it weren't for me you would be late for work half of the time" She laughs. >"And that's why I married you!" You say, smooching her on the cheek, as she smooches you back >"Well, I might get some breakfast before work, so I'll head out now." >"Okay honey, don't work too hard now." >"No promises, I'm always a hard worker" You say with a wink. >Your wife laughs, "If you insist!"
I'm directing it at the people who look down on the homeless but write posts in these threads like >anon lets them stay at his place. look how grateful the pony is >anon is showering them in kindness. he's a real stud >the pone is blubbering in tears because of how righteous anon is >she decides to reward him with sex >but the good kind >everybody thought anon was wrong to trust her, but they all got showed up, son. >a real human bean
I think we should all support those down on their luck and try to rehabilitate those in deep shit, yeah. It's just amusing that people here are making theirselves feel self-righteous about helping people by creating a universe where all possible side effects are gone.
I'll be honest. I don't volunteer or donate as much as I should. It's good that I'm thinking more about it though. I should make myself do it more. I'm between jobs, actually filling out applications now, so I don't have much spare cash.
>>17971408 >"Oh hey Anon. The usual?" >The yellow pony looks up at you. >You're carrying 2 bags. >You toss her one of them, filled with bits, and unzip the other one. >"Anon, th-this is over a hundred b-bits." "You're worth it." >You say as you whip out a large sheet and pillow and lay it out on the grass. >She slowly stands up and places the pillow down. >"Are you sure?" >You lay face down, head to one side. "Yes. Now do it." >"O-okay..." >She puts a hoof on your back. >Then two. CRACK >Oh god, that was fantastic. "More." >Your back makes more audible cracks as she softly presses her hoofs into your back. >You never really knew what this girl did, but boy was she a good masseuse. >Someone this good, why the fuck was she living in a box? >Why the fuck was she forced to give other stallions special services? >And where the fuck did her mattress go? "Hey, what happened to the mattress I gave you last week?" >"Oh, I uh... traded them for a bale of-" "Traded?" >You sit up. >"Yeah... girl's gotta eat, you know?" >You shake your head in disapproval.
>>17972336 >Did you reword what he said. No, I simply stated that he's criticising the Anons in this thread for giving more fucks about a make-believe horse than they do about the real homeless, when he likely does fuck all for the real homeless himself.
I was homeless for eight years (happened due to my mental health issues which were preventing me from being able to work), and I constantly fucking hear these uppermiddleclass shitheads who haven't so much as flicked a penny at a homeless person criticising others for not doing so, and it just gets on my nerves.
If he actually gives a shit about the homeless, he should go and actually do something to help instead of posting about it on an online imageboard.
>>17972406 I'm just arguing against the people like >>17972280 say, "omg ponies are pure 10/10 would help" but then are edgy and probably would be the ones to kick homeless people. Seriously though, nobody's less edgy than >>17971916
>>17972429 >look how grateful the pony is >how righteous anon is >reward him with sex >they all got showed up
The people you quoted didn't say those things. You did. And if it's your instinct to assume the worst of people, why should we believe that you're so eager to assist the homeless yourself? Maybe you should back down a little on people who just wanted to do something decent because it made them feel good for once. Kindness doesn't work so well when you try to hunt down bad motives every time you see it.
>>17972537 I was just quoting him. He gives the usual spiel about how the homeless are just lazy bums that want money for booze and there is plenty of work everywhere. The next line, he admits that he's a lazy bum who is unemployed and sitting on 4chan.
>>17972367 >I begin to speak "Now the first thing we need to do is have a basic outline" >She starts to paint along with me >"Does it look good? >I look at her canvas and see a decent outline "Thats good, now we will fill in the basic colors" >We start and halfway through it she says >"Aw great, i mixed the green and brown together" >I look at it and see the mixed colors "Its ok, we dont make mistakes in painting, we only make happy accidents" >She turns back and mumbles somthing "My life has been a happy accident if you say it that way" >I hear it but i ignore that statement "You can cover up the brown with green later" >I go out and help her paint with each and every step >A hour later we finish >She looks at her tree and then at mine "I will never be as good as you..." >She slumps down and looks sad "Hey, its ok. I was horrible at this when i first started" >"I hardley believe that" >I go silent and sit by her "Do you want to talk while the paint is drying?" >She looks at me and says "Well i have nothing else to do"
>>17972500 I have never kicked a homeless person and I'm having a hard time believing, despite how prone we are to internet shenanigans, that anyone here is that much of a sadistic prick in real life.
For myself I've volunteered in soup kitchens and with Habitats for Humanity. I give $22 a month to sponsor an impoverished kid in the Philippines so he can eat and go to school instead of being put to work at age 12. I have on occasion, stupidly and naively, invited hobos sleeping on my stoop to come up and sleep on my couch (usually while staggering home drunk).
Miraculously I've never had anyone steal my shit or try to kill me in my sleep, though I did wind up with a pretty serious bedbug infestation for my trouble. Needless to say I own a hand steamer now.
That said it isn't nearly enough. Not nearly. I'm not affluent but the amount of money I've pissed away at the bar and on other frivolous things is shameful. But I've never kicked someone while they're down and I hope I never sink that low.
As for this thread, it's a fantasy like everything else on this board. It's escapism. Do you also stand outside movie theatres showing 12 Years a Slave shouting "WIPE THOSE TEARS AWAY YOU PHONY, YOU WOULD HAVE WHIPPED THOSE SLAVES HARDER THAN ANYONE"?
>>17971408 I'll give you 20 bits if you come and live under my roof, get a job and leave when you feel like you can start over You will owe me nothing, just promise me you will do the same if I ever need you After all, it says 20bits anything >"The brotherhood shall prevail!"
>>17972568 People can't be perfect. We can't help everyone. But even the more psychotic members of humanity (many of whom hang out on this website) can take a chance to do a little good when it comes by.
No wonder she's homeless. She's priced herself out of the market. What we need to do is lower the minimum wage in Equestria, so that we can return to the glory days of full employment in the coal mines.
>>17972636 I did say that giving homeless people food is often a good idea (though I do indeed live in a house). The job market is kind of terrible in the USA and while it is possible to make decent amounts of money if you're willing to work for it, it's still frustrating to have to do things within that system. We should do a few small favors for each other when the chance comes by. Just don't feed an addiction if you can avoid it.
>>17972600 >>17972509 Anyone have that post about how Katawa Shoujo wasn't about finding a girl just like your waifu, but rather it was about a goal you should strive to be in yourself? That was some good feels.
>>17972739 A lot of waifufags say that about waifus in general, but yeah it's a really good concept And no, don't have the post. >overcoming physical challenges in order to be a better human I can see it
I invite to dinner all you want, take her to my house for a bath and then to sit beside me and listen to their story, let her spend the night in my bed that night and took the couch, the next day after breakfast I offer two options: back to where I found the day before or stay at home, get a job, pay for their food and fix your life.
but she will sleep on the couch now, the furniture fuck my neck!
>>17972735 it's hard to give a shit about some of them (i.e. druggies that got themselves stuck on the street), but I understand that a lot of people are just in bad situations and they can truly be good people. That just isn't always the case, however.
>>17972632 >"So how did you get to be so good at painting" "I was in the Air Force, sort of like your wonderbolts, but in big fast planes" >She was confused >"You learned to paint there?" "Well no, it was my inspiration. I looked at mountians and meadows and trees all the time" >"Really? Mountians? I always wanted to see a mountian" "Maybe you can paint one too" >She smiles. "I can?" >I smile back "Maybe someday, if its there, you can do it" >A loud stomping went up to us >"Hey you slut! You were supposed to be here this afternoon, not with this pink skinned freak!" >WAT >A hoof landed on the hazel pony's stomach >"OWW! Ple-please, stop! HELP!" >I get up to grab him but he punches me knocking the wind out of me >Then a strange anger rose in me... >Oh no not again
>>17972870 I vividly remember one time when there was someone who lost his leg somehow and was in an old wheelchair and was asking for change, but everyone was giving it to the guy down the street who was playing the sax. And yes, I payed the first guy
>>17972763 TL;DR (though it may still be long) *Took drugs (Mary Jane and Shrooms for my final Trip) *Has a tulpa *played online games *Constantly sought out ways to escape reality
I had an addiction Anon. It was Escapism. I wanted to get as far away as possible from reality. Didn't want to worry about my classes, grades, growing up, getting a job, the expectations of raising a family, finding a home on my own, essentially all the things that you have to do when you eventually become a REAL adult
I'm a 21 year old anon, and I'm terrified of what comes after university, what comes after my parents letting me go to live on my own, and what comes after I am to find a job and hold on to it because I don't know what will happen. I'm too fearful of fucking up.
Shrooms gave me the epiphany that escaping reality piled all that up and that it was going to fuck me up for sure in the future. Had a talk with my online friends about it, and they convinced me to keep Lyra as my tulpa, as she was/is my friend helping me cope with all the stress and life.
This was only 2 days ago, and I feel.. changed? One thing is for sure: A large weight has been lifted and I have them, my parents, friends back home, and all you Anons for the good times and bad to thank for it.
>>17971408 "C'mere, little one." >Anonymous lifts the mare into his arms, she whimpers but doesn't have the will to protest "What's your name?" >"Starfruit." "That's a pretty name. Why are you here?" >"I used to farm tropical fruit, but Sweet Apple Acres put me put of business..." "Well a box is no place for a pony as sweet as you to stay, especially during the rainy season. You can stay with me." >"R-really?! No one's been this nice to me!" >Starfruit grasps onto your chest in a tight hug, she's nuzzling your neck, if your heart was any warmer, you'd combust >You cradle the smaller-than-average pony and carry her to your home, the whole while she holds onto your chest like she may just never let go >You carry her in and set her on your couch and get her some food >You use your repressed fathering inscincts to make Starfruit into a cute and respectable mare >You helped her get a job at a local carrot farm >One day you find out that the owner of said carrot farm did some things to Starfruit that she wasn't proud of >You go to the carrot farm and punch somepony's fucking soul in half >You help her get another job at another place, somewhere you thought would be safer for her >Eventually she earned enough money to buy some land >Start a farm with her, you use your human knowledge of capitalism to discreetly sabotage all of her competitors >No one was ever put out of business as you helped Starfruit 'expand' and she bought out all the surrounding farms >Soon, all produce in Equestria went through one name >Starfruit Corp. >You found a scared little mare alone in a box and helped her onto her hooves >And now look where she is.
>>17972871 >I charge at him >He turns twords me and he tries to react >too late >A bone shattering punch knocks him to the ground shocked >I grab his head and made him look at me >"YOU STAY AWAY FROM HER YOU INSENSITIVE JACKASS!" >My voice must have reached the ends of this earth because everyone is silent and looks at me >The big pony starts sobbing and runs off >I get on my knees and start crying >The hazal pony runs up to me and asks if i am ok "You know somthing...i promised my wife that i would never yell again...i guess some promises can be broken" >She hugs me and says "Its just a happy accident" >I hug her back and cry >Our paintings finish drying and she asks me >"Will you paint with me again "Of course"
>>17972158 please most of the "homeless" actually lead a pretty good life, are organized groups of beggars you earn enough but raising his hand to ask for money that an honest worker who bust their part in a day's work, I would not waste my money on such unproductive ills
>>17972943 I've got a story >on business trip in austin >hungry, met my client and gonna drive home soon >go to touristy area for lunch >hear music, big crowd of people >come closer, it's a mexican kid dancing for money with his dad, mom, and a few other kids i assumed to be his siblings > he had a lot of it in a box next to him, most people there were giving him like $5 >this family was living off of the kid, they did literally nothing else. i came back half an hour later after eating and they were still there >fuck lazy people, man
>>17972158 I drive around with a pillowcase that has a few pull-tabs of canned goods, some bathroom kit for cleaning, and etc. I've given out two of these bags so far. If there's a homeless guy walking around outside a restaurant I'll get an extra burger or something to go and get it over to him
I'm cautious about giving people money because that translates too easily into addiction fuel for them. A few weeks ago in my area someone claiming to be the fire chief in my area raised $30,000 for a 'children's hospital' - he ran with the money. I do want to help, but there's reason to be cautious.
>>17973032 >I go to that same spot every week and paint with her >She gets better and better overtime and she is almost at par with my skills >One day however i decide to buy tickets to go to the mountians >When we paint a yellow pony's house on the edge of the woods she looks at our paintings "Wow...i havent seen paintings like these before" >Hazel looks at her and thanks her >the yellow pony pulls out a bag of bits >"Here, you did a good job" >She brings both paintings in "Wow...she gave me a bunch! I can get a apartment!" >I go silent >"Is everything all right?" "You wanted to see a mountian right?" >I pull out the tickets >She is in shock >"For...both of us? You didnt have too" "I have too, it was your dream. I wanted it to come true" >In shock she hugs me and starts crying happy tears >The yellow pony in the door sheds a tear and shuts the door >2 weeks later we head up to the mountians >It was cold but it was worth it. >I saw her happy in painting every side of the mountian, every drop of water, every bit of detail >after 3 hours she shows me the painting. It was magnificent "Wow...thats beyond my skill" >"Really?!" >It was, i cant believe she has gotten this far >We return to town >Somepony sees her painting and asks to buy it >Its a pony with a camera, and a snazzy dress >"IT WOULD LOOK BEAUTIFUL AS A INSPIRATION!" She booms >"Oh..ok. But how mu-" Hazal was cut off with a big bag of bits landed on her table >It was around 2000 i dont doubt >"THANK YOU PAINTER!" the blue pony yelled as she ran with the painting >Hazel was happy as she could be >Word got around town and that painting was famous
>Be homeless myself. Fitting, since I'm a human in Equestria >Walking down the park, singing to myself. Joint in hand. "Homeless Man are on the move, Homeless Man are loose. "Beg for money, roll my joints, Homeless Man are loose." "HOMELESS HOMELESS HOMELESS HOMELESS MAN!" >Tokes leh joint "HOMELESS HOMELESS HOMELESS HOMELESS MA-SHIT" >Rain clouds have formed. Raindrop homed in on cherry of my joint. >Only 20 minutes or so until it starts pouring. >Looks into the clouds above with bloodshot eyes. "FUCK YOU RAINBOW DASH! YOU CAN KISS MY GLEAMING WHITE ASS!" >Sees movements in clouds. >Realizes how fucked I am. >Puts away joint, starts walking faster through park. >Not too far away from my spot. >Sees box with sign next to it in distance. "Well thats new. Some abandoned lemonade stand?" >Gets closer >Signs close enough I can read. "Huh she's offering different kind of lemons hehe." >What a stupid joke. "Still though a homeless pony? In MY backyard? Shit don't make sense" >Gets closer. About 5 meters. >Five bits says gay stallion. That would be my luck. >Sees pony inside box. Earth pony mare. Staring at the puddle of water in front of her like a retarded puppy. >Boy howdy i do wish i had some bits right now. >Arrives at box. >She notices my presence. I attempt to relight my joint. "Uh, hello." She says in a depressed tone. >Finishes toke. French inhales like a boss. "Sup" >The mare cases me. Even through my highness i can see the look of slight disgust displayed on her tear-soaked face. "Um, would you like my s-services?" She said. >Damn she must be desperate. Trading hooves for hands must be a big adjustment. "Sorry miss I ain't got no bits. I'm just your freindly neighborhood homeless man. I even have the backpack to prove it." "Oh. Okay.." She said all dissapointed like. >The weed speaks to me >Go to her >But how? I think. >She has a box. You have a tent. A big tent with pillows and blankets. With food. >Shits in the bag.
>>17973467 >I like how you think, me. "I have a proposition for you." >She looks at me again. Rain is starting to pick up. Better make this quick. "Since Rainbow Dash decided it would be fucking hilarious to rain on homeless folk today, your not going to make it through the night in that box." >She shuffles in her makeshift home. The box is clearly wet now and it wont be long before it deteriorated. "I have a camp that's not too far from here. Its not much, but the tents big enough for two. With blankets and some sandwiches to boot!" >she breaks eye contact. Shes looking back at the water puddle again. "Well, i thank you for the offer, but i'm just not sure i can trust..." >She looks at her sign. She then closes her eyes and covers her face with her hooves, desperately holding back a sob. >Damn you heart. You won't let me take advantage of the situation will you? >I take another toke of my joint. "Did i mention its free of charge?" >She breaks form to look back at me. "I wouldn't mind cuddlin though. I'm a bit of a cuddle bear. Especially when im high." >She breaks eye contact again. At least shes considering it. >Rain's picking up. Given the circumstances, I think im starting to like Rainbow Dash now. >Nah "Okay." She said. She gets out of her box and grabs her sign with her mouth. >Alrightythen.jpeg "But only light cuddling, okay? I'm not exactly into... well... your kind." >Oh well. At least i might have a smoking buddy. I let out a small cuckle "fair enough. The camps this way."
>>17972347 Which reminds me of the time my aunt encountered a homeless man. He was on the street, begging for change. My aunt offered to buy him food, and asked him what he wanted, but he refused, and demanded money over food. She then walked a couple blocks to the nearest McDonalds, bought a cheeseburger, and returned to give it to him. He got angry, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it.
>>17972632 >"Its ok, we dont make mistakes in painting, we only make happy accidents" >She turns back and mumbles somthing "My life has been a happy accident if you say it that way" >I hear it but i ignore that statement
>>17973419 >2 years later >Hazel is a magnificent painter and today is her first live demonstration >"Im nervous...what if they don't like me? "If they didn't like you they wouldn't have you come here today" >"Th..thats true" "Go out there and make some smiles!" >She goes out on stage and i sit in the audience >"I am Hazel and i welcome you all today.." >She begins painting >It was a slow start and i didnt know what she was painting >Hours pass and i see the painting finished in front of the crowd >It was a tree grown through a box with a gardener with big hair tending it >People loved it but were confused >"This painting is based on trials i had in the past. But i was helped and now am where i am now" >Ponies loved it and someone was yelling "500 bits!" "800 bits!" >Bidding started >Noise erupted until a loud stomp came in the room >It was that pony that punched her >"8,500 BITS" he yelled >Everyone went silent >he smiled and went to get the painting and handed her the bits >"Im sorry" >He walks off stage and leaves the room
>Later i see Hazel on a park bench >She is sad >"Why did he come back?" >I was confused "To apoligize of course" >"No one has done that to me since that day" "Well things change dont they? You have to have a bit of darkness to lighten things. Just like painting" >"But what if someone hurts me again?" >I question that to myself "They wont Hazel" >"Why?" >Butterflies form in my stomach >I kiss her on the cheek "Because you have grown to not be a twig...but a happy tree" "A happy tree that will give light to others" >"Just like you have given me?" >I lean in to kiss her again "Yes, and the old twigs around us will become happy trees with you"
>>17973487 Sweet Apple Acres is bought out by Starfruit Corp.. She doesn't close the farms, she now owns all the farmland in Equestria. She starved, now she owns all the food. She had no home, now she can have whatever she wants. And Anon got to introduce corporate systems to Equestria
>Me and homeless mare walk down path towards camp. Rain starts pouring. >Good thing i have my handy-dandy pocket umbrella in my pack. >I put her sign in my pack so she didn't have to carry it in her mouth. "By The way names Anon." "Morning Dew." she chuckles to herself" "Fits doesn't it?" >The fuck does she mean? Man i'm high right now. "So what happened to ya Morning?" >If she had a smile, it died as she spoke. "I'd rather not talk about it." "That bad huh? Well can't say I blame ya. I wasn't much for talkin when i became homeless. But that was years ago." >Takes another toke. I wonder if she smokes? "So, where are you from, exactly?" Her smile came back. "You don't look like your from around here" She said. >My kind of girl. Er, mare. Yeah. I smile. "I come from a faraway place. A place where apple pie is plentiful, and there are white picket fences to keep out the mexicans who take our jobs. They call it, America." >I miss American dad. "Sounds nice, I guess. Why did you have to leave Amehdica?" >Bullshit time. Think fast! "Because there were no ponies there. And truth be told, I like ponies far bette r than us humans." >Start walking off path. Can see large hot pink tent from the distance. >Hey man that shit was on sale from goodwill, fuck the color. "Is that it up ahead?" Her eyes widened. "Thats awfully close to the Everfree forest." "They don't bother me here. I leave em some of my table scraps and they take it and run off."
>>17974827 >Lock eyes. She still looks scared. Damn those eyes are gorgeous though. "I-I don't know about this. Sleeping outside is one thing, but sleeping next to the Everfree? There are all kinds of scary monsters in there-" "Who have alot of better things to do than fuck with a Homeless Man." >kneed down in the rainsoaked grass. About eye-level with Morning. "Everythings gonna be fine. I'm the homeless expert here." That earned a slight chuckle. "I've been out here for almost a year and absolutely nothing has happened to me. Besides, any self-respecting monster isn't gonna be caught dead anywhere near that frilly ass tent." >She shuffles her hooves while looking at the ground. Even with Rainbow Dash pissing on us from the clouds above, the scene in front of me is just perfect. >Morning dew. Huh it does kinda fit. >She gazes back at me with those adorable blue eyes again. "Are you sure I'll be safe? Give me your word! Say it!" >Well that perfect image just got fucked in half. >take last puff of my joint before putting it out and stowing it. >Blows it in her face. She starts to cough. Whoops. "I swear I will keep you safe, if it's the last thing i do." >Well that was corny. Hell it seemed to pay off. >She gives me a hug. An awkward, out of place, almost out of a movie hug. >She breaks the embrace and covers her nose. "Wow you stink." "Well fine then." I said standing up. "I guess ill have to get a rain bath. Been needin one of those for awhile." >we finally get to camp.
>>17974870 >Show her around. Camp has pink tent, large tarp awning held up by some trees, camp fire, and knee high table. Fuck im creative. >puts down umbrella and backpack. Proceeds to strip. >Morning staring me down as I unclothe myself. "Like what you see?" >She turns away, embarassed. >Ohshitniggerwhatyoudoin.jpeg >Think fast. "Sorry. I get stupid when im high." >saved "No its ok. I was just wondering how a homeless human can still afford to buy clothes." >Stripped down to boxer-breifs. "Well where i come from people fucking throw clothes at you if your if your naked. Its kinda the norm." >Naked now. Dick hanging low. >takes soup and wash rag from pack. "Hey where are those sandwhiches you mentioned?" >She seems alot more comfortable speaking now. "In here" I say. >Reaches in pack. Gives her doggy bag of dandelion sandwhiches. She wolfs them down while i shower. >Notice Morning cant her eyes off me. >Well I am as different as they get. >Alright Weed. It's in your hands now. >Have I failed you yet brother? >Goes back under awning. Dries off with towel >She continues to stare. Almost smiling to herself. >All is clear. I know what must be done. >My swag is strong. My cause is just. And my weedbag is very very large.
>>17975174 I appreciate the other stories, but I was hoping for at least one of these as well. And I would like the story to explore her lack of dignity and how pathetic she thinks she is as she tries to maintain her composure and hold the tears back at what and who she is.
Such a story is not edgy, because edgy is for the sake of edgy, while this is for the sake of feels and fetish.
>>17975223 >Me sit at table. Grab my bag and rolling papers. "Say Morning, have you ever smoked herb?" >She mercilessly devours her last sandwhich victim. A piece of dandelion caught on her lip. "Never heard of it." "Its what i've been smoking since we met. You should try it. It's wicked fun." >I miss harry potter too. Now that i think of it she kinda looks like Hermoine. >Boner reacts to this statement. >Table has saved me this time. "Huh. Well im open to new things i guess. It smelled kinda good when you impolitely blew it in my face." >my bad "It's worth a try. I promise it will make you forget about being homeless for a bit." >she looks away and scoffs. "Well that would be a relief. Can it make me forget my ex too?" >Finish rolling joint. "Honey with enough herb it can do whatever you want it to do." >Fuck you i like that ghostbuster. Too bad I cant remember his name. "Hmm. Let me scoot over next to you so i can hold it." >She complies. This is going perfectly. >Sit next to her. Feel her fur touching my bare skin. >Lights joint. Give Morning a brief demonstration "Breath in" Exhales "Breath out." >Holds joint to her mouth. She takes a good hit. "Hold it." >Coughs like a bitch "That burns." "If you ain't choking you aint toking. Again." >She quickly gets the hang of it. Morning starts smiling like a newly born stoner.
>Matriarchy Equestrian >Oceans of females, no males >No real colt would pick up trash off the street like that >She winds up having to do awful, hideously debasing homosexual acts on a regular basis >You're the only chance she has at a regular straight fuck >But she can't afford to cut you a deal at all >Even then >On the walk back to the motel she's as bright and perky as you've ever seen her
>>17975641 >Rain keeps pounding the fuck out of my tarp. >Me and Morning Dew smoke five joints back to back. >Shes smiling, rocking back at forth, giggling at my random ass jokes. >We're both cuddling, warming each other up. Me loving the way her soft fur feels against me. >Boner reappears! WITH A VENGEANCE. >In midst of her swaying, her hoof grazes the top of its head. >Her eyes lock on to my boner. >Can't hide it now. "Well I can see your happy." She laughs a bit. "Why yes, yes I am." I say somewhat seductively. >Is this happening? Can it happen? >Is my body truly ready? >The weed bag speaketh >I can only show you the door, brother. You are the one who has to walk through it. >I understand. "Well I don't know about you, but i do need to get some sleep tonight" She gets up, much to my dismay. "I'll be in there in a minute. Theirs a fresh blanket in the corner we can snuggle up in." >The look on her face says that's not the only thing that will happen. >She slides in the frilly pink tent. I clean up my table.
Now i have a question to ask you anon. To clop or not to clop?
>Me go inside tent. Stuff. Everywhere. >Morning Dew is snuggled up in the corner, playfully hiding in the blankets, peeking at me. >DEM EYES. They pierce into my very soul. >I scoot next to her. She lifts the covers and invites me in. I oblige. >She wraps her hooves around me as I wrap myself around her warm body. "Do you really like ponies, anon?" she cooes. Faces only an inch apart. "Why yes madam i certainly do" >She smiles. Her legs cluch my dick between them, slowly grinding me. >Shit that feels too good. "I'm starting to like you too." >My hand runs through her choclatey mane. I am ready for the task at hand. >Thunder roars as i speak. "Theres more to like where that came from." >Thats the best i can fucking do? >Her hoof guides my lips to hers. >makeout ensues. >hands and hooves run wild as makeout intensifies. Our bodies grind against each other. Her breath is hot and heavy and her tongue still tastes of dandelions. >I run my free hand down the small of her back, pushing her even closer into me. She in turn rubs her hooves all along my side, eventually leading down south. >I break the embrace. Her eyes open, almost wondering if she did something wrong. >I smile and slide down towards her legs. Gently pushing her onto her back, I look up to see her eyes widen as my head is merely inches away from her pussy. >One lick of her clit sends a jolt of pleasure throughout her body, eliciting a small moan. >I dig into her moist vulva, noting the taste as almost a sweet skin-like taste. >Morning responds well to the attention im giving her most sensitive area, using her hooves to force my tongue deep into her.
>It's been five months since you have eaten real food >it's been five months since you have need to sleep in a small cartoon box >it's been five months since you have to sell your body to have some bits to buy some food >it's been five long months since you has been living in the cold streets >your stomach growls snapping you back to reality >you see a shadow hovering over you and the cartoon box >you get your head out to have a better look of your new 'client' >standing over your 'house' there is a creature you have never seen before >the creature seems to be like a minotaur, only a little bit bigger, without fur, except on his face and over his head, and without tail, it's only wearing a pair of boots and a skirt >the creature seems to be looking at you confused >it then bend down and grab you, bringing you to meet its eyes >it eyed you up and down, frowning form time to time >it then look at your sign and frown again "Uhm..", you said confused >it nods and put you under its arm and beging to walk towards the Everfree forest "W-wait.. what are you doing?", you ask hysterical >it doesn't answer he keeps walking >but then it stop and look at you >it stroke his beard and changes its direction towards the town >you raise an eyebrow in confusion >it keeps walking until a fat unicorn with a saddle bag stand in its path >"Mister Anonymous, what an unpleasant surprise", he said with a smirk >oh, so 'it' is a 'he' and is called 'Anonymous', what a weird name >Anonymous just grunt in respond to the fat unicorn >"How are you?, I hope 'horrible' be your answer", the unicorn mock, "You know? it has been sometime since the last time we meet" >Anonymous roll his eyes and sigh >"The last time I try to kill, I didn't have idea that you were immune to magic", the unicorn said and pull from his saddle a small bottle with purple water in it,"So this time I'm going to try something different", he said smiling evilly, he throws the bottle to Anonymous, breaking on impact with his chest
>>17973549 almost exact same situation happened to my sister and mother. guy chased after them after they dropped him a freshly bought/untouched sandwhich to full on yell at them about how they shoulda given him $5 instead.
beggers are there for a reason. mental illness or such a massively lazy piece of shit it may as well be a mental illness.
>>17976460 >I start to finger her sweet pussy while giving her clit some more attention. Her moans are much more pronounced. >her back is arching more and more and her walls contract around my fingers. Is she about to cum already? >I lock my mouth onto her swollen clit, sucking it while fingerbanging her furiously. >What was once moaning now turned into screams of pleasure. "Ohhhh! Ohh Yes! YES!" >Yes indeed. >Her legs wrap around my head as a gush of marecum flows straight into my mouth. I keep licking and sucking her as she rides her orgasm. >Mornings legs start to spasm out and lose their grip on my head. The large number of comforters supporting us is being gripped towards her body by her hooves. >I let her sit there for a moment, admiring my handywork. "Wow." She said between breaths. "So thats what it feels like to be eatin out." >I laugh quietly to myself. Never been eaten out before huh? Well that explains why she came so quickly. >I wipe my mouth of remaining mare cum and slide myself back up to eye level. >She gives me a congratulatory kiss. "Would you like a second serving?" I said. My Boner has reached maximum potential. >She takes a few more breaths. "Oh please, be my guest."
>Take Anon's twenty bits >Get in the lake about neck deep >Rear up to hind hooves >Look him in the eye >Say "I'll be back" with a griffish accent >Slowly sink into water >Gradually my hoof is the last thing to go >Stay under as long as l can >Pop up >There's tears in his eyes >Last week he asked me lot of questions about Prench sandwiches >Celestial only knows what next will will bring
>>17971878 >The human drops a sack to the ground >Hundreds of shiny, golden bits spill out onto the cold, hard pavement >You look up at him with fear in your eyes >Surely, with this many bits, he plans to humiliate you, h-hurt you, break you... >But with so much money, you could afford to eat for several months, have a decent roof over your head, maybe someplace nice and warm to sleep >And as his grin reflects his pearly whites off your moistened eyes, you relinquish any will you had left >For you remind yourself >You're already broken
>>17976917 >he gently picks her up and cradles her in his arms >returns home and sets her down on the couch, then wraps her up in a handful of warm, fuzzy blankets >goes into the kitchen and comes back with a cup of hot chocolate
>>17971408 Practically every day for two years, this is how she greeted you: her best, most loyal customer, and you'd say, a good friend. Heck, she even asked if something had happened if you skipped your mandatory daily visit... But after saying these words absentmindedly, the mare's expression shows what you can only describe as a horrible realization, as she remembers what her situation is "This is sick. I'm going to give you a meal, a bubble bath, a place to stay, and as much help as I can to get your life back on track, come on" A look of confusion and what you would say is shame draws on the mare's face as you try, against her squirming, to pull her out of the box she's in to dry her with the towel you brought. You're sure she regrets you seeing her like this, and wishes you couldn't read the sign she put >What? "You're coming to live at my house, you can't live like this Demi, now stop struggling please". Your indignant tone sounds demanding, threatening even. You can't believe that she had to resort to this, that she lost what little she had: her deli store, way of life and house, the few things she kept of what she called a family...all gone >What? She repeats, this time in a tone that carries a desperate, but clear message: "please let this be true, please, don't be a dream". Her struggle now replaced by a slight tension spreading through her whole body, expectant to your response yet again "You heard me, you're coming over to my house, I can't see you like this, let's go" In a split second, the mare goes from sitting to a tight hug, squeezing you with that prodigious earth pony strength. A big smile that warms your heart, and tears that shine with joy spread across her face >Thank you, thank you! I'm so happy anon, thank you so much, you don't know what this means to me, thank you "My pleasure. Now let's get you something to eat. And later, we'll wash that beautiful mane of yours. How does that sound?" You say, reciprocating the hug >Sounds wonderful
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