God dammit, Anon I didn't come here to think about boipussy
Shimmer is the most fertile waifu
Then it's your destiny to become a trap
>eating semen helps too
Well i think the most anons here would donate you some semen
Casual nudity is awesome, Anon
Holy shit, I think I'm having a breakdown or something.
>No hair on arms, chin or chest
>Never played sports
>Watch a show about cartoon horses
Help, I don't want to be a trap.
Well sure, but only to a logical method. Like, who would honestly walk around in just a bra? Isn't that awkward? Why wouldn't she have taken that off, too? Especially given the context of the situation.
That's different. Wearing a nightshirt? Sure.
but whatever. I'm trying not to write more because I already committed the sin of masturbation today.
Trips for traps.
You're done, Annono
>pic related, your future
I still contend that this character was designed purely with adult male fans in mind.
They even gave her a split personality, one dominant and one submissive, both of which appeal to the average man. She's just too fucking perfect for it to be accidental.
I know, it's ridiculous.
Goddammit, why do I wanna fuck her more than any real, human female?
She's better than any real woman could be, Anon
Shaving accelerates facial hair growth. This is common knowledge, you twink.
Slap some shaving cream on your face and shave as if you had the the style you want. But be careful, I know how easy it is to cut your sensitive baby face lmao.
But on topic, I didn't know how they did it, but they managed to turn sunset shimmer from bad bitch to Waifu bait, and we're highly successful at it
Well she's more than waifu bait in that she was the only one who actually did anything out of the Humane 7
>Casual nudity is awesome, Anon
>walk to Sunset's home after school so you can do some work together
>she smiles as you hold her backpack while she gets out the front door key
>unlocks the door, holds it open for you, you both walk inside
>set your packs down by an end-table, Sunset lets out a big sigh and plops down on the couch
>she starts unlacing her boots while you grab a soda from the fridge in the nearby kitchen
>"Ahhhhh", she breathes, kicking off the boots, and you smile politely.
>and then she stands up and to your immediate surprise, goes for the buckle around her skirt
>before you can even react, she's flipped the buckle open, loosening the material around her ample hips
>she simultaneously wiggles her ass, dropping the skirt to the floor and revealing a pair of tiny pink panties snugly hugging her ass, while shrugging off her jacket
>she notices you staring, shocked with a soda can halfway to your lips, and sheepishly grins
>"Oh, er, sorry Anon... Uh, you know I'm from Equestria originally... ah. It's just, I'm still not used to the clothes thing 24/7... you don't mind, right?"
>Her hands are holding the bottom of her shirt
Of course I wouldn't
Sunbro can do whatever she wants in her house
>You will never have a darling baby daughter with Sunset.
>You will never tuck your child into bed then get busy making her a little brother or sister with your beautiful wife in the bedroom nextdoor.
>"So a little bird tells me you like my hips, isn't that right Anon? Well for just $50 you can have a hands-on demonstration of just what I can with them."
Your band size is your underbust measurement, so get some fabric/measuring tape and you'll be able to figure it out. Though I have to point out that it's called an 'underbust' measurement for a reason. Stay relatively small with your cup size tho.
How about I take you out to eat with that $50 instead?
Do you like Italian?
I'm shocked mtg hasn't shown up yet
He lives for this shit
I'm sorry, but I think you need to return to the tree farm. You are too skinny to be walking around unassisted.
Make sure you wrap it all the way around your torso. That measurement is your band size; it'll probably fall between sixty-five and eight-five cm. Personally I'm going to guess close to seventy-five for you.
Bust size is determined by placing the tape measure around the center of the chest and measuring around. The difference between the bust size and band size, is how you determine the cup size.
For your cup size, anything under two, two and a half centimeters should be an A, if you're over that, you're probably a B. If you're WAY over two and a half, you might want to recheck your measurements, and then look into sizing it yourself. There are resources out there that can assist, and knowing your measurements in metric as well as imperial can help as well.
>"Wanna see how that feminine booty of yours holds up after a night with Sunny Shimmy?"
Are there more images like that by the artist? I searched, but beyond finding out who the artist is, all I can find via reverse image search and relevant google searches are images removed due to 'pay pack', which tells me a steaming load of nothing.
pic related >>22204835
Here's an old one from gatorbait, who may very well be lurking in this thread as we speak.
This picture here >>22204835 was commissioned specifically for this story IIRC
>You find yourself in Sunset Shimmer's home. She finds you. "Anon, what the hell are you doing in my apartment?!"
"T-the door was open?"
>Sunset scowls at you, placing her hands on her hips.
>"So you thought you'd just come in? What, were you raised in a barn?"
>You flinch a little, but smile.
"I just, thought you might be back already. I had a question about class, wondered if I could see your notes?"
>Nice one, Anon.
>As Sunset looks you over, you do your best to keep your hands from fidgeting behind your back
>The last thing you need is to draw her attention away from your face
>Still, the lace of her pilfered panties tickles tantalizingly against your dexterous digits
>Gulping, you struggle to keep eye contact and not toy with your prize
>You just need long enough for her to look away
>Sunset huff and rolls her eyes.
>Dropping her pack, she bends over and begins rummaging through her backpack
>Just as you move to make a break for it, you notice that she bent at the waist
>Her skirt is riding up as a result, revealing her gorgeous gams to the world.
>Giving an unladylike grunt, Sunset Shimmer leans over a little more, revealing just a flash of scarlet colored lace.
>Your heart thuds in your chest as you subconsciously wet your lips with the tip of your tongue.
>At once, Shimmer grunts and rights herself, snapping you out of your daze.
>You missed your chance
>Meeting your eyes again, she holds out her folder to you.
>Gulping, you reach out and take the folder.
>The seconds tick by as Sunset refuses to let go of the folder.
>You give an experimental tug, but she doesn't relent.
>After a moment, her stern expression slowly slides towards a more irate scowl
Literally was just about to post that
The thread that was created in was a classic that all Shimmerfags should know
>"Why do I feel lace rubbing up against my fingers?"
>You flinch, realizing too late that you're still holding her panties.
>As Sunset works herself up into a rage you make a break for the door.
>The binder clocks you in the back of the head but you clench your fist and keep running.
>You're dead tomorrow.
>But tonight you have your prize.
>Sometime later, you're sprawled out on your bed, your body still heaving from the mad dash out of Sunset's apartment
>You didn't stop until you made it home, safe and sound.
>Giving a weak cough, you pull the purloined panties from your death grip.
>Holding the waist in place with your thumb and forefinger, you stretch the stolen shorts out between your hands
>The sheer pink fabric catches the dying light of the sun as it slinks out of your bedroom, giving it a glistening, dew-like quality.
>Again your breath catches and your heart thuds away in your chest.
>As if on instinct, you bring the flinched fabric towards your face.
>The subtle scent of Sunset Shimmer wafts up to your nostrils, a mixture of sweat, flesh and a mature, womanly tang.
>Your boner reacts appropriately and you spend the next half hour jerkin your gherkin repeatedly to mental images of the school's top cunt.
>Afterwards, you stumble around in a punch drunk, dehydrated daze and fix yourself dinner.
>It's nothing special, but it puts the pep back in your step and makes you feel like tomorrow won't be that bad.
>All right, that's a lie, but it at least gives you the energy to go for another lengthy session with Shimmer's shanghaied skivvies.
>In the end, you fall asleep with her scent surrounding you, the lacy fabric tentatively touching your tongue throughout the night as you breathe.
>As morning comes, you wake almost sure that you can taste her in your mouth.
>You go through your usual routine, making sure to seal Sunset's panties in a ziplock bag before you leave for school, just in case you don't die.
>It'd be awful if they started to lose their scent quickly after all.
>With your hands in your pockets you enter the school and keep your eyes peeled.
>You make it to your locker.
>You gather your things.
>Glancing about twice, you heave a sigh of relief and close your locker
>With a gasp of surprise you manage to bounce out of her range
>Sunset smirks, her arms crossed under her chest as she leans against the locker next to yours.
>You're not sure how she snuck up on you, but...
>The girl's green eyes flash as you try to slink backwards, paralyzing you.
>It's all you can do to gulp and shudder as Sunset closes the distance.
>The slender, yet dangerous, fingers of her right hand slowly reach out, sliding down the middle of your chest.
>"I have to say, you really surprised me yesterday, freak."
>Her tone is light, almost airy as she bends her arm and steps closer still, her fingers never leaving your core.
>"Sneaking into some girl's apartment for a pair of panties? That takes balls."
>You gulp and nod, figuring it's best just to go along with her.
>The citrusy tangerine scent that seems to pour off her body tickles at your nose, reminding you of the night before.
>With an uncomfortable squirm, you do your best to hide the inevitable boner rising in your pants.
>To her credit, Sunset seems blissfully unaware, still hung up on listening to herself talk.
>"I noticed some scratches on my door knob too. So much for an unlocked door, huh?"
>At last, she pulls her finger away, only to drag it along your collar bone instead.
>"What a sneaky, subversive student you are. B&E, Theft, Sexual Assault."
>The note of terror in your voice rings out loud and clear as you look into her eyes.
>And in that moment, you see a spark of delight in those green pools.
I never thought that story would outlive 'I want to stick my dick in Sunset's bellybutton'
>She's got you by the balls now, and she knows it.
>Gulping, you try to look away, but it's too late.
>Placing her palm against your chest, Sunset gently lays your back against the lockers.
>Her left leg manages to settle in between both of yours, her knee resting precariously close to your crotch as she presses her body into yours, pinning you against the steel doors.
>"You heard me. I caught you, panties in hand, and in two minutes I could have your entire life ruined."
>Her voice is low, equal parts threatening and seductive.
>You close your eyes and do your very best to contain Mount Boneier from blowing its top.
>That single syllable hangs in the air for several seconds, bouncing in between your ears like an echo.
>It promises hope for survival.
>But at what cost?
>As you let out a shuddering breath, Sunset continues, her words tickling at the inside of your ear.
>"But in return, you have to do a few things for me, got it?"
>She's playing this smart.
>If she told you straight up what she wanted, you might have room to disagree on moral grounds.
>But as it stands...
>You gulp and nod fervently.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll do it."
>Sunset sighs, the hot air tickling at your ear as it works around until all you can feel is heat.
>And then your kegles give up the fight.
>You feel your dick bump against Sunset's knee and the world slows to a crawl.
>Cracking open your eyes, you see a look of surprise on the pretty twat's face.
>But as she sees she has your attention, her shock quickly morphs into a stern smile.
>"Oh? What's this?"
>She brings her knee up ever so slightly, applying pressure to the head of your dick and rubbing gently with the unforgiving bone underneath her soft flesh.
>"It seems somebody likes their precarious position."
>You gulp and try to protest, but Sunset seems more interested in your surroundings.
this may very well be the most reread/reposted sunset story in the history of /mlp/
>The entire hall is clear, likely all the students hightailed it out of here when they saw what was going down.
>Still, after a moment, Sunset smiles and turns back to you.
>"Well, we'll get started on your first job. Come with me."
>Her small but strong hand wraps around yours, pulling you away from the lockers and deeper into the school.
>Somewhere, the warning bell rings, but Shimmer pays no attention to it.
>Leading you into one of the center halls of the school, she pushes open the door to the girl's bathroom and yanks you inside before you can protest.
>While it doesn't stink as badly as the boy's, there's still a noticeable feminine stink lingering from the stalls.
>The walls look like they haven't been updated in twenty years, painted a disgusting pastel blue that's flaking in several places.
>After ensuring the room is clear, Sunset pushes you into one of the stalls.
>You stumble onto the ground with a small cry of protest, nearly ending up with your face in the drink.
>The door latches closed as you turn and see the smaller Shimmer towering over your prone form.
>With a devious smirk, she looks you over.
>"First order of business."
>One hand slides down to the hem of her skirt, pulling it up ever so slightly.
>Your breath catches in your throat, becoming fat and swollen as you spot a set of white panties, accented with orange and red dots across the expanse of the strained shorts.
>"You like panties, right?"
>Your eyes drift upwards as you give a mute nod.
>Sunset's lips curl into a smile, a flush of arousal evident on her face.
>"Well then, soak it in, Perv."
>You don't protest, jerking your gaze back to the promised land.
>And just like it, your mouth goes dry at the sight.
>Sunset has a pair of mildly thick legs, due in equal parts to ass kicking and lounging around, hiding thin strips of the fabric from view.
>Her ample ass is cradled by the polkadotted panties, a hint of the cheeks visible between her legs.
>Your eyes dart up to her slit, highlighted all the more by her tight fitting shorts.
>As you gulp down a breath of air, you see Sunset smile out of the corner of your eye.
>"Wow, you really do have it bad."
>The fingers of her free hand slide down and push aside the thin strip of fabric between her legs, revealing her plump pussy.
>The lips twitch tenderly as they adopt a pink coloring and seem to shudder.
>"This is your first job."
>She whispers, never taking her eyes off of you.
>"You have to get me off."
>The playful look in Sunset's eyes vanishes in an instant at your question.
>Taking a breath, she builds herself up and glares at you.
>"Get me off, Perv!"
>She, she's serious?
>Your face burns at the prospect of tonging her snatch and you look away.
>It, it's not like you wouldn't like to, but...
>Even as you consider your options, you feel a pair of hands place themselves on either side of your head.
>Sunset forces you to look at her again, her face a mask of rage and embarrassment.
>"Did I stutter? Get me off!"
>You open your mouth to apologize, right as Shimmer clocks the back of your head against the toilet bowl.
>Your vision blurs as you feel your limbs go limp and noodlely
>The back of your shirt rides up as you slump against the toilet, riding it all the way down to the floor.
>The dizziness and grey splotches begin to recede from your sight a few seconds later, just in tie to see Sunset position herself over top of you.
>A delicate sneer mars her face, but only for a moment.
>Then you're swallowed up by the darkness as she squats over you.
>Trapped under the hem of her skirt, no light seems to penetrate the confines of your cell.
>The pungent aroma of sweat and citrus, which tickled your nose last night, have now become overwhelming as the scent has no where else to go.
>You gag a little as your sniffer snuffles for more of the sweet smell.
>You can't stay here though.
>Flexing your arms to try and push yourself up, you find an unusual weight pressed down on them.
>In a panic, you begin to hyperventilate, a sudden, heady rush of carbon dioxide sending you for a loop.
>Shimmer shifts her weight, allowing the barest flow of fresh air into your confined space.
>From some far off distance, you hear her call to you.
>"Listen up Perv, I said it and I meant it. Get to work."
>For emphasis, she presses herself against you, letting you feel the thrumming heat coming from between her thighs.
>Looks like there's only one way out of this mess.
>Though blind, dazed and in unfamiliar territory, you hesitantly explore the tender flesh of Sunset Shimmer.
>As your cheeks rubs against her thighs, she gives a delicate whimper.
>When your nose bumps against her pelvic bone, she lets loose a breathy sigh.
>And when your lips at last find hers, she squirms, pressing herself down more forcefully onto your face.
>A forceful hiss escapes her lips
>And you can't do anything but oblige.
>As you begin to find a rhythm between tongue, lips and the occasional nibble, Sunset Shimmer continues to grind herself against your face, muttering a mixture of encouragement and degradation.
>"What do you think, Perv? Better than my panties, right?"
>You grunt, and she laughs, taking a moment to reach back and tickle your unceasing erection with a gentle crook of her finger.
>"No need to lie about it. This tells me everything that I need to know."
>But eventually even the taunts fade away as you tongue her.
>Sunset's thighs tighten around your head suddenly, and you find yourself breathing in the breath you just let out once again.
>"Yes, yes! More, more!"
>Struggling to overcome the overpowering scent of Sunset and your rapidly shrinking air reserve, you attack her face flower furiously.
>With an uncharacteristic squeal, every inch of the wild woman tenses up for several seconds.
>Just as your head begins to spin, she relaxes the vice grip and you gulp down another breath.
>A few seconds later and she stands, her legs quivering as she stumbles to her feet.
>Her eyes are lidded and unfocused as she leans heavily against the wall of the stall.
>Gulping once, you hear her cough before she speaks.
>"N-not bad, Perv. I-I could have done it better, with my hand though."
>She trembles again before throwing the latch and opening the door.
>"Anyway... meet me after school today. I got another job for you."
>You look up at her, biting your lip.
"But, what about me?"
>"What about you?"
>Staring into Sunset's eyes for a long moment, you make a motion down to your crotch.
>You could break up concrete with this boner from hell.
>Giving her a pleading look, your hopes are quickly dashed when Sunset laughs at you.
>"What? Are you serious? This isn't mutual favors, Perv, or have you forgotten that I OWN your ass?"
>Scowling, you look away and wait for her to go off on her own.
>The seconds pass, and then you feel a gentle brush of fabric against your cheek.
>Sunset's still there, wearing her condescending smile and holding out her panties.
>"Well, I guess it's to be expected, and what kind of boss would I be if I left you out in the cold? They're ruined anyway."
>You take the moist clothing away from her, still frowning.
>Sunset's smirk fades as she crosses her arms and sneers.
>"What are you looking at me for? You got another pair of panties, and you can even beat off with those to your heart's content."
>As you continue glaring, she throws up her hands in frustration.
>"Whatever, I don't have time for this. Just remember to meet me after school, got it?"
>Without waiting for your reply, she storms out of the bathroom, the door thudding shut behind her.
>You stare at the wall for a while longer, then look to the panties in your hand.
>Clenching your fist, you sigh and shake your head.
"Anon, what have you gotten yourself into...?"
>Several more moments tick by before you turn your attention back to the slick fabric.
>And unzip your pants.
>And so began your own personal nightmare...
and that concludes gatorbait's grand contribution. I did write an unofficial followup (lo, very unofficial) followup.
Regrettably it needs a great deal of proofreading and I have be at work at the top of the hour. But, stick around. I'll try and get it out in ~8 hours.
Good luck, m8. I'm ready for that story to be usurped.
I too have a tendency to remember threads from the past week.
Would she be a good mother?
I'd like to think so
After all she's older than the others
I absolutely despise femdom (you can only imagine how a sadist and domination fetishist such as myself fit in with a bunch of femdom lovers) but I still want Sunbun to sit on my face so I can wrap my arms around her legs, bury my face in her posterior, and pull her scent into my nostrils at full force. Can this paradox be explained?
It sounds like you're in love, Anon
Still? Even though I absolutely despise RR and what they did to her in that horrific sequel?
You still have Twifags around even after MMC happened, right?
>you have shit taste if you don't like a movie that not only turned your sassy waifu into a boring sad sack, but also has a plot on par with Barney the Dinosaur, one-trick villains that came from nowhere, and music that makes you want to chew on a construction boot
Yes but MMC is different because the wings and crown didn't come bundled with a lobotomy.
Not many ways faster to get your opinion discarded.
>that not only turned your sassy waifu into a boring sad sack
You mean actually gave character to a boring bully.
>but also has a plot on par with Barney the Dinosaur, one-trick villains that came from nowhere
You mean the first movie, where Shimmer knew for some reason about the EoH and somehow knew that twilight was going to be sleeping besides her crown near the entrance of the mirror?
>and music that makes you want to chew on a construction boot
>Shitting on the Dazzlings songs
Shit taste indeed.
Twilight's character was devastated after MMC
Her arc is finished and she became the ultimate Mary Sue
Barneyfag, is that you, you degenerate furry?
It seems my alluding to the condensed autism that is Barneyfag had the opposite effect than intended.
>You mean actually gave character to a boring bully.
What character is some brainless, ball-less crybaby that chases after a purple dragon that she can never catch, when that is the only aspect to its personality?
>You mean the first movie, where Shimmer knew for some reason about the EoH and somehow knew that twilight was going to be sleeping besides her crown near the entrance of the mirror?
If you think about it, it does make sense.
That's nothing compared to Twilight not being competent enough to stop siren magic when she knows such esoteric spells as turning small animals into oranges?
>Barneyfag, is that you, you degenerate furry?
The Barney reference was tongue in cheek.
Get the fuck out of my apartment
Except she fixed the majority of the conflict when everyone else couldn't
Except she stepped up to fight when her time came
>chases after a purple dragon that she can never catch
Is this some kind of idiom, or are you implying she wants Spike's red rocket?
>Except she fixed the majority of the conflict when everyone else couldn't
With information that literally anybody could have relayed to them. The only reason it had to be her was because the other six had some vested interest that kept them from thinking objectively.
>Except she stepped up to fight when her time came
Which is totally not cliche, unconvincing, or lazy in any way.
>Is this some kind of idiom
I'm referring to the forgiveness of her peers. Who in their right mind would forgive someone who terrorized them for years, destroyed their school, and zombified them in an attempt at a coup in some other universe you've never even heard of?
Oh yes, that makes SO MUCH sense. She had it all planned out, knowning that the fucking crown was going to be there, in the Crystal empire, at the exact time the portal was going to be active and somehow knew that crown was going to be exactly the same.
>be Celestia's protege for god knows how long
>have no clue about the royal schedules or layout of the palaces
oh yeah, she knew that one of the EoH was going to be transformed into the exact shape of a high school prom crown and she knew that there was going to be a princess coronation at that exact time because clearly, there is a schedule for new alicorn princesses visiting the Crystal empire, a palace that was gone for one thousand years.
Can you please fuck off already?
>high school prom crown
And I suppose you believe high schools use the same quality material and craftsmanship for their dinky little proms (it wasn't even a prom; it was a fall formal) as fucking immortal, magical royalty.
>a princess coronation
Because of course, EqG takes place on the same day as the coronation.
>visiting the Crystal empire, a palace that was gone for one thousand years
And of course, the layout of the palace in the Crystal Empire is completely different from the one in Canterlot because there's nothing the Equestrian gentry loves more than being lost and confused.
>Can you please fuck off already?
You first. :^)
Fuck the "Old vs New" cancer
I'd bet so
That manface reminds me so much of A Wyatt Mann's cartoons, where women look more manly than men.
But I agree. We should be discussing Sunhip Shimmer, not trying to educate children.
>Oh shit I can't argue with logic and reason!
>I know! I'll say he's trolling.
>That'll work, r-right?
I... stop that. Been doing this four years, not gonna let this be the first time I find full pone to be sexy.
Old Shimmer is perfection.
Not this New Shimmer garbage. Remember: There would have been no New Shimmer if not for Old Shimmer. You aught to be on your hands and knees, kissing the boots on the feet of this "boring, generic bully".
I appreciate old sunny the way I would a Caterpillar. Yes, it's gonna be a caterpillar before it can become a butterfly, so I appreciate it in that sense, but I'll watch butterflies all day over a caterpillar. Same with Sunny.
For the life of me, I will never know why people like new Shimmer so much. There is absolutely nothing likeable about her that other MLP characters don't have a thousand times better.
There was one thing I saw an anon say once that might be the answer. He said these people are just using her to project their high school crush onto. That makes sense because she's so bland and lifeless that this sort of thing is very easy to do. Sort of like how the same sort of loser hates Rarity because he imagines her as the girls in high school who would laugh at him and crush his self-esteem.
woman up, stop being a bitch, and fucking do something. If you don't like the way you look, change it. If you're too much of a whiny bitch to do that, then buy a dragon dildo and start practicing because someday, and you will not get any warning, a big black dude is gonna shove his dick up your ass.
>not loving your waifu as a whole
You're both faggots
I renounce new Shimmer entirely and continue to love the true, natural Sunbun that God intended her to be. Why I continue to argue with these people (if they can be called that) is beyond even my own understanding. Maybe I'm just bored. Maybe I'm subconsciously holding on to the faintest hope that if I argue with them enough, they'll fuck off and we can Shimmer threads the way they were before the Fire Nation attacked. Maybe I'm just a white knight at heart and don't realize it.
>You will never have a darling baby daughter with Sunset.
Imagine if we take a clue from /co/.
Eh, I'll admit, I project a bit of my ex onto her. Redhead, usually blonde highlights, legs that just wouldn't quit, a softie, especially with animals, a donk to kill for, and a smile that said 'hey, want to start some trouble?'. She's since passed away, so I'm fairly certain that's why I find new, kind Sunny attractive, and not old, run-of-the-mill villain Sunny. What about you? If you were really as 'alpha' as you seem to want me to think, you wouldn't be here at all.
Nah man, I love her
>The way god intended her to be
>And refuse to acknowledge change or growth
>inb4 'forced growth' because you don't actually understand how a normal human develops and matures.
I'd actually prefer living in Equestria with her
The human world sucks ass
>I project a bit of my ex onto her
I rest my case.
>you don't actually understand how a normal human develops and matures.
Getting mindfucked by rainbow laser beams is totally normal, guys! Hell, why do we even have rehabilitation programs for criminals when we can shoot them with rainbow beams and make them as docile as lambs? Perhaps World War Two and the Holocaust would have never happened if Europe knew the magic of friendship.
>hatesex with Korra
>Deepthroating your infant child
I'm torn. On the one hand, I'm a cheapskate to the extent that I've never bought an article of clothing for more then $14, and that was a heavy winter coat for a trip to Canada.
On the other hand, the only thing I have against that picture is the skirt.
I don't know about like that, but Audrarius has a deviantart account and is tagged on Derpibooru, e621, and paheal, which should cover pretty much everything.
Yeah, there's no proof the rainbow beam actually did anything aside from knock her on her ass and hand her a complete and utter defeat. The 'lobotomy' argument is easily the weakest of all the Old Shimmer arguments.
>not wanting to sexually abuse your child with your wife
>fucking moron, how old are you, 14?
Older than 96% of the new shimmerfags, that's for sure.
>The 'lobotomy' argument is easily the weakest of all the Old Shimmer arguments.
Yet not a single utterance from new Shimmer's knuckle-dragging fanbase ever debunked it on any meaningful level.
Embrace the degeneracy, Anon
Let it consume you like a raging fire
>not a single utterance
The problem with your idea of "friendship lobotomy" is that the elements of harmony do not reform people
They are weapons used to defuse a situation
With Nightmare Moon, they reverted Luna to her original state so that she might reflect on what she had done
With Discord, they made him turn to stone so that he wouldn't cause chaos anymore
And with Sunset Shimmer, like with Luna, it reverted her to her previous for so that she might reflect on what she had done
Yet the high as balls old shimmer faggots never offer true evidence of it beyond, 'zomg u gaiz, she diforent nao'. Kinda like how no ones been able to disprove the existence of big foot, or the loch ness monster, or god, that's the same kind of logic your basing your argument on.
>no ones been able to prove the existence of big foot, or the loch ness monster, or god
Fixed that for you. The burden of proof is on the person making the claim; if you don't hold to that, you're allowing a fallacious argument to poison the debate.
Sure it does, big guy
>is that the elements of harmony do not reform people
>They are weapons used to defuse a situation
>it reverted her to her previous for
Her previous what? That was terrible timing for your already sub-par brain to lapse on you and
irony incomingaccidentally the whole argument.
>Yet the high as balls old shimmer faggots never offer true evidence of it beyond, 'zomg u gaiz, she diforent nao'
To assume that the beam changed her on a fundamental level is the most logical since the change happened immediately after the beam was used, with apparently nothing else to contribute to it.
To assume that it was some ridiculous self-reflection that was made in the course of a few seconds, under the stress of being hit with light powerful enough to make a crater in the ground, with absolutely no hints or indicators of what was going through her mind at the time, is retarded.
Although both are lacking in concrete and undeniable evidence to prove them, the former is abundantly more valid because it doesn't make nearly as many baseless assumptions. Occam's Razor, motherfucker. Do you use it?
Discord wasn't reformed by the Elements of Harmony and he was hit by them twice
>relying on potshots at single mistakes
I thought it was obvious enough not to merit a post correcting it
>Discord wasn't reformed by the Elements of Harmony and he was hit by them twice
This doesn't prove either premise. In fact, the first premise is objectively false even if you completely ignore Equestria Girls.
>I thought it was obvious enough not to merit a post correcting it
I already knew what it was, but I preferred to insult you for it instead because you deserve it. If radical change to the fundamental aspects of someone's character isn't reform, then what is it?
Any mention of or allusion to Nazis counts in Godwin's Law.
It's not the elements that reformed her, you dingus
It was herself
Twilight just used the elements to get it through Sunset Shimmer's thick head that being a self-obsessed cunt isn't the best way to go about life
I would totally do yandere Shimmer. I'd respond in kind, in fact. We'd be the yandere psycho couple with the blood of hundreds on our hands, all in the name of love.
>you will never see this face as those who attempt to flirt with you are burned to ash
Yet another reason to love Sunbun. She is the embodiment of best element.
Your waifu a shit
I just took the time to read it.
Do not reply to b8.
>be yandere shimmer
>you're out with anon at the park, sitting on a bench and talking, enjoying the warm afternoon
>you leave his side to go get a snack for you both from the cart a little ways away
>you grab the snack and look over, another woman is talking with him
>anon looks flustered, you can hear him tell her that hes taken but she's having none of it.
>He looks your way with a face that pleas for help
What would you do?
Pull out my 9 and waste her
You forgot the yandere.
.... would an amputee yandere rely on prosthetics to exact her revenge on the whores trying to separate her from her true love, or would she just stump them to death?
>not wanting Shimmer to choke you with her massive futa cock
I don't know, Anon, she just is
>"her" arms are just sticks tied hastily to "her" shoulders
>"she" sees "her" husbando talking to a reasonably attractive woman with a vagina and real boobs
>"she" runs over to the woman to beat her to death with "her" "arms"
>Right when "she" has caught the attention of "her" rival, "she" shits "her" self
>Because "she" can't pull up "her" skirt and diaper with "her" wooden peg arms, they were hanging loose to begin with, so the skirt and diaper fall down, revealing "her" miniscule male genitals and the feces on "her" descended diaper
>Unaware of "her" accident, "she" makes one last flail of a leg until "she" falls flat on the ground
>everyone around "her" points and laughs at "her" as "she" flails her legs and wooden sticks around and screaming in that completely unnatural quasi-feminine male voice in an infantile temper tentrum
>"her" husbando becomes so embarrassed that he dumps "her" on the spot, then moves to another state before legally changing his identity
>"she" eventually kills "her" self by setting up rows of upright pitchforks in the backyard, then leaps belly-down on them from atop the roof
>"she" suffers an agonizingly long and painful death because "she" had to set the pitchforks up with "her" legs and mouth
I'm not sure if I should laugh, feel bad, or look away in disgust
Yeah, probably like
Why is Shimmer this disproportionally popular?
I should make another livesmut thread for her.
It's probably because of Rainbow Rocks that she has so many fans
Before it was just a few Shimmerfags jerking each other off
I love you, Smutty-kun
Shit, maybe I should just do Sonata instead.
That bitch is really popular too.
Why not all of the Dazzlings
at the same time?
We have to move forward, Anon
Surely there will be willing writefags on the path ahead
Honestly, I'm still waiting for what constitutes a hip fapfic because I'm intrigued.
>finally get to score with the red-headed hottie from class
>that hourglass figure of hers looked good normally; it looks even better riding your cock
>each thrust sets her moaning, her perky breasts jiggling
>you grasp her wide, soft hips, keeping her in place as you up the intensity
>her breath comes in shallow gasps, her eyes clenched tight, hands falling to your chest to brace herself
>something tickles against your hands
>you look down, and find it's her hips; they're growing hairy and orange, like a fuzzy peach
>her legs have changed too, shifting into a zig-zag formation, her feet lengthening and curling against the bedsheets
>stunned, you cease your work
>"Ngh! Don't stop!"
>her hips grow wider, her ass expanding against your palms like a pair of hot, fleshy, balloons
>long, soft hair erupts from her backside, the same hue as her hair, puddling in the space between your legs
>her hands melt into a new simplistic form, fingers melding together and stiffening into hooves
>her nipples disappear from her chest and reappear between her bulging thighs, brushing against your crotch
>her face pushes outward, forming into a snout, her ears migrating up and framing the pointed protrusion forcing its way from her forehead
>the only thing that doesn't change is the look of pure ecstasy on her face
>with a final, shuddering moan, she climaxes, falling to your chest, her breathing rapid and heavy
>she's turned into a goddamn horse
>pokerface.jpg is still engaged
>her long lashes flutter open, revealing her sky-blue eyes, which quickly grow wide as she senses something has gone awry
>startled, she looks up at her horn, at the luscious tail above her new plump ass, and at her hooves, still trembling with the aftershock
>her eyes turn to back to you--wide, uncertain, and glistening with tears
>"I-I can explain..."
She turns into a pony at night. That sounds familiar...
The time of your childhood's anal virginity is ogre.
>inb4 is a horse that is diving out the window onto the balcony as the Zimbabwe army rains down mortars on the hotel next to you.
>yfw Shakira is Sunset Shimmer
Bigger than a handful.
honestly, it's whatever "your" ideal size is.
Girl who sits next to me in my calc course
Should I try anyway?
I agree with >>22215321
but remember, that she IS a 3DPD.
also, you need to provide pics asap, man.
some people like shag, others like bare floors.
>Longest life of a Sunny thread in weeks
I find this
>BUT EVEN WITH CRUISE CONTROL, YOU STILL NEED TO STEER
Sunset Shimmer is a slav
B-but Anon-kun, that's lewd
Who doesn't, friend
She is nicest pony-grill hybrid thingy
Only if you make it lewd, could be sweet and loving.
>Sunset says that the only way you can be with her is through swearing allegiance to Satan and making an offering of your flesh
Don't be a fig
Wow, the mods didn't ban you for starting a flamewar?
Are the rules null and void? Can we post porn again?
not sure if this is hips, but here we go
>Really... how long is she going to be?
>With a frustrated sigh, you shift your weight in the chair and stare at the wall. Deeper in the apartment, you can hear Sunset getting ready for your date.
>A dinner date at a fairly busy restaurant. And your reservation was for twenty minutes ago. But no matter how many times you try to remind her, Sunset laughs it off and answer the same way.
>"Trust me, it's be worth the wait."
>Maybe so, but that doesn't mean they'll hold your reservation forever. At this rate, your table may already be gone, which means an even longer wait. Doesn't this girl know-
>"All right, I think I'm just about set."
>Finally. You sigh, then put on a smile and tell her to hurry up. From down the hall, you see her stick her head out and scowl at you.
>"Cool your heels for a minute and close your eyes. I want my outfit to be a surprise."
>Oh for-- with a forced smile, you nod and then close your eyes. After a few seconds, you call out and tell Sunset it's okay for her to come out.
>There's a lengthy pause, but your ears begin to pick up the soft shuffle of carpet being rustled. Then, the muffled sounds from her heels. Probably the open-toed red ones with the yellow strap; she did seem very attached to those. If that's the case, maybe she went with that sleeveless bronze dress that shows off her back?
>Convincing your dick to be still takes a supreme force of will, but you manage. Shimmer sure is taking her time though. You crack your eye, only to receive a loud click of the tongue in response as Sunset calls your name.
>"I told you, I want it to be a surprise. Keep your eyes closed until I tell you."
>Ugh. Shutting your eye again, you squirm in your seat and wait. The seconds tick by, accompanied by the quiet sounds of her steps before they stop in front of you. There's a gentle weight of her hand pressing against your shoulder. And then, a much heavier weight positioning itself in your lap.
>You grunt a little as the familiar shape of Sunset nestles itself across your legs. Her hand leaves your shoulder and slides up your neck before resting on your cheek. She grinds her backside against your crotch for a moment as she shifts her weight, and you feel the supple wetness of her lips against your neck.
>Sunset takes on a chiding tone, calling you by her favorite pet name.
>"What were you so upset about earlier?"
>While it's assured that cooler heads will prevail, it's difficult to keep one chilly when your girlfriend is doing everything she can to turn up the heat on another. You grumble something about a reservation, while Sunset continues to kiss at your neck and jaw.
>"Really? That's all?"
>She gives a delicate sigh and takes your hand in hers. She guides it out and away before finally resting your finger tips on her bare ankle. Even though your eyes are closed, you can hear the playful sparkle in her eyes when she teases you.
>"I have something much more interesting than some over-priced seafood. Try and guess what it is."
>With a gentle nudge, Sunset sends your fingers forward, slipping, sliding, stroking their way up her leg. Your concerns about the reservation are quickly filed away under 'f', in the 'forget about it' folder as you grope your way along the offered limb.
>It's not that her leg feels any different than usual; her quads are toned, but the muscle still yields under your prodding. What is unusual is the silky-slick sensation surrounding your hand. It rolls over your palm, front and back, caressing it in a way that compliments Sunset's shaven smoothness. What it is though, remains uncertain. So you press on.
>There's a quiet gasp of delight from your precariously positioned princess as your fingers leave her lower leg and find the back of her knee. Sunset arches her body so that the brunt of her weight settles down into your lap for a few moments, as you tease the tender joint with feather light touches and scratches.
>She whispers, murmuring your name into your neck. Her breathless gasps send tingles of heat to the tips of your hair and all the way down to your toes. After an unsteady moment, she chides you again.
>"You know I'm ticklish there. Keep, keep going."
>Not one to disappoint, your roving fingers continue their trek upwards. The fabric flooding over your fingers and hands becomes more pronounced; each slide upwards encountering a little more resistance than before. By the time you reach the middle of her generous thighs, you're certain you've run out of runway. So you give them their due diligence.
>Sunset shivers as you slide your palm over her thigh, letting your fingers find their rest on the softer flesh along the inside. Despite her hard work, the meaty muscles of her upper legs refuse to relent any bit of their size. While they are a point of irritation for her, she has admitted to loving they way they feel when they're wrapped around you. Or when you can't get enough of them.
>Your consistent attention has the results you would expect; Sunset's breathy sighs gradually become more intense, more eager, as she gently slides her bottom back and forth against your crotch. Any attempt at controlling the rocket in you pants has long since failed, and the only thing keeping your eyes shut at this point is the fact that you agreed to it.
>"Ah, as nice as this is, I, I want you to keep going."
>Keep going? You sigh and tell her that you've reached the end of the road, which earns an irritated huff from Sunset. She wriggled about a little, and you can feel her fingers brush against your wrist before her hands move to your face and chest. With your name on her lips, she encourages you again.
>"Now. Try it now."
>And so you do, and to your surprise, there's still something left on this journey up Sunset's legs. Each sharp intake of breath is punctuated by an exchange of hot and cool air against your neck and chest as the girl in your lap curls ever closer to you. The scent of her soap and shampoo moves from the background to an almost overwhelming presence at the fore.
>At long last, your fingers make contact with an unyielding fixture. Heat all but boils off the lacy fabric in between you and the juncture between Sunset's thighs, threatening to scald you if you aren't careful. As you continue to circle the source of her discomfort, Sunset whispers into your ear.
>"D-do you know what it is yet?"
>Much as you'd like to say yes, you can't be certain. Sunset doesn't really own anything like this, at least she's never broken it out for you before. So you tell her as much, and are rewarded for your honesty with a delighted laugh. At once, the weight on your lap disappears and you hear Sunset step away.
>"Okay then, you can open your eyes."
>Finally. Even with your eagerness, you have to blink several times to shake off the spots that cover your vision. When they do, your grin could be said to rival Sunset's.
>She stands in front of you in a red, backless, and full-length nightgown, decorated with yellow-bronze bits of lace on the upper half. The way it catches the light compliments her skin nicely, and the low-cut top cradles her chest, giving them a little push upwards. Even her waist seems slimmer, with a tightly tied sash of the same color. But the real treat is down below.
>A long, wide slit runs up either side of the gown, tapering inwards as it goes. Even still, the dress leaves her legs on full display, from her slender ankles and quads, up to her broad thighs, and even showcasing the generous swell of her hips; their size equal in width to her shoulders.
>"What do you think?"
>Giving a playful smile, Sunset plants one of her feet and twirls, the gown riding up and exposing her legs to the world. Further up, you're treated to flashes of the black lace panties you had been so attentively exploring.
>"I bought it especially for tonight."
>There's a purring lilt to her voice as she steps closer again and presses a finger to your chest. You gulp and manage to get out that you don't think she could get away with wearing something like that to the restaurant. With a knowing smile, Sunset slides her finger down from your chest; bending her waist in the process and ending up with the tip of her nose pressed against yours.
>"Right, but this is what I'm wearing for you tonight. So, what does that tell you?"
>That you're not going out ton-- oh. Oh! Oh... Sunset smiles at your response, nodding twice before leaning in and pressing her lips against yours.
>It's a closed mouth kiss, but it's anything but chaste. The electric spark between the two of you is almost enough to ignite the room, and you can still feel the slick sensation of her lipstick, despite her incessant attention to your neck. After several long moments, she breaks away and picks herself back up.
>Cocking a hand onto her hip, Sunset smirks down at your love-drunk expression with breathless, blushing one of her own. Sliding a hand to her cheek, she sighs your name.
>"But we still have to do something about dinner. ...Could you get Chinese?"
>You manage to choke something out about ordering delivery, which brings an excited glint to Sunset's eyes.
>"Great idea. That should give you even more time to lavish me with attention. I'll leave what we get up to you. Come meet me in the bedroom after."
>The saucy seductress swings her hips as she turns, sending the floor length gown swishing from side to side like a pendulum. Only Sunset's honey-dipped hips roll as the counter weight, the fabric doing a poor job of covering her hips, her thighs, and even parts of her backside. The sound of your name snaps you out of your reverie and draws your attention back to her face. A coy smile dances across her lips as she bats her eyes at you.
>"Don't think too long, or I'll come out and make ordering over the phone that much harder."
>She winks and holds up a finger, as if that would drive home her threat before sashaying into the bedroom. As for you, you can't do a phone-pat-down fast enough. The order is placed in record time and you hustle after your girlfriend. It's going to be a long night.
Like I said, not sure if it's hip enough. But Swiggity Swooty and all that. Thanks.
Yeah, I'm hard-pressed to find to many I've taken that are lets say, 'flattering' but I've got a few
this is the best I've got mulp
Should I try? Will a 3DPD ever live up to my waifu?
I think I have a viable chance
Do your legs know that they're legs, Anon?
I'm not your buddy, pal
It came about because Equestria Girls has some of the biggest spergs on the board, and Sunset has/had bigger spergs still. So when somebody made a couple jokes about going to church (which had been done several times with many different characters) they lost it.
It perpetuates itself because spergs keep sperging.
I mean, we been dead a while. Ironically, it did kinda bring some life into Sunny. Wasn't done in a good way, don't get me wrong, but the efforts almost appreciated, ya know?
Shimmer is best pone
Anybody know what happened to that guy who was making the Sunny doll a while back?
Now, now, Anon. Now is not the time for gets.
That comes later.
Wish I knew. That was some creative stuff he was doing.
that's a shame. How far did he end up getting?
No clue. If he stopped posting, that's probably because he ended up
burying his face into the doll's MASSIVE CHEST
Please tell me he actually did that.
I can only hope that he's in a better place, seeing as it's been a month since he posted. Godspeed Sewing Anon, may jubblies guide you to your rest.
Ye. They're cute.