>You're Anon. >And you were certain you'd get her this time >You upturned the bucket of industrial strength glue and poured it all over the road. >The plan was to capture Flare so you could have sex with her. >Normally you'd try to woo her or simply just rape, but Flare was a wily one, and a lesbian at that. >Every time you tried to manhandle her, she'd take to the sky and snicker at your failure. >"Ha! Not this time." >The bucket of glue empty, you tossed it away and took cover behind a bush, net in hand. >Flare would be coming up the road any minute now. >There she was! Her fiery orange mane stood out clearly in the gloom that pervaded Hollow Shades. >She just trotted along the road, seemingly oblivious to your trap. >Eventually, she came to the puddle of glue, glistening in the moonlight. >She quirked her brow and leaned down to sniff it. >Flare shook her head and continued straight through the puddle. >And... down the road. >What? >You stepped out from behind the bush and looked between her and the glue. >"God damn it! I knew that salespony had to be lying!" >You stepped up and pressed your hand into the puddle, pulling it out. >Nothing, not sticky at all. >It didn't even come away on your hand. >You sat down in it. >Last time you trust a pony with a smile that wide. >Guess it's back to the drawing board. >You moved to get up, but couldn't, your ass seemingly glued to the ground. >Fucks sake. >The bucket caught your eye, then the big red lettering on the side that you'd failed to read. >"Slow acting adhesive." >Flare 'KeeKee'ed in the night. ----- >Be Anon again. >This time. >THIS TIME, you were certain you'd get that firebat booty. >You'd managed to scrape together the fund to buy a cannon. >The major difference between this cannon and normal cannons was that this one was designed to fire a net. >Flare wasn't stupid, she wasn't going to just stand in front of a cannon and wait for you to fire it, so you had built a giant paper apple to conceal the canon. >Flare loved apples, she wouldn't be able to resist. >She would stand in front of the cannon, stare at the fake apple, you would fire the cannon, and she would be ensnared in your net. >It was the perfect plan! >What could go wrong? >Putting the finishing touches on the hopefully convincing giant 2d apple, you heard Flare begin her approach. >Right on schedule. >You propped the big apple up against the barrel and took your place behind the cannon, fuse in hand as you prepared to fire. >The delectable little bat passed by and sure enough, caught sight of the big paper apple. >"Oh my gosh! Look at the size of that apple!" >She immediately approached and spent a while gazing up at it in awe. >Silly mare, she was right in the middle of your elaborate trap. >You lit the fuse. >You covered your ears. >You waited for the boom. >... >And waited... >It never came. >Opening your eyes, you took a look at the fuse. >It had run out, the cannon should have fired! >This didn't make sense. >You scratched your head in confusion. >Flare eventually lost interest in the big fake apple and continued on her way. >But you were determined to figure out what went wrong! >Moving the big apple out of the way you looked into the barrel of the cannon. >"It's a dud." >You kicked the barrel in frustration, a resounding boom sending you flying backwards as the net flew out and entrapped you, pinning you against a nearby tree. >Flare 'KeeKee'ed in the night. ----- >You're Anonymous, and it's time to go medieval. >This time, Flare was on night watch. >The patrol, not the pony. >Except she was doing it in the sky. >Sitting there triumphantly on her cloud. >Well, human ingenuity would allow you to get to her. >Unfortunately, you could hardly afford to assemble an aircraft. >So you did the next best thing, you stitched together a crude wingsuit that was attached to your actual suit. >It was useless right now, though, Hollow Shades sat in a a sort of... well... Hollow. >No high points to jump from. >Therefore, human ingenuity. >You made a catapult! >It was about the size of a house, it had to be to launch you up that high. >She's so high. >High above you >She's so lovely. >It was time. You tied the rope to the catapults arm and began to crank it back. >Satisfied with the arms tension, you climbed up and into the bucket and reached behind you with a pair of over sized scissors, preparing to cut the restraining rope. >Flare sat on her cloud, oblivious to your impending arrival. >Damn it, this time for sure you would get to cum inside! >With a quiet snip, the scissors did their work and you braced to be launched into the sky. >Only it didn't happen. >In an act that defied all the laws of physics, the wooden arm strained as though still held back by the restraining rope. >You checked. >Nope, gone, nothing was restr- >With a twang, the arm swung up! >And then down, flinging you face down into the dirt with a great deal of force. >With a pained groan, you realised that you'd forgotten to add the cross beam to prevent the arm fro swinging all the way around. >Flare 'KeeKee'ed in the night. ----- >You're Anon. >And you've acquired a new tool in your quest for Flare's bat pussy. >Through some back alley deals and black market browsing, you'd gotten your hands on a 'Gate' spell. >Flare can run, but she can't hide from a Pit Fiend! >Using a can of spray paint, you marked the ground with arcane sigils and began to cast your spell. >The fiery gates of hell opened at your command and out stepped a Pit Fiend in all its glory. >"WHO DARES SUMMON ME?!" >You stepped into view, ready to command the demon to capture Flare so you could finally get the horse pussy. "I do! And I command you to capture a pony and bring her to me!" >The Pit Fiend looked down at you with its baleful eyes and laughed, "NO, I THINK I WOULD RATHER DEVOUR YOUR BONES, INSTEAD!" >You laughed right back at the Pit Fiend, confident that he couldn't hurt you, as you were under the effects of a 'Protection from Evil' spell. >... >That you'd forgotten to cast on yourself >Well, shit. ~ >Be Flare now, and Anon had just run past you, screaming. >Soon, a colossal, demonic looking thing came into view, presumably chasing Anon. >It stopped and looked down at you. "Hi!" >"HELLO, PUNY HORSE! DID YOU HAPPEN TO SEE A CORPSE RUNNING PAST JUST NOW?!" >You thought about it. "Oh! You mean, Nonny? Yeah, he went that way." >The Pit Fiend leaned in closer and sniffed at you, "UGH! DO ALL OF YOU HAVE PROTECTION FROM EVIL ON?" >You giggled and dodged the question. "Nonny's getting away, Mr Demon.~" >"SO HE IS, I WILL GRIND HIS BONES INTO DUST!" >With that, it took off after Anon again. >You keekee'd in the night. ----- >Be Anonymous >Summoning demons from the fiery pits of hell didn't work out. >You shuddered. >Never again. >This time, though, you felt lucky. >With some effort, you'd managed to track down a pony who sold wands and bought one that cast paralysis. >Guaranteed! >All you had to do was walk up to Flare, point, utter the command word and out would fly a ball of energy that would paralyse Flare on contact. >F-For fun sexy times. >Flare was at a small cafe run by some Unicorn that had moved in, hell if you could remember her name. >What mattered was the ass that was nestled in one of the chairs. >Flare's ass. >She was innocently sipping a hot chocolate when she spotted you, "Hey, Anon! I see that Pit Fiend didn't get you." >You raised the wand and pointed it at her. >She stared at you obliviously. >You uttered the command word. >She tilted her head. >And nothing happened, the wand was a dud! "God damn it!" >Flare frowned at you in concern as she took her hot chocolate and left you standing there as you tried to figure out what had gone wrong. >You pointed it again and tried several variations of the command word. >Eventually, you hit the right one and cheered as the spell fired. >Unfortunately, you hadn't been looking where you were aiming and the spell rebounded off the window of the cafe, flying right back at you. >Your muscles seized up and you cursed internally, knowing you were about to spend all night standing there helplessly. >In Hollow Shades. >Flare keekee'd in the night. ----- >You're still Anonymous. >And Flare now sat up on a cloud, sleeping. >Now was the perfect time for rape. >That is if you could get up there. >To that end, you'd acquired a Dimension Door spell. >The plan was to cast it, get up on that cloud, and rape Flare. >It was perfect, and this time, you'd made sure that the spell wouldn't misfire. >There would be no escape, you'll finally acquire bat pussy. >Taking a handful of sand, you threw it in the air before you and began uttering the arcane language that would form the transdimensional door. >The sand floated in the air in a vague circle shape and you used your fingers to draw the form of a door in the air. >It shimmered in place, opening to reveal a void that soon clarified, revealing Flare just a step away, sleeping, helpless. >Just waiting for your hot monkey dick. >You stepped through triumphantly and prepared yourself to give Flare the dicking she most desperately needed. >The door behind you closed as the spell ran its course, but no matter, you could just cast another one. >And then something occurred to you. >Humans couldn't walk on clouds. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck...!" >You fell through the floor of the cloud and back down to Earth, landing painfully, a cloud of dust rising up around you. >The commotion had woken the little bat mare up and she looked over the lip of the cloud and smiled at you. >Flare keekee'd in the night.