>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.

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>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.

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>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.

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>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.

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>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.

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>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.

