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RalliART [Chapter 4] Birthday

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>74 days.
>74 days in this foreign land of talking p0nies with magic and shit.
>You’re starting to forget what other humans look like.
>Your own body is starting to feel foreign.
>Thoughts of home have grown few and far between.
>You’ve accepted the fact you’re going to be here for X amount of time.
>Celestia said she has p0nies looking at trans-dimensional spells, but to experiment with magic like that… it’s basically suicide.
>So you’ve come to terms with your… situation.
>But enough with these shitty thoughts.
>Today is your twentieth birthday.
>And you’ll be damned if thoughts of home mess it up.
- - - - -
>Why does the sun have to be -so- bright in the mornings?
>Just as you turn over, the door to your room swings open.
>She never grasped the concept of knocking, but then again, it is HER castle.
“For once, could you, I don’t know, maybe -not- raise the sun? It is my birthday after all.”
>Tia: “Hmm… Okay Anon, just for you.”
“Really?”
>Tia: “No.”
>Fuck.
>You give her the best deadpan stare you can muster, to which she just laughs.
>Tia: “So Anon, *chuckle*, do you have anything planned for today?”
“Actually… I was planning on spending all day with you.”
>Tia: “Really?”
“No.”
>It’s her turn to give you a deadpan stare.
>ComicallyLargeSmugGrin.png
>A white aura surrounds Celestia’s horn.
>Oh God.
>You don’t like where this is going.
>Maya obviously didn’t either, considering she’s now sitting next to Celestia.
>Traitorous animaOOOOHHHHHHHHH SHIT.
>You clutch at the bed sheets–not that it does much good–as you slide across your bed.
>Your face impacts the cold marble floor, closely followed by the rest of your body.
>You look up at Celestia, a triumphant grin on her face.
>Tia: “I believe you were just about to tell me what you had planned for today?” she said as you got to your feet.
>You let out a small yawn, stretching your arms as you do.
“Well… I have a few things planned with Soarin and Spitfire, and then later on a few of us are going out on the town.”
>Tia: “And you’re quite… excited about that?”
>What does she mean by that?
“Uhh… yeah, I am. What makes you say that?”
>She doesn’t respond, only letting her gaze fall to your boxer shorts, then looking back up at you with her cute little smile she does so well.
>You look down and realize what she was going on about. It appears you’re pitching a bit of a tent right now.
>Oh God… this is… rather awkward.
>You return your gaze to Celestia, that smile of hers only getting wider.
>You put on the best poker face you can muster, which only elicits a giggle from her.
>Tia: “I think I’ll leave you to it… Don’t keep me waiting too long though.”
>And with that she turns and walks towards the door. You swear she was jiggling her flank a little as she left the room.
>You quickly don a shirt and shorts and make your way to the dining room with Maya in tow.
>Celestia was waiting for you at the usual table. It was the basic routine you’d gotten yourself into.
>Every morning, Celestia would be a bitch and wake you up bright and early.
>If this ever happened back home, you would have gone ballistic. Here, though, you never feel tired from a lack of sleep, only physically weary, so sleeping is more of a convenience than a necessity (although of late it was becoming increasingly difficult to actually fall asleep).
>Celestia said it was ‘due to the loose magical energy that’s all over Equestria, or some shit’.
>Her words, not yours.
>Well… maybe a little bit of your words.
>You would then join her for breakfast. Afterwards, she would go off and do her ‘royal duties’ while you would go and get some nice exercise.
>Well… you say nice. But the ogling from some of the on looking mares was a little… off-putting. But once you’d finished, the rest of your day was pretty much free.
- - - - -
>You join Celestia at the table, eager to get your morning ritual out of the way so you can meet up with Spitfire and Soarin.
>Ahhh good. Waiter von Waiterson the Third is serving this morning. You’ve developed a rather twisted enjoyment in fucking with this guy. -Not- because of him being a fuck the first few days you were here, rather what he did after he learned of Fleur’s… proposition.
>God only knows his logic behind this, but he spread a rumour around that you were… having intimate relations with Fleur.
>So the city has been abuzz with the idea of a human having sex with a… -the- top model of Canterlot.
>You’d hoped all this attention would have deterred her.
>But no.
>She’s used it to further her advances on you… in public. Rubbing up against you, things like that.
>And when you denied it, she just played it off as you getting used to the idea of fucking a p0ny.
>Which admittedly, you were. Not that you already had, and the idea of such a thing still kind of made you uneasy, but you have come to the realization that you may be here for a while, and with your sex drive, it was going to be hell if you kept the same mentality.
- - - - -
>Mr. D: “Good morning, princess. What would you like today?”
>Ignoring you, as is tradition.
>Tia: “Good morning Waiter vo…”
>Did she just?
>…
>Yup.
>You can barely control your laughter; at least you’re doing a better job of hiding it than Celestia is of hiding her now beet red cheeks.
>Waiter von Waiterson the Third gives Celestia an ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ look before returning to his usual apathetic expression.
>Tia: “I… uh. Sorry, Mr. D’oeuvre. I’ll have some of that French toast that Anon informed us about, please.”
>He scribbles down Celestia’s order and turns to you, still not saying anything.
>You put on your best pouty face and cross your arms, staring right into Waiter von Waiterson the Third’s soul.
>Well, you aren’t sure about that last part, but you’d like to think you were.
>An awkward silence fills the room. Celestia just looks between the two of you like she was expecting a fight to break out or something. Maya… wasn’t really bothered at all.
>Waiter von Waiterson the Third finally breaks the silence after what seemed like… a few seconds really.
>Mr. D: “What?”
>You can’t put into words how flat his tone is, it actually catches you slightly off guard but you don’t let that show.
“It’s my birthday.”
>Mr. D: “So?”
“So… I want you to sing me Happy Birthday.”
>Mr. D: “What..?”
“You heard me.”
>Mr. D: “You cannot be serious.”
“Deadly.”
>He gives Celestia another ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ look, but she just shrugs.
>He lets out a heavy sigh and returns his gaze to you.
>Mr. D: “happybirthdaytoyou. happybirthdaytoyou. happybirthdaydearanon. happybirthdaytoyou.”
>His tone wasn’t as jolly as you’d have liked it to be, but you weren't mean enough to ask him to do it again.
“Was that so hard? Now, I would also like some French toast… and bring the syrup out with you.”
>He jots down your order and retires to the kitchen.
“I can NOT believe you called him that.”
>Tia: “Called who what?”
“Don’t play games with me -princess-.”
>Tia: “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
>She flashes you a mischievous smile.
>Tia: “Oh and one more thing, happy birthday Anon.”
>She did it on… purpose?
>You return her smile with one of your own.
>You both share a small laugh before continuing on with idle conversation.
>Shit you almost forgot.
“Could you mind Maya for me today? I’m busy most of the day and I can’t really take care of her.”
>Tia: “Of course, Anon. I don't mind helping you hide the fact that you're incapable of caring for another being.”
>You give her a deadpan stare, but she just smiles.
- - - - -
>The rest of breakfast is rather uneventful. You basically shovel the French toast into your mouth, wanting to get breakfast over and done with so you can finish your morning routine.
>Your run is also rather uneventful, with no sign of Fleur whatsoever. It should be a relief but you can’t shake the feeling she’s planning something.
>You arrive back at the Palace and head into the gardens, starting off your strength training.
>You’re in the middle of a set of pushups when you feel something furry land on your back. You’re just about to freak the fuck out when you register how heavy this thing is.
>Your arms buckle under the added weight and you flop onto the ground. You look back over your shoulder and lock your gaze with a pair of fiery orange eyes.
>Spitfire…
>Spits: “Oh, please don’t stop on my account.”
>A sly smile creeps onto her face.
“Well maybe if you weren’t so heavy…”
>A hoof connects with the back of your head, dazing you slightly.
>Spits: “Watch your bucking tongue.”
“Or what?”
>Spits: “Or I’ll—”
>You quickly reach around and grab one of her legs, tearing her off your back. You then jump on top of her, pinning Spitfire underneath you.
“Or you’ll?”
>A slight red flush forms on her cheeks, but you think nothing of it.
>Spits: “I’ll…”
>She wriggles around trying to free herself from the position you have her pinned in but has no luck.
>With nothing useful coming to mind, you blow a massive raspberry on her stomach, sending her into a giggling fit.
>Spits: “A… Anon *giggle* Qui… QUIT IT!”
>*POMF*
>Spitfire’s wings are now jutting out from under her, the blush on her face darkening as she realizes what’s happened, not that you understand.
“Who’s the most awesome person in Equestria?”
>Spits: “ANON, get offa me!”
>You blow another raspberry on her stomach before returning to your previous position.
“I’ll say it again… Who’s the most awesome person in Equestria?”
>Spits: “You are.”
“The bravest?”
>Spits: “You are.”
“The strongest?”
>Spits: “You are.”
“The sexiest?”
>Spits: “You… are.”
“Gotcha.”
>You roll off Spitfire and lay down on your back. You just look at the sky for a moment, not thinking about anything, just staring blankly at its beauty.
>You’re so caught up in your train of not thought that you fail to notice Spitfire next to you desperately trying to fold her wings back to her sides.
>A frustrated sigh from Spitfire pulls you out of your little day dream.
“Hey Spits?”
>Spits: “Yeah?”
“What happened to your mane?”
>Spits: “Oh, I brushed it.”
“Going all out for tonight, are we?”
>Spitfire punches your arm.
>Spits: “Shut up.”
“It looks nice.”
>Spits: “You… think so?”
“Yeah, you’ll have the stallions lining up, just you wait.”
>Spitfire titters a little at hearing that. You roll over and resume your pushups.
“So, are you looking forward to tonight?”
>Spits: “You’re the one who should be looking forward to it.”
“… Do you guys have something planned?”
>Spits: “Maybe… You’ll just have to wait and see.”
“You guys haven’t organized some kind of p0ny stripper have you?”
>Spits: “What..? No.”
“Cause you know, you guys are naked most of the time anyway.”
>Spits: “Heh, yeah.”
>You finish off your last set and pick yourself off the ground.
“Well, I’m done here. So I’ll just have a quick shower and meet with you and Soarin by the garage?”
>It wasn’t really a garage, just somewhere Celestia let you keep your cars. Which reminds you: Twilight managed to recreate the fuels for the cars. They’re a little more volatile than before but that doesn’t bother you in the slightest; it actually increased the acceleration slightly.
>Celestia’s engineers took a look at how the cars ticked. She was thinking about incorporating them into p0ny society but decided against it because of the amount of resources required to replicate a car. As a result of their experiments you now have 3 replicas of your main race car, though they have no paintjob or decals on them.
>Spits: “Ok, but don’t take too long. You know how impatient Soarin is.”
“Yeah… Soarin’s the impatient one.”
>Spitfire pokes her tongue out at you before taking off into the sky, leaving a trail of fire streaking behind her.
>You make a mad dash for your room, locking the door behind you as you enter. You do a quick sweep of your room and the balcony.
>No Fleur in sight.
>Letting out a sigh of relief, you quickly strip down and head into the bathroom.
>?: “Fancy seeing you here, Anonymous.”
- - - - - -
Instrumental: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FIHRIFpDXB4
Non-instrumental: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gOHvDP_vCs
- - - - - -
>Oh fuck…
>Your body seizes up in fear.
>Fleur.
>You’d know that voice anywhere.
>Slowly, you turn to face the… guest in your bathroom.
“… Hello Fleur.”
>Lis: “Why the harsh tone? Are you not… -excited- to see me?”
>A pale pink surrounds her horn and you feel a strange pressure run along your exposed chest, paying special attention to your abdominals.
>It’s like the very air around you is condensing and running along your skin.
>Your body snaps straight and a shroud of darkness covers your eyes.
>Lis: "Sorry about having to do that, doll, but I wouldn't want you to do something… brash."
>You let out a sharp gasp as the sensation moves downstairs. Running up and down you length, gently caressing the tip each time.
>Lis: “Look Anon, no hooves! Oh wait, you can’t see.” She lets out throaty giggle at her own joke.
>Beads of sweat start to form on your forehead as she continues her work.
“Wha… what isss…”
>You let out another sharp gasp as she increases the pressure on you.
>Lis: “All you have to do is ask, you know?”
>Your mind is fogged with the mounds of pleasure that Fleur’s actions are causing. You feel all the muscles in your back tense up as your peak approaches.
>Lis: “Just take my hoof, lead me into that room right there and rut me senseless.”
>You feel her dance across your face as she brings her lips to your own. You can’t help but notice how soft and delicate they are. If she had gone about this differently, you probably would’ve given in to her demands.
>Lis: “But...” she said, running her tail across your lower body as she circled you, “...if you don't, I'll just leave you here. Like this. Just you and your...” she shudders against you, “hands.”
>And with that, she leaves the room, her restraints leaving your body and your vision slowly returning.
>The sudden change of force causes your legs to give way beneath you. The floor embraces your limp form as the sensation on your manhood dissipates into nothingness.
>You feel rather disorientated and your mind is clouded with conflicting thoughts. So you just sit there, letting your head sort out what has just occurred.
>The door to the bathroom swings open. You strain your eyes and catch a glimpse of a fiery mane.
>Spitfire.
>Spits: “I saw Fleur out on the balcony… Are you okay man?”
“Urrgghh.”
>Spits: “She didn’t… you know… rape you, did she?”
>You try and force out some words but only manage a slight groan.
>You feel Spitfire’s snout bump your face. You reach out and pull her into a hug, her hair tickles your face as it skims across it.
>Spits: “Hey...”
“SHH! No tears, only dreams now.”
>Spits: “What the buck? Anon…”
>She lets out a soft sigh as you begin stroking her ear; you’re running on auto pilot while your love-drunk brain tries to process what the hell is going on.
>Spits: “A…Anon st… stop it.”
>A hoof connects with your jaw. It doesn’t hurt much, but it is enough to knock you out of the magic, blue-ball induced trance that Fleur put you in.
"Wh... Oh God."
>Spitfire rolls away from you and sits herself up, wings outstretched and a red flush on her face.
>You attempt to cover your man bits but realize she's probably seen enough of them right now not to care.
>Spits: "Explain. Now."
"Ugh, can't it wait?"
>Spits: "I just had your dick rubbing against my legs, Anon. I think now."
"Oh shit, really? Well here goes. "
- - - - -
>Spits: "So you're saying she raped you... with magic?"
"Basically, yeah."
>Spits: "That's bucked up."
"Well… I mean… I wouldn't have been opposed to… you know… her finishing the job."
>Spitfire shoots you a disgusted look.
>Spits: “Seriously dude? HER? You want HER to be you’re first marefriend?”
“Calm down Spits, it was only a joke. Now, go and meet up with Soarin, I’ll be down in ten.”
>Spits: “Try not to get raped this time, yeah?”
“Alright, alright. You can fuck off now.”
>She sticks her tongue out at you before leaving the room.
- - - - -
>Soar: “Hey man, what took you so long?”
“I had an unexpected… guest”
>Soar: “Fleur?”
“Yup.”
>Soar: “Sly dog.”
“Not like that bro, never. Well, not with her anyway.”
>Soar: “I don’t know why you’re being such a filly about it, dude. If I were you, I’d be up in that sweet flank of hers 24 bucking 7.”
“Well you can have her -dude-.”
>Spits: “Both of you shut the buck up!”
>Spitfire shoots you and Soarin a dirty glare before regaining her composure and turning to you.
>Spits: “Now Anon. Can we -please- get this show on the road?”
“Sure thing, Spits.”
- - - - - -
May want to look at these if you don’t know what they are. Up to you.
Understeer = http://flemingsultimategarageblog.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/understeer.jpg
Hammerhead corner = http://images.wikia.com/gran-turismo/images/8/82/Topgear_test_track.gif
Fishtailing = When the back of the car shimmies from side to side under heavy braking.
- - - - - -
>You hop in the farthest left of the new racing car clones. One of Celestia’s engineers had been so kind as to take the speed limiter off this particular clone.
>Fuel pump ON, ignition ON, and GO.
>The engine coughs into life as the fuel is pumped around inside. This being its first start maybe you should have bled the system a bit first.
>Oh well, too late for that now.
>You roll the car out of the garage and stop in front of Soarin and Spitfire.
“Spitfire, you hop in next to me. Soarin, considering you love flank so much… you can get in the back.
>Soarin lets out a rather loud groan before flying over to the back of the car. Both he and Spitfire are much smaller than Celestia so this is altogether a -much- more dignified act.
>You pull the lever that opens up the trunk, and watch as Soarin maneuvers himself through the roll cage to a position where he can somewhat restrain himself.
>He actually manages to do it rather well; he didn’t even hit his head.
>Soar: “*CLONK* BUCKING OW!”
>Scratch that.
>You turn to face Spitfire who has somehow managed to get in her seat and do the five point harness up without you noticing.
>That look is very…
>Smug.
>Time to wipe that grin off her face.
“You all good back there Soarin?”
>He gives you a determined nod.
>Let’s go, then.
>You quickly scan the area in front of you. A long straight, followed by a ninety degree turn out the west gate. Perfect.
>You lock your eyes on Spitfire. She’s still wearing her smug smile.
>Giving the engine some throttle; you can her three loud bangs erupt from the back end as some un-burnt fuel is dumped in the exhaust manifold.
>Your gaze on Spitfire never falters, and neither does hers.
- - - - - -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pl2IUnbcdZ0
- - - - - -
>You let the clutch out and start ascending the gears as the car rockets forward. Your eyes stay locked on Spitfire the whole time.
>She tries to match your stare but loses her nerve and starts flicking her eyes between you and the road ahead.
>The smug smile is now gone from her face and replaced with one of fear.
>Spits: “ANON!”
>You jump on the brakes, give the E Brake a little tug and let the back step out of line. The car doesn’t take to well to the cobblestone, the tires reacting differently to every little bump (they're probably being shredded on this surface). You hope Soarin’s holding on back there.
>You catch the rear as you wrestle with the steering wheel for dominance. The car really didn’t like cobblestone.
>The tires find traction and you gun it through the castle gates out toward the old dirt mountain roads.
>Cost of a new set of tires: sixty bits. Spitfire’s expression right now: Priceless.
>You don't let her have a chance to calm down. You knew these mountain roads like the back of your hand now so it wasn't a problem to go a bit balls out.
>You hit the rev limiter approaching the corner to the old mountain pass road, a series of loud backfires spew out the exhaust as you clip the apex.
>This substitute Twilight came up with sure was volatile.
>You push fourth gear as you enter the tree line.
>A blind hill comes into view. Most people would back off but you keep your foot welded to the floor.
>The rev counter hits the redline as the tires leave the dirt surface.
>Spitfire sense this and lets out a rather high-pitched scream, you respond with a primal roar of your own.
>The suspension gives out a loud groan as the car reconnects with the ground.
>You give the E Brake an almighty pull, causing the rear wheels to lock up.
>You turn into the hairpin corner, the back sliding out as you do. Countering the slide with some opposite lock, you dump the clutch and blast out of the corner.
>The next corner was a tricky one. Hammerhead, it was called. A sharp left quickly followed by a long banking right. Four wheel drive cars had a tendency to under steer through them, only problem with that on this corner is the fact there is no runoff room; just a straight drop down the mountainside.
>Well, you've come this far.
>You turn into the hard left, the car lurching to one side. Dropping down a gear, you turn into the long banking right. You see Spitfire’s eyes shrink to the size of pinpricks as she spots the edge of the corner.
>The tell-tale under steer rears its ugly head, sending the car spearing toward the edge.
>You floor the throttle as the back slides out. Keeping your foot hard down you play with the steering, trying to find traction.
>The front wheels dig in and pull you away from the edge of corner. Soarin must be shitting himself right now.
>A quick glance in the rear view mirror revealed the he was actually having the time of his life. Spitfire on the other hand... not so much.
>A long straight stretched out in front of you. Time to see if the engineer kept his word.
>You wind up the engine, making snap gear changes just before you hit the rev limiter.
>150.
>You grab sixth gear and bury the throttle for this last push.
>170.
>180.
>Well there goes the speed limiter.
>190.
>The next corner is rapidly coming into view now.
>200.
>Come on....
>210.
>217.
>You slam on the brakes, descending the gears as fast as you could manage. The car starts fishtailing under the heavy braking.
>You rip the E Brake as hard as you can, the car sliding around the last hairpin bend in your little mountain pass.
>The road merges with the one you just came down and you gun it down the straight again.
>Before you know it, you’re back at the Canterlot west gate.
>You park up in the makeshift garage and set about helping Spitfire out of her seat. She’s a little on edge, which is understandable considering you almost killed her about thirteen times in the last half hour.
>You open the trunk to a rather ecstatic Soarin.
>Soar: “DUDE! THAT WAS SO BUCKING AWESOME!”
“You ain’t seen anything yet.”
>Soar: “I’ve got an idea for some extra fun, remind me about it later on. I think you’ll like it.”
“I have a bad feeling about this…”
>Soar: “Don’t worry dude, it’s a bucking killer idea.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
>Spits: “I hate to interrupt, but I have a lunch date with the girls I’d rather not be late for. Happy Birthday Anon and… thanks for that, it was actually really fun.”
>Soar: “Fun? You were scared out of your bucking mind!”
>Soarin proceeds to laugh his flank off at Spitfire while she just scowls at him.
>Spits: “I’ll see you two tonight.”
“Yeah, see ya Spits.”
>She flashes you a smile before flying off to her lunch date.
“So, we have a few hours to kill. What do you want to do, Soarin?”
>Soar: “Dude… we should get a pie.”
“Of course…”
- - - - - -
>SA: “Hurry up Anon, we’re going to be late.”
“Shiny, calm down. You can’t be late to a club.
>Soar: “I don’t see why you -have- to wear clothes all the time. Nop0ny else does.”
“Yes, and I’m not a p0ny. Apart from the obvious factor of how cold I would get without fur, I’d rather not have everyone staring at my junk. ‘Humans do kind of just let it hang out there for all to see’. Celestia’s words, not mine.
>Soar: “You showed the princess your junk?!”
>Shining armor gives you a deadpan stare.
“No! She kind of walked into my room and I was naked and it just went from there.”
>Soar: “So you’re saying you bucked the princess?”
“What? No. Does everything have to be about fucking with you? And besides, I don’t even think of mares in that way.”
>Soar: “Well you’d better change your tone soon. Cause the way I see it, you’re going to be here for a long time, bro… and unless you’re a colt cuddler, that’s a long time to go without some sweet marehood.”
>SA: “While I wouldn’t put it like… well, that, he is right, Anon. You’re going to be with us for a long time whether you like it or not. And I bet finding a special somep0ny would make it all that much more enjoyable.”
>You let out a long sigh and nod.
“You guys are right, it’s just…”
>Soar: “What? Mares ain’t good enough for you, bud?”
“That’s not what I meant…”
>SA: “He doesn’t want just -any- mare Soarin. He wants Celestia.”
>Soar: “Bro… really?”
“I… uh… well…”
>SA: “Well what? I’ve seen the looks you two give each other. Don’t try and pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about because I know you do.”
>Soar: “Bucking hit that flank. You’ll go down in the history books, dude!”
“I’m not going to ‘hit that flank’ Soarin…”
>SA: “While I disagree with Soarin’s choice of words, if you don’t say anything to her about it, I just know you’re going to regret it someday.”
“My feelings for her aside, it doesn’t change the fact that she’s…
>SA: “A p0ny?”
“Well… Yeah.”
>Soar: “P0nies not good enough for you, earth boy?”
“No it’s not that, it’s just…”
>SA: “Just what? Does it matter? She’s a sentient being just like you.”
>You reach for a bottle of Applejack Daniels and pour three shots. Shiny levitates one out of your hand and you pass another to Soarin.
“Look, I know you’re right Shiny, but this is a discussion for another time. Because tonight… we’re getting royally fucked up.”
>You all raise your shot glasses before downing the pale brown liquid inside them.
- - - - - -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QpTpPmrbwvI
"See Shiny? They ar..."
>Spits: "Hey guys! Nice of you to join us."
>Spitfire waves you all over to the bar. A pale blue maned mare is sitting next to her.
"Hey Misty, good to see you out."
>Mis: "Are you kidding Anon? I wouldn't miss my favorite human’s birthday for the world."
>Spitfire thumps the bar and motions to the bartender.
>Five shots land in front of her and she passes the bartender several bits.
>Spits: "To Anon."
>All: "ANON!"
>You quickly down the contents of the shot.
>Ooh that burn feels good.
>Spits: "Come on Anon, we're going on the dance floor."
"Oh God no... I'm not drunk enough for that."
>Spitfire motions the bartender over again. She says something to him but you can't hear it over the music.
>Two shots land in front of you; one filled with a clear liquid and the other with some blue liquid in it.
>You give Spitfire a confused look to which she just winks.
>It's free alcohol... you're game.
>You grab both shots and dump them both in your mouth. The two drinks mix together in your mouth The taste is rather indescribable; you imagine that if it was possible to drink electricity, it would taste like that.
>The sensation of the liquid sliding down your throat makes all the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.
>The drink certainly loosens you up, considering you basically drag Spitfire to the dance floor.
>Then you realize you have no idea how to dance...
"Spitfire, I have no idea how to dance."
>Spits: "Improvise."
>Fuck it... p0nies don't know how humans dance, time to mix shit up.
>You try and follow Spitfire's lead but realize it’s a bit pointless when you walk on two legs.
>You think back to some music videos you've seen on earth and try and copy some of the moves in them.
>Spitfire seems amused at your new dance style but keeps on dancing regardless. What you don't notice is the increasing amount of p0nies that have stopped dancing and instead are watching you.
>In fact, you only realize this when it's just you standing in the middle of an empty circle of p0nies, Spitfire included.
>Oh shit, is this one of those times where you're meant to do an epic dance solo?
>No time to think, gotta dance.
>You bust out the 'epic moves' that somewhat represent a seizure. But you don't give a fuck. That buzz from those double shots still sitting in the back of your head.
>To your surprise, Spitfire trots up to meet you.
>She stops a little short and rears up onto her back legs and walks out to you, albeit a little awkwardly.
"Uhhh, what are you doing?"
>Spits: "Improvising."
>The current song finishes and Spitfire winks at you, a blush on her cheeks. Or that could be the lights, you’re not sure.
- - - - - -
Instrumental: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5-oGYmShX5Q
Non instrumental: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wyx6JDQCslE
- - - - - -
>Awwwwwww shit.
>‘No Anon… don’t do it.’
>TOO LATE.
>You rip your shirt off, give it a spin and toss it into the crowd.
>Fucks given = 0.
>You turn back to spitfire.
“Think you can keep up?”
>Spits: “Watch me.”
>You start off slow, making sure Spitfire can match what you’re doing.
>She seems to take to it easy enough. Time to step it up.
>You pick up the pace and fall into the rhythm of the song with Spitfire following suit.
>You keep it up as the beat builds, waiting for your cue.
>You pull Spitfire against you, slowly grinding against her keeping in time with the beat.
>Ok, if you weren’t sure before, you’re certain now, there is definitely a blush on Spitfire’s cheeks, and a dark one at that.
>I got passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it, show it, show it, show it…
“I’M SEXY AND I KNOW IT!”
>You break this shit down the best way you know how.
>Pelvic…
>Thrusts…
>Bitches…
>The crowd seems to like this move (especially the female members [spoiler]if you know what I mean[/spoiler]).
>Judging by the amount of cheering and whistling going on, and the state of Spitfire’s cheeks, you’d say this went rather well.
>The p0ny circle disperses and forms back into the crowd it was before. Some of them even try dancing on two hooves with varying amounts of success.
>Hey, where's your shirt?
>'You threw it into the crowd remember?'
>Shit... at least it isn't cold in here.
>Spitfire pulls you back over to your spot on the bar. By the looks of it, Soarin may have actually died from laughter.
>Soar: “DUDE… That was bucking hilarious!”
>Mis: “I never took you for a dancer, Anon.”
“Heh, I’m not.”
>SA: “It shows.”
“Fuck you two, alright. I don’t see either of you out there.”
>Spits: “Too much talking, not enough drinking, BARKEEP!”
>An orange maned pegasus mare trots over to spitfire. Soarin lets out a rather loud wolf whistle as she walks past him.
>Soar: “Anon, see her?”
“Erh, yeah…”
>Soar: “I’ll have her.”
>SA: “Just like that?”
>Soar: “Just like that.”
“Come off it man, everyone knows bartenders are the hardest pick-ups.”
>Soar: “Ten bits says I have her tonight.”
“You’re on.”
>Spits: “Ahem.”
>You turn around to face Spitfire and immediately notice the gratuitous amount of shots in front of her.
“What are all those for?”
>Spits: “Well, you’re turning twenty, Anon. In front of me are twenty shots. Four shots each. Think you can handle it?”
“Let’s find out.”
>You grab four of the glasses and finish them in quick succession. You put on a triumphant grin that you suspect may have looked a bit goofy but the alcohol in your blood was affecting your fucks to give.
>Spitfire and Soarin both finish theirs quick enough, Shiny and Misty taking a little longer, but finish them all the same.
>The effects of the alcohol are starting to catch up with you now. Buzzed brain. Slightly blurred vision. All that good stuff.
“Hey Soarin, you wanted me t-to remind you of sumfin.”
>Soar: “Aww, yeeaahhh.”
>He puts his forelegs around you and Shiny and pulls you in closely, his voice changing to a drunken whisper. Which, being drunk, is basically normal talking level.
>Soar: “Okay, h-here’s the plan. This cumming *heh* estrus, we take Anon’s car and *hic* we outrun all the crazy mares in it. Shiny you *hic* can fend off any of the ones that get close w-with your magics.”
“Bro… that sounds…”
>SA: “Awesome!”
>The fuck?
>You give Shiny a quizzical look, but soon realize he is quite drunk and that the alcohol must have taken control over his usually straight forward mind.
>Soar: “So can I count you both *hic* in?”
>Shiny: “YES.”
“…fine.”
>Soar: “Buck yes! I’m holding *hic* the two of you to this.”
“I’m suuure you are.”
>Soarin nods rapidly before turning his gaze back to the bartender.
>Mis: “Hey -Anon-, look who just walked in.”
>You don't like the sound of that...
>Turning to face the doors of the club your suspicions are confirmed.
>Fleur...
"Hey Soarin, stop ogling the b-bartender and look at who just came in."
>He spins on his stool, almost losing his balance in the process. His eyes open wide when he spots her.
>Soar: "Duuude, look who *hic* just arrived."
"Yes, I know who it is cause I just f-fucking told you."
Soar: "Whatevs dude... *hic*..." he lets out a loud gasp at this point and turns to face you, "I JUST GOT THE BESST IDEA EVER."
"Is it trying to outrun a group of horny mares in my car?"
>Soar: "Not quite, we set Shiny *hic* up with Fleur."
"... you can’t be serious?"
>Soar: "It would solve everything."
"And how do you figure that?"
>Soar: "Shiny can finally get some action after *hic* being in Cadence's friendzone for the last ten years and Fleur will stop bugging you."
>That's a fucking stupid idea...
"That's a fucking great idea!"
>Wut...
>Soar: "Hey Shiny! Come here, man."
>A rather drunk Shining Armor trots over to rejoin the group at the bar.
>Soarin points out Fleur in the crowd and pulls Shiny in real close.
>Soar: "You see her, Shiny?"
SA: "Hey... Ishn't that Nomynous's..."
"Anonymous."
>SA: "Yeah that... his *hic* stalker?"
Soar: "Nah man, *hic* that's somep0ny else."
>SA: "Oh, okay."
>Soar: "Now I want you to hit on her," he said while flailing is arm in the general direction of Fleur.
>SA: "But what *hic* about Cadence?"
>Soar: "Buck Cadence man. S-she's just using you."
>SA: "Yeah... YEAH. I'm gonna do it."
>And with that Shiny swaggers out into the crowd to meet Fleur.
"This can only go well."
>Soar: "It will bro, just wait."
>Like fuck it will.
>Shining is going to make an ass out of himself and your problem with Fleur is still going to exist.
- - Fleur PoV - -
>This stallion thinks he is good enough for Fleur?
>HAH. Time to crush his little heart.
>Wait… it’s HIM. The guard who is friends with Anonymous.
>You hatch a cunning plan.
>When Anon sees you with this… guard, it will surely make him jealous.
>So much so that it would make him realise how much he loves the most beautiful p0ny in all of Equestria.
>You, of course.
>And he would be forced to shove away his own friend and embrace you with his *quiver*… hands.
- - Anon PoV - -
>Soar: "Told you."
"Told me wh...ohhhh."
>It appears Fleur is currently shoving her tongue down shining's throat, maybe this will...
>Wait, why is she staring at you?
>...
>Fuck.
- - - - - -
LATER THAT NIGHT.
>Mis: "So you’re saying you'd lick the drink off her stomach?"
"Yeahh... We called them body shots."
>Spits: "Could you *hic* do me?"
"Heh, not with all that fur."
>Mis: "Well... we could do you?"
>Heh. Do you.
"Yes please."
>You’re in the middle of laughing at your own joke when you’re suddenly forced down, your body acting as a bridge between two barstools.
“Hey what’s going on?”
>Mis: “We’re doing you, like *hic* you asked.”
>Heh. Do you…
>…
>Wait.
“No, Spitfire. Not that m…”
>Too late.
>Spitfire empties the rest of an Applejack Daniels on your chest and abs. Most of it just drips onto the floor but they don’t seem worried and the bartender is too busy looking bored as Soarin goes on about something.
>Probably how awesome he thinks he is…
>Looks like he’s ten bits out of pocket.
>Your attention, what’s left of it, is drawn back to the two mares working your upper body with their tongues.
>Small spasms of pleasure surge up your spine as they run over sensitive spots.
>Spitfire makes her way up towards your neck. Silly mare, there’s no booze on your neck.
>You sharply inhale as Spitfire hits some tender spots on your neck.
“Spitfire wha…”
>Tongue.
>In your mouth.
>Spitfire explores every inch of your mouth. In your drunken stupor you have no will to push her away.
>…
>Do you even want her to stop?
>You don’t have much time to think about it before a series of loud shouts makes her stop anyway.
>Soar: “GET BUCKED YOU PUSSY ASS FILLY.”
>?: “THE BUCK DID YOU JUST CALL ME?”
>Soar: “You heard me.” Soarin gets right up in the stallion’s face. This isn’t going to end well. “PUSSY. ASS. FILLY.”
>That’s done it.
>The stallion takes a swing at Soarin but he somehow manages to block it with his wing. He spins around and bucks the stallion, sending him sprawling backwards into the crowd on the dance floor.
>Before you can even get up, a huge earth p0ny bouncer grabs Soarin and drags him out of the club, the bartender from before in tow.
>Sly dog.
>Mis: “Maybe we should…”
“Leave?”
>Spits: “Yeah…”
>Shiny, who has been with Fleur most of the night, also decided it was a good time to leave.
>You regroup with Soarin outside. Fleur was dragging Shiny off somewhere, her eyes locked on you the whole time.
>It was… creepy, to say the least.
>Soar: “Hey Anon, we’re going to head off. It’s been a great night, man.”
“Yeah definitely, laters.”
>Soar: “One more thing, I’ll be wanting those ten bits tomorrow.”
“Yeah, yeah. Well done, you.”
>Soarin grins as they walk off, his wing draped over the bartender.
>Mis: “So what do we do now?”
“Well, I guess I’m heading back to the castle.”
>Spits: “OH MY CELESTIA, CAN WE COME INTO THE PALACE PLEASEEEEE *hic*”
>Mis: “YEAH *hic* PLEASEEEE ANON?”
>This is a really bad idea.
“Sure… it’ll be fun.”
- - Fleur PoV - -
>He… doesn’t even care?
>No. He does…
>He MUST!
>He’s just trying to make YOU jealous.
>Yeah, that’s it.
>Taking those two… FLOOZIES to the castle.
>As soon as you're out of sight he’ll ditch them and head home alone.
>Because his evil plan hasn’t worked.
>Well… Fleur, TOP MODEL OF CANTERLOT, does not get… -jealous-
>You shall wait for him on his balcony.
>And when he sees you, he will be so overcome with lust that he will take you then and there.
>You leave… Anonymous’s friend and make your way to the castle.
>You have a guard to bribe.
- - - - - -
THE NEXT MORNING. - - Anon PoV - -
>You crack open your eyes. Oh God it’s bright.
>The more conscious you become the more you notice the throbbing headache. Last night sure was a blast, you can’t remember much after Soarin got kicked out of the club.
>Good times…
>You roll away from the sun, hoping to sleep off the fucking horrid hangover you have, but stop dead in your tracks when you see what’s next to you.
>Fiery orange mane…
>This can only belong to one p0ny.
>Spitfire.
>Did you fuck her last night?
>…
>Shit you don’t remember.
>If you can slip out of bed, maybe she won’t remember last night either?
>It wasn’t the best plan but it was the only one you could think of at the time.
>You start inching backwards, being extra careful as to not wake Spitfire.
>You bump into something soft. Hesitantly, you roll over to look at the object obscuring your escape.
>Light blue mane.
>Fuck…
>Misty.
>You roll back into the middle of the two sleeping mares.
>Could this morning get any worse?
>?: “Hello, Anonymous.”
>You freeze up. Not her… Not now.
>You look towards the foot of your bed and see Fleur, her half lidded eyes locked on you.
“Fleur…” your voice was nothing more than a whisper.
>Lis: "Now look what we have here… these two managed to break you into the idea of sex with ponies. Can you guess what that means?”
“…”
>Lis: “It means that it's my turn now... And my my my, the sounds they made. You sure know how to give a mare a good time. I can't... wait, to try you out."
>As she was saying that, she circled around your bed like a shark, running her tail along the side and tickling the two mares still sleeping.
>Lis: “Of course, I wouldn’t want these… floozies’ seconds. So I will wait, Anonymous. But my patience does have its limits. I’ll be seeing you... soon.”
>You finally relax as Fleur leaves your room. How did she keep getting in here, anyway?
>A thought for another time, you have a situation on your hands right now; or two situations if you look at it that way.
>Today is going to be… interesting.
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>74 days.
>74 days in this foreign land of talking p0nies with magic and shit.
>You’re starting to forget what other humans look like.
>Your own body is starting to feel foreign.
>Thoughts of home have grown few and far between.
>You’ve accepted the fact you’re going to be here for X amount of time.
>Celestia said she has p0nies looking at trans-dimensional spells, but to experiment with magic like that… it’s basically suicide.
>So you’ve come to terms with your… situation.
>But enough with these shitty thoughts.
>Today is your twentieth birthday.
>And you’ll be damned if thoughts of home mess it up.
- - - - - 
>Why does the sun have to be -so- bright in the mornings?
>Just as you turn over, the door to your room swings open.
>She never grasped the concept of knocking, but then again, it is HER castle.
“For once, could you, I don’t know, maybe -not- raise the sun? It is my birthday after all.”
>Tia: “Hmm… Okay Anon, just for you.”
“Really?”
>Tia: “No.”
>Fuck.
>You give her the best deadpan stare you can muster, to which she just laughs.
>Tia: “So Anon, *chuckle*, do you have anything planned for today?”
“Actually… I was planning on spending all day with you.”
>Tia: “Really?”
“No.”
>It’s her turn to give you a deadpan stare.
>ComicallyLargeSmugGrin.png
>A white aura surrounds Celestia’s horn.
>Oh God.
>You don’t like where this is going.
>Maya obviously didn’t either, considering she’s now sitting next to Celestia.
>Traitorous animaOOOOHHHHHHHHH SHIT.


>You clutch at the bed sheets–not that it does much good–as you slide across your bed.
>Your face impacts the cold marble floor, closely followed by the rest of your body.
>You look up at Celestia, a triumphant grin on her face.
>Tia: “I believe you were just about to tell me what you had planned for today?” she said as you got to your feet.
>You let out a small yawn, stretching your arms as you do.
“Well… I have a few things planned with Soarin and Spitfire, and then later on a few of us are going out on the town.”
>Tia: “And you’re quite… excited about that?”
>What does she mean by that?
“Uhh… yeah, I am. What makes you say that?”
>She doesn’t respond, only letting her gaze fall to your boxer shorts, then looking back up at you with her cute little smile she does so well.
>You look down and realize what she was going on about. It appears you’re pitching a bit of a tent right now.
>Oh God… this is… rather awkward.
>You return your gaze to Celestia, that smile of hers only getting wider.
>You put on the best poker face you can muster, which only elicits a giggle from her.
>Tia: “I think I’ll leave you to it… Don’t keep me waiting too long though.”
>And with that she turns and walks towards the door. You swear she was jiggling her flank a little as she left the room.
>You quickly don a shirt and shorts and make your way to the dining room with Maya in tow.
>Celestia was waiting for you at the usual table. It was the basic routine you’d gotten yourself into.
>Every morning, Celestia would be a bitch and wake you up bright and early.


>If this ever happened back home, you would have gone ballistic. Here, though, you never feel tired from a lack of sleep, only physically weary, so sleeping is more of a convenience than a necessity (although of late it was becoming increasingly difficult to actually fall asleep).
>Celestia said it was ‘due to the loose magical energy that’s all over Equestria, or some shit’. 
>Her words, not yours.
>Well… maybe a little bit of your words.
>You would then join her for breakfast. Afterwards, she would go off and do her ‘royal duties’ while you would go and get some nice exercise.
>Well… you say nice. But the ogling from some of the on looking mares was a little… off-putting. But once you’d finished, the rest of your day was pretty much free.
- - - - -
>You join Celestia at the table, eager to get your morning ritual out of the way so you can meet up with Spitfire and Soarin.
>Ahhh good. Waiter von Waiterson the Third is serving this morning. You’ve developed a rather twisted enjoyment in fucking with this guy. -Not- because of him being a fuck the first few days you were here, rather what he did after he learned of Fleur’s… proposition.
>God only knows his logic behind this, but he spread a rumour around that you were… having intimate relations with Fleur.
>So the city has been abuzz with the idea of a human having sex with a… -the- top model of Canterlot.
>You’d hoped all this attention would have deterred her.


>But no.
>She’s used it to further her advances on you… in public. Rubbing up against you, things like that.
>And when you denied it, she just played it off as you getting used to the idea of fucking a p0ny.
>Which admittedly, you were. Not that you already had, and the idea of such a thing still kind of made you uneasy, but you have come to the realization that you may be here for a while, and with your sex drive, it was going to be hell if you kept the same mentality.
- - - - -
>Mr. D: “Good morning, princess. What would you like today?”
>Ignoring you, as is tradition.
>Tia: “Good morning Waiter vo…”
>Did she just?
>…
>Yup.
>You can barely control your laughter; at least you’re doing a better job of hiding it than Celestia is of hiding her now beet red cheeks.
>Waiter von Waiterson the Third gives Celestia an ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ look before returning to his usual apathetic expression.
>Tia: “I… uh. Sorry, Mr. D’oeuvre. I’ll have some of that French toast that Anon informed us about, please.”
>He scribbles down Celestia’s order and turns to you, still not saying anything.
>You put on your best pouty face and cross your arms, staring right into Waiter von Waiterson the Third’s soul.
>Well, you aren’t sure about that last part, but you’d like to think you were.
>An awkward silence fills the room. Celestia just looks between the two of you like she was expecting a fight to break out or something. Maya… wasn’t really bothered at all.
>Waiter von Waiterson the Third finally breaks the silence after what seemed like… a few seconds really.
>Mr. D: “What?”
>You can’t put into words how flat his tone is, it actually catches you slightly off guard but you don’t let that show.


“It’s my birthday.”
>Mr. D: “So?”
“So… I want you to sing me Happy Birthday.”
>Mr. D: “What..?”
“You heard me.”
>Mr. D: “You cannot be serious.”
“Deadly.”
>He gives Celestia another ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ look, but she just shrugs.
>He lets out a heavy sigh and returns his gaze to you.
>Mr. D: “happybirthdaytoyou. happybirthdaytoyou. happybirthdaydearanon. happybirthdaytoyou.”
>His tone wasn’t as jolly as you’d have liked it to be, but you weren't mean enough to ask him to do it again.
“Was that so hard? Now, I would also like some French toast… and bring the syrup out with you.”
>He jots down your order and retires to the kitchen.
“I can NOT believe you called him that.”
>Tia: “Called who what?”
“Don’t play games with me -princess-.”
>Tia: “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
>She flashes you a mischievous smile.
>Tia: “Oh and one more thing, happy birthday Anon.”
>She did it on… purpose?
>You return her smile with one of your own.
>You both share a small laugh before continuing on with idle conversation.
>Shit you almost forgot.
“Could you mind Maya for me today? I’m busy most of the day and I can’t really take care of her.”
>Tia: “Of course, Anon. I don't mind helping you hide the fact that you're incapable of caring for another being.”
>You give her a deadpan stare, but she just smiles.
- - - - -
>The rest of breakfast is rather uneventful. You basically shovel the French toast into your mouth, wanting to get breakfast over and done with so you can finish your morning routine.
>Your run is also rather uneventful, with no sign of Fleur whatsoever. It should be a relief but you can’t shake the feeling she’s planning something.


>You arrive back at the Palace and head into the gardens, starting off your strength training.
>You’re in the middle of a set of pushups when you feel something furry land on your back. You’re just about to freak the fuck out when you register how heavy this thing is.
>Your arms buckle under the added weight and you flop onto the ground. You look back over your shoulder and lock your gaze with a pair of fiery orange eyes.
>Spitfire…
>Spits: “Oh, please don’t stop on my account.”
>A sly smile creeps onto her face.
“Well maybe if you weren’t so heavy…”
>A hoof connects with the back of your head, dazing you slightly.
>Spits: “Watch your bucking tongue.”
“Or what?”
>Spits: “Or I’ll—”
>You quickly reach around and grab one of her legs, tearing her off your back. You then jump on top of her, pinning Spitfire underneath you.
“Or you’ll?”
>A slight red flush forms on her cheeks, but you think nothing of it. 
>Spits: “I’ll…”
>She wriggles around trying to free herself from the position you have her pinned in but has no luck.
>With nothing useful coming to mind, you blow a massive raspberry on her stomach, sending her into a giggling fit.
>Spits: “A… Anon *giggle* Qui… QUIT IT!”
>*POMF*
>Spitfire’s wings are now jutting out from under her, the blush on her face darkening as she realizes what’s happened, not that you understand.
“Who’s the most awesome person in Equestria?”
>Spits: “ANON, get offa me!”
>You blow another raspberry on her stomach before returning to your previous position.
“I’ll say it again… Who’s the most awesome person in Equestria?”
>Spits: “You are.”
“The bravest?”
>Spits: “You are.”
“The strongest?”
>Spits: “You are.”
“The sexiest?”
>Spits: “You… are.”
“Gotcha.”


>You roll off Spitfire and lay down on your back. You just look at the sky for a moment, not thinking about anything, just staring blankly at its beauty.
>You’re so caught up in your train of not thought that you fail to notice Spitfire next to you desperately trying to fold her wings back to her sides.
>A frustrated sigh from Spitfire pulls you out of your little day dream.
“Hey Spits?”
>Spits: “Yeah?”
“What happened to your mane?”
>Spits: “Oh, I brushed it.”
“Going all out for tonight, are we?”
>Spitfire punches your arm.
>Spits: “Shut up.”
“It looks nice.”
>Spits: “You… think so?”
“Yeah, you’ll have the stallions lining up, just you wait.”
>Spitfire titters a little at hearing that. You roll over and resume your pushups.
“So, are you looking forward to tonight?”
>Spits: “You’re the one who should be looking forward to it.”
“… Do you guys have something planned?”
>Spits: “Maybe… You’ll just have to wait and see.”
“You guys haven’t organized some kind of p0ny stripper have you?”
>Spits: “What..? No.”
“Cause you know, you guys are naked most of the time anyway.”
>Spits: “Heh, yeah.”
>You finish off your last set and pick yourself off the ground.
“Well, I’m done here. So I’ll just have a quick shower and meet with you and Soarin by the garage?”
>It wasn’t really a garage, just somewhere Celestia let you keep your cars. Which reminds you: Twilight managed to recreate the fuels for the cars. They’re a little more volatile than before but that doesn’t bother you in the slightest; it actually increased the acceleration slightly.


>Celestia’s engineers took a look at how the cars ticked. She was thinking about incorporating them into p0ny society but decided against it because of the amount of resources required to replicate a car. As a result of their experiments you now have 3 replicas of your main race car, though they have no paintjob or decals on them.
>Spits: “Ok, but don’t take too long. You know how impatient Soarin is.”
“Yeah… Soarin’s the impatient one.”
>Spitfire pokes her tongue out at you before taking off into the sky, leaving a trail of fire streaking behind her.
>You make a mad dash for your room, locking the door behind you as you enter. You do a quick sweep of your room and the balcony. 
>No Fleur in sight.
>Letting out a sigh of relief, you quickly strip down and head into the bathroom.
>?: “Fancy seeing you here, Anonymous.”
- - - - - -
Instrumental: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FIHRIFpDXB4
Non-instrumental: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gOHvDP_vCs
- - - - - -
>Oh fuck…
>Your body seizes up in fear. 
>Fleur.
>You’d know that voice anywhere.
>Slowly, you turn to face the… guest in your bathroom.
“… Hello Fleur.”
>Lis: “Why the harsh tone? Are you not… -excited- to see me?”
>A pale pink surrounds her horn and you feel a strange pressure run along your exposed chest, paying special attention to your abdominals.
>It’s like the very air around you is condensing and running along your skin.
>Your body snaps straight and a shroud of darkness covers your eyes.
>Lis: "Sorry about having to do that, doll, but I wouldn't want you to do something… brash."
>You let out a sharp gasp as the sensation moves downstairs. Running up and down you length, gently caressing the tip each time.


>Lis: “Look Anon, no hooves! Oh wait, you can’t see.” She lets out throaty giggle at her own joke.
>Beads of sweat start to form on your forehead as she continues her work.
“Wha… what isss…”
>You let out another sharp gasp as she increases the pressure on you.
>Lis: “All you have to do is ask, you know?”
>Your mind is fogged with the mounds of pleasure that Fleur’s actions are causing. You feel all the muscles in your back tense up as your peak approaches.
>Lis: “Just take my hoof, lead me into that room right there and rut me senseless.”
>You feel her dance across your face as she brings her lips to your own. You can’t help but notice how soft and delicate they are. If she had gone about this differently, you probably would’ve given in to her demands.
>Lis: “But...” she said, running her tail across your lower body as she circled you, “...if you don't, I'll just leave you here. Like this. Just you and your...” she shudders against you, “hands.”
>And with that, she leaves the room, her restraints leaving your body and your vision slowly returning.
>The sudden change of force causes your legs to give way beneath you. The floor embraces your limp form as the sensation on your manhood dissipates into nothingness.
>You feel rather disorientated and your mind is clouded with conflicting thoughts. So you just sit there, letting your head sort out what has just occurred.
>The door to the bathroom swings open. You strain your eyes and catch a glimpse of a fiery mane.
>Spitfire.
>Spits: “I saw Fleur out on the balcony… Are you okay man?”
“Urrgghh.”
>Spits: “She didn’t… you know… rape you, did she?”


>You try and force out some words but only manage a slight groan.
>You feel Spitfire’s snout bump your face. You reach out and pull her into a hug, her hair tickles your face as it skims across it.
>Spits: “Hey...”
“SHH! No tears, only dreams now.”
>Spits: “What the buck? Anon…”
>She lets out a soft sigh as you begin stroking her ear; you’re running on auto pilot while your love-drunk brain tries to process what the hell is going on.
>Spits: “A…Anon st… stop it.”
>A hoof connects with your jaw. It doesn’t hurt much, but it is enough to knock you out of the magic, blue-ball induced trance that Fleur put you in.
"Wh... Oh God."
>Spitfire rolls away from you and sits herself up, wings outstretched and a red flush on her face.
>You attempt to cover your man bits but realize she's probably seen enough of them right now not to care.
>Spits: "Explain. Now."
"Ugh, can't it wait?"
>Spits: "I just had your dick rubbing against my legs, Anon. I think now."
"Oh shit, really? Well here goes. "
- - - - -
>Spits: "So you're saying she raped you... with magic?"
"Basically, yeah."
>Spits: "That's bucked up."
"Well… I mean… I wouldn't have been opposed to… you know… her finishing the job."
>Spitfire shoots you a disgusted look.
>Spits: “Seriously dude? HER? You want HER to be you’re first marefriend?”
“Calm down Spits, it was only a joke. Now, go and meet up with Soarin, I’ll be down in ten.”
>Spits: “Try not to get raped this time, yeah?”
“Alright, alright. You can fuck off now.”
>She sticks her tongue out at you before leaving the room.
- - - - -
>Soar: “Hey man, what took you so long?”
“I had an unexpected… guest”
>Soar: “Fleur?”
“Yup.”


>Soar: “Sly dog.”
“Not like that bro, never. Well, not with her anyway.”
>Soar: “I don’t know why you’re being such a filly about it, dude. If I were you, I’d be up in that sweet flank of hers 24 bucking 7.”
“Well you can have her -dude-.”
>Spits: “Both of you shut the buck up!”
>Spitfire shoots you and Soarin a dirty glare before regaining her composure and turning to you.
>Spits: “Now Anon. Can we -please- get this show on the road?”
“Sure thing, Spits.”
- - - - - -
May want to look at these if you don’t know what they are. Up to you.
Understeer = http://flemingsultimategarageblog.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/understeer.jpg
Hammerhead corner = http://images.wikia.com/gran-turismo/images/8/82/Topgear_test_track.gif
Fishtailing = When the back of the car shimmies from side to side under heavy braking.
- - - - - -
>You hop in the farthest left of the new racing car clones. One of Celestia’s engineers had been so kind as to take the speed limiter off this particular clone.
>Fuel pump ON, ignition ON, and GO.
>The engine coughs into life as the fuel is pumped around inside. This being its first start maybe you should have bled the system a bit first.
>Oh well, too late for that now.
>You roll the car out of the garage and stop in front of Soarin and Spitfire.
“Spitfire, you hop in next to me. Soarin, considering you love flank so much… you can get in the back.
>Soarin lets out a rather loud groan before flying over to the back of the car. Both he and Spitfire are much smaller than Celestia so this is altogether a -much- more dignified act.
>You pull the lever that opens up the trunk, and watch as Soarin maneuvers himself through the roll cage to a position where he can somewhat restrain himself.


>He actually manages to do it rather well; he didn’t even hit his head.
>Soar: “*CLONK* BUCKING OW!”
>Scratch that.
>You turn to face Spitfire who has somehow managed to get in her seat and do the five point harness up without you noticing.
>That look is very…
>Smug.
>Time to wipe that grin off her face.
“You all good back there Soarin?”
>He gives you a determined nod.
>Let’s go, then.
>You quickly scan the area in front of you. A long straight, followed by a ninety degree turn out the west gate. Perfect.
>You lock your eyes on Spitfire. She’s still wearing her smug smile.
>Giving the engine some throttle; you can her three loud bangs erupt from the back end as some un-burnt fuel is dumped in the exhaust manifold.
>Your gaze on Spitfire never falters, and neither does hers.
- - - - - -	
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pl2IUnbcdZ0
- - - - - -
>You let the clutch out and start ascending the gears as the car rockets forward. Your eyes stay locked on Spitfire the whole time.
>She tries to match your stare but loses her nerve and starts flicking her eyes between you and the road ahead.
>The smug smile is now gone from her face and replaced with one of fear.
>Spits: “ANON!”
>You jump on the brakes, give the E Brake a little tug and let the back step out of line. The car doesn’t take to well to the cobblestone, the tires reacting differently to every little bump (they're probably being shredded on this surface). You hope Soarin’s holding on back there.
>You catch the rear as you wrestle with the steering wheel for dominance. The car really didn’t like cobblestone.
>The tires find traction and you gun it through the castle gates out toward the old dirt mountain roads.


>Cost of a new set of tires: sixty bits. Spitfire’s expression right now: Priceless.
>You don't let her have a chance to calm down. You knew these mountain roads like the back of your hand now so it wasn't a problem to go a bit balls out.
>You hit the rev limiter approaching the corner to the old mountain pass road, a series of loud backfires spew out the exhaust as you clip the apex.
>This substitute Twilight came up with sure was volatile.
>You push fourth gear as you enter the tree line.
>A blind hill comes into view. Most people would back off but you keep your foot welded to the floor.
>The rev counter hits the redline as the tires leave the dirt surface.
>Spitfire sense this and lets out a rather high-pitched scream, you respond with a primal roar of your own.
>The suspension gives out a loud groan as the car reconnects with the ground.
>You give the E Brake an almighty pull, causing the rear wheels to lock up.
>You turn into the hairpin corner, the back sliding out as you do. Countering the slide with some opposite lock, you dump the clutch and blast out of the corner.
>The next corner was a tricky one. Hammerhead, it was called. A sharp left quickly followed by a long banking right. Four wheel drive cars had a tendency to under steer through them, only problem with that on this corner is the fact there is no runoff room; just a straight drop down the mountainside.
>Well, you've come this far.
>You turn into the hard left, the car lurching to one side. Dropping down a gear, you turn into the long banking right. You see Spitfire’s eyes shrink to the size of pinpricks as she spots the edge of the corner.


>The tell-tale under steer rears its ugly head, sending the car spearing toward the edge.
>You floor the throttle as the back slides out. Keeping your foot hard down you play with the steering, trying to find traction.
>The front wheels dig in and pull you away from the edge of corner. Soarin must be shitting himself right now.
>A quick glance in the rear view mirror revealed the he was actually having the time of his life. Spitfire on the other hand... not so much.
>A long straight stretched out in front of you. Time to see if the engineer kept his word.
>You wind up the engine, making snap gear changes just before you hit the rev limiter.
>150.
>You grab sixth gear and bury the throttle for this last push.
>170.
>180.
>Well there goes the speed limiter.
>190.
>The next corner is rapidly coming into view now.
>200.
>Come on....
>210.
>217.
>You slam on the brakes, descending the gears as fast as you could manage. The car starts fishtailing under the heavy braking.
>You rip the E Brake as hard as you can, the car sliding around the last hairpin bend in your little mountain pass.
>The road merges with the one you just came down and you gun it down the straight again.
>Before you know it, you’re back at the Canterlot west gate.
>You park up in the makeshift garage and set about helping Spitfire out of her seat. She’s a little on edge, which is understandable considering you almost killed her about thirteen times in the last half hour.
>You open the trunk to a rather ecstatic Soarin.
>Soar: “DUDE! THAT WAS SO BUCKING AWESOME!”
“You ain’t seen anything yet.”
>Soar: “I’ve got an idea for some extra fun, remind me about it later on. I think you’ll like it.”
“I have a bad feeling about this…”


>Soar: “Don’t worry dude, it’s a bucking killer idea.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
>Spits: “I hate to interrupt, but I have a lunch date with the girls I’d rather not be late for. Happy Birthday Anon and… thanks for that, it was actually really fun.”
>Soar: “Fun? You were scared out of your bucking mind!”
>Soarin proceeds to laugh his flank off at Spitfire while she just scowls at him.
>Spits: “I’ll see you two tonight.”
“Yeah, see ya Spits.”
>She flashes you a smile before flying off to her lunch date.
“So, we have a few hours to kill. What do you want to do, Soarin?”
>Soar: “Dude… we should get a pie.”
“Of course…”
- - - - - -
>SA: “Hurry up Anon, we’re going to be late.”
“Shiny, calm down. You can’t be late to a club.
>Soar: “I don’t see why you -have- to wear clothes all the time. Nop0ny else does.”
“Yes, and I’m not a p0ny. Apart from the obvious factor of how cold I would get without fur, I’d rather not have everyone staring at my junk. ‘Humans do kind of just let it hang out there for all to see’. Celestia’s words, not mine.
>Soar: “You showed the princess your junk?!”
>Shining armor gives you a deadpan stare.
“No! She kind of walked into my room and I was naked and it just went from there.”
>Soar: “So you’re saying you bucked the princess?”
“What? No. Does everything have to be about fucking with you? And besides, I don’t even think of mares in that way.”
>Soar: “Well you’d better change your tone soon. Cause the way I see it, you’re going to be here for a long time, bro… and unless you’re a colt cuddler, that’s a long time to go without some sweet marehood.”


>SA: “While I wouldn’t put it like… well, that, he is right, Anon. You’re going to be with us for a long time whether you like it or not. And I bet finding a special somep0ny would make it all that much more enjoyable.”
>You let out a long sigh and nod.
“You guys are right, it’s just…”
>Soar: “What? Mares ain’t good enough for you, bud?”
“That’s not what I meant…”
>SA: “He doesn’t want just -any- mare Soarin. He wants Celestia.”
>Soar: “Bro… really?”
“I… uh… well…”
>SA: “Well what? I’ve seen the looks you two give each other. Don’t try and pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about because I know you do.”
>Soar: “Bucking hit that flank. You’ll go down in the history books, dude!”
“I’m not going to ‘hit that flank’ Soarin…”
>SA: “While I disagree with Soarin’s choice of words, if you don’t say anything to her about it, I just know you’re going to regret it someday.”
“My feelings for her aside, it doesn’t change the fact that she’s…
>SA: “A p0ny?”
“Well… Yeah.”
>Soar: “P0nies not good enough for you, earth boy?”
“No it’s not that, it’s just…”
>SA: “Just what? Does it matter? She’s a sentient being just like you.”
>You reach for a bottle of Applejack Daniels and pour three shots. Shiny levitates one out of your hand and you pass another to Soarin.
“Look, I know you’re right Shiny, but this is a discussion for another time. Because tonight… we’re getting royally fucked up.”
>You all raise your shot glasses before downing the pale brown liquid inside them.
- - - - - -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QpTpPmrbwvI
"See Shiny? They ar..."
>Spits: "Hey guys! Nice of you to join us."
>Spitfire waves you all over to the bar. A pale blue maned mare is sitting next to her.
"Hey Misty, good to see you out."


>Mis: "Are you kidding Anon? I wouldn't miss my favorite human’s birthday for the world."
>Spitfire thumps the bar and motions to the bartender.
>Five shots land in front of her and she passes the bartender several bits.
>Spits: "To Anon."
>All: "ANON!"
>You quickly down the contents of the shot.
>Ooh that burn feels good.
>Spits: "Come on Anon, we're going on the dance floor."
"Oh God no... I'm not drunk enough for that."
>Spitfire motions the bartender over again. She says something to him but you can't hear it over the music.
>Two shots land in front of you; one filled with a clear liquid and the other with some blue liquid in it.
>You give Spitfire a confused look to which she just winks.
>It's free alcohol... you're game.
>You grab both shots and dump them both in your mouth. The two drinks mix together in your mouth The taste is rather indescribable; you imagine that if it was possible to drink electricity, it would taste like that.
>The sensation of the liquid sliding down your throat makes all the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.
>The drink certainly loosens you up, considering you basically drag Spitfire to the dance floor.
>Then you realize you have no idea how to dance...
"Spitfire, I have no idea how to dance."
>Spits: "Improvise."
>Fuck it... p0nies don't know how humans dance, time to mix shit up.
>You try and follow Spitfire's lead but realize it’s a bit pointless when you walk on two legs.
>You think back to some music videos you've seen on earth and try and copy some of the moves in them.


>Spitfire seems amused at your new dance style but keeps on dancing regardless. What you don't notice is the increasing amount of p0nies that have stopped dancing and instead are watching you.
>In fact, you only realize this when it's just you standing in the middle of an empty circle of p0nies, Spitfire included.
>Oh shit, is this one of those times where you're meant to do an epic dance solo?
>No time to think, gotta dance.
>You bust out the 'epic moves' that somewhat represent a seizure. But you don't give a fuck. That buzz from those double shots still sitting in the back of your head.
>To your surprise, Spitfire trots up to meet you.
>She stops a little short and rears up onto her back legs and walks out to you, albeit a little awkwardly.
"Uhhh, what are you doing?"
>Spits: "Improvising."
>The current song finishes and Spitfire winks at you, a blush on her cheeks. Or that could be the lights, you’re not sure.
- - - - - -
Instrumental: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5-oGYmShX5Q
Non instrumental: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wyx6JDQCslE
- - - - - -
>Awwwwwww shit.
>‘No Anon… don’t do it.’
>TOO LATE.
>You rip your shirt off, give it a spin and toss it into the crowd.
>Fucks given = 0.
>You turn back to spitfire.
“Think you can keep up?”
>Spits: “Watch me.”
>You start off slow, making sure Spitfire can match what you’re doing.
>She seems to take to it easy enough. Time to step it up.
>You pick up the pace and fall into the rhythm of the song with Spitfire following suit.
>You keep it up as the beat builds, waiting for your cue.
>You pull Spitfire against you, slowly grinding against her keeping in time with the beat.


>Ok, if you weren’t sure before, you’re certain now, there is definitely a blush on Spitfire’s cheeks, and a dark one at that.
>I got passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it, show it, show it, show it…
“I’M SEXY AND I KNOW IT!”
>You break this shit down the best way you know how.
>Pelvic…
>Thrusts…
>Bitches…
>The crowd seems to like this move (especially the female members [spoiler]if you know what I mean[/spoiler]). 
>Judging by the amount of cheering and whistling going on, and the state of Spitfire’s cheeks, you’d say this went rather well.
>The p0ny circle disperses and forms back into the crowd it was before. Some of them even try dancing on two hooves with varying amounts of success.
>Hey, where's your shirt?
>'You threw it into the crowd remember?'
>Shit... at least it isn't cold in here.
>Spitfire pulls you back over to your spot on the bar. By the looks of it, Soarin may have actually died from laughter.
>Soar: “DUDE… That was bucking hilarious!”
>Mis: “I never took you for a dancer, Anon.”
“Heh, I’m not.”
>SA: “It shows.”
“Fuck you two, alright. I don’t see either of you out there.”
>Spits: “Too much talking, not enough drinking, BARKEEP!”
>An orange maned pegasus mare trots over to spitfire. Soarin lets out a rather loud wolf whistle as she walks past him.
>Soar: “Anon, see her?”
“Erh, yeah…”
>Soar: “I’ll have her.”
>SA: “Just like that?”
>Soar: “Just like that.”
“Come off it man, everyone knows bartenders are the hardest pick-ups.”
>Soar: “Ten bits says I have her tonight.”
“You’re on.”


>Spits: “Ahem.”
>You turn around to face Spitfire and immediately notice the gratuitous amount of shots in front of her.
“What are all those for?”
>Spits: “Well, you’re turning twenty, Anon. In front of me are twenty shots. Four shots each. Think you can handle it?”
“Let’s find out.”
>You grab four of the glasses and finish them in quick succession. You put on a triumphant grin that you suspect may have looked a bit goofy but the alcohol in your blood was affecting your fucks to give.
>Spitfire and Soarin both finish theirs quick enough, Shiny and Misty taking a little longer, but finish them all the same.
>The effects of the alcohol are starting to catch up with you now. Buzzed brain. Slightly blurred vision. All that good stuff.
“Hey Soarin, you wanted me t-to remind you of sumfin.”
>Soar: “Aww, yeeaahhh.”
>He puts his forelegs around you and Shiny and pulls you in closely, his voice changing to a drunken whisper. Which, being drunk, is basically normal talking level.
>Soar: “Okay, h-here’s the plan. This cumming *heh* estrus, we take Anon’s car and *hic* we outrun all the crazy mares in it. Shiny you *hic* can fend off any of the ones that get close w-with your magics.”
“Bro… that sounds…”
>SA: “Awesome!”
>The fuck?
>You give Shiny a quizzical look, but soon realize he is quite drunk and that the alcohol must have taken control over his usually straight forward mind.
>Soar: “So can I count you both *hic* in?”
>Shiny: “YES.”
“…fine.”
>Soar: “Buck yes! I’m holding *hic* the two of you to this.”
“I’m suuure you are.”
>Soarin nods rapidly before turning his gaze back to the bartender.
>Mis: “Hey -Anon-, look who just walked in.”
>You don't like the sound of that...


>Turning to face the doors of the club your suspicions are confirmed.
>Fleur...
"Hey Soarin, stop ogling the b-bartender and look at who just came in."
>He spins on his stool, almost losing his balance in the process. His eyes open wide when he spots her.
>Soar: "Duuude, look who *hic* just arrived."
"Yes, I know who it is cause I just f-fucking told you."
Soar: "Whatevs dude... *hic*..." he lets out a loud gasp at this point and turns to face you, "I JUST GOT THE BESST IDEA EVER."
"Is it trying to outrun a group of horny mares in my car?"
>Soar: "Not quite, we set Shiny *hic* up with Fleur."
"... you can’t be serious?"
>Soar: "It would solve everything."
"And how do you figure that?"
>Soar: "Shiny can finally get some action after *hic* being in Cadence's friendzone for the last ten years and Fleur will stop bugging you."
>That's a fucking stupid idea...
"That's a fucking great idea!"
>Wut...
>Soar: "Hey Shiny! Come here, man."
>A rather drunk Shining Armor trots over to rejoin the group at the bar.
>Soarin points out Fleur in the crowd and pulls Shiny in real close.
>Soar: "You see her, Shiny?"
SA: "Hey... Ishn't that Nomynous's..."
"Anonymous."
>SA: "Yeah that... his *hic* stalker?"
Soar: "Nah man, *hic* that's somep0ny else."
>SA: "Oh, okay."
>Soar: "Now I want you to hit on her," he said while flailing is arm in the general direction of Fleur.
>SA: "But what *hic* about Cadence?"
>Soar: "Buck Cadence man. S-she's just using you."
>SA: "Yeah... YEAH. I'm gonna do it."
>And with that Shiny swaggers out into the crowd to meet Fleur.
"This can only go well."
>Soar: "It will bro, just wait."


>Like fuck it will.
>Shining is going to make an ass out of himself and your problem with Fleur is still going to exist.
- - Fleur PoV - -
>This stallion thinks he is good enough for Fleur?
>HAH. Time to crush his little heart.
>Wait… it’s HIM. The guard who is friends with Anonymous.
>You hatch a cunning plan.
>When Anon sees you with this… guard, it will surely make him jealous.
>So much so that it would make him realise how much he loves the most beautiful p0ny in all of Equestria.
>You, of course.
>And he would be forced to shove away his own friend and embrace you with his *quiver*… hands.
- - Anon PoV - -
>Soar: "Told you."
"Told me wh...ohhhh."
>It appears Fleur is currently shoving her tongue down shining's throat, maybe this will...
>Wait, why is she staring at you?
>...
>Fuck.
- - - - - -
LATER THAT NIGHT.
>Mis: "So you’re saying you'd lick the drink off her stomach?"
"Yeahh... We called them body shots."
>Spits: "Could you *hic* do me?"
"Heh, not with all that fur."
>Mis: "Well... we could do you?"
>Heh. Do you.
"Yes please."
>You’re in the middle of laughing at your own joke when you’re suddenly forced down, your body acting as a bridge between two barstools.
“Hey what’s going on?”
>Mis: “We’re doing you, like *hic* you asked.”
>Heh. Do you…
>…
>Wait.
“No, Spitfire. Not that m…”
>Too late.
>Spitfire empties the rest of an Applejack Daniels on your chest and abs. Most of it just drips onto the floor but they don’t seem worried and the bartender is too busy looking bored as Soarin goes on about something.
>Probably how awesome he thinks he is…
>Looks like he’s ten bits out of pocket.
>Your attention, what’s left of it, is drawn back to the two mares working your upper body with their tongues. 


>Small spasms of pleasure surge up your spine as they run over sensitive spots.
>Spitfire makes her way up towards your neck. Silly mare, there’s no booze on your neck.
>You sharply inhale as Spitfire hits some tender spots on your neck.
“Spitfire wha…”
>Tongue.
>In your mouth.
>Spitfire explores every inch of your mouth. In your drunken stupor you have no will to push her away.
>…
>Do you even want her to stop?
>You don’t have much time to think about it before a series of loud shouts makes her stop anyway.
>Soar: “GET BUCKED YOU PUSSY ASS FILLY.”
>?: “THE BUCK DID YOU JUST CALL ME?”
>Soar: “You heard me.” Soarin gets right up in the stallion’s face. This isn’t going to end well. “PUSSY. ASS. FILLY.”
>That’s done it.
>The stallion takes a swing at Soarin but he somehow manages to block it with his wing. He spins around and bucks the stallion, sending him sprawling backwards into the crowd on the dance floor.
>Before you can even get up, a huge earth p0ny bouncer grabs Soarin and drags him out of the club, the bartender from before in tow.
>Sly dog.
>Mis: “Maybe we should…”
“Leave?”
>Spits: “Yeah…”
>Shiny, who has been with Fleur most of the night, also decided it was a good time to leave.
>You regroup with Soarin outside. Fleur was dragging Shiny off somewhere, her eyes locked on you the whole time.
>It was… creepy, to say the least.
>Soar: “Hey Anon, we’re going to head off. It’s been a great night, man.”
“Yeah definitely, laters.”
>Soar: “One more thing, I’ll be wanting those ten bits tomorrow.”
“Yeah, yeah. Well done, you.”
>Soarin grins as they walk off, his wing draped over the bartender.
>Mis: “So what do we do now?”


“Well, I guess I’m heading back to the castle.”
>Spits: “OH MY CELESTIA, CAN WE COME INTO THE PALACE PLEASEEEEE *hic*”
>Mis: “YEAH *hic* PLEASEEEE ANON?”
>This is a really bad idea.
“Sure… it’ll be fun.”
- - Fleur PoV - -
>He… doesn’t even care?
>No. He does…
>He MUST!
>He’s just trying to make YOU jealous.
>Yeah, that’s it.
>Taking those two… FLOOZIES to the castle.
>As soon as you're out of sight he’ll ditch them and head home alone.
>Because his evil plan hasn’t worked.
>Well… Fleur, TOP MODEL OF CANTERLOT, does not get… -jealous-
>You shall wait for him on his balcony.
>And when he sees you, he will be so overcome with lust that he will take you then and there.
>You leave… Anonymous’s friend and make your way to the castle.
>You have a guard to bribe.
- - - - - -
THE NEXT MORNING. - - Anon PoV - -
>You crack open your eyes. Oh God it’s bright.
>The more conscious you become the more you notice the throbbing headache. Last night sure was a blast, you can’t remember much after Soarin got kicked out of the club.
>Good times…
>You roll away from the sun, hoping to sleep off the fucking horrid hangover you have, but stop dead in your tracks when you see what’s next to you.
>Fiery orange mane…
>This can only belong to one p0ny.
>Spitfire.
>Did you fuck her last night?
>…
>Shit you don’t remember.
>If you can slip out of bed, maybe she won’t remember last night either?
>It wasn’t the best plan but it was the only one you could think of at the time.
>You start inching backwards, being extra careful as to not wake Spitfire.
>You bump into something soft. Hesitantly, you roll over to look at the object obscuring your escape.


>Light blue mane.
>Fuck…
>Misty.
>You roll back into the middle of the two sleeping mares.
>Could this morning get any worse?
>?: “Hello, Anonymous.”
>You freeze up. Not her… Not now.
>You look towards the foot of your bed and see Fleur, her half lidded eyes locked on you.
“Fleur…” your voice was nothing more than a whisper.
>Lis: "Now look what we have here… these two managed to break you into the idea of sex with ponies. Can you guess what that means?”
“…”
>Lis: “It means that it's my turn now... And my my my, the sounds they made. You sure know how to give a mare a good time. I can't... wait, to try you out."
>As she was saying that, she circled around your bed like a shark, running her tail along the side and tickling the two mares still sleeping.
>Lis: “Of course, I wouldn’t want these… floozies’ seconds. So I will wait, Anonymous. But my patience does have its limits. I’ll be seeing you... soon.”
>You finally relax as Fleur leaves your room. How did she keep getting in here, anyway?
>A thought for another time, you have a situation on your hands right now; or two situations if you look at it that way.
>Today is going to be… interesting.
END.

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