CYOA Badluck Femanon Ch 11

Chapter 11

 

>You wipe your face from tears.

>You're safe.

>Mara's stuck in a colt's body.

>A weak little body.

>Serves him right.

>Mara picks himself up.

"Banned huh?"

>Watching his legs quiver.

>His body shake.

>Your smile disappears.

>"Okay."

>You just felt happiness in seeing someone suffer.

>Doesn't that make you the same as him?

>Mara locks eyes with you.

>"You win."

>He starts walking towards the door.

>Slowly.

>It's painful to watch.

>This guy.

>This little colt.

>He attacked you.

>Invaded your memories.

>Invaded your dreams.

>Raped you. Twice.

>But he did it to survive.

>He needs your essence to stay around.

>Wouldn't you have done the same thing in his shoes?

>He opens the door.

>You shake your head in disbelief.

>You're sympathizing with a monster.

>You can't believe you're about to say this.

"Celestia... you can't ban him."

>Mara freezes.

>"Anon? Anon, this evil spirit just raped you!"

>Your voice falls to a whisper.

>"He isn't evil though. Not completely. He saved my life. Three times."

>Mara's head turns and looks at you.

>You look away.

"I'm not saying what he did was okay... but he needs me to survive. You can't just banish him. He'll die."

 

>You try to stand on your own.

>Celestia lends you support, hovering right behind you.

>You slowly, painfully walk over to Mara.

"Humans have done some bad things just to survive. And... Discord. Twilight told me that Discord got a second chance... I-I just... don't know."

>Mara looks at you in surprise.

>Celestia looks at you with saddened eyes.

>"You don't want me to banish him?"

"Survival is basic nature... we do what we can because we must. And... everyone deserves a second chance. Even this awful... stupid, cute little colt."

>You punch him in the cheek.

>Hard.

>He falls to the ground.

>Your outstretched arm is shaking in anger.

>You take a moment to regain your composure.

>"Anon, you can't possibly expect-"

"I-... maybe I'm wrong, but I don't care.

>You turn to Mara.

"No nightmares. You get to absorb energy from me, once per month. More if I feel generous..."

>Celestia sighs.

>"Are you certain about this?"

"I owe him that much."

>You look at Mara.

"Consider my debt paid to you in full. With interest. You. Owe. Me. Now."

>Mara stares in horror at you.

>Celestia gently nuzzles you reassuringly.

>"Your wish is done my little human."

 

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>It's been a week since you saved Mara.

>It's been an awful week.

>One bad thing after another.

>Even though all of them were technically supposed to be "good."

>So long as he behaves, Mara doesn't get zapped and turned into genericolt.

>He's currently in his ghost form right now.

>Brooding.

>If incubi were able to brood.

>You've had stomach cramps for the last few days.

>It's just a wonderful fucking time of the month.

>At least you weren't impregnated by a demon.

>Twilight is frantically studying.

>She's learning all that she can so that she can cast the binding spell for you.

>While she's doing that, you're responsible for all of her duties around town, if needed.

>Princess Luna is with you every single moment.

>She's keeping an eye on Mara.

>She's finding your human customs to be quite strange.

>Today, you just feel like relaxing.

>Pinkie Pie has invited you to a "Finish Anon's Birthday Party Party"

>Which you are definitely going.

"Mara. Let's go, we're heading to Sugarcube Corner."

>You feel empowered.

>It feels good to be his boss.

>You didn't believe in karma, but luck was finally dealing in your favor.

>You, Luna, and Mara walk together to Ponyville's patisserie.

 

>You weren't aware, but rained last night.

>There are puddles everywhere you step.

>Your feet are completely soaked.

>You make a mental note to visit Rarity's later.

>She should be able to make you some shoes that fit your feet.

>"Anonymous."

>Luna calls you.

>You look at her.

"Luna, seriously. Anon is fine."

>"Or Anny."

>You glare at Mara.

>"What? It sounds nicer than Anon. Or Anonymous."

>He's kind of right, in a way.

>"By the way, who the fuck names their kid Anonymous?"

>You'd rather not talk about it.

"Anyway, you were saying Luna?

>Luna shakes her head.

>"We were just wondering when exactly your birthday is. Pinkie Pie told us that you said you've never actually had a birthday before."

>You blink.

>Oh yeah, you forgot about that lie.

"September 22nd. First official day of fall."

>Luna blinks.

>"September 22nd is today."

>You do a double take.

"It is?"

>"Yes indeed. Happy Birthday Anon."

>"Anny."

>He floats right next to you.

"Can it, dipstick."

>You try to shove Mara away.

>His body is ghostly.

>Your hands go right through him.

>You end up slipping, falling face first into mud.

 

>You groan under your breath.

"Every. Fucking. Time."

>Luna bends down to help you up.

>Mara just giggles and dances around like a freak.

>You shoot him a piercing glare.

>His dance stops.

>"Sorry."

>You stand back up.

>"Thanks. Hey Luna? Please don't tell anyone about my birthday?"

>"Why not?"

>You look away.

"Bad things always happen on my birthday."

>You suddenly get sprayed by a low hanging rain cloud.

>The fuck?

>You're soaking wet.

>"Heheh, sorry Anon!"

>Rainbow Dash flies down next to you.

>"You looked a little muddy, so I thought I'd give you a quick shower before you go to your birthday party."

>You facepalm.

"I'm soaking wet Rainbow!"

>"One Rainblow Dry coming right up."

>She starts flying around you, creating a vortex.

>It lifts the water straight out of your clothes like a centrifuge.

>In seconds, you're all aired out.

>Your hair turned into a wicked tangled mess though.

 

>Rainbow giggles at the sight of your hair.

"Worse has happened. Thanks a lot Rainbow. Let's continue on, shall we?"

>The four of you walk to Sugarcube Corner.

>You make it your priority to avoid any more mud puddles.

>The first thing you see when you walk through the door is a giant cake.

>Bigger than the last time.

>Like... bigger and taller than you are.

>You're shocked.

>"Anon! I'm so glad you could make it!"

>A lot of the townsp0nies are here.

>But certainly not the whole town.

>Pinkie bounces up to you.

>"Hey. Nice hair..."

>You blink....

>Your hair looks identical to Pinkie's.

>"You know, last time you didn't seem to like your cake, so I asked Mr. and Mrs. Cake to give you the biggest, bestest, most amazingest quadruple layered strawberry sponge cake ever!"

>Your mouth starts watering.

>"It has a sweet strawberry glaze and even has real strawberries inside!"

>How did Pinkie know you liked strawberry so much?

>"Just a hunch."

>She smiles and hands you a plate and a knife.

>You start slicing up portions and handing them out to everyone.

>You take a huge chomp out of your cake.

>Holy sweetness.

>Your tastebuds are flying.

>You hear something clatter.

>Twilight bursts through the door.

>Her hair looks messy and she's wearing reading glasses.

>"Sorry I'm late... I was studying late last night and I overslept."

>She walks over to you and gives you a hug.

>"Happy Birthday Anon."

>You smile.

>You realize that there's no more cake left.

>Except your slice.

>Twilight's been doing all that studying for you.

>She saved you.

>She brought Celestia over to help you from being Mara's toy.

>You give her your brick of strawberry delight.

>She smiles.

>"Aww, thanks Anon. You didn't have to do that."

 

"Well, I already did."

>She smiles.

>"Hey, good news. I'm learning a lot of magic at a pretty fast pace. I should be able to learn that binding spell within a couple of weeks."

>Couple of weeks?

>You stare at her.

"I thought only Princess Luna and Princess Celestia were the only two that were powerful enough to do that?"

>"I'm Celestia's star pupil. I think I can handle a single spell."

>You give her an unsure look.

>"Just trust me, okay Anon? I won't let you down."

>You sigh.

"Okay."

>"Oh, I almost forgot!"

>You realize that she has a bag.

>She hands you a book.

>Holy shit, this thing weighs a ton.

>It's as thick as your head.

>And twice as long.

>"Since you were so supportive of the first volume, I went and got a second tome published."

"A Collection of Observations of the Mythically Impossible: Volume 2; Human Anatomy and Reproductive Habits."

>Your jaw drops.

>"It's your very own copy!"

>You look at Twilight and give her a fake smile.

"That's uh... really great, Twilight."

>"Isn't it? I talked with Princess Celestia, and she was able to give me an extended run. 50,000 copies, sent all over Equestria."

>You fight the urge to strangle this girl.

 

"I-uh..."

>You flip through it.

>It's as bad as you had imagined.

>Worse actually.

>Walls of writing and a crap ton of diagrams and pictures.

>You come across a section.

>Loss of Virginity

>There are pictures of you and Mara.

>Nope.

>That's it.

>You slam the book shut.

"Twilight, this was supposed to be private."

>Twilight tilts her head.

>"You don't like it?"

>You take a deep breath.

"I am... really happy that you chose me to write two whole volumes about. But... dammit Twilight, I don't want people knowing about how I lost my virginity!"

>The room goes quiet.

>You said that last part rather loudly.

>Shit.

>Shit.

>You slam your face against the nearest table.

"Just kill me. Now."

 

>Twilight looks at you nervously

>"You're not mad, are you?"

>This feels familiar.

>You smash your head against the table a few more times.

>"Okie dokie, who wants free pie?"

>You look up and see Pinkie Pie holding up a huge stack of pies in both arms.

>She's trying desperately to divert attention away from you.

>A pie promptly falls from the stack, landing right on your face.

>Diversion failed.

>"Is that my cue?"

>Mara whispers.

>"Don't even think about it demon."

>Luna responds.

>You turn towards them.

"Actually, yes... Mara. I want my embarrassment gone. That and only that, right now."

>Mara smirks.

>"That can be arranged."

>Your body starts levitating.

>All of your embarrassment, your self conscious fears and inhibitions start to drain.

>Mara glows and shudders in excitement.

>"Glorious."

>You drift back down to the floor.

>You jump right back up.

>You feel quite chipper.

>What were you even embarrassed about a second ago?

>Why is everyone staring at you?

>Oh right, this is your party, isn't it?

"Alright, is this a party or a funeral? Come on, I wanna see some dancing!"

>On cue, the lights dim, and music starts playing.

 

>The volume of music gets louder.

>P0nies slowly stop looking at you and start to dance.

"Yeah, come on! Dance everybody! Dance!"

>You feel really awkward saying that at your own birthday party.

>But all is good.

>"Anon, are you alright?

>Twilight looks at you.

>You shoot her a confused look.

>Why would you not be?

>She shakes her head.

>"Alright fine… forget I asked"

>She looks away with guilt.

>"I'm really sorry. I had no idea you wouldn't like being published in my books."

>You look at her.

"Twilight, it's fine. You can do write about me however you want. I'm not going to stop you."

>"Really?"

>She looks rather confused.

>"Just a second ago-"

>You slap her on the back.

"That was in the past. Let it go, do whatever you want. After all, you just got a second book published!"

>She looks unsure of you.

"Lighten up Twilight. It's a party!"

>"You bet it is!"

>Pinkie Pie giggles and licks some of the filling off your face.

>She pushes Twilight away from you.

>"The party isn't a party until Twilight starts dancing!"

>Twilight gulps.

>"Pinkie, you know I can't dance."

>You stifle a laugh and search for some napkins to wipe your face.

>You walk over to the punch bowl and pour yourself a drink.

>You lean back and watch the party unfold.

>This wasn't so bad.

>Your birthdays the past 19 years have never been this festive.

>You're happy.

>You hear a grumbling noise to your left.

>A gray pony doesn't seem to share your happiness.

>"How could anyone like enjoy this loud... noise?"

>You blink.

>You listen to the music.

>It's a pretty catchy house beat.

>The gray pony grabs a drink and downs it whole.

>"This party is dreadful."

>You shoot her an annoyed look.

"This is my party."

>She shrugs.

>"Happy birthday to you Anon. I'm sure you enjoyed whatever present that ghost thing gave you last night."

 

That was rude.

"I don't let him do that anymore."

>You feel your face scrunch up to a scowl.

>She whips her hair out of her face.

>It ends up brushing against yours.

>You spit some loose strands out of her mouth.

>This girl is quite a bitch, insulting you on your birthday.

>You give her an intense stare.

>She shrugs it off.

>Something about her seems familiar.

"Wait, haven't I seen you before?"

>The pony looks at me.

>"What? Don't recognize me?"

>You shake your head.

"Obviously not?"

>She shakes her head and suddenly jumps up.

>Her arms are outstretched.

>She's leaning on air, acting like a mime.

>Or playing charades.

>"Seriously?"

>You shake your head.

"No idea who you are.

>She slaps a hoof to her face.

>"Alright, I know I'm not wearing my bow tie and collar, but really?"

>She turns and points at her flank.

>It's a musical clef.