Title:           [Classic FR] Warframe Blues
Author:          Etiquette
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/y6QJ8DPX
First Edit:      Friday 3rd of May 2013 03:45:19 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 3rd of May 2013 03:45:19 PM CDT

>Day why half the writefags haven’t written anything in Equestria.
>Wake up.
>Roll out of bed.
>Boot up your magical computer that you had Twilight connect to the internet somehow.
>She can’t send you back home, but she can magic up the internet.
>Figures.
>Whatever.
>Log on to Warframe.
>Fuse your mods and shit.
>Literally shit.
>Right there. In your pants. In front of your computer.
>You don’t care.
>All that matters is getting that Banshee frame.
>Bitch can drop the BASS.
>Knock at your door.
>Ignore it.
>Banshee is the only thing on your mind.
>Knock at your bedroom window.
>Don’t even turn to face it.
>Banshee.
>Knock on your temple.
>Grumble half-heartedly.
Mrmph... fuckin’...
>”Umm... Anon...?”
>Don’t respond.
>”Are Banshee blueprints your fetish?”
>Your dick is instantly hard and you shift your attention to the yellow intruder.
You? Banshee? Have?
>Fuck English.
>You don’t need that shit right now.
>”I can give you the parts if you give me yours.”
>She tries futilely to wink seductively.
>She’s so bad that she manages to wink both eyes at the same time.
>AKA. She blinks...
My... part...?
>”I want you to r-rut me, mister.”
No way harlot.
>You turn back to your game session.
>Wave 20 reward is...
>Hellfire.
>FUCK
>Start to sweat and look back at ‘Shy who is waving her rump in your direction.
>Almost gag.
>Nope.
>Stare at your reward screen.
>But... Banshee...
>Look back at Fluttershy.
>Back at the screen.
>Fluttershy.
>Screen.
Fuck it! Fine! Just this once.
 
>Thirty minutes and some manly tears later, you’re the proud owner of a Banshee Chassis Blueprint.
Alright ‘Shy. Now how about the others?
>”Nuh uh uh.” She waves a hoof.
>”If you want me to put out, than you have to too.”
>She licks her lips.
>Oh god...
>You can hear her lips moisten from across the room.
>Both sets.
>Retch.
>Just close your eyes and think of Banshee...
 
>Another session later you find yourself heaving into your trash can.
Alright ‘Shy.
>You manage to speak between chunks.
Cough up the parts.
>She hands you something.
>It’s...
>Streamline.
>Wut?
>Your fury knows no bounds.
What the fuck is this shit?!
>”I don’t give out blueprints every time, mister. It’s random.”
>You’re about to lunge for her neck.
>”But I do have a high drop rate.”
>She wiggles her flank.
>So it’s come to this.
>Either bang your rapist-turned-extortionist or grind through defense missions...
>So instead of writing Flutterrape, you’re busy running Xini for the 10,000,000th time.
>Because you’re sure as hell not going to get them
>Fucking Fluttershy.