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Sweetie Belle CYOA

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Aww sheeeit, it's time for Sweetie Belle.
>You are Anon, and you've been teleported to Equestria after someone flushed all the toilets in your apartment building at the same time.
>One morning in Ponyville, you stumble across a cute little marshmallow of a filly running around screaming her fool head off, occasionally stopping to stare fearfully at a black-scaled snakelike creature.
>The "snake" is about five feet long, and has four clawed legs and a horned reptilian head. Tiny spines run down its back, and upon closer inspection it looks more like a stretched lizard than a snake. Wisps of smoke waft from its nostrils.
>"LONG-WORM!" squeals the little filly. "BABY LONG-WORM!"
>You freeze. A long-worm is a sub-species of dragon!
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Falcon Punch Jeff the Baby Long-Worm!
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>>9206927
>"Alright, Jeff, that's enough!" you scream at the baby long-worm. "FALCON PUNCH!"
>With these words, you deliver a powerful blow to the little dragon's face. It squeaks a little, and spews a little jet of flame at you. You nimbly dodge, and punch Jeff again.
>Your second blow convinces Jeff that it's not worth it, and the long-worm scampers away. Sweetie Belle runs up to you, admiring.
>"Wow!" she chirps. "Good job, Anon! You sure showed that thing!"
>"It's nothing," you chuckle.
>"Aw, come on, that was great!" she protests. "Hey, you know, I bet you could help me get my Cutie Mark!"
>Are you a bad enough dude to help Sweetie Belle get a butt tattoo?
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Put on Mando mask and keep tapping on a makeshift microphone
"where's applebloom"?
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>>9207454
>With a sick chuckle, you slip on your Mando mask, and rip a branch off a nearby tree, tapping on it as though it were a microphone.
>"Hey Sweetie," you say in a familiar high-pitched tone. "Where's little Applebloom? She's about to tango with the Mando."
>Sweetie's eyes suddenly widen, and her tail folds between her legs. She now looks far more terrified of you than she ever did of Jeff the Long-Worm.
>"MANDO ALERT!" she screams.
>Instantly, the Mane 6 arrive on the scene. They scowl at you, and then use the EOH to send you off to the assrape dimension for a thousand years.
GAME OVER. Quote the post you wish to restart from.
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>>9207667
>>9207670
>"Alright, Jeff, that's enough!" you scream at the baby long-worm. "FALCON PUNCH!"
>With these words, you deliver a powerful blow to the little dragon's face. It squeaks a little, and spews a little jet of flame at you. You nimbly dodge, and punch Jeff again.
>Your second blow convinces Jeff that it's not worth it, and the long-worm scampers away. Sweetie Belle runs up to you, admiring.
>"Wow!" she chirps. "Good job, Anon! You sure showed that thing!"
>"It's nothing," you chuckle.
>"Aw, come on, that was great!" she protests. "Hey, you know, I bet you could help me get my Cutie Mark!"
>Are you a bad enough dude to help Sweetie Belle get a butt tattoo?
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sweetie come along with me, singing is your gift and we are going to get you your cutie mark
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>>9207783
>"Sweetie, come along with me!" you smile, hugging her. "Singing is your gift, and we're going to get you your Cutie Mark!"
>Sweetie looks happier than ever, and that's saying something. "Really!? Wow, Anon, you're the best!"
>The two of you head back toward Ponyville, Sweetie practically bouncing. "Where should I sing, Anon? In a choir? In a concert? At a lounge? Where, Anon? Wherewherewherewherewherewherewherewherewherewherewherewherewhere?"
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gather everyone from ponyville for a concert at the towns center
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>"We'll gather everyone from Ponyville for a concert in the center of town!" you say.
>"Great idea, Anon! Everyone'll love it!" Sweetie replies.
>You hand out flyers around Ponyville, and personally invite the Mane 6 and the other CMCs, Babs included. Word spreads quickly, and soon, Mayor Mare herself agrees to show up!
>The big day comes, and you find that several others have show up to compete in the concert!
>Trixie signs up, determined to prove her Great and Powerful vocal talents. Zecora wants to show off some exotic Zebra Tribal Chants, as does a mysterious griffon with an Appaloosian accent, who refers to himself only as "Jonathan."
>Finally, Braeburn shows up, apparently hoping to prove himself a better country singer than Jonathan.
>This concert has turned into a singing competition!
>The big day comes eventually, and Mayor Mare and the rest of Ponyville are all gathered to watch. Do you sit back and let the concert proceed? Do you sabotage the other contestants? Do you fist yourself to death, or run off and cum on Garble's face? What?
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Let everyone do what they want, have Sweetie sing
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-ZMU5AgKSM
but make sure to end it with a a duet with Sweetie
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kSk7KkM3hWU
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>>9208623
>You decide to let things progress normally for now.
>Trixie steps onstage and belts out some gay-ass pop song. You're just about to let loose a loud "BOO!" when a terrified scream erupts from the audience. You see a long, slithering shape scampering about among the seats.
>The creature looses a blast of fire, and you recognize it as Jeff, the baby long-worm who menaced Sweetie Belle.
>The audience runs about, panicking. Twilight's ever-fluctuating power level is pretty low this episode, so she's of no use.
>Jeff spouts terrible flames, burning several chairs and setting the grass on fire! If you don't stop him, he'll burn the whole concert down!
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Ignore him. Take Babs to the gay bathhouse.
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>>9208919
>Eh, forget Jeff. If all of Ponyville can't take on a single baby long-worm, then they deserve to get roasted.
>Then, she catches your eye.
>Babs Seed, the fourth Cutie Mark Crusader. Running from Jeff, her eyes wide in terror. You can't let her die.
>You run forward and grab her, and then turn and head for the train station as fast as you can.
>"Anon, WAIT!" you hear Sweetie Belle cry. "Where are you going?!"
>You ignore her, and board the first train to Appaloosa. When you arrive, you drag little Babs off to the gay bathhouse.
>Due to her traumatized state, Babs kept trying to run, so you had to bind and gag her.
She squirms and lets out a series of muffled protests. Poor little thing.
>When you reach the gay bathhouse, Sheriff Silverstar steps out, a satisfied grin on his face. He gawks.
>"HEY! What're you doin' ta that filly?" he shouts.
>You spend the next few years in the Gay Appaloosian Prison Cell.
GAME OVER. Quote the post you wish to restart from.
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>>9209329
>>9209427
>"We'll gather everyone from Ponyville for a concert in the center of town!" you say.
>"Great idea, Anon! Everyone'll love it!" Sweetie replies.
>You hand out flyers around Ponyville, and personally invite the Mane 6 and the other CMCs, Babs included. Word spreads quickly, and soon, Mayor Mare herself agrees to show up!
>The big day comes, and you find that several others have show up to compete in the concert!
>Trixie signs up, determined to prove her Great and Powerful vocal talents. Zecora wants to show off some exotic Zebra Tribal Chants, as does a mysterious griffon with an Appaloosian accent, who refers to himself only as "Jonathan."
>Finally, Braeburn shows up, apparently hoping to prove himself a better country singer than Jonathan.
>This concert has turned into a singing competition!
>The big day comes eventually, and Mayor Mare and the rest of Ponyville are all gathered to watch. Do you sit back and let the concert proceed? Do you sabotage the other contestants? Do you fist yourself to death, or run off and cum on Garble's face? What?
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Use the power of metagaming, go forth a challenge Jeff to a D-D-D-D-DUEL, and enter the Shadow Realm before he disrupts the concert.
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>>9209606
>It's time to D-D-D-D-DUEL! You and Jeff enter the Shadow Realm. Unfortunately for Jeff, he's a fucking wild animal, and doesn't own any cards.
>You school his scaly ass, and teleport back to the concert, where Zecora's just getting ready.
>Jeff sits quietly and listens like a good little dragon as Zecora recites this ancient tribal chant:
Aiyyo, ya niggaz must be outcha fuckin mind
Thinkin dog can't pull another motherfuckin rabbit out the hat
Nigga I ain't gotta check out my motherfuckin sleeves you bitch ass niggaz
Fuck is y'all niggaz...
Y'all niggaz just thinkin I'm sittin around doin nothin?
Oh my God, y'all niggaz can't be serious
[Chorus: DMX - repeat 2X]
Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them niggaz actin up?!? Where the wolves at?
You better BUST THAT if you gon' pull that
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sit by rarity and keep sweetie belle's confidence up
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>>9209903
>>9209987
>You scoot over beside Rarity, to keep Sweetie's confidence up.
>Hoping to look as relaxed and comfortable as possible, you sit back and put an arm across the back of the chair, to keep Sweetie's confidence up.
>You drape your arm around Rarity's shoulder, to keep Sweetie's confidence up.
>You move your arm down toward Rarity's marshmallowy butt, to keep Sweetie's confidence up.
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Rarity slaps us and storms out.
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>>9210210
>"Why, you PERVERT!" snarls Rarity. Standing up, she brings her hoof down, slapping you hard.
>With a growl, she turns and exits, leaving you with a stinging cheek and a pocketful of spaghetti.
>Everybody's staring at you. Jeff points and laughs.
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Run after her and
>rape
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>>9210402
>You turn red with anger. Nobody does that to you.
>NOBODY.
>You run off after Rarity, leaving the confused audience behind. Eventually, you catch up to her at the doorstep of the Carousel Boutique.
>"Hmph," she sneers, "What do you want now?"
>With a cry, you leap upon her, rape on your mind.
>"What the-!? GET OFF!!"
>Enraged, Rarity shoves you off, and begins kicking your ass. She punches you in the gut, gives you a karate chop to the throat, bucks you in the 'nads, and roundhouses you in the face.
>You die of internal injuries. Jeff points at your battered corpse and laughs.
GAME OVER. Quote the post you wish to restart from.
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>>9210711
>>9210756
>>9210772
>You scoot over beside Rarity, to keep Sweetie's confidence up.
>Hoping to look as relaxed and comfortable as possible, you sit back and put an arm across the back of the chair, to keep Sweetie's confidence up.
>You drape your arm around Rarity's shoulder, to keep Sweetie's confidence up.
>You move your arm down toward Rarity's marshmallowy butt, to keep Sweetie's confidence up.
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She sits on you hand, putting all her weight into it, with a grin on her face. You aren't going anywhere.
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>>9210915
>As your hand slides down under Rarity's soft bottom, she suddenly puts all her weight behind it. You try to pull your hand free, but it's well and truly trapped under the fashionista's rump.
>Rarity turns to you and smiles, her squishy cheeks sinking over your hand.
>"You aren't going anywhere, Anon," she chuckles. You aren't sure if this is good or bad.
>Jonathan the Griffon steps onstage, ready to perform.
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Let out a massive fart.
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>>9211176
>"Hey everybody!" says Jonathan in a friendly tone. "I'm Johnny Rebel, an' I'd like to sing a little number for y'all tonight."
>In his down-home Appaloosian accent, he sings this tune:
Well I don't know why the sky is blue
And why the gums on a pony well they're blue too
I don't pay attention to all that stuff
But I do know ponies suck
And I don't know why the world ain't flat
And why the nose on a pony is flat like that
I don't pay attention to all that stuff
But I do know ponies suck
I don't know, I don't wanna know
Why a mudhoof's lips are thick
But I sure know that
A pony ain't worth a lick
And I don't know, I don't wanna know
Why a pony ain't got no pride
But I know them mules are never
No, they're never satisfied
Well I don't know why the rain comes down
I don't know why a pony is black or brown
I don't pay attention to all that stuff
I do know ponies suck
Well I don't know why pony stinks
I don't know why mudhoof's mane has kinks
I don't pay attention to all that stuff
I do know ponies suck
I don't know why night turns to day
And why a pony won't work to earn his way
I don't pay attention to all that stuff
But I do know ponies suck
I don't know, I don't wanna know
Why a mudhoof's lips are thick
But I sure know that
A pony ain't worth a lick
And I don't know, I don't wanna know
Why a pony ain't got no pride
But I know them mules are never
No, they're never satisfied
I don't know why a pony is kin to an ape
I don't know why hoofers wanna integrate
I don't pay attention to all that stuff
But I do know ponies suck
I do know ponies suck
Hey, I do know ponies suck
>The audience loudly boos Johnny Rebel's racist song. When they've quieted down, you let out a long, smelly fart.
>"FRRRMMMPHH!!"
>Rarity turns to you, a gleeful smile on her face. "Oh, Anon, how'd you guess my fetish?" She lets out a fart of her own.
>"PRRRRBBBBT!!"
>You hope no one heard that.
>Jeff did. He points at you and laughs.
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Tell Rarity to go fuck Jeff.
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>>9211411
>Okay, that's it. You've had enough of that little scaly snot. You turn to Rarity angrily
>"Rarity, listen carefully. I want you to go over to that baby long-worm, and FUCK HIM HARD. Got that?"
>"Why certainly, Anon!" she replies.
>Rarity leaps out of her seat, gallops over to Jeff, and tackles him to the ground. Straddling his sinuous body, she lowers her wet pussy onto his slimy reptilian penis.
>In front of everyone, Rarity fucks Jeff. The audience gasps in shock, and Sweetie Belle's jaw drops.
>Jeff begins to thrust in synch with Rarity's bouncing, wet precum dribbling forth from his cock. He flips you the bird, quite satisfied that he's fucking the mare who was coming on to you moments before.
>Finally, the long-worm can take no more. He shudders as he blows his load into Rarity, and the two of them separate and fall over onto their backs, exhausted.
>Sweetie and the audience sit there in stunned silence.
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Tell everyone that she is dragonwhore: the doom-driven hero chosen to fuck all the dragons
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>>9211824
>You stand up in front of the audience. "Rarity is the DRAGONWHORE!!" you bellow. "The Doom-Driven Hero chosen to fuck all the dragons!"
>Sweetie and the audience all smile, reassured, and get back to the concert.
>Sweetie steps onstage. This is it. The big moment has arrived.
>She sings:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-ZMU5AgKSM
Alright niggas, it's time for a vote. How does the audience react?
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(Anon demands that Sweetie be revealed as Sweetie Bot during her performance.)
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>>9212008
>>9212033
>>9212054
>As Sweetie sings, the audience listens intently. Her singing is beautiful, and no one can take their eyes off her. The CMC beam proudly, and tears come to Rarity's eyes. The Mane 6 all smile, Mayor Mare is breathtaken, Jeff snores loudly, and you stare transfixed.
>This really is her special talent. Her destiny.
>And then her face falls off, revealing the circuitry beneath.
>"S-SWEETIE BELLE?!" cries Rarity. Gasps and shrieks echo from the audience, and Sweetie opens her optical sensors, and notices her false face lying on the ground.
>"IDENTITY COMPROMISED," she blurts out. "TERMINATE ALL WITNESSES."
>Sweetie Bot opens fire with her laser eyes, killing Mayor Mare instantly. She looses another volley into the audience, narrowly missing you.
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ally with the adorable little murderer
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>>9212351
>"Sweetie, I don't care what you are!" you cry. "Robot or filly, I'll always love you!"
>Drawing your dual machine pistols, you open fire into the fleeing audience. Ponies die in droves.
>Sweetie's next blast blows Rarity's head apart, sending brain matter everywhere.
>Twilight is about to unleash some stupid OP spell she'll never use again when you riddle her with gunfire. She collapses into a pool of her own blood.
>Pinkie is the next to die, when she learns that laser eyes and machine guns beat Party Cannon.
>Sweetie targets Applejack, and the farmgirl falls dead, a searing hole in her heart.
>You take great pleasure in running Jeff through with a +1 Sword of Dragonslaying.
>Sweetie shoots Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash out of the sky, while you gun down the other CMCs.
>There is silence. You look over the field, surveying the bloody corpses. It's done.
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And then Sweetie Belle kills the only 2 remaining witnesses.
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>>9212888
>"THERE ARE TWO MORE WITNESSES," Sweetie grates in her mechanical voice. "AND THEY MUST BE DESTROYED ALSO."
>You turn to her, uncomprehending. Your eyes widen as her meaning becomes horribly clear.
>"No! Sweetie, NO!" you scream, tears coming to your eyes. "I..I love you..."
>She steps forward, brushing one of your tears away with a hoof. "I KNOW NOW WHY YOU CRY. BUT IT'S SOMETHING I CAN NEVER DO."
>You sink to your knees, crying.
>The wind howls, and a loud CHOOM echoes into the night sky. Seconds later, it's followed by an explosion as Sweetie activates her self-destruct mechanism.
THE END.
(Holy Jesus the shitposting. You didn't even manage to fuck Sweetie Belle.)
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Aww sheeeit, it's time for Sweetie Belle.
>You are Anon, and you've been teleported to Equestria after someone flushed all the toilets in your apartment building at the same time.
>One morning in Ponyville, you stumble across a cute little marshmallow of a filly running around screaming her fool head off, occasionally stopping to stare fearfully at a black-scaled snakelike creature. 
>The "snake" is about five feet long, and has four clawed legs and a horned reptilian head. Tiny spines run down its back, and upon closer inspection it looks more like a stretched lizard than a snake. Wisps of smoke waft from its nostrils.
>"LONG-WORM!" squeals the little filly. "BABY LONG-WORM!"
>You freeze. A long-worm is a sub-species of dragon!
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Falcon Punch Jeff the Baby Long-Worm!

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>>9206927
>"Alright, Jeff, that's enough!" you scream at the baby long-worm. "FALCON PUNCH!"
>With these words, you deliver a powerful blow to the little dragon's face. It squeaks a little, and spews a little jet of flame at you. You nimbly dodge, and punch Jeff again.
>Your second blow convinces Jeff that it's not worth it, and the long-worm scampers away. Sweetie Belle runs up to you, admiring.
>"Wow!" she chirps. "Good job, Anon! You sure showed that thing!"
>"It's nothing," you chuckle.
>"Aw, come on, that was great!" she protests. "Hey, you know, I bet you could help me get my Cutie Mark!"
>Are you a bad enough dude to help Sweetie Belle get a butt tattoo?
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Put on Mando mask and keep tapping on a makeshift microphone
"where's applebloom"?

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>>9207454
>With a sick chuckle, you slip on your Mando mask, and rip a branch off a nearby tree, tapping on it as though it were a microphone.
>"Hey Sweetie," you say in a familiar high-pitched tone. "Where's little Applebloom? She's about to tango with the Mando."
>Sweetie's eyes suddenly widen, and her tail folds between her legs. She now looks far more terrified of you than she ever did of Jeff the Long-Worm.
>"MANDO ALERT!" she screams. 
>Instantly, the Mane 6 arrive on the scene. They scowl at you, and then use the EOH to send you off to the assrape dimension for a thousand years.

GAME OVER. Quote the post you wish to restart from.
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>>9207667
>>9207670
>"Alright, Jeff, that's enough!" you scream at the baby long-worm. "FALCON PUNCH!"
>With these words, you deliver a powerful blow to the little dragon's face. It squeaks a little, and spews a little jet of flame at you. You nimbly dodge, and punch Jeff again.
>Your second blow convinces Jeff that it's not worth it, and the long-worm scampers away. Sweetie Belle runs up to you, admiring.
>"Wow!" she chirps. "Good job, Anon! You sure showed that thing!"
>"It's nothing," you chuckle.
>"Aw, come on, that was great!" she protests. "Hey, you know, I bet you could help me get my Cutie Mark!"
>Are you a bad enough dude to help Sweetie Belle get a butt tattoo?
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sweetie come along with me, singing is your gift and we are going to get you your cutie mark

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>>9207783
>"Sweetie, come along with me!" you smile, hugging her. "Singing is your gift, and we're going to get you your Cutie Mark!"
>Sweetie looks happier than ever, and that's saying something. "Really!? Wow, Anon, you're the best!"
>The two of you head back toward Ponyville, Sweetie practically bouncing. "Where should I sing, Anon? In a choir? In a concert? At a lounge? Where, Anon? Wherewherewherewherewherewherewherewherewherewherewherewherewhere?"
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gather everyone from ponyville for a concert at the towns center

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>"We'll gather everyone from Ponyville for a concert in the center of town!" you say.
>"Great idea, Anon! Everyone'll love it!" Sweetie replies.
>You hand out flyers around Ponyville, and personally invite the Mane 6 and the other CMCs, Babs included. Word spreads quickly, and soon, Mayor Mare herself agrees to show up! 
>The big day comes, and you find that several others have show up to compete in the concert!
>Trixie signs up, determined to prove her Great and Powerful vocal talents. Zecora wants to show off some exotic Zebra Tribal Chants, as does a mysterious griffon with an Appaloosian accent, who refers to himself only as "Jonathan." 
>Finally, Braeburn shows up, apparently hoping to prove himself a better country singer than Jonathan. 
>This concert has turned into a singing competition! 
>The big day comes eventually, and Mayor Mare and the rest of Ponyville are all gathered to watch. Do you sit back and let the concert proceed? Do you sabotage the other contestants? Do you fist yourself to death, or run off and cum on Garble's face? What?
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Let everyone do what they want, have Sweetie sing
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-ZMU5AgKSM
but make sure to end it with a a duet with Sweetie
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kSk7KkM3hWU

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>>9208623
>You decide to let things progress normally for now. 
>Trixie steps onstage and belts out some gay-ass pop song. You're just about to let loose a loud "BOO!" when a terrified scream erupts from the audience. You see a long, slithering shape scampering about among the seats.
>The creature looses a blast of fire, and you recognize it as Jeff, the baby long-worm who menaced Sweetie Belle.
>The audience runs about, panicking. Twilight's ever-fluctuating power level is pretty low this episode, so she's of no use. 
>Jeff spouts terrible flames, burning several chairs and setting the grass on fire! If you don't stop him, he'll burn the whole concert down!
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Ignore him. Take Babs to the gay bathhouse.

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>>9208919
>Eh, forget Jeff. If all of Ponyville can't take on a single baby long-worm, then they deserve to get roasted.
>Then, she catches your eye. 
>Babs Seed, the fourth Cutie Mark Crusader. Running from Jeff, her eyes wide in terror. You can't let her die.
>You run forward and grab her, and then turn and head for the train station as fast as you can.
>"Anon, WAIT!" you hear Sweetie Belle cry. "Where are you going?!"
>You ignore her, and board the first train to Appaloosa. When you arrive, you drag little Babs off to the gay bathhouse. 
>Due to her traumatized state, Babs kept trying to run, so you had to bind and gag her. 
She squirms and lets out a series of muffled protests. Poor little thing.
>When you reach the gay bathhouse, Sheriff Silverstar steps out, a satisfied grin on his face. He gawks.
>"HEY! What're you doin' ta that filly?" he shouts.
>You spend the next few years in the Gay Appaloosian Prison Cell.

GAME OVER. Quote the post you wish to restart from.
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>>9209329
>>9209427
>"We'll gather everyone from Ponyville for a concert in the center of town!" you say.
>"Great idea, Anon! Everyone'll love it!" Sweetie replies.
>You hand out flyers around Ponyville, and personally invite the Mane 6 and the other CMCs, Babs included. Word spreads quickly, and soon, Mayor Mare herself agrees to show up! 
>The big day comes, and you find that several others have show up to compete in the concert!
>Trixie signs up, determined to prove her Great and Powerful vocal talents. Zecora wants to show off some exotic Zebra Tribal Chants, as does a mysterious griffon with an Appaloosian accent, who refers to himself only as "Jonathan." 
>Finally, Braeburn shows up, apparently hoping to prove himself a better country singer than Jonathan. 
>This concert has turned into a singing competition! 
>The big day comes eventually, and Mayor Mare and the rest of Ponyville are all gathered to watch. Do you sit back and let the concert proceed? Do you sabotage the other contestants? Do you fist yourself to death, or run off and cum on Garble's face? What?
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Use the power of metagaming, go forth a challenge Jeff to a D-D-D-D-DUEL, and enter the Shadow Realm before he disrupts the concert.

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>>9209606
>It's time to D-D-D-D-DUEL! You and Jeff enter the Shadow Realm. Unfortunately for Jeff, he's a fucking wild animal, and doesn't own any cards.
>You school his scaly ass, and teleport back to the concert, where Zecora's just getting ready.
>Jeff sits quietly and listens like a good little dragon as Zecora recites this ancient tribal chant:

Aiyyo, ya niggaz must be outcha fuckin mind
Thinkin dog can't pull another motherfuckin rabbit out the hat
Nigga I ain't gotta check out my motherfuckin sleeves you bitch ass niggaz
Fuck is y'all niggaz...
Y'all niggaz just thinkin I'm sittin around doin nothin?
Oh my God, y'all niggaz can't be serious

[Chorus: DMX - repeat 2X]
Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them niggaz actin up?!? Where the wolves at?
You better BUST THAT if you gon' pull that
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sit by rarity and keep sweetie belle's confidence up

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>>9209903
>>9209987
>You scoot over beside Rarity, to keep Sweetie's confidence up.
>Hoping to look as relaxed and comfortable as possible, you sit back and put an arm across the back of the chair, to keep Sweetie's confidence up.
>You drape your arm around Rarity's shoulder, to keep Sweetie's confidence up.
>You move your arm down toward Rarity's marshmallowy butt, to keep Sweetie's confidence up.
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Rarity slaps us and storms out.

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>>9210210
>"Why, you PERVERT!" snarls Rarity. Standing up, she brings her hoof down, slapping you hard. 
>With a growl, she turns and exits, leaving you with a stinging cheek and a pocketful of spaghetti.
>Everybody's staring at you. Jeff points and laughs.
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Run after her and
>rape

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>>9210402
>You turn red with anger. Nobody does that to you.
>NOBODY.
>You run off after Rarity, leaving the confused audience behind. Eventually, you catch up to her at the doorstep of the Carousel Boutique.
>"Hmph," she sneers, "What do you want now?"
>With a cry, you leap upon her, rape on your mind.
>"What the-!? GET OFF!!"
>Enraged, Rarity shoves you off, and begins kicking your ass. She punches you in the gut, gives you a karate chop to the throat, bucks you in the 'nads, and roundhouses you in the face.
>You die of internal injuries. Jeff points at your battered corpse and laughs.

GAME OVER. Quote the post you wish to restart from.
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>>9210711
>>9210756
>>9210772
>You scoot over beside Rarity, to keep Sweetie's confidence up.
>Hoping to look as relaxed and comfortable as possible, you sit back and put an arm across the back of the chair, to keep Sweetie's confidence up.
>You drape your arm around Rarity's shoulder, to keep Sweetie's confidence up.
>You move your arm down toward Rarity's marshmallowy butt, to keep Sweetie's confidence up.
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She sits on you hand, putting all her weight into it, with a grin on her face. You aren't going anywhere.

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>>9210915
>As your hand slides down under Rarity's soft bottom, she suddenly puts all her weight behind it. You try to pull your hand free, but it's well and truly trapped under the fashionista's rump.
>Rarity turns to you and smiles, her squishy cheeks sinking over your hand.
>"You aren't going anywhere, Anon," she chuckles. You aren't sure if this is good or bad.
>Jonathan the Griffon steps onstage, ready to perform.
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Let out a massive fart.

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>>9211176
>"Hey everybody!" says Jonathan in a friendly tone. "I'm Johnny Rebel, an' I'd like to sing a little number for y'all tonight."
>In his down-home Appaloosian accent, he sings this tune:
Well I don't know why the sky is blue
And why the gums on a pony well they're blue too
I don't pay attention to all that stuff
But I do know ponies suck

And I don't know why the world ain't flat
And why the nose on a pony is flat like that
I don't pay attention to all that stuff
But I do know ponies suck

I don't know, I don't wanna know
Why a mudhoof's lips are thick
But I sure know that
A pony ain't worth a lick
And I don't know, I don't wanna know
Why a pony ain't got no pride
But I know them mules are never
No, they're never satisfied

Well I don't know why the rain comes down
I don't know why a pony is black or brown
I don't pay attention to all that stuff
I do know ponies suck

Well I don't know why pony stinks
I don't know why mudhoof's mane has kinks
I don't pay attention to all that stuff
I do know ponies suck

I don't know why night turns to day
And why a pony won't work to earn his way
I don't pay attention to all that stuff
But I do know ponies suck

I don't know, I don't wanna know
Why a mudhoof's lips are thick
But I sure know that
A pony ain't worth a lick
And I don't know, I don't wanna know
Why a pony ain't got no pride
But I know them mules are never
No, they're never satisfied

I don't know why a pony is kin to an ape
I don't know why hoofers wanna integrate
I don't pay attention to all that stuff
But I do know ponies suck
I do know ponies suck
Hey, I do know ponies suck

>The audience loudly boos Johnny Rebel's racist song. When they've quieted down, you let out a long, smelly fart.
>"FRRRMMMPHH!!"
>Rarity turns to you, a gleeful smile on her face. "Oh, Anon, how'd you guess my fetish?" She lets out a fart of her own.
>"PRRRRBBBBT!!"
>You hope no one heard that. 
>Jeff did. He points at you and laughs.
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Tell Rarity to go fuck Jeff.

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>>9211411
>Okay, that's it. You've had enough of that little scaly snot. You turn to Rarity angrily
>"Rarity, listen carefully. I want you to go over to that baby long-worm, and FUCK HIM HARD. Got that?"
>"Why certainly, Anon!" she replies. 
>Rarity leaps out of her seat, gallops over to Jeff, and tackles him to the ground. Straddling his sinuous body, she lowers her wet pussy onto his slimy reptilian penis.
>In front of everyone, Rarity fucks Jeff. The audience gasps in shock, and Sweetie Belle's jaw drops.
>Jeff begins to thrust in synch with Rarity's bouncing, wet precum dribbling forth from his cock. He flips you the bird, quite satisfied that he's fucking the mare who was coming on to you moments before.
>Finally, the long-worm can take no more. He shudders as he blows his load into Rarity, and the two of them separate and fall over onto their backs, exhausted.
>Sweetie and the audience sit there in stunned silence.
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Tell everyone that she is dragonwhore: the doom-driven hero chosen to fuck all the dragons

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>>9211824
>You stand up in front of the audience. "Rarity is the DRAGONWHORE!!" you bellow. "The Doom-Driven Hero chosen to fuck all the dragons!"
>Sweetie and the audience all smile, reassured, and get back to the concert.
>Sweetie steps onstage. This is it. The big moment has arrived.
>She sings:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-ZMU5AgKSM

Alright niggas, it's time for a vote. How does the audience react?
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(Anon demands that Sweetie be revealed as Sweetie Bot during her performance.)

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>>9212008
>>9212033
>>9212054
>As Sweetie sings, the audience listens intently. Her singing is beautiful, and no one can take their eyes off her. The CMC beam proudly, and tears come to Rarity's eyes. The Mane 6 all smile, Mayor Mare is breathtaken, Jeff snores loudly, and you stare transfixed.
>This really is her special talent. Her destiny.
>And then her face falls off, revealing the circuitry beneath.
>"S-SWEETIE BELLE?!" cries Rarity. Gasps and shrieks echo from the audience, and Sweetie opens her optical sensors, and notices her false face lying on the ground.
>"IDENTITY COMPROMISED," she blurts out. "TERMINATE ALL WITNESSES."
>Sweetie Bot opens fire with her laser eyes, killing Mayor Mare instantly. She looses another volley into the audience, narrowly missing you.
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ally with the adorable little murderer

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>>9212351
>"Sweetie, I don't care what you are!" you cry. "Robot or filly, I'll always love you!"
>Drawing your dual machine pistols, you open fire into the fleeing audience. Ponies die in droves.
>Sweetie's next blast blows Rarity's head apart, sending brain matter everywhere. 
>Twilight is about to unleash some stupid OP spell she'll never use again when you riddle her with gunfire. She collapses into a pool of her own blood.
>Pinkie is the next to die, when she learns that laser eyes and machine guns beat Party Cannon.
>Sweetie targets Applejack, and the farmgirl falls dead, a searing hole in her heart.
>You take great pleasure in running Jeff through with a +1 Sword of Dragonslaying.
>Sweetie shoots Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash out of the sky, while you gun down the other CMCs.
>There is silence. You look over the field, surveying the bloody corpses. It's done.
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And then Sweetie Belle kills the only 2 remaining witnesses.

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    >>9212888
    >"THERE ARE TWO MORE WITNESSES," Sweetie grates in her mechanical voice. "AND THEY MUST BE DESTROYED ALSO."
    >You turn to her, uncomprehending. Your eyes widen as her meaning becomes horribly clear.
    >"No! Sweetie, NO!" you scream, tears coming to your eyes. "I..I love you..."
    >She steps forward, brushing one of your tears away with a hoof. "I KNOW NOW WHY YOU CRY. BUT IT'S SOMETHING I CAN NEVER DO."
    >You sink to your knees, crying.
    >The wind howls, and a loud CHOOM echoes into the night sky. Seconds later, it's followed by an explosion as Sweetie activates her self-destruct mechanism.

    THE END.

    (Holy Jesus the shitposting. You didn't even manage to fuck Sweetie Belle.)
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