Monkey Lord Anon

Monkey Lord Anon

[Sorry guys, no time to do a whole 20 part.. this would be complicated and time consuming, so a one shot?]

>You're Anon, you've been in Equestria for... how many days now... lost count :I

>So, it's Day Something in Equestria, if it's helpful at all, no calendars..

>You get up out of bed.. you shit, you shower, you sh-

>Wait no.. You're Monkey Lord Anon.. you can't shave off your super powers..

>Your guitar playing skills rely in that wonderful beard of glory and power.. it's almost wizard status.

>You get out of the shower, comb your beard and your Jesus hair that flows down mid-back..

>You step into the kitchen, completely naked.. your only clothes are one of the few guitars you had on you before the aliens took you to this magical place

>More specifically, this bad boy.. http://www.espguitars.com/guitars/esp-standard/m2-ntb.html

>During a rock show in Stonehenge..

>[spoiler] That song, "free bird" you played for guitar hero II didn't go too well, you didn't even get to pack before they took you. [/spoiler]

>You grab your breakfast and slam it down..

>The doorbell rings.. It's Tenacious D singing Master Exploder.

>You answer the door, it's Fluttershy, guessing your fetish.

>Usually it's a, "Hi Anon! Is p0nies swallowing icecubes and mayonnaise your fetish? [spoiler] GAK [/spoiler]

>But she's got with her.. a guitar?

>And an ORANGE stack?!

>Dis gun be good..

>She clears her throat and turns on her crate..

>You look at it in complete jealousy.. [pic related]

So what have you got there?

>'I'm guessing your fetish??'

>It could be.. Necrophilia and Monster Jams are kindof tied..

Maybe? Depending on if you can play it..

>'This sweet ol' thing? Let me serenade you Anon!'

1/2

 

 

>She begins playing a classical tune..

>Bouree in Em

>Extremely fucking boring, this is crackerbox compared to your likes, you almost close the door until she turns the tables of genre..

>She's transitioning from classical to heavy metal.. impressive.

>She looks at you with a squee, you grab your pick, and turn on the Marshall stack next to you..

>You slam down a quick riff, she almost blushes and says in a quiet manner..

>'Oh, that's what you're into? I'm not sure if I've perfected that method of playing yet.'

>You roll your eyes..

Well, there's always a first to try... show me what you've got flutterfuck..

>You hoist your guitar.. as Fluttershy grabs her pick [spoiler] Don't ask me how.. [/spoiler].. and prepares for the duel of her life..

http://vocaroo.com/i/s1QlRdrDiQsk

[spoiler] Sudden quality change, I'm upset. I spend all day repeatedly recording this due to fuck ups, and now I'm subjected to lower quality, vocaroo's a bugger. [/spoiler]

>The battle is over.. you're intimidated..

>Almost be-stounted..

>You and Fluttershy's hair blow beautifully in the breeze of the thunderstorm caused by a rock battle such as this..

>The staredown ends.. Fluttershy lowers her guitar.. it's come down to

>Who's gonna give up mentally first?

>She trots forward and hands you her guitar..

>'I tried so hard to impress you Anon.. I tried so hard.'

>You look down upon the yellow prodigy.. who nearly beat you..

It's okay, my pupil.. we all start somewhere, and we all work ourselves up. The reason why we fall to those below us.. is so that we can pick ourselves back up.

>She looks back at you with a smile and a tear in her eye..

Now practice hard.. and practice well.. time and efficiency is everything, technique is critical to playing.

>You shoo her off, she retreats happily back to her cottage.. probably to practice and try again a later day..

>Hopefully she doesn't come back and guess necrophilia..

>You close the door before you thoughts escape your mouth and into her ears..

>Fucking Fluttershy.

2/2