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>Day FUCKETY FUCK in Equestria.
>You are mad.
>Very, very mad.
>Today was fine. You woke up as normal. You had a shower as normal. You came downstairs as normal.
>That is when you noticed it.
>It that was missing.
>Your notebook.
>Somep0ny has stolen your spiral notebook.
>Somep0ny who will soon be very, very, dead.
>You storm back and forth in your house, muttering, cursing, gesticulating.
>Who could have done such a despicable thing?
>Who was here recently?
>Pinkie Pie.
>The pink fluffy airhead had invited herself over for lunch yesterday.
>Yes, you are sure she must have taken it. No doubt she is reading it this very minute, flailing her hooves in laughter.
>They will never find her body.
>You barrel out of your front door and make for Sugarcube Corner.
>Ponies cry out and cower as you pass them, swinging your arms like the T-1000, face stretched into a murderous glare.
>There, ahead of you. The colorful distinct shape of the bakery.
>Suddenly a pink blob bounces out of its front doors.
>Target sighted.
>You pump your legs harder, closing the distance. She spots you and waves.
>"Oh hey Anon!"
>With all your might, you tackle the pink pony to the ground.
>Hooves and limbs flail as you both twist and turn in the dirt. Soon you have her pinned, your face pressed against hers.
"Where is it? WHERE IS IT?"
>"Augh...ah...W-what?" She chokes out.
"WHERE IS MY NOTEBOOK!? MY SPIRAL NOTEBOOK. GIVE IT TO ME. I know you have it."
>She squeals in terror, seeing her death in your eyes.
>"A-anon, I don't know what you're talking about!" She speaks in between gasps.
"Yesterday. You were at my house. It was on the desk. Pieces of paper attached to a spiral loop. Now it's gone. Do you have it?"
>"N-no. W-hy don't you ask Twilight?"
"What? Why Twilight?"
>"S-she regularly goes through your things. The Princess t-told her to-"
>You hear no more. The roar of raging blood has filled your ears again.
>You leap to your feet, the quivering pink pony lying forgotten as you charge towards the library.
>Upon reaching it, the door is no match for your almighty foot.
"SPAAARKLEEEEEEE!"
>The unicorn looks up from her book with a start.
>"Anonymous, what a pleasant sur-"
>Her words die as you tackle her, closing your hands around her throat.
>Unlike Pinkie, she has magic at her disposal.
>Suddenly your hands are grasping around air as you are thrown back.
>"Anon, what in all of Equestria was that for?" She glares at you upside down.
>Actually, you are upside down, suspended in midair by a magical field. You begin thrashing and cursing her name to the depths of Tartarus.
"Where is my notebook!? I want it back, NOW!"
>"Your...notebook?" She regards you with a confused expression. It only makes you thrash harder.
"My spiral notebook!" Pinkie said that you go through my things, so I know you took it!"
>"Oh." Her face pales, and she looks away guiltily. "You weren't supposed to know. Please understand, I only did it to-"
"I don't care! Just give me the damn notebook!"
>She looks back at you, appearing relieved that you aren't pressing the issue.
>"Your notebook? I think I may have picked it up last night when I was...yeah, uh, I did pick it up."
>She turns to look around her pile of books, relaxing her magical hold on you.
>You gently drift to the floor, ready to spring into action.
>"Hmm, that's strange, I could've sworn it was here. Urgh, I bet Spike has something to do with this-"
"Where is he?"
>You are right behind the mare. She turns and recieves the full fury of your glare. She blanches a little.
>"Uh, Anonymous? A little personal space, please?"
"Where is he?"
>"Uh, Spike? He said he was going over to the Cutie Mark Crusader's clubhouse today. Look, if he has your notebook-"
>You do not hear her. You have dismissed her already as you turn and run from the Library, heading in the direction of Sweet Apple Acres.
>You swear, on all that is holy, if Spike has read your notebook, you will have a new pair of dragonskin shoes for winter.
>The clubhouse comes within sight as you dodge between trees.
>From this distance, you can hear filly laughter. It chills your spine and sends your blood into overdrive.
>No. No they didn't. They didn't.
>You zip up the stairs and launch at the club door, using your entire body as a battering ram.
>Instead of opening, the tiny hinges buckle under your weight and the door falls flat with you on top of it.
>Dust fills the room. Three high voices and one low voice cry out in shock.
>You zoom in on the low voice, pinpointing its location. You scrabble forward and close your hands around a scaled foot.
>With a yelp, you drag Spike forward, his terrified look filling your vision as you bear down on top of him.
"Give, me, the notebook."
>He stares at you blankly. You collect your breath for a second.
"Give me my spiral notebook. Now."
>"You mean this?" Scootaloo calls to you.
>Your head whips around as the dust finally settles.
>Scootaloo is waving a hoof at you, surrounded by her friends Applebloom and Sweetie Belle.
>On the floor in front her it rests.
>Your spiral notebook.
>Immediately you make a dive for it, but the filly drags it out of reach with a hoof.
>"Is this yours, Anonymous?" She asks with a grin.
>No. No, no no no no. Please, please say it isn't so...
>She grins even more upon seeing your pained look.
>"Me and the girls here, were just, giving it a skim..." She pauses to titter lightly behind a foreleg. Applebloom and Sweetie Belle are both trying to hold in giggles.
>No, they didn't-
>"It's very...interesting..." Applebloom manages to say before pressing a hoof into her mouth.
>"Quite a good...fantasy..." Sweetie Belle forces out, ducking her head to the floor and shaking.
>NO. THEY CAN'T HAVE. NO NO NO NO-
>Scootaloo fights to regain control as she speaks.
>"Tell me, have you always had such...fantasies when writing about...the Mayor?"
>With that last word, all three fillies explode, their bodies racked with laughter.
>With that last word, a keening sounds in your mind.
>You tremble as you feel hot and cold flashes creep up your back.
>The world fades into darkness, leaving only you to mourn the loss of your secret.
>Without a word, you gather the spiral notebook close to you. You look down upon the current page, detailing how you slowly lower yourself into the Mayor's gaping sphincter as she moans lustfully.
>What was once your private magnum opus is now sullied.
>Tears slowly drip onto the paper as you imagine everyp0ny you know standing before you, laughing, cajoling.
>You imagine Twilight, embarassed and disgusted.
>Pinkie, childishly spewing raspberries.
>Spike, guffawing and-
>Spike.
>SPIKE.
"SPIIIIIIIIIIKE!!"
>You turn to the baby dragon. He is still cowering on the floor.
>"A-Anonymous, please, I-"
"You. Are. Dead. YOU HEAR ME? DEAD!!"
>With a gulp, he makes a break for it, jumping out of the clubhouse window.
>You follow him, rolling as you hit the ground.
>Spike runs off between the trees as fast as his little legs can carry him.
>You are close behind, yelling as loud as you can about all the things he is going to experience.

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>Day FUCKETY FUCK in Equestria.
>You are mad.
>Very, very mad.
>Today was fine. You woke up as normal. You had a shower as normal. You came downstairs as normal.
>That is when you noticed it.
>It that was missing.
>Your notebook.
>Somep0ny has stolen your spiral notebook.
>Somep0ny who will soon be very, very, dead.
>You storm back and forth in your house, muttering, cursing, gesticulating.
>Who could have done such a despicable thing?
>Who was here recently?
>Pinkie Pie.
>The pink fluffy airhead had invited herself over for lunch yesterday.
>Yes, you are sure she must have taken it. No doubt she is reading it this very minute, flailing her hooves in laughter.
>They will never find her body.
>You barrel out of your front door and make for Sugarcube Corner.
>Ponies cry out and cower as you pass them, swinging your arms like the T-1000, face stretched into a murderous glare.
>There, ahead of you. The colorful distinct shape of the bakery.
>Suddenly a pink blob bounces out of its front doors.
>Target sighted.
>You pump your legs harder, closing the distance. She spots you and waves.
>"Oh hey Anon!"
>With all your might, you tackle the pink pony to the ground.
>Hooves and limbs flail as you both twist and turn in the dirt. Soon you have her pinned, your face pressed against hers.
"Where is it? WHERE IS IT?"
>"Augh...ah...W-what?" She chokes out.
"WHERE IS MY NOTEBOOK!? MY SPIRAL NOTEBOOK. GIVE IT TO ME. I know you have it."
>She squeals in terror, seeing her death in your eyes. 
>"A-anon, I don't know what you're talking about!" She speaks in between gasps.
"Yesterday. You were at my house. It was on the desk. Pieces of paper attached to a spiral loop. Now it's gone. Do you have it?"
>"N-no. W-hy don't you ask Twilight?"
"What? Why Twilight?"
>"S-she regularly goes through your things. The Princess t-told her to-"
>You hear no more. The roar of raging blood has filled your ears again.
>You leap to your feet, the quivering pink pony lying forgotten as you charge towards the library.
>Upon reaching it, the door is no match for your almighty foot.
"SPAAARKLEEEEEEE!"
>The unicorn looks up from her book with a start.
>"Anonymous, what a pleasant sur-"
>Her words die as you tackle her, closing your hands around her throat.
>Unlike Pinkie, she has magic at her disposal.
>Suddenly your hands are grasping around air as you are thrown back.
>"Anon, what in all of Equestria was that for?" She glares at you upside down.
>Actually, you are upside down, suspended in midair by a magical field. You begin thrashing and cursing her name to the depths of Tartarus.
"Where is my notebook!? I want it back, NOW!"
>"Your...notebook?" She regards you with a confused expression. It only makes you thrash harder.
"My spiral notebook!" Pinkie said that you go through my things, so I know you took it!"
>"Oh." Her face pales, and she looks away guiltily. "You weren't supposed to know. Please understand, I only did it to-"
"I don't care! Just give me the damn notebook!"
>She looks back at you, appearing relieved that you aren't pressing the issue.
>"Your notebook? I think I may have picked it up last night when I was...yeah, uh, I did pick it up."
>She turns to look around her pile of books, relaxing her magical hold on you.
>You gently drift to the floor, ready to spring into action.
>"Hmm, that's strange, I could've sworn it was here. Urgh, I bet Spike has something to do with this-"
"Where is he?"
>You are right behind the mare. She turns and recieves the full fury of your glare. She blanches a little.
>"Uh, Anonymous? A little personal space, please?"
"Where is he?"
>"Uh, Spike? He said he was going over to the Cutie Mark Crusader's clubhouse today. Look, if he has your notebook-"
>You do not hear her. You have dismissed her already as you turn and run from the Library, heading in the direction of Sweet Apple Acres.
>You swear, on all that is holy, if Spike has read your notebook, you will have a new pair of dragonskin shoes for winter.
>The clubhouse comes within sight as you dodge between trees. 
>From this distance, you can hear filly laughter. It chills your spine and sends your blood into overdrive. 
>No. No they didn't. They didn't.
>You zip up the stairs and launch at the club door, using your entire body as a battering ram.
>Instead of opening, the tiny hinges buckle under your weight and the door falls flat with you on top of it.
>Dust fills the room. Three high voices and one low voice cry out in shock.
>You zoom in on the low voice, pinpointing its location. You scrabble forward and close your hands around a scaled foot. 
>With a yelp, you drag Spike forward, his terrified look filling your vision as you bear down on top of him.
"Give, me, the notebook."
>He stares at you blankly. You collect your breath for a second.
"Give me my spiral notebook. Now."
>"You mean this?" Scootaloo calls to you. 
>Your head whips around as the dust finally settles.
>Scootaloo is waving a hoof at you, surrounded by her friends Applebloom and Sweetie Belle.
>On the floor in front her it rests.
>Your spiral notebook.
>Immediately you make a dive for it, but the filly drags it out of reach with a hoof.
>"Is this yours, Anonymous?" She asks with a grin.
>No. No, no no no no. Please, please say it isn't so...
>She grins even more upon seeing your pained look.
>"Me and the girls here, were just, giving it a skim..." She pauses to titter lightly behind a foreleg. Applebloom and Sweetie Belle are both trying to hold in giggles.
>No, they didn't-
>"It's very...interesting..." Applebloom manages to say before pressing a hoof into her mouth.
>"Quite a good...fantasy..." Sweetie Belle forces out, ducking her head to the floor and shaking.
>NO. THEY CAN'T HAVE. NO NO NO NO-
>Scootaloo fights to regain control as she speaks. 
>"Tell me, have you always had such...fantasies when writing about...the Mayor?"
>With that last word, all three fillies explode, their bodies racked with laughter.
>With that last word, a keening sounds in your mind. 
>You tremble as you feel hot and cold flashes creep up your back.
>The world fades into darkness, leaving only you to mourn the loss of your secret.
>Without a word, you gather the spiral notebook close to you. You look down upon the current page, detailing how you slowly lower yourself into the Mayor's gaping sphincter as she moans lustfully.
>What was once your private magnum opus is now sullied.
>Tears slowly drip onto the paper as you imagine everyp0ny you know standing before you, laughing, cajoling.
>You imagine Twilight, embarassed and disgusted.
>Pinkie, childishly spewing raspberries. 
>Spike, guffawing and-
>Spike.
>SPIKE.
"SPIIIIIIIIIIKE!!"
>You turn to the baby dragon. He is still cowering on the floor.
>"A-Anonymous, please, I-"
"You. Are. Dead. YOU HEAR ME? DEAD!!"
>With a gulp, he makes a break for it, jumping out of the clubhouse window.
>You follow him, rolling as you hit the ground.
>Spike runs off between the trees as fast as his little legs can carry him. 
>You are close behind, yelling as loud as you can about all the things he is going to experience.

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