Formation Alpha Dirge Waltz Anniversary: 2nd Sigma Relapse

>You are Anon.

>You have a stable job.

>Not a job working with horse crap, but an actual nine to five job in an office.

>The company is /Country Farm Insurance/ and is heavily biased against any involvement with the pony Ditzy Hooves.

>You have a comfy cubicle and work hard to be completely average so as to stay under the radar.

>But it's becoming hard.

>There's a new employee three cubicles down.

>Fucking Fluttershy.

>You know she only got a job here so she could molest you.

>Doing that shit at work will get you fired and anyone who does it is the problem with /CFI/.

>You have just finished another TPS report and are about to go borrow Cherry Berry's stapler, when that cunt Fluttershy walks into your cubicle.

>She's wearing an awful green turtleneck with a cat on it and has her mane done up in a ridiculous bun.

>"Hey Anon, just finished your TPS r-report?"

>You straighten the papers and narrow your eyes at her.

Yeah. I did.

>Fluttershy sighs and offers you a cup of coffee.

>You're pretty sure that's not sugar around the rim.

>"Don't you just l-love casual Fridays?"

>Ignoring her coffee, you get up and straighten your loose tie.

Fluttershy, It's not Friday. And we don't DO casual Fridays anyway. It's Tuesday. Nothing good ever happens on Tuesday.

>As you say this, your boss walks up.

>Great, you hate this guy.

>"Hey Anon, yeeeeeah, there's been some complaints about the cover sheets on your TPS reports..."

>You hold your report out.

>It has a boring looking cover sheet clearly on it.

What's wrong with my cover sheets?

>He sips from his mug, "yeeeah... You haven't been typing with the standard, Comic Sans."

>You stare.

Wait, you WANT me to use Comic Sans on a report?

>He pats your arm and walks past you, "atta boy, you'll get it one of these days."

>Fluttershy waves at him and he stops.

>"Fluttershy I must say that is a wonderful turtleneck. We might just have to start casual Tuesdays..."

>You bang your head against your cubicle.

 

 

Cherry, let me get your stapler for this TPS report.

>The mare looks up from her desk and begins mumbling.

>"It's my stapler... They always borrow my stapler and never return it. When I moved, I kept my stapler and if they take it again I'll set the building on fire..."

Sounds great Cherry.

>You snatch the stapler and officially finish your report.

>Now it's time to go take care of some personal business...

>You walk to the front of the office, fixing your hair as you go.

>That Cherry Berry was a pretty odd pony.

>She would probably be the one to do something drastic at work.

>You don't know what, but she'd be the prime suspect.

>Forgetting about all that, you approach the secretary's desk.

>You lean up against it all cool and smile.

Hey Roseluck, what's shakin' today?

>The flower pony giggles, "hey Anon, did you have fun at the bar last night? I heard you and Rainbow Dash were pretty wild."

>You flex a little and shrug.

I like to make things exciting.

>This pony totally wanted your dick in or around her lips.

>And you wanted to snuggle the shit out of her.

>She smelled so damn good and was always flirting with you.

Hey listen, you wanna maybe go out to-

>A feeling on your butt makes you stop.

>You turn and free yourself from Fluttershy's nose buried in your crack.

What the hell Fluttershy?!

>Roseluck laughs, "ooooh an office relationship?"

>You turn and wave your hands,

No no! She's just a friend!

>Roseluck winks and pokes out her tongue a little, "just teasing, I know."

>This boner could pierce the heavens.

 

 

>After almost getting cock blocked by Flutterbutt, you go and get yourself some coffee.

>On the way you see Flitter struggling once again with the printer.

>"Why does it say paper jam when there is no paper jam?! I swear, one of these days I'm going to kick this thing out of the window!"

You and me both.

>In the break room you see there's no one there and coffee is made.

Suhweet.

>You make a cup and head back to your cubicle.

>Flitter has unplugged the printer and is carrying it away with two other ponies, one holding a baseball bat.

Where you guys going?

>"To a field," Flitter grunts.

>You get to your cubicle, ready to dick around playing mine sweeper for an hour or so.

>But the site of your workspace makes your drop your cup of coffee.

What the fuuu...

>Fluttershy is in your chair, on your computer looking at pictures of cartoon kittens.

Fluttershy NO!

>It's all pictures of little cartoon kittens showing off their asses and pussies.

>Some even have huge dicks and tits.

>Octavia pokes her head over your cubicle, "oh wow, you like My Tiny Kitty? That's cool... IS THAT A-"

>You cover her mouth.

SHH SHH SHHHH! FLUTTERSHY TURN IT OFF!

>Of course your boss walks in at that exact moment.

>He looks at the picture of two male kittens with huge dicks fucking and a caption reading: 'follow me to the gay litter box'.

>"Yeeeeah.... Anon you're fired."

>Two days later the whole company is destroyed in a massive fire.

>Now you're jobless all because of

>Fucking Fluttershy.