Title: Miscast - Chapter 9 Author: TechyConversant Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/AeK37qNe First Edit: Tuesday 29th of May 2012 04:16:53 PM CDT Last Edit: Tuesday 29th of May 2012 04:16:53 PM CDT >Day 14 in Equestria   "Rarity...it's...too tight..." >You struggle against the small hole. >"C'mon, force it in there, I need you to do this!" "I'm not sure it'll fit..." >"Just shove it in all the way in there!" >A wave of relief rushes over you as you finally force your head in. >"Well darling...how does it feel?" "It's warm, that's for sure...and soft..." >"Is that a...good thing?" "For this? Absolutely." >"I'm glad you like it!" "The hole's a bit small though." >"My bad, sometimes I forget how big you are..."   >You gotta admit, the sweater looks fabulous on you. >You've been helping Rarity with her newest clothing line, Hu-magnifique, styles of clothes that were inspired by, well, you. >Apparently the Manehattan exhibition went swimmingly, and they want more. >Though she is still mastering the art of human measurements. >You take off the sweater and fold it neatly alongside her other pieces. >Of all the clothes you've tried, the pants she makes are bar-none. >They should be, too! The main point of the line is the introduction of pants. >"Ready for more?" "Of course." >You're more than willing to help her get more clothes ready. >After all, she gives all the you-sized clothes to...you. >For free. >She levitates a new pair of pants over to you behind the screen. >You slide them on with ease. >They feel a bit breezy. >You look in the back, there's a huge hole in it! >It's not just a hole... >The pants seem to have no back. "Uhh, Rarity, did you not finish these?" >"Oh no darling, those are a special pair for p0nies who still want to flaunt their cutie marks!" >Assless chaps. >You're popularizing assless chaps.   >You come out from the screen, normal clothes intact. >"I still don't see why you need that silly screen." "If I wouldn't need it, why would you have it?" >Touche. >"...well, you make a very valid point..." "You bet I do. Is that all ya needed for the day?" >"Why yes it was, Anon. Be sure to stop by anytime!" "I'll plan on it, thanks." >And with that, you leave Carousel Boutique. >Hope she hits it just as big in Cantorlot... >Now, what to do with the rest of your day? >You promised yourself you weren't going drinking with Rainbow. >Again. >However, it is high time you check up on this 'going home' business. >You walk over to Twilight's treefort of solitude. >As you stride up to the door, you can hear crashing and banging going on inside. >Oh god what is she doing now. >With reluctancy, you knock on the door. >... >No response... >Try again. >... >You hear pitter-patter of small feet run up to the door from the other side. >It opens up, and your favorite housemaid Spike is there. >"Oh, hey Anon!" >Little guy has his apron on again. >Poor kid.   "Hey Spike. What was all that banging I hear earlier?" >Spike darts his glance away from you. >"Twilight's a bit...nyeh...right now." >Twilight walks in the room. >"SPIKE! I need you to send another letter! 'Dear Princess GOOD FOR NOTHING...'" >She sees you. >"Oh, hey Anon." "Hi...you alright?" >"NO! I am NOT alright." >Twilight looks pretty fucking depressed. >You walk in and take a seat, ready to hear her problems. >"Princess BUCKING Celestia has yet to respond to any of my letters!" >You've only seen her respond to one to begin with... "Is this out of the norm?" >"YES!!!" >She nearly explodes saying that. >"She always always always had an answer for me..." >And now she flips to depressed. >"But right now she could care less!" >And now she's crying. >Wow. Never realized how important this Princess bitch was. >What is she doing with all those letters?   >Meanwhile, in Cantorlot...   >"You dirty cheating slut!" >Luna tosses a controller at Celestia. >"How DARE you look at my side of the screen!" >Celestia scoffs. >"Like I'd need to see where YOU are to win. If anything, watching you would make me play WORSE." >The royal sisters just finished a match of Call of Cutie: Modern Warmare 3. >Luna finally gives. >"Fine, whatever...fuckin' cheater." >Celestia just strides around the couch triumphantly. >"Don't you have some letters to send or some shit?" >Celestia turns to the corner of the room. >There's a pile of letters on the ground that's easily higher than the couch. >"Ugh...Twilight Spazz keeps worrying about that whatever-it-is in P0nyville." >"Whatever it is? You don't even know WHAT they're dealing with?" >"Fuck if I care." >Celestia readies a piece of parchment and quill. >"'Dear Twilight, it's not that big of a deal. -PC'" >Luna starts cracking up. >"'Dear Twatlight, you can't do anything yourself. -PC'" >Luna's loving this. >"'Dear Dimlight, calm your flank. -PC'" >Luna abstains from laughter for a brief moment. >"Alright, alright, let's send her something that will make her stop." >Celestia rolls her eyes. >"Fine. 'Dear Twilight, while the matter you describe seems of great importance..."   >"...you should be prepared to take matters into your own hooves." >Spike's reading the freshly delivered letter. >"You may not understand what is happening, so you must take every action to understand it entirely. Study it carefully, and make sure that you are 100% thorough. I have faith in you. -PC." >... >"...P.S. Calm your tits." >With that, Spike rolls up the letter and puts it down. >Twilight is speechless. >What kind of Princess is this? >Wasn't exactly a very good ans- >"SHE'S TOTALLY RIGHT!" >What. "About the being thorough, or the calming yo-" >Suddenly, you feel yourself floating in mid-air. >Oh no. >"Of course! She's telling me to study INTENSIVELY. Make sure I'm 100% thorough..." >Oh fuck oh fuck. >"So that means it's time for some..." >Please don't fucking say it... >"...experiments!" >Today is not going to be a good day.   >A few hours later...   >Applejack is walking through town. >"Where could that Anon be...he's a darn giant, he can't be too hard ta find..." >She walks up to several p0nies, asking where her human friend is. >No one knows the answer. >Eventually, she decides to try asking Twilight. >Maybe she knows! >AJ strolls up to the door and gives it a good knock. >"Just a minute!" >Twilight opens the door after a short wait. >She's wearing a white doctor's outfit, and metal goggles. >There's blood on her smock. >"What do you need, Applejack?" >AJ just stares. >"Uhh..." >"Is something wrong?" >"I, uh, was wondering if you had seen Anon..." >"Nope, haven't seen him." >Bullshit senses are tingling. >"...you sure?" >"Absolutely." >Bullshit radar going haywire. >"...mind if I come in...?" >"He's not here, AJ." >Bullshit scales are reaching critical levels. >But there was nothing she could do. >"...alright...thanks for your time." >Applejack trots off, looking back. >She KNOWS you're in there. >"Ah hope she knows what she's doin'..."   >Another few hours later...   >You wake up. >In an oh-so comfortable pile of hay. >Wait wait wait, how the fuck did you get here? >You were...at Rarity's. >Then...you can't remember. >Did you even go anywhere else? >Maybe it was a dream. >A fucked up dream, at that. >It involved scalpels...surgery... >You've been eating too many apples, fella. >As you get up, you feel a sharp pain in your side. >Lifting your shirt, you see a large scar... >... >... >"OH NO!" >You hear a squeak from outside. >There's an eye peeking at you from the other side of the door. >You have a pretty good idea at who it is. "Fluttershy?"   >She timidly walks into the barn, hiding in her mane. >Why the hell was she out there? "What were you up to?" >"..." "Standing outside my barn." >"..." "Watching me." >"Um...I...was just..." >Figured. >"But...I saw that scar..." >Okay, so you weren't hallucinating. >You lift your shirt to take a look at it again. >Damn that's a huge scar. >It would be infinitely more badass if you knew where the fuck it came from. >"That looks really painful!!" >She goes right up to you and inspects it. >"It looks like it's been taken care of..." >Well that makes you feel better. >Whoever decided to mutilate you took care to ensure it was dressed. >Fucking fantastic. >"Do you know where it came from?" >Not a fucking clue. >But you're pretty sure that's not a good thing to spread around. "Y-yeah. It was from a, uh, tree climbing accident a while ago." >Lying fuck.   >Fluttershy looks down. >"Alright...I was just worried..." "It's fine." >She just keeps staring at the ground. "Listen." >She perks up. >"Y-yes?" "Please stop stalking me." >And back down she goes. >"..." >You can tell that struck a chord. >Did she even see it as stalking? "If you want to hang out, or, something, just ask." >There's a smile. >"O-okay..." >She turns around and leaves the barn. >As she walks away, you faintly hear... >"Well NOW how are we supposed to follow him around?!?" >...as two sets of hooves walk away from the barn. >... >Fucking. Pinkie. Pie.