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>Day camel's back in Equestria
>You are Anonymous
>You've been in magical talking horse land for about 7 months now
>And the ponies still only barely tolerate your presence
>The way they watch you, you can tell they're just looking for an excuse to get rid of you
>If you could handle living in Griffon or Minotaur lands, you would have moved their already
>But the Griffons live high in the mountains, and you wouldn't be able to stand it for long
>And the Minotaurs, well, the Minotaurs were Minotaurs, nothing else needs to be said
>So here you are, stuck in the land of "Love and Tolerance"
>It must be opposite day everyday for you.
>The closest thing you got to friends here is your boss AppleJack and your 'neighbor' Zecora
>Apparently Zebra, like the other races, are immune to whatever it is that makes ponies alone hate you
>AJ works you hard in the apple fields, but she treats you right
>She even asked her friends to be nice to you
>And they are...
>...when she's around.
>She knows they're still not entirely friendly with you, but she figures it'll just take time
>Snowball's chance in hell
>Before coming here, you weren't much for physical labor. At most you jogged a bit, the stamina really helping you out now.
>Thank you Emi.
>You spent most of your time back home watching your girl cartoons and playing games
>Especially strategy games
>You loved the shit out of those. Always thought yourself to be a pretty damn good strategist
>At least that's the idea you got from it since you played them so much and won more times than not
>But that didn't help you on an apple farm
>AJ would buck the apples, and you carried them back
>You tried to help Big Mac once
>Come to find out he didn't share his sister's sentiment in giving you a fair shot.
>He really hated you and made no attempt to conceal it when it was just you two
>You've been wondering if maybe you give off some predator pheromone or something that just makes ponies hate you, since the other races are ok with you
>Griffons seem to just be jerks in general, and Minotaurs are Minotaurs
>Anywho, break time is almost over, and it's time to get back to work
>AJ treated you fairly, but damn was she a slave driver
>You'd come in early and have a nice chat with her, but once the workday started she was on your ass, and just as soon as it ended, everything was back to being nice
>Reminds you of that old cartoon with the sheep dog and wolf
>But it hasn't been that bad lately.
>She doesn't yell at you as much since you're not dropping the apples or anything
>That isn't to say she doesn't yell at you regularly
>You go about your day same as the one before it, and most likely same as the next
>All this physical work has gotten you feeling pretty good about yourself
>Carting a few bushels of freshly bucked apples, you take a moment to remove your shirt since it feels like one thousand fucking degrees out here
"Damn, I'm looking good.
>You check yourself out, looking at muscles you didn't think you had
>You're finally out of your parent's basement, you have a job, you're physically fit, and only a single female for miles around who doesn't hate your guts
>And she's a pony
>feelsbadman.jpg
>"Anon, gosh darnit ah know it doesn't take that long to unload a cart of apples! Ifin yer don't git yer flank back here pronto, you'll be thanking Luna for the moonlight while you pick apples by hand!"
>And there goes your record of not getting yelled at
>A whole 5 hours
"Coming boss."
>After a few more hours of this, the workday finally comes to an end
>"Ah gotta say Anon, yer coming along nicely. Ah remember when you first started working fer me you were lucky if you could move one bushel without needing half the day ta rest."
"All thanks to you AJ. I mean it. If it weren't for you, I'd probably be sleeping in a tree, eating berries, and wearing leaves that made me itch in bad places. No other pony would give me a chance, let alone a job, so you really saved my ass.
>"Awww shucks Anon. I didn't do all that much. You earned every bit you got."
>"But ah still can't reckon why everypony treats you like they do."
"I've pretty much given up trying to figure that out at this point, and just try not to give them a reason to throw me into the Everfree or something."
>"Still, it ain't right. Ah've known most of these ponies mah whole life. Ah could understand them being scared of you at first like with Zecora, but to outright hate you the way they do just don't make a lick a sense to me."
"Nothing's made sense to me since I arrived in magical hors-"
>"Pony."
"-pony land."
>"Well, if it's any consolation to you Anon, you got a friend in me at the very least."
"Thanks AJ, that means a lot. Really."
>"Say Anon, me and the girls were going to SugarCube Corner after work, wanna tag along?"
>You think it over.
>All the looks.
>All the cold shoulders.
>All the tension.
"Nah, I'm pretty tired AJ, I think I'm just gonna go home, wash up, and go to sleep early."
>"Yer sure? Going out and being seen as just another pony might be good for your image."
>That's what you thought at first, too.
>Get a job, walk around town, talk to ponies, and just generally be seen as a contributing member of society.
>And after that week, it seemed they hated you more for spending more time in their presence.
"Yeah, I'm really beat. My boss worked me hard today. I swear, I feel like a-"
>You look around in all directions, making sure the coast was clear. Not seeing any around, you continue.
"-a pack mule."
>"You got something against mules?"
>Turning around, lo and behold in the middle of Sweet Apple Acres, far away from anything that wasn't a tree or apple, was a mule.
"No offense, sir. Just a figure of speech."
>"None taken." And he just walks off.
"Where did he even come from?"
>"That's one of the things no pony knows. Anytime anypony mentions anything about a donkey, mule or ass, they just come out of nowhere. Now that I think about, kinda like Pinkie."
>You both take a moment to look around, to see if the pink menace is anywhere.
"I don't know about you, but I was kind of expecting something to happen."
>"Likewise, sugarcube."
>With that, you two stroll out of the orchard and down the road, where you part company.
>You take the extra long way home.
>That is to say you walked all the way around the town just so you wouldn't have to put up with the inhabitants.
>You live close to the Everfree, partly because you wanted away from the citizens, and partly because they didn't want your home anywhere near them.
>You're positive they'd even hate you if you were to just drop dead, just for the inconvenience of having to toss your corpse in a ditch for the timberwolves to eat
>The trip home is uneventful. Luckily today is one of those days when some pony doesn't seemingly go out of their way just to piss you off.
>Getting to your home, you decide to wash the stink off of you, then get something to eat.
>You'd be absolutely broke if you bought anything from town.
>The few times you tried, the ones who didn't throw you out of their stores, sometimes literally, would charge you ten times the item's price, and as soon as you left, you could hear somepony being charged the regular price.
>Sometimes you just want to kill them all, but you probably wouldn't get past three before some unicorn magics your ass
>Magic may have a significantly reduced effect and was much harder to use on you, but that didn't mean they couldn't still throw shit at you.
>You knew that from personal experience.
>Stepping into the shower, you reach for your herbal shampoo
>Herbal because Zecora is the only one who doesn't ask for a contract for the soul of your first born for anything
>Which was fine, shit smelled good, and made your hair look good
>Not that you had anyone to showoff to
>After a nice shower and a healthy dinner of... apples, you decide to pay Zecora a visit since there was still enough daylight to go and come back before it got too dark
>Of course daylight didn't mean much in the Everfree, it was always dark under the thick canopy of the trees
>As is typical with these walks through the forest, you can't but dwell on how much you hate these ponies
>Nothing you do, nothing you say can get them to like you
>Even Pinkie hates you, and she apparently likes everyone
>Hell, she even threw a party for some griffon who was picking on Fluttershy
>That's gotta pretty low on the totem pole, and you're way below that it seems
>About twenty minutes into your walk, you realize you're a bit lost
>And that's very bad
>And then you realize it's very quiet
>The kind of quiet that you hear in horror flicks just before something really bad jumps out and horribly murders someone
>Which is probably about to be you
>As if on cue with your racing heartbeat, there's a rustle in the bushes, and a rustle in your jimmies
"Well, I guess the ponies won't have to worry about which one of them needs to dispose of me."
>You stare at the bush, awaiting to see what foul beast shall end you
>A mighty manticore? A pack of timberwolves? Or will you so unfortunate as to have a stare down with a cockatrice?
>And out from the bushes comes the terrifying, unstoppable, hideous...
>Deer
>A single deer steeps out of the bush at just stares at you
>And you stare back
>He's watching you watch him watching you
>You think about trying to kill it for a brief moment, the temptation of meat hitting you hard, but decide getting gored to death probably would hurt. A lot.
>Instead, you decide to roll with the crazy of magic horse land
"Mr. Deer, you wouldn't happen to know the way out of this forest by any chance would you?"
>It just looks at you, expressionless even by deer standards. Not that you're a master at understanding deer expressions or anything.
"Ask a stupid question I guess."
>As you're about to turn and walk of in some random direction in the hope of finding you're way out, the deer begins walking off.
>It continues walking for a bit before turning its head back to you.
>Is it looking to see if I'm following?
"Am i supposed to follow you?"
>As if in response to your question, the deer begins walking again.
>This deer, something was strange about. Something intelligent.
>Maybe... it... was... your spirit guide!
>Your are part Native American.
>A whole 1/32nd on your mother's side.
>Or something like that. At least you think you remember your grandmother telling you that.
>Then again at her age she was on a lot of medication.
>But if this deer leads you out and is in fact your spirit guide, then that crazy old bat must've been right.
>After about a thirty minute walk, you apparently walked further off the path than you thought, you find yourself back on the familiar path.
>Fuck yeah! Native American!
>Too bad you aren't back home so you could get reparation money from the white man for stealing your land and raping your women.
>Didn't matter that before working on AJ's farm you were whiter than glue.
>You're Native American now, with your own spirit guide and everything!
>Next stop: talking to trees and painting with the colors of the wind.
>Coming out of your little monologue, you notice your spirit guide is gone, without a trace.
>Must've gone back to the spirit world or wherever it is spirit guides go when not guiding people. After all, you're Native American, if it just walked away you'd see tracks, since your people are one with the land and are master trackers.
>Deciding that's enough adventure for now, you decide to head back home and think things over
>You get home without getting lost again and head straight for bed
>Maybe your spirit guide will show you a vision dream or something to get the ponies to stop hating you all the time
>Or at least somewhere to go without ponies who hate you all the time
>A man can dream, and you sure hope it's a good one

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>Day camel's back in Equestria
>You are Anonymous
>You've been in magical talking horse land for about 7 months now
>And the ponies still only barely tolerate your presence
>The way they watch you, you can tell they're just looking for an excuse to get rid of you
>If you could handle living in Griffon or Minotaur lands, you would have moved their already
>But the Griffons live high in the mountains, and you wouldn't be able to stand it for long
>And the Minotaurs, well, the Minotaurs were Minotaurs, nothing else needs to be said
>So here you are, stuck in the land of "Love and Tolerance"
>It must be opposite day everyday for you.
>The closest thing you got to friends here is your boss AppleJack and your 'neighbor' Zecora
>Apparently Zebra, like the other races, are immune to whatever it is that makes ponies alone hate you
>AJ works you hard in the apple fields, but she treats you right
>She even asked her friends to be nice to you
>And they are...
>...when she's around.
>She knows they're still not entirely friendly with you, but she figures it'll just take time
>Snowball's chance in hell
>Before coming here, you weren't much for physical labor. At most you jogged a bit, the stamina really helping you out now.
>Thank you Emi.

>You spent most of your time back home watching your girl cartoons and playing games
>Especially strategy games
>You loved the shit out of those. Always thought yourself to be a pretty damn good strategist
>At least that's the idea you got from it since you played them so much and won more times than not
>But that didn't help you on an apple farm
>AJ would buck the apples, and you carried them back
>You tried to help Big Mac once
>Come to find out he didn't share his sister's sentiment in giving you a fair shot.
>He really hated you and made no attempt to conceal it when it was just you two
>You've been wondering if maybe you give off some predator pheromone or something that just makes ponies hate you, since the other races are ok with you
>Griffons seem to just be jerks in general, and Minotaurs are Minotaurs
>Anywho, break time is almost over, and it's time to get back to work
>AJ treated you fairly, but damn was she a slave driver
>You'd come in early and have a nice chat with her, but once the workday started she was on your ass, and just as soon as it ended, everything was back to being nice
>Reminds you of that old cartoon with the sheep dog and wolf
>But it hasn't been that bad lately.
>She doesn't yell at you as much since you're not dropping the apples or anything
>That isn't to say she doesn't yell at you regularly
>You go about your day same as the one before it, and most likely same as the next
>All this physical work has gotten you feeling pretty good about yourself
>Carting a few bushels of freshly bucked apples, you take a moment to remove your shirt since it feels like one thousand fucking degrees out here
"Damn, I'm looking good.
>You check yourself out, looking at muscles you didn't think you had
>You're finally out of your parent's basement, you have a job, you're physically fit, and only a single female for miles around who doesn't hate your guts
>And she's a pony
>feelsbadman.jpg

>"Anon, gosh darnit ah know it doesn't take that long to unload a cart of apples! Ifin yer don't git yer flank back here pronto, you'll be thanking Luna for the moonlight while you pick apples by hand!"
>And there goes your record of not getting yelled at
>A whole 5 hours
"Coming boss."
>After a few more hours of this, the workday finally comes to an end
>"Ah gotta say Anon, yer coming along nicely. Ah remember when you first started working fer me you were lucky if you could move one bushel without needing half the day ta rest."
"All thanks to you AJ. I mean it. If it weren't for you, I'd probably be sleeping in a tree, eating berries, and wearing leaves that made me itch in bad places. No other pony would give me a chance, let alone a job, so you really saved my ass.
>"Awww shucks Anon. I didn't do all that much. You earned every bit you got."
>"But ah still can't reckon why everypony treats you like they do."
"I've pretty much given up trying to figure that out at this point, and just try not to give them a reason to throw me into the Everfree or something."
>"Still, it ain't right. Ah've known most of these ponies mah whole life. Ah could understand them being scared of you at first like with Zecora, but to outright hate you the way they do just don't make a lick a sense to me."
"Nothing's made sense to me since I arrived in magical hors-"
>"Pony."
"-pony land."
>"Well, if it's any consolation to you Anon, you got a friend in me at the very least."
"Thanks AJ, that means a lot. Really."
>"Say Anon, me and the girls were going to SugarCube Corner after work, wanna tag along?"

>You think it over.
>All the looks.
>All the cold shoulders.
>All the tension.
"Nah, I'm pretty tired AJ, I think I'm just gonna go home, wash up, and go to sleep early."
>"Yer sure? Going out and being seen as just another pony might be good for your image."
>That's what you thought at first, too.
>Get a job, walk around town, talk to ponies, and just generally be seen as a contributing member of society.
>And after that week, it seemed they hated you more for spending more time in their presence.
"Yeah, I'm really beat. My boss worked me hard today. I swear, I feel like a-"
>You look around in all directions, making sure the coast was clear. Not seeing any around, you continue.
"-a pack mule."
>"You got something against mules?"
>Turning around, lo and behold in the middle of Sweet Apple Acres, far away from anything that wasn't a tree or apple, was a mule.
"No offense, sir. Just a figure of speech."
>"None taken." And he just walks off.
"Where did he even come from?"
>"That's one of the things no pony knows. Anytime anypony mentions anything about a donkey, mule or ass, they just come out of nowhere. Now that I think about, kinda like Pinkie."
>You both take a moment to look around, to see if the pink menace is anywhere.
"I don't know about you, but I was kind of expecting something to happen."
>"Likewise, sugarcube."
>With that, you two stroll out of the orchard and down the road, where you part company.

>You take the extra long way home.
>That is to say you walked all the way around the town just so you wouldn't have to put up with the inhabitants.
>You live close to the Everfree, partly because you wanted away from the citizens, and partly because they didn't want your home anywhere near them.
>You're positive they'd even hate you if you were to just drop dead, just for the inconvenience of having to toss your corpse in a ditch for the timberwolves to eat
>The trip home is uneventful. Luckily today is one of those days when some pony doesn't seemingly go out of their way just to piss you off.
>Getting to your home, you decide to wash the stink off of you, then get something to eat.
>You'd be absolutely broke if you bought anything from town.
>The few times you tried, the ones who didn't throw you out of their stores, sometimes literally, would charge you ten times the item's price, and as soon as you left, you could hear somepony being charged the regular price.
>Sometimes you just want to kill them all, but you probably wouldn't get past three before some unicorn magics your ass
>Magic may have a significantly reduced effect and was much harder to use on you, but that didn't mean they couldn't still throw shit at you.
>You knew that from personal experience.
>Stepping into the shower, you reach for your herbal shampoo
>Herbal because Zecora is the only one who doesn't ask for a contract for the soul of your first born for anything
>Which was fine, shit smelled good, and made your hair look good
>Not that you had anyone to showoff to
>After a nice shower and a healthy dinner of... apples, you decide to pay Zecora a visit since there was still enough daylight to go and come back before it got too dark
>Of course daylight didn't mean much in the Everfree, it was always dark under the thick canopy of the trees
>As is typical with these walks through the forest, you can't but dwell on how much you hate these ponies
>Nothing you do, nothing you say can get them to like you
>Even Pinkie hates you, and she apparently likes everyone
>Hell, she even threw  a party for some griffon who was picking on Fluttershy
>That's gotta pretty low on the totem pole, and you're way below that it seems

>About twenty minutes into your walk, you realize you're a bit lost
>And that's very bad
>And then you realize it's very quiet
>The kind of quiet that you hear in horror flicks just before something really bad jumps out and horribly murders someone
>Which is probably about to be you
>As if on cue with your racing heartbeat, there's a rustle in the bushes, and a rustle in your jimmies
"Well, I guess the ponies won't have to worry about which one of them needs to dispose of me."
>You stare at the bush, awaiting to see what foul beast shall end you
>A mighty manticore? A pack of timberwolves? Or will you so unfortunate as to have a stare down with a cockatrice?
>And out from the bushes comes the terrifying, unstoppable, hideous...
>Deer
>A single deer steeps out of the bush at just stares at you
>And you stare back
>He's watching you watch him watching you
>You think about trying to kill it for a brief moment, the temptation of meat hitting you hard, but decide getting gored to death probably would hurt. A lot.
>Instead, you decide to roll with the crazy of magic horse land
"Mr. Deer, you wouldn't happen to know the way out of this forest by any chance would you?"
>It just looks at you, expressionless even by deer standards. Not that you're a master at understanding deer expressions or anything.
"Ask a stupid question I guess."
>As you're about to turn and walk of in some random direction in the hope of finding you're way out, the deer begins walking off.

>It continues walking for a bit before turning its head back to you.
>Is it looking to see if I'm following?
"Am i supposed to follow you?"
>As if in response to your question, the deer begins walking again.
>This deer, something was strange about. Something intelligent.
>Maybe... it... was... your spirit guide!
>Your are part Native American.
>A whole 1/32nd on your mother's side.
>Or something like that. At least you think you remember your grandmother telling you that.
>Then again at her age she was on a lot of medication. 
>But if this deer leads you out and is in fact your spirit guide, then that crazy old bat must've been right.
>After about a thirty minute walk, you apparently walked further off the path than you thought, you find yourself back on the familiar path.
>Fuck yeah! Native American!
>Too bad you aren't back home so you could get reparation money from the white man for stealing your land and raping your women.
>Didn't matter that before working on AJ's farm you were whiter than glue. 
>You're Native American now, with your own spirit guide and everything!
>Next stop: talking to trees and painting with the colors of the wind.
>Coming out of your little monologue, you notice your spirit guide is gone, without a trace.
>Must've gone back to the spirit world or wherever it is spirit guides go when not guiding people. After all, you're Native American, if it just walked away you'd see tracks, since your people are one with the land and are master trackers.
>Deciding that's enough adventure for now, you decide to head back home and think things over

>You get home without getting lost again and head straight for bed
>Maybe your spirit guide will show you a vision dream or something to get the ponies to stop hating you all the time
>Or at least somewhere to go without ponies who hate you all the time
>A man can dream, and you sure hope it's a good one

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