- >Go in for a follow-up interview.
- >This job is practically yours.
- >Nothing is gonna break your stride.
- >"So, Anon. I see that you are very qualified for this position."
- Thank you, sir. I am eager to become a valued member of this company.
- >"Is that so?"
- >Tosses down a bundle of paper in front of you.
- >The title on the top makes your stomach drop.
- >"Mind telling me what this "Lulamoon Rape Protection" is all about?"
- >Start to sweat.
- Uh, h-how did you find this?
- >"I have my sources."
- >Start to blush.
- I-It was something I did in my spare time...when I was younger. I wasn't thinking. It was a momentary lapse of judgme-
- >"Making excuses now?"
- No! Nothing of the sort.
- >The interviewer smirks.
- >"Do you want this job?"
- >Nod.
- I'll do anything for it.
- >He smirks.
- >"Well then."
- >He reaches down.
- >Hear the sound of a zipper.
- >Walks out and shows you his stallion sized dong.
- >"You want to write about raping ponies...then start sucking like you're this Fluttershy you write so much about."
- >You have two choices.
- >Leave and never look back.
- >Or give into the pressure and do this for the job of your dreams.
- >You can't go back to being a loser, this will move you up the social ladder.
- >You open your mouth.
- >Close your eyes.
- >Taste his Big Mac attack on your tongue.
- >It could be worse.
- >At least you won't be homeless.
- >But now, you're sucking off some guy, all because of
- >Fucking Flutterrape.
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