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# Anon - Marron

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1. >be a little moth pony colt named Marron
2. >today is sunny, the wind is nice and breezy, the ground was soft and warm
3. >it just made you
4. >really... really
5. >you struggle to keep your mouth closed, but your efforts are futile
6. >from your mouth comes out a great big yawn that catches the attention of all the other fillies and colts on the play ground
7. >sleepy...
8. >scratching your head you mutter an apology, while you attempt your eyes to stay open for awhile longer
9. >your eyes half-lidded, you scan the playground for just the right spot for an afternoon nap
10. >you spy the sandbox
11. >your legs instantly swivel over in that direction
12. >memories of you loving the feeling of the hot sand caressing your fur
13. >hot summer days on the beach
14. >the cool ocean water
15. >halfway there you stop yourself when your tired mind registers it's current inhabitants
16. >it's the yellow moth colt and the green moth colt
17. >you don't mind the company of the yellow, nerdy moth
18. >he's quiet and really smart, you sometimes ask him for help in math
19. >no it's not him
20. >it's the green colt
21. >while yellow over there is playing with his truck
22. >green guy showed up with his fancy new toy backhoe and started shoveling sand over yellow
23. >you could hear yellow's crying and green's laughing
24. >you wouldn't wanna be in the middle of that
25. >grunting you look elsewhere for your napping spot
27. >you see the house-thingy
28. >you like the house-thingy
29. >nice and quiet, far enough to be secluded near enough that you can hear the bell
30. >perfect
31. >you reach it and start making yourself comfortable for your nap
32. >you spin around in a little circle and lie dow-
33. Hey dummy! Get out!
34. >you feel a pulling sensation on your bum and next thing you know you're on your rump outside your house-thingy
35. B-but I
36. >orange boops you on the nose
37. >your eyes tear up a bit cuz it hurt
38. I don't care! I got here first so I can tell you to leave!
39. >a feeling of indignation sprung up from the emotional wells of your heart, righteous fury burning through your flames!
40. H-hey! I-
41. >he boops you again
42. I. Got. Here. First. Leave. Got it?
43. >were instantly extinguished
44. >you nod, tears in your eyes, you trudge over to the stump on the edge of the playground
45. >huffing you curl up next to it, resting your head on the big root
46. >breathing out, you try to relax
47. >just as the feeling of sleep overcame you...
49. HEEEY! I KNOW! DANDELION WANTS TO PLAY TAG!
50. >you whimper and cover your head with your hooves
51. >you just wanted to sleep
52. >why is that so hard
53. >the Big Three seems to have chosen the area near you for their games
54. >Celestia knows how loud and rowdy they get
55. >you shudder about how you heard they tied up Ms. Sepia and almost...
56. >uuhhhh what's the word? Tour-should... her with sticks and stuff
57. >and Dad always said that sticks and stones stuff, about them breaking bones
58. >you remember him talking about something else about that not hurting
59. >Dad was always able to not mind getting hurt
60. >you remember seeing him wrestling with the mare down the street in his bedroom
61. >and they say wrestling was a dangerous profession
62. >and when something is dangerous that means it hurts a lot
63. >right?
64. >anyway you broke your leg once, that hurt really bad
65. >you don't wanna feel that ever again
66. >you curl yourself up tighter to block-out the noise of their playing
67. >you just wanted to slee-e-eeeeeep ;-;
68. >you curl yourself up even tighter, so tight you could almost pass for a ball
69. >until you feel a pair of forelegs wrap around your form
70. >you could only squeak at this sudden sensation
71. AHAAHAAAHHAAAAHHAHAHAAAAA-S-STOP PUH-PUH-HAHAHAHAHAOHCRUDAAHAHAH-LEAAAAAAAASE
72. >whoever was doing this started tickling you! the ba- no bad! That's a bad word and dad said you can't ever use that word ever again
73. >or at least when you're 15, so he said
74. >then you felt some tongue on the back of your neck and ear
76. ANOHHAA HAHAHA NONOHAHANONSTOP S-STOPIGIVEIGIIIIIIIVE
77. >they didn't
78. >after awhile they did let up, lettign you look at your assailant
79. >it's Orange Pop, one of the Big Three
80. >catching your breathe and fully awake you were gonna get up to ask her why when she said
81. Well, you looked kinda sad, soooooo I tickled you! Is that okay?
82. >nodding, you dust yourself and shake your booty, tryign to get the dirt and cut grass off of your little butt
83. So... wanna play with us? You seemed kinda lonely there.
84. >you raised your hoof up as make a point about you being sleepy and wanting your nap
85. >but you're not sleepy anymore
86. Meeeeeh, why not.
87. >Orange Pop grinned at you
88. Okay then! You're it!
89. >just as fast as she came she ran back, squeaking and squeeling with Flower Tart and Dandelion
90. >shaking your head you give chase

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>be a little moth pony colt named Marron >today is sunny, the wind is nice and breezy, the ground was soft and warm >it just made you >really... really >you struggle to keep your mouth closed, but your efforts are futile >from your mouth comes out a great big yawn that catches the attention of all the other fillies and colts on the play ground >sleepy... >scratching your head you mutter an apology, while you attempt your eyes to stay open for awhile longer >your eyes half-lidded, you scan the playground for just the right spot for an afternoon nap >you spy the sandbox >your legs instantly swivel over in that direction >memories of you loving the feeling of the hot sand caressing your fur >hot summer days on the beach >the cool ocean water >halfway there you stop yourself when your tired mind registers it's current inhabitants >it's the yellow moth colt and the green moth colt >you don't mind the company of the yellow, nerdy moth >he's quiet and really smart, you sometimes ask him for help in math >no it's not him >it's the green colt >while yellow over there is playing with his truck >green guy showed up with his fancy new toy backhoe and started shoveling sand over yellow >you could hear yellow's crying and green's laughing >you wouldn't wanna be in the middle of that >grunting you look elsewhere for your napping spot >you see the house-thingy >you like the house-thingy >nice and quiet, far enough to be secluded near enough that you can hear the bell >perfect >you reach it and start making yourself comfortable for your nap >you spin around in a little circle and lie dow- Hey dummy! Get out! >you feel a pulling sensation on your bum and next thing you know you're on your rump outside your house-thingy B-but I >orange boops you on the nose >your eyes tear up a bit cuz it hurt I don't care! I got here first so I can tell you to leave! >a feeling of indignation sprung up from the emotional wells of your heart, righteous fury burning through your flames! H-hey! I- >he boops you again I. Got. Here. First. Leave. Got it? >were instantly extinguished >you nod, tears in your eyes, you trudge over to the stump on the edge of the playground >huffing you curl up next to it, resting your head on the big root >breathing out, you try to relax >just as the feeling of sleep overcame you... HEEEY! I KNOW! DANDELION WANTS TO PLAY TAG! >you whimper and cover your head with your hooves >you just wanted to sleep >why is that so hard >the Big Three seems to have chosen the area near you for their games >Celestia knows how loud and rowdy they get >you shudder about how you heard they tied up Ms. Sepia and almost... >uuhhhh what's the word? Tour-should... her with sticks and stuff >and Dad always said that sticks and stones stuff, about them breaking bones >you remember him talking about something else about that not hurting >Dad was always able to not mind getting hurt >you remember seeing him wrestling with the mare down the street in his bedroom >and they say wrestling was a dangerous profession >and when something is dangerous that means it hurts a lot >right? >anyway you broke your leg once, that hurt really bad >you don't wanna feel that ever again >you curl yourself up tighter to block-out the noise of their playing >you just wanted to slee-e-eeeeeep ;-; >you curl yourself up even tighter, so tight you could almost pass for a ball >until you feel a pair of forelegs wrap around your form >you could only squeak at this sudden sensation AHAAHAAAHHAAAAHHAHAHAAAAA-S-STOP PUH-PUH-HAHAHAHAHAOHCRUDAAHAHAH-LEAAAAAAAASE >whoever was doing this started tickling you! the ba- no bad! That's a bad word and dad said you can't ever use that word ever again >or at least when you're 15, so he said >then you felt some tongue on the back of your neck and ear ANOHHAA HAHAHA NONOHAHANONSTOP S-STOPIGIVEIGIIIIIIIVE >they didn't >after awhile they did let up, lettign you look at your assailant >it's Orange Pop, one of the Big Three >catching your breathe and fully awake you were gonna get up to ask her why when she said Well, you looked kinda sad, soooooo I tickled you! Is that okay? >nodding, you dust yourself and shake your booty, tryign to get the dirt and cut grass off of your little butt So... wanna play with us? You seemed kinda lonely there. >you raised your hoof up as make a point about you being sleepy and wanting your nap >but you're not sleepy anymore Meeeeeh, why not. >Orange Pop grinned at you Okay then! You're it! >just as fast as she came she ran back, squeaking and squeeling with Flower Tart and Dandelion >shaking your head you give chase