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>Day 7300 in Equestria
>Shit, shower, brush your mane
>You are finally 20 years old.
>You are now officially an adult.
>Actually, not really.
>Every mare on her 20th birthday gets a rut from some lucky stallion in the town.
>At least, that what your friends tell you.
>You couldn’t find any information on this in any of your textbooks.
>Are you’re too embarrassed to ask Princess Celestia.
>But it doesn’t have to be anypony special, right?
>You decide to go to see Rarity about this.
>She would know best - after all, she is the element of generosity.
>Which included her flank.
>That whore.
>You get to Carousel Boutique and walk in.
>”Good morning, Twilight! It’s such a pleasure to see you!”
“Hi Rarity, did you know it’s my 20th birthday today?”
>”Oh, how wonderful! You’ve finally become a proper mare, all grown up!”
“Oh, no, not yet. I still haven’t…you know.”
>She pauses for a second
>”Oh, of course! Your marehood rut, yes?”
>You don’t like that twinkle in her eye.
“Yeah…that.”
>”Why, I remember when I did mine. It was absolutely marvelous. It’s such an experience, being with a proper stallion, when other methods just don’t do it.”
>She would know.
>She starts rambling on about the art of rutting and her own personal experience.
>You quietly leave while she’s going on about the different positions you could do it in.
>”…and there are these things called fetishes that some couple have…”
>There are books for a reason.
>You head over to Sweet Apple Acres.
>You see Applejack resting by a tree near the front gate.
>”Howdy, pardner! How y’all doin’ today?”
“It’s my 20th today and, well, I need some advice.”
>”Oh, the marehood rut? Whatdya wanna know ‘bout it?”
>How’d she guess?
“I need some help finding a good stallion for it. Would you know anypony I could, erm, do it with?”
>”Well, I just did it with ma brother Big Mac. Saved the trouble of having to find a stallion in town willing.”
>She did it with her brother? That’s messed up.
>Well, country hicks will be country hicks.
>”And he wasn’t bad either. Ah guess all the practice he’s had paid off.”
“Practice? Does he get around a lot?”
>”Well, ponies in this town sort of assume he’s a bit bigger for some reason, so lots of them ask to do it with him. Personally, I say he’s smaller than most. But don’t tell him I said that.”
“Pinkie promise”
>Even if Big Mac has experience, you wanted to opt for a bigger pony. After all, your books tell you that ‘bigger is better’.
>Better look elsewhere.
>You stop by Sugarcube Corner to visit Pinkie Pie
>Strange, she’s not at the counter.
>You ring the bell a couple times, waiting for her.
>Minutes pass. This is really strange for Pinkie, usually she would have appeared instantly.
>Maybe something happened to her?
>You hear a door slam upstairs, and her voice.
>”Bye-bye Mr. Clover! Happy birthday!”
>A Gray stallion walks past you with a satisfied look on his face.
>”Oh! Twilight! I didn’t hear you come in! Sorry, I was just giving a friend his birthday present!”
>You’ve heard that Pinkie’s gotten around a lot.
>Not like a whore like Rarity, but as a favor for all her friends in Ponyville.
>More like she’s everypony’s friend with benefits.
“It’s fine, Pinkie. Anyways, could you help me with something for my birthday?”
>”Ohmygoshit’syourbirthdayihavethebestpartyplannedoutforyouandthere’sgoingtobercakeandgamesandruttingandeveryponyintown’sinvitedand-“
>You place a hoof over her mouth so you can get a word in.
“I know you’re excited and have the party already. But I need- Wait, you said there’s going to be rutting at the party?”
>”Yes! I invited every stallion in town so they can all have a turn and you can finally feel good and have lots and lots of fun!”
>Great. Now Pinkie’s trying to turn you into the town cumdumpster.
“Sorry, Pinkie, but that’s not really what I was looking for. I wanted something more one-on-one, not a huge gangbang.”
>”But-“
“Sorry Pinkie, but I’m going to have to decline on that.”
>You see her face drop to the ground.
>It literally dropped to the ground. That’s pretty creepy.
>You back away towards the door.
“But I’ll still have the party.”
>Pinkie is immediately revitalized.
>”Oh great! We’ll have so much fun at the party! See you tonight!”
>Well, that went well.
>Time to go see Fluttershy.
>You would go visit Rainbow Dash, but Cloudsdale is a bit inaccessible to you.
>You already know that she sleeps with the Wonderbolts almost nightly, that’s why she’s on the team.
>And she would probably just take you to one of their rut sessions anyways.
>But anything was better than Fluttershy’s sex life.
>You’ve heard numerous accounts of her doing it with her animals.
>She’s told you that her favorite was the bear, just because it was so big.
>And goes into full detail about it every time it’s brought up.
>But surely she would at least know a stallion or two who could do it for you?
>No, you’re just trying to fool yourself. You know that you’re just doing this for the formality of being friends.
>You knock on her cottage door.
>”C-come in, it’s open.”
>Her voice seems more assertive than usual.
>Has she been seeing that minotaur again?
>You open the door, but were not prepared for the scene that beheld you inside.
>Fluttershy was tied up and blindfolded on a chair with various sex toys on the floor around her.
>There were dozens of small animals lying around her, seemingly unconscious.
>And that musky scent in the air.
“Fluttershy! What happened?!”
>”What? Twilight?”
>Flustered, she escapes her binds, tears off the blindfold, and shoves all the toys in a corner.
>She tries to revive the critters, but when that fails, she carries them to another room.
>All this in less than two seconds.
>So this is what she does on her own time.
>”I-I wasn’t expecting any company. You could have at least knocked.”
“I did, Fluttershy. You seem kind of busy, so I’ll just…go.”
>”Oh, yes. I mean! No, stay! I mean-“
>She seems out of sorts, like a filly caught with her hoof in the cookie jar.
>This is what Cadance must have felt every time she caught you.
>You head back out the door.
>Fluttershy tries to follow you, but trips over some rope still on the floor.
>”Come back!”
>imouttahere.jpg
>You see a bear walk into her cottage.
>Since you’re already by the Everfree Forest, you may as well see Zecora.
>Even though she doesn’t really know many stallions, or ponies for that matter, she may still have some good advice about rutting.
>You find your way to the little hut, where you see Zecora smoking something. A joint, you presume. She would be into that nature stuff.
>”Hello Twilight Sparkle, I see it is your birthday. Come, sit, have a drink and stay.”
>How the hell does she make all those rhymes on the spot like that? The world may never know.
>And how did she know it was your birthday? Crazy witch doctor magics.
“Hi Zecora. I was wondering, where you come from, on your adulthood birthday, do you have a …marehood rut?”
>She takes a deep breath and exhales a ring of smoke.
>This must be the time she’s using to make the rhyme.
>It definitely is for the author.
>”Indeed my child, that we do. I assume that it is a problem for you?”
>Well that was shit.
“Yes, I’m having trouble finding a stallion who can initiate me into marehood. I want this to be special, being my first time and all.”
>Another drag.
>”Patience, child, your time will come. But do not worry, for either way it will be lots of fun.”
>Shit shit shit shit shit.
“Yeah, everypony tells me that.”
>Suddenly she jolts upright, alert and glaring into the forest.
“Zecora? What’s wrong?”
>She trembles and sits back down.
>Her face is full of fear. You know she’s some kind of mystic, but just what exactly did she see to make her like this?
“Zecora?”
>No response.
>You try shoving the joint into her mouth and make her take a hit to calm her nerves.
>Thankfully, it works.
“What happened?”
>She looks at you with tears in her eyes.
>”This world has been upset.”
>What the fuck. If she didn’t rhyme, some shit must be going down.
“I don’t understand.”
>”Listen, Twilight Sparkle. Soon, this world will meet a fate that will disrupt the order everywhere. It may or may not be related to you, but you must fix it. Not even Celestia has the power to fix this problem.”
>Dafuq.
“Zecora, please. I don’t get what’s going on.”
>”You will meet a strange being. Make it your friend. If not, we are doomed.”
>Zecora slumps over and passes out.
“Zecora! What just- Zecora!”
>You check her breathing and pulse. Still alive. Good.
>But just what did she mean about things being out of order?
>You decide to leave this be and carry on.
>You tuck the zebra in and head back to Ponyville.
>You walk down the path in the middle of the forest.
>It has been trodden so much, it feels like an official pathway.
>Suddenly, you encounter a strange being.
>There are a plethora of odd creatures in the forest, but this one is different.
>This one shouldn’t be in the forest. Hell, it shouldn’t even exist at all.
>You trace your brain for any information on this thing.
>What was it…bipedal, opposable thumbs, no tail.
>It wasn’t an ape, you’ve seen apes before – this one seemed more…sophisticated.
>It turns and looks at you, with no expression on its face, and you realize.
>Human.

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>Day 7300 in Equestria
>Shit, shower, brush your mane
>You are finally 20 years old.
>You are now officially an adult.
>Actually, not really.
>Every mare on her 20th birthday gets a rut from some lucky stallion in the town.
>At least, that what your friends tell you.
>You couldn’t find any information on this in any of your textbooks.
>Are you’re too embarrassed to ask Princess Celestia.
>But it doesn’t have to be anypony special, right?
>You decide to go to see Rarity about this.
>She would know best - after all, she is the element of generosity.
>Which included her flank.
>That whore.
>You get to Carousel Boutique and walk in.
>”Good morning, Twilight! It’s such a pleasure to see you!”
“Hi Rarity, did you know it’s my 20th birthday today?”
>”Oh, how wonderful! You’ve finally become a proper mare, all grown up!”
“Oh, no, not yet. I still haven’t…you know.”
>She pauses for a second
>”Oh, of course! Your marehood rut, yes?”
>You don’t like that twinkle in her eye.
“Yeah…that.”
>”Why, I remember when I did mine. It was absolutely marvelous. It’s such an experience, being with a proper stallion, when other methods just don’t do it.”
>She would know.
>She starts rambling on about the art of rutting and her own personal experience.
>You quietly leave while she’s going on about the different positions you could do it in.
>”…and there are these things called fetishes that some couple have…”
>There are books for a reason.
>You head over to Sweet Apple Acres.
>You see Applejack resting by a tree near the front gate.
>”Howdy, pardner! How y’all doin’ today?”
“It’s my 20th today and, well, I need some advice.”
>”Oh, the marehood rut? Whatdya wanna know ‘bout it?”
>How’d she guess?
“I need some help finding a good stallion for it. Would you know anypony I could, erm, do it with?”
>”Well, I just did it with ma brother Big Mac. Saved the trouble of having to find a stallion in town willing.”
>She did it with her brother? That’s messed up.
>Well, country hicks will be country hicks.
>”And he wasn’t bad either. Ah guess all the practice he’s had paid off.”
“Practice? Does he get around a lot?”
>”Well, ponies in this town sort of assume he’s a bit bigger for some reason, so lots of them ask to do it with him. Personally, I say he’s smaller than most. But don’t tell him I said that.”
“Pinkie promise”
>Even if Big Mac has experience, you wanted to opt for a bigger pony. After all, your books tell you that ‘bigger is better’.
>Better look elsewhere.
>You stop by Sugarcube Corner to visit Pinkie Pie
>Strange, she’s not at the counter.
>You ring the bell a couple times, waiting for her.
>Minutes pass. This is really strange for Pinkie, usually she would have appeared instantly.
>Maybe something happened to her?
>You hear a door slam upstairs, and her voice.
>”Bye-bye Mr. Clover! Happy birthday!”
>A Gray stallion walks past you with a satisfied look on his face.
>”Oh! Twilight! I didn’t hear you come in! Sorry, I was just giving a friend his birthday present!”
>You’ve heard that Pinkie’s gotten around a lot.
>Not like a whore like Rarity, but as a favor for all her friends in Ponyville.
>More like she’s everypony’s friend with benefits.
“It’s fine, Pinkie. Anyways, could you help me with something for my birthday?”
>”Ohmygoshit’syourbirthdayihavethebestpartyplannedoutforyouandthere’sgoingtobercakeandgamesandruttingandeveryponyintown’sinvitedand-“
>You place a hoof over her mouth so you can get a word in.
“I know you’re excited and have the party already. But I need- Wait, you said there’s going to be rutting at the party?”
>”Yes! I invited every stallion in town so they can all have a turn and you can finally feel good and have lots and lots of fun!”
>Great. Now Pinkie’s trying to turn you into the town cumdumpster.
“Sorry, Pinkie, but that’s not really what I was looking for. I wanted something more one-on-one, not a huge gangbang.”
>”But-“
“Sorry Pinkie, but I’m going to have to decline on that.”
>You see her face drop to the ground.
>It literally dropped to the ground. That’s pretty creepy.
>You back away towards the door.
“But I’ll still have the party.”
>Pinkie is immediately revitalized.
>”Oh great! We’ll have so much fun at the party! See you tonight!”
>Well, that went well.
>Time to go see Fluttershy.
>You would go visit Rainbow Dash, but Cloudsdale is a bit inaccessible to you.
>You already know that she sleeps with the Wonderbolts almost nightly, that’s why she’s on the team.
>And she would probably just take you to one of their rut sessions anyways.
>But anything was better than Fluttershy’s sex life.
>You’ve heard numerous accounts of her doing it with her animals.
>She’s told you that her favorite was the bear, just because it was so big.
>And goes into full detail about it every time it’s brought up.
>But surely she would at least know a stallion or two who could do it for you?
>No, you’re just trying to fool yourself. You know that you’re just doing this for the formality of being friends.
>You knock on her cottage door.
>”C-come in, it’s open.”
>Her voice seems more assertive than usual.
>Has she been seeing that minotaur again?
>You open the door, but were not prepared for the scene that beheld you inside.
>Fluttershy was tied up and blindfolded on a chair with various sex toys on the floor around her.
>There were dozens of small animals lying around her, seemingly unconscious.
>And that musky scent in the air.
“Fluttershy! What happened?!”
>”What? Twilight?”
>Flustered, she escapes her binds, tears off the blindfold, and shoves all the toys in a corner.
>She tries to revive the critters, but when that fails, she carries them to another room.
>All this in less than two seconds.
>So this is what she does on her own time.
>”I-I wasn’t expecting any company. You could have at least knocked.”
“I did, Fluttershy. You seem kind of busy, so I’ll just…go.”
>”Oh, yes. I mean! No, stay! I mean-“
>She seems out of sorts, like a filly caught with her hoof in the cookie jar.
>This is what Cadance must have felt every time she caught you.
>You head back out the door.
>Fluttershy tries to follow you, but trips over some rope still on the floor.
>”Come back!”
>imouttahere.jpg
>You see a bear walk into her cottage.
>Since you’re already by the Everfree Forest, you may as well see Zecora.
>Even though she doesn’t really know many stallions, or ponies for that matter, she may still have some good advice about rutting.
>You find your way to the little hut, where you see Zecora smoking something. A joint, you presume. She would be into that nature stuff.
>”Hello Twilight Sparkle, I see it is your birthday. Come, sit, have a drink and stay.”
>How the hell does she make all those rhymes on the spot like that? The world may never know.
>And how did she know it was your birthday? Crazy witch doctor magics.
“Hi Zecora. I was wondering, where you come from, on your adulthood birthday, do you have a …marehood rut?”
>She takes a deep breath and exhales a ring of smoke.
>This must be the time she’s using to make the rhyme.
>It definitely is for the author.
>”Indeed my child, that we do. I assume that it is a problem for you?”
>Well that was shit.
“Yes, I’m having trouble finding a stallion who can initiate me into marehood. I want this to be special, being my first time and all.”
>Another drag.
>”Patience, child, your time will come. But do not worry, for either way it will be lots of fun.”
>Shit shit shit shit shit.
“Yeah, everypony tells me that.”
>Suddenly she jolts upright, alert and glaring into the forest.
“Zecora? What’s wrong?”
>She trembles and sits back down.
>Her face is full of fear. You know she’s some kind of mystic, but just what exactly did she see to make her like this?
“Zecora?”
>No response.
>You try shoving the joint into her mouth and make her take a hit to calm her nerves.
>Thankfully, it works.
“What happened?”
>She looks at you with tears in her eyes.
>”This world has been upset.”
>What the fuck. If she didn’t rhyme, some shit must be going down.
“I don’t understand.”
>”Listen, Twilight Sparkle. Soon, this world will meet a fate that will disrupt the order everywhere. It may or may not be related to you, but you must fix it. Not even Celestia has the power to fix this problem.”
>Dafuq.
“Zecora, please. I don’t get what’s going on.”
>”You will meet a strange being. Make it your friend. If not, we are doomed.”
>Zecora slumps over and passes out.
“Zecora! What just- Zecora!”
>You check her breathing and pulse. Still alive. Good.
>But just what did she mean about things being out of order?
>You decide to leave this be and carry on.
>You tuck the zebra in and head back to Ponyville.
>You walk down the path in the middle of the forest.
>It has been trodden so much, it feels like an official pathway.
>Suddenly, you encounter a strange being.
>There are a plethora of odd creatures in the forest, but this one is different.
>This one shouldn’t be in the forest. Hell, it shouldn’t even exist at all.
>You trace your brain for any information on this thing.
>What was it…bipedal, opposable thumbs, no tail.
>It wasn’t an ape, you’ve seen apes before – this one seemed more…sophisticated.
>It turns and looks at you, with no expression on its face, and you realize.
>Human.

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