"[Filly NMM] A Battle of the Ages"
By 8th-Sin (https://pastebin.com/u/8th-Sin)

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Created on: Tuesday 18th of November 2014 04:26:58 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Sunday 9 of May 2021 08:39:10 PM UTC


>Even though you’re staring into a fully stocked fridge none of it appeals to you and might as well be a barren wasteland. 
>There’s a void in your gut that wouldn't be content even if you ate everything here. 
>Eventually, you give up with a sigh and return to your desk to get back to work on your drawing. 
>All this practice and you still haven't gotten good yet. 
>The struggle is real. 
>Then you feel a tug on your trouser leg.
>"Anon, where are the bed sheets?" Moonie asks.
>You turn to her, curious and before you speak up, you notice in the corner of the lounge room is a roofless pillow fort she must have built.
"Those double doors down the hall are for the cupboard that's full of them," you answer, your gaze still fixed upon the fort.
>It's a simple build, using the back of the couch and its cushions as walls with a few pillows, clearly from your bed, as supports. 
>As you continue to stare at it there's something inside you, an inner-child maybe, that just wants to crawl inside it. 
>Moonie returns, dragging a sheet behind her with her mouth. With a flick and some magic, she places it on top before scampering inside.
>"So, what do you think of FORT DOOM?" She asks as dramatically as possible from within the fort.
"Pretty cool. Move over, I'm coming in."
>"Woah, wait."
>You pause just outside the entrance as Moonie places a sign that reads, "NO OLD PEOPLE ALLOWED!"
>While technically she is older than you, you figure that if you use that she'll start using it too. 
>Probably to get out of trouble and to get something she wants. 
>Besides, you've got a better idea.
"Fine, I'll just go make my own pillow fort. With blackjack. And hookers."
>"I may look like a child but I know what a hooker is. You’re setting a terrible example as a parental figure."
"Still not invited to fort kickass," you reply in a childish voice.
>"This childish jealousy is so unbecoming," Moonie chuckles from within her fort, "besides your fort will clearly be inferior."
>You don't waste more time talking, instead you set to work on your fort.
>You use four chairs as the corner supports of your roof before stacking pillows like sandbags to form the front wall and the recliner cushions as the side walls. Once it's complete, you enter with a proud smirk. 
>From a small gap, you can see Moonie inside fort doom glaring at you.
"So, what do you think of fort kickass?"
>"You're such a child."
"Look who's talking. 
>"How dare you, peasant!"
"Peasant? Look upon fort--no--look upon CASTLE kick ass and know that I am a king-"
>You were planning to make a whole speech, even if you were making up on the fly, but it was cut short as a pillow soars high in an arc from fort doom towards castle kickass. 
>It makes a direct hit with your forward wall, causing the pillows to tumble everywhere. Rather than fix it, you use them as ammo.
"War," you shout as you begin the volley of pillows.
>"Sir Bearington, battle station," she roars as she returns fire.
>Soft, cushiony doom flies back and forth between fort doom and castle kickass. 
>Because of it's size, castle kickass makes for an easy target, you catch the pillows as best you can but you only have two hands whereas Moonie has magic to launch many in a row. 
>While fort doom has the couch covering most of it it, you're a good shot plus Moonie's magic is only strong enough to catch one at a time thanks to her filly form.
>"Surrender," Moonie demands from behind cover as you launch your latest barrage of pillowy death.
"You do?"
>"W-What? No,” she awkwardly stammers, “I'm telling you to give up."
"Never," you cachinnate. 
>At the same time a pillow smacks you dead-on in the face.
>You glance back to your castle to see only one chair standing while the rest of it has been knocked down. 
>Moonie's is in a similar state. 
>It looks more like a laundry pile than a fort so with fort doom doomed, she comes charging out from under the rubble with a battle cry and a pillow above her with magic. 
>You admire her courage but she must have forgotten how much strength you have compared to her. 
>Not wanting the battle to end yet, you pick up a pillow as a shield and drop to your knees.
>"Fool, you will regret relinquishing your one advantage," she triumphantly boasts.
>She starts swing right away with quite a bit of force but you block each one. 
>You can't resist laughing with each hit and it only annoys Moonie more each time you do it. 
>She's quick to think and begins to run around you, rapidly swinging eager to hit her mark. 
>While you're on your knees you can't exactly spin around quickly so your back and arse take quite a few whacks.
>"Haha! Victory is at hand."
>As she maniacally laughs, you bring the pillow above your head before swinging it right into the frantically scurrying filly's face. 
>One hit and she is down for the count. 
>Her pillow falls in tandem with her and she stays still, unable to fight on due to exhaustion.
>"Had enough?" she asks in the middle of gasps for air.
>You chuckle as you return to your feet and begin picking up all the bits and pieces of both forts.
>"What are you--ugh, I'm too tired to care."
>Leaving her to wallow in defeat, you begin assembling a bigger, better fort with the remains of the old. 
>Using the chairs stacked on top of one another and a sheet, you create a slope then reinforced the walls and entrance with the pillows and couch cushions.
"What do you think?" You ask Moonie who has caught her breath and is now beside you grinning.
>"Fort Doom 2.0"
"I don't get a vote in the name?"
>"Fort Doom is not a democracy. My word is law."
>You go to crawl into the newly built fort when Moonie jumps in front of you.
>"Woah, remember the rule?"
>She begins looking around, probably for that stupid sign you threw out so you take the opportunity to grab a pillow from the fort's wall and hit her with it.
"In this house, my word is law," you reply as you finally enter the fort.
>"You can't do this. The people of Fort Doom will rise up and retake their home," Moonie protests, stamping her hoof.
>Rather than reply, you roll over and relax. It feels much cooler in here after all. 
>Moonie continues her protesting and started up a speech you're already ignoring until eventually giving up kicking down one of the chair supports, causing the roof to fall.
>"Viva la resistance," she cries out as she makes her hasty retreat.
