"Tales from the Library Sleepover: Volumes I-III"
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Created on: Wednesday 5th of March 2014 01:06:27 AM CDT
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>”Okay, it says here that next we should tell spooky stories,” says Twilight from behind her great big book of everything inside about sleepovers.
>”You know Twilight darling, we don’t have to follow the book?”
>”Oh, I know. I’ve skipped a few things like pillow fights, after what happened last time I think it’s for the best.”
>Rarity and Applejack share a sheepish smile.
>”So, does anyone have a spooky story?”
>The group continue to talk amongst themselves as your mind wanders, it’s been nearly a whole year. Soon you’ll be able to-
>”Dash?”
“Huh, wattsup?”
>Admittedly, you’re a little annoyed to be broken from your happy train of thought but it’s to be expected when you’re at a sleep over.
>”Do you have a story? You always seem to have a few to tell.”
>”I bet she was making one up right now, you did seem little lost in thought.”
“Yeah, of course I do… Uh, here we go~!”
>You clear your throat and begin to tell the story of Anonymous but because it’s not exactly a spooky story, you decide it best to leave out certain details.

“It was a dark and stormy night…”

>Rain was coming down heavy and I was soaked...from the rain.
>I hurried home, ingredients in hoof.
>A tomato, garlic, a knife, some pasta and candles all wrapped tightly under my cloak.
>The stars were aligned tonight, it would be my only chance for another full year to summon him: The Mighty Anonymous.

>”Hey wait,” Pinkie slurs, flailing with a bottle of Jack around in one pink hoof, “I’ve heard that name before…”
“Shh, you’re drunk Pinkie, go home.”
>”Home is where the heart is,” she replies as she falls back into her pile of pillows.

>I had taken a book the from the local library on summonings, I studied and crafted and tried several times, but this time would be different, I would finally have my muscular strong hu- UH WOEFUL DEMON to myself.
>I could hardly contain my excitement, winking constantly.
>To get the rain out of my eyes.
>I was simply shivering with want, no, need for this vile beast to be mine.
>It wasn’t soon enough when I got home, flicked on the light and set out my ingredients on the floor.

>I prepared the pasta just like the diagram in the book, laying the noodles out on the floor in a pentagram shape.
>Next came the sprinkling of dandruff across the sigil.
>Then the parsley, chopped fine and placed opposite the dandruff.
>Finally, the sacrifice.
>I flicked off the lights, and the room was cast in shadow.
>Throwing off my cloak I get to my knees and try my hardest not to rub, er, my tomato the wrong way -- this was the most delicate part of the process.
>I grabbed the knife in one hoff, and the tomato in the other and said the magic words.
“By spaghetti, 12 herbs and spices, dandruff, and the savory sauce of tomato, I summon the fearsome, Anonymous of Earthehehshhhehehhhd.” 

>”What in the name of the Appul Kingdom was that?”
>Applejack interrupts your story, killing most of the mood you’d been working up for yourself.
“Uh, it’s called tongue... Because of the demon’s presence.”
>”Oh, I see. Go on then.”

>There was a bone-shaking crack of thunder, and the room becomes devoid of all light, as if someone turned off the moon.

>”Imagine if someone could shut off the money? Hey...hey...I wonder if thash moon mare saw and ligsh shwitches when she was up der?” Pinkie asks, rising from her pillows like a corpse from a grave...a very drunken corpse.
“Oh for buck’s sake.”

>All the spooky stuff happened: the house shook, lights turned on and off, a low humming noise echoed through my house and then it all suddenly stopped at once.
>And there he was, right before my eyes.
>A glistening, chiselled bronz- well, green, god!
>Shirt torn, muscle bound and handsome.
>As handsome as a featureless green face can be.

>”Shouldn’t a demon have horns? Did he have horns?” Twilight asked.
“Yeah sort of,” you laminate, “one big one, like really big.”
>”Just one? One his head?”
“No, Eh, it’s /hard/ to explain…”
>You giggle to yourself.

>”WHO DARE SUMMON ANONYMOUS, MASTER OF, er, ANONYMITY?”
"A-Anon, I've waited a whole year... master."
>"I'm not your master-"
"I-I got you a toy, I bought it from Cheerilee."
>"A train? I love trains."
>I blushed and handed him the cylindrical object
>He tore open the packaging the reveal the...non train.
>"A...A dragon dildo? You do this... EVERY FUCKING YEAR!"
>He still stands inside the entryway of the portal from his realm, probably because of some demon code to be unable to enter unless invited.
“Say the words,” I demanded in a sultry tone.
>He sighed and rolled his eyes.
>”Can I come inside, Rainbow Dash?”
“Yes, yes you may, cum inside.”
>”Fine,” he says with a grunt, like a kid being sent to his room.

>”You know, this story ain’t that scary?”
>”Ha! Look ash Twalot Spickle, she’s wet erself in fear.”
>Twilight blushes and hugs her pillow closer.
>”D-did not.”
>”Uhm, I’m pretty scared myself. Eep!”
“Can you all quit interrupting? I’m getting the the best bit in a second.”

>Anon steps into the room. I feel pure… terror… from just being in his presence.
>He looms over me like a giant, sexy, sweating deity.
>With his huge hands he picks me up, carries my over his shoulder to the bed, bouncing on him all the way with glee.
>I have him until the sun rises and I’ll be using him until I’m all used up.
>He throws me down and reaches to undo his pants with a grumbling.
“Wait...slower,” I ask.
>He rolls his eyes and zips down...slowly.
>Throbbing, green, massive!
>I could die happy right now, I thought.
>He slowly moves towards me, making me want him-

>”Dash, we wanted a spooky story. You’re just telling us one of your clop fics.”
“What? No! It was about to get scary, I swear. There was going to be blood and screaming and-”
>”Yeah, I bet there would have been screaming.”
>Pinkie jolts upright and lets out a horrified banshee scream, scaring the crap out of Fluttershy (unfortunately, quite literally), before flopping back down to her pillows to sleep comfortably.
“If you saw Anon, you’d understand the meaning of true fear. He doesn’t afraid of anything!”
>“Next story?”
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>It’s raining, hard.
>Your feet have never walked so much and are begging for a break.
>You’ve also been wandering around, lost, in a dark and dangerous forest for the past few hours. 
>”Hey, hey Anon.” your friend shakes your arm.
“What, you jackass? Can’t you shut up for like one second?”
>”Look, over there.”
>He points to a dark, run down mansion off in the distance. Just looking at it gives you the creeps, it has an atmosphere about it that makes you think ‘haunted.’
>”Come on, let’s go.”
>Jack is already running off towards it, leaving you slumped over by a tree trying to pick your tired ass up.
>By the time you catch up, he’s already opening the door and stepping inside.
“Did you knock at least?”
>”No!” he says with a hint of amusement, his voice echoing in the dark hallway.
“Wow, you’re an ass. We’re going to get our asses kicked for trespassing you know?”
>”Oh relax, I don’t think anyone even lives here. Hello~! And that’s jackass, to you.”
>His voice echoes even louder, further suggesting you’re both alone.
>Jack takes off his coat and throws it to the floor without a care before walking off down the hall.
>What a fucking idiot.
>You scoop up his jacket and put it on the hook, before following after him.
>Despite how it looks from the outside, the interior is quite well kept.
>There’s hardly anything like dust, cobwebs or broken walls to suggest it’s been abandoned.
>In fact you only just now realise there’s candles providing low lighting. You and Jack aren’t alone.
>”Anon, come here!” 
>Jack’s excited voice breaks your train of thought and when you catch up, you’re greeted by the tantalising aroma of food.
>Roasted vegetables of every kind also daisies, feedbags, Pony things!
>”THERE’S A RUMBLY IN MY TUMMBLY,” Jack says, almost ignorant of the fact that he is now eating someone else’s food.
>That fat sack of shit goes to town on a bed of lettuce, stuffing his face with the greens as if his life depended on it.
>Rather than join, you’re more interested in wondering who or what made this.
>You leave Jack alone to look around. The daisies and feedbag play on your mind as you walk around.
>Hunger must really have you if you’re actually considering eating horse food.
>You push thoughts of hunger out of your head for the time being at least until you work out who lives here.
>You’re probably going to have to apologise on jackass’s behalf, like always.
>As you walk along the seemingly neverending hallway, you take a look at all the art.
>It’s all pretty well done. Some fancy ass shit but they’re all pictures of grim looking ponies, like family portraits. 
>There’s no humans, well there is one and it’s of a pony standing triumphantly over a naked human. Kind of like a hunter poses over challenging game.
>If Jack were here, he’d probably make a joke about the guy’s dick.
>It is rather… large.
>Wow Anon, you’re feeling impotent from a painting. New low here we go.
>Finally, you come across a door. It’s rather small, standing about eye level on you.
>Slowly, you push the door open and step inside to see a cosy little bedroom.
>A red, silk bed with a few candles surrounding it.
>It would look nice with some rose petals and maybe a shapely girl on…
>Hmph, seems hunger gets you thinking like your witless friend. That is, not thinking about much other than food and sex. 
>You look around the room and notice a little chest sitting dead centre, it beckons to you.
>You can just blame it on Jack…
>Like Boromir being called to the one ring, the need to open and have it overwhelms you.
>You walk forward and gently caress it’s oaken frame, feeling the grain before lifting the lid.
>It takes a moment to process what lies inside, and the quantity but an immature giggle from behind you breaks that trance.
>You’re struck with the odd vision of one of these “toys” around Frodo’s neck. 
>A very bad fate.
>You pick up a big, purple one before you hear a floor creak behind you.
>The sudden noise causes you to spin around like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar, or dildo chest in your case.


POV SWITCH, no P doesn’t stand for whatever dirty thing you think it does.

>Killing a chicken is murder most fowl! you think to yourself with a chuckle, walking down the hall with a handful of carrots clutched closely to your chest. 
>You noticed Anon had left you half way into a salad, so you delved after him into a spooky hallway.
>As you begin your trek after your best bud, a song took you.

“Makin’ my way downtown,” you hum, taking a bite of carrot, “I forgot the lyrics...1000 miles if I could just see you!”
>Fuck it, we’ll do it live.
“Hey wow look at that guy’s dick, it’s huge!” you comment to no one in particular, unhooking the painting from its… hook.
>You saunter on down to find an ajar door with low candlelight coming from it.
>When you enter you find Anon knee deep in a chest full of reptile penises.
>He just looks up at you, like a deer in the headlights. Wide-eyed from shock.
“You uh, having fun there?” 
>Your painting cluncks to the floor and you approach him, slapping a greasy hand on his back.
“Quite the find. You gonna put on a show for us or am I all riled up for nothing?”
>”Oh, fuck you.”
>You dive backwards onto the bed behind you with a pomf.
“What are we gonna do on the bed, Anon-chan?”
>He turns to you and gives you a serious, berating look with a big purple dildo stuck to his hand.
>”Would you shut it? We’re likely to rouse whatever beast puts these toys inside themselves. I don’t think it’s a pony that lives here, I mean look at the sizes of these!”
“You won’t believe the shit I’ve seen ladies put inside themselves! I remember I was going through the ol’ tubes and I found these intriguing series of videos by this little asian girl. I think her screen name was Lulzies or something.”
>”Thanks for that little tidbit of information. I really needed it.”
>You get up, having finished all your carrots. Your mouth is a bit greasy.
>Looking around you find the only viable cloth for mouth-wiping: The dick painting.. You could use the bed but that would be rude, so you pick up the painting and wipe your greasy mouth all over it.
>”Hey, Anon, have you seen the massive cock on this painting? I think whoever drew that caught a glimpse of me in the shower.”
>“Wow, really? That was a nice painting and everything before you had to ruin it.”
“Was it because of the size? Hah! I just kind of just rubbed my face over a guy’s junk.”
>Anon rolls his eyes, clearly frustrated at you.
>”You jackass, I’m so sick of you. The whole time I had to put up with your bullshit, in the forest and in town. Even back home! You’ve even got your adlib version of Thousand Miles stuck in my head.”
“Woah! Back the fuck up, it’s a good song.”
>”Yeah. Yeah it is, but I don’t want to constantly hear it.”
>Anon looks at the floor a moment.
“Aha! You’re singing it in your head right now aren’t you?”
>”Goddamn you Jackass!”
>Confident you’ve won this argument, you lean back and end up uncomfortably resting your back on a wall candle.
>Before you have a chance to correct yourself, the wall spins, causing you to fall backwards.
>You’re pretty sure it’s closed shut behind you as the small bit of light goes out and all you can hear is Anon’s muffled shouts.
>It’s dark...and you’re hungry again.

POV SWITCH
>You’ve just witnessed your best friend get swallowed up by a trap door in a wall.
>Your first instinct is to drop the dragon dildo and go into a panic. You even pull on the candle to try and trigger the door again but you pull too hard, ripping the thing off.
>In a burst of anger, you throw the thing to the other side of the room which breaks a window.
>The freezing cold breeze beings you to your sense to a point.
“Getting angry will achieve nothing,” you say aloud to yourself.
>“BUT GETTING ERECT WILL!” 
>The muffled yell of Jack from behind the wall brings an annoyed smile to your face.
“Do me a favour, be serious for just a minute. Can you see anything?”
>”No. It’s darker than Black Pat’s asshole in here.”
“Pat?”
>”Yeah, the big black guy… from the moving company!”
“Whatever. Look, there has to be a way out. Follow the breeze or something and I’ll look around for another trap door or maybe whatever lives here.’
>”Time for Jack to let it rip,” Jack calls out, followed by what you think is the sound of a fart.
“This fucking guy.”
>Not wanting to continue the conversation with the dumb ass, you leave the room. Plus, Jack isn’t capable of getting himself out of a paper bag even if his life depended on it.
>As you walk back down the hallway you start tilting paintings, carefully pulling candle holders and any other cliche way of hiding trap doors.
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>It’s silent.
>And you’ve been walking around this house for what seems like a hour.
>You take a break on the floor with your back against the door to let out a tired sigh.
>You’ve never been at such a loss so you have no idea how lost Jack is feeling right now.
“Ah, who am I kidding. He’s probably happily singing Thousand Miles in the darkness and snacking on leftover food.”
>You also know it’s just as likely he’s in the dark whacking off, you fear to imagine what might happen if whoever lives here would do to him when they find him.

POV Switch
>It’s quiet, dark and boring.
>You give a loud, annoyed groan as you hope that Anon will hurry up and get you outta here.
“You know what, fuck it,” you say as you rub your hands together, “It’s been a few hours.”
>More because of boredom than anything else, you decide to have a quickie.
>And the moment you’ve got your hands on your thunder in your down under, you see a light coming from one end of the hallway followed by a voice.
>”Hello?”
>In the light, you notice a small wavering shadow. It’s small, about the size of a dwarf and oddly shaped too. It looks like it has six or so legs.
>Your first thought is a giant spider. It is possible if you and Anon somehow arrived in Australia.
>Then it starts coming closer.
>You decide it best to pull your pants up but you have a bit of trouble getting it unstuck from around a foot.
>Then the thing starts running faster.
>Whatever it is, it’s freaking you out and so in a bit of a panic, you decide to just take your pants off and sprint past it.
“TUNNEL SNAKES RULE,” you bellow as you charge full speed at it with your pants now left behind you on the floor.
>You’re not entirely sure but as you ran past you remember hearing a smack, followed by a squeak.
>You don’t stop running until you reach the other end of the hallway in what looks like a basement.
“Oh man, wait till Anon hears that I just turkey slapped a giant spider,” you chuckle to yourself.

POV Switch
>This place is huge.
>You’ve wandered into so many rooms, it’s like this was a hotel or something
>But why they’d build one out in the middle of a forest, you have no idea.
>You push open another door to see another bedroom.
>This one does have a pretty nice view though and off in the distance is something that gets your hopes up.
>A town, not too far off too.
>Now you just need to find Jack and get the hell out of here.
>It’s faint but you hear the creaking of a floorboard shifting under someone’s weight.
“Jack?”
>You call out but there’s no reply.
“If that’s you then don’t be a jackass. I know where we should go.”
>You hear some soft whacking sounds on the distant.
“I swear to god if you’ve got your cock in your hand again!”
>The creaking of floorboards is the only response so you slowly walk out of the room and peak around the corner.
>Your heart is pounding like crazy in your chest.
>If this is Jack trying to scare you, you really are going to kill him.
>As you look up both ends of the hallway, you see nothing.
“Jack?”
>Then, a head pokes out from behind the corner.
“That’s not you, is it?”
>To answer your question, they step out and unless he got involved in some human centipede type experiment in the last few minutes, it’s definitely not him.
>In fact, you’re pretty sure that it’s a pony which does make sense of all that pony art.
>Then, it slowly moves towards you.
>Almost like instinct, you move backwards.
>So it moves closer even faster, actually, it’s running right at you so you do the only rational thing in this situation. Run in the opposite direction.
>You’re faster.
>That’s one thing you notice as you’ve already lost it in just a few seconds.
>At least as you thought you did.
>You open a door to hide only to be tackled by a plum coloured ball of fur.
>Trying your best to free yourself of its grasp you find it, seemingly, rubbing its tummy against you.
>”I er, am I doing this right?” you hear it say in a sweet voice.



“AH! What? You talk?” you yelp, your shock bringing new strength.
>You throw the thing off you, and it’s revealed to be a horse.
>A small, cartoony horse.
>Eh.
>”W-what’s the matter?” she looks around at herself.
“Uh, well, you’re talking english for starters.”
>”S-so are you.”
>Well she’s got me there.
“But you're a horse! Horses don’t talk like humans.”
>”Yeah, well, humans are...big and strong and…” she saunters over.
“Don’t try to change the subject, we’re talking about talking right now, you...you thing! And no more tackling either!”
>"I-I only did it because the website said stallions like that sort of thing!
“You have the internet? Cool.”
>”Yeah, wanna see? I have a hooftop in my, erm, bedroom,” she winks.
“What’s up with your eye? It’s twitching.”
>”They told me that would work!”
“Work on what?”
>”Urh. Why is this so hard?”
“Maybe because you’re doing it wrong?”
>”Am not! I followed the webpage to the letter.”
“Do you believe everything you read on the internet?”
>”Y-yes.”
>You let out a sigh as you try and think of what to do.
>This pony seems friendly enough but you’re not sure if you should trust her.
>Then again, you haven’t got much else of a choice.
“I’m looking for a friend. We got separated a little while a go.”
>”A human? I think I… met him before.”
“Really, is he alright?”
>”Uh, yes. He was kind of yelling and running down the hall.”
>You rub your temples and try to calm down. Jack is definitely losing it which means he’s definitely lost his pants too.
“I hate to be rude, but can you help me find him?”
>”S-Sure. I’d love to help, I’m Cheerilee by the way.”
“Thanks Miss Cheerilee.”
>”Just Cheerilee, my students call me miss.”
“You’re a teacher?”
>”Yes, I teach the young fillies and colts in town. So you better behave or you’ll be staying after class.”
>She gives you a bump on the leg with her flank and walks off down the hall with a gentle sway.
>You give a nervous laugh and follow behind her.
“She’s friendly alright,” you mutter to yourself.

POV Switch
>It’s taken you a while but you’ve managed to find your way out of the basement and so now you’re walking through the house singing.
“If I could fall... into the sky.. do you think time… would pass me by cause you know I’d jack a thousand Jacks if I could just… jack you… tonight. DADADADA-Dededede. And I need you-”
>You were in the zone but then you see Anon off in the distance being pinned down by that spider thing.
>Normally you’d rush in to save him like the fucking champ you are but you don’t have any weapons to fight it off.
>But you know where to get one.
>You make your way down the hall, in the direction of what you think is to the bedroom you and Anon first walked into.
>Surely enough, you were right and sitting in the doorway is the big purple lizard dick Anon was holding.
“If my weapon is a giant purple dick, do I say I’m armed or boned?”
>You’ll have to ask Anon that later, right now you need to save the faggot’s little ass.
>You start running back down the hall, with a big floppy dick in tow, to where you last saw Anon.
>Hopefully he hasn’t been dragged off to the spider’s web yet.
>Luckily, he hasn’t been.
>He’s standing there beside the monster talking to it.
>Perfect.
>He has it distracted.
>You charge in, dragon dildo raised above your head as you shout your battle cry.
“Welcome to the SLAM!”
>As you shout “slam” the dildo collides with the spider’s face, sending it flying across the room.
>”Jack, what the fuck?”
“You’re welcome!”
>“Is it some human courting ritual to smack a mare with phallic objects?”
>Cheerilee asks as she picks herself up off the floor.
”Yes. Oh, you’re a pony? I thought you were a spider.”
>”Well do I have six legs and eight eyes? Don’t they teach this stuff where you come from?”
“Yeah, I went through school. Hey look Anon, it’s an octagon.”
>You gesture to a nearby painting with a stop sign in it, while Anon stands there quietly, giving you a deadpan stare.
”It has eight awesome-”
>“I get the reference you fucking idiot.”
“You’re no fun.”
>”Also, where are your pants.”
“I had to cut my loses.”
>Anon is about to ask what you meant until the spider-pony thing interrupts.
>”So uh, you going to introduce me?” she says, wiggling around a little.
>”No, I’d rather not. Trust me, this isn’t a guy you wanna know.”
“Jack,” you say as you point to yourself.
>”Cheerilee,” she replies with fluttering eyes.
>Before anyone says more, Anon’s stomach rumbles.
>You completely forgot to share those carrots with the guy.
>Cheerilee gives a playful giggle.
>”Why don’t we go get something to eat? I haven’t had something to eat either, all the food I made for myself went missing.”
”Awesome, I’m starved.”
>You give your belly a pat as Anon gives you a glare for being such a fatass before you both follow Cheerilee’s lead to the dining room.



“So, why did you act all spooky before?” you ask, biting into a head of lettuce, “You scared the cock out of my pants down in the basement.” No?
>”I, uh, I’m a little rusty at being social. It gets a little lonely in the summertime, when schools out and all…”
>”That doesn’t explain much.” Anon says doubtfully.
“Maybe she’s uh, what’s the word? Eggo-centeric.”
>”Eccentric?” Anon asks with a condescending glance. 
“Atta boy!” he throws a carrot at you.
>”Hey cut it out man,” he says, brushing himself off.
>Cheerilee just giggles a bit.
>You toss another, glancing at her, trying to make her laugh.
>It hits him straight between the eyes.
>”Hey! Stop it, that one hurt.”
>He growls and stands up, chair knocked back, claws digging into the fine wood.
>The house rumbles.
>Cheerilee looks a little scared.
“Aw, babby gonna cry?”
>You rise to your feet and turn around.
“Hey Anon, look, it’s a full moon tonight!”
>You then drop your boxer shorts to give Anon and Cheerilee a full view of your glorious, white ass.
>In a flash of dark fur he’s right on you, tearing into your perfectly sculpted ass.

POV Switch
“AND THEN THE SCARY HUMAN ATE HIS FRIEND AND THE MARE. THE. END.”
>All the girls jump at your sudden screaming, probably at your story too.
>Even you’re feeling some goosebumps.
“DUN-DUN-DUUUUUUUNN!”
>Pinkie’s head lolls to the side.
>”The buck was that?”
“Anonymous was a werewolf! And the full moon came out.”
>The girls all exchange unimpressed looks.
>”So uh, was that bit about his ‘perfectly sculpted’...behind really necessary?” Applejack asks.
“The devil’s in the details!”

POV Switch
”Okay, you know what? I think I’ll give this story telling business a go.”
>With the exception of the now passed out Pinkie and Rainbow who is still irritated you interrupted her clop storytime, the girls sit on edge.
“My tale, is about three brave fillies that were too eager to get their cutie mark to see the danger.”

>"Girls! Girls!"
>Scootaloo comes barging into the club house shouting, probably over another idea on how to get our cutie marks. Before she even says another word, you can already tell it's going to involve some form of danger, it always does.
>"How would you like to be the Cutie Mark Demon Hunters?"
>Despite her being out of breathe, she says it clearly and with such an excited tone, yet you failed to catch a single word.
"Demon hunters?" Applebloom asks, clearly confused.
>"Yeah! It'll be great. I'll be the-"
>"Scootaloo, we tried that already," Applebloom interjects.
"Plus there's no such thing as demons," you add.
>"No, we tried creature catchers, this is demon hunting."
"Also, there's no such thing as a demon."
>"Hmm, true. So where are we gonna find a demon?"
>When you look at Applebloom being calm then Scootaloo who has a grin large enough to rival the one she had after Rainbow complimented her, you realise, you’re the only one not up for this.
"Nowhere, because demons aren't real."
>Again, you're ignored while the two talk about demon stories and where to locate one.
>You hate it when these two get like this.
>You recall the time when you all tried being the Cutie Mark Ghostbusters, they hatched all the plans while you hung back in fear and sprung most of the traps set for ghosts.
>Honestly, you can be brave if you were hunting say, a cockatrice but not when it comes to anything spiritual or mythological. That stuff tends to be the only thing you're actually afraid of.
>"Here's the one I think we should find, it happened about two days ago. Rainbow told all about it, about how Cheerilee met one in the Everfree."
>"Is she alright?"
>"She's pretty shaken but she's alright. Anyway, she went into the Everfree to go talk to Zecora about teaching us about something boring when she stumbled across a path of bright orange crumbs and empty cans called 'maten doo'. She ignored it at first but then came across some odd footprints, they were like paw prints but longer and deep too. She kept walking and ended up getting lost. She tried finding her way back until she stumbled across a cave and that's when she heard it."
>Scootaloo tries pausing for dramatic effect which is admittedly annoying, as freaked out as you are, you're extremely curious.
"H-Heard what?"
>"There was some loud footsteps and heavy breathing. When she turned around she saw a large bipedal monster, about twice the height and width of a pony. It had claws, covered in fur and it even wore clothes. And the best part? It spoke to her."
>You took a deep breath before speaking up.
"No way, what did it say?"
>Applebloom is hanging off every word, you on the other hand, are getting an increasingly bad feeling.
>Scootaloo lowers her voice as deep as she can and speaks in the most disturbing and distorted voice you've ever heard come from a filly.
>"Pretty pony."
>You're pretty sure your heart stopped for a brief moment as you try imagining what Cheerilee saw and heard. The demon sounds similar to a lot of stories you've heard before.
>The story has you pretty spooked and you would pass it off as just a wild tale but part of you is believing it for some strange reason. Probably because you doubt Cheerilee would make something up, and she was away from school for the past two days.
>"Alright, how are we gon' catch it?"
>Applebloom enthusiastically speaks up and already you feel a sense of dread but when you look into Applebloom and Scoot's eyes, you know you're all going into the Everfree, whether demons are real or not.
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>"Alright, ready girls?"
"Why am I the bait? I was the bait when we were the cutie mark creature catchers, ghostbusters and when we went fishing for Loch Nessie."
>"Because I'm the tracker, Applebloom is the trap maker so we need someone to lure the demon."
"Meaning, be the bait."
>You stare at her, clearly unimpressed.
>"We need someone to enchant it."
>"Be a decoy?"
>"She continues to list ways to describe that you'll be bait, each one is worse than the last.
>"Damsel in distress," Applebloom adds.
"Don't help her."
>"Fine, we need someone to bait it. You're a lot better at avoiding getting caught than us, we need you Sweetie Belle."
>Her little attempt at pep-talking you into it is a bust. Complimenting someone how their abilities to be bait is more insulting than inspiring.
>"But if you want, you can be the tracker," she says with a defeated sigh.
"Thank you," you reply with glee.
>"I'll go grab my scooter."
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>The three of you now stand before the entrance Everfree forest.
>It's still as creepy and eerie as the last time you ventured inside but this part is easy. You're not afraid of the forest after all, just one denizen that may or may not even exist.
>Scootaloo is to your left with her Scooter and helmet on and Applebloom on your right with a saddle-bag on while carrying a large bug catcher's net.
"Applebloom, if this thing is as big as a pony, then how is the net going to help?"
>"It's gon' be more helpful than that get up," she retorts.
"I'm the detective of the group so I dressed as Shetland Holmes so I look the part."
>Eager to start, Scootaloo slowly rides into the forest without saying a word, you and Applebloom follow suit but still continue.
>"Most of the stuff we're gonna need to catch it is in my bag, the bug net is for something else. Did you even bring anything that'd help."
"Of course, I brought my big magnifying glass," you add as you lift up the glass to your eye.
>"How is a big monocle gonna help us find this thing?"
"Why that's elementary my dear Applebloom."
>You stare down to the ground, peering into the magnifying glass when you notice something, a single orange crumb.
>You stop dead in your tracks.
>Fear sinks in and that horrid feeling you've had since Scoots first mention the word "demon" intensifies.
>And this bad feeling, is usually right. It's like your own Pinkie sense. A Sweetie sense, except not sweet at all.
>You decide to keep it to yourself, pretending it was just a seed, the Everfree is full of weird plantlife after all and demons don't leave crumbs around.
>Despite your attempts to play it off and continue to doubt the demon's existence, the evidence begins to stack against you as a few minutes later, Applebloom notices the strange foot print.
>A long paw print wasn't the accurate way to describe it. It has five toes and the sole of the foot was like a long bean-like shape. It's a paw print you've never seen before, no animal in Equestria has feet like that.
"M-Maybe somepony... Is just playing a prank," you softly mutter to yourself, "Rainbow loves pranks."
>The tracks go for quite a distance, leading you deeper into the forest. The further in you go, the darker, creeper and lifeless the forest seemed to get.
>A light fog slowly creeps out of the thick and coils around your feet. Applebloom and Scootaloo seem  just fine, almost oblivious to their surroundings. They excitedly chatter on about all the cool things they could meet as demon hunters and argue over what a demon hunting cutie mark would look like.
>You however, are focused on the tree line. It might be the nerves, but you feel like you're being watched. You're hoping it's not the demon but if it's not then that could mean it's a Timberwolf or something, which is more than enough to keep an eye on your surroundings.
>Applebloom and Scoots chatter on and you watch for the slightest movement between the trees until you all arrive at a cave, where you can clearly see spots of those orange crumbs again and stacks of green cans.
>"Mt-Nnnn doo," Scootaloo calls out, reading a can aloud before kicking it away, "I think this is its home, or at least somewhere it likes to hang out."
>"I have a great idea for a trap, one of you give me a hand and the other keep watch," Applebloom states before digging into her bag to pull out all kinds of things.
>Scootaloo walks over to help out and you scan the area. In the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of some of the things they take out out of Applebloom's bag: rope, balloons, a ball, a few magnets, an anvil and more
"What kind of trap is this?"
>"It's called a Rube Goldberg's Machine"
"A what?"
>"You'll see, just keep watch."
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>After a good, long while, the two finish the trap before you all dive into a nearby bush to wait for the demon's return.
>The demon takes even longer to arrive than making the trap did. It's hard to tell if it's day or night in this forest but you know you've spent much longer than you should have out here.
>Applejack, Rarity or Rainbow is bound to have noticed something is up and if they haven't, they will soon.
"Do either of you know what time it is?"
>You make sure to keep your voice lower than a mutter, the three of you are huddled up together and last thing you want is to alert anything like a demon about where you're hiding.
>"No idea."
>"Me either but we  left sometime in the afternoon and I'm feeling kinda tired, so late?"
"We are gonna be in so much trouble."
>"Relax-"
>Before Scootaloo can say any more, a rope snapping sounds out and the three of you peak through the bush to see a large, bipedal creature.
"The demon, it's real," you think to yourself.
>Right now you want to run, and scream but something about this thing has your eyes glued to it and your mouth clamped shut.
>The first thing you notice is, it's definitely tall, and fat too.
>It hasn't got much furr that you can see except for it's head; it's got hair on it's head going down to its back and on its face going down to its shoulders
> Its clothes are like a suit and it has a hat that looks like a trilby. At least, you think that's what it is called, you never really pay much attention to Rarity's fashion rants.
>The first thing to happen in Appleblooms Golden Rubeberg device or whatever she called it, is a log comes out and swings into the demon's gut which knocks him down pretty hard.
>"Heh, we've got him," she whispers with a proud grin.
>The log keeps swinging and knocks a ball that then rolls down a makeshift slide until it knocks a boot off its perch that in turn falls onto one end of a see-saw that sends a bunch of nails into the air to pop a bunch of balloons that were holding an anvil that then falls down and lifts up a net that the demon was laying on, sending him up into the air as the log swings back and collides with its face.
>You all step out of the bush, and look at the demon unconsciously suspended high above you.
>Seeing it restrained like that does calm you down quite a bit. Plus it's quite a drop so if it gets out, you should have enough time to run away before it recovers. Hopefully.
"That was kind of excessive, don't you think?"
>"No way, we gotta do this thing with style. Right Applebloom?"
>"It kinda was show off-y but we got him, so, anypony got a cutie mark?"
>The  three of you excitedly check your flanks only to see an empty canvas staring back at you.
"Nothing."
>"Me too."
>"Me three."
>All three of you have the same tired and disappointed tone of voice.
>You decide to pick up Applebloom's saddlepack for her and carry it. It's empty right now so it's not like you mind.
"Maybe we don't get our cutie marks until we get it back to ponyville?"
>Admittingly, you just trying to cheer the other two up, they seem to get hit harder and harder with each new failed attempt. You don't mind, in fact, you don't even want a demon hunting cutie mark, a monster on your ass sounds ridiculous to you.
>Scootaloo perks right up right away whereas Applebloom takes a moment before coming around.
>"Yeah... I 'spose. We don't get the reward until we finish the job, it's probably that kinda deal."
>"Okay, so, how do we get the big guy to Ponyville?"
>The three of you take the next few minutes as an opportunity to brainstorm ideas, most of which were pretty bad. As you all keep thinking, you notice something in the corner of your eye. The rope that's holding the net up, has a candle underneath it which has almost burnt through the rope.
>To make the matter worse, the demon is waking up.
"Girls," you call out in a low, shaky tone.
>"Should we just call an adult for help?" Applebloom  asks, oblivious to your panicked voice.
>"We don't need an adult."
>Your heart beat is racing and thumping louder than the noise around you.
>The rope is on it's final strands and the demon is staring right at you.
>It knows damn well who responsible for its current situation and it looks mad.
"GIRLS!"
>For once, they listen.
>All of you stand frozen in fear.
>"Why is the candle there?"
>"I thought that's where it was supposed to go."
>"No, it was just for light. Why-"
>You're not exactly sure who is saying what as all your attention is fixated on the demon who has just fallen.
>As it rises to it's feet, you realise just how tall it is. For you, that fall would have hurt like hell but for something this big, that was nothing.
"RUN!"
>All three of you take off for the treeline as fast as you have ever gone.
>It's no use though, the creature is already upon you.
>Tears fill your eyes as Applebloom lets out a sharp, high-pitch cry.
>"KEEP RUNNING!"
>It's all you hear from her.
>You want to disobey.
>You want to turn around.
>You want to have the courage to save her.
>But you don't.
>Fear keeps you running for a long time until you arrive at Zecora's.
>"We have to go back," Scootaloo says in between deep breaths.
"And do what? Invite it to a tea party?"
>"I don't know!"
"Zecora will know what to do."
>Scootaloo was about to speak up, probably to say what you already suspected.
>When you open the door, you're greeted by a large mess. It looks like a fight went on.
>Zecora must have been grabbed already.
>Scootaloo lets out a low whine and spreads out over the floor.
>"Now what?"
>All her exhaustion and sorrow shows through in her tone.
>You feel the same but somehow, courage has come to you like a tidal wave.
>You grab a few potions and stuff it into Applebloom's saddlepack that you're wearing.
>"What are you doing?"
"I'm  not leaving without Applebloom."
>"Sweetie Belle, you said it yourself, what are we gonna do? That thing is too strong. We gotta go back to town."
"Yeah, how long did it take us to get this far in?"
>"About an hour, but if we run-"
"We'd be faster on your scooter."
>"That's back at the demon's cave."
"I know. I have a plan."
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>Your heart is beating so fast, it feels like it's going to explode right in your chest.
>You take a deep breath and look over to Scootaloo who is on the other side of the clearing, just a few metres away from her scooter. She could probably race and get it now but the demon is by the cave entrance. Watching.
>For just a moment, you shut your eyes and try to calm down. All you're hoping for is for this to work.
>Scootaloo is twice as fast as you on that scooter so this is the fastest option to get help.
>You take a deep breath and run out screaming your war cry at the top of your lungs.
>The demon growls back and you begin throwing potions at it. He lifts his arms up to shield his face, most of them miss but two make it's mark.
>At the same time, Scootaloo rushes out and reaches her scooter.
>You're not sure why, but the demon goes for Scootaloo.
>You try shouting.
>You try throwing more bottles of strange substances at it.
>You try chasing them as they take off but they are both too quick.
>The worst part of it all, is you trip in the middle of the forest. You don't get injured, instead you get lost.
>You're unsure which direction Scootaloo and the demon went let alone which direction is to Ponyville.
>Instead of trying to work it out, you sit and you cry.
>Today has been one bad thing after another and it has finally taken it's toll.
"I don't care even if the demon were to come and take me away," you say aloud to the empty forest.
>Almost as if it heard you, the demon steps out from behind a tree in the distance.
"I take it back."
>It doesn't move. It just stands there, staring at you.
>Fear again has its hold over you. You don't move either, staring back.
>Then, just like in the story, it speaks in the lowest, creaky voice. Its voice is broken and disoriented.
>"Prii.. tea... Poh-knee."
>And here you thought Scootaloo's impression was scary and intimidating.
>You break out into a sprint in the opposite direction.
>With every step your hooves cry out. You're exhausted and using up the last of your energy to run.
>You're not sure why, because it can easily catch you in a few seconds.
>In fact it lets you run for a good while without so much as reaching out for you.
>You're about to question why it's toying with you but then you arrive at the edge of a cliff.
>You spin around and it's standing there with a smug grin almost hidden behind is face fur.
>As you look over the cliff, you see it's quite the drop into a large pool of water.
>You look back and forth between the demon and the water, weighing the risks of both and you make that decision the moment it steps forward.
>The wind rushes past your ears as you plummet faster and faster towards the water.
>While your thoughts drift to your friends and family.
>You hope you get to see them all again.
>You hope Scootaloo got away and that right now she's telling the whole town about the demon, then they'll come up and save Applebloom and Zecora.
>You hit the water's surface and it stings at first but the pain soon fades as you try to swim up.
>Theres a few potions and brews still in Applebloom's saddlepack that open up and turn the water into a dull purple as they mix with the water.
>Despite your best efforts to kick and paddle upwards, you barely move and inch.
>You're too tired to put any strength into it.
>You open your eyes to look up as you hear a thud on the water's edge.
>A giant shadow is above you, which you assume is the demon.
>You feel him grab you tightly and lift you up and out of the water.
"This is it, it's all over," you think to yourself as you're place on the soft grass beside the pool.
>Using two claws, it holds one of your eyes open, forcing you to look at it.
>"Please be alright. I have no idea if CPR would even work on a pony."
>As you look at the demon, you notice its appearance has changed.
>It no longer has it's facial fur, its claws are blunt and soft, it's also not as large.
>Even the scary look on its face you were staring at just a moment ago has changed into a concerned look.
>Slowly, you rise to your feet and take a step back for safety reasons.
"How?"
>"I'll take that as a yes," he says, unsure of that diagnoses as he continues to look you over from the distance you've made.
"How did you change?"
>"I have no idea, once I touched the water, I was back to normal."
>You look over Applebloom's soggy saddlepack and try and think of which potion could have done it. You don't have a clue really, none of the bottles  were labelled.
>Again you look up at the demon, hoping this isn't some trick but you feel comforted by his new appearance.
>He seems a thousand times more peaceful.
"I don't get it."
>"Me either. Nothing in this place makes sense. Everything is so colourful, there's flowers that turn people into monsters, ponies can talk and myths like manticores are real."
>He gives his head a shake in disbelief which elicits a small giggle from you.
>To consider things that are normal to you as unbelievable while he himself is the only thing here that's unbelievable is amusing to you.
"Wait, did you say flowers? What did they look like?"
>"Uh, like blue tulips? I'm not sure exactly but everything was fine until I stepped into a field of them."
"That's poison joke. It's a flower that likes to play pranks like that."
>"Yeah, sure it does. It's got a disturbing sense of humour if it turns people into neckbeards."
"A what?"
>"Fat, hairy and obsessed with things for little girls."
"So, you?"
>"Hey. Incase you haven't noticed, I dropped a few hundreds kilos and the beard."
"What little girl things do you obsess over then."
>"As much as I like our new friendly back and forth, we should go free the other ponies."
>You agree.
>As the two of you walk, you learn a bit about each other.
>The demon is actually called Anon who arrived after winning a strange competition he found on something called the internet.
>Maten Dew is actually pronounced Mountain Dew which is something, as well as cheetos, he won in the same competition.
>He was even kind enough to give you a piggy back ride all the way there.
>As you step into the cave you can hear Zecora.
>"Hurry Scootaloo. We must break free before the demon makes us drink more imaginary tea."
>Scootaloo is rubbing her rope against a rock in an attempt to break out and she as well as the others go wide-eyed when they see Anon aka the demon has returned.
>It's silent for a brief moment before you decide to pop your head over Anon's shoulder and shout.
"SUPRISE!"
>Sweetie Belle?"
>All three say in unison.
"Look, he's friendly now."
>Anon lets you down and sets to work untying the girls.
>When they are all free, they immediately create some distance between them and Anon.
>It takes some convincing but you calm them down and explain how he's all better.
>Zecora even told you one of the concoctions you had was actually the bath brew to fix the poison joke.
>"Alright so things kinda check out and he seems to be safe. I mean, he's not chasing us down for imaginary tea parties anymore."
"That's why you were chasing us?"
>"I don't want to talk about it," he says defensively.
>You can't help but let out a roar of laughter. When you finally calm down, you look up at Anon and realise something.
>He's a creature from another world. He has nowhere to go."
"So, uh, girls... What do we do about Anon?"

>”AJ, that’s not even scary,” Dash protests.
“It was better than yours!”
>”You were going to give it a happy ending.”
“Scary stories can be happy.”
>She just scoffs at you and leans back into her beanbag.
>”Well, I think that’s enough for story time. Next up is… Makeovers.”
>Your eyes widen in horror as Rarity slowly turns to face you with an overly excited grin.
>The REAL horror story, is about to begin.
