>Pump up the beat in Equestriaaaaa
>You be the Anon, human in a land filled with talkin’ colored mini horses
>Living with the DJ herself, Vinyl Scratch
>She truly was a bro, especially after taking you in when your house burned down a week ago
>Damn Fluttershy, trying to see if scented candles would loosen you up
>Joke’s on her though, because scented candles made you nauseous.
>Arise from your bed
>Even before you get to the bathroom, the volume of Viynl’s daily sound was shaking the house
[spoiler]http://youtu.be/lZbgyKJkHxQ[/spoiler]
>At least it wasn’t country music or some shit like that
>Can’t fucking stand the stuff
>Shit, shower, and [spoiler]RAVE[/spoiler
>Stroll down to the dining room, to see Vinyl bobbing her head to the beat
Vinyl.
>She doesn’t hear you over the sheer volume of the song
Vinyl!
>Still no response
VIYNL!
>She finally takes notice of you, and adjust the volume to a less deafening sound
>“What’s up?” She says with that impish smirk she always wears on her face
Nothing, just wanted to know if there’s any food in the fridge.
>“Uh... I dunno. Check it yourself if ya want.”
>She turns back to her stereo, remembering to keep the volume at a tolerative level.
>You head towards the refrigerator, and open it up
>Looking in, you see a few eggs and a six pack of booze
> Also a bag filled with red, blue, and yellow pills with the words ‘From Dr. Maneio’ written
>Grabbing the eggs and a can of booze, you proceed to go around Vinyl’s severely
understocked kitchen grabbing spices and the sort
>Cracking the eggs into a bowl, you mix the several spices into the yolk
 
>Then, emptying half of the can o’ beer into a pan, you proceed to put it on heat
>Once the pan was heated, you proceeded to poach the eggs in booze
>Booze eggs, yeah!
>Just as you’re getting into the heat of things, you hear knocks at the door
>The predictability of Fluttershy’s mornin’ visits was starting to become ridiculous
>But you could have some fun with this...
Hey Vinyl.
>“Yo?”
50 bits say Fluttershy is at the door
>“She seriously doesn’t come on a daily basis, does she?”
I’m serious.
>“Bull. You’re on”
Alright, but can you watch the food? I don’t want it to burn
>“Mmhm.”
>You stroll down to the door and...
>You’ve just won 50 bits
>Flutterstutter’s there with her saddlebags
>“Oh, u-um hi Anonymous.”
Jesus, why do you never call me Anon?
>“B-but that would be rude...”
Not if I want you to call me Anon.
>“O-okay.”
>Wait, why were you telling her this?
>Dammit, you were dragging this out far longer than needed
Alright, what’re you trying today?
>“Well, I wanted to try something new...”
>Fluttershy puts her head into her saddlebag and rummages in it for a bit
>Eventually she pulls out a strap-on
>Oh God the day of reckoning hath arrived
>“I wanted to try pegging today! I-if it’s okay with you, I mean...”
>Oh shit Nigger
>Time to pull out the contingency plan
>Moonwalk back into the house
>Grab one of the larger speakers lying around with a record player
>Snatch up a random record as well
>Go back outside with the items you grabbed
>Start setting up all of it in front of Flutterwhy
>Eventually you get all of the pieces in place
 
>“Anon? Um, I don’t want to interrupt, but what are you doing?”
Stand right here.
>You nudge her in front of the speaker, and put the vinyl disc in place
>Put the needle on the record and...
[spoiler]http://youtu.be/JJn1XHgRs-Y?t=2m47s [/spoiler]
>The volume of the song itself is enough to blow Fluttershy’s bags with its contents far, far away
>Flutters herself was nearly blown back from the sheer amount of noise
>Eventually the song stops, and Yellow Quiet is left there, with her hair stuck up
>You creep next to her, leaning in to see if she’s fully conscious
>If you strain your ears, you can hear her breathing
>Good enough for you
>You slide on back into the house, equipment in tow.
>Dumping Vinyl’s things in the middle of the floor, you head back to the kitchen to check on you poached delights
>Only to find the entire pan on fire
>As you grab a small cloth to beat the fire to death, you can only sulk in the memory of what was to be a promising breakfast
>Heading back to the dining room, you see the vibrant mare fucking around on one of those DJ sets
>You honestly had no idea what she was doing
Pay up.
>“Hm? Oh. Yeah, yeah, I’ll pay ya soon.”
No, pay up now. I lost eggs poached in beer thanks to you.
>“Fine.” She hops out of her seat and grabs a small pouch from her room
Thanks
>“While you’re at it, can ya get groceries? We’re out.”
...Fine
>“Thank you kindly.” She heads back to her set.
*mutter*Bitch...*mutter*
>“You too faggot.”
>Fucking Vinyl.