>Be Anon
>It was lunch time at Canterlot High
>As usual, you were sitting near the snack stand, your back propped up against the wall
>All around you, you could hear your fellow students chatting, laughing, and horsing around
>But FUCK all of that
>Today was a very special day
>A day that only came around once in a great while
>Mother
>Fucking
>Turkey
>Dinner
>Day
>That's right
>You got the turkey, the gravy, AND the motherfucking biscuit!
Your lunch tray had three servings worth on it--thank god you had a man on the inside--and you were jealously guarding your meal
>A couple of the cool guys at the table next to yours were looking at you and shaking their heads
>If you listened very carefully you could even hear a bit of shit talking
>But that didn't matter
>Motherfucking biscuits!
>You wiggled in your seat as you shoveled more food into your mouth, as happy as a pig in shit
>Turkey dinner days were the fucking BEST
>And that would have been that
>You would have continued to eat your delicious meal until the bell rang, wherein you would have gone to your study hall and passed right the fuck out
>You would have done that, if not for the sound of a whinney reaching your ears
>Slowly looking up from your food, you saw the school's residential good girl/walking bacon strip Sunset Shimmer
>She was staring at you with an uncomfortable amount of intensity, her cheeks comically puffed out
>Your eyes narrowed at the sight as you slowly pushed your tray toward your chest
"...Can I help you?"
>Sunset snorted
>This wasn't a normal snort though
>She didn't seem irritated or annoyed or anything like that
>No
>Honest to god, it sounded like a horse's snort
>What the fuck...?
>Sunset took a step toward you, then another, then another, not saying a single word
>You, confused as to what was going on, just stared at her as she let out a neigh, leaning down toward you
>A neigh
>She let out a fucking neigh...
>Her face reddened as she drew near to your face
 
>Your face contorted in your puzzlement
>What the fuck was she doing?
>What the fuck was going on?
>Was this some kind of prank?
>Were you on camera right now?
>Or was this some weird trick to steal your delicious mystery food?
>As you pondered these important questions, Sunset drew ever closer
>You, half-paying attention to her, did the only thing you could think of
>Reaching up, you booped the possibly crazy girl on the nose
>The effect was immediate
>Sunset, letting out a neigh, drew back
>Her face scrunched up, and you could see frustration working its way onto her face
>Giving a toss of her head, she tried to lean toward you again
>Realizing that you had found her weakness, you booped her again
>Drawing back, Sunset let out a very lough knicker
>Standing up to her full height, she did this weird "pawing at the air" thing with her hands
>She then wiggled her rump before running toward the other end of the lunch room
>...
>No...
>She wasn't running
>...
>Was that crazy bitch galloping?
>Like how a horse galloped?
>What the fuck is wrong with this fucking crazy ass school?
 
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>Be Anon
>It was second period
>You were sitting in your art class half asleep with a mug of coffee sitting in front of you
>Other students were having a grand ol' time, painting and drawing and doing artsy-fartsy shit
>Not you
>Hell, not Mrs. Brush Quill either
>Both of you were just kind of staring at your desks
>You because video games weren't going to play themselves until five in the morning
>Her...
>You don't know...
>Most teachers were alcoholics, right?
>You'd be hitting the sauce pretty hard if you were a teacher
>Underpaid, overworked, dealing with shit children like yourself
>You were surprised half of your teachers didn't have bottles taped to the underside of their fucking tables
>This meant that you weren't getting yelled at to make art
>Which was nice since it would probably take you another two periods and some coffee stolen from the teacher's lounge for you to feel like a human again...
>Shit was worth it though...
>You managed to level up your fisting wizard to sixty-nine
>Where he'd fucking STAY...
>A very odd sound wafted through the room and made it's way to your ears
>You ignored it, reaching for your coffee
>Since you didn't have the gumption to lift your head to look at the mug, you had to do some good old fashioned blind groping
>Come on you cocksucker...
>Come on...
>You let out a sleepy grumble, your face scrunching up
>The noise came again, louder this time
>If you had more than two-percent brain function at that moment you would have realized that the sound was getting closer
"Come on... fucking..."
>Your fingers brushed against something warm and metallic
>Grunting, you wrapped your fingers around the cylindrical object and brought it close to your face
"There you are," you mumbled
>Letting out a yawn, you unscrewed the top of your mug and brought it to your lips
>Come to poppy, life-giving fluid...
>You were about to take a sip when someone fucking NEIGHED in your ear
"Gah!"
 
>It was by the grace of god that you didn't spill hot coffee all over yourself as you looked up at motherfucking Sunset Shimmer
>The girl was staring down at you expectantly
>She had what looked like roses in her mouth
>And not in the sexy way either...
>...
>Did...
>Did some of them have bite marks...?
>The bacon-haired girl let out a knicker, letting go of the roses and letting them fall down to your lap
>You looked down at the roses, then at her, then at your teacher
>Mrs. Brush Quill had her head on the desk, out cold
>...Yep, alcoholic
>Smiling, Sunset leaned forward and rubbed her cheek against yours, letting out another horsey sound
"Hey, hey, hey! Fucking--"
>Now very much wide-awake, you flailed a bit
>The movement seemed to frighten the crazy girl in front of you since she let out a high-pitched whinney, doing a weird thing with her arms as she darted backwards
>Slamming your coffee onto your desk, you rose up from your seat and followed her
"It's took early... fucking dealiing with this bullshit."
>With most of your class watching, you began booping the girl as fast as you could
>Each touch of the nose made her face scrunch up just that little bit more
>She tried to backpedal but you were unrelenting, booping her harder and faster until, with a whiny, she "galloped" toward the exit
>You watched her go
>When she had disappeared through the door you looked at your classmates, who looked as confused as you
>Breathing hard, you threw up your hands
"What the fuck was that?!"