>Another round of conquest
>7 hours straight
>The constant victories gets you hyped and hunger for more
>You feel unstoppable with your team
>Gulf of Oman
>You start by spawning in the attack
>You're in the passenger side
-Eh.. Im a good co-pilot anyway-
>You shrug it off and get ready for battle
>Your squad member is heading towards Fort River
>"Alright men Alpha goes to Veteran's Retreat, Delta go to Fort River, Everyone else on me" Said by a Level 90 Colonel
-For someone who's not 100.. he sure is a hell of a leader-
>You have barely reached rank colonel like everyone else
>It did not matter, all you care was weapon unlocks
>E, F, and C has been captured by the enemy team
>Your team captured the rest
>Just as you're heading to Construction site
"Enemy Chopper spotted"
>You take your aim towards the incoming enemy
>Pilot locks missiles... enemy chopper pops flairs
Hey.. Keep her steady.. I got this
>You zoom in for a clear go
>#Shotsfired
>With your superior aiming you take down the chopper with ease
>"Great shot comrade, let's move on"
>1 hour in the match everything is going well until your chopper gets a hit
Fucking jet ram...
>On to the menu you wait to spawn into a jet to get payback
>No jets available
-Huh..-
>You spawn at C
>Enemy jet swoops in taking you down
What the fuck?
"Guys what's going on? Where is the 90 colonel dude?"
>"He raged quit.. the new team who joined is giving us a beating.."
"Who are these guys? I never seen such skill in jets.."
>"They call themselves.. The Wonderbolts"
"You know these guys?"
>"They're known in Air Superiority.. nobody can defeat them in a dogfight.. I should know for I was once unfortunately joined their server"
-The Wonderbolts.... I heard of that name before in Canterlot High..-
>You recall the members in the gang
-Spitfire.. Soarin.. Rapidfire.. and Fleetfoot-
>Your mind stops after Fleetfoot
-That toned body... all that running.. but none can beat Rainbow Dash in a track race-
>You find it hard to believe the very gang is the same players right this moment are the ones dominating your win streak
>Your team loses and your team mates are angered by your idling
>"Hey Anon what the fuck? What gives?!"
Huh? Oh.. uh.. what just happened?
>"We lost dumbass.. we could of used your help with that ammo create you were hogging around!"
Oh.. Sorry guys.. just had a thought
>"What can be more important than our win streak?!?"
..Nothing.. I'll see ya tomorrow
>You sign out of PlayStation 3 and head to bed
>The next day at lunch, you search around for the gang to see if it was truly them the other night
>"Maahahahan did you you hear the guys in the other team last night? Unbelieveable!"
Soarin??
>You rushed to the table to finally have your answers
Hey! Soarin!
>"Yeah? What up brah?"
>Spitfire and the others look up to you with a puzzled but fierce look on their face
You... aren't talking about Battlefield 3.. are you?
>"Huh? How did you know that?"
>"Hah.. I thought I recognized that "A7X" Clan tag.. Anon E Moouses" called out from Spirfire
>You hate your full name being called out like that
>You give no response to Spirfire's call out
>"What's wrong? Did we give you an asswhooping to hard you have no words?"
-Augh Christ don't tell me this is going to be another Trixie scenario..-
>"Eheheheh I'm just kidding just kidding Anon, lighten up!"
>You feel a little relieved but uneasy
>Spitfire stands up to wrap an arm around you
>"Hey cmon champ don't be like that! We were just fooling around, it is just a game afterall!"
>You want to agree with her but after several hours of intense playing made it serious
>At least until you had your mind set to Fleetfoot..
>You begin to daydream of Fleetfoot whilst ignoring Spitfire's babbling speech about not taking video games seriously
*Fleetfoot running in slow motion towards with the most lustful eyes* https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7e3Z_mnaeg
*The winds blowing her spikey hair farther back as if she's dashing in the speed of light*
*Her voice echos "Anooonn... Ohh Annnoon"*
*The two of you meet feet to feet*
*Your hands are on her hips, Hers around your neck*
*your tongue is ready to collide with hers....*
**POOF**
>"ANON E MOOUSES ARE YOU LISTENING??"
>You snapped out of it
Uh?!?! What?
>"You're not day dreaming of FLEETFOOT.. ARE YOU??"
-How the hell did she...?-
I...uh... -Fuck..- uhm.. n-noo..
>"You were go-ogling eyes aat her this WHOLE time, don't bullshit me Mr!"
....
>You and Soarin turn eyes towards Fleetfoot
>She leans her chair next to the pillar in the shadow to hide her blush
>You hear a faint chuckle
>Spitfire sighs
>"Huuh boy.... So are you joining or not??"
Yeeah.. I would love to go out wit- Huh? Join? Join what?
>"oh brother... are you thickheaded?? JOIN OUR GROUP"
But.. I'm not too good with jets
>"Don't matter, We'll train ya.. WELCOME ABOARD SOLDIER"
>And from there on you are now part of The Wonderbolts
 
>That night you add Spitfire and the rest to your friend list
>Soon after you receive an invite
>It's a private match
(So here we go.. time to show them how shit I am at jets)
>Match starts
>You hop on a jet
>"Soarin will be your training dummy"
>"Hey! I heard that!"
What about you guys?
>"We will stand here at the ship and watch all the action"
>Fleetfoot messages you good luck
(I guess shes shy? She havent said a single word yet)
>With the small text from Fleetfood you fee; pumped and ready for the hard pounding
>You lift off... and die...
 
>Be Spitfire
(Man did he seriously crashed into the ship's tower?)
So Fleet.. You think he will pull through?
>She nods her head
What makes you think so?
>"Well.. His score was 59 to 3 when we joined"
Yeah but that was just him on foot, we're jet fighters, we're not too good on the field... mostly thanks to Soarin..
>"Maybe Anon can lead us, He seems like a good leader"
HAH are you kidding me? He'll dream of you while we run into the construction base
>Fleetfloot blushes
>"Do you really think he's into me?"
Really? Just look at him!
>Anon crashes 10 feet away from the two
ANON WATCH WHERE YOU'RE PILOTING
>"HEY IF THIS WAS A HELICOPTER THINGS WOULD BE DIFFERENT!"
You can pilot that? Bullshit!
>"Yeah.. just you see when we're in a match.. just you wait.."
 
>Be Anon
Ugh this is getting me nowhere!
But I wont quit so easy
>You take spin
>Missiles locking on soarin..... missed
>You try again.. a successful hit!
>Thankfully you have heat seekings missiles unlocked with the help of Rainbow Dash when she came over
 
Rainbow Dash... she was a awesome player.. until her friends and team needed her
(Battlefield 3 has not been too fun since she left.. I would ALMOST go back to Mw3.. it is that boring..)
>"Anon did you say something?"
No nothing..
>"You was mumbling something about our captain Anon" said Fleetfoot
>"Yeah what about our captain bro? She on your mind" said Soarin
Well you see, Dash and I used to play this alot.. and she once came over to unlock some stuff for me.
>"Ahhhahah so that's how you got heatseekers?"
>"Who would of though our Dashie plays Battlefield as well!" Excitedly shouted by Spitfire
Yes well you know.. She's the captain of EVERY sport so.. didn't last too long.
>"Awe bummer man aren't you lucky to play with her"
Anyways.. Can we find a match? I still have to show Spit how well I do without jets
>"Well.. I could go for jet stealing, how bout it Fleet?"
>Fleetfoot giggiles
>"And make the team mad? How can I refuse?"
(They love to steal enemy jets.. how dirty.. I like it..)
One game then.. Let's make it fun!
>All of you get into a match of conquest
>Caspian Border
>Spitfire and Fleetfoot spawn in jets
>You and Soarin get into a transport chopper
>You are recon and Soarin is a engineer
Alright man drop me off by the radio tower, I will snipe and call out enemy aircraft
>"Sounds good"
>Spitfire and Fleetfoot joins your squad for communicating
>"Oh hey Spit, Fleet, Anon here will call out the jets and helis for us
>"Ah perfect! We never had anyone call them out for us when those fuckers evade us!"
>You jump out of the transport chopper and para-shoot to your spot on top of the radio tower
>Laid down your spawn beacon, scope down, you're ready to go
 
>A and C is captured
>Soarin makes his way to enemy base to wait for a attack chopper or jet
>You spot the two jets and chopper that is already in air
>You see Fleetfoot lift up and swirls to the other direction
>You hear the machine gun blaze from her jet
Hey Fleetfoot, lemme set down a SOFLAM for ya
>"Huh? What's that?"
>"Yeah Anon what's a soflaim thingy?" asked Spitfire
(....They're playing this game... and don't know what a SOFLAM is...)
You really don't know? Seriously guys?
>"What? Can't you see our ranks? We only play Air Superiority or dominate the skies on Conquest"
..Well a SOFLAM is a device that will lock on enemy craft making them think they're being locked to force them to use their flairs
>"And we can rain hell on them?"
Preciously
>"AWERSOME! Great thinkin Anon buddy!"
>"Heh I knew it was a good idea to recruit you into our team"
(Bullshit.. you just want to mess with me and my liking of Fleetfoot..)
>Everything goes as you said
>The two jets lay out their flairs, giving them an opening for Spitfire and Fleetfoot to give it to them
>"Tango down! and the other!"
>"Alright Soarin that's your que!"
I got your six Soar.
>You scope around the base for any bogeys trying to prevent Soarin to take a jet
>You spot a tank heading towards him
Heads up Soar, tank at 12 o'clock
>Soarin quickly panics
>"Oh shit what do I do??"
Chill man, just follow my directions..
>"Uhh okay!"
>You can feel Soarin is sweating intensifies
Alright see that create next to you? Hide behind that
>Soarin does what you command
On my signal, get behind the tank and use your repair torch on him.. it wont repair it but damage it
>"You got it bro"
>The tank approaches the base searching around for Soarin
Annnd... NOW!
>Soarin rushes to the tank to spray his torch
>Tank attempts to reverse to prevent anymore damages and fails
>Driver gets out only to drop dead from your shot
>"WHOA! Great shot Anon!"
>Jet spawns and Soarin takes it into the air
>"Thanks buddy!"
 
"Excellent shooting Anon! That was a genius idea!" cherefully Fleetfoot compliments
>You have a hint of blush on your cheeks
Ah it was nothing..
>You feel like a badass after a compliment from her
>The match is nearly to it's end
(Soon the tower is going to collapse)
>The losing team is angered by your sniping and the wonderbolt's air superiority
>Fleetfoot is taken down by a swarm of engineersall targeting her with stingers
>"Oh no! Im down guys!"
>Shocked and awed the rest of the wonderbolts are, they continue their rain of led and avenged her demise"
>"Okay just wait by the base and get another jet.."
>Jet spawns at base... but is taken by the enemy
>"Ohh.. birdy want's to play?? Well he will regre-"
>Spitfire's jet is demolished
>"FUCK ARE YOU KIDDING??"
Damn where are they coming from?
>A jet swoops by barely missing you
>"They're after you now Anon!" Screamed soarin
>The jet takes a swirl and tries again
>The tower is collapsing
Oh crud this is not good.. one way to go about this..
>You take a leap of faith
>"Anon what are you..."
>You jumped off and quickly para-shoot away as the tower collapses behind you
(I only got one shot at this...)
>You steady your scope at pin point to the jet's direction
>With a slight adjustment down you take the shot...
>Enemy killed
>100
>YOU HAVE PROMOTED
http://imgur.com/dhJBphp
>Everyone is speechless
>"WHAT THE FUCK??" Screamed from the enemy for a brief second before hearing your team mates cheer as you land
>"Th-that... w-was ORGASMIC!" Fleetfoot runs towards you playfully knifing your character in excitement
>Soarin and Spitfire swarms around you with Fleetfoot giving a loud cheer as you all listen to the sound of victory counting down
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D_NiB3GCYzY
>"Great game Wonderbolts!!" yelled Spitfire
>"See you at lunch Monday Anonie~" told by Fleetfoot
>"Awesome game man!"
>You hear Soarin laughing
Yeah see ya Monday guys
 
>Be Fleetfoot
>Signed out, ps3 turned off after a long exciting match
Aha what a game that was!
>Undress and walk to the shower
That anon really made things... "exciting"
>her ladyhood is moist with the thought of anon
His hardcore skill.. is so... UNF!
>Rubbing her clit counter-clockwise while waiting for the shower to heat up
>She reaches her left arm to her breasts and fondles them.
Ahh..~ A-annonn..~
AAHHHAAHH-
>"Fleet, sweetie is everything alright in there?"
Y-YES GRANDMA IT'S JUST A SPIDER
>"But don't you like spiders honey?"
A BIG GIANT SCARY UGLY SPIDER
>"Ohh okay be careful"
God that was close...
>Jump into the shower to wash up.. the enthusiasm
 
>Be Spirtfire
>Signed off ps3
WHOO MAN WHAT A GAME
>You give Rapidfire a call
>"Yellow Spit!"
Rapid man! You shoulda been there!
>"Wha? What happened?"
Anon! He sniped a guy off a jet! A JET!!
>"Like the videos on YouTube? No freaking way!"
I'm serious! This anon is something else.... (something else indeed..)
>"What's on your mind? Hmm?"
What? NOTHING!
>"uhm.. okaaayy"
Rrrrgh Anon likes Fleetfoot!.. but I'm starting to have a thing for him now..
>"Uhh ohh this can't be good"
Noo it's not! Fleetfoot is a good friend! and she likes him too
>"What will you do?"
Hey! I said I have a thing for him! I didn't say I want him!
>"Haha whatever you say spittie~"
Besides Dashy will give me hell for having a boyfriend.
>"You do lead the boys in the track when she is busy with the other dumplings"
And?
>"Tcheh just sayin, I'm not the one with love issues"
OH WHATEVER.. I FRIENDZONE'D YOU
>"......"
Oh.. that was heavy.. sorry
>"Nah it's good, besides I''m way over you"
(ouch...)
>"Anywho I must be goin, my uncle needs me in the yard"
Okay cya *click*
>You feel a bit jealous of Fleet but you won't let that get the best of you
(Gotta take Rainbow's loyalty for example.. yeah that'll work)
Ah well.. better luck next time.
 
>Saturday night
>At the movies with Soarin
>"Yo Spit, what's troubling you?"
Sigh.. I won't lie.. I am taking a liking to anon..
>"Fleet also likes anon ya'know?"
And Anon likes her... no chance for me.... sigh
>Theater gets dark
Hmmm guess you'll have to be my bitch again..
>Tuck left hand into Soarin's jeans
>"Au-auhh... not again!.."
>The room is nearly dead
>Jurassic Park V
>It's been out for months
Soarin sweetie.. you know how I get when I cannot get the man I want.. no.. I'll take my frustration.. and excitement on you..
>"C-cmon spit.. not here at le-least.."
>Stroking Soarin's harden shaft
Well.. I do need butter for my popcorn...
>Soarin begins to sweat and lets a soft groan trying to hold back
>Grinding his teeth, Soarin lets a big load out onto the popcorn
>You eat your "buttered" popcorn with lustful eyes staring into his soul
(It's turning him on.. good)
>Soarin golps and takes out his still harden shaft
Mmmm that'a boy!~
>"J-just hurry up!..."
>Off comes both of the jeans
>Sliding down your love-tunnel onto Soarin's shaft
>"Aaahhhhhhh fffuck yess..~"
>You feel a thrust
>Feeling your ass being fondled by Soarin's soft hands
>Soarin's lap is soaked
>The paste gets faster
>The both of you are trying hard not to let a sound
>Room is dead quiet you can hear the sliding and pounding clearly
>"Red rocket.. RED ROCKET!"
>"Uhhhhhgh~ Boom goes the rocket"
Ahhh fuck yes..~
>You feel the seeds swimming around your egg
>Luckly you've come prepared
>Popped a pill
>Both of you quickly get dressed and resume the movie
Today was a good day~ I guess I don't need Anon after all
 
>Sunday afternoon
>Be Anon
>Call received
>It's Fleetfoot
>"Heyy Annonie! listen.. you're not busy right now.. are you?"
Na, What's up?
>"Can we meet by the mall at 5?"
Sure thing! See you there! *Click*
AWWW YEEAAH!
>You jump for joy and rush to your closet
What to wear what to wear.... choices...
 
Fuck it
>You pick a A7x Tshirt and some jeans
>Grab your remove to the Lexus
>You drive to the mall
>4:30
Eh I can kill time
>You head up the food court to grab a bite
>McDonalds
>20 piece McNuggets
Eh it's a quick bite.. Not many others really like it
>4:45
>You walk into Hot Topic
>Ignoring all the hipsters, you browse for more Avenged Sevenfold T shirts
>All the same stuff, no Deadmau5 shirt
Man Vinyl loves Deadmau5.. ah well Fleet will be mine
>5:01
>You spot Fleetfoot upon exiting Hipster Topic
Hey girl!
>She turns around to spot you and waves happily
>"Heyy! Great you can make it!"
Likewise, so.. what's up?
>"Well there is something I wanted to talk to you about.. in person.."
>You raise an eyebrow wondering what but you have a slight idea what it is
Ight, Im all ears!
>"Well you see.. and this will sound funny but... after that game.. I've been thinking about you.."
(Ho ho man you got a chick to dig you doing something you like! How lucky can you get?)
>"A-and I was wondering if.. maybe you would lik-"
>You lay a finger on her lips
Ah say no more pumpkin.. I know exactly what you're thinking...~
>You bring your face down to hers
>Hands around her waist
>The two of you exchange saliva through a roll of your tongue
>You feel your heart race
>You succeeded
>You drag her hips to yours
>Both of you let lose, leaving a saliva trail from each other's lips
Today will be a good day..
>Fleet blushes and nods her heads
>The two of you hold hands and walk around the mall
>You spot a empty working construction site
Huh.. that must a new store in the works but nobody working in there
>"Let's go~.. Im feeling a little.. excited~~"
>Her grip on your hand becomes tighter as she drags you into the empty site
>In the darkest part of the site, she lifts her skirt and unzips your jeans
>"Mmmmph~"
>Shes dripping wet
>You take a sample with your two fingers
>Adrenaline is building up
 
>You spot a cop walking by
Sh-shit...copper..
>"Quickie it is than"
Y-yeah.. Augh~
>She slides her love-tunnel down to your ego
>Ah! Ahh-
>You cover her mouth to suppress her moan
Shh.. let's try to finish quietly..
>The cop catches the noise and peeks his head into the site
>"Is someone there?"
>You both take your attention on him hoping he wont notice
>"Hmph must of been my imagination"
>Both of you lets a sigh of relief and resumes
>You pick her up off her feet
>Adrenaline 100%
Cmon.. Unf~
>You thrust to your hardest
>Slower....faster... slower
>Speed picks up
>"Uuh.. Mmh.. Ahhh!"
>Fleetfoot wraps arms around your neck and hangs on tight
>Thrusting at full speed
>You can't hold it in much longer
>Biting your lip, you give one final hard thrust and launch your seeds full speed
Aaaagh!~
>Everything slows down
>You feel your head spin
>"*pant* *pant* that was... outstanding..."
>You catch your breathe as Fleetfoot licks off the remaining seeds leaking off your now bent ego
>Dressed up
>Walk out like a boss
>Matching shades
Today was a good day!~
>Fleetfoot giggles and lays her head on your shoulder
 
The end