> It appears that since the introduction of the Evil League, the dark Void has installed a very hefty table, enough to hold eight people, along with two very dedicated candles; looks like the price of living has gone up!
> Among those eight very comfortable seats, five are occupied, with Death included.
> With the miserable failure of what he thought was his star team, he’s busily facepalming himself whilst trying to think up another plan.
> He *could* just nab you while you sleep, but that’s against the Code of Death’s Conduct; unless engaged in a fight, Death cannot alter someone’s time of life.
> He, of course, finds this a cruddy rule, and doesn’t even know who made it up. Who would punish him if he did, anyways? Death’s mother?
> She’s dead, too!
> Thankfully, there was no rule saying he couldn’t coerce others to do his bidding, and he’s been bending the rules as is. Perhaps attempting another strike of this magnitude, and he would be stripped of his license to kill.
> “None of this shit makes any fucking sense… he should be dead!”
> One of the figured, robed as always, gives a slight nod; continuing this for a few more moments, she looks like an invigorated bobble head.
> “Stop your fucking nodding! I am sick of all of this shit! You-“
> He points at the rhythmic mare who was nodding, as well as a pegasus.
> “And you- you two are going to make an appearance tonight at Luna’s party, considering you two were already invited. “
> “Got it, this should be easy as pie.” The female flier says enthusiastically, as the two stands up.
> “Then get the fuck out of here; the rest of you, poker tournament tomorrow, anyone is invited. Bring your own souls.”
> They look at each other perplexedly at the sudden offer, before silently exiting through a portal back to Ponyville, as Death materializes a stairway to a different part of the Void.
> Continuing the trek as it spirals down to the darkest parts that the Void has to offer, he finally enters an enormous, poorly lit cavern, lined with ancient bricks and dirt.
> Imbibed with shades and darkness, Death walks forward to the ledge, a pathway leading to the edge of the platform before descending into an gorge far beyond sight and comprehension.
> However, it was what Death was focusing on that was the most interesting, quietly observing it as it sloths around in the makeshift tomb.
> Barely visible, it’s thousand eyes bulge in every direction, the tentacles groping and slopping over itself, constantly moving as it meshes into the abyss with its conglomeration of flesh, fur, and stone.
> Death, crossing his arms at the wondrous sight of the resting god, can’t help but remark at its illustrious power.
> “It’s funny, what you and I are; if it weren’t for the truth I’ve seen, I would have never believe it.”
> A tentacle writhes up near Death, and he takes a step back, fearful of its intentions.
> An eye evolving out of the tip, the tentacle sluggishly looks at Death, moving ever so closer, before promptly returning back to the darkness below. The gigantic being has a lack of care for the person before it, for even Death was not close in terms of might.
> “Yet, in the end, even I am fearful of what you are.”
> The celestial creature grumbles, the cavern shaking with each word.
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> After persuasively talking and convincing Twilight Sparkle that partying out late for one night will not make Princess Celestia disown her, you returned back home to lick your wounds and prepare for Pinkie Pie’s and Princess Luna’s Moon Party.
> Rainbow, after taking a most satisfying nap, flies down sometime midafternoon to find you at your house.
> She gives a hearty knock at the door, only to receive no answer.
> “Uh, hey, Anon? Are you here?”
> Trying the knob, she finds that it’s unlocked; knowing how Anon can be stiff with his security measures, Rainbow Dash gets antsy as to what to door what could be happening.
> “He might be inside, he might not… he wouldn’t be angry if I came inside, would he?”
> Weighing the consequences, she decides to slip into your home, as the gnomes silently follow her movements, their bodies slowly rotating towards her until the door closes.
>  Walking into the newly redecorated room, Rainbow Dash can’t help but be amazed at all the wonderful things are inside here, not to mention that it doesn’t look like there was a gunfight wildly occurring here recently.
> “Huh… those gnomes sure know how to work!”
> She pauses in front of the grandfather clock, following the pendulum as it sways back and forth. The chain, pulled by gravity, very elaborately makes it several hours long descent to the end of its final link.
> She glances into the mounted mirror, seeing her reflection watching herself mimic the same motions, suddenly conscious on how she looks.
> Posing in ferocious and breath taking patterns to echo her usual acts of bravado, she can’t but help notice that there’s a change from what she’s used to seeing.
> Her physical appearance is identical to before, yes, but her… eyes, her face… they’ve transformed.
> She soon realizes that they look genuinely joyful, finally able to give a care about the world; somebody cares for her, and she cares for him just as much.
> Embracing the feeling of warmth, she suddenly realizes that she doesn’t actually know if the depths of your feelings matched hers, and uncertainty began to take hold, her reflection frowning just as low as she is. Ears drooping and wings laying low, a sense of melancholy works into her as she suddenly feels alone in the silence.
> Suddenly, she hears a muffled singing of poorly made lyrics echoing throughout the house, and she courageously follows your soothing voice.
> As she enters the hallway, your vocals take a more grim form of lines, as you unknowing tell your tale of sorrow.
“There’s a world now without you… and new adventures for me to see,”
“How far yonder I must travel, for you to sit here beside me?”
“Yet time perilously goes on, and leaves us in cherished vain,”
“How cruel fate can be to love, how destiny can decide your pain…”
> You don’t know where the song came from, or why you were singing it; all you know is that it pretty much carves out your life here at the moment.
> Sitting in your obscenely large and built-in-the-floor bathtub, filled to the brim with hot water and a thick layer of bath bubbles, you give a lively sigh and sink your head under the foams.
“…”
> You open your eyes, and take in the sight- reminded of the depth and width of the structure, you realize that this thing could classify as a miniature swimming pool.
> Closing your eyes and returning to the surface, you pop your head up over the edge with a large white bubbly afro, with a Colonel Sander’s mustache/beard combo to boot.
> Blinking, you lazily glance around, ready to burst into a nice Broadway tune.
> It takes you a moment to see a wide eyed Rainbow Dash, standing in your now open doorway.
> Well covered by the bubbles, and considering how it’s Dash, you’re not fazed at all.
> However, you can clearly see she’s getting redder by the second.
“Oh, uh… hi! What’s u-?”
> *SLAM!*
> Rainbow Dash is now frantically sitting outside the bathroom, door swiftly swinging closed.
> “I’m s-s-sorry! I didn’t realize-!”
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> As you hang over the in-ground bathtub, muzzled at what to say, time ticks by as the air gets thicker;
> Thicker with awkwardness, you mean.  Although bearing in mind with how hot this water is, the steam might be doing it as well.
“Oi, Dashie.”
> “I’m sorry, I’ll just come back later-“
“Rainbow. Dash.”
> “… Yes?”
“Come in here.”
> “But-“
“Get, in here, now. “
> As if her urge to do so was veiled by a thin layer of willpower, she gladly obeys and slips back into the bathroom.
> “Alright, so… uh… taking a bath, eh? Did you get dirty or something?”
“Yeah, I had a fight with a menacingly medium sized mechanical robot that launched fire, piloted by Sapphire Shores, Filthy Rich, and Trixie.”
> “Wha, what?!”
“Yup. I caught fire, maybe got a little sweaty, and so here I am, enjoying a nice bath.”
> The look on her face was painted with pure disbelief and astonishment; almost the same as that one morning, you couldn’t help but relish the nostalgia, oh so priceless .
> “But.. why… how?”
“What, you want a story?”
> She glares at the tiled floor, enraged at the topic.
> “Well, duh! I was supposed to be-! Why did I nap!?”
“Relax, and hop on in.”
> Her face snaps back at yours, as you relocate yourself to the far end of your tub.
> She has finally learned to become Level 2 Jimmies Rustler, as you imagine her mane glowing a bright gold and ridiculously long.
> “Anon, I… I don’t think… are you sure?”
> She takes to the air, hovering over the tub, as you lay against it, wrapping your arms on the outside tiles.
“It’s fine, Rainbow Dash, you need to stop fretting.”
> She lowers herself very cautiously, dipping a hoof into the bubbles and water, checking the temperature.
> In what you could only describe as being as cunningly stealthy as Naked Snake himself, you sneak your hand under the water, grab her hoof, and-
> “Eeeeyp!”
> Into the water she goes, so surprised she was grabbed that she didn’t have time to fly off; thankfully so, as it would have made one inferno of a mess with the bubbles.
> Coughing and spitting bubbles out of her mouth, she attempts to doggy paddle, as the tub is too deep for her. She gets ready to take herself out of the tub due to sheer embarrassment when you wade over and take her in your arms.
> “Anon, that wasn’t… cool…”
> You’re not sure whether or not if the bathwater just got hotter, or if it’s just you, but you return back to the side with her, making a pathway through the bubbles.
> Claiming your spot, you sit down in a laid back pose, leaving Rainbow awkwardly lying on your upper torso.
> Not sure as to how to respond, she finally gives a strained grin of satisfaction and rests her head on your shoulder,  spreading her hooves around you.
> “You’re such a knucklehead, you know that… right?”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.”
> Giving absolute 0% fucks, you rest as the foam of bubbles build around you, enjoying the wonderful aura that is bath time.
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> It wasn’t long before you would have to break the ice; Rainbow, while totally for the idea of being against your bare chest in a steamy and bubbly bath tub, is beginning to lose her nerves at the fact you’re wholly naked under these bubbles.
> “Hey, uh… Anon…”
“Yeah, what’s up?”
> “You’re, uh… not wearing anything down there, are you…?”
> You give a chuckle, take her back hoof, and rub it at the inside of your thigh.
> Now! This was a sly move that you thought was a devilish way to show her that you’re lacking clothing.
> However! This apparently was enough to give Rainbow Dash a bit of a jolt, as she gives a strong kick with that leg, barely missing leftie, and splashing water everywhere.
“H-hey! Geez! I was just messing with ya!”
> She scrambles to get into the air, her face a beet red, as she lets loose a tongue of a mare’s fury.
> It’s funny to watch a mad pegasus who’s sopping wet, the water dripping from her usually puffed and sleek mane and tail.
> The way she looks so vulnerable now, yet the fierce look in her eyes show that it would be a tough battle to win…
> Oops, don’t enjoy it too much sparky!
> Brain: “Too late, I sent a postcard to my cousin down south, and he says he’s coming to visit!”
> The Captain: “I’m visiting, and I brought my first and second mate with me!”
> “ANON I GET NERVOUS WHEN YOU DO THAT AND I’M AFRAID I’M GOING TO PULL A FLUTTERSHY AND I DON’T WANT TO DO SOMETHING I REGRET ANDI’MGETTINGUPSETBECAUSEIDON’TKNOWWHATI’M-“
> You passively look at her with a slight frown, trying to make sense out of what she’s trying to say, all the meanwhile doing your cursed best not give away that you’re working up a killer boner.
“Rainbow Dash, please… you’re killing me once more; this is just like the house incident yet again, and I really don’t want to pull out the gnomes.”
> She gives a look like your hair has caught aflame, gives a flustered grunt, and fluffs back onto the edge of the tub, balancing a boss.
> You lower your head partly under the water, blowing bubbles as she attempts to explain herself.
> Life is short, why take it seriously?
> “Anon, what do you feel about me?”
> Engagement and marriage and babies and retirement and-
> SLOW down, killer! She just asked you the big money question; don’t be planning your next few decades just yet!
“How do I feel about you, you mean like… eh, feeling wise?”
> She snorts, her face still blushing wildly on the topic.
> “Anon… when I said I’ll protect you forever, I didn’t mean I was going to just be some rainbow guardian,”
> You picture a golem that was attacked with paintballs, stomping behind you as you walk through Ponyville.
> “and I wanted to make sure that I said it right, because, well, I mean that I… I really like you.”
> Although you knew with the first kiss you shared, it’s still humbling to hear her directly say that for the very first time, as you can’t help but feel a little embarrassed yourself.
> Raising your face from the surface, you look up at Rainbow Dash, who’s now staring very intently at the sopping wet floor.
> “I just needed to know I’m not thinking into things too much, and that I might be assuming extravagant things right now, and-“
“Rainbow, one day I swear I will teach you to use periods in your sentences. You mean the world to me, and I wouldn’t give anything up for you; will you please be my special somepony?”
> She lowers her head, as her still stopping wet mane covers her face; unfortunately here, while it may half hide that blush, it’s not even close to covering that smile that will forever be imprinted on the back of your mind, like that picture of your family you keep on your refrigerator.
> “Alright… that’s all I wanted to hear.”
“All I wanted to hear, my ass! Get in here!”
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> You launch yourself like a torpedo out of the water, grabbing around Dashie’s wings before she can react, and slide her back into the mass of bubbles.
> After a questionable amount of bubble flinging, you’re hastily astounded with Dash mashing her lips with yours, leaving behind a bubble beard of wonderful proportions.
> “Nyehehe! You look like one of your gnomes!”
> Looking at a large vertical mirror, you willingly agree that all you need is a green cone shaped hat to fit in with the gang.
> As you both laugh, you grab Dashie around her midriff once more, setting her on the side of your hip, with her back to you.
> “Anon, hehe, what are you doing now?”
“Just washing your mane, relax.”
> “Alright, alright! This feels so weird, though.”
> Her head just barely over the water, you grab some of the ever expanding bubbles from around her, working into her colorful mane. How the colors manage to stay in line, only Rainbow Dash and Nayru knows.
> As you reach for some real shampoo, Rainbow Dash can’t help but look down into the hole of bubbles you’ve just made, and sees that something is going on down there.
> Silently investigating, she slowly moves her closer hoof into the maw between your legs, as you begin working begin her ears with the lotion.
“Hm…?”
> She brushes against the captain, who’s still at full throttle, and lightly jerks her hand away out of panic.
> After a moment of hesitation, you soon realize she’s rubbing her hoof on the starboard side of the commanding officer below, in which he would like to report that he’s very pleased.
“Hm.”
> Rainbow Dash glances at you with a perfectly straight face, although flushed with pink, and tries to gauge out anything, good or bad.
“Keep your head straight, sweet heart.”
> You say this with the slightly of winks, and it appears she’s satisfied with the green-light to continue with her silent mission.
> Gripping it slightly in the way only a hoof can, she naively attempts to size it up, stroking it slowly.
“Rainbow, stop.”
> She immediately obeys, as if she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar. The innocent look of her enjoying a guilty pleasure is unfathomably interesting to look at.
> Chuckling a bit, you shift both you and her into a more comfortable position; standing up more straight in the shallower part of the pool- you mean, bath, you place her facing you in between your legs.
“There, it’s better for ponies to uh, use both your hands. Not that I know much on the topic.”
> She looks at you with wide eyes, and before you realize it, you’re bending forward and kissing her passionately, your hand running through her soapy mane.
> As you press your tongue against her, you slowly lean your body towards hers, wrapping yourself around her petite frame.
> After a minute of “clash of the tongues”, both of you separate for a moment to catch each other’s breaths. Realizing you’ve left her hair’s job of being clean unfinished, you continue kneading her mane in such a loving way, much to her disappointment.
> Looking down, however, she sees through the bubbles that she has her own job left undone, and gets to work with both her hooves.
“Also, Rainbow Dash?”
> “Yeah?”
“Fluttershy isn’t going to be like that anymore, so no more slandering her. As for you, well, you’ve reached the point where you can’t do anything that I’d argue with.”
> “Eh, what does that even mean?”
“1.) No picking on Fluttershy. 2.) You cannot rape the willing, although I ask you not to attempt mounting me in the bathtub.”
> Still working your excited member in her hooves, she looks up with a sheepish grin.
> You never thought you would see the day with Rainbow Dash giving a look like that; she has really changed since you’ve met her.
> “Alright, so that means… anything?”
> You arch an eyebrow, not even close to being sure what she means.
> Apparently she doesn’t know either, because she gives a shrug with a side order or “lolwut”.
> “I don’t know! I just wanted to make sure I don’t do anything… bad.”
“That’s what a relationship is, Rainbow; you learn things that way. If there’s something you want to do that involves me, don’t hesitate, alright?”
> With those words, in a way reminiscent of a flailing alligator gar fish thrashing into action, Dashie shoots into the water, and sinks a whole three feet.
“Rainbow Dash…? HNG!”
> After a second of hesitation, Rainbow Dash’s mouth subversively takes in the captain in one fell swoop, like the Kraken engorging on a doomed ship.
> The Captain, realizing his dream is coming true, salutes the world as his ship goes down.
> Captain: “I’ll miss you, boy, until next time we meet again!”
> You mentally nod at him, as a dramatic image of him is taken by the terrible monster.
“Urghk!”
> Oh sweet Metroid, you can’t make visions like this- the intense sensation is… overbearingly incredible.
> Not partaking this feeling since forever, you can’t help but give a trivial gasp at the shock of this, and exhale a low moan.
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> After about 15 seconds underwater, Dashie comes up for air, and gets prepared to go down a second time; having other plans for her, you nippily pick her flank from out of the water.
> She’s still hanging on to you below as you stand and make your way to sit on the ledge of the bath/pool combo.
“I can’t imagine the soap water being that enjoyable in your mouth, sweetheart.”
> She drools and spits out a bit of the mixture in her mouth, making a profane face.
> “Eeeck.. I didn’t think it would taste like that.”
“What, my dick?”
> Haha, you said dick.
> “No, not that, this water! Pllbht!”
> Chuckling wildly, you sit back down as Dashie’s back half is still hanging in your hands; her mouth agape, she’s trying to move her head to continue the job.
“Easy there! It’s not going anywhere… is there a reason you wanted to do this?”
> She looks at you with a determined look that tells you that her springtime of youth has just blossomed.
> “Who was the last pony that did this for you, Anon?”
> Oh joy, talks about sex, and here you were just trying to not smell like sweat today.
“Well, err, no one that I know of, I hope.”
> She raises an eyebrow, as you both make determined eye contact. This is hilarious, considering you have her plot a foot off the ground, and she has an impressive grip on you down below. It’s like trying to separate a spoiled child from her toy.
> “You hope? What does THAT mean?”
“I was unconscious for the first two days of being here, and I’ve been knocked out more times than I ever wished to be. Let me rephrase myself; I’ve never done anything since my time here *consciously*.”
> “Not even with Fluttershy?”
“Consciously.”
> “… What… what about Applejack?”
> You let loose a laugh like a wild hyena, dropping Rainbow in the process. You start pounding the ground in the merriment of such a question, grabbing a towel to wipe your tears.
> Plopping on the wet tile, she still has yet to liberate you, as if your life will flash away from you should she loosen her grip on you.
> “What’s so funny, huh?”
“Hehe… heh.. Applejack and I kept our physical distance when we lived together; there was absolutely nothing between us except friendship and the perspiration of hard work exchanged.”
> “And… Twilight? You two are pretty close…”
> Oooh. Not even a few hours before, you’ve engaged in a wild boner near Twilight, as well as have the entertaining discussion of inner cutie marks.
> Along with the fact of your possible state of a life-threatening coma, you decide not to share any of these three tidbits. Your heart is for this azure pegasus before you, anyhow.
“Rainbow Dash, everything I have is for you, silly. I’ll admit that I used to feel extremely obstinate with the notion of ‘being with a pony’, but since my time with you, all that worry has departed out of the window.”
> She looks like she’s gradually coming at ease with this topic, finally letting go of the Captain and getting back on her hooves.
> ”Anon, I gotta admit something…”
> inB4 Pony AIDS.
> “I’m a virgin mare, although I may have some fun during flight school…”
> You just circumvented a bullet, right there- nice dodge!
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“*cough cough* Gilda *cough cough*.”
> “Hey! I experimented a bit, yes, but… you’re my first in a lot of things, like this!”
> With that, she goes in for the kill, meeting your hand on her forehead in physical consultation.
> “Anon, come on, you said-!”
“Chill! I have a couple things to say, myself.”
> Giving a groan, she plops on her stomach, wings extended, and stares up at you, less than a foot away from your now ticked off dick.
> Captain: “Wtf bro?”
> Brain: “You relax, too!”
“I don’t know nor remember if I had a ‘first time’ for any of this, in Equestria or before. All I know is that whatever I experience from here on out, I want it to be with you, alright?”
> She gives a half-hearted smile, happy that you want to be with her, but annoyed that you’re pausing the fun that she has in store for you.
> She’s eyeing the Captain like a treat on a dog’s nose, and you’re sure the Captain is staring intently back.
> You suddenly realize how interesting it is to have a conversation when you’re entirely naked, sitting with your legs spread out, and your special someone [mother freaking filter] is glaring hungrily at your lower member.
> “Aww, thanks, Anon, you don’t know how much that means to me. Now, may I…?”
> As soon as she tries for the deed again, wiggling forward, you pick her from her flank once more, in which she just erupts in rage.
> “ARGH ANON! Just let me do it, C’MON!”
> She’s writhing in your grip, but still refusing to use her wings; perhaps she can’t with that wing boner, like how you can’t usually piss with a killer erection.
> You lift her over your head, glancing between her legs, much to her bafflement.
> “Yes, Anon, it’s my marehood, and it’s a bit sensitive right now, now can you PLEASE-!”
> Lo and behold, to your ultimate amusement, you find a wonderful treasure as your lick the inside of her thigh-
> Right on her newly found inner cutie mark.
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> An interesting taste, you might note, but you can’t quite put it on the dot as to what it may be.
> The sensation of your tongue against it shot a wave of immensely enjoyed numbness through Dashie, and within a second her body goes limp with satisfaction, giving up whatever fight she was ready to put up.
> After you return her floppy body back to the floor, you grab the towel and wipe off your soapy member, the reason why you got out of the bath in the first place.
> “Aww, Anon, c’mon…”
“Hmm?”
> She droopily turned around and begins backing up to you, passing over the Captain and pressing into your stomach.
> “Lie down… do that again… hurry up!”
> Here you thought Luna acted spoiled; you suppose Dash deserves it though, considering the fervor she showed not even a minute ago.
> Laying on your back in spread eagle position, Rainbow makes it barely to the top of your chest, and after raising her tail, you see that her marehood has gotten a tad bit wetter- and it’s not from the bath.
> Before you could point out that your tongue would have to grow another half foot to reach her, she wraps you around with her tongue, and spirals down your shaft as your dick makes its second entry in her mouth.
> A loud moan escapes out of your throat, too late to stifle the foreign sound, and Rainbow Dash quietly slides the rest of it inside her mouth, her tongue lashing around the shaft in a passionate frenzy.
> Deciding to do the best you can to return the favor, you use one hand to hoist her flank up in a standing position, and use the other to work on her left inner thigh, where a faded image of a thunderbolt can be barely seen.
> The rubbing makes her legs buckle, she hesitates for a moment, trying to regain her posture;
> As if being sexually aroused is a stance you can stay adamant on.
> “Oh, you want to do this the hard way? We’ll do this the hard way, then!”
“Wait, wha- HOLY!”
> She viciously takes the Captain in one fell swoop, turning her mouth in a piston of utmost pleasure. This had just turned into a competition, and she’s now kicking your kahoot.
> Or, should you say, sucking your dick fairly lively, as you suddenly felt a blissful awareness that you’ve never played witness before.
> The motion of her mouth pumping up and down, with her tongue swirling all over your base, has driven you over the edge of desire, and you descend into the thick musk of lust, as you collapse all effort to do anything of your own.
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> Minutes pass, as she keeps this up with a dedication not even Samurai Jack can match, and you feel that point looming closer, knowing full well that you’re going to come at this rate.
> To Tartarus if you’re going to let her take a one sided victory; you have one goal in mind, and that’s to make sure she doesn’t regret choosing you.
> You grab her by her hind legs, and literally rip your dick right out of her mouth;
> You could seriously feel the motion of her lips as you forcibly exit her, the feeling putting you ridiculously close to climaxing,
> “Oomfh, whuh?!”
> And you her sweep her limbs on each side of your head, as her marehood comes hurdling down right on your mouth.
“OOFTHMF!”
> Rainbow, still dazed at what just happened, begins to turn her head in a rightfully hurt manner.
> “HEY! Anon, what the h-hhHHhHHERFUHL!”
> Cutting off her sentence with your own tongue, you brace for the taste of coins as you give a long, healthy lick down her crease.
> You pause at the sudden development, as Rainbow gives a yell of pleasured bewilderment.
> This pony tastes like superman ice cream.
> GREAT CELESTIA, YOU LOVE EQUESTRIA!
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> Grabbing each side of her flank and going to town like you’re taking on the Baskin Robbins’s mega sundae challenge, you let your tongue turn into a ferocity of its own, as it laps around the inside of her.
> You feel every possible curve, moisture building around your tongue as your saliva and her juices begin flowing naturally from the stimulation.
> If you could, you would utter your own groan of delight from such a wonderful finding; even so, it would never have made the same stage as the noise that protrudes out of her mouth, one of deep satisfaction.
> Giving pleasured gasps each time your tongue juts in for another round, she fights bravely to not make such beautiful groans; only to fail miserably, you can’t help but feel content with defeating her in the dozens of battles she tries to win, only to cave inro her weaknesses and crave more.
> The spasms within trying to grasp at your tongue, you’re only more determined to conquer the honey spot inside, covering each area you can reach with such rigor motions, exiting only for breath and to remind the clit who’s in charge down here.
> You can’t help but enjoy the tickling feeling of her tail bouncing off of your forehead.
> In a last ditch effort to scrap out a hollow victory, Dashie stretches her for hooves forward, barely reaching the captain as lower half works a grind on your mouth, much to your amusement.
> Grabbing the end of your dick, she licks a hoof and works on him like the speed demon she is, grinding forward with her body’s momentum to tightly push down the captain’s shaft with both her hooves, doubling your feeling of ecstasy in both above and below.
> Soon you feel the urge once again, as her pace grows faster, and your tongue turns super saiyan, using instantaneous transmission like the beast it is.
> “Anon, I think… I’m getting… close… ahh..!”
> You can’t respond in any way but continuing faster, working on her clit in such a feverous passion, and her moans get increasing louder.
> You feel it coming so devastatingly close, and you can’t help but feel a tinge of guilt for not being able to warn her.
> “Ahhh… ugghn… ahhh, ahhh! AHHHHH!”
> Beating you to the finish line, your mouth is suddenly barraged with a torrent of juices; the feeling of her sexual musk covering you compels you to keep going.
> Fighting her contractions flexing inside, you force her to ride the orgasm as her moans turn into satiated yells, her screams driving your dick crazy as she continues to drive it with her hooves.
> Within seconds your turn comes next, and the wave of euphoria engulfs you in an aura of intense pleasure as your own workings fire out, mortaring to your stomach and a bit of her face.
> The both of you taking deep breaths to recuperate from the satisfying moment, you both relax from the sudden exhaustion coming in.
> After finally recovering, you begin to lean up, sliding Rainbow Dash into the puddle of cum you’ve left on your stomach.
“Ah, crud, sorry about that, R-“
> “No, it’s fine… I like… the taste of you…”
> Too winded to lift her head, she laps her own tongue at your stomach, trying to get a taste sample of your seed.
> Chuckling at the feel of her tongue running across your midriff, you run your hand down her back soothingly, as her wings finally begin to settle down.
> “Oooo… feels… so… good…”
“What, this feels good? Geez, I’d hate to see how you’d describe earlier, then.
> “No, it’s just… wonderful… best thing… ever…”
> You grin as you continue to massage her spine, working around the joints to her laid out wings as you caress her.
“I didn’t quite do it in ’10 seconds flat’, but I’d think I did a pretty good job, if I don’t say so myself.”
> Her muffled grunts of fatigue answers you, looking ready to sleep on you as is.
> Realizing the mess you’ve made on each other, you look back at the invitingly warm bath pool next to you, ready for a second cleaning.
> Fully picking her up in your arms, you softly work into the water, placing her into the shallows as you grab some more shampoo.
> “Mmmm… thank you, Anon… I… I… I really…”
“Relax, you did a great first job, too. Just think, all the times we can do this, together.”
> She sighs with having been handed the most wonderful thought in the world, her head lying on your lap as you redo washing her mane.
> “Anon, you’re the best.”
“Just think of the party we’re going to tonight!”
> “….WHAT?!”
-----
> Sometime later, here you are.
“Alright, so... how in the hell do we go up there?”
> It’s now the brisk end of evening, the sunset making one heck of an exit.
> The purple and pink glow flaunting the skies above, darkness slowly makes its ascent.
> You watch as the moon returns to the sky once more, its speed paradoxical, unquestioned;
> Stars steadily flickering into the sky, it’s ask if one has to make the daring move to appear, in order for the rest to gain confidence to join the fray;
> You suddenly understand why it’s amusing to watch the skies at night, as the celestial masses gather.
> You’re standing out outside of Twilight’s library, the memories here still fresh in your mind as you avert your attention to your classily made suit you decided to come in.
> By suit, you mean putting on the best and most formal looking thing you can find-
> Which is some sort of black elongated tunic you specifically asked Rarity to make for you.
> It was an idea for some OC cosplay you always wanted to do, but never wasted the time nor the effort in putting it together.
> With an interesting drape over your left shoulder, you feel like an anime prince.
> Notsureifwant.jpg
> On both your left and right sides stand two dashingly posed mares, both excited and nervous to go with you on your venture to the Lunar Party.
> On your left is the ever eye-catching Twilight Sparkle, wearing a light and casual dress she wore for her birthday party. Giving a glance up at you noticing her, she shoots a wink at you and prods her head at your other side.
> Rotating to the right, you have the cyan wonder, skimping out on any sort of fancy dressing, or clothes for that matter. Rainbow Dash is sitting down with a look of utter disdain and boredom, however.
> Well, this is a good start.
“What’s the matter, Dashie?”
> She looks up at you with such gloomy eyes. Great blue potions, does she have to hit you with such a look?
> It practicably puts you in a collar, and shoves a leash in her hoof.
> You understand her mood with talking her about what happened earlier today, after your little scuffle with Team Radical; but this doesn’t mean she needs to be so low-spirited about it.
> “I don’t know… I just am nervous is all! I like big crowds, but…”
“But…?”
> Twilight pipes in, already understanding the situation.
> “She’s trying to say that while she loves being with people, but she’s nervous being with people while with you.”
-----
> You look between the two a few times, as Twilight poker-faces and Rainbow looks away.
“Wait, are you serious? You’re nervous for this party because of me?”
> “Anon, you should know this is the first time Rainbow Dash has actually dated someone, so she’s right to be nervous.”
> You swing your neck from Rainbow Dash to Twilight, back to Rainbow again.
> *Crick*
> Rainbow Dash shoots a look at you, to Twilight, back to you again;
> She’s too cool to crick her neck.
“We…”
> “We’re…?”
“We’re dating?!
> “We’re dating! C’mere!”
> Oh come ON, you should have realized it before, but the concept is still so obscenely WEIRD.
> Dating her is pretty sweet. You promised her that it won’t bother you;
> Besides, going out Rainbow Dash is by default very cool.
> Courting Rainbow Dash while in a coma-induced dream state of a representation of Equestria where you could die at any moment...
> “Not… cool.”
> You look down, surprised that the words running in your head were said out loud.
> You develop a higher level of confusion when you realize Rainbow Dash is not below you, but rather up in the air, inches from your face; her own being very red, and yours faring no better.
> The way she kept her lips posed showed that while you were having a miniature panic attack, she was excited to fly up and kiss ya, in which you were so kind to blow it off.
> Whoopsie.
-----
> She flies back to the ground, looking even more depressed, and you swear the weight of the world’s sorrows has just be been left on your shoulders.
> For a moment you’re actually ready to howl to the moon, telling the tale of your people;
> Twilight, giving a look clearly stating she doesn’t know what do, looks up at the moon.
> “About that issue you mentioned before, Anon… let me see if I can’t call Luna somehow.”
> Her horn glowing, a bright light launches from it into the air.
> Is she seriously considering that using a flare would get Luna’s attention?
> From the freaking moon?
> Dashie, looking up at the sight, is amazed by the colorful show;
> The reflection of it in her eyes is a wondrous spectacle to you, as you can’t help but be glad she has positive emotions still.
> The flare goes unnecessarily high before arching and puffing out.
> That was a pretty interesting firework.
> YFW It convincingly works and the demon chariot of questionably respectable taste comes strolling down within seconds in front of you three.
> Your face when you realize you need to look in the mirror to see said face, as you are Anon;
> Pokerface.swf
“How the hell does that even work, Twilight? Not only is it soundly impossible to attract her attention from her, the moon is millions of miles away, yet it comes here in seconds.”
> “It’s fucking magic, Anon! Magic. Friendship. Battlestar Galactica.”
> Zero flying fucks given, you already know she doesn’t even understand what she said, despite the certainty in her usual air of confidence.
> Although there might have been one “flying fuck” with that episode in the hot air balloon and Rainbow…
> That’s more of a “floating fuck” though.
> Or is it…?
-----
 
> Thus the three of you get on the pony-less carriage, the theme for CSI playing in your head as you ascend to the skies above.
> However the faces of your company are all mixed up here for the scene to go right.
> Twilight’s absurdly thrilled as d- you mean, night to go out this late for once.
> Dashie is… not as exhilarated.
> You’re personally debating whether or not your doubts of being in an unmanned- err, unponied aircraft will cause the effects of gravity to sudden kick in…
> Happy thoughts, Anon, happy thoughts.
> With Rainbow sitting next to you in an unconscious action, you try your best to make up for your mistake earlier.
> You run your fingers through her brightly colored mane, as she unknowingly lays your head on your side.
> Twilight is pretending to look around at anywhere but the scene you’re trying to cause, looking only once to give you a wink.
> That’s your wingman; you can almost hear her mumble: “you get em tiger”.
> Running your hand down her mane, you sweep it down to behind her far front leg, finding a nice ticklish spot to get her break out in laughter.
> “Nyeheha! C’mon, Anon, what are you trying to p-..?”
> As she turns to gaze at you out of amusement, you see her eyes close as you bend down to kiss her, the feel of her lips reaching yours once more.
> The warm sensation of the silent contact was enough to quell whatever bad mood she was in earlier, and you’re soon retracting to her disappointment.
“I’ll have to get used to calling you the term ‘special somepony’, but what does that make me then?”
> She’s brighter in the face than any color in her tail, as she tries to manage a decent response to that.
> “Well, uh… since I’m *your* special somepony, I think you can be one too. Since it’s me, of course!”
“Of course,” You finish the confirmation with an alluring smile.
> She’s giving you a look that tells you she wants to do things regardless as to whether Twilight is there or not, but you press one finger on her lips.
“We’re about to enjoy a party. On the moon. Where I am supposed to have my own base. I think we can afford to find some quality time there, Dashie. For now, let’s enjoy whatever Luna has planned.”
-----
> Dashie gives a nod of begrudged agreement as Twilight suddenly pretends she exists in the vicinity.
> “Well, you two, it appears we’re quite far up, and it’s getting cold… I should have realized that this would be a chilly trip, going to the moon and all.”
“I still don’t see how this makes any sense. By the laws of science, we’ll freeze over by the time we leave the atmosphere, and if we somehow survive that, death from suffocation due to-“
> “Magic, Anon, MAGIC.”
“But-!”
> “MAGIC.”
> MAGIC MAGIC MAGIC, it’s always the same outlandish excuse!
> If this is your head, and you control reality, you’re about to get a one way ticket to hell.
> But… you’re wholly hoping she’s right. Things out of your control, crazier than what you could imagine, has indeed happened already.
> Unbeknownst to you, the laws of space is about to take an exam, and it looks like it’s about to enter review;
> Rainbow is the first to pick up the sign of teleportation.
> “Hey, uh, guys… is it just me, or is that a wormhole?”
“Wormhole? I see only the starry sky and a huge fucking moon.”
> Twilight: “Oh! You’re right, Rainbow Dash! But why is there a wormhole here?”
“What wormhole? I see nothing but-“
> “Hold on to your cutie marks!”
> HORY SHET!
> Colors, colors everywhere!
> Your head flails around, back in LSD-city, and ready to rip off from lip lash thanks to the sudden change in velocity.
> Please don’t let this be a heart attack doing surprise butt sex; this is almost a perfect mimic of when you croaked.
> The flowing colors of whirling around you, it’s penetrated only by a white glow and your girly screams.
> Rainbow: “Anon, shut up! You’re fine!”
> You clam up like a smacked puppy, tears in your eyes as you see Twilight and Rainbow holding on;
> You swing one hand around a “oh shit!” bar-
> The other around Dashie.
> The flow of wind, that would under usual circumstances kill you instantly, is merely making the insides of your cheeks flap, your mouth going dry from the flow of wind.
> You suddenly wish you had goggles, as your sweat, tears, and saliva are now all excavating from your body in random vectors.
> But just as soon as it started, you’ve reached the end, and you’re now at your destination.
> Welcome to the moon.
> We have t-shirts.
-----
> After checking to make sure you did not properly defecate yourself, you gather in the sight to behold.
> It’s as legitimate of a moon as you’re ever going to believe it, the colors and craters are realistically cartoonish enough.
> Again, the lack of death befuddles you, as you look at Twilight with a worried glance.
> The glare she returns is evidence enough to guess what her response is, and you drop the subject.
“So, uh, where do we land? It’s not like there’s a lack of parking space or anything.
> [Sure wish this was like the threads I maul viewers with my stories with, -Tyko]
> Rainbow: “Well, who’s driving? It’s gonna take us to her palace or whatever it is, duh! I think…”
> Twilight, give a huff of importance for being knowledgeable on the subject, looks at the two of you, waiting for her elaborate explanation.
> Twilight: “Have neither of you been to the moon?”
“Well… no… have you?”
> “Well, no… but watch this!”
> As you near a large crater, dozens of miles wide, its inner base slowly begins to open in a spiral manner, the bottom splitting into warped eighths.
> After what takes heart wrenching minutes, you slowly lower into the obscurity below.
> In the darkness, the three of you remain dead silent, unsure of what to say.
> Interestingly enough, you realize their eyes are easily visible; perhaps another sleight of hand from being in Equestria.
> Or, as the mental image ‘Twilight’ says snidely in your head, “It’s maaaaagic, nyuhuh!”
“So, uh, how about them Wonderbolts?”
> Rainbow: “What about em?”
“Nevermind.”
> You feel the movement of the chariot you’re riding, but the lack of sight makes you edgy nonetheless.
> In due time, a faint light appears below, gathering ever so closer.
> The light develops from a glow to a glorious shine-
> And soon you’re floating above a stone built metropolis.
> A castle almost as outstanding as Canterlot itself, it appears to have been dubbed with interesting technology;
> Namely, spotlights and flashing neon colors broadening off in every direction.
> So many wonderful lights, it’s like an insurance policy to make sure the whole outsized cavern doesn’t have a single pocket of darkness in here.
> Feels like you’re in Las Vegas-
> Err, sorry, Las Pegasus*,
> And you’re about to win big.
> Twilight: “Welcome to Artemare, royal palace of the moon.”
“Does that mean there’s a palace in the sun?”
> “Well, Celestia DID try to do that, but… things didn’t go too well with that.”
> Rainbow: “The idea for Celestas burnt to ashes, just like the building!”
> Ba-dump, tsh!
-----
> As your journey finally reaches an end on a platform, complete with strobe lights, a nearby entrance to the large and not so modest home had a red carpet roll.
> Rolling, rolling, rolling…
> Keep those carpets rolling…
> Until it finally ends at the door to our ride, now opening to your convenience.
> It almost appears as if the CEO of Spencer’s bought out a castle, and took overstock here.
“Hey, Twilight, before we get out, did you bring what I asked?”
> About to stride out, she positions back in her spot, sharing a look of unsettlement with the topic at hand.
> “Yes, I did, Anon, but I still don’t think it’s a good idea, if you described this… ‘thing’, right.”
“I understand your fears, but rest assured I’ll make it so nothing harmful comes out of it.”
> Teetering on the spot, she pulls out something unrecognizable to anybody but you and her, and puts it in your general direction.
> Taking it, you’re unperturbed to find that it’s yet another of those cheap hand crafted boxes, a simple jewelry box of sorts with a twist-lock latch.
> Opening it up, you can already tell your imagination has outdone you with your expectations, for you mentally convinced yourself it could be done;
> There’s no actual inside, perse, but a flat surface covers the bottom half of the container, with a ladled hole in the middle. A topper to cover the hole appears to be glued to the top.
> You take in a whiff from the hole, the surprise of what could be in there just as generic a mystery as any-
> Ah, yes. This will do, just fine.
> It’s savory scent flushes you pink, the harsh bitterness reminding you of the good ol’ days.
> How Mother Russia has served you well.
> Rainbow Dash, more befuddled out of the two ponies, is the first to inquire.
> “Wait, what is that?”
> Closing the lid promptly and latching it carefully before stashing it away, you give Dashie a look just as perplexing.
“What is what?”
> “What was THAT you were just holding!”
“I have NO idea what you’re talking about~! I do know, however, that royalty is fast approaching us, and I think we better relocate ourselves near her soon.”
> Right you were, as Princess Luna is making her joyful way down the aisle, donning a pair of sunglasses and guards flocking about her.
> The three of you hop out, as the chariot takes off to what you can only assume its remarkable garage.
> Walking forward a few yards before you follow with Twilight and Rainbow’s bow, you’re met with a hearty giggle.
> “What the fuck is this, a knighting ceremony? Get your heads up and your plots down, my big sis isn’t here!”
> The guards look at each other rather depressingly.
> It appears this is more punishment than a job for them;
> Hell, you’d rather guard Luna over Celestia any day.
-----
> As you stand up, Luna approaches you in a most enthusiastic manner.
> “We have arranged-“
“*We*?”
> “Err...” it appears she’s uneasy, trying to show off.
> “I have arranged a special event tonight, and many people are actually attending. I, uh, hope you enjoy yourselves here, and try not to be a stranger tonight, okay?”
“I’ll be sure to hang out with you; this IS your house, after all. I might need to stay the night.”
> “S-s-stay the night, here? Uh, but.. cool. But why?”
> You’re not about to explain the dreary effects of alcohol while near your Dash or the disapproving Twilight;
> You’re also not about to explain how you ’magically’ obtained it.
> What’s that, it’s magic? Yeah, ok.
“We’ll see, but is that alright?”
> “Well, fuck, sure! Just never had anybody ask that before, is all. I’ll show you that crib I have sitting around for you, sometime tonight.”
> You love how she uses ‘crib’ so casually.
> Rainbow: “Uh, what about us?”
> Well, by King Zora’s name. If you were oblivious to the jealousy emitted from Rainbow in the conversation you held not even a moment ago, you’re certainly having it clarified with the smug look on her face.
> Apparently Luna sees it too, both embarrassed and flustered.
> “Well! Of course, we’re all friends here, right? You are all welcomed to do as you please, do come in!”
> As Luna turns around to lead us in, Twilight leans on Rainbow Dash.
> “What are you DOING? She is the princess!”
> “Princess or no princess, I don’t want her getting any idea with Anon here!”
“Remember, I’m right next to you, Dash.”
> “I know! I just, I don’t know... I get uneasy when other ponies talk to you like that...”
> You look don’t at her with a smirk, content that she’s being a tad territorial.
“She didn’t exactly say much, but I know how you feel. Protect me, alright?”
> She looks up at you, remembering the words she said when she confessed to you. Her cheeks fighting a blush, it settles with a rose pink across her nose.
> That’s too fucking cute.
> “Mmm..hm.”
“Just don’t kill or attack someone, unless it’s a rogue assassin out to end my misery.”
> “I’m on it!”
> How little you KNEW THEN!
-----  
> And with that, the three of you enter the double doors with Luna, leading to a very majestic…
> Small hallway.
> It’s like one of those double-double doorways you see at schools, to keep the cold out.
“Hey, Luna, isn’t the moon a bit cold, especially with being down here?”
> She gives a look back at you with an air of misunderstanding, about to open the second doorway.
> You swear you hear a faint beat going on, like the inside of a car next to you at a streetlight, blaring techno.
> It’s barely audible, but catchy.
> “Do you think my sister is some sort of super douche? She may have banished me back then, but she sure as hell made certain this place has a killer heating system.”
“But, what kind of heating system can keep a castle this size warm on the m-“
> A jab in your shin cuts your query short, as you look down at Twilight in teary anger.
> Datlookagain.jpg
> FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!
> MAGIC, MAGIC, MAGIC!
> It’s always MOTHERFUCKING magic!
> Why can’t there be logic, science?
> Bitches love motherfucking science!
“Never mind. Let’s party, shall we?”
> Giving a nod, a guard stops her, grabs the handle, and pulls the door in for us to enter.
> UNST, UNST, UNST, UNST!
> Your eardrums are pounded with a marinating of awesomeness as you take in what could possibly be the most wonderful, amazing night you’ll ever have.
> And you
> CAME
> IN
> YOUR PANTS.
> Seriously, you’re wearing pants, not shorts even.
> Sick perverts.
-----
> If you thought there were enough flashing lights outside, it appears the interior designer begged to differ; every single inch of the ceiling is pummeled with strobe lights, disco balls, gyrating colored lights, you name it.
> You feel bad for the soul that foots the electric bill here; rather, you would have, if it wasn’t so likely that this stuff runs off of- you guessed it, magic.
> As the angels of music molest the inside of your ears, you look around, dazed at all the ponies here.
> Dozens, a dozen dozen maybe, are all standing around and partying out in the middle of the dance floor.
> The dance floor; your mouth drops at the sight of it.
> Twilight is nudging your leg, trying to get you to follow the group, but you’ve heard the calling;
> That dance floor has a summons for your arrest, and you’re about to put in some cold, hard time.
> Looking down at Twilight, you give a wild grin as you pull out the large bushy mustache.
> You can’t hear her voice, but the way she’s mouthing it is making it pretty clear:
> “Don’t you fucking dare!”
> You’re already sliding down the aisle to the dance floor, as if the chains of fate have harpooned you, and are now pulling you in.
> Looking back at Luna and Rainbow Dash, and then back at you, Twilight crunches some numbers to see how good of an idea it is to pursue you.
> She gets a 32.3333% chance of disaster, repeating of course.
> Ignoring this, she chases after you as you part the crowd with your tall presence alone, leaving Rainbow Dash and Luna walking unknowingly alone.
-----
> The ponies, every single one; they all see you, dancing and standing alike.
> They can’t help but stare, your sight alone a mind boggler as they part for you to enter the floor in the center of the party playground.
> Entering the corner of the stage, you see her almost immediately, her platform far higher than anyone else’s.
> A large machine pumping the musical sensation that is obliterating the room, she stands as the magical meister of musical intensity.
> It appears Vinyl Scratch notices you as well, as she lifts a hoof in your direction to acknowledge your very existence; the moment alone has been something you’ve waited all your time here.
> Time to tear up the floor.
> Strutting down to the very center like the arrogant sucker you are, your intense aura drives ponies to give you a wide berth, all the meanwhile flailing their bodies like furious shocks were firing through them.
> These fools know nothing of the true art of breaking down, and after pointing your hand at the DJ, you look down, psyching yourself to show Equestria the reason you came here.
> You came here to dance, and they shalt remember you and your beautiful pseudo-mustache.
> You have a PhD in Dancing, and you’ve double majored in Blowing People’s Minds Away.
> Spinning in motions that would disturb the average viewer, your body distorts in ways unimaginable.
> Your limbs move in customs that sparks the life of the party in the sinning souls that witness it, seeking redemption by following your sagely ways.
> Meanwhile, it was about another minute before Luna realizes that she’s lost you, as well as Twilight Sparkle.
> Getting into a more secluded part of the cavernous room, she concludes this fact to Rainbow Dash, who has been nervously looking at Luna’s hooves, doing her best to adjust to the noise.
> Luna: “Hey, HEY!”
> Dashie: “Oh, oh? What?!”
> “We lost that fucker, as well as Twilight!”
> “What?! W-where did they go?!”
> “Fuck if I know! Let’s split up, I’m sure we’ll find them around here, somewhere. Shouldn’t be hard to miss Anon, seeing how he towers over every god damn pony in here.”
> “Alright, talk to you later!”
> As soon as Rainbow turns around, however, she bumps into another pony, knocking both of them to their flanks.
> The other standing up, she brushes herself as she looks over at Rainbow, who is doing the same.
> Rainbow: “Uh, sorry about that, I wasn’t looking and I-“
> “Hey, no problem, I was looking for you anyways; I’ve been needing to talk to you!”
> Rainbow: “Wait, you’re, you’re-!”
-----
> Back to you; you’ve organized a cult of followers, silently pleading to understand what greater knowledge you possess.
> Opening their third eye with the understanding you’ve partaken in sharing with them, you suddenly recruited a determined army of dancers following your every move.
> Twilight Sparkle, finally making it through the sea of performers, has come forward into your inner circle, witnessing the brilliance of your hypnotic movements.
> Vinyl, seeing the masterpiece working below, is pounding her head to the beat, her sleek mane whipping in every motion.
> Seeing Twilight within close proximity, you pause for a moment, as do the other two dozen around you.
> Suddenly put on the spot, she stoops a bit closer to the floor, anxiety working on her from the lack of mass social interaction.
> Without batting an eye, you crouch down and offer her an arm, knowing fully well she wants to do this as much as you do, as she fights a harsh battle against her nerves.
> The mob all offers their hoof towards you, much to your amusement.
> Twilight looks at you with pleading eyes, begging for you to have her escape from this frightening scene, her mouth quivering and her legs shaking.
> You lean in as close as you can to her shoulder, your ear right by her mouth.
> “Anon… I… I can’t d-do this…”
> You bring your head back, take her by the hoof, and mouth three words:
> Yes
> You
> Can.
-----
> Back at a table near some fruity drink dispensing bar, Rainbow Dash and the mare she encountered talk over a couple of ice cold apple ciders.
> The mare in question, a mellowed yellow color, gives an enthusiastic smirk, her fiery mane flauntingly moving about with each light turn of her head.
> Rainbow Dash: “So, I never thought I’d meet you here, Spitfire!”
> Spitfire, giving her confident beam at this comment, puts an elbow on the table, resting her head on it.
> “Yeah, well, I was personally asked by Luna to show up here, thanks for my participation in the Wonderbolts.”
> “Man, it must be SO awesome to have the Princess asking you personally to come! I mean, what makes a party without someone like you here?”
> “Yeah, well, that’s all nice and dandy, Rainbow Dash, but sometimes the great life can get boring.”
> Spitfire, taking a sip of her drink, glances over to the dance floor, spotting you out like a firework at a gas station.
> She chose this table specifically because a pillar blocks you from Rainbow Dash’s view, taking her lethargic search to a screaming halt.
> “So, Dash… are you here with any certain pony?”
> Rainbow, mid-swig of her drink, hastily gulps it down, trying to clear her head to answer the question.
> Sadly the beating music is not helping the matter, and with an ounce of concern, she continues the conversation.
> “Yeah, well… sorta. Yeah. Do you know Anon?”
> “Anon? You mean… that human?”
> “Uh… yes. That Anon.”
> “Ah, I see… I’m awfully surprised, considering your taste for pony back in flight school was, how to say… interesting.”
> Rainbow, suddenly wide-eyed, looks at Starfire in utter shock.
> “Y-you know about that…?!”
> “Silly, it’s my job to learn everything about future prospects for the Wonderbolts, dear. Who would I be if I didn’t know as much as I could?”
> Rainbow Dash, baffled by this statement, begins stuttering in an effort to keep talking.
> “W-w-w-wonderbolts? M-me?”
> Starfire gives a very wide grin, seeing how Dashie took the bait- hook, line and sinker.
> “But, of course! Anyone with decent vision and a brain can clearly see that you have the talent and skill to be one of us! I’m surprised you weren’t invited long ago!”
> Rainbow Dash, with her dream getting so elusively closer into her hooves, is beginning to reach a point of excitement like no other, as she swigs the rest of her apple cider.
> “Ohmygosh, ohmygosh! Then you mean…?”
> “Yes, I mean that I’m inviting you personally to try joining the Wonderbolts, effective immediately.”
> Spitfire’s smile, ominous indeed, continues to grow as Rainbow Dash hoof pumps into the air.
> Unknown to Rainbow Dash, Spitfire took the other pegasus’s chance long ago, after making a with Death to have her stardom blossom early, over Dashie’s.
> She motions over to the bartender, and they give a wink to each other. He whips up another batch, and pulls out an ominous looking flask from under the shelf.
> He drops a few clear liquids into Rainbow’s drink, and brings it over the table, handing Dash and Spitfire’s beverage, respectively.
> Spitfire: “Drinks are on me tonight, let’s celebrate!”
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> Twilight, picking up to your movements to the best of her ability, has turned into the cult’s goddess;
> The way she’s flexible with her body mystifies you, as you churn out the dance moves of pure enigma of your own.
> Watching the two of you spin around each other so elegantly, Vinyl feels almost bad for what she’s about to do. Seeing her one true fan working out the rhythm for her music, like the strings of a techno violin, has put a tear to her heart, as she reaches for the big red button on her control panel.
> Before she can even activate it, however, a pony catches her eyes, and she gives a wide grin at the sight of the mare silently making her way to you.
> Chaos can wait, she thought, things are about to heat up even more.
> Before you personally realize it, the group you’ve collected screams to a halt, bowing down in a single column towards someone behind you.
> Both you and Twilight turning around, you half-expected some sort of royalty to appear before you, ready to bow.
> What you find, instead, is the empress of partying, as Pinkie Pie takes a menacing step forward, sunglasses glued to her face.
> It appears your group has now split into two, Pinkie’s loyalist vs. your rebels of awesomeness.
> Pinkie’s bubbly voice can clearly be heard, despite the deafening music letting loose through the hall.
> “Haha, hey! Looks like I found someone who knows how to parrrtaaaay!”
> She swings around in a motion, finishing off with a pose that blows your and every other ponies’ minds, as she begins to work a combo to finish your skills off.
> You’ve waited too long to take the spotlight, and it appears both Twilight and you are not ready to give up the floor just yet.
> The music suddenly changes, and Pinkie gives out a grin as Vinyl’s voice booms throughout the area.
> “This one’s for the party master now making her entrance, give it up for Pinkie Pie~!”
> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sryqaS07WaU
> Pinkie: “Hey, you know what this calls for?!”
> You look at Twilight at the same time she glances at you, and you give Pinkie a confused shrug.
> “A dance-off~!”
> You pull out the box Twilight gave you, and let the infinite fluid pour down your throat, the burning sensation of vodka eradicating what little doubt you had to beat her. After about a cup’s worth enters you, you give a worthy belch, pounding your chest and putting the mysterious container away.
> Oh, sweet Neptune, it’s already working its own magic- LET’S DO THIS!
-----
> Two drinks later, Rainbow Dash and Starfire are letting loose stories of each other’s past experiences of “fun”, laughing at each other’s expense with each tale given.
> “Nyeheha, Gilda was, well… a bit crazy; I mean, a beak? C’mon! How am I supposed to work with that?”
> “I know, right? Sadly it’s a bit hard to have a griffin/pony relationship like that, no matter how hard you try.”
> “Yeah, well, she wasn’t really that cool anyways, she was always so… overbearing, y’know?”
> “Hehe, a lot of folks can be like that, always wanting to know where you are, what you’re doing, every single moment…”
> Rainbow looks away shamefully; quite frankly, she knows that’s how pretty much she’s been with you, despite her good intentions.
> She’s still worried she’ll turn into another Fluttershy.
> “Hey, why the face? You’re going to be training to be a Wonderbolt soon! Rejoice!”
> “Hehe, cheers!”
> Dashie finishes off her fourth glass, as Spitfire gives a wicked grin.
> That’s all she’ll need for tonight, as she watches Dash’s wings very slowly extend.
> “Heya, Dash, mind coming with me to a more… secluded spot? I want to tell you some very important details.”
> “Uh, well… man, it’s getting warm in here, I feel… ehm… I need to find Anon.”
> Spitfire hops from her spot, pointing at the dance floor.
> “If you must know, it looks like he’s getting it on with Pinkie Pie and Twilight, take a look.”
> Rainbow, suddenly serious with this bit of information, sprints over the table, witnessing you partying like the animal you are, exhibiting moves of exotic show with the other two mares.
> Her eyes tear up, as her feelings of loyalty urge her to rush in and yell at you for going without her.
> However, the way you looked at Twilight each time the two of you pulled off a dance move, was enough to put Rainbow in her place.
> “He… he promised he… he likes me… right?”
> “Rainbow, a person like him can say whatever he wants, and it doesn’t mean a thing. I mean, look at him!”
> You’re teaming up with moves with Twilight, sending party blows back at Pinkie as she pulls off stunts that just scream swag.
> Her blood boiling at the sight, Rainbow Dash stomps forward, her wings fully out, when Spitfire stops her.
> “C’mon, I have something a lot better than him to show you, just follow me.”
-----
> Vinyl Scratch, rocking the world below with her might, sees Spitfire and Rainbow exiting the area, and she knows this is the part of the plan where she begins her share of the strategy.
> She mumbles to herself, enjoying the last song she’ll get to enjoy of her own will.
> “I… I never wanted it like this. I just wanted to be free and to show the world my talents…”
> She hears ice chinking against a glass, as the drinker imbibes on the content.
> “It’s a fickle thing, ‘talent’. How easy I can give it to others, and how easily I can take everything away, cretin.”
> Death, sitting far out of view on the platform, is sipping an iced apple tea, glancing at her threateningly.
> “Begin the operation, and do not fail.”
> “Y… yes…”
> A tear drop falls from her face, and she slams her hoof down on the red button.
> “Mares and Stallion, I give to you tonight, the party of your lifetime!”
> Cheers meet her with the music fading away, along with many excited groans at the song ending.
> “Tonight, I will be making a special premiere, just for our party animal, Anon!”
> The pounding of hooves on the ground in applause for the celebration is heard throughout the room, as you attempt to put your exhausted lungs back in order.
> Curious, curious indeed; why would she be making a show for you?
> “And, without further ado, I shall play my own special beat: The Beat of Destruction!”
> Her horn glowing, two VERY bulky double bass speakers lower from the roof, aiming directly at the dance floor.
> You can’t imagine the bass of that magnitude being anything but disastrous, and you quietly agree that the name is pretty fitting.
> “Now, Anon, I shall show you, the TRUE power of music!”
> The true power of… wha?
> The speakers begin to shake violently, charging up energy; you soon realize that the song may be more literal than it sounds, as the crowd eggs the DJ on.
> “Uh, Anon… what are… those…?”
“Twilight, those things aren’t made for music, we need to get out of here!”
> “I’m afraid you’re far too late, Anon…” Vinyl says grimly, removing her tinted goggles and looking intensely. Her eyes… what a beautiful red.
> Vrooom, vrum vrum vumvum wumwubwubWUBWUBWUBWUB-!
“Everyone, CLEAR THE FLOOR!”
> Not even close to escaping, the speakers fire a sound wave of such intensity, the rings emitted crashing into the floor, destroying it in the process.
> Ponies are viciously throw about, crashing into others and hurdling each other out of the way.
> You dodge the wave passively, but the side of it grazes a part of your shoulder.
> The force of the low boom thrusts your body in a thousand different direction for a split second, the intensity bruising your shoulder as capillaries are savagely ripped apart.
> Pinkie, sensing the danger just in time, jumps right through the ring as it carves the floor below her, the force of the sound vibrating through her as she traverses the wave.
> “Wha-wha-whooaoaOOA!”
> Twilight, not nearly as intuitive or keen to dodge in time, takes the blow fully as she’s ferociously driven into a pillar.
> “AhhhhAAHHUGH!”
“Twilight!”
> Sprinting across the destroyed floor, you catch Twilight in your arms before the beaten mare could hit the ground.
> “Anon… what…”
“It looks like she’s learned turn her music into a weapon, and she has her eyes set on us.”
> “I’m… alright… I just need a moment. I actually tried that spell I used on you on myself, we’ll about to see if it works…”
> Turning towards the platform, the famous unicorn stands stoically, her face dark and apathetic.
“Vinyl! You are the icon of hope and liberation of ponies everywhere! Why…
WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!”
> The blow of your words slams into her heart, as she crumples under the knockback.
> Staggering, she gets back into her position of firm resolute, and an angry look is cast over her eyes.
> Is it frustration… or desperation?
> “I…”
“I…?”
> “I am going to KILL YOU!”
> Your testicles seriously drop at these words; why does it seem every other awesome pony wants you dead?
> The speakers charge up again, and you’re faced with a disadvantageous situation.
> Pinkie Pie, seeing that the party’s over, is clearing the ponies away from the reach of the weapon, and calls out for your safety.
> “Anon, you need to get outta of there, before she turns you into cupcakes!”
“I…”
> The speakers, finally charged to their maximum, are now ready to let loose an onslaught of condemning.
> Your mustache, quivering with a life of its own, begins to vibrate as it acts in a divine manner.
> Vinyl, her face writhing into tears and the most sorrowful frown she possesses, looks away.
> “This is goodbye… my friend…”
> The waves fire once more, increasingly more intense, and they zero in onto you, as you hold your ground.
> The taste of alcohol finally evaporating from your body, replaced with adrenaline pumping through your body, causes you to stand firm; Twilight, still in your arm, looks at you with wide eyes.
> “Anon…!”
“I-!”
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> “One of his kidneys, they’re giving out on him!”
> “We need to do an emergency surgery, pronto!”
> “Doctor, the blood transfusions we’ve given him are being rejected in his liver! His own blood is-!”
> “I KNOW! Get more IVs in him, his heart rate is going down fast!”
> “His breathing is turning erratic, what should I do?!”
> “His breathing is FINE, get me those IVs!”
> “Something is happening to his shoulder, it looks like he unconsciously dislocated it; he’s internally bleeding in parts of his left clavicle!”
> “Damn it, Mr. Anonymous, can’t you give me a break!”
> “Doctor!”
> “Get me those fluids, NURSE!”
-----
> Rainbow, her head sunk low and her body trembling with anger, follows Spitfire out to an open bridge, leading off to a tower.
> Dashie: “Where… where are you taking me…?”
> “Aww, you don’t have to sound so upset! Here’s a perfect spot. How are you feeling, right now?”
> Rainbow Dash, angered by your betrayal, can’t help but realize that she’s suddenly more sensitive in… particular places.
> “I feel… weird, like when I’m with Anon…ugh…”
> Turning around to face Rainbow, Spitfire suddenly pounces onto the vibrant mare, the lights from the castle flashing on her as Dash is knocked to her back.
> “Perhaps you feel a bit… aroused?”
> Spitfire pins Rainbow down, running her hoof down to her midriff.
> “W-what, what are you doing, no!”
> Spitfire, seemingly too strong to be stopped, licks Rainbow’s ear, forcing her to exhort a low moan.
> “Give it up; your wings gave you away long ago. That aphrodisiac that’s been plotted into each of those drinks you’ve had was already enough proof on how you’re feeling, anyways.”
> “Urhk!”
> Spitfire’s hoof travels across Rainbow’s excited marehood, damp with musk, and takes a taste of it.
> “Spitfire… please… stop this…”
> “My, you do taste good. I thought you liked this sort of stuff, and I thought you wanted to join us, the Wonderbolts?”
> Rainbow looks away shamefully as Spitfire nibbles on her neck and rubs between her back thighs.
> “That feeling… you can’t escape it, Rainbow. I can help you with it, I’ll take care of that craving you have right now.”
> Moaning louder and louder, Rainbow Dash slowly submits to the pleasure she suddenly desires, the lust within her building into an insatiable ball of longing.
> “Rainbow Dash, know that no matter what, I always want to be with you…”
> “Anon…?”
> Rainbow Dash, remembering these words protruding in the back of her mind, suddenly realizes the wrongs of her actions, and thrusts Spitfire off of her.
> “Rainbow Dash, what-?”
> Dashie, engulfed in a desire that could not be satisfied, erupts into a rage like no other pegasus.
> “I… ugh… I need… it…”
> “What…?”
> “I NEED THE CAPTAIN IN ME!”
> *queue Captain Morgan commercial here*
> Rainbow Dash tackles Spitfire in a fiery wrath, clearing the both of them into the brick floor, and they scuffle in an intense struggle for dominance.
> Suddenly, a flamboyant low boom could be heard from the direction of the party hall.
> Both looking at the direction of the clamor, Rainbow Dash relocates herself from the fight, finding it more conducive to be elsewhere.
> The sexual agony she’s feeling, lighting her flagrant desire, has put her far into the deep end.
> “ANONNNNN!”
> Spitfire, much too slow to take on the rainbow warrior, gives a sigh as Dash launches herself back into the castle.
> “Well, damn, looks like I’m dead…”
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> Dust settling from the second shot, Vinyl squints to make out the results of her action.
> As the smoke clears, you stand, victorious, a barrier of green surrounding you and Twilight.
> Vinyl: “Wha… WHAT?!”
> Pinkie Pie: “Anon, I didn’t know you were a Unicorn!”
> Your mustache, channeling all of Twilight’s magic, is now coursing into your veins.
> Your eyes, burning with a passionate flame, are casted forward at your chivalrously-lacking foe.
> Twilight, shocked at this event, looks up at you.
> “Anon, but… how…?”
“Remember what we’ve talked about before. Can you get on my shoulder?”
> “Y-your, your shoulder?”
“I need you next to me, and you’re too hurt to fight. Preferably the right shoulder, my left is killing me. Hang on tight!”
> Tossing Twilight on your shoulder, you dissipate the barrier, before giving an angry glare at the shocked Vinyl.
“I… I cannot let you DEFEAT ME!”
> Vinyl, taking a step backwards at this turn of trials, doesn’t know what to say.
> “You should have realized that sheer force won’t kill him. You’ll need to activate that beautiful voice of yours; the one I gave in exchange of your will, mind you.”
> Looking back at Death, she grimaces at this point.
> “V-very well, guess I have no choice…”
> “Damn right you don’t; the moment should you fail, your soul is mine for the reaping.”
> Looking down at the dazed group of ponies, she bottles her emotions, and begins an announcement once more.
> “Alright, ponies! Time to play the unicorn song: Song of War; allow me to personally join with myself as the vocals!”
> Wait, what was that?
> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OgkDZ1sXOuk
> As the speakers blare with a voice like no other, the ponies are snared with a singing more powerful than a thousand angels armed to battle, serenading their ears with an entrapping noose, forcing them to act on a will outside of their own.
> “Me wo samasu tachiagare saa~”
> Is she… speaking Japansese?!
> “Furui tatsu kokoro tokihanate~”
> You suddenly feel the urge to destroy the world for Vinyl, and your focus dramatically shifts with lethal intent towards any nearby pony.
> Realizing you’re about to go on a murder spree, you clap your hands together.
“Dispel!”
> Clarity repossesses your mind, forcing you to realize what’s going on, as well as Twilight Sparkle.
> “What’s happening, Anon? I felt the sudden urge to do… horrible things…”
“She’s singing the Song of War; it forces anyone who hears it to begin a streak of passionate obliteration on those nearby!”
> Looking around, you see ponies getting to their feet, their eyes filling with a bright red, and following the persuasion of music.
> Turning towards you, they growl with a righteous anger, ready to end your sad existence.
“Welp, Twilight, it appears every single pony here is ready to take me out, even Pinkie- oh my.”
> Pinkie’s hair is now lying down in a straight manner, as her attitude reverts to her traumatized and terrifying form.
> It appears you’ll be soon duking it out with a few dozen ponies, as well as Pinkamena Diane Pie; what can possibly go wrong?
> “Wrungh, … ARGH!”
> Let’s rephrase that; few dozen ponies, an enraged Pinkamena, and now Princess Luna.
> You totally can’t see how this could end well.
> “ANONNNNN~!!”
> Suddenly, Rainbow Dash, soaring in a passionate frenzy, comes to your rescue.
“Thank goodness, Dashie, things are starting to look-!“
> “GIVE ME YOUR COCK!!”
“WHAT YOU SAY?!”
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 > Bowling over dozens of ponies and taking out a pillar, she charges at you in a sexual indignation that pierces the heavens above with her sheer determination.
> “Anon, she’s gone… she’s gone crazy!”
“What the Dodongo’s Cavern is going on here?”
> Dodging just in time, the crazed pegasus carves a path into the floor as she turns around to make another strike.
> “Anon, I need… it… GIVE IT TO ME…!”
“Can’t you wait until the party’s over! I’m a bit of a pickl-“
> “NO!”
> She charges again, taking out your legs as both you and Twilight crash to the floor.
> Vinyl: “Koe wo age muno wo hare saa~!”
> Death: “Yes… sing… sing with that beautiful voice!”
“AUGH!”
> Trying to get to your feet, Twilight barely holding on, you’re face-to-face with Rainbow, with one of her eyes twitching.
> The ponies are now surrounding you, edging over so closer for your demise.
“Rainbow, what’s wrong with you… you’re acting strange!”
> “I… I crave… I need this!”
“Dashie, I love you!”
> She pauses, along with the rest of the group, much to Vinyl’s surprise.
“You… can’t do this… this is wrong! I can’t fight you, but if you can’t control yourself, I… I…”
> A single tear escapes your eye, as it silently drops to the ground.
> As they revert back to their state, they advance one more step; it appears that only two ponies saw you release the man in your via liquid form; Twilight, and…
> “If y-you can’t treat Anon right, then I sh-shall teach you how!”
> Who was… that?
> A window shatters as a yellow pegasus’s hoof clears through it, knocking ponies out of the way as the dazzling mare makes her entrance to the brawl.
> In all of the time you’ve been in Equestria, you’ve never been this thankful to see Fluttershy make an appearance.
“Fluttershy… oh thank you, thank you, thank you!”
> “A-Anon! You love her, right?”
> You hold your tongue, unsure as to what to say. Rainbow, heaving in a rage, is beside herself in anger from being stopped by Fluttershy, of all ponies.
> “I heard you say it- you love her, and she loves you!”
“You’re… you’re right…”
> “W-well, if you two love each other, she should know what she’s d-doing is clearly wrong!”
> Dressed in her Gala dress, she goes between Rainbow Dash, the crowd, and yourself, stomping her hoof on the battered floor with a force that would keep the Huns at bay.
> “THIS IS WRONG!”
-----
> Vinyl, seeing the admirable foe taking her stand, is unsure what to do.
> She’s already in conflict, as her tears stain her face; closing her eyes in utmost misery, she accepts her fate as she slowly corrupts the crowd again.
> “Sigh… please win, Anon…  wakitatsu yuuki sore ga hokori~!”
> Back in their trance, they charge at Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash taking on her own lead.
> The speakers, exhausted from the effort put into the second shot before, rev up for the final blow, the noise gathering momentum.
> Fluttershy: “Anon, you need to take out those speakers, or the singer! Hurry, p-please!”
“I’m on it- Twilight!”
> “Let’s do this!”
> The floor suddenly giving out from underneath you, the pressure of your will, augmented with Twilight’s magic flowing through you, has caused the stage to be unable to handle your very presence.  
> Flashing forward, you rush towards the speakers, almost ready to launch their phonetic hell.
> Gathering energy at maximum power, you would have had no chance to face its might a third; had it not been for the power of Twilight’s magic,
> Or your glorious mustache, this would have been impossible, and perhaps it still is.
> The Triforce, suddenly glowing on your hand, jolts you and the readers, as you raise both your arms forward to take on the blow of the acoustic infernos.
> Unleashing your intense passion, your hands, glowing with an awesome authority, catches the clout forces, as they attempt to drive you back into a hurdling oblivion.
“TAKE… THIS!”
> Much to its failure, you reflect the wave back at each speaker, destroying it beyond recognition, as explosions just as loud as the bass surge from each contraption.
> With a final swing of your might, you grab the Vinyl’s platform with an aura of vengeance alone, driven by the powers of Twilight’s magic; and with the power of love and mystics, you force it to serrate from the wall, crashing it down to the floor.
> Death: “Well then, guess it’s time for me to leave!”, as he disappears in a flash.
> The machine, along with Vinyl, comes colliding down, as she gives her last words.
> “Thank you… Anon… I never wanted it this way… or perhaps... I did…”
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> As the chaos settles, every musically induced pony sluggishly regains their senses, and several were severely beaten to a pulp by the driven force that is Fluttershy.
> Looking around at the hectic scene before them, they all humbly question what in Nayru’s Love just happened, namely Princess Luna.
> “Wruh… what happened?”
> As everything settles, Twilight hopping off of your shoulder, you find that almost everything has regained its peaceful, albeit party-lacking, state.
“Rest in peace, Vinyl; I did not know why you chose to fight me, but… you shalt be missed by myself, and many others.”
> “Take that, you fucking rapist!”
> You though almost everything was serene, before you find Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash in a passionate but equal struggle.
“Rainbow Dash!”
> They’re sending blows at each other, worthy as the final scenes where Simba faces Scar; they dramatically take shots at each other, as each tries to outdo the other.
> “You can’t… force Anon like that, you’re a bad pony!”
> “Oh yeah? I don’t wanna here that from you, who’s been doing it for months, now!”
> “I’ve ch-changed! I understand what love means now, and if I have to beat it into you, s-so help me!”
> You rush to the scene, every placated pony watching, as you wrench the two mares from swatting at each other.
> Fluttershy:  “Anon…! She’s… she’s b-being a big meanie!”
“I got this Fluttershy, thank you. You’ve done a good job.”
> Wrestling Rainbow Dash to the ground, she roars in anger as Fluttershy blushes wildly at the compliment.
> “GRUARGH! Let me GO!”
> “Oh, you, you don’t mean that…”
“Oh, c’mon! You just saved my ass, at least let me be grateful about it!”
> She gives her embarrassed grin, acting as if she didn’t viciously take on everybody in the room in a manner of skill unlike her.
> “Oh, alright… teehee!”
> Rainbow Dash, thrashing in your arms in an attempt to get at your pants, is now flipping out at the sudden pin down.
> “UGH! Let me at it, Anon, GIVE IT TO ME!”
“LUNA!”
> Luna, who looks like she had a good time in a bar fight, gathers herself and comes forward, ponies bowing as she passes by.
> “What the fuck is going on, Anon?!”
“I’ll explain later, but I need that “super awesome base” place you promised me, right now!”
> Giving a mock salute, Luna trudges her hoof to the ground.
> “Lunar Guard, ASSEMBLE!”
 > Guards coming flocking in, over a hundred of them; minutes late, they surround the remains of the party.
> Why in Mushroom Kingdom couldn’t they come in about fifteen minutes ago?
> “Guards, escort Anon here to ‘the base of awesomeness, room A2’, immediately!”
> Fighting with an enraged Rainbow Dash, drugged with sexual intensity to the point of madness, you follow the guards to the location, leaving the crowd astounded at the disorder left behind, as well as the fascinating scene of you soon leaving.
> Twilight, rushing to your side with a limp, looks up at you.
> “Anon, what can I do?”
“Come with me.”
> The End