Title: Formation Alpha Dirge Waltz Anniversary: 2nd Sigma Relapse Author: Slasher_Science Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/yy9Rajhh First Edit: Friday 14th of June 2013 02:44:44 PM CDT Last Edit: Friday 14th of June 2013 02:44:44 PM CDT >You are Anon. >You have a stable job. >Not a job working with horse crap, but an actual nine to five job in an office. >The company is /Country Farm Insurance/ and is heavily biased against any involvement with the pony Ditzy Hooves. >You have a comfy cubicle and work hard to be completely average so as to stay under the radar. >But it's becoming hard. >There's a new employee three cubicles down. >Fucking Fluttershy. >You know she only got a job here so she could molest you. >Doing that shit at work will get you fired and anyone who does it is the problem with /CFI/. >You have just finished another TPS report and are about to go borrow Cherry Berry's stapler, when that cunt Fluttershy walks into your cubicle. >She's wearing an awful green turtleneck with a cat on it and has her mane done up in a ridiculous bun. >"Hey Anon, just finished your TPS r-report?" >You straighten the papers and narrow your eyes at her. Yeah. I did. >Fluttershy sighs and offers you a cup of coffee. >You're pretty sure that's not sugar around the rim. >"Don't you just l-love casual Fridays?" >Ignoring her coffee, you get up and straighten your loose tie. Fluttershy, It's not Friday. And we don't DO casual Fridays anyway. It's Tuesday. Nothing good ever happens on Tuesday. >As you say this, your boss walks up. >Great, you hate this guy. >"Hey Anon, yeeeeeah, there's been some complaints about the cover sheets on your TPS reports..." >You hold your report out. >It has a boring looking cover sheet clearly on it. What's wrong with my cover sheets? >He sips from his mug, "yeeeah... You haven't been typing with the standard, Comic Sans." >You stare. Wait, you WANT me to use Comic Sans on a report? >He pats your arm and walks past you, "atta boy, you'll get it one of these days." >Fluttershy waves at him and he stops. >"Fluttershy I must say that is a wonderful turtleneck. We might just have to start casual Tuesdays..." >You bang your head against your cubicle.     Cherry, let me get your stapler for this TPS report. >The mare looks up from her desk and begins mumbling. >"It's my stapler... They always borrow my stapler and never return it. When I moved, I kept my stapler and if they take it again I'll set the building on fire..." Sounds great Cherry. >You snatch the stapler and officially finish your report. >Now it's time to go take care of some personal business... >You walk to the front of the office, fixing your hair as you go. >That Cherry Berry was a pretty odd pony. >She would probably be the one to do something drastic at work. >You don't know what, but she'd be the prime suspect. >Forgetting about all that, you approach the secretary's desk. >You lean up against it all cool and smile. Hey Roseluck, what's shakin' today? >The flower pony giggles, "hey Anon, did you have fun at the bar last night? I heard you and Rainbow Dash were pretty wild." >You flex a little and shrug. I like to make things exciting. >This pony totally wanted your dick in or around her lips. >And you wanted to snuggle the shit out of her. >She smelled so damn good and was always flirting with you. Hey listen, you wanna maybe go out to- >A feeling on your butt makes you stop. >You turn and free yourself from Fluttershy's nose buried in your crack. What the hell Fluttershy?! >Roseluck laughs, "ooooh an office relationship?" >You turn and wave your hands, No no! She's just a friend! >Roseluck winks and pokes out her tongue a little, "just teasing, I know." >This boner could pierce the heavens.     >After almost getting cock blocked by Flutterbutt, you go and get yourself some coffee. >On the way you see Flitter struggling once again with the printer. >"Why does it say paper jam when there is no paper jam?! I swear, one of these days I'm going to kick this thing out of the window!" You and me both. >In the break room you see there's no one there and coffee is made. Suhweet. >You make a cup and head back to your cubicle. >Flitter has unplugged the printer and is carrying it away with two other ponies, one holding a baseball bat. Where you guys going? >"To a field," Flitter grunts. >You get to your cubicle, ready to dick around playing mine sweeper for an hour or so. >But the site of your workspace makes your drop your cup of coffee. What the fuuu... >Fluttershy is in your chair, on your computer looking at pictures of cartoon kittens. Fluttershy NO! >It's all pictures of little cartoon kittens showing off their asses and pussies. >Some even have huge dicks and tits. >Octavia pokes her head over your cubicle, "oh wow, you like My Tiny Kitty? That's cool... IS THAT A-" >You cover her mouth. SHH SHH SHHHH! FLUTTERSHY TURN IT OFF! >Of course your boss walks in at that exact moment. >He looks at the picture of two male kittens with huge dicks fucking and a caption reading: 'follow me to the gay litter box'. >"Yeeeeah.... Anon you're fired." >Two days later the whole company is destroyed in a massive fire. >Now you're jobless all because of >Fucking Fluttershy.