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# Pen Pal -Chapter 2-

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1. >The sun shined his happy beams down on you as you walked through the park.
2. >What a beautiful day!
3. >The birds were singing their joyful songs!
4. >Fillies and foals pranced around, playing in delight.
5. >Yes sir, just another wonderful day in Ponyville!
6. >"Hi Anon! What's up?"
7. >Oh look, it's dear little Scootaloo.
8. "Well howdy sport! I'm just enjoying the LOVELY day we're having. How about you."
9. >She gives a frown.
10. >"Oh, you know, just trying to fly. As usual."
11. >Awww, she was up to her usual antics it seemed!
12. "Say, would you like to play a little game with me?"
13. >"Boy WOULD I!"
14. >You pick Scootaloo up in your arms and plop her onto your shoulders.
15. "Prepare for LIFTOFF!"
16. >You bounce around, running through the park with Scootaloo laughing and giggling like mad.
17. >"Look at me Anon! I'm flying!"
18. >She flaps her tiny wings a couple of time while outstretching her front hooves.
19. "Haha, 'atta girl!"
20. >The two of you laugh as you frolic in the warm sunlight, the green of the park's grass shining bright.
21. >The grin on your face is so super SWELL!
22. >Then an envelope smacks into your face.
23. >Anon, are you alright?"
24. >You snatch the letter and give Scootaloo a happy smile.
25. "Well of course I'm alright, champ! After all, it was only a... letter...."
26. >You bring your eyes to the envelope in your hands.
27. >Oh no.
28. >NO.
29. "Quick Scootaloo! Who threw this letter at me?"
30. >"What? I- I don't know! I was too busy playing with you and having fun!"
31. "Drat!... no matter. Everything's going to be A-Ok, sport. Let me just see what this letter says.
32. >You tear open the letter and unfold it.
33. "Ahem. Dear Anon, why haven't you stuck your big wobbly man shaft inside me yet?"
34. >OH GOD WAIT SCOOTALOO IS STILL ON YOUR-
35. >"Whaaaaaaa?"
36. "Scootaloo avert your eyes!"
37. >"MY YOUTH! MY INNOCENCE! IT'S GONE!"
38. >Scootaloo shrieks in horror as she reads the next part of the letter.
39. >Screaming.
40. >"DOES MY DESIRE TO RIDE YOU LIKE DIRTY, DIRTY HUMPBACK WHALE NOT APPEAL TO YOU?! ALL I WANT IS TO FEEL YOU DEEP, DEEP WITHIN ME, SLIPPING AND SLIDING, SLIPPING AND SLI-"
41. >You panic.
42. >You take the letter and shove it in Scootaloo's mouth, and quickly fling into the playground not far from you.
43. >As soon as she lands on the monkey bars, she keeps screaming what the letter says, her fragile filly mind not broken my its contents.
44. >"SLIDING, IN AND OUT LIKE A TRAIN GOING IN A TUNNEL. BUT WITH PEEEENISES."
45. >Every single little foal and filly in that park was scarred that day.
46. >As for you?
47. >You ran back home, and locked the door.
49. One Week Later
51. >Letters.
52. >Dear god, letter everywhere.
53. >No matter where you went, there would be a letter waiting for you.
54. >Going to the spa?
55. >Letter in the sauna.
56. >Visiting the Apples?
57. >Hope you like your pie LETTER flavored.
58. >Maybe you want to read a book at Twilight's library?
59. >Oh, is that the pony version of Moby Dick?
60. >NOPE.
61. >It's a big fucking book of your "Moby Dick" poorly Photoshopped into a vagina.
62. >A horse vagina.
63. >And it's in black and white.
64. >You can't tell who's mare poon it is, and that makes you even more paranoid.
65. >You started to lose the trust of the townsponies around you.
66. >Like when you went to visit Pinkie Pie and buy some cake.
67. >"Oh, hiya Anon! Are you excited for tonight?"
68. "Excited? Why? ARE YOU TRYING TO SEDUCE ME?!"
69. >"What? Seduce you? Teehee, why would I do tha-"
70. "I DON'T FUCK PONIES, PINKIE. YOU'LL NEVER HAVE MY SHAFT. NEVER."
71. >"Anon I don't know what you're talking abou-"
72. "AAAAAGH"
73. >At that point you had grabbed a small cake and just ran from the shop.
74. >Good idea, too. She probably would have raped you.
75. >Or that other time, at Fluttershy's cottage.
76. >"Oh, hello there Anon! You're looking nice today."
77. "Trying to eye me up huh? Well FUCK YOU, that's not gonna work!"
78. >"Wha-... Anon why are you saying suck mean words?"
79. "It's you, isn't it? You just want to harvest my SEED. Yeah! I got that one letter you sent!"
80. >You pull out a letter.
81. "Dear Anon, I WANT YOUR SEED."
82. >You put the letter away.
83. "Well I'm on to you, Flutterslut! You're getting nowhere near my dingle-dangles!"
84. >Fluttershy's eyes begin to shine as she cries in fear and confusion.
85. >"Anon you *cry* you're not making any sense!"
86. "ME NO FUCK PONY. NO PONY FUCK. YOU GOT THAT?!"
87. >You turn around, kicking Angel bunny into a small stream as you sprint away back to your house.
88. >She totally wanted your balls.
89. >But you wouldn't let her HAVE them.
90. >And now, here you sit, curled up on your couch and shivering in your panicked state of mind.
91. "Letters... so many letters... have to hide... no more poon... no like poon..."
92. >The only friend you had at the moment was your fireplace.
93. "Oh fireplace, you'll never betray me.
94. >The warmth of the crackling fire seemed to put you at ease.
95. >You close your eyes, and give a sigh of contentment.
96. >Then, the warmth goes away.
97. >You hear a quick "snuff" sound.
98. >Your eyes crack open, and see that the fire is out.
99. "Wha-... why did it..."
100. >Rumbling.
101. >The floor shakes.
102. >And then...
103. >Letters start to pour madly through the fireplace, flying crazily through the room.
104. >My god.
105. >It was like that scene form Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone.
106. >BUT WITH MARE POON.
107. >You curse the world.
109. ~END~

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>The sun shined his happy beams down on you as you walked through the park. >What a beautiful day! >The birds were singing their joyful songs! >Fillies and foals pranced around, playing in delight. >Yes sir, just another wonderful day in Ponyville! >"Hi Anon! What's up?" >Oh look, it's dear little Scootaloo. "Well howdy sport! I'm just enjoying the LOVELY day we're having. How about you." >She gives a frown. >"Oh, you know, just trying to fly. As usual." >Awww, she was up to her usual antics it seemed! "Say, would you like to play a little game with me?" >"Boy WOULD I!" >You pick Scootaloo up in your arms and plop her onto your shoulders. "Prepare for LIFTOFF!" >You bounce around, running through the park with Scootaloo laughing and giggling like mad. >"Look at me Anon! I'm flying!" >She flaps her tiny wings a couple of time while outstretching her front hooves. "Haha, 'atta girl!" >The two of you laugh as you frolic in the warm sunlight, the green of the park's grass shining bright. >The grin on your face is so super SWELL! >Then an envelope smacks into your face. >Anon, are you alright?" >You snatch the letter and give Scootaloo a happy smile. "Well of course I'm alright, champ! After all, it was only a... letter...." >You bring your eyes to the envelope in your hands. >Oh no. >NO. "Quick Scootaloo! Who threw this letter at me?" >"What? I- I don't know! I was too busy playing with you and having fun!" "Drat!... no matter. Everything's going to be A-Ok, sport. Let me just see what this letter says. >You tear open the letter and unfold it. "Ahem. Dear Anon, why haven't you stuck your big wobbly man shaft inside me yet?" >OH GOD WAIT SCOOTALOO IS STILL ON YOUR- >"Whaaaaaaa?" "Scootaloo avert your eyes!" >"MY YOUTH! MY INNOCENCE! IT'S GONE!" >Scootaloo shrieks in horror as she reads the next part of the letter. >Screaming. >"DOES MY DESIRE TO RIDE YOU LIKE DIRTY, DIRTY HUMPBACK WHALE NOT APPEAL TO YOU?! ALL I WANT IS TO FEEL YOU DEEP, DEEP WITHIN ME, SLIPPING AND SLIDING, SLIPPING AND SLI-" >You panic. >You take the letter and shove it in Scootaloo's mouth, and quickly fling into the playground not far from you. >As soon as she lands on the monkey bars, she keeps screaming what the letter says, her fragile filly mind not broken my its contents. >"SLIDING, IN AND OUT LIKE A TRAIN GOING IN A TUNNEL. BUT WITH PEEEENISES." >Every single little foal and filly in that park was scarred that day. >As for you? >You ran back home, and locked the door. One Week Later >Letters. >Dear god, letter everywhere. >No matter where you went, there would be a letter waiting for you. >Going to the spa? >Letter in the sauna. >Visiting the Apples? >Hope you like your pie LETTER flavored. >Maybe you want to read a book at Twilight's library? >Oh, is that the pony version of Moby Dick? >NOPE. >It's a big fucking book of your "Moby Dick" poorly Photoshopped into a vagina. >A horse vagina. >And it's in black and white. >You can't tell who's mare poon it is, and that makes you even more paranoid. >You started to lose the trust of the townsponies around you. >Like when you went to visit Pinkie Pie and buy some cake. >"Oh, hiya Anon! Are you excited for tonight?" "Excited? Why? ARE YOU TRYING TO SEDUCE ME?!" >"What? Seduce you? Teehee, why would I do tha-" "I DON'T FUCK PONIES, PINKIE. YOU'LL NEVER HAVE MY SHAFT. NEVER." >"Anon I don't know what you're talking abou-" "AAAAAGH" >At that point you had grabbed a small cake and just ran from the shop. >Good idea, too. She probably would have raped you. >Or that other time, at Fluttershy's cottage. >"Oh, hello there Anon! You're looking nice today." "Trying to eye me up huh? Well FUCK YOU, that's not gonna work!" >"Wha-... Anon why are you saying suck mean words?" "It's you, isn't it? You just want to harvest my SEED. Yeah! I got that one letter you sent!" >You pull out a letter. "Dear Anon, I WANT YOUR SEED." >You put the letter away. "Well I'm on to you, Flutterslut! You're getting nowhere near my dingle-dangles!" >Fluttershy's eyes begin to shine as she cries in fear and confusion. >"Anon you *cry* you're not making any sense!" "ME NO FUCK PONY. NO PONY FUCK. YOU GOT THAT?!" >You turn around, kicking Angel bunny into a small stream as you sprint away back to your house. >She totally wanted your balls. >But you wouldn't let her HAVE them. >And now, here you sit, curled up on your couch and shivering in your panicked state of mind. "Letters... so many letters... have to hide... no more poon... no like poon..." >The only friend you had at the moment was your fireplace. "Oh fireplace, you'll never betray me. >The warmth of the crackling fire seemed to put you at ease. >You close your eyes, and give a sigh of contentment. >Then, the warmth goes away. >You hear a quick "snuff" sound. >Your eyes crack open, and see that the fire is out. "Wha-... why did it..." >Rumbling. >The floor shakes. >And then... >Letters start to pour madly through the fireplace, flying crazily through the room. >My god. >It was like that scene form Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone. >BUT WITH MARE POON. >You curse the world. ~END~