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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="All_this_fuckin.27_white.">All this fuckin' white.</span><a href="All_this_fuckin'_white.#/editor/1" title="Edit section: All this fuckin' white." data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Finally we meet in the street, come to my house, have a seat.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blink, and grimace at her rhyming, and smile, saying the first thing to come to mind.</span><br />&quot;Holy shit nigger you are really black.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods her head, and puts on the wisest face she can.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The Night world's mother shall listen to one another.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head, and elect not to continue.</span><br />&quot;What the&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few moments of silence pass as you all figure out what to do next.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight, whom is to your left, breaks the ice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;let's get on, Anon- we've places to be.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand there in the street.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She has golden loops around her neck, adjourned in regalia like the Equestrian Princess of Watermelon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Coming in to spend her welfare check.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel like you're in a racist 40's cartoon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She walks the talk, but does the talk the-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That&quot;s not right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know what you mean.</span><br />&quot;Hey, my nigga, living my life with my finguh at the trugguh.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods you on.</span><br />&quot;what are you in town for?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Through I could go till' I was orange, I do not bend like a door-hinge.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That's vaguer than an Appaloosan cheese sandwich. But I'm impressed at your rhyming capabilities.&quot; you guess.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;she continues- &quot;at when nights fall, only the demons shalt hear the call.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Twilight, the zebra is making me uncomfortable.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;okay, Zecora, we've got to leave.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She just giggles a bit, and you two shuffle passed her and on to sugarcube corner.</span><br /><br />&quot;What was that about?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That was Zecora, the town witch-doctor.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You snicker a bit.</span><br />&quot;Ooga booga booga where the white colts at.&quot;<br />&quot;That was a- a strange encounter.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You probably couldn't understand her. She was speaking Zebran, her native tongue.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You imagine her reaction to you shouting raps at her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Her race's past was sad, they've gone through a lot of cycles of enslavement and conquering.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Building up and being brought down by another stronger force.</span><br />&quot;They wuz kangs an shiet?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah. About that speed.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see Sugarcube corner coming up in the distance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wondering the reach of pinkie's ability, you shout out to her.</span><br />&quot;Cake!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It echo's throughout the buildings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You continue walking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pinkie, whom's to your left, starts on about the new cake recipes she's been coming up with.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then there's the apple reunion that's coming up! I won't even have to bake for that!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Reunion? Sounds interesting.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh! It is! It is! Are you coming?&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;technically, well- not right now, no.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I am!&quot; Pinkie says.</span><br />You enter sugarcube corner, and sit for a moment at the counter.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Coming!&quot; Pinkie shouts from the back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pinkie comes from the back of the kitchen holding a large cake in her mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She places the cake on the table, rings a bell, and a larger build pony comes from the seating area, grabbing the cake, paying, and leaving all in the span of fifteen seconds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So nonny, I heard you met Zecora this morning!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah- and she smelled of cotton and disappointment and spoke like a better version of Lil' Wayne.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'd expect you'd say that. I wouldn't let it get to you. Nopony understands her.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight snorts, saying &quot;You guys are being mean.&quot;</span><br />You turn to Twilight, retorting with &quot;I'm being right, that's what I'm bein'.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shakes her head as you continue with Pinkie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, are you coming to the reunion tonight?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Why am I invited?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Applejack's inviting all of ponyville this time! They're putting some sort of spread out for us.&quot;</span><br />&quot;How white of them. I hope there's deviled eggs.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight chimes in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How about some muffins. That's why we're here.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pinkie looks down on Twilight.</span><br />&quot;I knew that- they're going to be done in a few minutes.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've always been surprised at Pinkie's ability to just do without the world giving a fuck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Must've been given a douse of C H E M I C H A L &quot;X at birth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You snicker to yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sugar, spice! Everything nice!&quot; Pinkie says while throwing a few hot browns on the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile. As you grab the muffin, pay and head out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Enjoy!&quot; she chimes out behind you.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Getting back to your Home, you sit on your couch reading a novel, occasionally getting up for a glass of water in order to get the taste of pinkie's muffin out of your mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It wasn't bad but fuck you it's been in staying around for hours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The Apple Family reunion is tonight, and at the promise of 'ahpuls' you might just go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But with the whole town there, you might enjoy the time alone, hell- you might even go looting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've always wanted spike's crystal bed. Or Derpy's front door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a huff you weigh your options.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've got a wicked idea.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In that moment, your dick grows three sizes. And you up and leave for some supplies.</span><br />&quot;Has anyone seen Anon?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two apples to your right escorting you to the reunion shake their heads In unanimous agreement.</span><br />&quot;Well that sucks.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bet that anon skipped the reunion to steal your couch or something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you pass the apple family's main gate, you notice a stack of boards and some paint.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'About time they fix up the old gate.' you think to yourself as you brush some bangs out of your eyesight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'It's also about time you fix up your mane.'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The ponies begin telling you the attractions they've built around the area.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ahnd over yonder is an apple pie eatin' stand.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh, what's that about.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pauses, thinking for a moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, you go there to eat apple pie.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Ah, good to know.&quot; You reply<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And that's not to be mixed up with the apple eating stand.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The other pony speaks up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You go there to eat apples.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Also not to be mixed with the cider stand over next to the pie eating stand which shares stands with the aaahple buckin' stand and the secondary apple eating stand.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They both look at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There's an overarching theme, I hope you read the pamphlet we sent ya'll.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't remember a pamphlet ever coming to your-</span><br />&quot;Is it apples?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No ma'am! That was last year's theme, this years's a specific apple.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Braeburn?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A particularly gay smelling wind ruffles around your fur.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not a chance!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Is it Golden Delicious?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, silly- it's Road apples!&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;This is some bullshit.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, anon- it's horse-shit.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Same fucking difference!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No it is not!&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm done arguing. You're family's ruined the pie drinkin' stand next to the second apple bobbing stand!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It did take them a few hours of shoveling shit on it to entirely swallow it up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The poor, poor attendant.</span><br />&quot;I'm going to the other stand and have some more damn apples.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Enjoy it while that one's here!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whoever thought it was a good idea to shovel horse shit on each other.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least with all the apples it doesn't smell like the Iowa state fair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;More- More Baltimore after a black man gets shot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, better get on what you came here to do.</span><br />__<br />&quot;I can't believe it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;yeah, me neither.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You levitate some sparkling cider to your mouth.</span><br />&quot;Golden Delicious, I would've never guessed.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I dunno- I think it's impressive to have died under such extravagant circumstances.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Stop it with yer mathematical equations.&quot;�&gt;She mimics the other pony.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Extrabagent Circumstandces this and Eqations that!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Stop it, you two.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She started it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A moment passes and the digression ends and you get back on track.</span><br />&quot;But of all things, a whoring accident.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's one of the leadin' causes of death in the apple family, believe it or not.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's right up there with feces-related-asphyxiation.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Guess he was apple to the core.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take another drink, and place your red cup on the table, empty of applesauce.</span><br />&quot;It's getting dark, I should go.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But, Twilight- the pictures going to be taken in a few minutes, that's when we normally all formally leave.&quot;</span><br />&quot;alright, I'll stay till then.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You crunch on a deviled apple you got from the primary deviled apple eating and applesauce smearing stand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, you see a flash as you realize that the ceremony to leave is over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're going to be rushing out here any moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you're almost done.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just a few of these and a couple of those.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And one nail.</span><br />&quot;Done!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bite out of another deviled apple.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit these things would be perfect if they didn't smell like literal shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What are you done with?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One of the ponies says, looking up with those innocent eyes you've come accustomed seeing.</span><br />&quot;Your new fence.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lean up on the side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But&quot;&quot; one of them trails off, there's a good 100 ponies by you now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There's no gate.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah&quot; how are we supposed to leave if there's no gate?&quot; one of the pegasi says from the back.</span><br />&quot;Well I guess you'll have to figure it out.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk through the crowd, watching the ponies approach the gate, paw at the fence posts with their hooves, sit down- and look out beyond the gate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're not leaving.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is some which-craft.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Some fucking wiz-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, the fence won't open.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, so.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What have you done?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One of the more distressed ponies from the back cries out.</span><br />&quot;Okay! Okay- fine, I'll put the gate back, but you're going to have to do something for me!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What is it!&quot; one of the stallions in the middle shouts.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Planting cotton? Is that it?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I want a full ten acre's of cotton grown and ready for picking.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wahl that'll be easy! We can magic that up in an evening!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They all unanimously shout and run off to do what they thought was another fun activity.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After about an hour, the ponies come running back, you follow them to a ten acre cotton field, booming with white stuff.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;can we go now?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well, now it has to be picked!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright, we can do that!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They all run off.</span><br />&quot;At midnight, nonetheless.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk inside the house.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If they won't leave.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your dick grows even more sizes.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two weeks later, the ponies have become accustomed to their entrapment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The town of ponyville laid stoic and empty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;However, the Anon family cotton plantation was extremely lively.</span><br />&quot;Population? Uh&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You continue to count on your fingers as you write in your diary.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Journal.</span><br />&quot;Seven.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's not right but it'll be believable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look out your window, looking at the ponies with their barf-bags of cotton, picking the field one at a time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At first they tried bucking the cotton, but that didn't work.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then they tried shoveling shit on it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That didn't work either.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So now they're working at it with their mouths.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Progress is slow, but you don't care.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What the fuck did your ancestors do with cotton?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's begun to pile up around the house in small piles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Cotton was a bad idea, but you'll find something to do with it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What the fuck even is this stuff?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pick up the little balls, remembering that you do use them in medicinal applications.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck it, you'll find a purpose.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two days later, you're standing and watching the field.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A yellow pegasus walks up to you while you watch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hel-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You Glare at her as she shuts up.�&quot;That'll be two bags of cotton.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wha-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smack her.</span><br />&quot;To talk to me you must pay the holy fee.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Bu-&quot;</span><br />&quot;THE HOLY FEE!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You overtake her voice like America overtook Russia.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She thinks about saying something, tearing up a bit at the treatment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then she saunters off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Next up is Rainbow dash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know her, you can smell the bitch on her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ano-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;SMACK.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few balls of cotton falls out of her ear as you hit her.</span><br />&quot;For every cunt approached one slap shall be encroached!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But-&quot;</span><br />&quot;Fuck you! More cotton!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She walks back to the field, shuddering at the loss of balance from the slap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're campaign to slap the bitch out of her continues.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Soon, Fluttershy comes back, holding two barf bags of cotton.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pick them out of her mouth, holding them at your sides.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open them, making sure you didn't get shorted.</span><br /><br />&quot;Sure, this looks like cotton.&quot;<br />&quot;But does it taste like cotton?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You put it in your mouth for a moment, savoring the taste.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you pop it out and put it in the bag.</span><br />&quot;Oh yes. This is genuine.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;you close up the bags and put on a warm face.</span><br />&quot;Where the hell did you get two bags of cotton?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I- I picked it sir.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Huh? Would've never expected to find cotton plants around here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's besides the point, isn't it?</span><br />&quot;What did you want?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She begins, stuttering a bit, going cold as she does this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You boop her snoot in an effort to shame.</span><br />&quot;Stuttering! Do the punishment!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She huffs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She begins spinning in a circle while you recite 'Scatmans World'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she gets done, she looks up at you. Finally getting t-</span><br />&quot;No eye contact! Rule seven section eight!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a cry, she gets on her back and pretends she's jogging for exactly three seconds before coming back up and continuing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Master-&quot;</span><br />&quot;Woahwoahwoah- you're not allowed to call me master on Tuesdays or if you're eyes are blue.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But both apply, and in section four-&quot;</span><br />&quot;You're right, it's then a double negative.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the rules apply, you untie and retie your shoes fourteen times before getting back up.</span><br />&quot;Okay, what did you need.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs, blinking three times as to not trigger the shit throwing bonus rule.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I wanted some apples, master.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Don't you ponies eat meat or something?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, master.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have no reason to say no.</span><br />&quot;Okay, sure. But get me one too.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;And with that, she runs off.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Later that day, you think of more creative ways to use all this cotton.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One room is nearly full of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A lucky pony of your choosing gets to sleep in there surrounded by the stuff.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You personally have no idea what to do with them.�&gt;Shuffling out of your chair, you get up and shout for your designated 'listening pony'.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Soon a pony named apple fritter gets up to the door and, making sure she doesn't make eye contact until she's in-doors, take's off her hat, placing it at a thirty degree angle with the rack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's Tuesday, so that means she must lead into the sitting room ass first before sitting in the main room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then sits down, fluttering her ears in accordance of the Twilight act of-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of last week, whichever year that was.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What would you like, sir?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Just, just sit there.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yessir.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin telling tall tales and whatnot to your listener, about how you fished a whale.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Named Moby Dick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or how you once found a large submarine after trying to fish for a large narwhal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Named the Nautilus.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She became quite enthralled, your 'Cliffs of Dover' scheme falling in line.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After you went over your third death, you shuffle her off to whatever ponies do when enslaved.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you stare at the wall before thinking up other ways to fuck with the ponies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're running out of ideas, especially with the cotton.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You remember there's a particularly smart pony in the bunch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh, Twilight's smart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh! Wait! No she isn't, if she was, she would've flown out by now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;These fucking ponies man.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you are running out of areas to pile the cotton on.</span><br />&quot;Fuck it, worth a shot.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You step out your door, looking out over the cotton field where a few ponies picked.</span><br />&quot;Twilight!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;One of the heads moves over to where you're looking, and she takes off flying over the field and coming</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yessir?&quot;</span><br />&quot;What is cotton used for?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She blinks, and looks at you sternly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You don't know what cotton is?&quot;</span><br />&quot;That's about the size of it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You- you really don't?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yep.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh&quot; well.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She closes her eyes for a moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I think it's for fabrics.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Really? Strange.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It might not, but that's what I think it's for.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're really gambling on her word.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But hey- if that doesn't work burning it works too.</span><br />&quot;Okay. I was told you were good with fabrics.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, yes- Darling.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shoot her a look.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What is it-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slam your hand on the table.</span><br />&quot;IS YOUR NAME RARITY!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;&quot; Well- Yes.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your face goes from the fa&quot;ade of anger to surprise.</span><br />&quot;Oh.&quot;<br />&quot;Isn't Rarity the grey one?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pauses for a moment, thinking of what to say.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I uh, I suppose- if you want her to be?&quot; she says, uncertain.</span><br />&quot;Alright, then the grey one is Rarity.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then what's my name then?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rub your chin for a moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look to her ass, seeing the diamonds.</span><br />&quot;You're going to be&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pause.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What the hell was that girls name.</span><br />&quot;Rhianna.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Swallowing her confusion, she continues.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, Doll-&quot;</span><br />&quot;Do you have blue eyes?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yessir.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh, well continue.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Cotton is what we use for fabrics, dear- we spool it then we make dresses.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Interesting. So what do we do with these 'dresses'.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I sell them.&quot;</span><br />&quot;New rule.&quot;<br />&quot;PINKIE!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Give her a moment. She'll be here.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Pinkie's a girl?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wah&quot; if you want her to be dear.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pinkie, Whom is sitting to your left, speaks up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What rule did you want added?&quot;</span><br />&quot;If your name is Rhianna you're not allowed to begin your sentence with 'well'.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes Master!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Except on Tuesdays and the first Thursday of-&quot;<br />&quot;December.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright alright.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Thank you.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit back down, Rhianna looking at you from the other side of the table with puzzled eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't see rule changes that often.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not like they happen to often.</span><br />&quot;Okay, so- this 'weave', how do we achieve this?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I guess you could spool it if you want.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spooling?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't know this fancy fucking shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuckit.</span><br />&quot;I don't spool, I'm too cool for that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;SMACK</span><br />&quot;IS IT FUCKING TUESDAY?!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-Yessir.&quot;</span><br />&quot;AH! Stuttering! Do the punishment!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs in disappointment and begins furiously headbanging on the table while you recite the opening song in 'phantom of the opera' in pig latin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get done and she sits back down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Degected and quiet, she continues.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I could&quot; I could loom the cotton for you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That will be fine. Get started immediately.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sir, what should I make?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Hm&quot; make me a sweater.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But it's seventy out.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Really?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;</span><br />&quot;Do it anyway.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Pinkie, can you call in the nearest Musician Pony up here?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah I can!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She runs out and, in her best jew-mom voice she shouts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And, in a moment, a British smelling pheasant comes through the door, much to your dismay.</span><br />&quot;What do you play- a radio?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ahs If!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh shitfuck she's posh!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ayy Fuck you ya cunt bag hoe smellin' cotton eatin' shit grinnin&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stop listening and turn to your bag you had prepared.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In there was a box of tissues, a pair of scissors, a few cotton balls and a large glove.�&gt;One that's not quite too large for you to not wear, but one that doesn't fit you like a glove.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because you hate that expression.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Posta Poppin' Gum Gugglin' Dough Dealin' Fuck stealin'.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand up, and with two hands, you close her mouth- using the string to tie it shut.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, while she tries with her large hooves to get the string off, you sit down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Massa, why didn't you slap her like you do all the other cunts?&quot;</span><br />&quot;She's British, I'd be helping her get off.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh.&quot;</span><br />&quot;British love getting slapped.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn to her, whom at this point has shut up.</span><br />&quot;Okay. Now sit down.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gets on one of the stools at your table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;she begins cursing through her mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh- you know what this calls for.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;BOOP.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks confused.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;BOOP.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks terrified.�&gt;DOUBLE BOOP</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looked into the boop and the boop booped back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;OVER BOOP, BOOP BONUS ROUND.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;BOOP BOOP BOOP BOOP BOOP</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This goes on for a few minutes before she's finally in tears.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take off the string, and she begins begging for your forgiveness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You must've broken her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Quickly, you turn to Pinkie.</span><br />&quot;This is must be what MrNameless felt like when he broke those poor ponies.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Who would've guessed that all he needed was Boops.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Alright, Apology accepted.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The Brit Finally sobers up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yu elley Meen et!?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes, Yes- now listen to me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab the next item out of your box</span><br />&quot;Now play me and elaborate song with-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place it in front of the brit pony.</span><br />&quot;This.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But- This's just a piece of tissue payper.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gasp</span><br />&quot;OH MY!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You put your hands up to your face.</span><br />&quot;Always have to have it our way? Don't we? Oh boo hoo!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Crying now, she picks up the piece of paper and begins blowing it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a moment of making a horrendous sound. She stops, crying loudly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I can't do it!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand up.</span><br />&quot;Well, I hope you don't have any plans for tonight! Because you're not leaving that spot until I hear a song!&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Land over there, guard.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wordlessly, he begins to descend on ponyville.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The chariot hits the ground, and you look around.</span><br />&quot;Huh, I was expecting something a bit more lively than this.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A tumbleweed rolls by your hoof.</span><br />&quot;Nopony's been here for a while.&quot; You say, while kicking the weed.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk to the fountain, which is still pumping water away.</span><br />&quot;Where are my little ponies?&quot; you say, under your breath.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You better check the castle. They might be throwing a curveball here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The tumbleweed makes you lean otherwise, though.</span><br />___<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There are a couple of ponies out the fence, sir.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Really? What do they want?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They say trading. But I dunno.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trading?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hell Yeah.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab a few bags of cotton and head to the fence.</span><br />___<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open the gates to Twilight's castle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A tumbleweed rolls past you again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This time, from inside the castle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nopony's been here, either.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You need a sky view. Maybe you'll see something there.</span><br /><br />&quot;What do you want?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh! We'll make it short!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We're here for riches!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trade!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head.</span><br />&quot;All I got is this white stuff.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;White stuff.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your dick grows a few sizes, not so many as the other day but enough where you get the idea.</span><br />&quot;This- This white stuff has been blessed by the royal princesses!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;All of them?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What does that do?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Find out.&quot;<br />&quot;First one's free.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You put one in your hand and put it in the claw of the other.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The furry on the other side places it in his mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In a moment, he twitches, and falls over, foaming wildly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see his dick go rock hard, and him start convulsing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He lays there twitching wildly. You stand there wide eyed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We'll take all of it.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Woah- what, holy shit.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? Will that be a problem?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No. Uh- what do you have for trade?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Gold! and jems!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uhh.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, sure.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He snaps his fingers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fantastic! See you later!&quot;</span><br />___<br />&quot;Nothing.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tumbleweeds all throughout town.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What could've come through here?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start getting worried.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This could be horrendous.</span><br />___<br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is bad.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could've burned the cotton.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But this gold&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand looking at a few chords of gold and a pile of gems that would make an Arabian shit his burka.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get to the main cotton field.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pointing to a few ponies standing around.</span><br />&quot;Get that gold to the shed.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk off, watching the boop-broken ponies get to work.</span><br />&quot;What the fuck am I supposed to do with all this gold?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit in your chair, where Octavia is learning to make trumpet noises on the tissue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you shake your head at her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Massa! I'll soon be able to accompany myself!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get upstairs, opening the door to the cotton-room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're assaulted by a bunch of woven sweaters of the same light black color.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After you get the pile off of you, you see rarity on the bed of the room, eyes bloodshot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's sitting there with two crochet needles and a pile of string.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The room is dark, and smelling of apple.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns her head, noticing you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm Making sweaters!&quot;</span><br />&quot;THAT'S SWEET HONEY!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You close the door, turning and leaving.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing much happens for the next few days.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Octavia's finally learned Theremin on the tissue, and the sweaters have become a good export to the diamond dog nation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've started trading for consumables and stuff they offer other than gold.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You still don't know what to do with that shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A couple of ponies had planted some more cotton.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The Slaves' morale is improving since the introduction of potatoes and wheat into their diet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You finish your book entry with a signature, closing the book.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's morning now, and you finish your coffee and oats.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You step out the door, noticing that the ponies have started waking up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The 'THE FLOOR IS LAVA' signs did stop the ponies from walking into the apple orchard but you didn't expect them to start flying in there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But it did solve the issue of housing- they get the pegasi to fly them into the trees, and they sleep there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch the sight of debunking while a pony falls out of a tree.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH OH GOD IT HURTS!&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'VE GOT YOU RARITY!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You run for the grey mare wailing loudly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blow into the apple orchard, grabbing her up and diving back into the main field.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, you start CPR.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She begins breathing again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gets up, thanks her master, and trots off to the cotton-field.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And the facade continues.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After the ponies all waddle off to make you more stuff you won't use you take a walk in the apple orchard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The trees around You are loaded with fruit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fruit that doesn't seem to spoil.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or disappear.</span><br />&quot;Except-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start jogging to a few apple-less trees.</span><br />&quot;What's your excuse?&quot; you say quietly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;CRACK!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear a couple birds flying away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You go towards the sound, through the orchard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, you arrive to an orange pony kicking the trees with her hooves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applefucking. You think it's called.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You approach her, looking at the tired, empty face that adjourns her.</span><br />&quot;Applejack what are you-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ahm Applefuckin!&quot;</span><br />&quot;I see that, but aren't you supposed to be out in the cotton thing?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You point the other way, then to the ground.</span><br />&quot;Also, the grass is lava.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She kicks the tree again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Your sign's don't trick me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Really? Cause' it sure tricked me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see that the apples are placed in buckets around the tree.</span><br />&quot;But, really- did I say to kick these?&quot;<br />&quot;Serious question, Honestly don't remember if I woke up this morning or not.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, no.&quot;�&quot;Then why are you around here?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She trails off.</span><br />&quot;Come-on, spit it out.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Seriously.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay- Okay-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She takes a deep breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If I don't buck atleast thirty trees aday I think my parents are alive.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get the shivers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh and it feeds the ponies as well.&quot;</span><br />&quot;So that's where we get those apples!&quot;<br />&quot;Carry on. Just don't start your sentences with 'well'.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk off. Whistling at the orchard.</span><br /><br />___<br />&quot;Send the scouts sister, travel under the cover of night.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, sister.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna dives off with a few night guards in tow.</span><br />&quot;You, bring the witness.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes ma'am!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shining Armor dives through the front door, in full gear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Have there been any updates?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look down on him with sad eyes, and that's enough to tip him that you still haven't found his sister.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or any of her friends.</span><br />___<br />&quot;SPIKE!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spike comes running from the field, holding a letter.</span><br />&quot;Twilight said you had something for me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, sir!&quot; he thrusts the letter to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab the scroll, undoing the seal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Reading it to yourself, you begin mumbling along.</span><br />&quot;duh duh duh- reply immediatley- duh duh duh-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looks fairly worried.</span><br />&quot;missing person-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Missing Person!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kick him lightly, like you would a dog begging to hard.</span><br />&quot;Shh&quot; duh duh duh- Twilight sparkle&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Duh duh duh</span><br />&quot;Well. I don't think it's nothing to worry about.&quot;<br />&quot;Send Celestia a scroll, tell her that they're all accounted for.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But she isn't&quot;</span><br />&quot;How?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He begins to say something, but switches thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're right.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Alright! Go ahead into the house and chill.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yessir!&quot;</span><br />___<br />&quot;Now what are you on about?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We'd like to come in and join you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at the thirty or so ponies on the other side of the fence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You seem to have it good over there.&quot;</span><br />&quot;So-&quot;<br />&quot;You'd like to become my slaves.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Slaves?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Those slaves seem mighty bright.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look over your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At this point, they've started singing Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody.</span><br />&quot;That's their, eager chant.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;One of them removes their hat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sir, I'm going to level with you- we've had a hard life, and we think your plantation has the life we'd rather have.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We work hard, sir. We'd be proud to call you master.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But it's Saturday.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh, wait a minute.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's Saturday.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The ponies shouldn't be working.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Huh.</span><br />&quot;Fuck off we're full.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But we'd work hard!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Harder than the rest!&quot;</span><br />&quot;I don't want to open the fence.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He pauses for a moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;you don't have to- we'll just climb it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taken aback by the statement, you stamper out</span><br />&quot;Welcome to the team. Today is Saturday, you do not have to work on Saturday.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;And, shocked by the ponies intelligence, you walk back to the house, silent.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit at the table, shortly after giving Rhianna and Octavia their Oats.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spike's sitting in the main room on the couch looking through a few novels.</span><br />&quot;Pinkie can you brink some pony else in here?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Soon a pony comes to the window of the door, tapping on the oak lightly.</span><br />&quot;Pinkie said you wanted me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get up, walking to the glass.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look through the door.</span><br />&quot;OH MY GOD I'M HIDEOUS!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start laughing.</span><br />&quot;Just kidding, it's just you!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The pony on the other side isn't very amused.</span><br />&quot;Alright, you can come in.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She opens the door, quickly sitting down, away from Octavia, whom is practicing her electric triangle skills on the tissue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What did you need Master?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I've always wanted a forge.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Huh?&quot;</span><br />&quot;But I digress.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm concerned with your well being, whathername.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm Rainbow Dash, mast-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You Bitch slap her.</span><br />&quot;Sorry. You know the rule.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes master.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Anyway, Ms. Rainbow, I'm extremely concerned with your well being.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How is that, Master?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lean in closer.</span><br /><br />&quot;It's your shadow.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Huh?&quot;</span><br />&quot;You're shadow has been possessed recently.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes widen greatly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It has?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes ma'am it has.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What does this mean?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lean in, grabbing her hoof.</span><br />&quot;I've seen your shadow trying to kill you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She begins tearing up, darting between you and her shadow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That shadow?&quot;</span><br />&quot;It's evil, Rainbow.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She begins panicking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What do I do!&quot;</span><br />&quot;My poor slave. Run! Run like you've never ran before!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;OH SWEET CELESTIA!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gets up, bolting out the door, running around the farm.</span><br />____<br />&quot;Twilight! You're smart, I need your help!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes Master! What do you need of me!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Okay, come with me. Thank you for your help with this!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's my pleasure!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In a few minutes, you walk from the cotton field to the house.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lay a piece of paper in front of Twilight with the problem.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Under her breath, she reads &quot;If you chose an answer to this question at random, what is your chance you'd be correct?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A, 25%&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;B, 50%&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;C, 60%&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;D&quot; 25%&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh no.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She swallows.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get up and walk off.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your ears perk up.</span><br />&quot;Somepony over in ponyville just called for me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What do you mean, large white sun-queen.&quot;</span><br />&quot;It sounded like rainbow dash.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They must be at the orchard! This makes me moister than an-&quot;</span><br />&quot;Don't finish that sentence, witness.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes my princess, sweet sun bless.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seriously her dialect is horrifying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What does sweet sun bless even-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oyster.&quot;</span><br />&quot;SON OF A!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You come down off your throne.</span><br />&quot;Zecora, I believe I've found the ponies we're looking for. You may go home now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh I hope you find our friends, until we meet again!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Angrily, a few guards shuffle her off.</span><br />&quot;Shining, get the guard.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Where do we go my princess?&quot;</span><br />&quot;To war.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pause.</span><br />&quot;Also to Sweet Apple Acres.&quot;<br />___<br />&quot;Is that forge done yet?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nope.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well, how long do you think it's going to be?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The not-red apple horse to your right begins off saying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'd give it a day. We need coal master- apple wood doesn't burn as hot as coal does.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Eeyup.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Alright, I'll see what I can do.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thankya Master.&quot;</span><br />___<br />&quot;What are you doing around here! Diamond dogs aren't allowed in city limits!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They- They aren't?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The other one interrupts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;My princess there hasn't been a city here for weeks, a month even!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They've broken no laws.</span><br />&quot;Alright, fine. But stay away from the main city!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank you My princess!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The diamond dogs, then dig a hole and bury themselves.</span><br />___<br />&quot;What's the guard doing way out here?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They're coming for the farm!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The other one nods it's head furiously.</span><br />&quot;Well, that's an issue.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Here- Here's the coal you needed!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bring up a few bags of coal, throwing them over the fence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After they're done, you've about 200 pounds of the stuff.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack, the apple pony from earlier states &quot;Eyahp! That'll do it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She Picks up the sacks, bringing them to the new forge.</span><br />&quot;How long do you think we have?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They were just scouting then!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'd give you two days before the guard get here!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;One more to make the siege machines!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Siege machines?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, yes! They have to make them, I mean- in order to get over this fence!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laugh a little.</span><br />&quot;Alright. I think that's enough.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;One of them goes wide eyed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They might be watching us right now!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Then leave, stay underground.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And with that, they dive underground, tunneling away.</span><br />___<br />&quot;Twilight, it's a paradox.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks back at you.</span><br />&quot;It's unanswerable.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It- It is!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes. Now I need you to build defences.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She starts crying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a bit of scritch therapy she stops.</span><br />&quot;Okay, now I need you to build defences to hold off an army of guards.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wha- why is that?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Because they want our cotton.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Huh! That's horrible! We've worked so hard on what we've done!&quot;</span><br />&quot;I know, I know.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Celestia wouldn't do such a thing!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh yes she would, why do you think she taxes us?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Taxed? Celestia doesn't tax the populus.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well.</span><br />&quot;Well There goes my income tax evasion scheme.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;huh?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Nevermind, just please help your master.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She thinks for a moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;al- alright, I'll help.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gets up, walking out the door.</span><br />&quot;Wait, Twilight.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns, showing a dejected face at you.</span><br />&quot;You stuttered.&quot;<br />___<br />&quot;Rhian-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at the slouched over pony, making sweaters without even looking anymore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The room is dimly lit, and smells of cotton.</span><br />&quot;Rarity&quot; You've done what you need.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She puts down the crochet needles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I have?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her bloodshot eyes dig into your soul before she realizes-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I have!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She dives on you, tired and torn.</span><br />&quot;You've made plenty of sweaters!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She begins to cry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I can't believe I have! I have!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She begins kissing you on your face multiple times.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't smell, rather she smells of cotton.</span><br />&quot;You may rest for <span class="nu0">12</span> hours but I need you to make me something else.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She deflates a little.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Quietly, she says &quot;What- what do I have to make?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I need a suit of armour.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Huh? But I'm not a blacksmith darling.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You don't need to be a blacksmith, you need to be a goldsmith.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Goldsmith!&quot;</span><br />&quot;And a jeweler, yeah- all we've got is Gold and jewels to make the armour.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She brightens up, tearing up in joy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why didn't you say so darling!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I- I won't let you down!&quot;</span><br /><br /><br />&quot;Rainbow! I've banished the spirit from your shadow!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops dead, looking at you brightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You did!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She approaches you quickly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sweaty rainbow dash hugs your legs quickly, panting and soaking your pants.</span><br />&quot;Now that you're free-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't break her hug.</span><br />&quot;I need you to head the guard now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then she breaks her hug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Head them!? Like- Like spitfire and the Wonderbolts!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pet her on the head.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, sure! But take a bath first.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Beaming, she shouts-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I won't let you down!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, she runs to the house for a bath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you look over yourself now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smell like horse, and are soaked like one too.</span><br />&quot;Ah shit, I need a change of clothes now.&quot;<br />___<br />&quot;Octavia, with your capabilities on the tissue honed, I need your musical efforts.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She puts down the last tissue she has.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You do!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes! Yes- We will need battle music! lest they come through the fence.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And of all tissue players! You chose me!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do you jest!? Is this some sort of joke?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No, there isn't a tissue player that's as talented as you, I need you- Octavia.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank you!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You notice that her box is getting low again.</span><br />&quot;You may leave this spot now, grab a new box on your way out.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;And, in 'Charlie's Grampa's' fashion, she gets out of the chair, shouting-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I CAN WALK! I CAN WALK!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pet her on the head as well.</span><br />&quot;Congrats! Now get on you scamp!&quot;<br />___<br />&quot;What the hell are these?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pillows!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But&quot;</span><br />&quot;For what purpose!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Because we didn't have pies!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A large stallion next to Twilight speaks up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pillows were implemented extensively during the Trotting ham endeavor. Trust me these things drop ponies better than magic.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What are they going to do&quot; suffocate them?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Actually&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That might work.</span><br />&quot;I'm-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br />&quot;I'm going to trust you on this one.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking ponies man.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look over their shoulders.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a pony running from the front fence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Master! Celestia wants to talk to you!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh boy.</span><br />&quot;You all stay here.&quot;<br /><br />___<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sister that man has a tongue of a snake.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That's no matter.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not even Discord would make an appearance! He was afraid! Discord, afraid!&quot;</span><br />&quot;That's no matter either.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh, seeing the man come from the farm.</span><br />&quot;Deep breaths. Here we go.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I do not recommend we talk this out. Sister.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;He's gone from nothing to this!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She speeds up pace when she sees anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Please, cut our ties with this human, let us take it-&quot;</span><br />&quot;Silence!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I shall wait with the army.&quot;</span><br />___<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh, there they are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Funny- that's where the diamond dogs stand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You brought a lot of gold over that fence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like, Lord of the Rings Dwarves levels of-</span><br />&quot;Oh shit my shirts inside out.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stopping, you pull off your shirt, flipping it around to it's proper place, and putting it back on.</span><br />&quot;Good save, anon.&quot;<br />___<br />&quot;Please, anon- let the town go. They've done nothing to harm you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The farm lay silent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't know where he's keeping them but they have to be here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least Rainbow dash should be here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What if you were wrong.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What if you've failed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turning back isn't a bad idea at this point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All your insecurities pass through you all at once as you stare into his deep, soulless, old and pained eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The last time you felt that was a thousand years ago.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you gazed into the eyes of-</span><br />&quot;Sombra.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;huh?&quot;</span><br />&quot;This conversation is over.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, you fly away.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How does that fit, darling?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well enough.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She moves behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Coming up!&quot;</span><br />&quot;YIKES!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry darling.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You jump around a bit.</span><br />&quot;That actually fits really well.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a couple minutes of this your golden suit in on.</span><br />&quot;This shit's heavy.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well it's gold darling.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh, yeah you're right.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another pony comes up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're weapon master!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You eye the weapon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A brash long thin short blade, made of shiny gold with gems for strength.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And a sheath to keep it safe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is the first weapon &quot;you see ponies make that could actually kill.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You loop it around your belt, and put your large cotton cape on your back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then they bring a large eight foot spear, made of wood at the base with a gemmed head and gold engravings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grasp it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They did make a shield, thank god.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You remember that one arms video that stated that plate armour was the replacement for the shield.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But damnit dark souls says block.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear large &quot;POOMFS&quot; over the hill as the pillow artillery has begun.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Followed by shrieks, and cries of 'YOU'RE NOT INVITED TO MY BIRTHDAY!'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And stuff like 'GO RIDE A FAST ROLLERCOASTER!'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cluckle a bit as you walk on to the chaos.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The ponies make a line on both sides of the walkway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One of the siege machines has finally been able to get over</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;None of the ponies have been able to get in, thanks to the cotton shelling.</span><br />&quot;Huh, guess they were right.&quot; You say, as you see more guardsmen trip and fall.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand spear in hand as pony after pony fell, and ran off to their mommies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;MOMMY!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What a bunch of normies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dude, same.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh, hey pinkie.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey nonny.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ending her sentences with a period. Definitely not the sign of a good time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shining's going to be in here. I know he doesn't buckle to such traumas.&quot;</span><br />&quot;And the princesses?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They're smart enough to magic them away.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But they don't know how to climb fences or swim. That's strange in equestrian culture.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Strange.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah. That's how it goes- hey- I better get back in line, shining's almost over.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;YOU GIVE ME MY SISTER BACK!&quot;</span><br />&quot;You're a big stallion!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;FOR TWILY!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;HELL YEAH I AM!&quot;�&gt;&quot;GET ME MY TWILY!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You almost thought he'd say it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh well. Let's get on.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You approach him calmly, spear poised.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He approaches you quickly, sword poised.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He slashes for your neck, but is quickly deflected when you lock your shoulder with your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you bring up your shield for a second deflection, bringing the large spear down on him, deflecting off his chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After that he dives left, sliding in the dirt for a side shot at your chainmail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You extend your arm, swinging your shield around and knocking his sword away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a counter you bring your spear over simultaneously, earning a parry from his blade.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But it's not heavy enough, and you bring your spear's other end around, catching him in stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At that point you kick him with your enchanted boots.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least, you think they're enchanted- this armour is too good for being gold.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The kick lands hard, but he recuperates quickly, going for a flurry of blows that were deflected off of your armour and shield.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He stands there panting, his blade not even piercing the gold chain that's supposed to be the weak spot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which meant.</span><br />&quot;Wait a fucking second.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start walking towards him, dropping your shield and taking a bunch of weak hits to weak areas of yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;None not even piercing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab him. And.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;SLAP</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rear back again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;BACK HAND</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He begins growling.�&gt;SLAP DOUBLE DOUBLE</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He starts spitting and swearing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;OVER SLAP</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I WILL NOT-&quot;</span><br />&quot;SLAP BONUS ROUND!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;BUCKLE!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All the ponies gather around him, using their hooves to slap him in random areas.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get up, gathering your shield as shining is left a bruised and crying mess.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You come over the siege machine, Little sister in tow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;both are in your royal armour.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're stoic, serious, every shred of kindness thrown aside as you saw those eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sombra's eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He needs to die.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But how?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This doesn't matter. It time for death.</span><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RKmw9oS__MM<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cannot condemn this treatment of your little ponies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sister who's playing that arrangement?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look around, hearing the pounding orchestra roar through the hills.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All you see are a bunch of ponies in a line and one blowing their nose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or, you think they're blowing their nose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you see him.</span><br />&quot;THERE!&quot;<br />___<br />&quot;There? Who, me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn to the princesses, then back to Octavia.</span><br />&quot;Just like that, Octavia, that's plenty elaborate.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sombra!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn to the gold armoured celestia with her large sword.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And Luna with her edgy Scythe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I am sorry Sombra! But you have to die!&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;So much for laying it on slowl-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;CLANK!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It begins with your shield taking the brunt of celestia's buster sword, you sliding back a bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't take that buster sword with your shield.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looks like we're going Dark Souls.</span><br />&quot;<span class="co4">&gt;Her sword comes down, but you roll to your left, coming into a thrust with your spear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But the spear is blindsided by Luna's scythe, cutting it in half.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You throw the other half at Luna, giving her a thing to worry about long enough for you to draw your longsword.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia gets out of your way and Luna goes airborne for a swift downswing from her weapon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll again, this time to your right, and you sense celestia behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you eagerly roll forward, getting out of the way of a beheading chop from her buster sword.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After that you jab upwards at the oncoming Luna, causing her to fly even higher, and losing control of her Scythe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cut the blade off of that, not knowing what that might entail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another buster sword hit catches you in the breastplate, knocking you over but doing no harm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll, bringing your shield up, catching a large strike, and as a reposte you bring your blade up, cutting the hair of Celestia.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It goes limp and she goes sweaty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna comes back around with a morning star, which must be her secondary weapo-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bring your blade through the chain, braking the chain and your blade simultaneously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're left with a small dagger, and you simply opt to throw it aside.</span><br />&quot;Now for the secret weapon!&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The Princesses back up a few steps, studying what you're going to do before opting to not let you get on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They dive, weapons flailing as you bring out a cotton and gold 'Foam' finger.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You dive for a jab, deflecting the buster and making celestia fall back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna tries using magic, but your armour stops that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your attack doesn't land.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna tackles you from behind and you turn by reflex.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and in that moment Celestia's blade strikes you like a train.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You go flying, landing against an apple tree.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia and luna come walking towards you, readying them for the final blow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look up at them through your offset helmet, your armour taking the hit but the wind being knocked out of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Any last words, Sombra?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah. I got one.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Speak. Before you're destroyed.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cough loudly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bring your finger up, quickly tapping both the Princesses' snoots.</span><br />&quot;Boop.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The buster sword drops as the princesses go rigid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They fall over, twitching wildly, as you smile through your helmet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You simply sit there while your slaves run up, peeling your armour off of you and bringing you in the house for repairs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia and Luna are put in gold chains 50 cent style and brought to the house where they're placed in the main room, next to spike, whom begins reading them your erotic novels.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shining, as you were told, sprinted off at the eve of becoming a slave.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think, as they say this 'it's almost like&quot;'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cough as they patch you up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'ach, never-mind.'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And as they fret over your well being, you pass out.</span></div></div>




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