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> Unlike in her past life, when Anonfilly wanted something, she was forced to leave the house to get it.
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> There is no Internet in Equestria.
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> No home delivery, or online shopping.
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> Equestria was a proper pre-internet, somewhat industrialized, monarchical, capitalist society.
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> Anonfilly often wondered how Floorb functioned without the basic luxuries of her past life.
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> For all its problems, earth had become much more accommodating for those with social avoidance disorders.
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> On a Friday morning the two received a letter from McHoofies corporate office.
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> An “invitation for opportunity” at McHoofies Manehatten HQ.
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> The letter summoned them both to their downtown office.
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> The McHoofies office seemed like a world away to Anon and Floorb.
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> The company's local headquarters was based in a large, thirty two floor office building north of Manehatten Central Park.
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> In a district with clean streets, heavy hoof traffic.
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> Where ponies dressed in three pieces, arrived to work by carriage and made six figure yearly salaries.
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> Floorb, despite living in Manehatten her entire life. Had never visited this part of the city before.
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> As they walked down the city's gridlike streets she kept her poorly postured head to the ground as Anonfilly scanned addresses.
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> McHoofies HQ was only a mile and a half north of their apartment.
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> But due to their heavy indulgence of McHoofies burmgers over the past month, walking had become exhausting.
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> The two required rests almost as frequently as they needed directions.
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> Asking for directions was painful to Floorb, who hadn't stepped a hoof outside her own neighborhood until today.
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> After many rest stops and unintended detours, the ponies finally arrived at McHoofies HQ.
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> The building tall building of cherry red bricks and pale stone pillars on Princess street east.
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> The two ponies stood just outside the building's rotating glass doors, watching the masses of well dressed, Ill mannered ponies shuffle through the building.
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> Anonfilly wore a poorly fitted tank top and fluffy pink pyjama pants.
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> Floorb wore her McHoofies baseball cap and a tattered grey sweater.
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> The two sideeyed each other.
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> Wordlessly expressing their discomfort in being in the company of so many unfamiliar faces.
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> When the two entered, they were greeted by a large open space.
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> The floor was shimmering, freshly waxed marble.
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> Multiple opulent chandeliers hung from the ceiling.
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> Police ponies patrolled the hall, and were stationed at every doorway.
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> In the center of the room was a circular desk manned by a number of receptionists wearing bright red formal attire.
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> The two approached the desk and asked one of the mares for directions to the McHoofies office.
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> The receptionist groaned, grabbing her keys from the desk and began guiding them across the large hall towards a set of elevators on the far right of the room.
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> “You know.” The receptionist mare said as they walked across the lobby “We’ve been seeing a lot of your types going up to the McHoofies offices recently.”
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> The mare was blonde with a white coat.
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> She spoke with an unidentifiable accent.
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> “We received a letter…To participate in an opportunity.” Floorb explained. “I work at McHoofies as a cook…And my friend here…Well…. She's a long time customer.”
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> “I can tell.” The receptionist replied, eyeing the mares with a tinge of disgust in her eye.
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> The three entered one of the elevators.
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> The machine shuffled under their weight as they entered.
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> “We serve many businesses in this building.” The receptionist explained “Some of the largest financial institutions do their most critical work within these walls.”
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> The elevator creaked as it began its ascent.
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> “But of all the organizations we cater to, McHoofies is the only one that allows its offices to be accessed by members of the general public. Barring job interviews.” The mare snorted “None of our other clients invite random ponies into their workspaces. Especially not through the mail.”
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> The elevator emitted a low groan
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> The receptionist held a cigarette between her lips.
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> Her eyes crusted in red sleeplessness.
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> “I’m personally not a fan of McHoofies “transparency.” Because it’s my job to escort all visitors who enter the building.”
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“Doesn’t that seem a little excessive?” Anonfilly asked
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“Like I said, We cater to very high class clients. Have you ever heard of the fortune 500? We have six businesses in the bottom twenty five who operate out of this building. On any given day here's more bits between these walls than in some countries.” The mare chuckled
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> The elevator dinged as approached the seventeenth floor
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> “All I’m saying is that some of our renters don't like the idea of random ponies off the street wandering around the place. A couple months ago we had an incident with one of you McHoofies ponies. Some cook or cashier or something outta Las Pegasus. The mare, who from my estimate couldn't have been much older than twenty or so was invited to visit the McHoofies offices under the same pretenses as yourself.”
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> The receptionist looked up and thought
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> “Anyways…After about a month of working with McHoofies on whatever it is they do up there, the pony goes crazy! Shirt worn, sunken eyes…..The works! She planted, in the centre of the lobby. An industrial sized barrel of grease!”
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> The receptionist paused, looked around the elevator quizzically
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> “And?” Floorb urged
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> “Well…There's a reason I have to escort every visitor now.” She laughed mervously
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> The elevator stopped and the doors opened into a vestibule.
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> A dull space between spaces painted white and where four lonely folding chairs sat in a row, all slightly askew.
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“Why are you telling us this?” Anonfilly asked
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“No particular reason I guess…Just passing the time.”
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> The mare ejected Anonfilly and Floorb out of the elevator with light flank taps
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> “Toodles, young fillies!” the foreign receptionist sang.
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> Slamming the elevator door shut behind them
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> Anonfilly and Floorb sat beside each other in the seats which faced the elevator doors.
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> “What do you think she meant by all that?” Anonfilly asked
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> “I’m not sure.” Floorb replied, staring at the floor
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> Her voice hollow of any emotion
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> The two sat in silence as a seemingly endless soft rock guitar solo played from the buildings PA system
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> Floorb held the crumpled letter in her hooves as they waited.
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> Anonfilly resided in watching the arrows above the elevator door ding to life every couple seconds.
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> After about ten minutes, a pony emerged from the leftward hallway.
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> A pink mare with circular, thin framed spectacles popped into the room
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> Her mane was thick like cotton candy, and her eyes ocean blue.
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> “Hello!” The cheerful mare sang, shaking Floorb and Anonfilly's hooves.
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> Her belly was tucked and perfect fur glowing.
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> “My name is Pinkie Pie! Head of McHoofies Manehatten!”
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> Anonfilly cocked her head in confusion
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> “Please, follow me to my office!” Pinkie giggled
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> The ponies apprehensively followed the mare through the McHoofies office.
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> The room was large with offices and cubicles as far as the eye could see
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> The mare never took a step, instead. She insisted on hopping everywhere she went.
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“Excuse me.” Anonfilly asked “Did you say your name is Pinkie Pie?”
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> “Yep!”
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“Sorry, but I’m a little confused. Isn’t there another mare who shares your name?…And voice?…And physical appearance?...And is an element of Harmony?
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> “Oh! I get this all the time!” Pinkie snorted “I’m not the LITERAL Pinkie Pie. I’m a reflection!”
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“You're a reflection?” Anonfilly asked
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> “To it simply, I’m a near exact duplication of Pinkie Pie! Created in the mirror pool many years ago. I was sixty-ninth out of the three hundred and thirty-seven Pinkie Pie’s born that day!”
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> Pinkie Pie put her hoof to her bottom lip
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> “I think that all the other Pinkie Pie's are dead now.” Pinkie giggled
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> Anonfilly scratched her mane, more confused than before.
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“How did you become the pony in charge of McHoofies Manehatten?”
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> “It was easy!” Pinkie replied “I love food, and planning! So being in charge of the largest fast food chains in Equestria’s biggest city just came naturally!”
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> The three entered a decently sized office at the end of the room.
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> Pinkie sat behind a large pink desk in a seat that reminded her of the gaming chairs from earth.
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> The office looked like a six year old girls room.
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> Everything from the walls, to the stationary on her desk was pink/white.
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> The fact that even a reflection of a pony better than her had more value and sense of direction than herself made Anonfilly feel worse than usual about her self.
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> “Now, let's begin!” Pinkie started “As manager of McHoofies Manehatten branch I’ve been personally inviting McHoofies most loyal customers and veteran employees to help make the company even better! And after doing a bit of digging into our corporate archives I think you girls have the potential to help the company in a very specific way!”
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> Anonfilly and Floorb eyed each other
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> “In what ways?” Floorb asked
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> Pinkie started to look around the room
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> Her toothy grin shrunk to a flat, uncertain smile.
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> “I guess I should let you two in on a little company secret.” Pinkie sighed
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> “As it turns out, McHoofies isn’t, contrary to our slogan. Not a “Healthy choice for breakfast, lunch and dinner.”
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> Pinkie began to sweat “In fact, our products have been deemed so unhealthy, that Celestia’s health department is considering putting warning labels on ALL our products, not just the Amazing Burmger. The government has even started to blame McHoofies and its competitors for the countries growing obesity epidemic.”
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> Pinkie’s smile turned wide and uncomfortable as she crooked her head
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> The mare wore her guilt behind a slipping mask
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> “What does this have to do with us?” Anonfilly asked
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> “The truth is…We all know McHoofies is an amazing family friendly restaurant. But as it turns out, since the restaurant went national some twenty years ago Equestria has seen a steep rise in health related issues.”
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> Floorb nodded in agreement
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> “Obesity has risen by twenty percent, cardiac related incidents directly related to poor diet have risen by fourteen percent, unstable blood sugar levels by seventeen, and obesity related fatalities by ten percent.”
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> Pinkie Pie poured herself a glass of water from the dispenser on her desk
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> “You see girls…The government wants to start regulating McHoofies. And it’s my superiors' understanding that warning labels are just the beginning…And in an increasingly health conscious Equestria, we can’t afford to handicap ourselves. McHoofies employs two hundred and twenty five thousand ponies across the country. If ponies suddenly stopped buying our products it would spell disaster for the economy.”
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“And what do you want us to do about it?” Anonfilly asked
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> “What we need are positive role models. Ponies of your size to plaster across Equestria as examples of happy and healthy ponies.”
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> “But we aren’t either of those things.” Floor replied, voice tinged with sadness.
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> Pinkie
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> “What we need are ponies willing to sell the idea that not only is being…Your size isn’t just okay, it's sexy!”
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> “I don’t think anypony would find this sexy.” She said, lifting her tummy
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“This doesn't sound ethical.” Anon added "Acceptance is one thing, but using sex to sell burmgers? It seems underhanded.”
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> “Girls!” Pinkie chuckled “You’re missing the point! Haven’t you always wanted to be desired? To have the power to seduce any partner you want?...To be sexually appealing?” Pinkie hummed
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> “Y…Yes.” Floorb blurted
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> “With the money of McHoofies inc. behind you, we can make you the most fuckable ponies in all of Equestria! And the best part is, you won’t have to change a thing about yourself!”
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> “W…What would I have to do?” Floorb asked
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“Floorb!” Anonfilly shot, both surprised and sickened by her friends moral bankruptcy
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> “Just some photoshoots, interviews and your permission for us to use your likeness in any way we see fit.”
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> Floorb looked at the floor
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> “Come on Floorb…I know you want this…Why change yourself when you can change the world?”
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> Floorb nodded in shy agreement
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> “I’ll…I’ll do it.”
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> “What!?” Anonfilly shouted
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> "Excellent!" Pinkie cheered
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“Well I’m not taking part in such a thing!”
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> “Don’t worry, Anonfilly. I have a special program for our most loyal customers. An offer I’m sure you can't resist.”
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