Codename: Glasses Filly


                                            >A bunch of fillies stand in front of a box fort looking nervous and scared.

                                            >One of their own are still in there.

                                            >They barely got out ungay.

                                            >But the ones still in there...

                                            >Poor bastards.

                                            >Not even Twilight will go in there.

                                            >Not that she is scared but because she's too busy with a bottle of scotch.

                                            >Stupid bitch.

                                            >However, another filly rolls up on scene on a big wheel as the others start cordoning off the fort with duct tape.

                                            >She was green just like the rest of you.

                                            >Her mane, black as night.

                                            >Just like (You).

                                            >Her mirrored aviators take in the distressed look of all the other fillies before she hops off and pulls up a small brief case that she was sitting on.

                                            >You amble over to her as she strolls up with the handle of her case in her mouth.

                                            "It was horrible..." you manage out through you waning adrenaline rush.

                                            >She turns her gaze to you but you can't make out what she might be thinking through her shades.

                                            "Somepo-"

                                            >You stop as one of her eyebrows become visible over a lense.

                                            "Sorry."

                                            >She motions for you to get on with it.

                                            "[i]Somebody[/i] was telling another about how much she enjoyed the others company and how they were such good friends. I was just minding my own business but I overheard that and turned to look at who said that. Then... they hugged."

                                            >Your eyes glaze over as you remember.

                                            "Everyone was having such a good time. No one realized what had happened until it was too late."

                                            >You start to shake...

                                            "Then someone screamed. Everyone stopped what they were doing. One of the writefags snapped a pencil. An artfag spilled their juicebox on the thing she was doodling but no one cared. We all realized it at the same time. They were holding hooves."

                                            >Your lips stretch into a snarl.

                                            "The asshole forgot to say no homo!"

                                            >Your little hoof stomps of its own accord in solidarity with your fury.

                                            "I barely got out of there! Almost caught the gay but I was the only one who made out of my group."

                                            >Finally, the filly with the glasses makes a move and spits her brief case to the dirt.

                                            >Its slick black leather finish gleams a bit in the sunlight.

                                            >She looks to you again.

                                            >"Lemme guess: Diaperfag?"

                                            "N-no. Not a pee filly either. The diaper fags are in there with the gay."

                                            >You point at the cardboard fort.

                                            "Having their lower body impeded by padding did them in. Couldn't run as fast as the rest of us. Poor bastards never stood a chance."

                                            >She starts unlatching her briefcase.

                                            "I'm a comfy filly myself. Filly ain't for sexual, you know?"

                                            >You try to say this with a smile but right now your heart just wasn't in it.

                                            >Not with what just happened.

                                            >There's no telling what kind of mega gay could be going on just beyond those hallowed walls.

                                            "What do you got there anyways? How are you gonna get through all the fuc- Whooooa!"

                                            >Sunglasses filly pulls a pair of striped white and green thigh-high socks from the briefcase and starts slipping them onto her hind hooves.

                                            >"Anti-gay socks. The best in the business."

                                            >You take involuntary step backwards.

                                            >The amount of straight you feel radiating from sunglasses filly is more than a little intimidating.

                                            >You almost want to call her Chad but you fight down the urge.

                                            >You don't even get a chance to say anything to her.

                                            >While you were fighting to master yourself she just stood up on all fours and trotted right in to the fort.

                                            >All you could do is stand there with the rest of the onlookers with your mouth agape[s] and try not to look at her ass[/s].

                                            >She didn't even put on all of her socks, leaving two behind in the case.

                                            >If she can break through the gay with only two socks on...

                                            >Your eyes widen.

                                            >Just who is this filly?