/bootleg/ - TCFBTB - [name pending] by Anonymous


                                            TCFBTB - [name pending]


                                            >You're anon... and you just recently had a big X marked off on your calendar.

                                            >Let me tell you that it sucked, that day specifically had been a thorn in your side.

                                            >Every time that number of that year rolled around you were the butt-end of every joke.

                                            >But this year, this year might have been the worst of them all.

                                            >Yes it was /that/ day again.

                                            >April Fool's

                                            >Ugh.

                                            >Just thinking about it again just brings back bad memories.

                                            >Ever since you were a kid you've been an easy target and

                                            >Memories of bucket after bucket being dropped on your head soaking your head and shirt as you entered into a class room, laughter exploding after building up from silent snickering as you found your seat drenched and dripping.

                                            >Every spitball and whoopie cushion, all the cheap store bought imitation tar paint and the plastic feathers that came along with it.

                                            >It never really changed either, once you grew up the same pranks found you again and again, and some new ones too.

                                            >A classroom or an office. It didn't really make a difference.

                                            >You were just always the butt-monkey of choice.


                                            >Sometime later you found some refuge in a dumb cartoon show, eventually you tried to just stop caring.

                                            >You embraced that shit hard and everything that came with it.

                                            >Maybe people thought you were a push over in real life, and maybe they were right

                                            >But in that space you were an invincible force.

                                            >The world always seemed to find a way to fuck with you on that day, but hey at least you had ponies.

                                            >The colorful coats, the way they smiled and waved their frilly stylish manes.

                                            >

                                            >A bat of their long eyelashes settling on a come hither look.

                                            >A wink

                                            >And that plot.

                                            >Sweet /Celestia/ those plots. It's enough to kill a man.

                                            >The attraction was all too real.

                                            >It wormed its way into your head quite early, and stole you away from everything else.

                                            >You used to be into all kinds of shit, but those days are over now.

                                            >Like a lantern in the fog came on, and suddenly you were drawn to it.

                                            >You could see the truth.

                                            >Everything else faded away leaving only the purity of the four letter word.

                                            >Not just pony, but beyond that, something that you yearned for and never knew you wanted.

                                            >M-a-r-e!

                                            >Who can really blame you? Those beings were perfection, some kind of godly combination of cute and sexy.

                                            >No one could have merely came up with it themselves, some of those you talked to were convinced it had to have been ordained as a vision.

                                            >It was nice to believe.

                                            >You had started to believe it too.


                                            >They had been burned into the dreams of the one everyone called 'Mom' until the day she put it down on paper and history was made.

                                            >The thick thighs of an earth pony, toned muscles of an athlete after a sweat, a bubbly fuzz butt.

                                            >The way that a sun-kissed sun-butt would look in the morning rain.

                                            >Even the more exotic ones like the black bug got a little something out of your dick.

                                            >You loved every last one, it's impossible to pick from any.

                                            >So you decided you wouldn't try.

                                            >You would go for a different plan. To have them all.

                                            >It's what every red-blooded man would do isn't it?

                                            >A harem of voluptuous mares waiting for you. Ah it would be like /heaven/!

                                            >Like flavors of different candies all wrapped up nice and tight.

                                            >Any one you could pick for the day, and anyone you could pick for the night.

                                            >They made everything better...

                                            >or so you thought.

                                            >But.

                                            >Later after private browsing sessions, it came back.

                                            >With the high of living out your fantasies, that old sensation would creep back once the rush passed.

                                            >The same one you've known for basically your whole life.

                                            >Occasionally it would hit you in the middle of the night, or if not then, it would come the very next day after you drifted off to sleep.

                                            >A cool breeze running through your hair, the subtle embrace of soft laughter and prickling sensation on top of grass.

                                            >And then you would be abruptly jerked away by a loud beep and land right back to where you started.

                                            >A shadowed room, only dimly lit by another colorful plastic pony-shaped nightlight in the corner.

                                            >Synthetic sheets, man made.

                                            >Everything around you was fake.

                                            >An empty bed. With no one, and definitely no pony to share it with.

                                            >Life had cruelly made you born a chump faggot on the Earth.

                                            >You were human, and that was it.

                                            >Stranded on this god-forsaken rock that seems to get worse every day.

                                            >Unable to reach that utopia in your dreams, the one you used to see on the screen every day.

                                            >They weren't real to anyone and could never be.

                                            >No matter how much you clung to your pillow-y pony pals.


                                            >You'd spent some of your savings and splurged again.

                                            >Sure, you were more than willing to show your power level to anyone!

                                            >But more often than not, that didn't turn out so hot.

                                            >It's easy to just share your passion with people you never see and might never know, but hard to explain it to someone who doesn't already get it, you know?

                                            >You've screwed your chances a number of times on a potential date.

                                            >And you think you lost some friends over it too.

                                            >It was becoming a problem to everyone around you.

                                            >Maybe it was a problem.

                                            >Maybe you had a problem.

                                            >Maybe you were the problem.

                                            >But...

                                            >That didn't mean you had any intention to stop!

                                            >It's all you have left to turn to in this world for affection.

                                            >There was few things that gave you some security and peace of mind, and this was one of them.