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>Be Anon
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>You’re tired as hell from working Sweet Apple Acres and can’t wait to pass out on your bed.
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>You reach to open your front door, when you hear something peculiar.
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>It sounds like...squeaking?
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>To be fair, you were having a bit of a mice problem.
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>You we’re going to do some amateur pest control until Fluttershy caught the faintest scent of your bloodlust.
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>Though, this squeaking sounds different.
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>It sounds artificial.
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>You open the door, the sound becoming much more clear.
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>Definitely squeaking.
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>Slow too.
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>Almost like someone was taking long, hard strokes.
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>You take a single step.
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>The squeaking stops.
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>You wait.
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>...
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>Silence.
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>Then, the squeaking comes back, a little faster than before.
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>You exhale, already tired of whatever horsefuckery you’re inevitably going to find.
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>You inch towards your bedroom door, where the sounds appear to be emanating from.
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>As you get closer, you hear panting and moaning.
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>You roll your eyes.
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>It’s probably Fluttershy again, doing horrible, unspeakable evils to a poor mouse.
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>You’ve done this song and dance before, so you waste no time.
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>You open the door unceremoniously.
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>You stare.
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>Pinkie Pie sits atop your bed with a head-sized, green balloon with a question mark written in marker.
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>Between her legs.
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>She looks up at you, her face flushed from embarrassment and exhaustion.
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>”O-okay, I know what it looks like and...”
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>She hesitates, looking around the room, possibly for an escape.
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>Her head limply falls, her hair deflating just a little.
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>”...It’s exactly what it looks like.”
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>You stare at the pony for a moment.
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>You suck your teeth.
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“Fucking looners.”
by DatZigga
by DatZigga