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//Author's note: for thread 37289365, written 7/24/22
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>Careful now.
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>In through the nose, out through the mouth.
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>Lower.
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>lower.
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>release.
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>And perfect, yet again.
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>You raise your eyebrows and the sides of your mouth at rainbow dash.
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>She mirrors your smug mug while nodding back at you.
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>You watch as she draws a card from her half of the deck.
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>The last one.
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>If she messed this up, you were going to go into a rage and bite off her clitoris.
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>If she didn't mess this up, maybe you would finally work up the courage to ask about participating in consensual clitoral nibbles.
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>Or hey, maybe bites, you don't judge.
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>Dash is sweatin' as she positions the final card.
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>She places it just as perfectly as you did the last.
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>In the middle of the table lies the 52 card pile you just created.
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>What a wonderful afternoon spent playing single stack shuffle tower.
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"Wanna go again?"
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>"Yeah, sure."
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>You grab the deck and split it in half, something that would take longer without your dexterous human fingers.
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/knock knock/
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>You hand half to dash.
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/knock/
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>Instead of placing the first card, she speaks and throws a glance at the door.
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>"Aren't you gonna get that?"
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"I guess."
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>You go over to the door and open it.
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>Fluttershy is sat on your doorstep.
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"Yes? What is it?"
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>"Oh, hi, can I come in? It's just that-"
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>"No."
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>You shut the door and walk back to dash.
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>"Was that Fluttershy?"
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"Yeah. She was just saying hi, or something like that."
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>Dash places the first card.
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>The tension in this game only gets high in the mid and end-game.
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>Honestly, the early game is kind of easy.
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/knock knock/
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>You place the second on top.
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/knock knock/
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>You knew dash would pressure you to if you didn't answer, so you go over and open the door.
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>Fluttershy isn't looking you in the eye, and paws the ground with one hoof as she begins speaking.
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>She looks sad.
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>"It's just that, if you and rainbow dash are playing games, I thought that maybe I could play too."
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"Dude, sorry, but it's a two player game and it's going to be hours before we finish this round. Come back the next time we play and I'll think about it."
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>You shut the door on the bothersome pony and walk back to Dash.
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>"What did she want?"
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"She wanted to play with us."
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>"Haha, can you imagine? Single stack shuffle tower with three people? Pfffft"
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>You get a few more cards in before the knocking occurs again.
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"God damnit."
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>Way to interrupt the zen flow, fluttertard.
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>Once again you open the door.
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>Fluttershy looks up at you, one eye obscured through her hair.
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>"Can I watch?
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>You don't see a problem with that.
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"Whatever fag, just be quiet."
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>She trots in after you and sits perpendicular to you and dash.
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>Ten minutes pass.
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>"Anon? What's the point of this game?"
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>You glare at the yellow pony.
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>"Are you stupid? You put the cards on top of each other. It's a single stack card tower. A single stack of cards in a tower, fluttershy, you fucking moron of a pony. A fucking single stack tower made of cards it's not hard to understand shit for brains."
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>"But, but where's the challenge?"
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>She cowers as your glare intensifies.
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>"You have to get your card on top of the previous card, FLUTTERSHY. God. Are you seriously sofa king stupid you couldn't figure that out from watching? Jesus christ. If I was that stupid I would kill myself. Look fluttershy. Look at the stack tower of cards. If, when placing your card, you miss the single stack tower, you lose. Get it? Do you understand now? Did the information I'm fucking spoonfeeding you like a god damn bird who somehow managed to get a utensil spoonfeeds their stupid fucking baby FINALLY get into your retard-thick pony skull? Jesus H. Christ, fluttershy, at least that bird baby has an excuse, being a god-damn little baby animal with a half-developed brain. You're a grown fucking adult woman pony. No excuse. Kill yourself."
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>Fluttershy looks to be on the verge of tears, again.
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>What a baby.
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>As you and Dash continue playing, she begins looking more and more sleepy and bored.
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>31
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>32
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>33
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>...
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>52
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"Phew, good game dash, you're the only pony who can match me in this one."
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>"I'm the only who will even play with you."
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"Same difference. See you next thursday?"
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>"Yep! See ya."
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>You stand and stretch as she leaves to sell seashells by the sea shore.
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>There seems to be a yellow and pink rock in your living room, perpendicular to where you and dash were sitting.
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>After briefly wondering how it got there, you ignore it and head to the room you keep your bed in.
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>You needed to be well rested for tomorrow, a day of great feats of masturbation and other forms of hedonism impressive to the oculus.
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>You fall into bed haphazardly, and are asleep almost instantly.
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>Through viewless valves embodied so –
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>Till daylight, the expulsion and awakening, with a chest heavy and hot from the rock on top of it.
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>Wait, I'm not at the rock, this is a pony.
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>"zzzz no body of zzz water is safe without a Zzz lifeguard."
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>And it's muttering in it's sleep.
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>Must be one of those yellow-pink devil-worshipers, communing with Satan in her sleep.
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>You stand up, causing it to fall off of you.
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>It's head hits the floor with a cartoon like KONK.
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>It sits up and starts rubbing it.
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"Listen here heathen, I'm not interested in worshiping Satan. Not even a little bit. Jesus is my savior, and you should really consider letting him into your heart... Wait a second, Fluttershy? You're a satanist?"
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>"I, um, don't know what that means, but I could be that if you want me to."
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>You kneel down and put a hand on her shoulder, causing her to shudder.
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"What a sweet little angel. Don't worry, I'll show you the light of Jesus Christ, our lord and savior, the one and only son of god. Also, why were you sleeping on me and why are you in my house?"
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>"Well, that's because, you let me in and didn't tell me to leave?"
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>You think about this for a second.
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"Makes sense to me. Here, I'll show you the bible I wrote from memory. I can't seem to find one in this land. Probably sold out."
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>Fluttershy follow you to your living room.
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"Alright, buckle up, it's story time."
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>...
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>"Alright so after he got drunk as fuck on the wine he made, Noah was chilling in his tent nude, as a man does. And so his kid Ham walks in and sees his dad all naked, so he goes 'Woah', and tells his two brothers about it. So his brothers go in with their heads turned and throw a blanket over him so they don't have to look at their dad's old gross naked body. And so when Noah woke up from his drunken sleep, he knew that his son Ham was a pervy little fag, so Noah cursed Ham's bloodline. I'd do that same shit were I in his shoes, you know how it is. And then after that..."
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>Fluttershy looks up at you from the floor.
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"Anon?"
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>"What's up retard?"
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"Do you do that thing all with the tent, and the nakedness, and the drunken vulnerability, and the being nude?"
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>"Well, yeah. Not very often, but I don't think you can count yourself as a man if you don't do that at least once a week. Say, why are your wings all hard like that?"
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>"I'llseeyoulateranon!"
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>"Well she's gone. I'm going back to bed."
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>...
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>You wake up in the early evening with a strong hankerin' for some eggs.
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>In your kitchen, you notice a 12 pack box of 18% wine.
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>Well shit, free wine? Don't mind if I do.
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>You were feeling pretty religious tonight anyway.
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>With a plate of under boiled eggs and two bottles of wine, you head to your yard and pitch the tent.
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>Time to see how far into these babies you can get.
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>...
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>Sunlight, ouch.
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>You have one hell of a headache.
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>After working up the energy, you open your eyes.
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>Nude, as usual for a tent day.
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>Also usual, the copious amount of vomit in the tent.
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>Explains the smell.
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>What is unusual, is the dried cum all over your groin and the line where the two tent walls met, along with the walls themselves.
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>That, and the godless heathen Fluttershy unconscious next to you.
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>Damn, you must have forgotten to tell her to go home again.
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>You cover yourself with your wet clothing before she sees you naked.
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>Wouldn't want to have to go to the trouble of cursing her bloodline or whatever.
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>Looking at the tent walls, you really went overboard with the jacking off.
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>It is impressive though.
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>You belch a hearty belch and go inside to make yourself more eggs.
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>In the tent, a well-sated pony sighs a happy sigh.
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