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Originally Published March 1st, 2018
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>Dawn of the First Day in Equestria
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>You are Anonymous
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>You're not sure why, but it seems that Princess Luna wants to see your "hot monkey d"
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>Probably because she's been coming over every day this week, first thing in the morning, to ask you and anyone within a five-mile radius if she can see it
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>Granted, it's a nice change from Flutternutter: Luna has a kind of beauty to her that Shy just doesn't have, on top of being JRHNBR.
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>But the thought of a demigod wanting to peep your ween doesn't quite fill you with happy feelings either.
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>Plus, Fluttershy didn-
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*CRASH*
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>...'t break something every time she visited
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>Stepping out of your front door, you make a quick round of your house to see where she crashed this time
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>And find her hooves poking out from underneath your pile of firewood
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"Good morning, Princess. Would you like some help getting up?"
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>You can see her ears just barely poke up from under a log.
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"GREETINGS ANONYMOUS. I FEAR IN MY HASTE TO ARRIVE THAT I MAY HAVE IMPALED MYSELF ON YOUR WOOD."
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>Far in the distance you faintly hear a small yellow horse cry out in anger
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>You chuckle to yourself
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>Grabbing the Princess by the hoof, you pull her out from under the logs
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>Thankfully, she doesn't seem to be injured, but she does look tired as hell
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>Like she hasn't slept for about a week
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"Are you okay, Princess?" you ask, "You don't look very-"
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"NERVOUS? NOT AT ALL. I AM JUST SO EX...INTRIGUED TO WITNESS YOUR HOT MONKEY D THAT I MAY HAVE FORGONE SOME SLEEP"
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>Come to think of it, you haven't slept all week yourself, for much the same reason
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>To that end, you force a yawn
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"I*YAAAAWN*...I'm sorry Princess Luna, I'm just so tired lately that I don't think I'd be a good host to y-
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"FEAR NOT," Luna proclaims, assuming a shaky yet unmistakably regal posture.
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"FOR WE, BEING GRACIOUS AS WE ARE, SHALL RETURN TO VISIT YOU ONCE YOU HAVE RESTED."
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>With that, Luna leaps back into the air, kicking over your wind vane as she heads back to Canterlot
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>Fuck
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>Dawn of the Second Day in Equestria
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>You tried getting some sleep after Luna left yesterday, but laid awake in paranoia instead
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>After all, she's basically the goddess of dreams, and who knows what she could do to you
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>Rolling out of bed, you wearily pour yourself a cup of hot mud
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>No literally, Twilight showed you this clay patch in the Everfree Forest that would make coffee piss itself, and now it's all you drink in the morning
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>For the past week though, it's all you've taken in, period.
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>Dream Goddess can't diddle you if you're awake, right?
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>As if on cue, you hear a loud crash, followed by frantic splashing
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"Guess I better go say hi," you say as you down your mud and head outside.
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>In your backyard, you can see a hole in the cider shed you and AJ built one week
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>Stepping inside, you can see two blue forelegs frantically flailing from inside one of the casks
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"ANONYMOUS, IS THAT YOU? ASSIST US, FOR WE ARE DROWNING IN YOUR JUICES!"
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>A faint, far away sobbing reaches your ears
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>Oh how that yellow horse's pain nourishes your tired soul.
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>You extend a hand to the Princess and pull her free of her alcoholic prison
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>Somehow, she looks even worse than yesterday.
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>"Has she really been staying awake this whole time?", you wonder to yourself
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>After shaking off most of the cider, Luna turns towards you
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"ANONYMOUS! YOU SEEM WELL! WE MUST REQUEST YOU SHOW US YOUR HOT MONK-"
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>You make a motion to cunt punt her, an instinct developed from years of dealing with Fluttershy
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>It's only when your hands grab her face do you realize what you're about to do.
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>Luna's expression quickly turns to one of shock
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>Think of something, you faggot!
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"There's a tradition first!"
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>Smooth.
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>You move your hands away from Luna's face, praying she won't destroy your ass
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"A TRADITION? I ADORE FOLK TRADITIONS!"
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>Luna begins giddily doing a tired hop about the small shed.
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"ohthankgod, Yes, a tradition! But I must prepare the materials first. Come back tomorrow, and then you can...see my hot monkey d."
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>Almost like an energetic tortoise, Luna sweeps you up in a hug
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"THIS IS MOST EXCITING! WE CANNOT WAIT TO SEE IT!"
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>As she sets you down, she stares at you for a moment, and you could almost swear you see her blush
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"m-MAKE READY THE PREPERATIONS. I SHALL RETURN ON THE MORROW!"
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>Luna pushes you onto one of the casks, and breaks down the shed door in her hurry to return to Canterlot
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"Well, you've done it now Anon."
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>You aren't really sure why you told her to come back tomorrow, or why there was a "tradition" involved in whipping out your dick
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>Really, you just weren't sure how much more damage your little house could take
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>You set the shed door awkwardly against the frame and head back inside, grabbing as many bits as you can off the counter
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>You head towards the market, dreading what punishment will befall you
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>Dawn of The Final Day in Equestria
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>Here you are, running on over a week without sleep, hoping and praying that you won't be killed in a few hours
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>The plan came to you when you were at the market, trying to think of a way to keep Luna away from your hot mo-
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>You really have to stop saying that, but you are certain that this plan will keep her at bay
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>You're pretty sure Celestia would kick your ass for flashing Luna anyway, regardless of the context
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>From outside, you can hear a faint flapping, signaling what very well could be your doom
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>And then you hear a loud crash, the snapping of branches, and a thud
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>...
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>...
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>You cautiously open up the door to find Princess Luna, out of breath and raggedy
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>Past her is the remains of your pet tree, George
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"ANONYMOUS, WE HAVE ARRIVE TO VIEW YOUR HOT MONKEY D AS YOU PROMISED."
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>Well, here goes nothing.
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"Princess, welcome! As, per tradition, I must ask you be dressed comfortably before we begin, like myself"
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>You gesture at your "comfy" clothes: a faded shirt and a ratty pair of flannel pj pants
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>Luna looks at you, confused.
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>Oh god she knows
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"BUT I ALREADY AM COMFORTABLE"
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>Thank god she doesn't know
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"Yes, but you must be more comfortable than that!"
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>You hand her a pink beanie with bunny ears on it, which she gingerly places on her horn
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"L-LIKE THIS?"
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>No, not at all
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"Yes! Precisely!"
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>You step to the side and wave her into your home, hoping and praying that this works
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>Closing the door behind you, you turn and find yourself face to face with Princess Luna
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"WELL, ANONYMOUS? IS THIS PART OF THE TRADITION AS WELL?!"
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>A loud, almost painful ringing fills your ears
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>Does this mare not have an inside voice?
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"Actually, you reminded me of a step I almost forgot!"
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>You jam a finger in your ear, hoping you can dig out the tinnitus before it takes root
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"During the tradition, we must speak silently. Otherwise, we risk offending the...hot monkey gods?"
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>Luna stares at you for what feels like an uncomfortably long time before clearing her throat to speak
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"Is this better?", she whispers
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>You give her a thumbs up
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"Excellent., Now, follow me."
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>You lead Luna into your living room, where a two massive piles of blankets and pillows rest on the floor
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>The stallion at the market was practically kissing your feet after you offered to buy all them
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>You gesture towards them, trying to be as mystical as you can
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"Please, choose a seat."
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>Luna shoots glances back and forth between you and the blankets a few times
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>Eventually, her gaze settles on you
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>Well, you've lived a long enough life
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>You hold your breath, hoping the end will come swiftly
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"...May I take the one on the right? I do no wish to offend any of your customs."
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>You let out a deep sigh, and stealthily check the back of your pants to make sure you didn't shit yourself
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"Of course, Princess. Make yourself as comfortable as possible"
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>With your "blessing", Luna heads over to the traditional right-heap of pillows and blankets and nestles herself in
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"Okay Anonymous, what is next in the ritual? Is there a blood sacrifice?"
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>As you flop down into the other pile of blankets, you fish a remote control out from your pockets
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>Damn ponies can use electricity, but they still haven't figured out heating units
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>Bullshit.
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"Actually Princess, this is the final part of the ritual," you say as you push a button on the remote
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>Your t.v. flickers to life, and on it is a rather cheery fellow with an afro and a canvas
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"We must watch the hot monkey god paint a portrait."
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>...
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>The next few minutes go by in a painful silence, with no noise but the gentle *shwffing* and soft conversation coming from the t.v.
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>Breaking the tension, you feel a hoof rest on your hand
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"Anonymous?"
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>Shit.
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"Yes Princess Luna?"
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>You pause the video, and silence returns to the room.
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"This isn't a tradition of yours, is it?"
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>You take a deep breath, terrible futures playing out in your head
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"N...no."
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>Her hoof slowly lifts from the back of your hand
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"I see."
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>You brace yourself for the cool embrace of death
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>But instead, find a warm hoof work its way into your palm
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"M-may we continue watching this show with you?"
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>Well then
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"S-sure"
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>Another ten minutes into the episode, and Luna has fallen asleep, her hoof still in your hand
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>You weren't expecting the day to end like this when you got out of bed this morning
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>Sure, you were planning to solve both your sleep deprivation problems in one go, but not quite like this
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>And as you succumb to your own lack of sleep, you find yourself hoping that Luna will visit you again tomorrow morning
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