The back room by Anon


                                            The back room by Anon


                                            https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/38251058/#q38252372


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                                            >you are sitting on your couch and all of a sudden you hear glass shatter followed by a loud thud

                                            >before you can even get up, you see a small white filly stick her head by the now broken window

                                            >"Oh my gosh anon we didn't mean it! Me and Scootaloo were practicing hoofball and Scootaloo really wacked that last one"

                                            >well this sucks, fixing a window isn't hard but still a hassle

                                            >Scootaloo runs up next to Sweetie Bell

                                            >"Anon I'm so so sorry!"

                                            >you walk outside to check the exterior damage

                                            >Sweetie Bell and Scootaloo embarrassingly look away from you

                                            "It's not so bad, accidents happen"

                                            >They both perk up a bit

                                            "Do you mind giving me a hoof to clean up the mess?"

                                            >They both beam at you, spirits lifted after hearing your relaxed tone

                                            >"Sure thing anon!"

                                            >Scootaloo walks in your house and starts to clean up inside while you and Sweetie Bell finish up out front

                                            >"Anon, I gotta go. I promised Rarity I would be back for supper. Scootaloo should just about be finished"

                                            "Sure thing, thanks for helping clean up"

                                            >"Alright cya later anon." Raising her voice a bit "bye Scootaloo, gotta go!"

                                            >And with that, Sweetie Bell trots off with a hum

                                            >You walk back into your house and close the door

                                            >Scootaloo is still sweeping up some broken glass and notices you approach

                                            >"I'm sorry Anon, it was all my fault. I tried to hit the ball as hard as I could. And well...this happened"

                                            >she blushes and smiles awkwardly

                                            "Look Scootaloo, it's fine. Really"

                                            >"I don't know Anon, I would feel better if I made it up to you somehow, I'd do anything to make this right. As a Cutie Mark Crusader it's my duty to uphold our name here in Ponyville."

                                            >She looks pretty serious with her chest puffed up, standing straight

                                            "Alright Scoots, you seem pretty intent on this. If you really want to make this up to me then I'll allow it. Just don't get mad at me if you find out that you bit off more than you can chew"

                                            >she ponders what you said for a moment

                                            >"Absolutely Anon, that's what the Cutie Mark Crusaders do!"

                                            >You walk over to the front door and lock it

                                            "Once you are finished sweeping, come to the back room down this hallway"

                                            >You gesture behind you, a thin hallway leading to a lone room

                                            >"Okay Anon, I won't be much longer"

                                            >You walk down the hallway and open the door

                                            >A sinister smile crosses your face as you look around

                                            >Before you, a table with adjustable straps. To your left, a wall filled with all manner of whips, paddles, crops and floggers

                                            >To your right, a glass case is perched on top of an ordinary looking dresser. Inside the glass lays an ornate black wooden cane with intricate designs along the shaft. The shaft narrows down to a pointed black rubber tip. Small shiny emeralds are inlaid around the collar where the shaft meets the handle. The handle, a robust square made out of pure gold.

                                            >You hear light hoofsteps coming down the hallway

                                            >You are giddy with glee as your smile widens

                                            >"Hey Anon is it okay if I come in, I'm all done cleaning"