>That clean building smell still wafts in the lunch break room.
>Hopefully this newly dubbed RGRE building will last longer than the last.
>That smoldering building still reeks of porn.
>You suspect that a certain big boobied mare is responsible for this last disaster.
>The one before was destroyed by a fellow coworker when he snapped and started his arson vengeance against bats.
>He always seemed like he was sitting on edge.
>“Anon, how ya doing?”
“Just enjoying lunch, boss.”
>Rainbow Dash sits in her designated top mare seat in front of you.
>“Awesome, just making sure all of my dudes are cool.”
“I'm doing good.”
>“Good.”
>Chips being munched on echo in the room.
“So how’s the other departments?”
>Dash lights up with an opportunity to avoid an awkward silent lunch.
>“The moon pony idea seems promising and has been a hit so far. Still balancing it out to be more RGRE. LaP is still going strong. Some play on fetish ideas, so the usual. Griffons are still around.”
>Nodding with a sandwich in your mouth.
“Neat.”
>“How’s your short stories coming?”
“Got a few ideas down.”
>“Huh, I thought you were a little distracted recently.”
“Guess you haven't heard about Fluttershy.”
>Dash perks up at the mention of her friend.
>“Oh, I haven't heard anything, been busy running the company. Is Flutterrape still going?”
“Yeah, and now Fluttershy is pregnant with a kid with Anon.”
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>Dash spits out the protein drink she was previously guzzling.
>“Sweet Celestia’s hay bells, how?! That should be impossible.”
>You flick a thumb out the window to a building across the street.
“Word has it that Princess Pretty Pink Pony Wings put a spell on them.”
>Dash gulps as she wipes her brow with a rag.
>“Hot.”
>A raised eyebrow is her answer from you.
“I know we play with the idea of pregnant mares here, but that is still messed up.”
>“Wait, are you implying that they didn't want foals and Cadance forced it on them?”
“Pretty much.”
>She looks outside with a dark face.
>“Maybe she needs a little arson to improve her manure.”
“Right, because that's what we need, corporate rivalry war.”
>Dash sighs as she nibbles on her haywhich.
“We can't keep burning bridges, especially with those we collaborate with on stories.”
>“Yeah, but I can't help but feel bad for Fluttershy when she has trouble running her company.”
>A giggle snort escapes your lips.
“Aw, crap I spilled my drink on my shirt.”
>“Hey, I am awesome at this corporate business thing.”
“Oh Dash, Dash, Dash, Dash, Dash--.”
>Patting her on the head as she slowly starts to fume.
>“Just get to the point.”
“You are fun to work for and the content is great, but you suck at managing. We’ve lost writers, had mutinies, and simply failed in starting a thread.”
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>Dash grumbles, but seems to accept what you said.
>”Yeah, I’m not always awesome at this job, but you can’t say our stuff isn’t in demand.”
“True.”
>“Back to Fluttershy though, should I get her a gift or something?”
“They call those baby showers.”
>“Oh, that makes sense.”
>Then Dash gets that look on her face.
>The one where she comes up with an idea that you are positive will end poorly.
>”Having foals wouldn’t be too bad, fits with the company image. Think LaP would be up for it.”
>Slowly place your drink down with a blank face.
“Dash, we’ve all told you. He hates you.”
>”Oh come on, I don’t get it. We both love powerlifting and I’m all about the love. You know what, I’m going to be the dominant mare and do the classic Dash. Just let my amazingness do it’s natural thing. He won’t be able to refuse.”
”I don’t know if you remember, but the last story had you being thrown in the trash. That’s how much he thinks of you.”
>“Oh quit your bellyaching, have you seen him?”
“He took his lunch, tuna salad and ketchup, and brought it to his desk.”
>Dash flexes her wings before flying off.
>“Thanks, Anon! I know he won’t say no to foals. What stallion can?”
>You are tempted to watch what happens, but you suspect that the ketchup will be used as an improvised weapon.
“Meh, not my problem.”
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