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- >Pump up the beat in Equestriaaaaa
- >You be the Anon, human in a land filled with talkin’ colored mini horses
- >Living with the DJ herself, Vinyl Scratch
- >She truly was a bro, especially after taking you in when your house burned down a week ago
- >Damn Fluttershy, trying to see if scented candles would loosen you up
- >Joke’s on her though, because scented candles made you nauseous.
- >Arise from your bed
- >Even before you get to the bathroom, the volume of Viynl’s daily sound was shaking the house
- [spoiler]http://youtu.be/lZbgyKJkHxQ[/spoiler]
- >At least it wasn’t country music or some shit like that
- >Can’t fucking stand the stuff
- >Shit, shower, and [spoiler]RAVE[/spoiler
- >Stroll down to the dining room, to see Vinyl bobbing her head to the beat
- Vinyl.
- >She doesn’t hear you over the sheer volume of the song
- Vinyl!
- >Still no response
- VIYNL!
- >She finally takes notice of you, and adjust the volume to a less deafening sound
- >“What’s up?” She says with that impish smirk she always wears on her face
- Nothing, just wanted to know if there’s any food in the fridge.
- >“Uh... I dunno. Check it yourself if ya want.”
- >She turns back to her stereo, remembering to keep the volume at a tolerative level.
- >You head towards the refrigerator, and open it up
- >Looking in, you see a few eggs and a six pack of booze
- > Also a bag filled with red, blue, and yellow pills with the words ‘From Dr. Maneio’ written
- >Grabbing the eggs and a can of booze, you proceed to go around Vinyl’s severely
- understocked kitchen grabbing spices and the sort
- >Cracking the eggs into a bowl, you mix the several spices into the yolk
- >Then, emptying half of the can o’ beer into a pan, you proceed to put it on heat
- >Once the pan was heated, you proceeded to poach the eggs in booze
- >Booze eggs, yeah!
- >Just as you’re getting into the heat of things, you hear knocks at the door
- >The predictability of Fluttershy’s mornin’ visits was starting to become ridiculous
- >But you could have some fun with this...
- Hey Vinyl.
- >“Yo?”
- 50 bits say Fluttershy is at the door
- >“She seriously doesn’t come on a daily basis, does she?”
- I’m serious.
- >“Bull. You’re on”
- Alright, but can you watch the food? I don’t want it to burn
- >“Mmhm.”
- >You stroll down to the door and...
- >You’ve just won 50 bits
- >Flutterstutter’s there with her saddlebags
- >“Oh, u-um hi Anonymous.”
- Jesus, why do you never call me Anon?
- >“B-but that would be rude...”
- Not if I want you to call me Anon.
- >“O-okay.”
- >Wait, why were you telling her this?
- >Dammit, you were dragging this out far longer than needed
- Alright, what’re you trying today?
- >“Well, I wanted to try something new...”
- >Fluttershy puts her head into her saddlebag and rummages in it for a bit
- >Eventually she pulls out a strap-on
- >Oh God the day of reckoning hath arrived
- >“I wanted to try pegging today! I-if it’s okay with you, I mean...”
- >Oh shit Nigger
- >Time to pull out the contingency plan
- >Moonwalk back into the house
- >Grab one of the larger speakers lying around with a record player
- >Snatch up a random record as well
- >Go back outside with the items you grabbed
- >Start setting up all of it in front of Flutterwhy
- >Eventually you get all of the pieces in place
- >“Anon? Um, I don’t want to interrupt, but what are you doing?”
- Stand right here.
- >You nudge her in front of the speaker, and put the vinyl disc in place
- >Put the needle on the record and...
- [spoiler]http://youtu.be/JJn1XHgRs-Y?t=2m47s [/spoiler]
- >The volume of the song itself is enough to blow Fluttershy’s bags with its contents far, far away
- >Flutters herself was nearly blown back from the sheer amount of noise
- >Eventually the song stops, and Yellow Quiet is left there, with her hair stuck up
- >You creep next to her, leaning in to see if she’s fully conscious
- >If you strain your ears, you can hear her breathing
- >Good enough for you
- >You slide on back into the house, equipment in tow.
- >Dumping Vinyl’s things in the middle of the floor, you head back to the kitchen to check on you poached delights
- >Only to find the entire pan on fire
- >As you grab a small cloth to beat the fire to death, you can only sulk in the memory of what was to be a promising breakfast
- >Heading back to the dining room, you see the vibrant mare fucking around on one of those DJ sets
- >You honestly had no idea what she was doing
- Pay up.
- >“Hm? Oh. Yeah, yeah, I’ll pay ya soon.”
- No, pay up now. I lost eggs poached in beer thanks to you.
- >“Fine.” She hops out of her seat and grabs a small pouch from her room
- Thanks
- >“While you’re at it, can ya get groceries? We’re out.”
- ...Fine
- >“Thank you kindly.” She heads back to her set.
- *mutter*Bitch...*mutter*
- >“You too faggot.”
- >Fucking Vinyl.
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