[Classic FR] Circlejerk

>Day... or is it night? in Equestria.
>It's been a little over three weeks since you joined the circlejerk.
>At first, everything was amazing.
>Here were people you could trust.
>You could talk to them about anything.
>You guess it comes from the subject matter.
>Once you're openly discussing rape and fetishisms, the bar's been set pretty low.
>It was almost more fun to just hang out with the other writers than it was to write.
>But you knew you couldn't let your fans down.
>Implying fans.
>So you trudged on, writing little stories here and there.
>You couldn't believe how much some of these guys could write.
>This was the big leagues.
>This Driver kid could churn out 30-something posts for a single part.
>Everyone loved Raritan's work because he put so much soul into it.
>Jibber could dish out feels like a soup kitchen.
>Everyone already knew Disc. He was a legend around here.
>Clever had great technical skill. And he made a name for himself by giving out advice.
>Ssj4 was pretty new, but his stories were creative and interesting.
>Then there was Slasher. Oh shit, Slasher. As off-the-wall as his stories were, everyone kept coming back for more.
>And finally, there was Cog. You couldn't really lift his work, but other people loved it.
>All you could do was write one-shots and skype-chat with the greats.
>You could feel your life spiraling out of control.
>You've been losing sleep.
>Suddenly, Flutterskank flies through your open window.
>"Is wallowing in self-pity your fetish, Etiquette?"
Fuck n- You know what? Maybe it is...
>She squees and nuzzles your chest.
>You pick her up and go to chuck her out the window.
>"B-But I thought you said it was your fetish."
>You toss her out.
It is. But I just got a great idea for a one-shot, so scram!