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- Requests from 12/10/12
- Sweet Dreams - Anon
- >You love the night.
- >The brisk chill in the air.
- >The silent chirping and groaning of the world at rest.
- >It’s exhilarating.
- >Your arms and legs pump as you rush through the waist high grasses.
- >They nick at you, from your stomach down to your ankles, but you pay them no mind.
- >For up ahead, you can see her, her head held high and proud, her dark coat standing out in sharp relief against the rising moon.
- >Her eyes turn to you, and she smiles, but she does not move.
- >It wouldn’t be right for her to move.
- >Limbs churning, propelling you forward, you rush the hillside, stumbling once before launching yourself back to a standing position with your hands.
- >The quiet grace comes through in her broadening smile as you approach her.
- >Luna, the Princess of the Moon.
- >Standing atop the hill, face to face with her, your shoulders heave, words stolen away by the chill that has settled into your lungs.
- >Not that it matters, the two of you move as one, embracing the other; she on her hind legs, you supporting her weight with your body.
- >At this moment, you are unstoppable.
- >The warm, welcoming hug deteriorates into a kiss, deep as the shadows the moon casts.
- >Tongues entwine, featuring gasping breathless breaks, punctuated by a perpetual pressing of lips.
- >Her body rolls against yours and you respond in kind.
- >In an instant, it’s done.
- >The wildly flushing Princess tearing herself from your embrace and taking to the sky.
- >She brings a hoof to her lips, smiling as she feels them before flying off into the night.
- >All part of the game.
- >You pursue her again, your heart still thudding away in your chest.
- >The incessant shuddering of that muscle gives your feet wings of their own as you track her movements through the heavens.
- >So many times you lose sight of her, only to pick her up again.
- >The scent, her scent, of ripe plums and orchids, refuses to leave your nose, each breath making it stronger, more pronounced.
- >The underbrush gives way to a clearing, and you see she has landed again.
- >Her neck, long, regal and enticing, twists as she regards you with a coy smile.
- >Your approach is more subtle this time, as a predator stalking prey.
- >Low to the ground, you linger in the grasses and greenery for as long as possible.
- >Her nostrils flare out of habit.
- >She knows you’re here, she saw you just a moment ago but again, it is all part of the game.
- >Sliding ever closer, you’re in open space now, but she doesn’t make a move, watching you with a muted interest.
- >After agonizing moments of separation, you reach her, your fingers starting at her hoof and sliding up her leg.
- >Luna quivers under your touch, but remains in her position.
- >Higher and higher still, you stand as you reach the end of her legs.
- >With the back of your nails caressing her chest, your hands split, one headed down the barrel of her body, the other up towards her neck and face.
- >Your touch becomes firmer as you make your way down her core, taking an upward arc to her back.
- >Likewise, the other becomes feather light, short, dancing strokes up her neck, alternating to a deeper, lingering touch against her face.
- >Chuckling, the Moon Princess leans her cheek into your open palm, nuzzling it.
- >And then your hand slips.
- >The Princess stiffens as you caress her back.
- >Her eyes go wide at first, but then her expression falls.
- >Pulling your hand away from her back, you try to comfort her, but she speaks first.
- >“Anonymous, I’m sorry.”
- >Your heart slams into the bottom of your stomach.
- >You try to fix things, but she won’t hear any of it.
- >“I shouldn’t spending so much time here. There are a great many things to see to tonight.”
- >She turns her face further into your hand, caressing your palm with her lips.
- >“I’m sorry. Not tonight. I can’t do it.”
- >You’re a decent sort of fellow.
- >You know you can’t pressure her to do anything she’s uncomfortable with.
- >But once.
- >Just once.
- >You would like to be selfish.
- >Luna smiles, moving her face from your palm and gives you one last kiss, on the cheek this time.
- >“Sweet dreams, my Dearest.”
- >Her words linger in the air, as does the sweet whispering caress of her breath against your flesh.
- >Unfurling her wings, she is airborne and gone in an instant.
- >You crack open your eyes and stare up at the darkened ceiling.
- >Moonlight still streams in through the windows, giving the room a ghostly glow.
- >Her shadowy body stands within the light, shaky and unsteady.
- >She doesn’t say a word as you prop yourself up on your elbow, watching her as she works.
- >Limbs quivering, the result of a thousand years of atrophy.
- >And another five of recovery after you fell on top of her when you arrived in Equestria.
- >Though unsteady, she still moves under her own power.
- >But she often needs rest and many of her royal duties have been thrust on other members of the family.
- >She will be like this for her endless life.
- >And the love that the two of you share will only ever be the stuff of dreams.
- Derp-Zilla - Anon
- >Day 15000 in Equestria
- >At last, it is time.
- >The water shudders around you in protest, trying to keep you contained in your deep grave.
- >It is no match for your mass.
- >Trudging along the ocean floor, you begin to feel the vibrations of the nearby city.
- >Rumbling, full of life and excitement.
- >It makes you sick.
- >For decades, you have rested, gathered your strength and plotted to unleash devastation upon the unwitting populace above.
- >It’s their fault you’re here in the first place, yanked out of a ruined Tokyo by a strange wave of energy let left you stranded in a strange world, alone and weakened.
- >So you’ve bided your time, waiting, growing stronger with each passing year.
- >Now is the time.
- >For your revenge.
- >You are Anonymous.
- >King of the Monsters.
- >Manehatten
- >A bustling city on the lip of Horseshoe Bay, a center of commerce and industry for all of Equestria.
- >Horseshoe Bay is thankfully calm, tiny waves lapping at the shoreline are the worst the city has ever had to worry about.
- >But today is different.
- >On a boat towards the center of the bay, avyoung foal smiles down at her reflection.
- >Her expression turns to one of delight as the water below begins to bubble and froth in excitement.
- >“Papa! Papa, look! Bubbles!”
- >An older stallion trots up next to his daughter, chuckling at the child’s innocence.
- >His grin turns to a confused frown as he watches the water become more agitated, leaning in for a closer look.
- >As the bubbles explode upwards, the faint sounds of a screech can be heard beneath the water.
- >Picking up the foal in his mouth, the stallion bolts for the other side of the boat before realizing her has nowhere to run.
- >With another roar, the head of a giant beast emerges from the depths.
- >Rocking from side to side, the boat nearly capsizes as the monstrous creature continues to rise from the depths.
- >The foal squeals in delight, squirming against her father’s grip as she tries to get a closer look.
- >Noting the sound, the creature glares down at the boat and her passengers.
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- >Falling silent, the little foal gapes at the beast, who gives another ear splitting roar and begins its sloshing movements through the bay.
- >Towards Manehatten.
- >You can hear the sirens blaring, even from this distance.
- >These strange, colorful creatures gape and stare at your impressive stature.
- >As well they should, with you being thirty stories high.
- >In response to their amazement you roar, shattering windows down the street with your audible might.
- >They panic and flee, screaming in terror all the while.
- >Yes.
- >YES!
- >Anonymous, you have returned!
- >This is how it should be!
- “GROAR!”
- >Roaring again, you reach the shore and rush one of the buildings.
- >It crumbles under your weight with surprising ease, as does the next and the next.
- >The intoxicating feeling of passing over freshly made rubble, the screams of terror echoing in your ears to your reptilian brain are enticing and wondrous.
- >Today is going to be a good day.
- >
- >“Like I said, I don’t know what we’re dealing with here! It just came out of the middle of the bay and started trashing the city!”
- >Going silent, the Wonderbolts liaison nods, holding a headpiece to his head with one hoof.
- >“What is it? It’s a giant lizard, I guess. Look, if we don’t do something soon, he’s going to destroy the entire city. Every mare, stallion and foal is at risk. We need to get wings in the air, right now!”
- >
- >Trudging through the streets, you give a deep, throaty chuckle and slam your clawed fist into another office building.
- >Hundreds, no, thousands of civilians rush before you, screaming in terror.
- >Time to go through the paces and see how strong you really are.
- >Tail?
- >With a flick of your hips, the terrifying spiny length crashes into a home, turning it to kindling.
- >Check.
- >How about jumping?
- >Flexing your legs, you hurl yourself forward, landing with an earth shattering crash.
- >It really is that destructive, as the street crumbles under your affections in every direction for a city block.
- >Many of the fleeing population are knocked from their feet in the shockwave.
- >Check.
- >Now, fire breath.
- >As you breathe in, you feel the spines running along your back run hot, as your internal temperature rises.
- >Stoking the flames in your lungs ever higher, you give a toothy grin before unleashing your ultimate destructive power.
- >White hot fire erupts from your maw as you exhale, bathing the entire street in
- >…
- >Rainbows.
- >Instead of scorching destruction, you unleashed a wave of rainbows.
- >The creatures get to their feet, gaping at the prismatic state of their peers.
- >Aside from being painted a seven color mess, they appear unharmed.
- >So, fire breath is a no go.
- >Probably an after effect of you being pulled through to this world.
- >No matter, you are a destructive force all on your own.
- >Another roar is enough to get the four-legged beasts scampering for cover once again.
- >Feeling quite satisfied with yourself, you throw your weight into another building, knocking it aside.
- “GROOOOOAR!”
- >As you eye your latest victory, the sound of wings becomes apparent to your dulled lizard ears.
- >
- >“All right Wonderbolts, we need to buy some time to get the civilian population out of harms way. Provide this thing a target but do not engage, stick to evasion until we see what it’s capable of.”
- >“Roger that, Captain.”
- >“I copy, Captain.”
- >Spitfire allows her lips to curl up in a grin as the three streaks approach the beast.
- >“All right you scaly beastie, lets see what you’ve got.”
- >Banking right, the Wonderbolts begin buzzing circles around the lizard’s head.
- >Slow, clumsy strikes attempt to swipe them out of the air, but the winged acrobats dodge with a practiced ease.
- >“Spits, this is going to be a cakewalk. Watch this, I’m going to make it smack itself in the face. It’ll be hilarious!”
- >“Soarin! Get back here, don’t break formation.”
- >“Don’t worry about it, this guy couldn’t hit the broad side of a uugggh!”
- >The beast’s tail comes around, knocking the flashy Wonderbolt stallion from the sky.
- >With a shout, Spitfire dives after his prone body, tucking her wings close to her body as she rockets on an intercept course.
- >The third Bolt is easily dispatched with a lucky hit by the creature’s claw.
- >As the honey-eyed performer brings Soarin back to the ground below, an ear-rupturing screech erupts from the lizard’s mouth.
- >“Soar. C’mon Soar, don’t be like this.”
- >Gritting her teeth, Spitfire shakes the unresponsive stallion.
- >“You useless maggot! Quit lazing about and wake, up!”
- >A firm hoof across the face is enough to rouse the stunned Wonderbolt.
- >“Huh, what? Did, did I get’im?”
- >“You’re so stupid, Soarin.”
- >“Sorry Cap.”
- >The male pegasus offers a small smile, as the two of them are engulfed in the white flames spewing forth from the creature’s maw.
- >
- >Glaring at the now rainbow-coated ponies, you snarl and turn back to the task of wrecking the city.
- >They’d been little more than a nuisance, but had deprived you of your prey.
- >It seems that you would have to settle for destroying their homes as consolation.
- >Not exactly a bad deal.
- “GROOOOOOOOAR!”
- >Yes.
- >All will know the terror of Anonymous!
- >The street collapses with a satisfying crunch as you take another enormous leap through the air.
- >Lifting your head, you roar again, waving your arms at your sides.
- >Then, a faint tickling sound assaults your ear.
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- >Soft and low, you barely notice it but then it speaks up again.
- >“Uhm, excuse me?”
- >You ignore it for a moment, reveling in the destruction you’ve caused, only to have the voice speak to you again.
- >“Excuse me?”
- >Turning your head left and right, you search for the source of the sound.
- >The frantic fluttering of wings, accompanied by
- >“Woah, woah!”
- >draws your attention forward, onto your muzzle.
- >There, right in front of your eyes, is one of the strange buzzing creatures from earlier.
- >It sports a grey coat with a yellow mane and enormous golden eyes, tilted in opposite directions.
- >The creature flashes you a smile.
- >“Can you help me? I’m a little lost. I tried asking at the post office but…”
- >She points down to one of the first buildings you crushed.
- >“It looks like someone had an accident and they stepped out. And all the other ponies are gone.”
- >You snort, preparing another roar.
- >As you lift your maw to screech at her, she squeals in surprise, sliding the rest of the way down your muzzle, and hits you square between the eyes.
- >Considering the tiny creature’s weight, it should have been nothing to you.
- >Instead, the impact of her hindquarters sends you rocking back on your feet.
- >That hurt!
- >Clawed hands reach up and cover your face, leaving you a growling, snarling mess.
- >The silly laugh of your assailant reaches your ears.
- >“Oopsie, sorry about that. You just surprised me by moving so fast.”
- >She’s flying in place now, though she has a distinctive wobble as she overcorrects her balance in either direction with each flap of her wings.
- >Unaware of the fact that you want to kill her, the ‘pony’ flashes you a silly smile.
- >“So, I’m Derpy. I thought I’d ask you because you’re really tall and can see further than I can. Could you help me find Ponyville Plaza?”
- “GROOOOOOOOAR!”
- >The wall-eyed flier stares at you in shock, her mane and coat thrown into disarray by the volume of your mighty voice.
- >But then that silly grin returns.
- >“I’m not hearing a no.”
- >With a squeal, she rushes your muzzle and plants a hug on your face, right in between your nostrils.
- >“Yay!”
- >Thrashing and shaking, you attempt to throw the leach off, but she has a grip reminiscent of Mighty Moth Femanon back home.
- >With a snarl, you bring your claws to your nose, trying to pick her off.
- >The mare squeals and scampers up onto your snout.
- >Foolish creature, Anonymous, King of Monsters, has no time for games!
- >Grinning still, the mare trots up to your eye.
- >“So, I’m thinking we should start by going… that way.”
- >She lifts a hoof and points towards the west.
- >You snarl and shake your head in response.
- >“Really? You don’t think so? I could have sworn that I came from that direction.”
- >Tapping her hoof against her chin, ‘Derpy’ sighs and plants her flank back down on your muzzle.
- >In seconds, your enormous bulk crashes down onto the street below.
- >Several buildings rock upward, out of their foundations as the full might of your mass mutilates the city block.
- >“Oh no!”
- >Derpy frowns and flies down to your position, hugging your snout as best she can.
- >You grunt a little in response, it’s all you can manage at the moment.
- >Looking the flying pony over, you scowl, trying to figure her out.
- >Something so tiny, but with as much destructive power as any of the monsters you fought against back home, perhaps even more.
- >At last, she looks up to you, tears burning in her eyes.
- >“Jeez, I’m such a klutz. I, I don’t know what went wrong but I’m sorry!”
- >You manage another grunt and push yourself to your feet.
- >Golden eye still shimmering with tears, Derpy looks up at you, her voice weak and unsure.
- >“E-even though I hurt you, you’re still gonna help me find my way, right? I’ve got this package to deliver and I don’t think I can do it on my own.”
- >Not wishing to face the wrath of her destructive derrière again, you give a grunt and a small nod, watching as her face brightens in an instant.
- >“Hooray!”
- “GROOOOOOOAR!”
- >Derpy giggles for a moment and then mimics your sound.
- >“Groar!”
- >With several large quake-inducing steps, you leave the rainbow wreckage of Manehatten behind and set forth on adventure.
- Anon Knocks Up Twilight – Anon
- >“Isn’t that just wonderful, Anonymous?”
- >Sorry, what?
- >What did Twilight just say?
- >For some reason, she opened her mouth and all you can remember seeing are nightmarish visions.
- >When you don’t respond, the unicorn mare looks deeply distraught.
- >Glancing down at the floor of the library, she drags her hoof through the dust and mutters
- >“You, you don’t want to have a foal with me?”
- >Ah right, that was it.
- “No.”
- >Anonymous, you cad!
- >Before Twilight can react, you continue to press your advantage.
- “It shouldn’t even be biologically possible.”
- >“But”
- “Have you even considered what the strange amalgamation of our genetics would produce?”
- >“No, but”
- “What if the foal comes out with two human legs and a pony body and head? How would it walk? Or worse, what if it’s a pegasus pony with legs for wings?”
- >“Anonymous”
- “Not done yet. Do you have any idea how weird it is, being one of a kind in an alien world? I know you and your friends are all right, but there are some really nasty ponies out there. Not to mention other races. A not-pony would get torn apart!”
- >Huffing, you place your hands on your hips and shake your head.
- “And you want to bring a child into that.”
- >“Okay, okay, I get it. Just, let me self-terminate. I’ll do some more research and we can try again later.”
- “Good. Next time don’t make this decision on your own. We’re in this together!”
- >Twilight gives a small, pained smile and walks back into the library.
- >You wheeze a sigh of relief and collapse into your chair.
- >Time to start being more careful.
- >Otherwise you’d have to be responsible.
- >And nobody wants that.
- Anonymous, MILF Hunter: Mrs. Cake - Oats
- >You are Anonymous.
- >Muff-diving MILF-Hunter.
- >Since you’re in Equestria that stands for Mare I’d Like to Fuck.
- >But you’ve got a right to be selective in your mares!
- >If there’s one thing that life on Earth has taught you, it’s that the older the fruit, the sweeter the juice.
- >And there is one Momma Mare in Ponyville that you’re dying to get your hands on.
- >Mrs. Cake.
- >Activating your Swagger Sphere, you make your way into the back of Sugar Cube Corner.
- >The object of your affections is already hard at work, her frosting pink updo struggling to stay in place as she rushes about preparing for a day of baking.
- >Time to channel your inner Fonz.
- “Eeey, Missus Cake!”
- >Glancing over her shoulder, the candy blue mare gives you a tired smile.
- >“Oh Anonymous, thank goodness you’re here!”
- >Aw yeah, mares love monkey dick.
- “What can I do for you, Missus Cake?”
- >“Pinkie’s called in sick, and Mister Cake has his hooves full with the twins and running the register. Do you think you could spare some time and help me out for a while?”
- >What a perfect opportunity!
- >Like that old saying goes, when Pinkie’s away, lil’Non comes out to play.
- >It doesn’t actually go like that, but without any distractions, this could get sexy at the speed of light.
- >Got to word this just right.
- “Sure, I’d be happy to add my batter to your bowl.”
- >Nice.
- >Mrs. Cake sighs with relief as you move your hand to your zipper.
- >“Thank goodness, here.”
- >A mixing bowl slides across the counter to you.
- >“It’s going to be a chocolate cake. Everything you need, you’ll find in the fridge.”
- “Oh, but…”
- >With a wide smile, Mrs. Cake shakes her head and turns to you.
- >“You’re a lifesaver, Anonymous.”
- >Your cheeks flush red as you avert your eyes from hers.
- >Mumbling about ‘pony poon’ under your breath, you begin preparing the mix as Mrs. Cake continues to hurry about.
- >It’s a good hour before you get all the cakes in the oven, but at last you’re able to take a break.
- >Wiping your hand over your forehead, you grin.
- >Second time around, you’re bound to have success!
- “So, since Mister Cake’s so preoccupied, would you like me to butter your biscuit?”
- >The bakery mare doesn’t even bat an eye as she lifts a hoof, pointing over to another oven.
- >“What a dear you are. They should be about done by now, and I’m sure that some of our customers are drooling in anticipation!”
- >Your shoulders droop as you visibly deflate, moping your way over to the oven and opening it up.
- >The smell of fresh baked dough massages its way up your nostrils.
- >With a frown, you proceed to lather the top of each one in an artery clogging amount of butter.
- >Another twenty minutes gone by the time the last batch is done.
- >Chin up, Anon, time to make another pass.
- “So. Missus Cake?”
- >She turns to you with a smile.
- >You have her attention this time, that’s a good start.
- “Can’t we just skip this and get to glazing your doughnut? No one has to know.”
- >“Oh, but Anon, I think I’d want them to know.”
- >…
- >Mrs. Cake, you kinky mare you.
- >Grinning you clap your hands together, rubbing them before she hands you a plate full of plain doughnuts.
- >“See to decorating these, would you?”
- >Rebuffed at every turn, you sigh and do as she requests.
- >Another hour gone, and you turn back.
- >She seems in much higher spirits now, and she isn’t rushing about.
- >But you can’t bring yourself to try a fourth time.
- >“Thank you so much for your help today. Is there anything I can do for you?”
- >Okay, maybe you have one more left in you.
- >Clearing your throat, you fix her with your most intense stare and drop your voice to Arnold levels.
- “Your muffin. Give it to me.”
- >After the day you’ve had, you should have known better.
- >You really should have.
- >Glaring down at the confection in your palm, you hang your head in defeat.
- >You just can’t win.
- >Mrs. Cake will have to wait until you can come up with a more effective way of enticing her away from her husband.
- >Mrs. Cake watches you leave and shakes her head, smiling.
- >“What a nice young man. Those gossipers have him all wrong, he didn’t make a single move on me all day.”
- >Her eyes trail lower, eyebrows raising as her lips turn into a smirk.
- >“Too bad, that boy has legs for days. I suppose I’ll just have to give Pinkie the day off again sometime next week and try again.”
- >With a dreary sigh, she shuts the door and goes back to baking.
- The Most Sacred Pact - Anon
- >Midday, Canterlot Castle.
- >Strolling through the halls, Celestia goes over her mental to do list.
- >Raise the sun, check.
- >Enjoy a lengthy soak, check.
- >Breakfast and an hour of lounging, check.
- >Receive a letter from one of her faithful students.
- >…
- >She sighs and shakes her head.
- >While not sure why the frequency of letters has decreased, Celestia sure doesn’t like it.
- >“Maybe I want to learn more about the magic of friendship too.”
- >Grumbling, the Sun Princess glares at the ground when a strange sound tickles her ears.
- >“Is that, laughter?”
- >Light and airy, the soft giggle is followed by a delighted squeal and the sound of wood slamming against stone.
- >“Oh my, that’s wonderful!”
- >Luna’s voice causes Celestia to go rigid.
- >“Please, may I have more?”
- >A smile spreads across the Princess’ face.
- >No letters today?
- >That’s fine, it would be better to study something first hand.
- >Like the Magic of Intimacy.
- >Taking care not to let her hooves clop too loudly, Celestia moves down towards her sister’s quarters.
- >As she approaches, Luna’s voice becomes more delighted.
- >“Oh, this is delightful. You’re so, warm. Please, let me feel you.”
- >A Cheshire grin splits Celestia’s face in two as she leans her ear against the door.
- >“Oh, mmm, Anonymous.”
- >And as quickly as it appeared, her expression falls.
- >In seconds her dead face morphs into a twisted mask of rage.
- >Turning away from the door, the Princess seethes, her body quivering with barely contained rage.
- >
- >Luna slides her hooves over your body, giving a delighted squeak as she brushes her face against your arm.
- >Considering her usual reserved nature, this is quite a departure.
- >“Oh, it’s so good. I need more.”
- “Princess, I really think we should stop…”
- >“And I think we should keep going. Guess which we’re going to do?”
- >Sighing, you lay back down and try to forget that this is happening.
- >Unfortunately, the door picks that very moment to go flying across the room and shatter into hundreds of pieces against the near wall.
- >In the now empty portal, a familiar flank heaves with exertion from the kick.
- >Pure white, decorated with a shining sun.
- “Ayup. I’m in trouble.”
- >Celestia whirls, stalking into the room, Luna trembling beside you.
- >Her eyes dart over the scene, and her glowering glare grows.
- >Damage control Anonymous! Go, go!
- “Now, Princess, I know this looks bad”
- >Holding up her hoof, the aggravated mare shakes her head.
- >“Stop, right there Anonymous. If you’re going to speak, speak the truth.”
- >You sigh, looking down at the bed.
- >Okay, it looks worse than bad.
- >Here you are with Princess Luna, her sister.
- >Dressed in three layers of puffy jackets, snow pants, fuzzy socks and a pom-pom hat.
- >There’s no easy way to break this news to her.
- “I’m sorry Princess. I have been, cuddling with your sister.”
- >Celestia’s stony expression doesn’t change, though the words slip between her teeth with a seething rage.
- >“Are you not my Royal Cuddler?”
- “I am, my Princess.”
- >“For how long?”
- “Pardon?”
- >“How long, have you been sneaking around behind my back?”
- “A-about two months now.”
- >“Why?”
- >Taking a deep breath, you sigh and close your eyes.
- “She, she lets me be the big spoon.”
- >
- >Despite what folks might say, Celestia is a pretty decent sort.
- >Kind, generous, understanding.
- >She could have killed you for your insolence.
- >Instead, she gave you a new home with a beautiful view.
- >Smiling, you look out over the verdant greens and beautiful blues, a slow ache over taking your heart.
- >The world turns beneath you, and you pick up a hunk of rock and hurl it out into the vast expanse between you and the planet you once called home.
- >Watching it fall, end over end, towards the world below, you can only think of one thing to say.
- “…I really hope that one beans you in the horn, Celestia.”
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