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- >You are Anon
- >You feel like you've got life mostly figured out
- >Job that doesn't make you want to headbutt the nearest coat rack
- >Last year of your degree
- >Most of the courses are chill as fuck, same with the schedule
- >Friends are social in just the right amount, neither smothering you or leaving you behind
- >Spend most days working, gaming or browsing the spooderwebs
- >Stream a lot of shows
- >Return to MLP now and then
- >Even surf /mlp/ on occasion
- >The hiatus seems like it's driving everyone slightly nuts, in subtly 'off' ways
- >There's even a fucking vore general
- >But you enjoy the board anyway, for some dumb reason
- >Said reason being the waifu threads
- >You've long since abandoned the manestream six
- >Not that it was a choice, really
- >No, your attentions have been captured by the magnetic magician mare, Trixie
- >Maybe you're developing - or had always had - a femdom fetish, or something
- >Though...she's cute
- >You can't put your finger on just what appeals to you about her, but trying just feels pointless
- >Something about not questioning the good things that come your way, you suppose
- >Today, you've been rewatching mlp for fun and profit - you managed to talk your professor into giving you some extra credit if you could write a paper on the thoughts, feelings and motivations of all the characters with a speaking role in the show
- >You're kind of surprised you managed to talk him into it, but hey, gift horses
- >But binge-watching is pretty exhausting
- >So Destiny's been a welcome distraction
- >People call it Call of HaloLands, but they seem to forget that some actually enjoy CoD, Halo and Borderlands
- >Even non-fratboys
- >Shock of all shocks, right
- >Anywho
- >After the fifth 'just one more', you finally tear yourself from the screen and turn off the console
- >It's late
- >Too tired to go all the way to your bed
- >So you just lay down on the couch
- >You watched up to the end of Season 3 today, and it just seemed so messed up that Sombra exploded
- >Like, fucking jesus
- >But what caught your attention was - well, several things, actually
- >That fucking mirror pool and the existential implications, for example
- >The return of Trixe, actually, was interesting
- >How'd she acquire the alicorn amu- well, okay, the show showed that, but still
- >It's getting hard to think straight
- >You yawn loudly
- "Trixie a best pony" you mutter
- >and with that, sleep overtakes you
- ***********************************************
- >Your heart is beating
- >Your eyes are stinging
- >Your breath is ragged
- >The night is dark (and full of terrors, you suppose)
- >You're not sure where you are
- >You just know that it's not Ponyville
- >And right now, that's the most important thing
- >Even if you miss the reassuring glow of lanterns from Ponie's windows
- >You slow down, going into a speedy trot rather than full gallop
- >Slowly but surely your eyes are adjusting to the darkness
- >Today had been a horrid day for the Great and Powerful Trixie
- >In fact, Trixie felt neither Great nor Powerful right now
- >No, right now, it was only you, Trixie Lulamoon
- >The pony, not the persona
- >That had shattered into a thousand pieces
- >Along with your home and stage
- >You let out a heavy sigh and use your magic to wipe your red, puffy eyes dry
- >Who were you trying to kid
- >Even if you'd lost everything, there'd still be the Great and Powerful Trixie
- >Partly because the show must go on
- >And partly because being Great and Powerful was rather comforting
- >While it seemed to put some ponies off, it also seemed to inspire awe and loyalty from others
- >Like those two dopey unicorn colts in Ponyville
- >Well, they were a dopey pair of numbnuts, but they were rather sweet...
- >You feel your eyes sting a bit again, but hold back the tears
- >Celestia knows you've cried enough today
- >But...they were the closest things you've had to friends in a long while
- >It..felt good to be admired
- >Even if it was the act that received praise, not the pony behind it
- >But then, you ought to be used to it by now, being a professional magician and showmare
- >You push the thoughts from your mind as you come upon a clearing
- >You notice a farmhouse, a silo, and most hearteningly of all, a light
- >Even just the thought of what you're about to do makes your pride hurt
- >The pain cuts right into the core of your very being
- >You suspect you'd choose being stepped on by an Ursa minor would be preferable, that whole 'gruesome death' business notwithstanding
- >But for now you decide to swallow your pride
- >You take a deep breath, then exhale and approach the farmhouse
- >Looking around to see what sort of farm it is, you don't see anything one could farm here
- *********************************************
- >The night passed peacefully, bar the rumbling of thunder and the crack of the occasional lightning
- >Anon slept deep, stirring once or twice
- >However, as dawn approached, an eerie purple mist coalesced into being seemingly from the aether
- >Slowly but methodically it enveloped Anon
- >The lazy bastard still slept through it
- >Around him, time warped and space bent
- >Suddenly, he was weightless
- >Then gravity kicked in and he fell
- >That woke him up
- >Just in time to give the ground a big, sloppy kiss
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