The Power of Dubs

====Power of Dubs===
I'd lewd small pone.
Would you d e v o u r her?
Nice dubs Clay but no, just go to sleep already
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>One lonely night there was a screen
>A checkmarked box
>And a pone
>She stood on the keyboard, all alone this evening
>She reviewed her post, sitting in response when someone admitted they would do lewd things to a tiny poni
>Would you devour her?
>The miniponi reexamined the perfect repeating numbers
>Some ancient cultures would insist that 3 was the strongest possible number
>It represented the joining of 1, often said to equate to male, and 2, female, into a strong union
>Therefore all multiplicatives of 3 were also strong numbers
>And she was fortunate enough to receive one such number
>33
>Surely the number would be lucky in love
>He would go to her
>It was destiny
>She shuddered at the thought, face flushing
>"He has to reply!" she growled to herself
>The tab at the top of the screen did not change
>She shuffled to one side and watched the cursor do the same
>A hoof tapped on the surface below her and the cursor
>Update
>She scanned the tabs at the top of the screen with a disappointed frown
>"The power of three's compels you."
>Update
"The power of gets compels you!"
>Update
>"Come on, you memelord!"
>Update
>A red exclamation mark appeared amidst the small green leaf icon on the tab
>Her pupils dialated
>She felt hot all over
>She looked at her post number, now accompanied by an indicator that there was a reply to it
>Her heart was moving faster
>She looked for the one reply
>His romantic words of love
>He would be hers!
>She waited all night for this moment!
>Breathing heavily, she found it and read it out loud with gusto
>"Nice dubs Clay but no, just go to sleep already"
>Silence draped across the room
>She tapped her little feet angrily
>”Damn you, Anon! Some day!"
>She still posts a response
>She tapped the update with the force only a tiny pony hoof could muster
>The waiting game recommences
>"More three's."
>Update
>"I just need some more three's!"
>Update
>There were no three's
>There are only so many ways for her to endure this horror
>The gets were frivolous
>Maybe she didn't need dubs
>She will win eventually
>Tenacity will carry her through
>She sighed and rolled her head to stretch her neck a little
>When she opened her eyes the tab at the top of the screen had another red mark
>Gleefully, the minipone scans the page for the second reply
>There it was
>More dubs
>77
>Such a blessed message must carry some important text
>She read it slowly, wanting to savor the moment
>"Sucks to be her."
>She looked at the numbers again
>Just as they were less than a minute ago
>77
>Heart sullen, the tiny poni lay down, groaning
>It was a long while before she bothered to look around herself
>One hoof below the other, she slowly hoists herself up into a standing position
>As she does so, the mouse cursor moves across the screen
>Her eyes idly followed it with nothing else better to do
>It wavered and moved as she walked but she continued to trace its path
>It wandered up the page until she sharply inhaled through her nose
>Another red tick at the top of the tab
>She was on a roll
>She spied the correct post, highlighted in red and read it like she did the rest
>"Man this made me feel bad for her, even thou pone is for caring not eating"
>Eyebrow raised, she looked at the corresponding post number's last digit
>0
>The number of nullification
>Representative of emptiness
>Symbolic of nothing
>A void
>A lacking
>A smug smirk played lightly over her features
>Clearly the numbers were not in approval of this one
>"Caring?" she scoffed
>"Not eating?"
>She was over such foreplay
>Tiny hooves tapped out letters and characters and finally words and sentences
>The eating was surely the most important part
>How else would she get to be so close to his heart?
>Why would anyone want to be held in his hands and snuggled up to his chest?
>What would be the use in listening to the calm beat of a distant drum while fingers slowly scratched her behind the ears?
>She wiped a strand of drool from her mouth with a foreleg
>Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she moved the cursor around the screen
>She would get into his heart some day
>He only had to let her
>Her breathing slowing, she stomped down to hit the post button
>She would have patience
>Poise
>She mashed the update button
>Defeated, she watched the auto refresh
>There was nothing left for her to do except sit by and busy herself with hilarious cat videos
>That is, until the ruby red icon called her attention to the tab once more
>Her eyes scanned the page to an old picture of herself standing on a tablet screen
>Good times
>Her focus flicked to the text
>"evens: big the miniponi"
>"odds: eat the miniponi"
>It brought a ray of hope to the tiny horse
>Maybe it could happen
>Someone else was asking the number fates to grant her another chance
>She checked the number
>2
>She frowned
>But wait, there was another post just below it
>"ROLL FOR EVEN"
>7
>"Yes!"
>The update button was accidentally clicked again while she cheered and stamped her hooves
>A new post
>"BY THE GODS OF GET I DECLARE A REROLL"
>She sat back on her haunches
>How ridiculous
>A reroll?
>No way that could count
>Just eat her and be satisfied
>The numbers were not with him tonight, his 7 already proved that
>Not like that could be done willy nilly
>She checked the numbers and her jaw dropped
>22
>Double numbers
>A dub get
>"N-no," she whined
>She took a step back and the page updated again with a new message
>"Welp. Sucks to be Clay."
>And another
>"double dubs confirm, new number is even because of reroll"
>"Oh come on!" she ran forward and pressed her nose against the screen as she yelled at it
>The text did not flinch
>She closed her eyes, disgusted with it
>"That's not fair!"
>Her tiny hooves smashed hard against the synthetic surface, a tiny fit of outrage punctuated by tapping sounds that grew louder and louder
>When she growled at the computer screen again, different text sprawled out in front of her
>These were higher up on the page, why were they eye level now?
>Did she accidentally scroll upwards?
>Her confusion dissolved into realization
>She looked down to see the text she had been staring at a second ago
>"Oh no."
>She had grown slightly
>Worse, it was not over yet
>She looked down at her hooves to see them suddenly double in size, covering more of the computer keys
>The rest of her soon followed
>"Anon!" she howled as her form expanded

===Possible continuation notes===

I want a little Clay that's the size of a small doge
Maybe a foot tall
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>Little clay at the size of a small dog
Nay, she sould be the size of a small house at least, perfect area for cuddling
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>He won't humor Clay for even a second
Shitty husbando material right here
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