/bootleg/ [name pending]

TCFBTB - [name pending]

>You're anon... and you just recently had a big X marked off on your calendar.
>Let me tell you that it sucked, that day specifically had been a thorn in your side.
>Every time that number of that year rolled around you were the butt-end of every joke.
>But this year, this year might have been the worst of them all.
>Yes it was /that/ day again.
>April Fool's
>Ugh.
>Just thinking about it again just brings back bad memories.
>Ever since you were a kid you've been an easy target and
>Memories of bucket after bucket being dropped on your head soaking your head and shirt as you entered into a class room, laughter exploding after building up from silent snickering as you found your seat drenched and dripping.
>Every spitball and whoopie cushion, all the cheap store bought imitation tar paint and the plastic feathers that came along with it.
>It never really changed either, once you grew up the same pranks found you again and again, and some new ones too.
>A classroom or an office. It didn't really make a difference.
>You were just always the butt-monkey of choice.

>Sometime later you found some refuge in a dumb cartoon show, eventually you tried to just stop caring.
>You embraced that shit hard and everything that came with it.
>Maybe people thought you were a push over in real life, and maybe they were right
>But in that space you were an invincible force.
>The world always seemed to find a way to fuck with you on that day, but hey at least you had ponies.
>The colorful coats, the way they smiled and waved their frilly stylish manes.
>
>A bat of their long eyelashes settling on a come hither look.
>A wink
>And that plot.
>Sweet /Celestia/ those plots. It's enough to kill a man.
>The attraction was all too real.
>It wormed its way into your head quite early, and stole you away from everything else.
>You used to be into all kinds of shit, but those days are over now.
>Like a lantern in the fog came on, and suddenly you were drawn to it.
>You could see the truth.
>Everything else faded away leaving only the purity of the four letter word.
>Not just pony, but beyond that, something that you yearned for and never knew you wanted.
>M-a-r-e!
>Who can really blame you? Those beings were perfection, some kind of godly combination of cute and sexy.
>No one could have merely came up with it themselves, some of those you talked to were convinced it had to have been ordained as a vision.
>It was nice to believe.
>You had started to believe it too.

>They had been burned into the dreams of the one everyone called 'Mom' until the day she put it down on paper and history was made.
>The thick thighs of an earth pony, toned muscles of an athlete after a sweat, a bubbly fuzz butt.
>The way that a sun-kissed sun-butt would look in the morning rain.
>Even the more exotic ones like the black bug got a little something out of your dick.
>You loved every last one, it's impossible to pick from any.
>So you decided you wouldn't try.
>You would go for a different plan. To have them all.
>It's what every red-blooded man would do isn't it?
>A harem of voluptuous mares waiting for you. Ah it would be like /heaven/!
>Like flavors of different candies all wrapped up nice and tight.
>Any one you could pick for the day, and anyone you could pick for the night.
>They made everything better...
>or so you thought.
>But.
>Later after private browsing sessions, it came back.
>With the high of living out your fantasies, that old sensation would creep back once the rush passed.
>The same one you've known for basically your whole life.
>Occasionally it would hit you in the middle of the night, or if not then, it would come the very next day after you drifted off to sleep.
>A cool breeze running through your hair, the subtle embrace of soft laughter and prickling sensation on top of grass.
>And then you would be abruptly jerked away by a loud beep and land right back to where you started.
>A shadowed room, only dimly lit by another colorful plastic pony-shaped nightlight in the corner.
>Synthetic sheets, man made.
>Everything around you was fake.
>An empty bed. With no one, and definitely no pony to share it with.
>Life had cruelly made you born a chump faggot on the Earth.
>You were human, and that was it.
>Stranded on this god-forsaken rock that seems to get worse every day.
>Unable to reach that utopia in your dreams, the one you used to see on the screen every day.
>They weren't real to anyone and could never be.
>No matter how much you clung to your pillow-y pony pals.

>You'd spent some of your savings and splurged again.
>Sure, you were more than willing to show your power level to anyone!
>But more often than not, that didn't turn out so hot.
>It's easy to just share your passion with people you never see and might never know, but hard to explain it to someone who doesn't already get it, you know?
>You've screwed your chances a number of times on a potential date.
>And you think you lost some friends over it too.
>It was becoming a problem to everyone around you.
>Maybe it was a problem.
>Maybe you had a problem.
>Maybe you were the problem.
>But...
>That didn't mean you had any intention to stop!
>It's all you have left to turn to in this world for affection.
>There was few things that gave you some security and peace of mind, and this was one of them.