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- >A bunch of fillies stand in front of a box fort looking nervous and scared.
- >One of their own are still in there.
- >They barely got out ungay.
- >But the ones still in there...
- >Poor bastards.
- >Not even Twilight will go in there.
- >Not that she is scared but becuase she's too busy with a bottle of scotch.
- >Stupid bitch.
- >However, another filly rolls up on scene on a big wheel as the others start cordoning off the fort with duct tape.
- >She was green just like the rest of you.
- >Her mane, black as night.
- >Just like (You).
- >Her mirroredd aviators take in the distressed look of all the other fillies before she hops off and pulls up a small brief case that she was sitting on.
- >You amble over to her as she strolls up with the handle of her case in her mouth.
- "It was horrible..." you manage out through you waning adrenaline rush.
- >She turns her gaze to you but you can't make out what she might be thinking through her shades.
- "Somepo-"
- >You stop as one of her eyebrows become visible over a lense.
- "Sorry."
- >She motions for you to get on with it.
- "[i]Somebody[/i] was telling another about how much she enjoyed the others company and how they were such good friends. I was just minding my own bussiness but I overheard that and turned to look at who said that. Then... they hugged."
- >Your eyes glaze over as you remember.
- "Everyone was having such a good time. No one realized what had happened until it was too late."
- >You start to shake...
- "Then someone screamed. Everyone stopped what they were doing. One of the writefages snapped a pencil. An artfag spilled their juicebox on the thing she was doodling but no one cared. We all realized it at the same time. They were holding hooves."
- >Your lips stretch into a snarl.
- "The asshole forgot to say no homo!"
- >Your little hoof stomps of its own accord in solidarity with your fury.
- "I barely got out of there! Almost caught the gay but I was the only one who made out of my group."
- >Finally, the filly with the glasses makes a move and spits her brief case to the dirt.
- >Its slick black leather finish gleams a bit in the sunlight.
- >She looks to you again.
- >"Lemme guess: Diaperfag?"
- "N-no. Not a pee filly either. The diaper fags are in there with the gay."
- >You point at the cardboard fort.
- "Having their lower body impeaded by padding did them in. Couldn't run as fast as the rest of us. Poor bastards never stood a chance."
- >She starts unlatching her breifcase.
- "I'm a comfy filly myself. Filly ain't for sexual, you know?"
- >You try to say this with a smile but right now your heart just wasn't in it.
- >Not with what just happened.
- >There's no telling what kind of mega gay could be going on just beyond those hallowed walls.
- "What do you got there anyways? How are you gonna get through all the fuc- Whooooa!"
- >Sunglasses filly pulls a pair of striped white and green thigh-high socks from the briefcase and starts slipping them onto her hind hooves.
- >"Anti-gay socks. The best in the buisiness."
- >You take involintary step backwards.
- >The amount of straight you feel radiating from sunglasses filly is more than a little intimidating.
- >You almost want to call her Chad but you fight down the urge.
- >You don't even get a chance to say anything to her.
- >While you were fighting to master yourself she just stood up on all fours and trotted right in to the fort.
- >All you could do is stand there with the rest of the onlookers with your mouth agape[s] and try not to look at her ass[/s].
- >She didn't even put on all of her socks, leaving two behind in the case.
- >If she can break through the gay with only two socks on...
- >Your eyes widen.
- >Just who is this filly?
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