This green came to me in a dream. It's a prequel to another convenience store mare green from a few years ago. https://ponepaste.org/9480

>Be a young cheery beige and maroon Pegasus mare.
>Be on your way to your first day at your new job.
>As your wings beat with excitement, you look around at all the ponies below making their way around the suburbs of Fillydelphia.
>It was a somewhat quiet suburb, split about half and half between your run of the mill ponies of the day and bat ponies.
>It actually made for quite a convenient little town.
>Everywhere could effectively and profitably operate 24 hours a day.
>It led to a sort of boom in convenience stores of all types.
>There were always ponies up at any time of the day, and those ponies often needed something quick to eat or little odd items.
>You always enjoyed that no matter how often you were outside your home you could pick up some cheap little convenience.
>And your favorite store just so happened to have a name awfully similar to your own.
>And it was your exact destination on this first day of your working life!
>You are Wah Wah and you’re on your way to the local Wawa across town.
>As you land, you see a young mare and stallion go to leave the tidy little convenience store.
>Your eyes quickly glance over them, noting how the young mare and stallion practically leaned on each other as they trot to the large glass door.
>A quick pang of what you could only call envy bolted through your brain, but you quickly dismissed it as you reached a wing out to open the door for them.
>You beamed them a smile as they gave you the same friendly nod and smile
>”Thank you miss!”
>The mare’s sweet voice both cutting and caressing your ears as one twitched.
>You suppress the tangled feelings this simple and honest bit of decency elicited.
>As you trot into your new life as a convenience store mare, your brain chastises you, ‘You shouldn’t think like that Wah! You’ve got a new job to do and new coworkers to meet!’

I have Mare Fair fatigue

>>42905697
>Refocusing yourself you put some pep in your canter as you make your way to the counter where an older mare stood at the register.
>The greying mare immediately perked up, seeing such a familiar and bright face always got her in a good mood.
>”Oh hello Wah! You’re fifteen minutes early for your first shift. Just couldn’t wait could you?”
>You shook your head, beaming a bright smile as your wings fidgeted in equal parts from nerves and excitement.
“Yep! I want to give it my all Mrs. Bun!”
>The old Earth Pony gave a grandmotherly chuckle.
>”I can already tell hiring you was a good decision. Now where’d that colt go?”
>She looked around, behind the island register and spotted a rotund stallion restocking some chips.
>”Ohhhh Molly~ can you come take the register for me? I’ve got a new coworker to show around!”
>With a sigh the large, and by no means young, pony put aside the box of chips and trot over to the register island, reliving the elder mare of her position with a huff.
>”Can’t you just call me Molasses granny?”
>”Ohhhh don’t be a grump sweet stuff~”
>You try to hide your fluttery giggle, but it’s really no use.
>The stallion just roles his eyes and adjusts his Wawa branded hat with a hoof as he greeted you.
>”Hiyah Wah. Starting your first day huh? You nervous at all?”
“Oh no not at all Mr. Molasses!”
>Your always chipper voice expertly hiding the truth that deep down you were quite nervous.
>”That’s the spirit, filly! I’m sure you’ll do fine.”
>You beamed him a smile as Mrs. Bun motioned for you to follow her.
>Following the elderly mare your ears stood at attention as she led you through the store towards the back.
>It was almost impossible to hear her over your own awe at finally being able to enter the employees only section of the store.
>”So Wah dearie, let me introduce you to your other coworkers. Over there is Bubble Gum, she usually works nights, Your shifts overlap by an hour, so you won’t be alone when you start your shifts. Don’t mind if she’s a bit grouchy, it’s the end of her shift.”
>Your eyes glance over to see a tired young mare maybe a year or two older than you; she doesn’t look up from her work.

>>42905703
>As you were lead further back you feel your pulse rise as you’re led through the employees only door.
>As you reach the back of the store Mrs. Bun shows you to the break room first.
>A small room with a table and a few chairs.
>Sat in one of the chairs eating her breakfast was a mare maybe five years Wah’s senior.
>She quickly swallowed her muffin and held out a hoof, making her own introduction before Mrs. Bun could.
>”Hello there I’m Canned Carrots, but please, just call me Carrot.”
>You took the orange mare’s hoof and gave it an excited shake.
“Nice to meet you Carrot! I’m Wah Wah!”
>She giggled and shook her head.
>”I still can’t believe that’s your name. When manager Bun told us I thought it had to be a joke.”
>You just shook your head.
“Nope! Not a joke. My Mom named me that because she said that’s all I do, go ‘Wah Wah Wah’”.
>You tried to sound bubbly; however, this mare was perceptive, but graceful, merely giving you a strange look before continuing on.
>”Huh, anyway if you need anything I can tell you what’s what here if Mrs. Bun or Mr. Wheat aren’t around.”
>She looked over to the elder mare, chipping up.
>”Why don’t you introduce Miss Wah to the GM huh? I’m sure he’d like to meet a pony so excited to work here.”
>”Oh that’s the next stop dear! Here, lets go meet him right now. I promise he doesn’t bite.”
>You blinked a bit, now even more nervous. What the feather was that supposed to mean?
>But you didn’t have a choice.
>You waved goodbye to your new coworker and followed Mrs. Bun to your next, and last stop.
>Really it was just three hoof steps down the hall, the manager’s office.
>Inside a middle-aged stallion sat on his flanks, pen in mouth and adding machine at his side.
>He didn’t notice at first, too lost in his paperwork to see the ponies in his doorway.
>A gentle “ahem” from your tour guide caused him to look over.
>A sudden energy overtook the stallion as he spit out the pen, stood up, and made his manager’s uniform proper before holding his hoof out to you.
>You hesitated to take it, not only because he was your new boss… but this was the first stallion’s hoof you’d touched in… you don’t even know how long.
>And buck he was handsome too.
>He’s got to have a herd of like three or four mares!
>The hesitation only lasted a second but it felt unmistakable to you as you grabbed his hoof.
>He shook with authority and well-mannered grace.
>Oh feathers, don’t get flustered!
>”I’m general manager Buck Wheat. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you Miss Wah Wah.”
“Y-you have?”
>Your voice cracked a little as your wings flustered at your sides from the nerves.
>”Yep, with a name like yours I figure you’ll be a perfect new recruit to our team! And by Celestia I’m already impressed, your mane and coat are our corporate colors! And what’s that goose cutiemark of yours?”

>>42905705
>Oh FEATHERS! He already looked at your tiny stupid rump?
>You did your best to keep your tone high energy and chipper as you turned to show off the flying goose on your rear.
“Yes sir! I got it while I was out flying with a bunch of birds a few years ago. I was trying to fly in formation with them and then it just appeared. I think it means I’m really good at following orders.”
>He nodded at your explanation, his eyes only glancing at your flank and nowhere else momentarily, otherwise maintaining eye contact with you.
>”Well then, I think you’ll do great here. But, you know there’s always a leader for every flock.
>He gave you a wink that set your heart a flutter and an insuppressible blush across your face.
>W-what the flying feather was that supposed to mean? Was he hitting on you? No dummy, stupid! He’s your boss. Boss ponies aren’t supposed to do that.
“Y-yes sir! Right sir!”
>He gave a little chuckle as his tone became more corporate.
>”At ease, no need to over think it. Welcome aboard. We run a tight ship here, but we’re all partners in this. I’ve heard plenty of stores from my shift manager Mrs. Bun about how you come in all the time. So, I’m sure you’re familiar with the store. We’ll have you start training on the sandwich counter with Carrot and Bubblegum. But in your down time I expect you to help wherever you can. As long as you always give it one hundred percent you’ll always be rewarded. That’s my promise to you Miss. Wah.”
>He shot you a subdued smile and nod that you returned in kind.
“Yes sir! Mr. Wheat sir!”
>You did your best attempt at a salute, standing at attention for your new Big Boss.
>He just gave you a boisterous snort and a happy little shake of the head.
“No need for all that, just call me Mr. Wheat.”
>You felt your self visibly relax as your nerves settled themselves.
>While your mind still reeled from the interaction, your new general manager turned to Mrs. Bun.
>”Well, Mrs. Apple Buns, lets keep things rolling. How about you go get Bubblegum to show Miss. Wah how the sandwich station works.
>”Aye aye captain!”
>Mrs. Bun gave a playful little salute to her boss and motioned for you to follow.
>Again, trying to keep your mind clear you trot along into your new life as a working mare.
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>>42905708
>Be a permanently tired young bat mare.
>Night was right around the corner, but you were always up a bit early.
>You always tried to get out of your parent’s house before any pony else woke up
>While you were an avid enjoyer of Luna’s blessed night, you’d come to enjoy seeing Celestia’s sun set.
>Some bits jingled in your saddlebag as you flew.
>Not much, but it was a combination of what your parents gave you and some bits you made helping ponies around town with stuff.
>Nothing really, just moving stuff or helping pick some fruit by moonlight.
>You particularly like the harvesting jobs because it always meant a free meal.
>But they’d finished the peach harvest and apples were still a month away.
>Still, anything to get you out of your parent’s house was a plus.
>Not like they wanted you there anyway…
>Five bits a day to keep you away so your dad could enjoy his little two-mare-herd without his eldest daughter trotting in on him and your moms mid rut.
>It wasn’t a bad deal if it wasn’t so gross to you.
>It almost caused you to retch if you also didn’t happen to feel a weird sort of jealousy.
>You needed friends or a herd of your own.
>But being alone was so much more peaceful.
>But being part of a herd would be even better!
>Too bad you’re just some dumb, poor, barely-older-than-a-filly-mare.
>Bucking stupid mind, get off that gross subject and focus on what’s important.
>An evening breakfast!
>And since you had some extra bits, why not splurge at the Wawa?
>You are Swing Shift a young and useless bat pony in a town that seemed to be brimming with ponies insulting you with their mere existence.
>As you land in front of the well-lit convenience store you go to open the door only for a unicorn stallion to do it for you.
>His smile makes you want to buck him, but you bite your tongue and squeak out a little.
“Thank you”
>He probably didn’t hear, but he nodded and let you enter before leaving himself.
>Probably off to rut some mare or something stupid like that.
>You wish you were that mare…
>’Buck my mind.’ You think to yourself
>As you peruse the store you go up to the sandwich counter and see an orange mare behind the little glass sanitary screen.
>She gives you a smile and asks.
>”What can we make for you?”
“I’ll have an ughhhhh… mango and sharp cheddar hoagie with arugula and lemon-orange sauce.”

>>42905715
>As you spoke the mare wrote your order down on a notepad, then tore off the bottom and hoofed it over the glass screen to you.
>”Your number is seven seventy seven. Hah must be lucky!”
>You just take the slip, nodding but snorting.
>You didn’t feel all that lucky, but whatever you sun loving orange mare.
>As you trot away you saw her moving out of sight into a little room at the end of the sandwich counter.
>You didn’t pay her any more mind as you trot over to the wall of juices to choose from.
>Wow they had a lot to choose from.
>Like ten different mango mixes, berry juices you’d never heard of, and every kind of apple mix that could be made.
>It took you way too long to just pick out a basic apple juice.
>Without looking you turned around and
>Oof!
>You reeled as you nearly fell on your rump.
>Looking forward you saw a worried middle-aged stallion.
>It had felt like you’d run right into a mountain.
>”Sorry miss, are you alright?”
>Your mind went blank as you looked up to the taller stallion.
>Your leathery wings rustled as your mind went blank, but your eyes drifted upwards.
>He was sturdy, sharply dressed, and without a doubt the stallion of a herd.
>Oh buck he was starting to look at you weird! Quick say something!
“U-ughh eeee thank you.”
>WHAT THE BUCK WAS THAT!?
>”Huh?”
>You quickly trot away towards the cash register, only blurting out a feeble.
“Yeah! No problem!”
>You couldn’t bear to look back, but you could feel his gaze on you.
>He better not be looking at your flanks! Perv!
>As you composed yourself at the cash register, you snuck a glance back to him.
>But all he was doing was reorganizing the juices and inspecting them.
>Wait, was that a manager’s uniform he’s wearing?
>You’re interrupted by a gentle and kind voice, causing your brain to refocus on the here and now.
>”Hello dearie, is that all for you this evening?”
>You turn to notice an older mare with a genuinely caring smile on her lips looking to you.
“O-oh yeah, no I mean, can you ughhh throw in one of those super-pony energy drinks?”
>The older mare just went to grab one of the little bottles of concentrated caffeine and sugar from behind the counter and punched in a number to her register.
>”Getting your night started with a kick huh?”
>Her sweetness made you feel like you were already having a sugar crash.

>>42905719
“Yeah I guess. I just, you know, like the flavor.”
>As she punched in the prices for the rest of your stuff she continued with the small talk.
>”Oh I could never do that stuff myself. Have you ever tried coffee?”
“Isn’t that stuff bitter as Tartarus?”
>”Yeah, but I like the taste. You should try it sometime. It’s cheaper than the super-pony drinks and any size is only a bit here~”
>Of course, she was trying to sell you something more… but hey, at least she was pretty nice for an old coot.
>”That’ll be eight bits miss.”
>Reaching into your small saddle bag you fish out a five-bit coin and three one-bit coins and deposit them on the counter.
>”Perfect! And I think your sandwich is ready too.”
>As she hoofed you your slip, now stamped “paid”, you couldn’t help but crack a little smile at the sweet, old mare.
>Turning your attention to the sandwich counter, your eyes widened as you spotted some pony unexpected.
>That wasn’t the weird carrot colored mare wrapping your hoagie.
>No it was a young pegasus with colors awfully similar to the store you were in.
>She was deep in concentration rolling your hoagie in their signature paper, making sure it was just perfect.
>Her mane was tied into a messy bun; her fur was also messed up.
>There were some sauce stains on her forelegs and one across her freckled cheek.
>She was kind of small, thin, and the way she wore her little Wawa visor made her mane poke through over her eyes just a bit.
>She’s really pretty.
>Buck were you staring?
>You avert your eyes for just a moment, she hadn’t seen you yet.
>But your attention was drawn back to her as she hesitantly called out.
>”Order seven-seven-seven?”
>Bucking buck, don’t think, just go, get your stupid hoagie and don’t think about how bucking lonely your night was about to get.

>>42905721
>Gingerly you trot over.
>She was watching you with wide, golden eyes.
>As you got there you hesitated again, but pushed your paid slip towards her and meekly blurted out while looking down at the counter.
“Yeah, order with all the sevens.”
>You waited a moment, but there wasn’t a response.
>Okay what the buck?
>After another moment without a response you had to look up, and when you did your heart skipped a beat.
>She was staring at you, like staring staring.
>Then she looked away quickly and cleared her throat, pushing the perfectly wrapped hoagie towards you.
>Instinctually you reached out, and… buck!
>Your hoof grazed hers as you grabbed your breakfast.
>Your coat stood on end as you quickly pulled back with your food.
>She did the same, then looked away before making the chirpiest sound you’d ever heard from a pony.
>”Sorry! H-hope you like the sandwich!”
>You pushed out a weak
“You too.”
>Oh what the buck! Again, stupid bucking brain!
>Before you could face your shame you left the store as quickly as you could.
>But once you were outside you had to look back through the windows of the store.
>She was still there at the counter… looking right back at you.
>She smiled, you blinked.
>Then she waved and you nodded before you turned and let your fidgety wings carry you into the twilight sky.


That's all for now. I'll have more written soon. Thank you for reading Anon.

>>42905841
>can't make a single reply without a canned phrase or nuchan buzzword
>>>/v/

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>>42905845
Basedjackers are easy to spot because they lack the intelligence to actually come up with any real trolling. Anyway though, as much as I appreciate their bumps, lets post some convenience mare rumps!

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>>42906187
Mega cute! I also like the name too. Though she'd have to change it once (if) she ever got promoted. Don't ask about the poor mare named Minimum Wage

>>42906222
The nightshift is a cute too

>>42906248
Did (you) draw>>42906187 I can't find it on the boorus.

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>>42906254
Yes indeed I did! There might be this version on the boorus I think

>>42905692
>What do you think they did before they were convenience store mares?
They were probably in school, or maybe they’re still in university.
>What other convenience store mares exist out there?
7-11, CVS, Tinee Giant, etc.
>Would you a convenience store mare?
I know better than to mistake their kindness and courtesy for romantic interest.