previous >>43231330ITT: Let's explore any and all sorts of ideas for the underutilized and under-developed Shadowbolts from Equestria Girls.---Completed Stories:Treating Miss Sweet by ChurroAnon- https://pastebin.com/7r8iCJ2U---Ongoing Stories:To Listen (Part 1) by AlexanderGrey- https://pastebin.com/c6D2XDbLGame of Headphones (Part 2) by AlexanderGrey- https://pastebin.com/Sx1M6gnBMusic Is Coming (Part 3) by Alexander Grey- https://pastebin.com/4c5BLWLd---Shamelessly stolen writing guides:- https://pastebin.com/V1ujiyJt- https://pastebin.com/whCQ2GpX- https://pastebin.com/bnMmZ2T3Other Shadowbolt links: https://pastebin.com/wYy0FyrAhttps://ponepaste.org/3740
>>43437911Based Dragonball reference
>>43437911Will there be more of that french student lemon zest green
>>43437595>>43437599lmao very very good, anon>>43437441damn you gave me an idea regarding another idea I already had, ty
>>43438473What’s the idea?
deciding if i want to deal with finishing this one. i'll probably come around to it later tonight. this is probably the most characters i've had to draw for anything in a while. this is either a part .5 or part 2 to my drawing in the last thread, whatever is marginally funnier.
>>43439464lemon zest only has one expression because she's the one starting the chain. sugarcoat only has one expression because she only has one expression. also this looks like a scene from a shitty movie musical you'd find at walmart and that rules
Question for the thread, what is your favorite duo of shadow bolts and why? Mine definitely has to be Sour Sweet and Sunny Flare. On the surface, they both seem like kind of generic mean girls, but with how back and forth Sweet and Sour is, Sunny Flare almost seems friendly.
>>43439464>>43439865I like it!
>>43440106i like sour sweet and sugarcoat. extreme emotion that may or may not be real vs extreme lack of emotion but you know she means it. there are so many options for how to play their dynamic and it can basically always work
>>43440121This is also a really strong combo, It's hard to beat Sugar Coat's whole gimmick. Obviously none of the Shadowbolts have enough screen time to be super developed, but she and Sour Sweet are strong enough in their Bits.
>>43439464Why did i think lining 19 bust character shots was a good idea
>>43440572>because you're a fucking idiot.
>>43440580>I hope you get scrapie you stupid horse
>>43440425i like that sour's Bit is just being a fucking bitch. like all the others you can spin as oh haha it's an element of harmony taken to an extreme (brutal honesty, fanatic loyalty, etc) and then the bit of kindness is what if it was all fake and she fucking hated you. what if she wanted you to die. what if she killed your dog
>>43440604dude i'm pretty sure she's not the kindness foil, that's Lemon Zest or something. She's just Like That. For Fun.
>>43439464Great ( ˙༥˙ ) Well done
>>43440600W-what is scrapie?
>>43441554prion disease :/
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which shadowbolt do you guys think is most likely to get prion disease?
>>43442674Lemon Zest, from drugs. (I do not know what prion means)
>>43442693yeah you know what. why the hell not. Lemon Zest is chuffing that shit that makes the proteins in your brain start folding to death
>>43442705she gives indigo a hit and it makes her aware
>>43440572update: 8 of 19 lined. got sidetracked with some other drawings but i'll get back to this soon.
>>43403490 >>43406606 >>43407943 I hope this author will hurry up and deliver my commission to me. It's been over half a year, and every month they say it will definitely be next time... Sigh, the adventure outfit and swimsuit of Shadowbolts that I ordered...>>43443165Your emojis are so vivid and lifelike, they give me more room for imagination in the future. (ゝ∀・)b
>>43440604Her BPD is the glue holding the friend group together. Against their will
>>43441091The perfect humare doesn't exi-
>>43438924Something like Lolita, but with Anon as Humbert and Trixie as Lola, maybe with Anon eventually becoming a teacher in CHS so we can include more characters.But the idea of doing it with Cinch isn’t bad (even though she’s not a character I’m crazy about, but how many stories are there with Cinch as the protagonist? It would be cool to contribute to that).I like the idea not so much because I’m a pedo or because I love that novel, but because I still don’t feel confident enough to write dialogues, so getting started in writing with a first-person story could help me, and what better way to do it than with something creepy?>>43439464>>43443165Silly question, but are those and the other two from the previous thread yours?Wow, they're really good!! I love your styleAren't you on boorus? I don't remember seeing your art there
>>43442473EQG Stream this Sunday!We'll be watching "Spring Breakdown"!And playing Unreal Tournament 2004 and Gartic Phone!>Countdownhttps://www.tickcounter.com/countdown/11258792/eqg-streamHoping to see you there!
>>43443414i really like this actually. every so often two of the others will have a fight big enough that it risks actually making them all stop hanging out and sour breaks out the big guns and the other four have to each drag a limb back from the crystal prep rooftop while she screams at them. in a shared glance over her wild flailings they all realize they are Best Friends Forever
>>43444427I like the idea here, I was about to argue with the choice of Trixie but when I thought about it, she really is the right amount of headstrong and immature to get pulled into a situation like Lo. Also, yes, those are mine! Thank you! I'm not on any pony boorus, as far as I know. I think some of my art is on the /co/ booru, but otherwise no. I tend to draw more for personal use and on very very small accounts. I could post some of my stuff, I guess? It's not like there's an overwhelm of niche weird shadowbolts art.
>>43444545I also want to try fixing Principal Cinch in the other world,so that she is no longer so harsh and learns to appreciate each student's talents.And after detoxification, the villain can only be played by Rosette Nebula instead.
>>43444545there SHOULD be an overwhelm of niche weird shadowbolts art.
>>43444457Can’t wait
>>43440604THIS.
>>43444457Sugarcoat should go nude tubing.
>>43438473Spoilers please.
>>43445588triple doubles for a triple-crossing double-faced bitch. i wonder if she and adagio would get along they're kind of the two biggest unnecessary assholes in the movies
>>43444427That’s hot..
>>43446001Based
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>>43447972they want to keep chadowbolts punished with page 10 for the crime of going to bed. this cannot continue
>>43448008>8008>nicewhich Shadowbolt has the smallest bust and why is it Sour Sweet?
>>43448202She did before puberty but then she passed everyone else and got smug about it.
>>43448230>you're stuffing your shirt and it looks really bad. you should stop doing that.
>>43448237>YOU DIDN'T GET YOUR PERIOD UNTIL TENTH GRADE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
>>43448288Oof, rough.
>>43448288>HEY EVERYONE! I JUST HEARD SOUR SWEET SAYING SHE DIDN'T GET HER PERIOD TILL TENTH GRADE! I KNEWWWWW IT!
>>43448694lmaoClassic Indigo
>>43448694
okay, fine, I might have to watch the specials. whatever the hell is going on here is working on me
>>43449020EqG girls are known to be pure boner fuel.
>>43449478moments before sour sweet beating the shit out of twilight for no reason whatsoever
they should have made lenticular sour sweet bitch merch official
>>43449892They should've done a lot of things with Shadowbolts. Instead of, you know, nothing.
>>43450132they're full characters in my heart <3
More OC for you guys. I promise i'll keep working on that The Gossip spoof, they just never tell you how much drawing 19 bust side shots SUCKS
>>43450203sour sweet looks like she has to draw 19 bust side shots. she might be the best chud rep in the show if you think about it she keeps flipping between it's over and we're back and she fucking hates every woman with whom she interacts
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h840tT_FEW8 i made this stupid bullshit and i am not brave enough to ununlist it so it's a shadowbolts thread exclusive. only for real ass fans
>>43450283YEP. this is good.
>>43450283>Sunny as "I'm too in this episode"I kekedSilly vid
>>43450744Too real
>>43450744yeah that was the whole inspiration for doing this bit I watched dance magic and was like why the fuck did they cut indigo when sunny DOESN'T DO ANYTHING. like what did indigo zap do to piss them off that bad? (I think she got a boyfriend and it ruined the group dynamic and they don't hang out now)
>>43451007>Why the fuck did they cut indigo when sunny DOESN'T DO ANYTHING?!She was on a yatch trip.
>>43451272are the preps different levels of rich? i've never thought about that. i mean they can obviously all afford fancy private school but there's a lot of variance there between "my parents cared about my education and saved up for this" and "my dad owns seven boats and they all live on one giant boat"
>>43451007>Sunny doesn't do anything and yet she drives people madSunnychads can't stop winning!!>>43451272>She was on a yatch triphttps://poneb.in/LgTAh6H8
>>43451286it's kind of a great bit desu. everyone got that one friend who doesn't do much but she's there. is sunny coming? yeah probably
>>43450283I had a laugh, good shit.
>>43450203Gem.
Sunny Flare, pony or eqgirl.
Indigo Zap slapping Sugarcoat, ponies or eqgirls.
Lemon Zest, mare or woman.
Lemon Zest, ponified or eqgirlified.
Sour Sweet.
Sunny flare.
Sugarcoat.
>>43452080Wrong image.
>>43452149Sorry.
>>43452099what is she full of? definitely not sugar she's built like the letter i
>>43452194Apples?
>>43452080Go spam in the drawfag thread
telling sour sweet she looks like the simpsons and she hates me forever i had this as a nightmare
>>43452467Tell her she’s one of the hot ones
>>43452554I feel like that will make it worse>>43453141This pone is so kissable...
>>43453141i can't believe indigo ditched her friends to turn into a horse and be in that other show. sad!
>>43453397>I feel like that will make it worseHow so?
>>43450283Very nice
>>43453497>and be in that other showAnd just in time too
I've been knocking a fic idea around in my head all day, so you lot get to put up with my bullshit again. Going for something in the style of your typical YA-girlslop like Dear Dumb Diary or Dork Diaries (but probably not in diary format. probably.)>For the first time in literally ever, Sour Sweet is alone. Totally, utterly, humiliatingly alone. The Tenth grade has barely just started and she’s already about to lose her MIND. Her best friend, Sunny Flare has been acting like she's the smartest thing since sliced bread after her family spent the entire summer in Europe. Between Indigo Zap going sports-crazy over the tryouts for the soccer team (and track team (AND volleyball team)) and Lemon Zest serving out the rest of her ISS from last year’s End-Of-School prank, Sour Sweet isn't sure how much more of this she can take. Just to make matters worse, Sugarcoat has completely iced her out after she ditched their summer plans, which totally wasn't her fault and she just needs to get over herself!>In a last ditch effort to avoid the crushing weight of total social isolation, Sour Sweet turns to the last person she wants to ask- and the last person who could ever say no to hanging out with her -Twilight Sparkle. >Twilight is the definition of a dweeb. She eats her weird allergen-free lunch in the hallway, shuts herself in an old janitor's closet between classes, and, somehow, didn't make a single friend all of freshman year. Best case scenario, Sour Sweet might be able to whip her into shape, but at worst, she walks away with enough ammo on the egghead to make the rest of the year a living nightmare, as soon as her numbskull friends get their acts together. >Or at least, that's what she thinks until Twilight shuts her down almost instantly. Scorned but not dissuaded, Sour Sweet isn't about to give in. She's not spending the start of sophomore year alone, whether Twilight likes it or not.
>>43455004I'll see how long this idea sticks with me, but it seems like a fun chance to play around with the characters. obviously, this is pre-EG:FG and not canon compliant, but really, sometimes a little less canon is best canon.
>>43455004this is classic shit i would have read this in one sitting in a barnes and noble when i was ten
>>43455007I like it
>>43450741Beautiful.
>>43455880I know, right?
>>43444457EQG Stream tomorrow!>Countdownhttps://www.tickcounter.com/countdown/11258792/eqg-stream
>>43456480watching a movie with these freaks would be a harrowing experience. indigo talking about some bullshit the whole time. lemon's phone going off really loud every ten seconds. sunny flare. sugarcoat pointing out "plot holes" nobody else cares about. sour sweet acting like she's team mom making everyone get along but it's actually just her yelling at the others to shut up. we ain't watching shit
More Sour Sweet is strictly mandatory.
>>43457200trve... so.. fvcking... trve...
>>43457200
>>43456480less than 3 hours to go!>Countdownhttps://www.tickcounter.com/countdown/11258792/eqg-stream>Cytubehttps://cytu dot be/r/EQG-Stream
>>43458460starting!>Cytubehttps://cytu dot be/r/EQG-Streamhttps://cytu dot be/r/EQG-Streamhttps://cytu dot be/r/EQG-Stream
lets all be best friends and not tell sci-twi
>>43459060this is really good. sugarcoat so cute and sour sweet looks fucking devilish.also i got this sent to me and i'm convinced it's canon. they are the same color. and it gives sunny something to do! i doubt i'm gonna be writing any shadows soon but if anyone plans to this is a cool idea i think
>>43459282I think it's one of the popular fanons but only because there's nothing really going on for Sunny otherwise.
>>43459831your choices for sunny characterizations is either a burger with nothing on it or a burger with nothing on it that you imagine really hard has like All of the fixings
>>43460217Sexy Sour Sweet
>>43459060FINALLY. someone gets them right.
Did anon ever come back to writing that green about fixing a car for sour sweet? I really liked how that one was going
>>43461014Mechanic Anon green?
>>43421827
there's not enough activity in the shadowbolt's thread. Beating Sunny Flare will continue until morale improves.
>>43462619If only the artist were still around.
i've been thinking about her non stop for the past few days and she looks so fucking stupid. what am i doing with my life.
>>43462782she is known to have this effect on her targets
>>43462782She just looks hot to me
>>43461888>>43462282Based
>>43462782She knows how to grab your attention
>>43463914NTA but I'd like to grab something of hers as well.
>>43462782why is she wearing a vest over a long blouse shirt over a dress i've never noticed this what the fuck is she doing. what temperature is she. why does she have a bow tie on
>>43464278>over a dressyou can't be this fucking retarded
>>43462619stop
>>43464377Where do you think we are?
>>43464278Her bow tie is covering a low cut cleavage.
>>43464898something is wrong with her and i intend on taking full advantage of that
>>43465404oh my god it actually is covering a low cut. look at what's under lemon's bow vs sour's. why is she doing all that
>>43465413She wants to show off her cleavage whenever she "loses" her bowtie whenever the teachers aren't around to catch her breaking school dress code.
>>43465404Same
>>43465920>Her face when you unexpectedly agree with her roast
>>43465920she's so cute when she's blushingalthough I don't thnk Sugarcoat is a tsundere at all
>>43466204She’s cute in a lot of ways
>>43464898are crystal prep boys falling for the sour sweet meme or is she just doing that for fun
>>43465592I don't like this. Take it back
>>43466872More for me then
I need someone to take Sour Sweet away from me There's not nearly enough actually going on with this character to make me this invested. if you saw the first one no you didn't
>>43468366desuarchive probably logged it anyway
>>43466872so that's why she's like this.
>>43468393Oh I'm sure, I don't actually care
>>43468366beautiful drawing, anon!!I love your style
Well, I think it's time to bring this back! Although for now, I'd prefer that we go through another round with the last two fanfics from last time, since only one anon gave their opinion:https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/43096267/#43128817>Shadowbolt BookclubBasically, we commit to reading some short fanfics about these girls during the week, and the following weekend we'll analyze them and use them as discussion points to see if anything interesting comes of it (or not, but hey, at least we're exploring Shadowbolt content).Check out the club's Google Spreadsheet to see which ones we're currently reading, which ones we've already read, and suggest future reads!>https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1dSmb1f1iGtE77swEj2LDT6p5NOm2jinVZif9sfLLmEsThis week's stories are (same as last time):>"A Small Dose of Sugar"https://www.fimfiction.net/story/370312/a-small-dose-of-sugar>"What was Crystal Prep's Sugarcoat like as a little girl? Let's find out, shall we?">6.2k wordsand>"When Zest and Zap Killed Principal Cinch"https://www.fimfiction.net/story/345513/when-zest-and-zap-killed-principal-cinch>"Lemon Zest and Indigo have a boring day at school and decided to mix them up. But their kind of fun usually comes with some sort of horrible unintentional twist.">2.1k words
>>43468857I think it would be better to make this last two weeks instead of one, although nothing’s stopping you from writing about the fanfics you’ve read soonerBut since we’re doing a rerun of fanfics we already used last time, I think it would be good to set the date for Saturday, September 6
>>43468857might take a little bit to get around to it but I might
>>43421827>>43463329
>>43470084Aren't they seniors?
>>43468857this seems fun. i'll try to give these a read soon.>>43468366sour sweet will be played by ryan gosling in the live action adaptation of friendship games
>>43470887why go to the trouble of giving her jeans here
>>43470887getting autistic about a character no one cares about will have you using color filter layers you've never even considered before
>>43471074This pose feels familiar...
>>43471038Cause it’s hot.>>43471074Excellent work drawfriend! I wonder if she’s wearing matching panties… or if she’s too shy to take off her favorite jeans and strips out of her bra instead
>>43470084Nice
>>43471038Some men like good jeans.
>>43472649some men like what's under them
>>43472971Gay.
I'm going to try drawing more Sour Sweet pinups so if that appeals to you freaks I'm open to suggestions
>>43473201She hates her large chest (she gets bullied for it)
>>43473201What this anon said>>43473206 but she’s being lewdly bullied
>>43473339They have good jeans.
>>43471597Maybe she just needs a little encouragement?
>>43473206>>43473215I'll consider. might not make 'em Large large but the idea is fun
>>43473606Amazing, beautiful work drawfriend.
>>43473606sooooooooo fucking goodCelestia bless you, drawfriend
>>43473649I definitely wouldn’t want them oversized either, but still big enough to really jiggle when she shakes them around.
>>43474033>>43473649That's why she get's bullied.
>>43473606>temporary tattoos>she's covered in them>she keeps some, refreshing them when the tiniest speck flakes off, giving the impression she has real ones>they all look realAlso be careful it's good that you spoilered.
>>43472978No, you
>>43473649Looking forward to this one!
>>43474821freckles are perfection
>>43474114i like to think she's stupid enough to have a few already, but good luck guessing which ones are real
yeah okay what if sunny flare and indigo zap had older sisters who lezz out on stage. this is why they don't talk to each other.
>>43476142the zaps have the same "last name" so i buy it. i don't really see sunny and k-lo actually being related but that bitch sure is blue. supernova zap literally is not fast there is no reason to call her zap if it's not relating her to indy
>>43473606>>43473649I'm excited now. You have a page or place where you store your art? I really like your style.
>>43470130Maybe
>>43476142thanks for the headcanon
>>43476437Thanks anon, but at the moment, not really. Most of my accounts are some combination of private, inactive, or have most search visibility limited. My stuff usually only pops on on boorus when other people put it there, which I don't mind.I have a locked up tumblr that is 99% archiving various drawfaggotry i've done, so that may pop up eventually, if anything
>>43477617Would be a lot cooler if you had an artist tag or something that can be typed into a booru search where we can find all or most of your work in one place.
Art from finger bang thread.Naked althttps://files.catbox.moe/kjzymp.png
>>43478215Sweet bitch girls, drawfag. I like it.
>>43478124Noted. Is there a prefered booru of choice?
>>43479404I want to say derpibooru but some anons might ree at me for that over what happened 6 years ago. But derpibooru anyway.
>>43478215Nice!
>>43478215Good stuff
>>43476142They should have a four way
>>43473339Based
>>43481329Don't threaten me with a good time
>>43473649Sorry.
>>43482450long hair indigo is really strange to me. who is that and what does she want. sugarcoat knows something is wrong
>>43482481I agree. Too used to her being a tomboy.
>>43482450You can tell it was Lemon's idea
>>43473606Very beautiful.
>>43481918I will! And you’ll love it!
Favorite Shadowbolts pairing? romantic or platonic.I really like Indigo and Lemon as a duo, they feel really in tune with each other, just on vibes
>>43485220indigo and lemon are nice. i think sour sweet and sugarcoat are my favorite platonic pair. not just because they're my favorites but because fake nice and real blunt play off each other so well. for any line one of them says the other is almost guaranteed to have a really natural funny followup if you want her to. you could put those two in literally any situation and it would probably work
>>43473201Indigo Zap likes girly/feminine stuff. Not in secret. She's not a RD clone.
>>43474821>when you sneak in after school and roleplay as an economics teacher and a student who doesn't understand money (it was her idea)
>>43485742Sounds cute
>>43485220sour sweet and herself
>>43468857>>43468858Reminder that the Shadowbolt Bookclub is a thing, and next Saturday is the (not that serious) endline!The idea behind having two fanfics isn't that you have to read both of them, you can read just the one that interests you and discuss it here.Once Saturday cames, you can post about the fanfics, but it's fine if you do it a day before, a day after, or whenever works for youThis is meant to spark discussion; it's not a class or anything like that
>>43486454Very based
>>43486473SIR YESSIR
>>43487257Let's enjoy summer while it's still here.
>>43487987Seconding this
>>43486473I really want to see more creations of them adventuring together.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OGtaE46t-Mw
>>43485737She knows she hits that specific appeal of a fit woman in elegant, lacy wear
>>43488441Indigo you're supposed to wear that under your clothes
>>43489021she don't care
>>43488876happy sugarcoat :)
>>43482450Sugarcoat looks like she has the Weiss Schnee haircut
>>43488876In the background of Friendship Games there is a secret blink and you’ll miss it E-plot about Cinch also extorting Sugar Coat to join the competition to win a good referral for her application to a prestigious dance school.
>>43491136>you need to write me that rec letter or i'll tell everyone you're raping twilight. you really don't want me to do that.
>>43491216And that’s how sugarcoat joined twilight in the fun that day
>>43492022She already has enough cushion for the pushing.
>>43492583Not only in the back but a little bit in the front too >>43493128
>>43485220Lemon Zest And Sour Sweet
>>43494288Such a beautiful figure
>>43485220Playing Werewolf together, good partners.
>>43468857Time to share your opinions/reviews/whatever about the fanfics!Nothing's stopping you from speedrunning them now and posting whatever you want about them; today, tomorrow, or whenever you want.I'll post mine later, but I'll just say that I liked “When Zest and Zap Killed Principal Cinch” more than I thought I would
>>43495246i really enjoyed the characterization of zest and zap and their friendship (just calling them that does a lot, i think). lemon zest freaking out was consistently funny. fucking bucket chucker and wax on was an incredible bit. i think the prose was a little messy, but i feel like a dick even saying that about 2016 shadowfic. i might poke around and see what this writer's done more recently. i haven't read the sugarcoat one yet, but i may speedrun it soon...
>>43495240No way they stayed hidden for another minute.
>>43493128>>43494288Great view
>>43495246>"When Zest and Zap Killed Principal Cinch"It's fun; I like the dynamic between Indi and Lemon, they really feel like two little girls getting into mischief together, and there were some lines that actually made me chuckle.I'm not a huge fan of the part where it spoils that they didn't kill Cinch, though.Considering we're talking about a fic that's barely over 2k words, I feel like they could've left that out and created a little more tension, even if it's just a comedy ficStill, it's cool, and I like that Cinch isn't evil. Yeah, "Cinch not-Cinch" sounds like a meme, but it's adorable; I just like the mental image of Indi and Lemon hugging Cinch when they realize she's alive (even if the reason isn't exactly because they love her)https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/43096267/#43128817>I was initially thinking that maybe somehow they only blew Cinch's clothes off and she was hiding out of embarrassmentI also thought of something along those lines, I feel like there was some comedic potential that got lost there; having Cinch simply show up walking around is pretty lameThere are so many absurd possibilities you could come up with to explain why Cinch's clothes were lying around in her office with her nowhere to be seen... What comes to mind for (You), the anon reading this?At the end, this fic works because, at least to me, it's clearly inspired by a somewhat anime-ish style from a couple of decades agoAnd I don't know about you, but I absolutely love that style for a Shadowbolts-focused spinoff show.Overall, it's good. Nothing crazy, but I laughedShame the author doesn't have many other Shadowbolts fics, but we'll get around to reading those ones eventually
>>43498979>>43496847I love them
Bump
>the Sour Sweet thread died
>>43500529Link? I’d love to see the pics at least.
>>43500529F
>>43501828Cute!
>>43500750Check the archive I guess
Ok guys, if we want to see high-quality content of our girls in 2026, we have to get to work>>43502774>>43503642This guy makes incredible EQG models, and while he’s making a lot of different characters, I highly doubt he’ll eventually make the Shadowbolts unless he has people filling his comment section thanking him for his work and dropping hints (some subtle, others more direct) about making characters like the Shadowbolts or other that aren’t usually a priority for this kind of content creator.It won’t take more than a second, and it’s a nice way to let a content creator know that there are people paying attention to their work and who want to see more of certain characters, or at least more EQG content.That's the only way to guarantee the existence of the content we want: honest feedback, delivered in the best way possible.If you can read the posts I’m cross-threading and contribute your own little bit, I’d appreciate it
>>43501828>>43503119>>43503537Such delicious bodies
>>43503667Well looks like I’m making an account as soon as I can get around to it
>>43499860Hard not to
>>43498343She is superior after all
>>43505096Damn, she's cute!
>>43505096not shown: lemon dumping a big bucket of paint on sunny's head between each shot
>>43503667feedbackbros can't stop winning I guesslet's keep leaving him nice comments, the guy deserves it
>>43505500It's a very effective way to change someone's hair color in minimal time
>>43506741>>43507279>>43507704Unf
>>43507704easily best girl
>>43509322She's got a lot going on
>>43509322
>>43505500Lmao nice, I love the idea of her doing that
>>43509789Nice
>>43506741I want to play a game.
>>43510300Revenge for all those years of being picked on
>>43509323What is she recording half-naked in the dead of night?
>>43510673A solo guide on how to remove bras and panties while dancing
>>43510994Sweet video
>>43509789Beautiful Zesty
>>43507704>>43509789More like these please
>>43505725Wholesome screencap to be honest
>>43473206breast shaming (eqg world is NOT our world)
>>43511355She would absolutely paywall it. But she'd be too honest to get mad at people for pirating it.
>>43513199sugarcoat would absolutely keep a running tab of who owes her exact amounts of money and come to collect. she might well charge interest too. "you're really broke. the local bank has a higher rate than i do and you can't pay me back. you need to be better with your finances. if you don't give me that $7.23 by the end of this week it's going to get worse."
>>43513219>then even more people pirate it and she has to contradict her own blunt honesty with extra security measures or else she loses money
>>43510673Swimming lessons
>>43513262She should have done a crypto rugpull
>>43513639At home? There's a special pool for the kind of swimming lessons she is recording.
>>43514189I’ve seen images of this pool room but the context flies over my head every time.
>>43514189Very based
>>43515602>When he calls you a “sour patch kid” in a derogatory way
>>43514437Frequent porn shooting location.
>>43514189>>43514437>>43516407That water must contain traces of god knows what
>>43510300She doesn’t have the guts to play.
>>43516458Three generations of syphilis
>>43505096Nice and lol
>>43516458Just don't light any night light on it, and the trauma won't set in.
>>43517553I think you mean blacklight.
>>43517689You know what I mean. As long as you don't turn that light on, the water won't go from blue to white.
>>43503667I really wanna see the SB6.
>>43518554hey guys
>>43518916Hi Anon
>>43515602I had a nightmare like this once
>>43519269"Like this"??
>>43519918That is so cute, they should snuggle
>>43519918lovely
>>43519918>>43520188And maybe kiss
>>43520833The rest of that pic is peak
>>43521816There's a full version?
>>43521836https://derpibooru.org/images/995304Original pic is from a while ago.
>>43521844>https://derpibooru.org/images/995304Appreciate it.
>>43520188Yeah, with me.
>>43513219>She shows up at your door at 3am with a baseball bat if you missed 3 payments
>>43522357horrible autistic Mobster Shadowbolts fic. invest in this
>>43522474seconding
>>43523081>welcome to the crew, kid. let me show you around. >"that your new blood, flare?">yeah, yeah. that's indigo zap. she's got a real loud mouth. don't tell her shit unless you want it reaching the canterlot boys by c.o.b., got it?>"go fuck yourself, sunny.">see? but she's good muscle, good muscle. over here, don't lift the earphones, we got lemon zest. fuckin' sociopath. they fucked up her order at the deli down on 8th and she fed the replacement hire the old guy on rye. he asked for pumpernickel. she couldn't fuckin' hear him. >nah, zest ain't on enforcement. too loose a cannon. good for us she's a damn good safecracker.>"new hires should be taken to don sweet as soon as possible, sunny flare. you're wasting time. time is money.">cool it, sister, i'm showing the new kid around.>that's sugarcoat. consigliere, accountant, pain in the ass. i toldja to keep your mouth shut around indy? keep it locked around ol' sugarcoat. she knows everything, everyone, every fuckin' cent we've been owed since 1952. and she charges interest.>now come on, kid. you gotta meet the boss. since abacus got her head blown off by that midnight moll, don sweet's been in charge of our little operation. she's a real nice talker. make sure you offer her that same courtesy, capische? don't piss her off, or i'll be handling you myself. etc etc
need to stop thinking about this stupid fucking bit- work sunny being cinch's daughter theory in there somehow. sour sweet took over and sunny knows too much to kick out but she can't have any real power or she's a threat. keep her breaking kneecaps with indigo so there are always eyes on her. both of them know this is what's happening. sugarcoat holds all the cards somehow idk
>>43523108>>43523992I already love it
>>43520833stop looking at me like that
>>43525479this happens in the movie yes
>>43525479giwtwm
>>43525479How am I supposed to impregnate her if she goes and does that?
>>43526117You don't.
>>43523108Very nice
>>43526537not with that attitude.
>>43526945Attitude won't grow my balls back.
>>43524420>>43526826i cannot resist the pull of a good dumb idea>from as far back as you can remember, you always wanted to be a gangster. >yeah, that hasn't panned out. you're a second year student at crystal prep academy. it sucks.>being an underclassman is bad at the best of times, but you're a particular target. you get a lot of swirlies. you do a lot of other people's homework. >but going to school is worth it, because every math class you get to see her. >sunny flare is a senior. she's rich and hot and popular, and she sits across the room from you, right where your eyes happen to land when you're not paying attention. >you think about talking to her a lot. but what would you say? and besides, she's never alone. her friend whose name you don't know (something zap, you think?) is always joined at the hip with her, and people are always coming up to her to ask for things. >you don't know what exactly she gets up to, but she's really popular. after classes every day her walk home has a lot of diversions into other people's houses. her and her friend usually come out laughing, or passing money back and forth. >you're not following her! you just happen to live near each other. and she just happens to be really pretty. and you just happen to be really good at hiding in bushes. >she doesn't catch you until early october, when her and her friend block your way down the hallway after class, looking furious. >sunny grabs you by the shoulders and drags you into a broom closet. you assume she's going to beat you up. >"what the fuck do you know? huh? whose fuckin' guy are you?">you stammer out that you don't know anyone. >"yeah, right," says her friend, cracking her knuckles. "we've seen you following us. i'll give you thirty fuckin' seconds to give me the explanation i'm looking for.">you spend twenty seconds blushing and staring at your feet before explaining that you just, you know, you think sunny is, um, well, she's just, she's very, you know, she's very attractive, and all, and, maybe, um...>sunny and her friend look at each other. sunny bursts out laughing. >"jesus, kid, learn to fuckin' talk to people, why don'tcha? fuckin' hell. hey, listen, you're cute or whatever, but we don't fuckin' follow people home, alright?">her friend crosses her arms. "you're lucky we're nice people. you were in trouble.">you're not sure what they're talking about. it's not like you were stalking anyone. >"cool it, indy, he can help us out.">"what, you're on recruitment now?">"fuck off." sunny turns to you, with a big smile. your heart rate spikes as she pulls a little box and an envelope out of her bag. "can you do me a favor, anon? this is a gift for my buddy royal pin. don't open it, don't read it, just give it to him, understand? he'll give you something back. bring it to me, and maybe i'll give you something you want." >she shrugs cutely, smirks, and pulls a stick of lip balm from her pocket, making sure you watch her put it on.
>>43527550>you gulp and nod, putting the box in your pocket. royal pin isn't exactly a friend. he beat you up a few times freshman year.>but it's for sunny. she offers you her hand, and you shake it. she smiles warmly. "thanks, kid.">you stagger out of the broom closet. lunch has already started, but the other two don't leave for a while. you lean against the door and listen. >"kid's gonna stiff you, sunny.">"fuck off. you know the boss needs asses in seats before the move.">"you really think she's gonna take anyone from you? you're on thin fuckin' ice.">"and you ain't? fuck outta here. kid's in the palm of my hand. we didn't even notice him for a month, indy, he's got potential.">"potential for what? you gonna fuck him?">"god, are you always such a fuckin' bitch? come on. sugarcoat wants numbers by end of day today, we got fuckin' math to do.">you scurry away, turning the corner before you hear the door open, and go to find royal pin. he's sitting with a couple friends in the middle of the cafeteria. >"what the fuck do you want?" he asks, as you hand him the envelope. he opens it, glaring at you, and you watch him read it. he smiles. >"hey, anon, we're friends, right? give me a second, guys, this kid's in my chemistry class." you are not in his chemistry class. royal pin stands up and puts his arm around you, marching you to the nearest bathroom. >he shoves you into the handicap stall, and you mentally prepare for a beating. instead, he puts his hand out. "you're with us, now? nice to have you. last year's water under the bridge, right?">you guess so. you're not really sure what->"cool. give it to me." >you hand him the little box. he shakes it, and it sounds like a box of tic tacs, or something. >"thanks, pal. you're a good friend." he hands you a wad of cash. "here's what i owe the big kids, alright? count it." you count it out loud. it's $150. "good. now we both know what we're dealing with. gotta stay smart, right?">gotta stay smart. royal pin punches you in the arm, like a friend. "wouldn't want to have to beat your ass again. see you around, anon.">he leaves you alone in the bathroom. something very fishy is going on. you wonder if you're some kind of drug boy now. you also wonder if sunny flare is going to kiss you. these kind of even out. >sunny and her friend approach you as soon as the school day ends. you hand sunny the $150, and she looks at you like garbage. >"this is it?" she turns to her friend. "have fun.">her friend grabs you by the collar in one fluid motion. she's short, so your eyes are level. she looks like she could kill you. she smacks you across the face, hard. "WHERE'S THE FUCKING REST OF IT, YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT? HUH? BUYING FUCKIN' DIRTY MAGAZINES WITH OUR HARD-EARNED CASH, FAGGOT? YOU GOT FIFTY BUCKS SHOVED UP YOUR ASS YOU WANNA GIVE ME? HUH? I'M NOT FUCKING AROUND!">this is all royal pin gave you, honest! >"hey, indy, back off. he might be right. remember july? pin's stiffed us before."
>>43527572>sunny brushes off your shoulders. "listen, anon, you wanna hang with us for a while? we just gotta make sure everybody's being honest with their friends. you get it, yeah?">yeah, you get it. you're very scared, but kind of excited. whatever these girls are up to, they know what they're doing. >"you were gonna follow me home anyway. why don't you come along and we'll show royal pin a little visit. just talk things over, yeah?">"you sure you want him around, sunny?" indy makes a meaningful eye gesture. >"worst things worst we scare him a little bit. he wouldn't rat, would you, anon?" she blinks at you flirtatiously, and you shake your head. "good boy. anon, this is indigo zap. we're gonna be getting to know each other real well if you can keep your mouth shut.">indigo zap rolls her eyes. "you know the boss isn't gonna let you swap out with this, right? she wants my eyes on you.">sunny makes a throat-cutting gesture and turns back to you. "cmon, car's this way.">you've been following her on foot for the past month. you didn't know she had a car. sunny leads you to a back parking lot of the school, which you thought was only for teachers. her car's old, but you can tell she takes care of it. the only actual issue seems to be some dents in the trunk. oddly, they seem to be punched out instead of in, as if something hit the trunk from inside. >sunny and indigo get in, and you sit in the back. you notice a tire iron on the seat next to you, and ask if they got a flat tire recently.>indigo turns to you sharply. "gimme that." you do.>you pull up to royal pin's house. "you don't need to talk, anon," says sunny. "let the big kids deal with our shit." you follow them up to the door, quietly. indigo brings the tire iron with her, tucked under her uniform jacket. >royal pin's mother opens the door. sunny and indigo smile nicely. "hi, mrs. pin! we're just here to go over the science project with royal." mrs. pin lets you into a foyer reflecting exorbitant wealth, and you make your way up the carpeted stairs to royal pin's bedroom. they've been here before. >indigo zap pounds her fist on the door, and you hear a yelp. royal pin opens it a crack, sees the three of you, and slams it shut. >sunny rolls her eyes. "anon, do you have a credit card yet?">you have a debit card. "good. give it." you do, and sunny shimmies it between the doorknob and the wall. the door unlatches, and sunny yanks on it hard enough to knock royal pin off his feet as he tries to hold it shut. he looks up at you from the ground, terrified. >indigo kicks him in the chest. he rolls backward, and the three of you enter the room. >"you thought you could short-change us, huh?" says sunny softly. "i get it. new guy, and all, you think he doesn't know how to count.">"i gave him two hundred! i swear! he's stealing shit, he's lying!">sunny looks at you. "that true?" you shake your head. you got $150, and you gave them $150. >"sorry, pinprick," says sunny.
>>43527582>indigo pulls the tire iron out from her jacket, and royal pin starts to scream. sunny puts a hand over his mouth. >you're full of adrenaline. you should run, or get his mom, or something. but something in you wants to understand what these people are doing. you know you're already part of it. if you run now, they'll just hurt you. >and royal pin did dunk your head in the toilet a few too many times for this not to be satisfying. >sunny leans down and murmurs in royal pin's ear as indigo slowly walks behind him. the only words you can make out are "friends", "honest", and "boss". >then indigo hits him in the back with her tire iron. his yells are muffled from sunny's hands as she brings it down four times. she's about to go for five, and you call out to stop. >"what's the matter, pussy? can't handle business?">you're not sure how you know this, but if she hits him too high, it'll be on his neck. his mom's gonna see. you probably shouldn't have said that. are you really that desperate to impress them?>indigo looks impressed. "hey, yeah. thanks, anon." she moves her arm lower, and hits royal pin again. he's sobbing now. "ONE FOR EVERY FUCKIN' HAMILTON NOT IN MY GODDAMN WALLET! and you know who charges interest, pinprick. cough it the fuck up. NOW!">sunny moves her hand away from royal pin's mouth. he whimpers and goes over to his dresser for the money.>sunny looks at you with a sparkle in her eyes. "that was really smart of you, anon. thanks for helping." as royal pin counts bills for indigo, sunny gives you a peck on the cheek. "let's do this again sometime, okay? we'll drop you off at home. just come up to us after math tomorrow.">when you get home, your mom asks you who gave you a lift. you say you might have a girlfriend soon. she's so surprised she doesn't even ask any questions.
>>43527588>you start spending more time with sunny and indigo. every lunch, they give you more letters and boxes to move around. you get money from a bunch of people. trenderhoof, suri polomare, even jet set is buying whatever they're selling. nobody else seems to give less than sunny wants. everyone acts a little scared of you. >you see royal pin in the hallways a couple of times. he never makes eye contact. >eventually, you ask sunny and indigo what you're actually doing. is this drugs? is it illegal?>"yeah, no shit." says indigo, picking dirt from under her nails with a scary-looking file. "what are you, a fuckin' cop?">"he's been pretty good," says sunny. "we can trust him.">"or he's a good long con. you want another twilight?">sunny's face goes dark. "shut the fuck up, zap.">indigo laughs. "take it easy. but cmon, you know what i fuckin' mean.">"yeah, i do.">you don't. >"fuck off. not talking to you." sunny grabs indigo's file and gestures to you. "you can keep a secret, yeah?">yeah.>"good. you know once you're in, you're in." she leans forward. she's beautiful. "you're never out. you ever say a fuckin' word, you're dead." you think about what they did to royal pin. "you ever break the rules, you're dead. you ever fuckin' tell indy her haircut looks like shit, i'm buying you a drink, then you're dead. capische?">capische. >"good. i knew i could trust you. come with us." sunny leads you and a reluctant indigo to the back of the school, near principal cadance's office. sunny knocks three times, waiting a little longer between the second and third. >you hear a voice from inside. "password?">sunny whispers something into the crack of the door. it opens, and you see upper crust. "new blood?">"yeah. boss get my message?">"yeah, she'll see you in five.">"good. how's your dad?">"better. pills are helping.">"good.">upper crust glares at you as you follow sunny in, then whispers something to indigo, who shakes her head and gestures to sunny. upper crust closes the door, and you see a padlock around the handle. >this is bigger than a normal supply closet. there are large boxes everywhere, labeled with symbols you don't understand. some kind of code. you see a large baking scale, a table covered in maps, and a row of walkie-talkies. there are a few other tables, one with a dog bed under it, covered in dust. a girl with headphones sits at that one, bobbing her head back and forth. >"welcome to the shadowbolts, kid," says sunny. "soon we're gonna be family, you and me." she puts her arm around you. it's warm and heavy. >you ask who the girl with the headphones is. >"lemon zest. she's a fuckin' psychopath. she used to work down at that deli, you know the one? some canterlot kid said he didn't get enough mayo. they found his body in the river three weeks later. no fingernails. she's a fuckin' animal. best safecracker we've ever had, but she stays here most of the time. too dangerous for rounds, you know?"
>>43527600>you are very scared of lemon zest, but also kind of impressed. you ask if rounds are what you've been doing. >"basically. we're subcontracting you. zap and i are top dogs on enforcement, since she's a fuckin' menace and the boss doesn't trust me with anything smart-wise.">you think sunny flare is very smart. >"thanks, kid, but that's not what i mean. more like she doesn't wanna keep her enemies too close.">indigo punches you in the arm. "you'll probably never see her again. hope for that. the boss is a real fuckin' piece of work if she doesn't like you.">"easy, indy, don't go teaching him disrespect." sunny leans down to you, like a parent trying to tell a child why taking people's toys is wrong. "we're all family here, yeah? and family treats family with fuckin' respect. otherwise indy and i beat your fuckin' face in. it's all just fair play. royal pin's gpa is up three points since we got him on adderall, and he's a real help in a fight. we get our dues, he gets his life together. we're all helping each other.">lemon zest suddenly bursts out singing at the top of her voice. >"don't worry about her. look at me, anon." sunny's face is deadly serious. "you remember principal cinch, yeah?">you do. you only saw her very occasionally, since you were a first year. but she was terrifying. you heard she died in some kind of accident at the end of the year, or something, and now cadance is in charge.>"yeah. cadance doesn't know shit about dick, and we're not gonna tell her. but i want you to treat the boss like you treated the old principal, capische? no matter how she acts, you be on your best fuckin' behavior.">you nod. >a tall girl with neat pigtails comes out of a door at the back of the supply room you hadn't realized was there. she peers through her glasses at a large clipboard. "the boss is ready for anon.">"that's sugarcoat," says sunny. "she runs the books. keep your mouth fuckin' sealed around her. she knows everything, everyone, every cent that moves through this room. she'll get you out of trouble if you need it, but she ain't a friend like me and indy are.">"good luck, anon," says indigo, smirking. she claps you on the back, and it hurts. >"you two are wasting time. time is money." sugarcoat's voice is nasal and monotone. she unsettles you. you follow her into the back closet. >sitting at a school desk under a swinging lightbulb is another teenage girl. she has red hair with green streaks, freckles, and a normal school uniform. she exudes the kind of terrifying aura of superiority usually reserved for old women and politicians, and you instinctively nod your head to her in deference. >sugarcoat gestures to a chair, and you sit across from the girl. sugarcoat leaves the room. you and the boss are alone. >"omigosh, you are, like, soooo cute. sunny was right!"
>>43527613>you're surprised by her tone, but you keep your mouth shut. respect. you have to show respect.>"sooooo you're joining the shadowbolts, right? you wanna help us out?">you are. you've been helping sunny and indigo for a while, and->"that fucking bitch thinks she can make her own fucking decisions? stupid little fucking whore, i ought to-" the boss clears her throat. "that's so nice, anon!">"listen, you seem like a good kid. you have good grades, i know your mother takes good care of you. i'm sorry your dad's not in the picture." she pouts.>you don't know how she knows any of this about you, but you don't ask. >"you don't do drugs, you don't go to parties. are you just here because of sunny? or do you really care about the school?">you thought you were just here for sunny. but you think about watching royal pin cry, and something feels warm in your stomach. >sunny and indigo have a kind of power you've never had before. you've gotten to taste a little of that power. people are scared of you now. they don't beat you up, they don't make you do their homework. you could be somebody with that power. >you're here so you don't get fucked with anymore. >the boss smiles. "good answer." she holds out her hand for you to shake. "i'm sour sweet, leader of the shadowbolts.">you shake her hand. her grip is so firm it hurts. you don't react, and she smiles wider. >"if anyone outside of this room hears anything i say to you right now, lemon zest will break every bone in your left hand. if any school employees outside of this room hear anything i say to you right now, lemon zest will break every bone in your right hand. if any law enforcement officers hear anything i say to you right now, i will personally shoot you in the thigh and watch you bleed out in the back of my car. okayyy?">you don't say anything. she lets go of your hand, and her eyes scan your face. you try to keep it as steady as possible. she notices the effort, but keeps talking. >"cinch started this business. not just her. the friendship games aren't all fun and bullshit. celestia's got her own faction, and they've been coming after us for the cocaine market. we've still got them beat on ap test answer sheets, but that's a matter of time.">"both of our organizations provide services to the student body. you know that already. you'll never know much more than that. sugarcoat and i personally handle all shipments in and out of this building. we keep very, VERY organized documentation.">"i was cinch's second until last year. one of our running girls, a stupid fucking bitch named twilight sparkle, blew her head off at point blank. it only takes one mistake. cinch trusted her, but sparkle was sold out to the rainbooms. fucking traitor pig. now who fucking knows how much she's spilled to those whores. we keep our lips sealed and our wits about us, and we lucky few who survived run the joint now. new blood like you keeps us running. you're a good man for helping us."
>>43527648>do the principals really know about this? the boss said cadance doesn't, but is principal celestia really supporting a crime ring? why would she do that, with her own students?>"that's a good question, anon." sour sweet reaches into a drawer of her desk and hands you a stack of $100 dollar bills. "here's three thousand dollars so you never ask something that stupid again.">you bow your head and take the money. "don't spend it all in one place," says the boss. >are you going to keep working with sunny and indigo?>"indigo, yes. you're a smart kid. i'm giving you sunny's job. you're the type who likes getting thrown in the deep end, aren't you? i bet you are. and sunny's being a fucking cunt trying to make moves without me. she can enjoy running weed to townhouses for a few months.">you don't say anything, but you feel bad. you don't want to hurt sunny, and you wish you would get to see her more. you're scared she's going to be mad at you. >"you're invited to dinner on saturday," says the boss. "all the best show up. you'll enjoy it. indigo can tell you the address. my mom makes a really good baked ziti.">you're grateful for the opportunity. you'll make the boss proud.>"i know. get the fuck out of my office.">you get up, and sugarcoat immediately opens the door to see you out. sunny and indigo are waiting for you. they both look angry, but in different ways. indigo annoyed, sunny hurt. >"don't get in my fucking way, new kid," says indigo. "come on. sugarcoat's gonna move your schedule around so we match. we have history now.">you look back at sunny apologetically as indigo leads you out. she glares at you. sugarcoat writes something on her clipboard as upper crust locks the door behind you.
>>43527659That was a fun read.
>>43527848thanks! i have a couple more scenes for the idea i might write up soon. i want to make it just completely fucking ridiculous
>>43527659>you go to classes with indigo for the rest of the day. after school, she takes you to the car. >"this is every day carry. not in your backpack, not in your pocket. waistband minimum. get holsters if you can. you'll get paid every week, figure it out.">she hands you a flip phone, a fake ID, and a small gun. you tuck the phone and ID into your waistband, but hesitate with the gun.>"safety's on. don't be a fuckin' pussy. phone only has one number, goes to sugarcoat, boss would be too risky. emergencies only. normal updates are at lunch as they need to happen, plus meetings, invite only. once you make a call dump the thing.">"you know how a gun works, yeah?">you've watched enough movies that you'll be able to figure it out. and it's not like you'll ever have to use it, right?>"sure. keep your optimism, kid. that you use once and keep it, don't dump it. you know how to fight?">you've been in fights, but never ones that weren't one-sided.>indigo swings at you, and you duck on instinct. she nods. "eh, you'll live. you'll get practice. come on, we got rounds. usually we'll be on foot, but it's a special occasion. i drive. you don't get to drive.">she drives. you visit a few houses, taking strange loopy paths to each. indigo introduces you as a 'friend' to each crystal prep student you talk to. usually you exchange small boxes for cash, but a couple have other deals.>jet set gives indigo $300, but doesn't get anything back. you ask about this in the car.>"the boss set him up with his girlfriend. he's just paying off some back debt. we help people, you know.">you and indigo get dinner at a local pizza place after rounds. you sit with your back to the throughways of the restaurant, so she can watch. you talk about schoolwork. the pizza's fine. >this starts a very predictable routine between you and indigo zap. your course schedules are the same now, and you act like good friends. sometimes at lunch you make deliveries or remind people of what they owe you, and sometimes you go to the supply closet to drop off money to the boss. sugarcoat always counts what you give her carefully and marks it against her clipboard. other times you go to the supply closet to get your cut. it's the most money you've ever received. >in the afternoons, you walk or drive around town and talk to people. sometimes it's to collect or deliver, and other times just to shoot the shit. you're all friends.>you like feeling social. you're a part of something. you don't tell your mom jack shit, but she'd like it if she could know. her boy's popular. >sometimes you ask indigo about how she got into this, and she never says much. occasionally she says her older sister got her involved, but leaves it at that. "we're not friends, kid" is the most common response. you're fine with that. you're not sure how much you like her. she's loud and likes to pick fights. you'd rather just get the job done and have a nice meal.
>>43528116>you're occasionally invited to dinner at the boss's house. it's a nice suburban home. her mom says how cute you all look as friends. she's a good cook. >a couple weeks go by. it's mid-october, and starting to get cold, so you and indy take the car for rounds. >"trenderhoof's got some interest built up. he's a pussy. we shouldn't have to do anything fun. just fuckin', you know, rough him up a bit.">you nod.>a car passes you on the left. indigo keeps talking. "fuckin' guy, he's not an addict, those are the good ones. they have spirit in them. he's just, ehhh, kind of, whatever.">the car takes a while to pass you. you see the driver is a girl with rainbow-colored hair. there is nobody in the passenger seat.>a purple-skinned girl with thick glasses makes eye contact with you from the backseat. she looks scared, and her hair is a mess. you feel like you recognize her. >you tell indigo who you see as the car pulls ahead of you. her eyes go wide, and she slams on the brakes. >just as she does, the car in front brakes too. if indigo hadn't moved ahead of time, you would have crashed. >"rainbooms. gun out.">you don't fuck around, pulling your gun out of your waistband. indy puts the car in reverse and slams on the gas. you rocket backwards as a blue hand aims out the window of the car in front of you. >BANG! your windshield cracks. you reach out the passenger window and shoot back, breaking the other car's rear window. you see the girl in the back seat yelp and brace herself forward. >indy puts the car in drive and roars past the other car. you do not shoot out the window as you pass. >the spedometer climbs to 80, 90, 100 miles an hour. the other car is on your heels. indigo's yelling from adrenaline, or to be heard over the rush of wind through the open window. >"PURPLE BITCH? GLASSES?">you confirm.>"THAT'S THAT FUCKIN' PIECE OF SHIT TRAITOR! WE NEED THAT CUNT DEAD!">twilight sparkle. you shoot behind you, cracking their windshield. the car swerves to be in your blind spot, and you feel it hit your bumper. your car starts to spin out>indy slowly turns into the spin, making tracks in someone's driveway. she turns the spinout into a sharp right turn, driving between two houses. you hear the rainbooms hit something. >it must be the fence of the house next door. when you emerge from between these houses, they'll be on your left. >"good thought, kid." indy swerves right again, sending you down a residential back street. you hear the rainbooms turn behind you. >"the driver's rainbow dash. dumb as a bag of rocks, but she's fast, and she knows how to fight." indigo shrugs her right shoulder. "got a scar there from the friendship games." she's staring straight ahead. you're reaching the end of a cul-de-sac now, and a brick wall is coming up. >"hold on." indy's got a shit-eating grin on her face as she yanks the wheel to the left, turning inches before collision. >rainbow dash does the same, still on your tail.
>>43528131>she hits your bumper again, sending the car towards the wall. indy pulls away just in time, but the passenger side mirror snaps off. you duck further into the car, closer to indigo, who ignores you. >you swing around the cul-de-sac, your car and the rainbooms' at a right angle. rainbow dash shoots, and the driver's side window breaks. >indigo punches through it and returns fire. "we can't keep this up! i'm gonna get us all on foot!">you nod. she speeds out of the cul-de-sac and back onto the larger road, rainbow dash on her heels. you drive for about forty seconds, but it feels like hours. nobody shoots. every time rainbow dash almost rams the back of the car, indy pulls ahead. >as you go under a highway overpass, indy slams on the brakes. rainbow dash crashes into the back of the car at full speed. your airbags inflate, and you see that hers do too. >"MOVE!">indy springs out of the car. you do the same, slightly dazed. you notice that indy has her tire iron, but you're not sure how she got it. >rainbow dash gets out of the car. twilight sparkle does not. >"nice move, bitch," says rainbow. "that was a school car.">"budget's that low? i thought molestia had you all on lobster and filet since your backseat driver fucked us up the ass.">"you wish she did, didn't you? stupid fuckin' dyke." rainbow dash holds up both middle fingers, one of them extended through a set of brass knuckles. >indigo looks at you, then at the car, then makes a slight head gesture. you get the point.>you point out to rainbow dash the cheapness of her clothes, filthiness of her vagina, and poor life choices. indigo slowly starts moving around the car as rainbow dash fixes her attention on you. dumb as a bag of rocks, indy said. >"fuck did you say, new bitch? what are you, a freshman?">you start backing away toward the support wall of the overpass, trying to look scared. rainbow charges at you. >fuck, she is fast. you actually start running, but she catches you instantly, grabbing you by the back of your jacket. >she spins you around, punching you with her bare left hand. it hurts, but you've taken punches before. >she grins. "maybe you're not a useless sack of shit." >she swings her brass knuckles at you, and you catch her arm. she growls, struggling against your grip, and you punch her in the stomach with your left hand. >"fuck!" she lets go of you, and you go to punch her in the face with your right hand. she ducks and slams her knuckled hand into your waist. >it hurts like shit, but you're so hopped up on the rush that you keep moving. you kick her in the shin and back away as she swings a barehand punch, dodging it. >your back's against the overpass wall. she punches again, and you tilt your head to the left, sending her brass knuckles into the wall. you grab her arm as it's extended, wrenching it away from her body. >she knees you in the crotch, and you throw up on her shirt. >"ew! you gross fuckin' piece of shit! that was expensive!"
>>43528143>rainbow dash backs away, wiping her shirt, and you lunge at her, grabbing her around the waist. both of you fall to the ground, and you hear her hit the asphalt hard. >she knees you in the stomach, and you roll off of her. you hear the car behind you start, and roll out of the road as it goes by at high speed. >you look over at rainbow dash, also still on the ground, and see the flash of a knife. >she launches herself up, and you try to roll away, but she's too fast. she slashes your lower left leg, and you see blood start to soak your pants. >you can't stop moving. you grab her legs, trying to pull her down again. she kicks you off and grabs you by the collar, pulling you to your feet. you see the knife flash again, on the left, and grab her left shoulder. >she punches you in the upper arm with her brass knuckles, and you lean into it, letting her momentum carry both of you spinning back into the road. >rainbow dash moves to stab you again, and you swing her around. she grazes your side, but only enough to cut your shirt, not your skin. >she headbutts you, and you feel your nose start to bleed, but don't let go of her. she does it again. your vision is starting to go blurry. >"ANON! LEFT!">you jerk your head to the left at indy's voice, just in time to hear her tire iron whistle past your ear. it hits rainbow dash square in the face, and she goes down hard. >indy runs up from behind you. so twilight sparkle was driving the car... >you catch the tire iron as it bounces back from rainbow's body. rainbow dash howls on the ground and lunges at indy, her nose bleeding profusely. >indigo zap grins as rainbow snarls, tackling her to the ground. indy knees rainbow between the legs, and rainbow dash bites her in the chest. indy recoils, and rainbow throws a brass-knuckle punch. >it connects with indy's arm, and she rolls over, using the momentum to get on top of rainbow dash. she grabs rainbow by the neck. >"WHAT THE FUCK DID THAT BITCH TELL YOU!" screams indy. you see rainbow's knife flicker as she does, and call out. >it's too late. rainbow dash stabs indigo zap in the side of her chest. indy keeps moving for a second, lifting rainbow's neck from the ground with a choke, but that just gives rainbow the opportunity to stab indy in the chest. >indigo looks at you over rainbow's shoulder as rainbow dash keeps going, alternating stabs and punches. there's blood all over the road, from various sources. >you can't move. the tire iron is in your hand, and your gun is in your waistband. you could fight, but you don't. you've never seen something like this before. >rainbow dash gets up and looks at you as indy crumples to the ground. she doesn't say anything. there's something in her eyes like a wild animal. she runs past you. >your legs start moving again after a few moments, and you start chasing her. she is fast, but she's also injured. so are you. >a few cars go by the other direction as you chase rainbow dash down the road.
>>43528166>you hear one car screech to a stop by indy's body. you need to keep running. rainbow dash turns down another cul-de-sac, and you follow. she runs between two houses, and trips over the edge of some innocent person's flower bed. >you catch up and swing the tire iron into her left leg. you hear a crunch. >rainbow dash looks up at you, defiant. she's a couple years older than you, it looks like. she's been doing this for a while. >you feel your body shaking as you look down at her, covered in blood. your leg is starting to hurt. >you try to speak a few times, and it fails. eventually you manage a strange, strangled imitation of a movie character. >you ask rainbow dash what the fuck she knows. what twilight sparkle told her. >you pull your gun out, and aim it at her head. rainbow dash just looks at you. >she killed your fucking partner. she should start talking, before some canterlot bitch can say the same thing. >what the FUCK does she know?>rainbow dash spits at you. it's mostly blood, with some snot mixed in. it lands on her own stomach, and stays there. >"ever heard of loyalty, kid?">yeah. yeah, you have. >BANG!>you have the sense to go a few houses down before sinking down, hugging your knees, and calling sugarcoat. you tell her what happened. >she tells you someone will come pick you up, and you'll need to ditch the phone. nobody will learn about this, she says. >somebody has to. indigo's dead! indy's dead!>"we'll mourn in november.">sugarcoat hangs up, and you snap the flip phone in half. you're not sure how long you're waiting to get picked up, but you fall asleep or pass out or both. >you wake up in the car. sunny flare is driving. she must have carried you in. that's nice. you ask where you're going. >sunny doesn't look at you. her face looks completely blank. >"boss called an emergency meeting. important people only. that's you too now, kid.">you ask what the meeting is for. >"we're going to fucking kill twilight sparkle."
>>43528177Really enjoying this so far. Can’t wait to see what happens next.
>>43528177>>somebody has to. indigo's dead! indy's dead!>>"we'll mourn in november."kek
>>43528177I love it
>>43528177>sunny flare drives in circles. both of you keep your eyes peeled for canterlot high students. you don't see any. >you're sorry about indigo.>"so am i, kid." sunny shoots you a look before going back to scanning the road. you think it's compassionate. "you did good out there.">thanks.>"it's not easy, doing what you did. a lot of new recruits would have died there. i'm proud of you.">you start crying. sunny looks away. "you better not do that in front of the boss, kid. she doesn't like that kind of thing.">you're sorry. >"i don't care. do what you gotta do in here." she sniffles a bit. "indy was... yeah.">there's a long pause. >"she put up a good fight?">yeah. they both did. >"damn good friend, she was.">sunny keeps driving for a while, and eventually turns into the driveway of a large house. some of the windows are boarded up, and all of the curtains are drawn in the ones that aren't.>"it's my place, so be polite." she leads you up to the front door and knocks the same way you've learned how to for the supply room. >upper crust opens the door and walks with the two of you to the dining room. >the boss is at the head of the dining table, with sugarcoat at her right hand. lemon zest is on her left, with a couple of seats open next to her. neon lights, another senior you don't know too well, is next to sugarcoat, and upper crust sits next to him. >sunny takes the other end of the table, leaving you to sit next to lemon zest. she still has her headphones on, and is bobbing her head absentmindedly until you sit down.>"anon anon anon! dude! great job. that was totally hardcore. did it feel good? did it feel so so good when you blew her brains out?">you feel kind of sick when you think about it. but that doesn't mean it felt bad.>you've never had that kind of power before. you don't know if you want it again.>lemon zest doesn't listen to whatever you have to say. she's zoned back out. >you turn your attention to the table. someone's ordered a pizza, it seems. there are a few slices left, so you look at the boss, who gestures that you should take one. when everyone has food, she starts to speak.>"indigo zap was one of our best. we are not gonna let this slide.">the group murmurs their assent. >"sugarcoat and i have come up with a plan. it's soon, it's risky, and we can't guarantee everyone's safety.">"on halloween," she continues, "canterlot high school is going to have a dance. principal celestia won't be there, since she hasn't shown her fuckin' face since the games. but luna, her second-in-command, will. so will twilight sparkle.">sour sweet looks at you. "she was with rainbow dash, which means she's confirmed working with the rainbooms. that's celestia's top guard. personal servants. canterlot has the luxury of not making them do rounds. they're pure killers.">you swallow your pizza wrong and cough. sunny flare looks away. >"we should assume all remaining rainbooms will be at the dance. we need to be careful."
>>43529420>sour sweet looks to sugarcoat, who takes over. "anon doesn't know them, so we'll go over everything." she slides a canterlot high school yearbook across the table to you, open to a group photo of a bunch of girls in plastic horse ears. >"that's rainbow dash. out of the picture. you need to worry about these six.">she starts pointing. "that's rarity. she's the face. since we're infiltrating them instead of the other way around, she's not too much of a threat, but never underestimate a pretty girl with a gun. applejack is the muscles. she's better in a straight fight than any of us. you mess with her, your hands become internal organs.">you choke on your pizza again. sugarcoat ignores you. "pinkie pie. loose canon. explosions expert. she's goofy, but tannerite isn't. fluttershy is mostly behind the scenes. she handles intel, and has eyes everywhere. she's why we're on burner phones, not the cops.">the boss cuts sugarcoat off. "the last two are the bitches we care about. new blood for the rainbooms, not for the family. sunset shimmer is luna's personal bitch, third in line for control of canterlot high. she basically thinks she could run the place herself. she's smart, good in a fight, you name it, but she's not used to working in a group. and then twilight sparkle." >the boss glowers at her pizza, then looks daggers at each of you in turn. "we all know twilight sparkle.">upper crust pushes her pizza crust around the plate. "so what's the plan? how do we deal with the freaks?">"three steps," says the boss. "infiltration, execution, retribution.">lemon zest perks up and claps her hands. "i love retribution!"
>>43529445>sour sweet takes the yearbook and flips to the back, a map of canterlot high. "infiltration is easy. neon lights has been fucking the dj for months. she lets him in through the main door, special guest. he lets us in through here, the deliveries entrance. if anyone sees, we're with party planning.">"then we split. neon sticks with his gal pal so there's no issues. the main event is happening here, in the cafetorium, because they're too fuckin' broke to have a better idea. sunny and i will be there too, looking for twilight sparkle. we separate her, we clean up. execution done.">what about the rest of you?>"wait your fuckin' turn, anon, you rookie piece of shit!" she clears her throat. "sorryyyy. the rest of you are on retribution. anon, lemon zest, your job is to get here. the principal's office. lemon can get you inside, and your job is to collect anything useful you can get your hands on. tax records, tax evasion records, supply, whatever. sweep the place.">you nod.>"sugarcoat and upper crust are gonna be in the basement setting enough explosives to make ol' pinkie pie shit her pants. we'll be communicating on walkie-talkies, not the phones, so everyone can hear anyone who picks up. we'll give those to you later. when everyone's out, you two push a button, and canterlot high learns not to fuck with us. capische?">sunny crosses her arms. "twilight's mine?">"ugh. yes, sunny, that's why you're with me.">"then i'm in.">everyone else nods. you're all in. >"good. then you have two weeks till then. stay on normal routine, we'll give you info as you need it. anon, hang back.">sunny wanders out, and you hear her go up the stairs. the others filter out the door, waiting a little while between each instead of moving as a group. you stay with sugarcoat and sour sweet. >"are you okay, anon?" sour sweet reaches across the table to you, almost touching your hand. "i know you're still new to this. it can be really scary.">you'll be fine. you're sorry about indigo zap. >"we all are. you're doing such a good job.">you look at sugarcoat, who doesn't say anything, but that means she doesn't say anything bad either. >the boss continues. "you're going to keep the same course schedule you had with indigo. everyone thinks she's off visiting her sister for a few weeks. instead of rounds, you'll be with sugarcoat and me, 'kay? we don't want you out in danger again until halloween.">you can keep working if they need you to.>"we don't," says sugarcoat. "you need to not look traumatized in front of low-levels and customers, and we need some help with the books. sunny vouches for your math skills.">you smile, in spite of everything. sugarcoat sighs. "you have a crush on her. stop doing that. it's a liability. you can't trust anyone, anon. you need to be smarter than that.">you catch yourself blushing and look away. sugarcoat's right. >"you're dismissed," says the boss. "tell your mom you got attacked by a dog on your way home."
>>43529472>you start to leave, and upper crust almost runs you over sprinting back into the house. >"boss! look!" she holds out her burner phone, the one that's only supposed to have one number on it. it's lit up with a text message. >WE CAN SEE YOU :)>sugarcoat swears under her breath. "all tracking was off.">the boss nods. "a fuckin' mole. duck!">all four of you duck and cover, just in time. the house shakes, and the dining room window shatters, sending broken glass all over the floor. >"upper crust, go get lemon back in. sugarcoat, go with sunny. anon, you're with me, move!" the boss draws a gun. you get yours out for the second time today. >they're moving fast. twilight sparkle must have told the rainbooms you're on their trail. >but it wouldn't make sense for them to know the plan. they would have attacked while all of you were in the room if they could... >sour sweet pushes the table over to make cover, and the two of you duck behind it. she shoots over the top. "we're bait, anon, sit tight, shoot if you're shot at.">who is it?>"it's pinkie pie, fuckin' crazy bitch. looks like some kind of improvised bullshit from her car. lemon and UC will try to push her toward the house. she's best at range. we finish the job when they get her in close, and she'll wanna get close for a shot at us.">why you?>"i'm in charge, retard! and you shot her friend in the head, remember? now shut up.">you do. you hear gunshots outside, and the sound of laughter. then another explosion shakes the house again. you hear what sounds like upper crust shrieking. >the boss growls. "new plan. follow me.">she bolts through the dining room to the front door. "still a pincer, different claws, capische?">you burst outside and see a cheap sedan parked on the side of the road, empty. lemon zest and upper crust are on one side of it, and a girl with poofy pink hair and a silly dress on the other. pinkie pie throws a small cardboard box wrapped like a present at the house, and this one makes it through the window. your previous hiding spot explodes. >sour sweet shoots at pinkie. the bullet goes through her large hair, but doesn't hit her head. pinkie pie turns to you and waves. "hi sour sweet! hiiiii!" she giggles and jumps through the car window as sour sweet shoots at her again. >lemon zest pulls at the passenger door, but it doesn't open. she punches out the window, and dodges another box thrown out of it. >sour sweet is fast to get over to the driver's side, but your injuries from earlier are slowing you down. you crouch behind the trunk of the car, trying not to faint as your head spins. >lemon zest is in front of you. "hi anon! do you want these?" she holds out her headphones. >doesn't she need that? to focus?>she shrugs. "i'm gonna kill this bitch. i don't really need to be zen. and this song is so fucking good!">she puts the headphones on your head. it's abrasive, fast metal. it is kind of zen, actually.
>>43529512>you cannot hear any of what you see. pinkie pie bursts through the passenger door, knocking upper crust to her feet. pinkie kicks upper crust in the head, and UC grabs her leg to pull her down as sour sweet grabs pinkie by the hair. >pinkie pie kicks UC off, throwing her head back to hit sour sweet in the nose. the boss grabs pinkie by the head instead, pulling her eyelids open. >pinkie tugs at her belt, and UC's eyes go wide, she grabs at pinkie's belt, missing twice before managing to grab something hanging from it. she throws it away, and it explodes a few seconds later. >lemon zest reaches pinkie and the others, and digs her pointer fingers into pinkie's eyes. both of them scream, pinkie pie in pain, lemon zest in triumph. >she keeps her fingers there, jamming them into the back of pinkie's eye sockets. she brings her thumbs up, grabbing each eyeball in two fingers. pinkie pie thrashes around desperately, kicking upper crust in the face and loosening sour sweet's grip on her. only lemon zest is left holding on by the eyes. >she starts to pull. you feel your stomach churn as lemon zest rips both eyes out of pinkie pie's head. blood sprays all over her as she throws the eyes aside and starts clawing at the sockets with her fingernails. pinkie pie swings her arms around, screaming loud enough that you can hear some of it through the headphones. pinkie manages to push lemon zest away, rolling back into the car as sour sweet comes out the driver's side. the boss runs over to you, ducking next to you.>you look at her in horror, and she shakes her head, looking like she's going to throw up. >you look through the rear window of the car and see pinkie pie fiddling with more boxes in the front seat. blind and panicked, she can't tell what she's grabbing. you see several indicator lights turn on on various boxes. >you grab the boss's shoulder and point. she gets the idea. both of you run up to upper crust and lemon zest. you grab upper crust's legs, pulling her away, and the boss says something to lemon. >lemon zest laughs hysterically, and jumps in the car. the other three of you run away, back into the house. >you take the headphones off inside, and hear beeping from inside the car, as well as pinkie pie's screams. >you can't tell what lemon zest is doing to her in there, but it's clearly agonizingly painful. little lights are blinking faster now. >a few seconds later, lemon zest emerges from the driver's side window, covered in blood, a massive smile on her face. you notice scratch marks across her neck and hands. she runs into the house, trailing blood behind her. >"can i have my headphones back, anon?">you give them to her, trying to hide the revulsion on your face. >she puts the headphones back on just as pinkie's car explodes, all the gadgets she'd set off in her dying throes going off at once. your eyes sting as the light of the explosion hits them, and you throw up again. upper crust does too. she's crying.
>>43529541>the boss leads you and upper crust upstairs, to where sunny and sugarcoat are sheltering. >"pinkie's dead," says the boss simply. >"i heard," says sugarcoat. "we have a mole. they knew we were here, but couldn't attack fast enough to hit earlier. we should assume they don't know the plan, but be more secure than expected. we'll switch to walkie-talkies as soon as we get back to hq. no more phones, at all, for any of us.">you, upper crust, and sunny all agree. >"sunny, take anon home. upper crust, stay with us. we'll do some cleanup here and discuss next steps. >everyone is acting remarkably normal for what just happened. you look out sunny's bedroom window and see the smoking wreck of pinkie's car. it might not be real. >neither of you say anything for the drive home. you tell your mother a dog bit you while you two were out, and you're sorry to worry her. she says she could never imagine something so horrible happening to her little boy. >two weeks till halloween.
>>43529553This is getting really fun
>>43529553Looking forward to more of this. I’m glad you had this idea, Anon.
>>43529940>>43530251place your bets now on who dies next!
>>43530588sugar
>>43529553>the next week passes in a daze. you stop doing most of your homework. your grades stay good. >every lunch, you report to sugarcoat in the supply room. she has you count boxes and sort bills into dollar amounts. >the operation is bigger than you had imagined. you're moving hundreds of boxes of "#" and nearly a thousand small packages of "!". sugarcoat does not tell you what the symbols mean. she doesn't tell you much at all.>you usually don't make conversation unless you have to. sugarcoat is busy. sometimes she takes phone calls. she takes the sim card out of the phone before and after. >on october 20th, she finishes a call with someone named susie and starts talking to you. "indigo zap's sister. supernova. she's a musician.">you're surprised you're being told this. >"usually we'd lose a contract if a relative dies, but given the circumstances her and her partner still need us.">you nod along. you assume musicians take a lot of drugs. >"you don't miss indigo.">she's right. you don't like thinking about her as a dead person, but you didn't really like her. >"it might be sunny flare next.">you look away. >"it might be you, too. or me. but i know who you care about. stop caring.">doesn't she care about the boss?>"of course i do. but it's a luxury. i'm secure enough to care. you're not.">there's a mole around, isn't there? none of you are secure.>sugarcoat sighs. "yeah. i feel like i should know who it is. i'm smarter than this." she pauses. "the obvious answer is sunny, but she wouldn't bring you in if she was dirty. too obvious a liability.">you try to keep your voice level as you ask why sunny would be the suspect. sugarcoat looks at you like you're stupid.>"cause the old boss was her mom, obviously. it's not like she wouldn't try to take control.">you didn't know that. >"i can tell. sunny's too good an enforcer to lose, but she was too close to cinch to let her know too much. that's the kind of thing that makes a person resentful. being so close to power and not allowed to have it.">you ask sugarcoat to teach you the codes on the boxes. >she raises an eyebrow. "knowledge is power too, huh. be careful, anon. knowing too much is dangerous." she flips to a page on her clipboard and holds it out to you. some of the symbols are explained, but not all. you've been handing out cocaine, marijuana, and adderall. >"now get back to work," says sugarcoat. "you're not good enough to slack off yet.">upper crust sold $3,265.50 worth of coke in the last week. >you wonder if sunny flare is an orphan now. you think about your mother. if she was involved in anything like this... you can't imagine principal cinch letting her daughter be part of this scheme, but you also can't imagine sunny not getting herself involved. >you wish you could talk to her about it, but sugarcoat's right. knowledge is power. if sunny is working against you, and she knows you know too much, you'll be in danger. but you don't think she would do that.
>>43531150friday rolls around, and the boss invites you, sunny flare, and lemon zest to get ice cream. this happens occasionally, when you've been doing well. >sugarcoat and sour sweet never go out to eat together. too dangerous. she's off with upper crust and neon lights, working out something for halloween. you're not sure what. >you sit next to sunny in a booth, trying not to notice her leg touching yours. sugarcoat's right that you have feelings about her, but even you don't know exactly what they are. >sunny flare means something that a pretty girl in your math class doesn't. she's from another world. you're from that world too, now, but she had a birthright. >you wonder if this is how the canterlot high students feel about crystal prep. if they see you as strange creatures from another dimension, and that's why they're okay killing you, and that's why you're okay killing them. >lemon zest is zoned out in her music, staring out the window. you remember her covered in blood. >sour sweet plays the teenage girl well. she has the giggles, and the gossip, and when she does an impression of her english teacher you manage to laugh along. the hardness never leaves her eyes. >the four of you talk like equals. you can't show the hierarchy. it's obvious that as a younger kid you're beneath them, but that's nothing to do with your real roles. you wonder if any of your classmates who don't know what's going on envy you. >sunny elbows you. "anon's starting to look like fuckin' lemon. try to pull your head out of your ass, huh?">you apologize. it's been a long week. >sour sweet rolls her eyes. "stop being such a bitch, sunny." she simpers at you. "poor anon. i remember my sophomore year. i almost failed chemistry! you're lucky you get such good grades.">sunny leans her arm on your shoulder possessively. "i'm not being a bitch. besides, it's not anon's fault you can't do titrations.">"nobody can fucking do titrations! god.">you can see the steps of the dance, but you're not sure who you're dancing for. you keep your mouth shut and ignore sunny touching you. >after a little while longer of this, sour sweet looks up and darts her eyes at you and sunny. be on your guard. >you look out of the booth, and see a new girl approaching. she's gorgeous, in an off-putting way. her skin is deathly white, making her eyeshadow stand out. it matches her flowing purple dress perfectly. >you remember her name from the yearbook. rarity. she tosses her hair as she approaches the booth. >"fancy seeing you here, girls! sour sweet, sunny flare, lemon zest, and oh, i'm sorry, darling, i have no idea who you are." she pats you on the head patronizingly. "robbing the cradle as well as the grave, are we, sour sweet?">sour sweet smiles back. "not at all, rarity. can't children enjoy ice cream? i know you love it. i heard they made a new size here, just for you!">"you ought to be careful, darling," says rarity, her eyes narrowing.
>>43531171>rarity drums her fingers on the edge of the table, very close to you. "you can dish it out all you like, but i've seen the catalogue for those skirts. you ought to be careful before you have to pay extra.">sunny flare picks at her bowl of ice cream. "we're not looking for a fight, rarity.">"oh, i'm aware. neither am i. i just thought i'd say hello.">"hello," says sunny. "goodbye.">"well, darling, i don't think that's quite fair." rarity pouts. "i didn't realize i was bothering you so horribly.">sour sweet cocks her head and twinkles her eyes. "even you're not stupid enough to start shit in public, rarity.">rarity gasps. "oh! i would hope not! i'm just here to extend an invitation.">sunny flare raises an eyebrow. >"canterlot high is holding a grand halloween gala next week! i've been making some of the costumes, and we'd just love for you to see it. i heard you were planning to attend, so i thought i'd give you an official welcome.">"oh, i'm sorry!" says sour sweet. "you misheard. we have plans to do something nice for halloween.">"oh, very well," sighs rarity. "i suppose i'll just go back to my ice cream. but really, we'd love to see you there. twilight sparkle has been telling us all about what wonderful friends you are.">sour sweet's eye twitches. "right. we'll think about it.">"oh, lovely, darlings! just let me know if you need any help with your costumes. i can always add more fabric! i should really be going. sour sweet, i think you're expecting a phone call. ta-ta! nice to meet you, new little person!">rarity sashays away. before any of you have time to speak, sour sweet's phone rings. she picks up, and listens in silence for about a minute. "we'll talk," she says, and hangs up. >"what's the deal?" asks sunny. >"fuck," says sour sweet. "we got fuckin' played! we need to leave. now."
>>43531190>rarity watches as the four of you leave the restaurant and get into sunny's car. she does not follow you, but smirks to herself. >you ask where you're going. >"school," says the boss. "sugarcoat and UC are there waiting for us. shit's fucked. fucked!">she drives recklessly fast. when you get to the school building, lemon zest picks a lock on a side entrance and you rush in to the supply room. >upper crust is sitting at one of the tables, sobbing. her hair is a mess, her shirt is ripped, and you see blood trickling down the back of her neck. sugarcoat is next to her, not comforting her. there's blood on her tights and shoes. >"what the fuck happened?" asks sunny flare. >"applejack," says sugarcoat. "she knew where we were meeting.">"rarity was a fuckin' distraction," says the boss. "we're fuckin' retarded. we're better than this.">"no, you're not. and now neon lights is dead." sugarcoat crosses her arms. "upper crust and i tried to stop her. didn't work. she crushed his head like a grapefruit.">upper crust bursts into louder sobs. sour sweet looks at her, then back to sugarcoat. >"she didn't try to hurt either of us," says sugarcoat. "she knew her target. we fought back, but couldn't do much. she's at large. we didn't surrender any information because she didn't ask.">the boss nods, and makes a gesture you can't understand. sugarcoat makes another incomprehensible hand sign. the boss pulls a chair up next to upper crust. >"hey, UC, look at me." upper crust does, through tears. "we're gonna give you a little break, okay? you've been through a lot. you're off halloween.">"i can help! i promise! i can- indigo! and neon!" >"i know, girl," says the boss, rubbing upper crust's back. "but you need some time off. you can't fight like this.">upper crust sniffles. "i'm sorry, boss.">"hey, hey, it's okay. we all need to stay sane, right? and you've done so much for us.">"t-thanks, boss." >"of course. now get out of here. you need to go lie down.">upper crust nods, gets up, and gives sour sweet a hug. she leaves the supply room in a flurry of new tears and tissues. >sour sweet waits about twenty seconds after the door closes, then turns to lemon zest. "she's the mole. kill her.">as lemon claps her hands and zooms out the door, sour sweet beckons the rest of you to her office. "we're still moving on halloween. they're expecting us. i don't give a shit. i'm not gonna be fuckin' taunted with my own goddamn girls like that.">the rest of you nod. she continues. "we need a new way in. they'll expect delivery entrance, but there's a door to the band room. lemon will pick our way in there. we'll be in costume. anyone sees us, we have rarity's invite to fall back on. then lemon and anon go to luna's like plan. sunny and i are on hits, sugarcoat will need to handle the basement alone. got it?">"got it," says sunny. >"good. sugarcoat, get the walkie-talkies." she does so, and hands them out to you.
>>43531235>"we're on a secure channel, so there shouldn't be any fuckin' eavesdropping. any of us can hear any of us. lemon zest is with anon at all times, so we only need the four of us on the line.">you're not sure if you can control lemon zest. could that get you in trouble?>"i don't give a shit," says the boss. "two of our best are down, and two more turned traitor for these fuckin' people. lemon can massacre the fuckin' incoming class if she wants to." >you'll see what you can do. >"don't call unless it's an emergency," says sugarcoat. "since all of us get it. this week none of us four are on normal rounds. sunny flare, anon, do not come to the supply room or contact each other until next friday. we'll meet here at 6 p.m. to finalize the plan, and then we'll move. come in costume. >"are we still gonna get paid this week?" asks sunny. >"yes." sugarcoat crosses her arms. "if that's what you care about.">"i'm gonna be losing percentage from a week off." sunny crosses her arms right back. "extra for every rainboom i take out.">"fine." sugarcoat makes a note on her clipboard. "only rainbooms count, not other canterlot high affiliates. and we'll all be lucky if we're even able to discuss anything in november.">there were going to be eight people involved in the plan, you think, if indigo was in on it. now there are five. >you could die in a week. it's not at all out of the question. you could have died a week ago. or today, if you'd been unlucky enough to be with upper crust instead of the boss. >you should be more scared, but you're mostly exhilarated. you're important. you're powerful. you have a gun on your leg that you know how to use. >you give a shit about these people. you might have met most of them a month ago, but you give a shit. you've all killed for each other. you would all die for each other. that means more than fuckin' ap tests. more than getting into a good college, or having a good resume, or any of that shit. what you have in this room is fuckin' real. it's for keeps. >"go home," says the boss. "keep to yourselves. we'll see you in a week.">you walk home. your mom sees your face and asks if you're okay. you tell her you're doing fine. you just have a lot of homework to think about.
>>43531190>>"oh, i'm aware. neither am i. i just thought i'd say hello.">>"hello," says sunny. "goodbye."lmao
>>43526117You still have your other ball, don't you?
>>43531592I love the cat lingerie
>>43530588Anon
>>43527510Not with that attitude.
>>43533182the entire story changes to be anon's journey through the circles of hell and we assume the gang war is happening somewhere also
>>43531592Nice Sunny Booty
>>43521575And get handsy
>>43535091That color looks great on her. Wonder how it’d look coming off of her.
>>43535091Nice
>>43533367EQG Stream this Sunday!We'll be watching "Sunset's Backstage Pass"!And playing Teeworlds, Drawasaurus and a segment called "The Anon Dress-Up Show"!>Countdownhttps://www.tickcounter.com/countdown/11676184/eqg-streamHoping to see you there!
>>43535765can't wait
>>43531263>you heed the boss's advice, and keep to yourself. the weekend is a grand parade of nothing. >nobody uses the walkie-talkies. you assume sugarcoat and the boss are talking with each other about halloween, but you're okay not being included at that level. >you wish something would happen. people keep dying and it keeps feeling like you should be fixing it. you have all the power in the world, but so do they. >on monday night, you notice someone in the bushes outside of your house. you can't see much except a little curl of pink hair, barely recognizable in the moonlight. >you're being watched. >you almost feel complimented. you're important. but then you remember they know where you live, and they know where your mother lives. >you get your walkie-talkie and turn it off and on again, as if that will somehow keep someone from listening. you watch the bush as you radio in. no movement. >the boss picks up first. you tell her you're being watched. >"shit. i figured. it must be fluttershy. hang tight tonight, anon. if anything changes, call again. report any strange activity. i'll come over tomorrow.">you watch the hair in the bush until 2 in the morning. at exactly 2:01, a girl in a green skirt creeps out of the bushes, seemingly having completed whatever mission she was there for. >you fall asleep some time after that, and have strange, unsettling dreams. >before school the next morning, you ask your mom if sour sweet can sleep over. she says yes, but you have to keep the door open. >you 'bump into' her in the hallway at lunch, and she says she'll be there at 9 pm. you nod and keep moving without looking at her. >sour sweet knocks on your front door at 8:58. your mom lets her in, and she makes some lovely small talk about an ambiguous science project and makes her way to your room, closing the door behind her. >"fluttershy's pointless in a straight fight. if we can get our hands on her, we win, and we learn everything she knows. if we can't, other way around. she's fast, and she's crafty. this isn't fuckin' rainbow dash.">you nod, reaching for your gun. the boss shakes her head. "no guns. too loud. mommy's home, remember?" >she takes out two pocketknives. one has a heart on it, with a diamond drawn inside. the other is blank. she hands you the blank one, and it feels nice in your hands. you open and retract it a few times. >"stakeouts are fun because they're mostly just really fuckin' boring." sour sweet splays herself out on your bed, and you politely get up and move to your desk. she's still your boss, and she's doing you a favor. >she giggles. "i don't have cooties, anon. stop being such a pussy." you're unsettled, as you always are when she acts her age. >you stay where you are, but face your chair towards her. she twirls her hair around her finger absentmindedly. "you've got a nice place.">your mom does her best. >"yeah, i'll bet. she seems nice." she waits for a while before speaking again, studying you.
>>43536777>"you ever had a girl in your room before, kid?">you flick your pocketknife open and shut a few times. no, you haven't. >"gosh, i can't think why. you're so nice!" sour sweet laughs, and you can't tell if it's at you. "that's why you're here, isn't it?">you're here because it's your house.>she rolls her eyes. "here with me, i mean." she pauses again. you see her eyes flickering between you and the bushes outside. fuck, she's good. >"just about everybody else at our level-" you're at the same level! you're important! "-is doing this because we don't have a choice. you're doing it because you have a crush on sunny flare, who's not even as hot as i am anyway.">you shift uncomfortably in your seat. you're not just doing it for that.>"sure. but you see the security concern, yeah? you'd be a good mole. sluttershy could bat her eyelashes and you'd get neon lights killed.">upper crust was the mole. that's what the boss said. >"oh, i don't think it's you. but i think it could have been. and i want you to know that.">if she doesn't trust you, you can->"that's not the point." she stretches. you can't tell if she's trying to be sexy, or what. "the point is that you aren't like me, or sunny, or lemon. none of us can help doing this. you could walk away today and live a normal life.">but she'd kill you. >"awwwww, you think i'd kill you?" she simpers at you. "you're such a sweetie sometimes.">she would.>"maybe. but if you were that scared of me, i wouldn't be here. here as in your house.">true. but you can't leave now. not after indigo. >"blood feuds are a hell of a drug, aren't they?">seems like it.>sour sweet looks at you with that studying gaze again. you feel like a dog. you wonder if the others got used to this, or if she just never bothered turning it on them. you can't imagine sugarcoat being studied. >"come here." sour sweet pats the bed next to her. hesitantly, you sit down. she grabs you by the arm and pulls you down, so you're lying next to her. >you feel a very complicated mix of feelings that it is probably easier not to describe in full detail. the mix includes fear, confusion, a sense of betrayal, and arousal. >"relax, bonertron. fluttershy's outside, and you need to be away from the window." she keeps her arm around you. "but we're not done talking, are we?">you don't say anything. >"look," says the boss, "here's my point. you don't have siblings. your mom doesn't know shit about this. you don't have to be here. and we're very glad you are," she says, stroking your hair possessively, "but that's a difference. and we can't let those differences get between friends, can we?">no, you can't. you aren't sure whether to pull away from her. she's your boss. she notices your discomfort, and moves away herself. >you think about what she had been saying. you know sunny's mom was the old boss, and indigo's sister was a customer or something. >but why is sour sweet here? why put in so much work to take over?
>>43536808>her face goes dark. "you ask a lotta questions, kid.">you look away, out the window. you see a flash of pink, and keep your head down. >"my sister went to chs. fuckin' loved it there. a billion friends. she goes back, sometimes, just to help out with the stupid fuckin' marching band. and she never had to try for it.">you stay facing away. it feels better that way. >"i know how you feel. power's fuckin' great. you think i don't love being goddamn queen of the school?">she throws her arms up dramatically, then lets them fall, one landing on you. "i'm gonna graduate, anon, and then i don't know what the fuck i'm gonna do.">is she gonna go to college?>"college? to do what? you think i can just go back to learning math after all this?">you guess not. it's hard for you to think about anything after high school. you're not even halfway done with it. >"fuck, i forget about that." sour sweet sighs. "fuckin' hell, my life is weird.">you don't confirm or deny this. >"power's great, but don't let it be the only thing, yeah? it runs out. it always fuckin' runs out. i'm on top of the world this year, and i'm gonna be a fuckin' loser again the next. worked my ass off for cinch, and now i win, because she's dead. and i fuckin' hate the bitch who killed her, but she made me, you know?">yeah. >"ugh. sugarcoat has the right fuckin' idea. it's better to be second. you hit the top, nowhere to go but down.">she fiddles with her pocketknife, the same way you had been. after a few openings and closings, she looks up at you with a surprisingly cheerful expression. "wanna go kill that bitch who's watching you sleep?">you nod, smiling a little, but you feel very strange. you don't like thinking of the boss as a teenage girl. you don't like thinking she might go to college. you want her to be a forever thing, a symbol of respect and power and friendship, some magic entity that keeps the world spinning with you near enough the center to keep your head out of the toilet. >you wonder, as she opens your bedroom window and jumps out, if principal cinch was that for her.
>>43536820>enough sappy bullshit. you jump out your bedroom window, landing with a thump next to sour sweet in the backyard. there's a flurry of motion in the bushes as you land, and you see a shadow retreating into your neighbor's yard. >"around," says the boss, jerking her head. you run onto the street, looping around to the other side of your neighbor's house. >you see a curl of pink hair disappearing behind it, and click open your pocketknife. the sound echoes, and you realize that the sound of someone breathing has stopped. >you lean slowly around the corner of the house. you see a scared-looking girl looking back at you, pressed up against the wall. she waves nervously. >you reach slowly for your walkie-talkie, and she doesn't move. you pick it up, and she flinches as it crackles. you say that she's here, behind the house on the left of yours. >"gotcha," says the boss. she appears in the yard, clicking her walkie-talkie back into her belt. "hey, fluttershy.">fluttershy opens her mouth, and no sound comes out. >"i don't remember inviting you to our little sleepover, friend.">fluttershy fishmouths again. the boss comes closer, staying about ten feet away from her. you and the boss make eye contact around fluttershy, and sour sweet makes the shape of a gun with her hand. >you look at fluttershy's skirt, and see a slight tension in the fabric at her right hip. you look back at the boss and nod very slightly. >the boss leaps back, flattening herself against the side of the house, as fluttershy pulls a gun and shoots. >BANG!>you realize with a spike of panic that your mom definitely heard that. you charge at fluttershy, and she tries to turn the gun on you, but can't move fast enough. >you tackle her to the ground, drawing your knife. the boss runs over. "don't fuckin' move! don't you dare fuckin' move, bitch! don't think he won't take your eyes out like pinkie pie!">fluttershy sniffles. it almost works on you, but you know what her people have done to yours. you keep your body weight pinning her down and hold your knife a couple inches above her face. >you suggest that she should tell you everything she knows about the shadowbolts. >"um. ummm..." she stammers and swallows. "i know- um, i know... um... th-the shadowb-bolts, i, i know, um... t-twilight s-s-said that you're, um,">"spit it out!" snaps the boss. "we don't have all fuckin' night.">"um." fluttershy is bright red. "s-she told me you're, um, that you're, you're, you're all a bunch of stupid fucking bitches who wouldn't know a trap if it fucked you up the ass!">she wrenches herself forward, knocking you off of her, and sweeps the ground with a low kick, hitting you in the side of your leg. you feel a sharp pain, and see that your pants leg has split. she's got some kind of blade on her.>sour sweet lunges for fluttershy as she draws her gun. >BANG!>she barely misses the boss, who pushes fluttershy back to the ground. fluttershy struggles, knocking the boss away.
>>43536836>sour sweet attacks with her knife, successfully stabbing fluttershy in the right hand. fluttershy drops her gun with a yelp. >you see your mother's bedroom window open. thankfully, you're in the neighbor's dark yard, close enough to the side of the house that she can't see you. you need to finish this quick. >you push yourself off the ground, getting to your feet just as fluttershy does. you swing your knife at her face, then punch her in the stomach with your left hand as she tries to dodge it. >she howls like a dog as you punch her in the face with your right hand. you can tell she knows you want her alive. >she kicks at you, and you remember her shoe slice and back off. as she overextends her foot, sour sweet grabs her under the arms from behind, lifting her off the ground. fluttershy kicks at the air. >"you oughta listen to my men when they ask you questions, bitch." sour sweet whispers tenderly into fluttershy's ear. "what. the fuck. did she tell you.">fluttershy struggles. "s-she didn't say anything! p-p-promise!!">"nothing? nothing at all?">"nothing! i found out everything by myself!">"okay. stab her.">as you make a move to stab fluttershy in the chest, she screams. "i'll tell you! i'll tell you!">"that's more like it," murmurs the boss. "tell me about twilight sparkle.">"s-she doesn't know much," says fluttershy, very quickly. "she knows cinch was m-moving beyond the school, to p-p-postcrush, and- and that a bunch of students, that everyone was- everyone who was involved.">"and now you're at his house." the boss refers to you, avoiding saying your name. "cause twilight doesn't know shit about him.">fluttershy doesn't say anything. >"ANSWER ME, YOU STUPID FUCKIN' CUNT!" >"y-yeah...">"good to know. now, fluttershy, you got two options. here's option one: you go to celestia and you tell her you know all about the new shadowbolt. you tell her he's planning to go rogue and attack on november 5th, cause he's a fuckin', i don't know, he's really into anonymous, or some shit. option two is you get fuckin' murdered. capische?">fluttershy gulps. "i- option one, please?">"good choice." sour sweet drops her to the ground, hard. fluttershy dusts herself off and looks up at you. you keep your knife drawn. >"s-sorry for the trouble," she says. >she looks pathetic. stupid fuckin' bitch, selling out her side. >you want to look away from her, but you can't trust her. she gets up shakily and starts to leave. >the boss moves closer to you and whispers, so fluttershy can't hear. "wait for it.">she waits for it, a few seconds, then says "duck". >BANG!>"stupid bitch couldn't help herself.">you see fluttershy begin to run away, seeing that her coward shot missed. she knows she can't win in a fair two against one. >sour sweet spins her knife around in her hand. "if i hit this, you owe me an ice cream, kid.">before you can say anything, she throws the knife. from fifty feet away, it hits fluttershy between the shoulders.
>>43536843>fluttershy falls to her hands and knees. sour sweet turns away. >you ask if she's going to live. the boss shrugs. "who cares? she lives, she feeds them lies, or she tells the truth, and you look like a fuckin' threat. if you're a threat, they move resources to deal with you, sunny and i have an easier time, you'll be fine. or she dies. win-win!">you walk into your house through the backdoor. your mother is in the kitchen, looking worried. she asks about the noise. >"i don't know, ma'am," says sour sweet politely. "anon and i went to check, but we couldn't find anything. it was kinda scary...">your mom apologizes and offers sour sweet a glass of apple juice, which she happily accepts. >"thanks, ma'am! anon, your mom is, like, the bestest ever.">before your mom can respond, sour sweet leads you back up to your room. >"we're still on for the plan," says the boss. "if fluttershy makes it, she's all yours. fuckin' coward ain't worth my goddamn time. keep me posted if you see anyone else watching. i doubt they'd bother so close to go time, but you never know.">you will. >"do you know what your halloween costume is yet? i'm gonna be a ranger. like an elf.">you're not sure yet. probably just something from your closet. >"make it good, will you? we got a reputation to keep up.">you'll figure it out. >"cool. i'll see you tomorrow. don't talk to me at school. but if anything happens i'll let you know before day of.">so she's not sleeping over?>she looks at you like you're a strange bug on the floor. "i'm not gonna sleep in a sophomore's house. what, am i some kinda fuckin' freak? goddamn, anon, you're lucky i'm not gonna tell sunny you said that. jeez.">she walks out of your room and skips down the stairs. you hear her tell your mother good night, and the front door close. you flick your pocketknife open and closed a few more times before bed.
>>43536847Damn this greeen is rough but I like it
>>43536847Didn't expect this green to get this long
>>43536847good stuff!>>43537863yeah that's what Indigo said just before >rape
>>43537865neither did i tbdesu. the next thing to happen is the halloween dance which is big and sprawling and needlessly complicated but will definitely be the end of the story
>>43536847>nobody else lurks outside your room for the rest of the week. nobody else comes to visit, either. you barely see your squadmates in classes. sour sweet and sugarcoat are finalizing the plan, you assume. >you think about what you're going to wear for a halloween costume. you decide the best disguise is none at all, and dig through your closet to dress as a gangster. >it's a good bit, you think. you find one of your dad's old suits. it smells like dust and moths and having a father. you pair it with a fedora you have from an embarrassing phase in middle school and look somewhere in between a kid playing dress-up and a threat. you like the ambiguity. >you pull your hat over your eyes and point your gun at yourself in the mirror. are you lookin' at me, kid?>you tuck the gun back in your waistband. you've also got your walkie-talkie, and your pocketknife is in your pants pocket. >you look at the clock. it's 8:00 pm, friday night. halloween. you know the party starts at nine. >you're antsy. you think over the rainbooms in your head. you don't know if fluttershy is alive, and that bothers you. you know you've got to deal with applejack (fighter), rarity (distraction), sunset shimmer (???), and twilight sparkle (problem). you imagine each of them in front of you and let the adrenaline start to build. >at 8:25 your walkie-talkie goes off. it's sugarcoat. she simply tells you an address, and to be there by 8:45. >you check on a map. it's the building across the street from canterlot high. >you tell your mom you're going to a halloween party, and she clicks her tongue. "don't stay out too late, young man!" >you won't. >"i can't believe you're already going out partying with the big kids... i'll miss you, anon. happy halloween!">happy halloween, mom. >she offers you a hug, but you slip out before she can give it to you. you need to stay focused. >you get to the rendezvous point at 8:43. the others are all already there. >sour sweet is dressed, as promised, as an elf ranger. her hair is done up in two buns, she has a surprisingly short green dress, and she's strapped a quiver of arrows to her back. she carries a wooden bow decorated with paper flowers.>sunny flare is dressed as a vampire. flowy black dress, red jacket, fangs. her makeup looks really good. she's put a little trickle of fake blood down from the corner of her mouth. you try not to stare at it. >lemon zest is wearing a hoodie with the head of some cartoon character you don't recognize. it's a similar green to her hair. other than that, she does not seem to be dressed for halloween. >sugarcoat's costume is a classic robber. she's got a domino mask, a striped shirt, and a comically large sack with a dollar sign painted on it. the sack looks heavy, and you realize that this is how she plans to get an industrial quantity of explosive charges into canterlot high. >"right," says the boss. "it's go time."
>>43538497>"we cross the street separately, then congregate at the door to the band room. back right corner of the school. when we get in, sunny, you're with me. anon, lemon, principal's office. sugarcoat, basement. yeah?">everyone nods. >"good." the boss looks at each of you, proudly. "couldn't ask for a better fuckin' suicide mission. no matter what happens in there, the shadowbolts thank you for your service.">sunny and you make eye contact. she looks away first. you can't tell if she's blushing under the pale vampire makeup. you know she knows she's the reason you got into this. >"cmon, cmon!" says lemon zest. "let's roll!">"lemon, you go first." with the boss's permission, lemon zips over to the school building, blending briefly into a crowd of cheaply costumed canterlot high students before disappearing around the back corner. >"sunny.">sunny follows. the boss looks at her watch, holding up a finger. wait. >"sugarcoat.">sugarcoat heaves her sack over her shoulder and trudges out. >"anon.">you slink across the street, adopting a purposefully silly walk. you're in costume. eyy. eyyyyyy. >nobody pays you much attention. canterlot students are yammering amongst themselves, excited for a party. >you wonder how many of them know about the cartel under their nose. some of them must be innocent, but surely not all. >that blue chick with the wizard hat could be a cokehead. bowl cut boy could be running addy to his classmates. the kid with the recycling symbol on his beanie is definitely high off his ass as you fuckin' speak. >you make it around back of the school, where the others are waiting. lemon zest is bopping her head to her music, rocking back and forth on her heels. >a few tense seconds go by. nobody says anything. the boss rounds the corner, a glint in her eye, and nods to lemon zest. >lemon pulls some small objects out of her hoodie pocket and starts fiddling with the lock. >it takes just long enough for you to wonder how you would explain what you were doing if you were caught, and then she's in. she flings the door open dramatically, and sugarcoat raises an eyebrow. >"nice job, if you want to get caught.">lemon zest frowns. "one of us is having fun.">she strolls in, followed by the rest of you. the lights are off in the band room. >equipment for a rock band is set up prominently in the center of the room. a blue guitar sits on a stand, dust visible in a shaft of light from the door. a black ribbon is tied around the headstock. >the drum kit is also dusty, and a pair of drumsticks is crossed on top of the snare, also tied with black ribbon. >a keytar leans against the drum kit, and a tambourine sits on the ground next to the guitar. >the five of you walk gingerly across the room, taking care not to disturb the instruments. >you hear a sudden, low noise. it sounds like a siren, but pitched far down. >sugarcoat's eyes go wide as you all realize it's the sound of a bass guitar.
>>43538511>a tall girl is leaning back against the wall in a folding chair, bass in her hands. she flicks the light on, and it shines everywhere except her face. >she's dressed as a cowboy. big boots, sharp spurs, fringes on her pants and jacket, big hat. the hat tilts over her face, so that you can't see her expression. >she plays a few more notes, slowly. she doesn't move. "howdy there, shadowbolts. good to see yer operation ain't cowards.">"applejack." sugarcoat's voice wavers slightly. it's the first time you've heard that happen. "you aren't at the party with your friends.">"my friends are right here, sugarcube." she gestures to the guitar and drums. "yer gonna get to see 'em soon.">"it's five against one," says sugarcoat. "hardly fair odds for you.">"four against one," corrects applejack. "yer only a half, miss twiggy. and the freshman's a half, 'cause i learned not to pick on little boys.">you notice sour sweet and lemon zest looking at each other. the boss's hand twitches. >applejack looks up, and you see her eyes for the first time. they don't reflect the overhead light. "y'all can do as you please. but you know i ain't gonna let you in.">the boss hits the reset button on her walkie-talkie, making a horrible feedback screech as her and lemon zest lunge at applejack. lemon's hands are contorted into claws, and sour sweet goes for a grapple. >applejack stands up, swinging her bass around herself by the strap in one fluid motion, hitting lemon zest in the face with the headstock and moving the bass to her back. she sweeps her right leg, catching sour sweet with a low hit, and grabs sour sweet's head, swinging her into lemon zest as she reels from the bass attack. >the two girls' heads slam together as sunny flare draws a knife and darts to applejack's left. applejack grabs sunny's arm as she strikes, pulling her off-balance, and punches her in the face with her left hand. you hear a crack. >sunny stumbles back as lemon and sour sweet attack again. applejack knees lemon zest in the stomach with her right leg, twisting her body around sour sweet's right-side attack. sour sweet overcommits, and applejack punches her in the face, sending her backwards. sunny marshals herself as you creep slowly towards the fight, trying not to be noticed. >you are. applejack unplugs the amp cable from her bass, and you notice a knot tied in it. she swings it like a lasso, catching you around your right wrist, and pulls you off balance. >she's strong. scary strong. the cable around one hand is nearly enough to drag you to the ground. you grab it with your other hand and pull, trying to dull her strength with your own. she lets go, and you fall backwards, seeing applejack kick sunny in the shin as you do. >you catch yourself and untie the cable. you notice it's still plugged into the amp, and start sneaking around to applejack's left side. >sugarcoat draws her gun, and applejack notices just in time, ducking.>BANG!
>>43538523>applejack grabs her end of the cable and pulls, harder than before. she's trying now. >she yanks you off your feet, and in your shuffle to keep up, the cable ends up behind sugarcoat. applejack pulls again, and the cable goes taut behind sugarcoat, dragging her in closer. >you drop the cable as applejack launches herself forward, hitting lemon zest out of the way with her body as she jumps at sugarcoat. >her fist connects with sugarcoat's face, and sugarcoat goes down. she looks unconscious. >applejack turns around. you are on sugarcoat's side of her, and the other three are closer to the wall. >you click open your knife and go for applejack's back. she kicks her left leg out behind her like a horse, hitting you in the left thigh with a sharp spur. as you try not to shout in pain, she jerks her head backward. she's taller than you, so you're hit in the forehead instead of the nose. >lemon zest leaps at applejack, who leans forward. as she headbutts lemon, you notice an old-school six-shooter revolver at her hip. it's loaded. >applejack punches lemon zest in the chest with her left hand, the cable still in her right. nobody's holding the other end, so she spins it around, the metal tip going faster and faster. >sour sweet rolls forward, keeping herself low to the ground as the cable goes over her head. at the same time, sunny flare darts to applejack's left with her knife. >applejack goes to grab sunny's wrist again, but misses. sour sweet punches her between the legs, and you hear her grunt in pain. she contorts her body to the right, barely dodging sunny's slash, and then lets herself fall. >applejack crashes down on her right, clamping her legs around sour sweet's arm. the cable soars over applejack's head and hits sunny in the face. applejack twists her waist, and sour sweet's arm bends at an awful angle. you kick applejack in the side, and it hurts your foot more than her body. >she grabs your leg with her right hand and pulls. you crash to the floor, now on the right side of her body. >you reach for your gun, and manage to draw it, right next to her. she grabs your hand and squeezes. the second your gun is less firm in your grasp, she snatches it from you and throws it at lemon zest, who is charging again. >it hits lemon as applejack pulls her legs away from sour sweet and kicks sunny flare in the leg. applejack launches herself up, comboing the leg hit into a punch to the gut, sunny coughs, and you can't tell if it's vampire makeup or real blood running down her chin. >you stab applejack in the lower back, for real this time. she roars and bucks her body forward, throwing you upwards. you keep your grip on the knife, now piggybacking on applejack, and use your free hand to pull the hat off her head. you hit her in the back of the head as she thrashes. >lemon zest and sour sweet run in from opposite sides. applejack spins around, using you as a weapon to hit sour sweet.
>>43538541>you let go of your knife as soon as you can, right after your free hand was spun into sour sweet. you are now unarmed, your knife in applejack's back and your gun having skittered away somewhere on the floor. >lemon zest manages to grab applejack's right arm, and swings a punch at her head. applejack raises her arm, pulling lemon zest off her feet, and punches her in the face. lemon crumples to the ground. >it's just you and sour sweet on your feet now. sunny and lemon are both on the ground, hacking and bleeding. you notice sugarcoat is gone. you can't tell if applejack knows that yet. >the boss looks at her wounded men and runs to the door. applejack follows, a trail of blood dripping down her legs from your knife. >applejack's faster. she grabs sour sweet in only a few steps, squeezing her around the waist and lifting her off the ground. sour sweet yelps in pain as applejack bear hugs her. >the boss isn't a coward. she wouldn't just run... >you notice that applejack has crossed to the other side of the amp cable. you grab the end and pull. the tripwire move works, and applejack falls backwards toward you. >she hits her head on the floor and lets go of sour sweet in a daze. sour sweet kicks applejack in the face. >too greedy. applejack grabs her leg and swings her into the wall. you wince as sour sweet's shoulder slams into the wall of the band room. >on the ground, applejack grabs the cable. she heaves herself up with it, then pulls hard enough to send the amp lurching toward her. >applejack grabs the 500-watt bass amp like a kettle bell and swings it into the wall. sour sweet ducks just in time as electrical parts go flying everywhere. applejack swings the amp the other way and lets go, throwing it at you. she misses as you tilt to your left, charging her. sour sweet grabs your knife out of her back, sending a new spurt of blood into the air, and tries to stab applejack in the back of the neck, but misses. >applejack turns from the amp's momentum and catches sour sweet with a gut punch. this time, she doesn't turn back to you. >applejack starts punching sour sweet over and over, one hand on the girl's head to hold her upright, the other slamming into her over and over again. sour sweet starts screaming uncontrollably, ragged, animal screams. applejack doesn't stop. >you heave yourself toward her, trying to ignore the pain all over your own body. you reach for the gun at applejack's belt. >she drops sour sweet just before you get there. the boss lies on the ground, not moving. applejack looks at you for a moment, breathing heavily. >you stop, putting your fists up in a pastiche of a boxing defense. applejack doesn't look human. covered in her own blood down the back and everyone else's down the front, her green eyes look like they're glowing in contrast to the red. >"looks like it's just you and me, kid.">looks like it. >she wipes some blood off her face. "i'll be honest with you. yer fucked. run fer it."
>>43538553>you freeze. you can't tell if she's taunting you or genuinely telling you to leave. >"i'll pretend i never saw you. it's no sweat. you just run home and tell yer ma you'll never hang out with those big mean dead girls again. you hear?">on the ground, sunny flare twitches. her eyes open, and she looks at you. applejack doesn't notice her, and she doesn't move. >you look at sunny in your peripheral. something's pleading in her eyes. >it would be easy if you could run. but you're a shadowbolt now. >applejack shrugs and cracks her knuckles. "can't say i didn't give you a chance.">she throws herself forward at you, committing to a right-handed overhead punch. you duck it, grabbing her left leg, and try to spin her to the ground. >your body weight isn't enough to throw her off. she grabs you by the neck and picks you up, holding your feet off the ground, at eye level with herself. >you kick her in the stomach. she grimaces, but doesn't move. she knees you in the groin right back. this time, you don't throw up, just flail. >she pushes you up against the wall, her hand around your neck. you feel her start to squeeze, and panic shoots through you. you're going to die. >you hear a sudden squelching noise. applejack yells and drops you. you land on your knees, tugging at your collar as if she's still choking you out. >sunny flare has driven her knife into applejack's back wound. she's still on her knees, barely able to cling on as applejack thrashes around. >you make eye contact with sunny, and she winks.>you pull yourself forward, not quite to your feet, and manage to grab the gun from applejack's belt. >you fire, and nothing happens. applejack rounds on sunny as you look at the gun, confused. >applejack kicks sunny in the face with her boot, and you see blood land on it. you see that she had only five bullets in the chamber, and you rolled wrong. >applejack turns back to you as sunny whimpers in pain, just in time to see you roll right. >BANG!>applejack's eyes stop glowing. they stop contrasting the red down her front and start contrasting the big dark hole in the middle of her forehead. >she falls to the ground next to sunny. you run over to sunny flare and help her to her feet. a big gash runs across her forehead. >"nice work, kid.">you see sour sweet helping lemon to her feet. everyone is alive, but only barely. none of you are going to be able to take another fight like that. >"stealth," says the boss simply. nobody suggests going home. >everybody nods, varying amounts of blood spilling from their mouths as they do. >sunny flare picked a good costume. it looks like she's really committed to stage gore. sour sweet has a limp, and her hands are twitching. lemon zest looks even more spaced out than usual.>"come on, sunny." the boss adjusts her quiver. "twilight.">sunny follows sour sweet to the door, looking back at you as she does. >"lemon, anon, luna's office, move," says the boss. her voice sounds worn.
>>43538567>lemon zest adjusts her headphones. "nice work, anon!" she also sounds tired. "are you gonna keep the gun?">you have to. you don't know where yours is. the revolver is heavier than you're used to, but satisfying to feel in your hand. you have four shots left, and there are three rainbooms alive. at most. >lemon claps her bloody hands. "dude! that thing is so cool. i don't really use guns because they don't feel right in my hands like how skin and meat does but i think a good gun is, like, it's totally part of the whole thing, right? hey, you remember where the principal's office is, yeah?">you do, if the maps you were given are right. you notice that you and lemon zest are leaving a trail of blood spatters down the hallway. so much for stealth. >you don't see anyone in the hallways. everyone is in the cafetorium, enjoying halloween. >you think you might see a curl of pink hair disappearing into a classroom. you peek through the window on the classroom door, and don't see anyone inside. you keep moving, lemon zest at your heels, slightly slower than usual. >your walkie-talkie goes off. it's sugarcoat. "everything's set. if i don't hear otherwise i'll give you all half an hour. good luck.">good fuckin' luck.
>>43538573this is actually a pretty fun read, did you make a paste yet?
>>43539031i haven't compiled this one yet, but i'll throw it up on ponepaste as soon as it's done>>43539501fighting the good fight
>>43539600Nice
>>43540641Would that cat only be friendly with Sugarcoat?
>>43538573Very nice
You are a green-hooded boy about to graduate.You have two movie tickets and can invite the girl you like to the cinema.Who would you choose to invite?
>>43541609Sugarcoat. She would probably roast the pick, but that would make it entertaining.
>>43538573>you keep hearing footsteps behind you as you and lemon zest make your way to the principal's office. whenever you turn around, there's nobody there. >your hand keeps reaching for applejack's gun. your gun, you think, correcting yourself. you did more with it than she did. >you can't let yourself think about tomorrow. any thoughts about going on trial for murder have to wait. the boss would find a way to get you out of it anyway. >lemon zest clearly isn't worried about anything. she's dance-walking down the hallway, defenses completely lowered, music almost audible from how loud it's blaring into her ears. >you turn the corner to the hallway before the principal's office and see another person for the first time. >sitting in a chair directly in front of the door you need to go through is a girl with fiery red hair. you don't think she's in costume, unless her costume is some kind of biker chick thing. you wish you had a leather jacket. >she's holding a sledgehammer across her lap, looking back and forth. you and lemon zest peek around the corner, ducking back when she looks your direction. >you look to lemon zest to plan, and see someone else standing with the two of you, as if she belongs there. it's fluttershy. >"excuse me," she says. her voice cracks. she walks past you, over to the girl in the chair, and points around the corner to where you and lemon zest are hiding. sledgehammer girl sighs and stands up, letting the hammer rest at her side. >fluttershy cowers behind her as she beckons to the corner. "come on out, fuckers. let's get this over with.">you draw your gun and peer carefully around the corner. you don't see a firearm on either of these girls. at range, you have the advantage, but you don't have enough bullets or enough trust in your aim to start firing. >as you weigh your options, lemon zest strolls around the corner, smiling. "hey, sunset shitter! how's luna? is she here?">sunset puts on a very forced smile. "lemon zest. i'm afraid vice principal luna is doing her job tonight. i'm just here to keep you from hurting anyone.">lemon shrugs. "shame." >you aim at sunset's torso as she crosses her arms. as you line up a clean shot, fluttershy's eyes go wide. >BANG!>fluttershy tackles sunset to the ground just in time. your bullet flies pointlessly into the far wall.>"sorry," squeaks fluttershy as sunset pushes her off, raising her sledgehammer. >you only have three bullets left. you can't waste another shot. as you put your gun away, lemon zest charges. sunset puts her hammer out in front of her to block an attack, but lemon isn't going for her. >lemon zest pounces on fluttershy, still on the ground. sunset turns around to defend her, and you see your chance. you run at her as fast as you can, grabbing sunset around the middle before she can hit lemon. >lemon straddles fluttershy, who is face down on the ground, as sunset struggles. you're weakened from the last fight, and she manages to shake you off.
>>43541923>"so you're anon," says sunset, pointing her hammer threateningly at you. >you don't say anything. looking over her shoulder, you see lemon zest rip the back of fluttershy's shirt apart. there's a big knife wound in her back from the boss, and lemon zest puts her fingers in. fluttershy's scream is muffled by the ground as lemon holds her down with her other hand.>you grab for sunset's hammer, and she swings it back, spinning it over her head and going for a powerful attack to your right shoulder. you dodge by moving in closer, grabbing her upper arm to stop the momentum of the hammer and punching her in the stomach with your left hand. >she wraps her right hand around your back, pulling you in even closer, then swings her body around and slams you into the wall. you feel the back of your head hit it, and your vision goes fuzzy for a second. >you hear a scream, full volume this time. it's fluttershy, not you. you dimly see lemon zest pulling at the knife wound with both hands, ripping the skin apart. blood pours down fluttershy's back as she whimpers. lemon zest reaches into the wound, now gaping, and starts tearing at the flesh underneath. you look away. >sunset looks back at lemon and fluttershy and screams too. she turns to them, and you grab her around the neck, pulling her back to the wall. she struggles, and you turn your force downwards, pulling both of you to the ground. >lemon zest starts ripping chunks out of fluttershy's back. you try not to look at it, but you can't help hearing the sounds of tearing flesh and snapping tendons. lemon zest's hands are covered in gore. she's not laughing, just smiling, silently, staring at fluttershy's insides intently. sunset throws up. you do too. >you and sunset wrestle each other in between puddles of your own vomit. you don't know why you're keeping her from attacking lemon zest, who definitely deserves it. only that lemon's on your side, and sunset isn't. you screw your eyes shut and start hitting any part of sunset you can reach. several barehanded attacks land on your chest and arms as you try to keep her pinned down. you don't know if she still has the hammer, or if it's been lost in the scuffle. >fluttershy's agonized howling gradually subsides to gagging sounds and desperate gulps for air. you start to hear cracking noises, loud and horrible and constant. lemon finally starts making noise herself, an awful strangled laughter. >you open your eyes for a second, and see lemon triumphantly pull a segment of fluttershy's spine out of the wound that has become a massive gaping pit across her entire upper back. you let go of sunset in shock, and she picks up her sledgehammer and lunges before you can even move. >the hammer connects with the back of lemon zest's head, and you hear another sickening crunch. still smiling, lemon falls face-first into the hole in fluttershy's back. >sunset stands over the two of them, hammer still raised. you hear her start crying.
>>43541944>you feel tears on your own face. >what the fuck just happened?>sunset turns to you, still posed with her hammer as if she's attacking. the two of you just look at each other for a moment. >you slowly reach for your gun. maybe you can scare her away, and go get luna's files, and when you come out the bodies will be gone. sunset just looks at it, still frozen. >after a while, she speaks. "anon.">you don't say anything. >"put the gun down.">you still don't move, but you're tempted. her voice is authoritative, like she's used to ordering people like you around. >her voice cracks. "come on, kid. stop it.">you murmur something along the lines of no. >sunset drops her hammer and raises her hands. she's unarmed. "how old are you? fifteen? sixteen?">fifteen.>"fuckin' hell, kid." you notice that sunset is standing between you and the lemonzestfluttershything on the ground. "you're a little young for this, aren't you?">no. you're top brass. the boss trusts you. >sunset hesitates. "do you really believe that?">of course you believe it. you've killed for it. you're going to kill for it again. sunset should keep her hands up and face away from the door.>you stand up as you talk yourself back into costume. >you will go in and retrieve any sensitive information that may be inside, and then you will leave. sunset will not inform anyone of your presence, and will make no attempt to attack you. any sudden moves and you shoot. capische?>"anon.">does she fuckin' understand? you're in charge here. >"you can still go home.">no you fuckin' can't. stupid bitch needs to stop talking like she's gonna change your mind. >"no. i don't have to change your mind. but i have to try.">she takes a step closer to you. you hold your gun tighter, but don't shoot. >she holds out her hand. "you're a child, anon. you think this is the rest of your life. i get it. i was like you.">no she fuckin' wasn't. she doesn't know what it's like to fuckin' work her way up from getting her shit kicked in every day to being the one with the weapon. she doesn't know jack fuckin' shit about watching her middle school bullies kiss her fuckin' shoes not knowing she had to stomp a bitch's head in that morning. she doesn't know shit about family. she just showed up, and luna put her in charge. whoop-de-fuckin'-doo. >"but i do understand, anon. i had to go through things, too. last year, at the fall formal, i..." she looks away. "it was bad. i lashed out, just like how you're lashing out now. and the rainbooms, they let me in, they gave me a place to be myself. not a halloween gangster, but myself." she looks back at you with big eyes. "is this yourself? sending you into all this, that's not friendship. sour sweet doesn't love you or care about you. they're just making you a soldier.">so what? does she think you can just fuckin' walk away? that you can turn away from that thing behind her and go home to mommy and pretend none of this ever fuckin' happened?
>>43541965>if you leave now, you let the others die. that's your fuckin' fault. maybe sunset's too new to fuckin' teamwork to understand that whether you're following your stupid fuckin' dreams isn't the goddamn point. your friends need you here. applejack tried to get you to leave too. none of these stupid fucking rainboom cunts understand that you're not a child anymore. you're not the fucking useless piece of shit who watched indigo zap beat royal pin and didn't say fucking anything. indigo zap is dead, motherfucker, and you're alive, and there's a goddamn reason. now you would be the one standing on royal pin's fuckin' head and listening to him beg. >"and that feels good.">and that feels fuckin' amazing. so maybe sunset needs to stop pretending you're like her. you're not a weak fucking spineless coward who drops their weapon in the middle of a goddamn fight. >her expression hardens. "you really don't get it, do you?">maybe you don't. who cares?>"you. you haven't shot me yet." she steps closer again. "you keep doing this, you end up like lemon zest. are you sure you want that?">lemon zest that sunset killed? that sunset killed in front of you? and she expects you not to have some fuckin' retribution?>she crosses her arms. "none of this was supposed to be about you, anon. i'm sorry. i wish you knew you didn't have to turn out like this.">she sounds like your mother.>BANG!>you punch in the glass window of the door to the principal's office and climb through. you feel yourself trembling. you're not sure what's come over you, or when it got there. >if you listen closely, you can almost hear the music coming from the cafetorium. something upbeat and catchy. you remember that applejack killed the dj's boyfriend.>the principal's office has a waiting area, which is empty, and then another door to where celestia and luna actually work. the second door is unlocked. you put your gun away and walk in. it seems too easy. >two desks are in the middle of the room, chairs on either side of each of them. they are surrounded by filing cabinets. you start to rifle through the one by celestia's desk. it's mostly banal. attendance records, transcripts for seniors, shit like that. >you pick through luna's cabinet too. normal shit. the bottom drawer is finally what you're looking for. there's a banker's box labeled "rainbooms". you heave it onto luna's desk and start rifling through. >here's the good shit. receipts of sale for all kinds of drugs, test scores, IOUs in high schooler handwriting with bloody thumbprints on the backs. you flip to the back of the files and see lists of profits stretching back ten years. here is celestia's entire operation, nice and easy. no need for codes like sugarcoat and sour sweet if nobody can come into your office without your guard taking them down. adult's privilege. >you flop down in the chair in front of the desk and take off your suit jacket. it's hot and covered in blood, sweat, and gunpowder.
>>43541984>you shouldn't stick around. someone will find the three bodies in front of the door, and you don't have the ammo or the wherewithal to handle another brawl. but you're tired and dazed, and you savor the aesthetic of lounging in victory, jacket thrown over the back of your chair, bloody button-shirt like a movie detective. you close the banker's box and pat it gently, like a beloved pet. >as you lean back in your chair, you see a bit of movement across the desk from you, and snap to attention suddenly. you draw your gun as a messy bun of purple hair emerges from the other side of the desk. >you recognize the girl from rainbow dash's car. it feels like months ago, but you'd know those big glasses anywhere. >twilight sparkle looks at you, terrified. "sorry," she says quickly. "i was hiding in here and i didn't want to startle you. please don't shoot me. i'm unarmed and i don't know how to fight. i know you're probably supposed to kill me so i won't ask you not to but i just didn't want you to find me curled up in a ball or anything because if you're going to kill me either way you might as well do it while i'm looking at you so i can have some kind of catharsis right like i can know that it's my own fault or something like that and that kind of isn't working because i don't recognize you hi i'm twilight sparkle please don't shoot me i know i said i wasn't going to say that but i lied sorry sorry you have to understand it has been a very long day." she laughs nervously, fidgeting with her glasses. >you keep your gun pointed at her. >twilight sparkle.>"yes?" she waves awkwardly. "that's me.">she killed principal cinch. she's the reason you're in this mess. >"no i didn't!!" she spasms, then gets a hold of herself. "i don't think i did. i don't know. she was trying to get me involved in her stuff and i don't like that, you know, i don't do drugs i mean can you imagine what i'd be like on drugs! maybe you can't we don't know each other but trust me i don't do drugs or anything but cinch was trying to get me to do all that sort of stuff and all the other shadowbolts were making fun of me and i had like you know i had a a a weapon or something and i blacked out i swear to god i didn't do anything on purpose i didn't do anything bad!!!!!!!! i wasn't in control i didn't see anything i came to like three hours later in the hospital and they told me she was dead and celestia said that i couldn't go to crystal prep anymore but that she knew it wasn't my fault and that the rainbooms would be my friends and take care of me. that's all i swear i didn't shoot her or kill her or anything like that not on purpose you know i wouldn't do that you know that doesn't make sense. why would i hurt her like that in front of everyone? i know about jail and prison and stuff like i'm not stupid that's why she wanted me there i was going to do accounting and stuff like sugarcoat i never wanted to hurt anyone! please don't shoot me please i promise you anon."
>>43541992>how does she know your name?>she yelps and ducks, covering her head, then looks up again when you don't shoot her. "i pick things up! the others were talking about you. i don't know how they knew but they said they had some kind of a a a you know a a spy with you guys a few a few weeks ago. i don't know who it is or anything because they don't tell me anything because obviously i'm new and i don't really want to be in a a a-" she looks around, as if the police are going to burst in. "a gang. or anything like that. i mean i know the rainbooms are supposed to be my friends but they kind of don't trust me or tell me anything and i know they do drugs and stuff too or at least they sell them to people celestia lets me do some of the math sometimes and pretends it's just abstract problems but i know it's drug stuff i just don't tell her i know that. you know? don't shoot me please don't shoot me.">you're not going to shoot her. >you put your gun away, and she giggles in terror. >you shouldn't trust her at all. you know she's probably lying, and probably the mole somehow. she's a traitor, and she killed cinch, whether she wants to admit it or not. but after what sunset was saying, and what happened outside, you just want to have a normal fuckin' conversation for once. and she does a better job seeming genuine than sunset did, and way better than the boss ever has, except that time in your bedroom which you still don't understand. >you feel bad for this girl, even though you shouldn't. she doesn't have any friends. you didn't have any until the shadowbolts trusted you, and it sucked. >listen, twilight, you'll be her friend. just for tonight. you just need her to help you out, and you two can get all this gang stuff sorted out, okay? >"okay. i shouldn't trust you but you shouldn't trust me so it cancels out. there's an eighty-nine percent chance one of us kills the other in the next hour but that's okay because otherwise you would just kill me now and then it would be a one hundred percent chance and that's higher." she extends her hand over the banker's box. you don't take it yet. >is principal celestia here? or luna?>"celestia isn't. luna is. she's at the main dance floor telling people to stay two feet apart. she is still vice principal even despite all the you know all the illegal stuff. sorry i shouldn't say that but you know what it is that i mean right.">right. you'd like her help getting to luna.>you point to the banker's box. >this is what will let us put a stop to all the violence. celestia goes to jail, the rainbooms get to be kids again. twilight stays out of trouble. you just need her to carry the box and stay close to you, yeah? and if she moves a fuckin' muscle the wrong way, if you think there's a fuckin' iota of a goddamn chance she fuckin' snakes you, you've got a gun and she doesn't. understand?>she shivers. "yeah. thanks for not killing me but you still might but i promise i won't betray you like they think."
>>43542006>she starts talking again, and you hold up your hand. she shuts up. you like that she listens to you. >god, you're fuckin' exhausted. your body aches all over. you haul yourself to your feet, and she stands up and picks up the box of documents. >"let's get this sorted, anon! i won't let you down!" she moves to clumsily salute, almost dropping the box. she catches it with her elbow and smiles, sweat dripping down her face. >you wonder what sunny and sour sweet are doing, if twilight's with you. they were meant to be at the main dance floor, so they might have found luna already. >you ask twilight if the cafetorium has a back entrance, behind the stage. >"there are two doors to backstage, left and right, obviously, that's how stages work, and then there's a catwalk above it for like the lighting people and stuff you could probably ask sunset shimmer i know she does tech stuff sometimes?">you shot sunset shimmer. >twilight gasps and whimpers something under her breath. "don't-">you're not gonna fuckin' kill her, alright? come on. you want to get backstage, whichever door's closest. she needs to be quiet.">she nods, eyes bulging, and leads the way out of the office. when she sees the bodies on the floor, you clap a hand over her mouth in advance. she yelps into it, then looks at you, terrified. you try not to show that you're as scared as she is. you point down the hallway, and she starts leading you to backstage. >your walkie-talkie goes off. sugarcoat's voice informs you blankly that you have fifteen minutes. >you do not respond.
>>43542014Nice tense moment, this has been a great read so far
this green made me feel violently ill. Can't wait for more!
>>43542425intended audience response!
>>43541609Juniper
>>43535765Tomorrow!!!
>>43540930Yeah that seems rather fitting.
>>43542014>twilight murmurs to herself in shock as she leads you down the hall. you realize as you turn a corner that you left your jacket in the principal's office. you don't turn back. >you ask twilight what she knows. who the mole is, what the rainbooms planned for tonight. >"i don't know everything. they, um, they said someone told them you'd be here tonight. but not who. but applejack was gonna guard the door, and fluttershy keep watch for you, and sunset-">she bursts into tears. you curse under your breath and put your hand on her shoulder. she wipes her eyes, and you gesture for her to keep walking. >"sorry. i just-">yeah. but keep talking. >"um. so we were, we were, we split up. i was just supposed to stay in principal celestia's office and let them handle everything.">they don't seem to trust her much at all. that makes sense, you think, but it's not helping you. >what about rarity?>"she's a distraction. everyone knew i was your, your target, you know, so she's, she's out on the dance floor, you'll see her." twilight smiles weakly. "hard to miss, haha.">you think about sunny flare and sour sweet, looking for twilight. >is rarity armed?>"she has a gun. i don't know about anything else. she never fights... her job was to lead them to applejack, so she could, could, could... oh god, is applejack?">dead? >you don't confirm it. twilight nods, crying a little more. she's pathetic. >come on, let's focus. vice principal luna is here?>"y-yeah. i don't know if she's armed, or anything. she knows you had planned on being here, but i don't know if she knows you are, or anything. i don't have any contact with the others when we split up, that's why, why i didn't know.">if it's any consolation, your friends are dying too. >twilight looks back at you. "it's not. they were my friends, too.">that worked out real fuckin' well, didn't it. >"you weren't there." her lip quivers. "do you want me to help you or not?">thanks, kid.>"i think i'm older than you. but, um, the stage. backstage right is just through here. do i have to come?">she doesn't leave your fuckin' sight. got it?>"sorry.">you open the door and lead the way backstage, gun drawn. it's dark. the curtains are drawn, so you can't see the crowd, and they can't see you. you beckon twilight in after you, and she stumbles through with the box. >you hear a flurry of motion above you, and aim up. you don't see anyone on the lighting catwalk. >"what should we do?" twilight whispers. "everyone's out there. listen." you hear the crowd, dancing to awful pop music with the bass at about eighty thousand. you remember the dj is grieving. "we can't just, just attack them. and most people don't know anything about this!">you tell her to stay put. if she tries to leave the stage, you'll hear from the door shutting, and you'll track her down, and you'll kill her. >you creep to the edge of the curtain and peer around. you see a sea of canterlot high students, most in gaudy costumes.
>>43544311>as expected, rarity's is the gaudiest. she has on some massive, glittery thing. it's hard to describe in any more detail. watching her move gives the impression of trying to keep track of an individual panel of a disco ball. there's definitely a hoop skirt involved, some kind of carousel themed design, big blue pennants in her hair, and an absolutely massive hairdo to keep them up, but you'd be hard-pressed to define these things in any kind of order. >you tear your eyes away from her and scan the crowd. you see vice principal luna sternly lecturing a couple of students dressed as a plug and a socket. she's at the far end of the room. nearer the middle, you see sunny flare. you do not see sour sweet anywhere.>sunny is dancing, but she looks exhausted. you see a boy approach her and point to her face, which still has blood dripping down it, and she smiles and flips her hair. he leaves, seemingly unimpressed. you're not sure how. >sunny is keeping a careful eye on rarity. it's hard to discern rarity's eyes through her costume, but you think she's eyeing sunny right back. they're dancing with each other from opposite sides of the room. >you hear soft footsteps behind you, and turn back. twilight is approaching, box still in hand. "can i see?">you sigh and pull the curtain back a little further. the two of you peek out. nobody acknowledges you. >twilight points to the dj, stationed in front of the stage. you hadn't given her much thought. "she's nice. i don't know how much she knows about this. she's not in any of the rainbooms' plans. that i know of. oh, and there's luna, hi, and rarity.">she starts pointing out random students and babbling about them in a nervous whisper. she's trying to tell you everything she knows, but she doesn't know much of anything. you don't give a shit about whoever 'wallflower blush' is. >twilight shifts the weight of the banker's box, and you put your hand under it so it doesn't fall. "thanks," she says, and you nod. twilight looks at you for a moment, as if she's about to say something. >as she thinks, you see rarity's eyes flick towards the stage. you duck back, but twilight doesn't read your cue. rarity's eyes go wide seeing twilight standing at the corner of the curtain holding a big box labeled 'rainbooms'. >with a big, dramatic gasp, rarity points at the stage with her left hand. "it's twilight sparkle! i didn't think you'd come, darling! hi, twilight!" >sunny turns toward the stage, her eyes blazing, as the rest of the students freeze, unsure whether this is an awkward recognition among friends or about to be a problem. you hear the words "friendship games" pass around the crowd. >sunny starts running for the stage, reaching for her gun. you pull the curtain aside, partially to give her a clean shot, partially so she can see that you're the one who brought twilight there. >sunny sees you with twilight, and freezes for just a second. you can't read her expression, before->BANG!
>>43544327>you and twilight are both still standing. >sunny flare falls to the ground.>terrified of the gunshot, students begin fleeing the cafetorium, out through the double doors across from the stage. they pass around sunny's body, lying in the center of the room. >the only other person not to move is rarity. she blows smoke away from her pistol and smiles at you. "never underestimate a lady with a gun, darling.">you leap off the stage, drawing your revolver in midair, and run after rarity as she turns to flee. you catch her in only a few steps, tackling her to the ground. >you hear twilight gasp from the stage as you smack rarity across the face with your gun. >vice principal luna starts speaking into a microphone. "everyone, stay calm! follow standard evacuation protocol! single-file line, please! line up in the student parking lot in class order!" nobody listens to her, although she keeps barking orders for quite some time as you keep cussing rarity out incoherently. >you stop hearing vice principal luna's voice. you stop hearing everything except the rushing in your ears as rarity begs you for her life. you don't trust your hands. you think about lemon zest, facefirst in her handiwork, and place your gun against rarity's throat instead. she whimpers. >"let's not be too hasty, dar-">BANG!>you try not to look at the mess of rarity's head as you stand up. the cafetorium is seemingly empty now. >sunny flare is still lying in the middle of the room. you run over to her, putting your gun away, and kneel at her side. she's breathing, softly. >"hey, kid.">sunny. >"you got twilight, huh?">sunny. don't talk. she's losing blood. >she coughs, then smiles. "yeah. glad we got you.">you see blood pooling on her chest, making her black dress slick and shiny. you rip open the top of it, exposing a large exit wound in the center of her chest. >"fuckin' hell, kid, take me out to dinner first, yeah?">you see that she's trembling. middle school first aid kicks in. you rip off strips from the top of her dress and start wrapping them around her, over the wound. you know it won't do anything. >she smiles at you. "fuckin' dork. stop crying.">you didn't realize you were. >sunny...>"anon." sunny reaches up, groaning a little from the effort, and puts her hand on your face. it's bloody. you can't tell whose blood it is anymore. "when i see indy, i'm gonna say i told you so." she grins. >sunny's not gonna die. >she's not. >you keep wrapping her up, trying not to look at her or feel her hand on your face or hear her labored breathing. "learn to fuckin' talk to people, why don'tcha?" she says. "fuckin' hell." her voice is barely more than a whisper. >sunny. sunny, you...>she reaches up and grabs your face with her other hand. you make eye contact. she's blurry. >sunny flare pulls you down and takes your first kiss. all you can taste is blood. >her hands slide off of you, and you pull away. her eyes sparkle at you, and then they don't.
>>43544349>you stand up, looking away from her corpse. you scan the room and see three bodies on the ground. rarity, sunny flare, and vice principal luna. >luna is lying on her back, twitching slightly. three arrows stick out of her chest. one has been shot through the shaft of another. >you look behind you, at the stage. the curtain is drawn again, but you hear a loud thud from behind it, and then the center of the curtain opens. >the boss lowers her bow when she sees it's you. "you and sunny have your moment, kid?">it takes you a while to respond. >yeah.>"good." the boss's face is set sternly. "thanks for the commotion. luna was easy from up there, especially when she decided to make herself a target.">right. >sour sweet beckons, and you go up to the stage. she crouches down at the edge and puts her hand on your shoulder. "sunny was a damn good soldier." >you look away. >"we're almost done. we've got five minutes before sugarcoat finishes the job. i saw you brought twilight in. where'd you leave her?">she was just backstage. >"fuck," says the boss. "fuck!" >you look behind the curtain. twilight sparkle has disappeared. >"come on!" says the boss, running for the door. "where the fuck could she be!">she doesn't know the plan. she knows she's the only one left. she's gonna be hiding, somewhere safe, somewhere she thinks you wouldn't think to look. >you need to go back to the band room. there's a door to the outside, and her friends used to be there. >"if she gets outside, we lose her! come the fuck on!" the boss bolts down the hallway, back to where you came in. you follow as fast as you can, but your injuries are starting to get the best of you. every time you blink, you taste sunny flare's blood in your mouth. >you follow the boss as she takes a more direct path to the band room, not going past the principal's office. she does not see the pile of bodies there. >you see twilight's back in the hallway leading to the band room. the boss shoots an arrow over twilight's shoulder, and it lodges itself in the band room door.>twilight freezes, dropping the banker's box, and turns around. she looks like she's running on pure panic. her glasses are askew, half her hair is out of its bun, and she's hyperventilating so hard that you can see her chest going in and out from fifty feet away. >"traitor," says the boss. twilight whimpers, which enrages sour sweet. "YOU STUPID BITCH! YOU STUPID FUCKING CUNT! SUNNY'S MOM WASN'T FUCKING ENOUGH FOR YOU, WAS SHE? WAS SHE?">"i didn't do anything! it wasn't me!">"WE FUCKING SAW YOU! DO YOU THINK I'M STUPID? DO YOU?">sour sweet drops her bow and grabs two arrows, one in each hand. she runs at twilight, who cowers. "i don't! i don't think anything! stop! anon, make her stop!">"ANON IS MINE! MINE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! SOME PEOPLE FUCKING GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THEIR FRIENDS!">"you keep killing my friends!">"you keep killing mine!">sour sweet catches twilight and jams one arrow into her side.
>>43544373>twilight screams, her eyes rolling back into her head. she almost faints. >sour sweet holds the other arrow up to twilight's throat and looks at you. "look, twilight." she presses the arrow into twilight's neck, slightly. >twilight sparkle obeys, looking at you with tears in her eyes. "anon. make her stop. just- i won't-">sour sweet glares at you. "the games are over. think about sunny, anon.">"sunny would want this to stop! you got your revenge! luna's dead! sunset and fluttershy and applejack and pinkie and rainbow dash and rarity and- they're, they're all dead! isn't that enough, anon?">"enough?" sour sweet's hand shakes. "ENOUGH? it's enough for everyone to die except you?">you know there are three minutes left until the charges go off. you know there is one bullet in your gun. >"please, anon," begs twilight. "just trust me.">"we trusted her last time, anon," says sour sweet. "show her that you're stronger than she is.">you see twilight's right hand twitch near her pocket. she could be fidgeting, or reaching for a weapon. she could be an innocent girl who got caught up in something she doesn't understand, or an assassin ready to kill everyone you love. >you taste sunny's blood in your mouth. >twilight abused her friendship. she killed people. fair is fair. you can't let the shadowbolts lose now. all this tragedy can't be for nothing. >but she has the same look in her eyes indigo did. and lemon zest. and sunny flare. >sour sweet and twilight sparkle both stare at you with deep pain in their eyes. you open your mouth to speak. >you are interrupted by the loudest sound you have ever heard in your life. >a wave of heat and light and noise and sound slams into you, shaking you off your feet. a cloud of dust and rubble is thrown up as the floor beneath you splits apart, flames licking up from underneath. >it's three minutes early. sugarcoat set the charges off three minutes early. >you lose sight of sour sweet and twilight sparkle for a moment as you shake the ringing out of your ears. the school's lights have gone out, but you see the fire creeping up from the basement. embers begin to catch on the halloween party posters on the walls. the band room is supposed to have fire doors, but the arrow lodged in the doorway keeps them open far enough for little tongues of flame and dust and chaos to reach in. >when your vision clears, twilight sparkle has jammed a knife into sour sweet's stomach. she has a look in her eyes you don't recognize. it's like it's not her, or at least not the scared girl who was begging you to save her life. >sour sweet isn't backing down. the two begin stabbing at each other, sour sweet with her arrows, twilight with her pocketknife. you see that it has a little purple star on it. the knife itself matches sour sweet's, and the one she gave you. >you hadn't realized they were so close. >the floor keeps shaking. it's getting hot from the fires on the walls.
>>43544393>sour sweet forces an arrow through twillight's glasses, stabbing her in the right eye. glass shards fall onto the banker's box, and you realize in horror that it's still there. >if that box goes up in flames, this was all for nothing. that's what you were here for. >you run around the girls as twilight howls and jams her knife into sour sweet's chest. you put yourself between her and the box as she rounds on you. with the fire growing behind her and the blood pouring from her eye, twilight looks like a demon. >she lunges at you, and you fight back with the only weapon you have. >BANG!>twilight's momentum carries her knife into your left shoulder. pain jolts through you as she falls to the ground, a hole in her stomach. >behind her, sour sweet moans. you hesitate, caught between going to her and taking the box away. >the boss looks at you. she is still, on the ground, as the walls begin to shake more intensely. she gives you an order. "go.">you grab the box and stumble into the band room. the walls are ablaze, but the linoleum floor isn't on fire yet. in the center of the room, the guitar, drums, tambourine, and keytar are all burning. applejack's corpse is still lying where you left it, her clothes on fire. you clutch the box close to your chest, gun still in your right hand.>you make it to the door as fast as you can. it's so hot. you're so tired. your arms and legs and chest and head hurt. >the door is locked. >you hear a loud crashing noise behind you. the hallway has collapsed. sour sweet and twilight sparkle are in there, somewhere. >you can't go back, and you can't go forward. you keep tugging on the door, begging it to give, but the fire doors are engaged. you're going to die in here. >you start screaming, guttural screams from far away. you beg the door to open, to let you out, to let you go home. >"you can't go home.">you turn around, desperately, to see that you are not alone in the band room. >sugarcoat has a set of keys in one hand, and a gun in the other. >her. >"i told you, anon. you can't trust anyone. you need to be smarter than that.">sugarcoat. she set off the charges early. she knew you were all going to die in here. >she's the mole. >"obviously.">BANG!>she shoots you in the leg. you collapse in pain, clutching the banker's box close to you, trying to keep it away from the fire. you aim your gun at sugarcoat. >"you're out of bullets. you used one on applejack, two on sunset, one on rarity, and one on twilight. that's five.">how the fuck does she know that?>"i told the boss to use the reset cue on the walkie-talkies to make us attack. i didn't tell her the default setting is for the master headset to keep all audio channels active on reset.">she's heard you the entire time. she heard everyone die, and she didn't fucking do anything!>"it would have been a liability to interfere.">you don't understand. none of this makes any sense. her and sour sweet were best friends! they cared!
>>43544401>"sour sweet and i were coworkers. i told you to stop being so naive, anon.">then why fucking work for her in the first place, if she's just gonna kill everyone! what the fuck is the point!>"being second-in-command is safer than being the boss. and besides, i needed sour sweet. i stopped needing her.">you can't believe what you're hearing. sugarcoat's affectation belies no emotion. not a single fucking thought about any of the time she spent with any of you. >how much of this was her plan?>"everything.">you notice that she's changed her clothes. she's back in her crystal prep jacket, and it's slick with some kind of chemical. fire retardant, maybe. she's prepared. she's smarter than you. >"i suggested that we attack canterlot high at the halloween dance. i knew luna would be there, but celestia wouldn't. i knew all of you would be so happy for revenge you wouldn't stop and think. the rainbooms thought upper crust was the mole, too. they got greedy. messages to her phone... they made it obvious. she had to go.">and you? and sunny? and lemon, and indigo, and neon?>"it's the most efficient way to get what i want.">what the fuck does she think she's going to get out of this?>"you're really slow, anon. your injuries are getting to you. all the rainbooms and all the top shadowbolts will be dead after tonight. vice principal luna will be gone. that's all of celestia's enforcement and accounting, wiped out. and crystal prep will have no choice but to work with her, since our leadership structure is fully destroyed.">then why fucking bother? why not dissolve after cinch->"we could limp on after cinch. sour sweet would never have approved of a merger. and sunny flare would never go without revenge. i needed them out of the picture to bring the shadowbolts back from extinction.">so she can graduate?>she rolls her eyes. "graduation isn't going to change anything. with luna and twilight gone, celestia needs a contact point. i've been doing direct interfacing with all of our dealers since the friendship games. everyone knows me. everyone trusts me. celestia's the boss, sure, but she can't walk into a crack den and get the goods. she's too valuable. but who would bother killing the secretary? i convinced applejack to let me live just by telling her a tiny fraction of the plan. your average druggie doesn't even need that.">she's insane. does she think celestia will just let her be in charge?>"she doesn't have a choice. both of our organizations disappear if we don't work together. and i'm the only person who knows everything. when that box you're holding gets cremated with you, i'll be the only one who knows any of the sales numbers from either school. celestia can work with me, or i can report her. i can make her do whatever i want.">and what the fuck does she want? what's worth all this?>she walks up to you, just out of arm's reach. with your leg bleeding out, you can't get to her, or the keys, or the gun. she crouches.
>>43544551>"control," says sugarcoat. "i don't have to lose anything after graduation. principal celestia won't be able to let me go. she'll think she's my boss, but we both know it's the other way around. she'll need me. and i will have control over our entire zip code's market in cocaine, adderall, psilocybin, pcp, dmt, mdma, ap test answer sheets, lsd, off-market nicotine products, ephedrine, firearms, small explosives, several types of nerve agents, guns for hire, the personal phone numbers and favorite candies of high-ranking admissions officers at every college in the ivy league, and whores. you never got to know how much our operation controlled because i didn't let you. sour sweet didn't know. celestia doesn't know. i do.">she's insane. >"that is irrelevant.">what about when the cops find out? huh? when her little game gets busted?>"then principal celestia was the boss, and i was just a poor little girl groomed into the big bad mob.">you try to spit at her, but nothing comes out. it's hot. you feel dizzy. >you feel yourself trying to cry, but tears won't come. you think about your mother. you should have known it was sugarcoat. you should have taken her advice. >"i only want what i deserve, anon. you said this was a game. it is. i won.">you don't say anything. your head is heavy. you keep clinging to the box of documents, as if you can keep it safe from the fire, and from her. >you weakly tell her that cadance will find out. she'll go down eventually. she won't be young forever. >"then we kill cadance. there will always be more sophomores. kids like you will always want to get your hands dirty. it was fun being a gangster, wasn't it?">it wasn't fun for indigo zap. or rainbow dash. or pinkie pie. or neon lights. or upper crust. or applejack. or fluttershy. or lemon zest. or sunset shimmer. or rarity. or sunny flare. or vice principal luna. or twilight sparkle. or sour sweet. or principal cinch, or celestia, or even sugarcoat. >"or you." she presses her gun against your forehead. it's cold. it's the only spot of your body that doesn't feel like it's burning. you look at sugarcoat, and she has no expression. none of those names meant any more to her than a symbol on her clipboard. >"any last words, anon?">ever heard of loyalty?>"yes. yes, I have."BANG!
>>43544577the end! hope you all enjoyed :) will be up on ponepaste and possibly fimfiction soon as the full thing if you prefer reading it that way. never let me cook again
>>43544579Absolutely riveting. I don't like reading fight scenes and I was still sat. I REALLY like the little implication of Twilight and Sour Sweet having some weird back-seat blood feud. Thank you for the food, anon
>>43544577>>43544579I wish i knew what to say in response to this, but I was definitely kept on the edge of my seat for this.
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>>435357654 hours to go!>Countdownhttps://www.tickcounter.com/countdown/11676184/eqg-stream>Cytubehttps://cytu dot be/r/EQG-Stream
>>43544577Anon was played like a goddamn fiddle.This was a cool story.
>>43545323STARTING!>Cytubehttps://cytu dot be/r/EQG-Streamhttps://cytu dot be/r/EQG-Streamhttps://cytu dot be/r/EQG-Stream
>>43545610Agreed
>>43545610the empress fiddled as chs burned...
>>43546708True
>>43545021Nice
>>43547793
>>43442674All of them at once
>>43548771Delicious.
>>43550018She's Zestylicious
>>43550631That blazer with no bra underneath is so hot
>>43541609Sugarcoat. She would actually just watch the fucking movie, saving her criticisms of it until after the credits roll.
>>43551667>NopanNice
>>43552313They're both nopan I hope.
>>43551667I enjoy some alt outfits.
>>43553347awwww she is so normal
>>43553347there are some of them that are really coolpic rel is a classic
>>43553611Let's go!
>>43553347The skirt is nice
>>43550608Especially to me!
>>43552745
>>43553505Damn that's a sexy Sunny.
>>43555926I love the face she's making
>>43555363Great image
>>43556267Smug look suits her as much as short skirts. Seems like she has naturally fallen into this kind of bratty archetype, I wish we had a bit more characterization for her, but oh well, that's true for all Shadowbolts.
>>43554739>>43555363
>>43557164this art is really nice
>>43557164The more badass she's trying to look the more I want to slap her ass and see her blush.
>>43557164What is that in her thigh?Her panties?
>>43558425*on
>>43558425>>43558429That’s me in her thigh(s)
>>43559681you're INVISIBOO, bro
>>43559822Just means ghost sex
>>43560409That's hot.
>>43559198She does a nice job maintaining her figure despite the sugary drinks
>>43560806it's all natural
>>43561386And she probably boasts that
>>43562520Lots of things I wanna kiss here
>>43555363>"I told her."What was it?Hard mode: It's a kink or fetish you don't like.
>>43563743Told her that she caught me spying
>>43555363I love this pic but I don't consider it a 10/10 only cuz Sour doesn't have her lovely yellow skin>>43562520niceAt this point I feel like it's a tradition to post this Indi pic kek can't complain
>>43564182NTA but these girls don’t have enough pics in general.Each thread is 500 posts and there’s only like 300 postable pics that are good enough that I have.Reposts become inevitable after enough threads.
>>43564182>>43564449shadowbolt images have fallen. billions must green.
>>43564449Was bound to happen after no more than 3 years.
>>43565197Her legs are just wonderful
>>43564182>Sours face when it has been over 3 hours and we are still on page five
>>43563719Zesty is a cutie
>>43567179Sweet, a present before Christmas.
>>43568128Ouch
>>43568140Too realistic in my opinion
>>43568846If you scroll just so her face is out of view and only her chin and hair is visible, it's much less uncanny.
>>43568140nope
New thread: >>43570106Halloween edition
