Scene Test. · 6:07pm Jul 1st, 2021

At times I like to write out random scenes, checking if they have any potential or not.

Many of my stories has started with a simple scene test, and I thought I would share one of these with you.

So enjoy this random unedited scene!

Test Scene.
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Anon stood up on the stage, behind the wooden podium. All the stallions were looking at him, while the three up on stage stood in a line, as if standing to attention. Twilight and the others were trying to make themselves look small, not wanting to be spotted. What the buck was this club? Anon had not talked about, nor had any other stallion. What was this?

After holding a speech, he suddenly looked serious. A hand vanished from view under the podium, and his eyes changed into something strange. As if he was looking at something far away. "Brothers.. There is something I need to tell you all.. This thing I hold in my right hand has lately grown so big that I can no longer walk outside the club's four walls without endangering traffic!"

Twilight and her friends blushed, hoping to Celestia he wasn't holding what they suspected.

"This case has become so tense that the blood runs from my head when I think about what I have to do with it."

Twilight was just about to stand up and protest, when Anon's hand suddenly came into view again, holding an envelope. "I am, of course, talking about this complaint letter." She let out a sigh of relief while Anon continued. "This is just one among many where a pony named Donk Donut. Makes accusations about language use in our beloved singer club. This dung beetle dares to claim that the brothers should find joy in using words like, and I warn, I mention words directly from the letter. Words like. Salami sucker. Teat Taster. Ball pusher." Suddenly Big Mac trotted over to the podium from his spot on the stage, and Anon leaned down as the red stallion whispered something. Then Anon nodded, saying. "No, that's not on the list, but it should be." Then Mac returned to his spot, while Anon continued. "And lastly.. Flank Fucker."

Applejack looked shocked beyond belief, had her own brother just suggested something so vile?! Luckily she was shocked enough not to act upon it, and so the meeting continued. Anon stepped down from his podium, and took a spot next to Big Mac's right. The human and four stallions on stage looked at their brothers in the room, and stood a little taller.

"To counter these heinous accusations, we will now sing one that is clinically cleansed of obscene words. And if, contrary to expectation, a single so-called vile word occurs, instead of the word we will sing, lala lala." Anon flicked his fingers, the band started playing, and Anon and the three stallions sang in perfect harmony.

*Lala lala, lala lala, lala lala. Lala lala lala, stiff.*

*Lala lala, lala lala, la, out in the country.*

*Lala lala, abdomen.*

*Lala lala, lala, stinging nettles, ow ow ow ow.*

*Lala, hurry out again.*

*Lala lala, lala lala, fish cakes.*

*Lala lala la laa, dick.*

"Damn it!"