Lockdown - a series of Equestria Girls Short Stories

by Ron Jeremy Pony

Flame War

The day had started pretty much like any other day.  Getting up Sour had fixed breakfast for her family.  The quarantine that they had subjected themselves to was something she felt had to be done.  After all, the first official case of Covid-19 had been found in her clinic.  She had worried, exceptionally so, that she might have brought the virus home to her family.  But so far those fears were thankfully in vain.  

Instead Bitter was happily talking about the boat movie, which she had watched six times so far this week, and then she had moved on to talking about how Gretchen wasn’t able to be on the computer for more than a few minutes before she was in trouble and was kicked off of it.  Thankfully Second had more than stepped up.  He was the father she knew he could be, and he was also being exceptionally supportive.  Her way of thanking him last night had been an experience in and of itself.  Of course the use of duct tape had ensured that she didn’t wake their daughter from a peaceful night’s slumber.

“What’s on the docket for today?” Second asked as he sipped on his coffee.

Sour shrugged as she finished up the platter of pancakes she had been working on.  Second had done most of the cooking through this entire ordeal, and well before, so she felt it was only right to take some of it off of his shoulders.  She separated the pancakes onto three different plates, grabbed the butter, honey, and peanut butter and sat it all on the table between the three of them.  

Bitter began slathering peanut butter on her pancakes, and Sour watched as her daughter topped it with the honey before cutting into it and eating as if she was starving to death.  Joining in Sour felt her phone vibrate.  She feared looking at it.  Her own quarantine was basically over, and since there was no sign of the virus she was going to reopen the clinic, for emergencies only, tomorrow.  But if there was an emergency right now she would go ahead and go.  

Instead it was an update from Vignette Valencia.  She’d followed the trending queen since highschool, and to be honest Vignette was usually pretty spot on when it came to trends.  So to see her talking about a great Twitch Stream featuring Sunset Shimmer, well, she couldn’t help herself.  Her fond memories of doing the Youtube videos with Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, and Apple Bloom were nice to look back on.  

She finished breakfast, Second offered to do the dishes, and she decided to let him as she went to the office.  The office itself was one that she shared with Second.  He usually did most of his writing in here, although he normally did it when Bitter was asleep, at school, or at a friend’s house.  He’d been doing most of his writing at night, or early morning, since the beginning of the Pandemic.  She walked to her computer, fired it up, and went onto Twitch.  

She had every intention of finding Sunset’s stream right away, but that intention ended when she noticed the dozens of camera girls who were basically pandering for money.  One of which was offering to do whatever her highest paying donor wanted, on a private show, for an entire hour.  She sighed, signed in, and of course found herself adding her two cents to it.

You know, I get that times are tough, and your career is your business, but seriously, you’re pretty much selling yourself for money, she wrote.

Her two cents were met with a series of other posts.  Of which one stood out to her.

(.)(.)arelife wrote, Hey, it’s her choice if she wants to let us tell her to do stuff.

Sour rolled her eyes.  Yeah it was her choice.  She was all about choice, but this seemed like it was setting everything back.  It was establishing women as a sexual object.  Maybe the girl wanted that, but it felt wrong.  She shook her head, left that stream, and instead began looking for Sunset’s.

Her search ended when she saw a stream that had been going for at least an hour and a half, if not longer.  Sunset was wearing some kind of bodysuit, but she was dressed.  While she was doing some poses she wasn’t undressing, and she wasn’t doing anything that would be overly sexual.  She could see some of the earlier posts and she laughed at the one where some weeb had wanted her to do an impression of Rei and say a few lines form the Neon Genesis anime.  She honestly wouldn’t have known too much about it, but Indigo Image, formerly Zapp, was a fan of the series.  She had gotten to watch quite a bit of it, and she couldn’t help but notice all of the various Christian imagery in it.  

Luckily the series was actually pretty enjoyable.  Still, she felt like messing with someone a little bit.  She looked at the screen and wrote, I’ve got a hundred bucks if you say that Asuka is better than Rei.

It was quickly countered by the poster from earlier.  She then watched as someone else entered the stream.  Anon’sPublishingBooksBitches wrote, I’ve got two hundred bucks for you to stop being a tease and just get nude already.  She smiled when Sunset shut him down, and she couldn’t help but throw in her own little jab.  

She wrote, Hey Anon, how’s it feel to know that you lost to a superior author?

A moment later she watched as another message from him popped up, Really?  Because as I understand it your husband tends to write self insert drivel about a Tsundere bitch that finally warms up to him, gives him some decent pussy, and then they live a life of bliss. 

She was already proud that Second had won, but now she wished that maybe he would have punched him once or twice.  She watched as his post continued, I guess that he’s drawing from the only inspiration he has, which is his real life.  In truth, I’ve got more talent in my little pinky toe than he has in his entire body.  In fact, if you want to meet up sometime I’ll let you jump on my joystick and I’ll show you just how much better I am at everything than he will ever be.

She looked at post, and she growled as she typed, I can guarantee you that he’s got you beat.  Besides, I’ve heard from a few people that your joystick should be downvoted.  Quite a bit.  

He was quick to retort, I’ve had nothing but pleased sounds, and excellent sex tapes that say differently.

Really? She wrote, Because I heard that you bumbled around more than a blind individual without their cane in an unknown area.  In other words, you have no experience!

From there the insults just kept climbing until she watched as he simply disappeared.  She didn’t try to find out where he went to, but instead she leaned back.  Sunset’s stream was ending, but it felt good.  She managed to get a few jabs in on Anon.  That was certainly the markings of time well spent.